#people do crazy shit when terrified for their lives and high on adrenaline

[tranzfalgar]

okay it’s time for some stardew valley headcanons for the bachelor/ette(s) so let’s GOOOO

Alex:

- he always awakes before his grandparents, and on warmer days he’ll go down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

- friends with elliot! the two of them sit on the side of the dock sometimes and just chat about life.

- knows how to make cookies, as evelyn taught him when he was a bit younger

- wary of the saloon, as he doesn’t really like the smell of alcohol and only goes into it if he’s forced to!

- if you marry him, he can and will pick you up randomly to surprise you while you’re working!

- if married, he will “bench press” your kids once they become toddlers, and it always makes them giggle

- hates the winter and gets cold really easily. on the first day of fall he’s already bundled up wanting it to be summer again.

Elliot:

- willy is like a father to him. the two of them sit on the docks and watch the fish swim by together

- sometimes he’ll braid his hair, and leah will bring flowers from the forest and weave them into his hair.

- has a rlly pretty singing voice, and likes to record piano covers in his spare time

- if you marry him and the two of u have kids, he’ll always braid their hair in the morning and tuck flowers behind their ears.

- he brings home fresh fish he caught and makes himself dinner every night. that’s why he’s an excellent cook.

- has actually caught a legendary fish before!

- his eyes change color, they can go from blue to green to brown in the same day. people call them the “prismatic shard of eyes”

Harvey:

- he’s so clumsy that sometimes he’ll even trip over air. due to this, he has little bruises all over his knees and elbows.

- his favorite animals are birds. sometimes he’ll go outside and just give them some bird seed. he loves watching them fly around.

- not only is he fascinated with planes, but he’s also fascinated with the weather. as a kid he used to watch the weather channel, and he dreamed of becoming a weatherman.

- when he needs to focus really hard, he’ll pull his hair back with a headband

- him and his mother were and still are very close, and he writes letters to her at least once a week

- he cannot cook to save his life, but he’s an incredible baker! will make you little treats if you’re friends or married

- he always wears a wristwatch, but the time is always 6 minutes behind. he likes it because it has a plane engraved into the side against his wrist.

Sam:

- he had adhd, and his stims include flapping his hands, tapping his foot and strumming his guitar

- he has a beautiful singing voice, think like wilbur soot but a bit more high pitched?

- the reason he likes cactus fruit so much is because he just plants them and lets them grow. he loves succulents because they don’t give him an allergic reaction!

- cannot play video games for shit. sebastian and abigail have banned him from multi-player games because he just sucks so bad.

- love language is acts of service, simply because he likes singing for people he cares about and doing little things for them!

- if you marry him, he will bring his guitar into the coop and/or barn and sing to the animals. they have learned to run over a greet him, since they love his singing.

- his hair is actually curly, but you’re unable to tell due to how much he gels and straightens his hair.

- has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes

Sebastian:

- loves the hell out of halloween, but is scared of literally everything. he nearly cried watching a horror movie with sam and abigail.

- really good with a slingshot! so if he were to go into the mines, he would wreck some monsters shit with his slingshot skills

- he had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, but removed them. he used to love the stars and space, but came to resent them because it was his sisters thing.

- he like…irl blushes. like an anime character. when he’s embarrassed, upset, flustered, his face will go all pink. everyone picks on him for it.

- has/had a crush on most of the towns singles. he is a bisexual disaster and secretly a romantic so….take from that what you will.

- a natural born ginger, but dyes his hair. he also has freckles on his nose! and he has an eyebrow slit because of a scar!!

- for some stupid reason, he takes really good care of his hands? like he always makes sure they don’t get calloused, and his nails are always painted black, despite using his hands all the time for work.

Shane:

- he cannot cook. he burned pasta noodles because he didn’t know you had to put water in the pan.

- he still has a chicken plushie from when he was a baby, and it still sits on his bed. and if he cuddles with it at night? no one needs to know.

- has a huge birthmark on his side shaped like a heart

- really good at mixology, so i think that when joja gets shut down, shane works at the saloon and makes the drinks while gus cooks. he adds a whole new section on the menu!

- friends with sebastian. they paint each other’s nails from time to time, or sit in the rain together and just talk.

- kinda strong as hell? he lifts boxes in joja for work, as well as carrying around jas, so i’m assuming he could just….pick the farmer and his friends up?

- he has the most contagious laugh, it used to be a rare sound, but now that it’s a pretty common occurrence, shane makes people laugh all the time with his own laugh.

Abigail:

- buff. she is buff as hell. her and alex work out together sometimes, since she expressed a desire for adventure. she has picked up sam and sebastian with no warning and thrown them into the ocean

- can talk to animals due to her being the daughter of the wizard! so sometimes she’ll go to marnies farm and just chat with the cows or something

- if she sees a tree, she WILL climb it. she loves it so much, it’s just so adrenaline inducing for her.

- her and sebastian tried to go into the mines before but sam stopped them because it wouldn’t have been very safe. they were all 14.

- trying to learn to play the ukulele with a little help from sam. it’s frustrating, but she really likes the sound of it, and she’s determined as hell.

- absolutely cracked at any and all video games he plays. mario kart? she will kick your ass. animal crossing? her island has 5 stars. pokémon? she always wins. you can’t stop her, she’s too powerful.

- she has glasses, but prefers contacts, since glasses would get in the way of her adventuring.

Emily:

- not only can she sew, but she also makes her own soaps and candles! any form of creation she adores.

- loves flowers, and has a lot of little potted ones in her room. she raises them, gives them little names and personalities, and then brings them to sandy and tells her all about each flower

- she can roller skate, and it’s her preferred method of transportation. she can do a bunch of fun tricks as well!

- has an eyebrow slit

- making cute little baskets of homemade gifts is her favorite thing to do for her friends. sometimes she’ll just leave them on their doorsteps for no reason other than she wants to!

- can SPRINT in heels. like even 6 inch heels she can just RUN and it scares everyone who sees it.

- she loves the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, and she’s able to identify the name of the bird by its chirping and calls

Haley:

- is able to perfectly crack and drink from coconuts. that’s why she loves them so much.

- has the worst sense of direction. she’s lucky she lives in a small town, or she’d get lost all the time

- the spring is her favorite time of year, simply because she loves to capture life coming back in those spring months. baby animals, blooming flowers, her friends on the beach or just chilling in the sun, all of it

- her most prized possession is the very first picture her and emily took as kids on their parents polaroid. it’s taped to her mirror

- has a little beauty mark under her lip, but it normally isn’t visible due to being covered with makeup!

- she’s able to do her own nails! this is because she is ambidextrous, yet she doesn’t know, because it’s never been brought up

- she fucking LOVES learning about and identifying plants, trees and flowers. she knows so many it’s crazy. she has a great memory.

Leah:

- resident true crime enthusiast and ghost hunter. she drags elliot with her around town to go hunting for ghosts. they also watch documentaries together!

- has a bunch of little scars on her hands from her artwork

- to get inspiration for works, she’ll go on walks at different times of the day, different seasons, different routes, and she’ll turn each walk into a work of art. depending on all the environment and those who she runs into, each piece is vastly different.

- animals love her, and will sometimes just follow her around for no reason. she doesn’t mind at all, she kinda loves it.

- friends with emily. they are currently teaching each other their own forms of art, since they love learning from each other!

- really good at dancing, she’ll dance while she’s working on projects and she’ll hum a song to herself

- her favorite statue was created after she went on a walk, ran into abigail, and the two of them went swimming in the ocean and stayed there as the sun set and the stars came out. she has a little crush on abigail.

Maru:

- her hair is ALWAYS tied up, it’s impossible for her to work if her hair is in her eyes

- when she was a kid she wanted to be an astronaut, because she loves the stars, but she found she prefers the science and math behind it all

- she pierced her own ears, she has little star earrings!

- watches cartoons and geeks out about them with penny when they meet up in town!

- for some odd reason, she is terrified of butterflies. no one who knows her, or even maru herself have ANY idea why, but she will run away if she sees one.

- her favorite memory was the one night her and sebastian stayed up really late as kids and snuck outside to look at the stars (back when sebastian still loved them) and they ended up seeing a meteor shower

- she presses flowers as a hobby, and just keeps them in a little notebook alongside her ideas for projects and gadgets.

Penny:

- while she’s cleaning her and pam’s home, she finds herself singing to herself. she has yet to be caught by anyone

- each day, her hair is done ever-so-slightly different. each morning, she likes to change it up, and sometimes jas or vincent will give her something to put in her hair

- also interested in ghosts, will occasionally join elliot and leah on their adventures

- she is naturally really warm, so she doesn’t have to bundle up as much during the winter. the kids cling to her because she’s like a human space heater

- has a bit of a geeky side, and she loves to watch cartoons a lot. when she can find the time, she always watches them. they being her lots of comfort.

- has a small scar on her side from when she tripped over as a child onto something sharp. she likes it because with two freckles, it makes a little smiley face

- loves the water and the feeling of sea wind in her hair. she secretly wants to learn to drive a boat, so she can feel that wind in her hair whenever she wants.

#stardew #stardew valley #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv abigail #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv penny #stardew valley headcanons

[peach-pops]

may i perhaps request a continuation of the suga, noya and kags hqs of them meeting ukais niece? like when they start datin and ukai catches them smoochin or just being gross🤢 and kinda stands there like 👁👄👁 if u dont want to just ignore this

Sorry this took sooooo long! This doesn’t have to be a continuation from the first one but if you guys want to check it out, it’s here!

Kageyama, Suga, and Noya Get Caught By Ukai

Kageyama 

Kageyama is not a fan of PDA and you may quote me on that

He can MAYBE handle hand holding underneath a table and if he’s feeling a bit bold, a quick kiss on the cheek in the hallways is a possibility only if no one is looking 

He wasn’t embarrassed of you but lets be real, he is always at practice or some volleyball event and it would be pretty awkward for him to start kissing his girlfriend when his coach, and also your uncle, is only a few feet away 

Your schedule was pretty jam-packed and that meant it was really hard for you to go to his games especially since Ukai expected you to run the store when he was off with the Karasuno boys

This meant that you hardly ever got to see Kageyama play but a part of him didn’t mind because that took less pressure off of him

Ohhhh boy but then the day came where you were able to go watch a game and of course, it had to be the most important one of the season. Shiratorizawa vs Karasuno 

That day, Kageyama was a complete mess for a number of reasons but to know that you were going to be at his game terrified him 

The game was intense and you were standing the whole time because you couldn’t bring your nerves down at all no matter how hard Saeko and Akiteru tried, you were a nervous wreck 

Wait this is separate from the hc but can we pls talk about HOW FUCKING HOT TSUKI’S OLDER BROTHER IS ??? 

Sorry anyway

To think that the first volleyball game you were seeing was the one to dictate whether or not your boyfriends team made it to nationals was insane but you had so much faith in the team that they would pull it off

You couldn’t even move when Karasuno won the last point. Hell, you even forgot to breath for a second but once you saw the team celebrate together on the court, you felt so proud because they really did the impossible

You shout for Kageyama and when he looks up to see you standing up in the bleachers, he has the BIGGEST smile on his face because holy shit THEY WERE GOING TO NATIONALS!!!!

HE’S CHEESIN SO HARD uwu

After the awards, you wait for Karasuno at the gymdoors and when Kageyama sees you, He runs over to you and literally sweeps you off your feet 

Kageyama doesn’t know if it’s from the adrenaline of the win or the absent nerves but all he wants to do is kiss you

So he does AHHHHH IN FRONT OF ALL HIS TEAMMATES

Tanaka and Noya are screaming their heads off their so proud !!! Suga is obviously shielding Hinata’s eyes 

He kisses you so hard as if it would be his last and it catches you off guard because um hello??? Who is this man kissing you?? 

this was the same Kageyama that gave you head pats instead of kisses when he was around his friends and now he’s kissing you as if his life depends on it

But you’re not complaining you’re a bit too busy at the moment trying to enjoy the moment

All he can think about is you; any other sound around him is completely muffled but once the two of you pull away for air, his smile drops so quickly and he almost drops you to the floor 

“ Tobio? What’s wrong-” You turn to look over to where he’s staring and your heart drops when you see your Uncle Ukai with his arms crossed

Kageyama stops breathing and he literally turns white cause he’s TERRIFIED AND SO EMBARRASSED 

Ukai is kinda weirded out more than anything because first off, he didn’t even think Kageyama showed any emotion besides anger or disinterest and second, he’s always known to be the ‘cool uncle’ 

Like should he really be yelling??? They’re just kids??? He did a lot worst stuff at his age-

“ It’s not what it looks-”

“ I think I’m just gonna…” Ukai kinda points off to the side and awkwardly steps around the two of you because he rather not think about his student and his niece kissing 

so he kinda gives Kageyama a pass? Not because it’s Kageyama you’re dating but just because emotions are so high and it’s like eh okay??

If anything, it would just be kinda awkward between Ukai and Kageyama during practice/school like just lil nods like “ okay I guess you’re dating my niece” and “ okay I guess I’m dating you’re niece”

Sugawara

Suga is just so sweet let me put that out there because it must be known

You two had only been dating for a short time but you both were already so comfortable with each other

He knows you work late some days at Ukai’s store so he always stops by after practice to check up on you and makes sure you ate dinner and that you were caught up with your homework

Tonight was no different as Suga walks in and sees you behind the register trying your best not to fall asleep

“ Ukai isn’t here?” 

“ Nope, he texted me and said he was going to stop by the house before coming over with dinner. I wish he would hurry up. I’m about to pass out” You yawned as Suga greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as you kicked over a stool so he could sit on the opposite side of the counter,” how was practice?”

“ Kageyama and Hinata got into it again during practice so you know, the usual. I missed you a lot today though, I feel like I hardly ever get to see you.” 

*Cue sad puppy dog Suga*

You two weren’t the type of couple to always be attached at the hip. You had your own things to do and so did he but that didn’t stop you both from missing each other

“ I know Koshi but at least you’re here now.”

You had a point, he cherished any time that the two of had together, even if it was only for a few minutes and now that he was with you, he could show you how much he missed you

Suga got rid of his pouty face and leaned over the counter to kiss you but this time, it was way different than any kiss the two of you shared before. His lips were so warm and you practically melted into him because you two hadn’t had time alone in a quick minute

Ukai was on his phone as he stepped into the store but when he looked up to see his niece smooching with one of his students, he was so freaked out he just shouted

“ WHA-HEY! NO KISSING WHILE WORKING!” 

You pushed Suga off of you but the force of your push sent you falling backwards in your chair and you landed on the ground with a thud

You groaned and held your head as Ukai and Suga peeked over the counter to make sure you were still alive,” Wah! You said you weren’t coming to the shop until later!” 

“ Change of plans, my Uncle senses were going crazy and I’m glad I listened to them! What if a customer walked in and saw two hormonal teenagers going at it?”

“ AIYA alright!” You shouted, feeling more embarrassed than before as you got off the floor. 

Suga was lowkey panicking cause he wasn’t even sure what to say. How could he even ease the tension between his girlfriend and coach ???? 

“ I uhm-” Suga started as Ukai looked over at him,” I’m sorry Ukai-san! I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N!” 

Suga bows respectfully as you and Ukai watch him leave the store. Once he’s gone, Ukai only laughs and grabs an apron from the hook. 

“ Why are you laughing? You basically traumatized him!” 

“ A little fear never hurt anybody but good job, you managed to pick a decent guy for once,” You uncle teased as he patted your head and started to sweep the store

Ukai was definitely protective of who you dated and he had a suspicion that you were going out with someone but now that he knew it was Suga out of all people, he wasn’t worried at all 

Of course, he could never say that outloud because again, fear keeps guys in check 

Nishinoya 

Oh god okay 

You live with your uncle Ukai because your parents always traveled a lot for work and since Ukai is literally the coolest uncle in the world, you liked living with him

He would’ve let you live with him anyway but because you offered to help him out at the store, it kinda stuck and that’s how you got into helping him out

Noya and you had been dating for a while now and while Ukai knew the two of you were together, he never really brought it up because a big part of him didn’t even want to acknowledge the fact that his niece was with someone as crazy as Noya

But again, if you and Ukai didn’t bring it up then that’s just the way it is

You and Noya were always pretty busy and since you barely saw each other during the day, you would sneak Noya into your room late at night just to makeout cuddle whatever

And just like any other day, you opened up your bedroom window as Noya carefully climbed in, being extra careful not to make any noise

Now you two hadn’t spent quality time with each other in sooooo long and again, two hormonal teenagers that are touch starved is bound to happen. This is basically a long-winded way to say that it was obvious you two would makeout

No matter how heated the makeout sessions would get, that’s all they would ever be because you two both wanted to wait before taking it to the next level 

99% of the time Noya would take off his shirt and today was no different. Your hands were tugging at his hair as his body hovered over yours as your lips moved against each other

Even in the dark, he always told you how pretty you were cause he’s a goob and you would just smile and get back to kissing him 

Noya inhaled deeply because this is what pure bliss felt like and he couldn’t be happier being so close to you

“ Hey Y/N, tomorrow I need-” Ukai barged right in and turned the lights on as his eyes landed straight on a shirtless Noya on top of you 

“ WHAT THE HELL-”

You screamed as Noya rolled off of you and was frantically trying to find his shirt while avoiding eye contact with Ukai

Through all of the panic, Ukai looked down and saw the shirt on the floor. He just picked it up and threw it at Noya’s head,” Get dressed, and both of you see me downstairs.” 

Noya gulped because he knew he was going to get his ass beat and even when Ukai left your room, Noya turned to you with sad eyes

“ If I don’t make it back alive, I want you to know how much I love you. Tell Tanaka I’m sorry.”

“ Yu, I think you’re being dramatic…”

The whole time you and Noya were panicking, Ukai was losing his mind because he knew what he had to talk about with you and he reallyyyyyy wasn’t ready for it 

Once you two made it downstairs, you both sat down on opposite sides of the couch 

Ukai might’ve looked pissed on the outside, and he was, but he was just so uncomfortable. He didn’t know if it was really his place to bring the birds and the bees but as the adult in the room, it was now his responsibility. 

“ You guys realize I have to give you the talk now right?”

“ Uncle Ukai please-”

“ You brought this upon yourself.”

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Part 11

Summary: Girls night doesn’t go as planned...

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Part 10  Part 12 

Note: I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you guys love it!

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“Wait, but do you really have to go?” JJ asked, pouting as I repacked my clothes.

“Yes, babe, I already told Kie I was coming. I can’t back out on her.” I said laughing at how cute he looked. He was sitting up in my bed, the sheets covering his lower half, and his hair was a disaster. 

“I won’t get cuddles tonight though” he whined.

“And here you are telling me you’re a manly man” I mumbled. 

“I’m allowed to be upset that my girlfriend is leaving me” he said matter of factly.

“Oh my god JJ, I’m staying the night at Kie’s not leaving the country.” I huffed at him.

“Who’s going to keep me warm at night? Who am I going to kiss goodnight?” he asked.

“My brother?” I said.

“Babe! This is serious!” JJ said throwing his hands up, he was such a drama queen. 

“Alright well, I’m ready to go. Are you taking me or am I taking myself?” I said, rolling my eyes at him.

JJ flopped back on the bed. He threw his clothes back on, huffing the whole time. Me getting a nice view of his ass. He grabbed his hat, backpack, and took the keys from me. We piled ourselves in the van and headed to Kie’s house. I texted her that I was on the way, her replying that the other guys were there too, so JJ could chill with all of us for a bit. 

“Kie said the other guys were there too if you want to stay for a minute” I said looking over at JJ. He smiled, pulling our entwined hands up to kiss the back of my hand.

We pulled into Kie’s house, seeing my brother and Pope sitting on the front porch. We got out shouting our hellos. I grabbed my stuff and walked up towards the boys.

“Evening gentlemen” I said, fist bumping Pope, and doing a handshake with my brother. 

“Brethren,” JJ greeted in a posh British accent, hugging both Pope and John B. I laughed at them, leaving them to their guy talk to go find the girls.

Kie and Sarah were in the kitchen baking something because it smelt heavenly when I walked in. I went upstairs and sat my bag in her room. Then I met them in the kitchen, hugged both of them, and let out a girly squeal for how excited I was to see them. Thankfully, Kie’s parents weren’t home so we had access to all the beer we wanted. 

“What’s baking? It smells awesome.” I asked, inhaling deep.

“My dad’s famous chocolate chip cookies” Kie smiled, knowing they were my favorite.  

“I’m excited to try them,” Sarah said, rubbing her hands together excitedly. 

“What took you so long to get here?” Kie asked. I turned about fifty shades of red, earning giggles from my girlfriends. “That explains a lot” Kie said.

“We got in a fight and well...we made up.” I said sheepishly. 

“I’ll say” Sarah laughed. 

The guys then piled in the house. My brother coming to stand between Sarah and I, JJ coming to my other side, and Pope standing between Kie and I. We talked and laughed about anything and everything. The guys having a few play fights. John B and I getting into an argument about who was getting the last cookie.

“I’m the oldest!” I yelled.

“Well I’m the youngest!” he yelled back.

“I’m a girl” I stated

“So?” John B asked.

“I have rights as a female to the last cookie” I said matter of factly. 

“That makes literally no sense,” JB said.

“Because you’re dumb” I said, darting my hand out and snagging the cookie. 

“Hey!” he yelled. 

“You snooze you lose” I said with a mouthful of cookie.

“Are you guys 17 or 5?” Pope asked. 

It was time for the guys to go so the girls night of fun could begin. I walked JJ to the van, going straight into his arms. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t going to miss him. I loved feeling his warmth next to me every night. 

“I’ll miss you” I said into his neck. He squeezed me tighter.

“I love you baby” he said, kissing me quick on the lips. What turned into one quick kiss turned into multiple pecks all over my face.

“JJ” I giggled.

“I-love-you-so-much” he said, kissing somewhere new with every word. I was so overwhelmed with love I could have cried.

“I love you J” I said, giving him a final squeeze before going back into Kie’s house. I watched the guys pile into the van and take off. I went into the living room with the girls so the fun could begin. 

We painted our toenails, baked more cookies, and watched a scary movie. We went through an entire bottle of wine, a lot of beer, and some vodka shots that Sarah had brought. At the moment, Kie was blasting music through her speakers and we all danced around her living room. I heard a loud bang and looked behind me. The girls didn’t notice so I told Kie to turn the music off.

“Did you hear that?” I asked.

“What?” Kie asked.

“I didn’t hear anything.” Sarah said. Just when she said that, there was another bang.

“What the fuck!” I shouted.

All of us went to investigate, finding nothing of course. I started getting nervous, hoping it was all just imagination. Hoping we were just scaring ourselves from the movie we watched. 

“Kie your parents are out of town right? They aren’t coming back early?” Sarah asked.

“No, they are gone all week” Kie said.

“Should we call the guys?” I asked. All of us agreeing, I got out my phone to call JJ. No answer.

“No JJ” I said, starting to panic. I tried my brother, again no answer. Of course when we need them they aren’t picking up.

“Pope didn’t answer” Kie said.

“JB didn’t either” I said.

“What do we do?” Sarah asked, panic clear in her voice.

Then there was pounding on the door, all of us screamed. I went and checked to see no one was there. Then there was pounding on the back door. We huddled in a circle, both girls hiding behind me.

“Why am I in front?!” I yelled.

“Because you’re the better fighter!” Kie yelled back.

“That’s not going to help when they are at the front and back!” I yelled again.

Now there was banging up stairs. We bolted to the kitchen, looking around for anything to use as a weapon. I tried calling my brother and JJ, still no answer.

“JJ! Please pick up! There’s people trying to break into Kie’s house!” I cried into the phone, hoping JJ would check his missed calls. 

“Birdie, someone is trying to break in, please pick up!” I said to my brother’s voicemail. 

We went back into the living room, I paced back and forth. Then the power went out, we all screamed again. We huddled together, Sarah starting to cry, and Kie trying to comfort her. If this was the guys idea of a joke, I was going to kill them. We had no escape plan since we were blocked at all possible exits. The window upstairs crashed open and we all froze. The back and front doors busted open, two figures appearing. They were tall and burly looking, wearing all black, and with ski masks on. I couldn’t see if they had weapons or not, I was terrified more for my friends than for me since I wasn’t afraid to fight. 

“We know you found it.” the man by the front door said.

“What are you talking about? Who are you?” I asked.

“We know you found it Routledge!” the one upstairs said. They knew who I was which scared me even more.

They started coming closer to us, we huddled closer together. We backed up as they came closer, I whispered to Kie and Sarah to keep calling the guys. 

“Where’s the damn gold?!” the man by the back door asked. 

“I don’t know!” I screamed. “I have no clue what you’re talking about!” I looked at all of them, trying to think of how we could get away.

“You’re old man was crazy about it. Got himself dead because of the fucking gold, so don’t think you can play dumb” he said. 

I saw something shiny reflecting in the man by the back doors hand. My eyes widening when I realized it was a gun. We were absolutely fucked. No way we were getting out of here. 

“When I say, run as fast as you can to the front door, it’s the best option” I whispered.

“Seriously?!” Sarah whisper yelled.

“You got any better ideas Cameron?!” I said to her. 

“Guys, there’s a full window behind us, it’s going to hurt but we need to jump through it. I think if we all go at once it won’t be as bad” Kie whispered.

“Ok on three....one...two...three” I said.

All of us sprinted behind us to the huge glass window covering a side of Kie’s house. The three of us held on to each other as we burst through the glass and onto the grass below us. I felt several stings where glass had cut me, but I couldn’t focus on that now. I needed to get my girls out of here alive. We scrambled up, none of us having any serious injuries, and took off down the street.

We could hear them coming behind us, shooting off rounds that barely missed us. I pushed myself faster and faster, encouraging my friends to do the same. We saw headlights coming towards us and I recognized the van right away. I cried in relief. We shouted for the guys to open the door so we could pile in. JB was driving with JJ riding shotgun. Pope swung open the door and everyone piled in. 

Everyone except me...

One of the men chasing us caught a hold of my hair and yanked me from the van. I screamed for my brother, for JJ. I heard all of them screaming for me. I punched, kicked, scratched, anything to try and get me free. 

“You know what we want Routledge!” the man holding me said. 

Next thing I see is JJ running full speed at me, taking all of us to the ground. My breath left my body, but my adrenaline was high enough for me to keep focus. The man’s hold loosened enough for me to roll away, leaving JJ beating the absolute shit out of him. 

“JJ come on let’s go!” I yelled, pulling on his shirt. 

I heard to cocking of the gun and went stock still, I turned and saw one of the men pointing it at JJ. He wasn’t paying attention to me, my brother saw my intentions and ran to the same spot I had in mind. 

“NO!” John B shouted at me.

We collided into each other, and the shot had rang out.

Everything went dark.

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Day 9 - Electric

(Warnings: Graphic depiction of violence. This is a dark one)

The crowd rose up around him, howling its rage and its need for violence. In addition to the smell of blood and cigarettes, he could feel this mixture of adrenaline and excitement filling the place, plunging this old abandoned shed into an atmosphere fit to an arena. And that was one. Not that Dean gives it any importance anymore. What mattered was not what it looked like, but what was happening there.

A new flash of light blinded him while the metallic noise of the audience striking with animosity against the protective wire fence rose in a sinister music to his ears. Here, everything screamed decadence and anarchy and he loved it, to be able to blend with the mass without ever being considered as the freak that he was outside. Being a monster was common in this clandestine universe, it was even greatly encouraged if one wanted to survive it.

As adrenaline pulsed through his veins like an intoxicating electric current, Dean clenched and loosened his fists with apprehension, eager to soon feel bones cracking under his knuckles. Tonight, he was going to be what he was built for, what others made of him year after year. Tonight, he was no longer Dean Winchester, he was nothing but fury and hatred.

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Dean woke up early that morning from a night full of nightmares despite his exhaustion. His eyes were red and ringed, sunk into their sockets after hours spent watching the house of this supposed rugaru. He made a face at the memory of the bitter failure of that night. What was the point of being a hunter if he could not save lives? The rugaru had time to devour his whole family before Dean could intervene, all because he had not taken some essential parameters into consideration. It was a stupid rookie mistake that cost the lives of two little girls and an innocent woman. With his chest already on fire, he had remained lying down looking at the ceiling a few hours before deciding to go out.

It was a bad idea. He didn’t give a shit.

Dean had rushed to the nearest grocery store, had taken meager provisions for form and numerous bottles of alcohol. When he got back to his room—on the ground floor, thank God—, he had barely taken off his shoes that the neck of the bottle was already on his lips. And Dean had been drinking. He had drunk, drunk, emptied a whole bottle and had stretched out himself among the sheets of his unmade bed. In a flash of lucidity, he had turned on his cell phone. Because he couldn’t help himself. Because despite the argument with his brother since the beginning of the week, he was worried.

However, he had not texted Sam, especially not. He did not want his brother to deprive himself of a small respite once again because of his stupid decisions and existential crises. Things were not really easy between them and, if he was honest with himself, they were not anymore for some time already. This was another reason why he had no right to demand any support from him: Sam was better off without him and his carcass full of anger and sadness.

He had not written to Castiel either. He had prayed even less. His best friend had enough to deal with in Heaven, with all these angelic losses and the threat of a new rebellion hovering over the cosmic balance. If another war was coming, then Castiel was more useful up there than with his own pathetic self. In any case, even if he had sent him a quick message asking him how he was doing today, he already knew the answer. Bad. Just like him. It was like a sinister condemnation that kept coming back and pounding in his skull. This mixed with a growing guilt that was now forming one with him.

Then Dean had drowned his too-full-heart in alcohol before spending a good hour in the bathroom vomiting the empty contents of his stomach. He had not eaten at lunch, being too sick — and what was the point anyway? — before feeling this growing anger in his heart again at the end of the day. His telephone remained desperately silent and that did not help despite his desire to be alone. Somewhere deep inside him, maybe he was hoping someone would send a message first to inquire about his health, but nothing.  Furiously, tired of turning between the four moldy walls of his motel room, Dean had grabbed his jacket and his car keys before going out towards the first bar.

He had found an enough ill-reputed one to accomplish what he wanted to do tonight in complete discretion. Kansas City was a big city with its dark sides and where no one would ever pay attention to him.

Diving into the noise almost drowned his thoughts. Dean had barely got off two shots before a man hit him on the shoulder. He kept a toxic smile of flowering on his lips knowing exactly that his plan had worked before turning his attention to man. The difficulty of the thing was to look lost and desperate enough to accept any proposal without inspiring too much pity. Dean barely had to pretend. Obviously, the guy turned out to be exactly what he was looking for: a recruiter for clandestine fights that were quietly organized at night in the premises behind the bar. The boss seemed to know since he said nothing more when he heard a few bits of their conversation. Dean had answered each of his questions in a neutral manner before the man finally told him to meet him at two o'clock in the morning behind the bar if he was interested, seeing "potential" in him. Perfect.

His instincts, although sore with alcohol, told him not to take the risk. But this rage… this rage that filled him a little more every moment, this anger that had come to mingle with his guilt and his despair screamed at him to go hit something. Something alive, something that can bleed and take his relentless violence. Dean was like that: he was violent, dangerous and unsavory. He knew how to destroy and that’s it. He knew how to torture and that’s it. It was surely for this reason that he had so much his place in Hell... He needed to be punished for his past mistakes.

At 1:45, Dean was on the sidewalk, facing the dark alley leading to the rendezvous point. His hands were in his pockets, his heart beating in a strangely calm way, still not drowned in vodka. Swallowing his conscience, repeating to himself that he deserved it anyway, Dean plunged into the alley. In the end, he found the meeting place quite easily.

Without him knowing why, the security guards at the entrance recognized him and, after long underground corridors, allowed him to enter what seemed to be a large abandoned shed isolated from the rest of the city center. However, the place was teeming with people, the crowd of junkies and thugs crowding around what looked like an improvised and slightly raised ring. Some whispered cheers, others insulted while two poor fellows were fighting in the square with their bare hands. Dean got closer. One of the men took a particularly violent blow which sent him to the ground. In a rule-bound sport, that was usually when the game ended. But there were no referees here, just a man shouting comments from the top of a high box, and the winner threw himself on his opponent on the ground to beat him. He did not stop until the poor fellow spit so much blood that he choked under him. With a smile of victory, the other stood up and shouted his victory while his opponent lay there half dead, being evacuated by two other men and leaving a trail of blood behind him.

The commentator then screamed into his microphone, asking for a volunteer in the crowd to come and try his luck in the ring. Dean sincerely thought that no one would be crazy enough to say yes when two other losers entered the ring and a new fight ensued. Once again, it was violent, disloyal and bloody. The more the blows resounded in the hangar, the more the crowd seemed to be in effervescence, screaming to animate the fight while the money of the gamblers was circulating from hand to hand.

Dean stayed away for the next two until the commentator announced the last fight. In the audience, a strong man with several metal teeth raised his hand in a raging cry, a smug smile on his lips. He stepped into the ring. In the hangar floated a semblance of hesitation, no opponent reaching the iron jaw. So, while Dean had been waiting all night for this very moment, he raised his hand, approached the ring under the laughter of others, and threw himself into the fray. His opponent looked at him with a mocking and evil look.

That’s how he ended up with this electric atmosphere around him as his heart sent waves of adrenaline into the rest of his body.

What did he have to lose? He came here to hit, no? So, hit or get hit… What was the difference? The only thing that could reassure him was that the opposite man seemed at least as guilty as he was. By the time he took off his jacket and his shirt, Dean was already crushing his fist into that idiot’s jaw.

Immediately, the screams and comments resumed around them, but everything was drowned in a muffled whistle when Dean took two more hits at a steady pace. His breath was taken away. Several minutes passed where the only thought that was imposed on his mind was to be in pain. In addition to needing to vent all this anger, he deserved all the bruises that were accumulating on his body. He deserved to suffer at least as much as he had made others suffer in his life. Blood rolled from his nose into his mouth and Dean spit on the ground.

When he finally seemed to begin to dominate the fight, his strong opponent, but little enduring, he felt a flash of terrible rage pierce his body. With his breath almost cut off by so much blind anger, Dean opened wide eyes filled with a terrifying thirst for blood. He was unrecognizable. The beast in him had awakened. He was no better than all the monsters he hunted, he was worse. In a moment of inattention, this violence took hold of him as effectively as at the time of Cain’s mark, a knee stroke flew into his brow arch and sent him to the ground. His opponent had risen.

Among the repeated violence that his body was undergoing, the man determined to beat him, Dean found it difficult to regain control over himself and a rumble escaped from his lips. What was going on? He became that thing that he swore he would never be again. In one last desperate rush, Dean managed to dodge another punch and rolled on himself, his chest in a vice of pain. Blinded by anger and pain, he succeeded in reversing the situation and projecting the iron jaw to the ground. In an instant, he had mounted his body and struck, struck, and struck until the face under him was nothing more than a bloody and deformed pulp. Dean screamed. Only then did the remaining hatred in his chest fade and he could breathe again, the blood flowing into his brain enough to tell him to stop.

The rest seemed blurry to him, his thoughts muddled and confused, drowned by the cheers and the cries of craze. He remembers, however, the same man who had come to recruit him in the bar coming to congratulate him at the exit, thanking him for the nice money that Dean had allowed him to win. He told him that he had it in his blood. Dean barely replied, not less agreed though.

Once back at the motel and the blood cleaned from his clothes, Dean was again alone with his thoughts. He immediately sent a message to Sam. He needed help. He needed his family to remind him that he was not just a wild animal, that he could exist beyond his rage. Currently he was just… empty. Dean already knew that his dreams would be filled with horrible nightmares tonight and he was tired of it in advance. After several minutes of internal fighting, Dean curled up on himself against a wall in his room. He did not want to sleep. What if the beast came back while he lowered his guard? He didn’t want to sleep. He was in too much pain to sleep. He needed to go back, to resist that dark part of him. Dean could never let it surface again, not like that, ever. He still felt his knuckles suffering, sending waves of pain into the rest of his hand like electric shocks.

He didn’t want to sleep…

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I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home

Bakugo X Reader 

Runaway reader finds a home with Bakugo. But will trouble follow?

Warnings * This one is a little heavier than stuff I have written in the past. Kidnapping and mentions of abuse. 

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This was the third night in a row he had woken up in a cold sweat. This had been happening periodically for months but it had been happening more frequently lately. It was the same dream over and over again. It would always start as a normal dream but before he knew it, there was a girl maybe a year or two younger than he was. She was always dressed in the same shitty dress. Her hair wild and tangled. But  nothing was more haunting than her eyes. They were so sad and scared. She was always reaching out to him, her lips moving but no noise coming out. He desperately wanted to know what she was saying, but he never got the chance. He’d always wake up panting and angry. 

It didn't matter what time it was he always got up after that and went for a run. There was no going back to sleep after that. Those eyes were burned into his brain. Every time he closed his eyes he could see that scared look, and it crushed him. 

He didn't even know this girl. At least he didn’t think he did. He read somewhere that your brain can’t invent new people so all the people in your dreams where people you had seen before. 

Was she someone he had saved in the past. No he would have remembered her, he could tell she was pretty even if she was underfed and covered in dirt. Was she someone he saw in a movie or on TV? That had to be it. The only problem was he had been so busy with hero work he hadn't had the time to relax and watch anything in months. He was in his first year as a Pro Hero and he was working relentlessly to make sure everyone knew his name. 

He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a look at the clock. 4 am. Fuck he had only been asleep for a little over two hours. He rubbed his temples. He had to report to work in six hours. Maybe he should just go in early. If he’s going to be awake he might as well get paid for it. 

He sluggishly got dressed and drained the rest of his coffee. Thank god today was supposed to be a short day anyways. He didn't know if he could make it through another 24 hour shift. 

The ding of the elevator sounded louder than usual, and in his exhausted grumpy state he took it very personally. As if the elevator knew he was tired and wanted to taunt him. 

He walked over to his desk and threw his bag that held his costume onto it before slumping into his chair. 

“Wow. dont take this wrong way. But you kind of look like shit.” He looked over to the cheery as hell red head that he usually would consider his best friend, “How the hell am I not supposed to take that the wrong way?”

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “I mean you just look tired is all. Speaking of which shouldn't you be asleep right now? Your shift doesn't start until 10. I know you’re punctual and all but four hours early seems a bit extreme.” 

He leaned back in his chair attempting to rub the exhaustion from his eyes, “I’m fine. I have paperwork to catch up on before my shift starts anyways.” 

Kirishima gave him a concerned look, “You hate paperwork man. What’s really going on?”

He debated for a few seconds if he should say anything, but then decided it might help to actually to talk about it with someone. “I’ve been having these weird dreams... Theres always this girl-”

“A girl! ooooh is she pretty?” 

He gave the red head an annoyed look. 

“Oh right not important. Continue. Sorry.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yes she is pretty. Anyways. She keeps popping into my dreams. It looks like she needs help but I can never hear her. She’s dirty and way too skinny and I dont know.. Its just messing with my head.” 

Kirishima seemed to ponder on that for a bit, “Do you recognize the girl? Like is she someone you know?” 

Bakugo sighed, “No, at least I dont think I do.” 

Kirishima nodded, “What is she doing in these dreams?” 

“I dont know. I guess she’s reaching out to me. At least that’s what it looks like.” 

Kirishima brought his hand up tp his chin as if he was Sherlock Holmes solving a case, “Why dont you take her hand then? If she’s reaching out to you, it must mean she wants you to right?” 

Bakugo threw his hands up in defeat, “I dont fucking know! Even if I wanted to it’s not like I have complete control over my dreams. I’m asleep for fucks sake.” 

Kirishima rolled his eyes, “Alright grumpy gills. I think you need a nap. And this time if any girls happen to stroll through your dreams at least try to hold their hand and see where that gets you. Alright? I’ll handle your paperwork and come wake you up when it’s time for your shift.” 

He wanted to argue but even after 3 cups of coffee he was utterly exhausted. He couldn't work like this. Kirishima was right. He needed a nap. 

He curled up on one of the couches in the break room and fell asleep almost instantly. His dreams started out normal enough. Nothing odd in any way and then out of no where. There she was. Reaching out to him. Her eyes terrified, a silent scream on her lips. 

He was supposed to do something. What was it? Oh yeah. He slowly reached his hand out to hers. It seemed to go so slowly as if he was moving through molasses. His muscles hurt from the effort of forcing his arm up to meet hers. 

Finally his fingers brushed against hers... and he heard it. 

Her voice rang out loud and clear. “Help me Ground Zero! Please!” 

He gripped her hand tighter, “Who are you? What do you want?” 

The girl started to cry, “No time for that now. They’re onto me! Where are you?”

Bakugo flinched, “I’m at work at All Mights new agency.” 

She nodded her head in understanding and for the first time ever she left before he woke up.

Next thing he knew he was being shook awake, “Come on man time to get up! Tell your dream girl you’ll call her back later.” 

He shot straight up, “I did it...”

“That’s great..... what did you do?” 

Bakugo stood up his body coursing with adrenaline, “I touched her hand... and I heard her! She asked me for help and asked me where I was.” 

Kirishima looked at him like he had lost it, “Alright crazy pants enough of that. You know its a dream right? As in it’s not real. This is real, we are real, and you’re really about to be late if you dont hurry up and get changed.” 

Bakugo spent the rest of his shift on high alert. He looked around every corner to see if you were there. You were real. He doesn't now how, but he knows that to be true. He knew he couldn't say that out loud without sounding like a escaped mental patient but his heart kept telling him you needed him. 

Your voice played on an endless loop through his head. It drowned out everything else including Kirishima's annoying consistent ramble. 

The day flew by faster than usual which Bakugo was extremely grateful for. He was practically running out the door with Kirishima yelling after him about meeting up for drinks later. Yeah that wasn’t happening. 

He had taken all of three steps out of the building when he was being tackled. Well tackled wasnt exactly the right word, because that would imply that he fell, which he did not. Instead he lost his balance for a second before turning to see the source. 

It was her. It was you. 

“Shit shit shit. You’re real. I knew it! What are you doing here? Who are you?” 

You looked up at him with desperate eyes, “Get me out of here. They’re after me! I promise I’ll tell you everything just please get me somewhere safe.” 

He looked around to see if anyone was watching, but no one was around. He grabbed your hand and started walking towards his apartment, “I only live a few bocks from here. Think you can make it that far?” 

You nodded. If only he knew how far you had already come to find him. 

Soon enough you were being dragged through the door to his apartment. He lead you to the kitchen table and immediately began to pace back and forth in front of you. He suddenly stopped and looked at you, his eyes boring into yours. “Alright are you going to tell me who the fuck you are and what the fuck is going on?” 

You flinched a bit at his angry voice but quickly reminded yourself that he was good, he wouldnt hurt you. You composed yourself the best you could under the circumstances, “My name is Y/n. I was kidnapped as a child by a group of villains. They have been using my quirk to their advantage for years. I finally managed to get out and come find you.” 

He pulled a chair up so he could sit and face you, “Okay but why me? Out of all the people in the world why me? How were you in my head?” 

You looked down into your lap where your fingers were gripping the hem of your dirty dress, “My quirk allows me to enter people dreams. I'm a dream walker. But it cant be just anyone. I have to have seen their face and I have to know their name. I was a child when they took me. I didn't know any better. I thought they were my family. It wasnt until I got older that I realized how wrong what they were doing was. They would have me enter peoples dreams to get them to confess things, gain information, plant ideas... One day I fought back and tried to reach out for help. The only problem was I didn't know anyone... everyone I knew was a villain. All the people that I had visited in dreams before wouldn't listen to me. And why should they. I betrayed them. I entered their dreams, and stole their private information. Even if they wanted to help, I had no idea where I was... there was no way for them to find me.” 

He reached out and took your hand in his, “I’m so sorry that happened to you.... but you still haven't answered my question... why me?” 

He may be a bit insensitive but he still had no idea who you were and he didn't want to run the risk of this being some weird twisted trap. 

You wiped a tear from your dirt stained cheeks. “One night I snuck out of my room t- to try and get something to eat.... and the news was on, on the tv in the kitchen. It was an interview with you. I saw your face and I heard the name Ground Zero.  That’s all I got before I was being dragged back to my room and was pumped full of so many drugs so I couldnt use my quirk.” 

You were shaking now, “I dont know why and I cant explain it. But I felt a weird connection with you. Every day I repeated your name over and over again through my drugged state so I wouldn't forget it. I kept telling myself you were going to save me. Finally I was able to push through the drugged haze to reach out to you. To walk into your dream.”

Bakugo’s head was spinning, “Is that why I couldnt hear you? Because you were drugged?” 

You shook your head, “No, I have to have permission to truly be in someones head, you had to touch me, to acknowledge me before I can talk to you.” 

He took a deep breath, “Well I’m sorry I didn't do it sooner.... So how did you get here.” 

You started messing with the hem or your dress again, “They decided to move me to a different location. Said I was being too difficult and needed to be taught a lesson. I jumped out of the back of a moving van. I didn't know where I was going but I found my way to the city and asked the first person I saw for directions.” 

Bakugo was leaning towards you now, completely invested in the story, “Why didn't you go to the police?”

You sighed, “I dont know who to trust. They have moles everywhere. I cant risk showing up on a police report. They’d find me.” 

He nodded for a few moments thinking it over. “Ok.... well... I have a spare bedroom you are more than welcome to use. It looks like you need some food and it smells like you need a shower. The bathroom is down the hall, do you like spicy food?”

Your eyes widened, “Does that mean you’ll let me stay?”

He huffed, “Well I’m not going to fucking kick you out to rough it on the streets! Now do you like spicy food or not?” 

You shrugged as you tried to hold back the relieved tears that threatened to spill out, “I dont know. I’ve never had spicy food. I was only ever fed white rice. Sometimes if I did a good job they would add chicken.” 

He gave you a sad look, “Alright so I’ll go easy with the seasoning. Take your time, relax and I’ll get you some clean clothes.” 

You nodded as you walked carefully over to the bathroom he had pointed out earlier. You were almost too scared to touch anything. You didn't want to do anything that would make him change his mind. 

The shower felt so good. You couldnt remember the last time you had, had a shower. It had to have been during what you called your cooperative phase. They were so nice to you then. Before you realized they were all monsters. You had a nice soft bed, your own bathroom, and so many books to read. When you fought back everything had changed. 

You could see all the mud and dried blood swirling around before it went down the drain. You decided then and there that this was goodbye to your old life. If you could even call it a life. It was all going down the drain as well and you were never going back.

When you finally stepped out of the shower there was a warm looking hoodie as well a a pair of shorts and boxers sitting on the bathroom counter. The hoodie hung down to your knees and you had never felt so warm and fuzzy. You didn't know it was possible for an article of clothing to feel... safe. 

You walked out into the hallway and could hear hushed voices, you panicked. Had they already found you? 

“Dude I heard the shower running and you’re cooking... you definitely have a girl over! Who is it?”

“Will you shut up! She’ll hear you!”

“You DO have a girl over!” 

“Will you just fucking leave already? I promise I’ll tell you about it later. Tell the director I won't be able to make it work for the next few days. I’m uh.. sick.” 

“Sick huh?”

“Yeah I’m sick... sick of your shit, now leave!” 

You couldnt help it you giggled. It sounded so weird but it was undeniably a giggle. You felt a weight start to slowly lift from your shoulders. 

You waited until you heard the door shut before leaving the safety of the hallway and joining Ground Zero at the diner table. Your mouth started to water and you stomach rumbled, it all looked so good. You looked over to him, unsure if it would be rude to just dig in. 

He froze with a spoon midway to his mouth, “What? Are you waiting for permission or something? Fuck that just eat.” 

Your eyes lit up as you started to drain your bowl or soup first, immediately followed by mountain of noodles. It all tasted so good, “Thank you so much Ground Zero. This is delicious. You are an amazing cook.” 

You could see him blush a bit before shoving another bite into his mouth numbing a quick, “It’s Bakugo.”

You both sat in an awkward silence, eating until you were both fat and happy. When you finally decided you were done you leaned back into you seat. “That had to be the best meal I’ve ever had.”

Bakugo stood up and started collecting the dishes, “Dont take this the wrong way but it’s not like your pallet was all that expanded before.” He could see hurt flash over your features briefly before you schooled them back to neutral. He tried to salvage this conversation, “But dont worry I’ll try to stay away from cooking rice. I have a feeling you've had enough of that.”

You smiled as you stood up to help, “Here you cooked, the least I could do is clean up.” 

He took the plate that was in your hand, “Maybe next time... You’ve had a shower, you’ve been fed, now you just need to get a good nights sleep.” He gestured over to the hallway. “The bedroom at the end of the hall is mine. The one thats closest to us right now it the guest bedroom and the they're connected by the bathroom. I’ve been told I snore so I will apologize in advance for that. Go ahead and make yourself at home. There’s a tv and everything.” When you didn't move he gave you a light hearted nudge in the direction of the bedroom. “Honestly dont worry about it. I got it from here. Go get some sleep.” 

You weren't used to someone taking care of you and it made you feel suspicious. This was too good to be true. But you were also too tired to dwell too much. For the first time in a long time you were clean, full, and you actually have a bed to sleep in. Besides Ground Zero was a hero. Theres no way he’d do something to hurt you.... right? 

You tip toed over to your new room and marveled at how comfortable the bed looked. You pulled your pants off, opting for just the hoodie and boxers. Burrowing into the covers with your pile of comfy pillows beneath you, you practically hummed in comfort. You rolled over and saw Bakugo through the bathroom. He was also getting ready for bed in the dim light of his bedside lamp. He gave you a soft smile before closing his door. 

You weren't necessarily a fan of closed doors. You cant lock a door that isn't closed after all. But you felt safe none the less. You knew he was just in the other room. So you found yourself drifting off. 

You were back in your old room. Nothing but a bucket and a stained pillow so thin it may as well have just been a pillow case. You could smell the contents of the bucket in the corner and it made you want to puke. It was freezing but all you had for warmth was the thin tattered dress you wore. Your body hurt from how hard you were shivering. The pain in your stomach the worst of all. They hadn't fed you in a few days. Saying only good girls deserve food. You huddled further into yourself as you heard the deadbolt to what may as well have been your cell click. Someone was coming in. What do they want? The big guy walked in. The one with the crooked nose. “Time to take your medicine.” You thrashed around and tried to resist but he just held you down, laughing that sickly laugh that would haunt you forever. 

“NO!” 

You shot up in bed. Your face was soaked with tears. You felt a strong grip on you shoulder. You swung into the darkness and felt your fist connect with something solid. 

“Oi! relax its just me. You were having a nightmare. Thought I’d come wake you up.” 

You rubbed your eyes, “I’m so sorry I didn't mean to wake you.” 

He turned on the lamp on your nightstand, “It’s okay, it’s not like I have to work tomorrow anyways....” He was lost. He wanted to comfort you but he didn't want to crowd you. He also just met you today and shouldn't have such a strong urge to wrap his arms around you. But he does and he doesn't know how he feels about it. “So... do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, “I’d rather not. I just want to forget all about it...”

Bakugo nodded, “Thats fair... well if you need anything I’ll be right through there.” He pointed through the doors to his room. 

You bit your lip as you mustered up your courage, “Do you think you could... I mean you totally dont have to... but if its okay with you... could you... possibly stay with me until I fall asleep?” 

He quirked an eyebrow at you, “Uh... sure. I guess. That’s fine.”

You quickly snuggled back into your side of the bed and he got comfortable on his. He took a look at your sleeping face and felt his heart start to ache. You hadn't needed to tell him about your nightmare because you had already shown it to him. You had subconsciously pulled him into your dream and he had a front row seat to the horrors of your past. He reached out and brushed a stray hair away from your sleeping face. He’ll be damed if anyone tried to hurt you again. 

#bakugo #bakugo katsuki #Katsuki Bakugō #bhna bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo imagine #mha #mha imagines #mha bakugou #mha x reader #my hero academia #mha x y/n

[iris-sistibly]

I looked in the mirror and saw an image, not of myself but a different person. I barely know him but he seem to know me very well...more than I know my own self.

“You are the best piece of artwork I’ve ever created,” his voice reverberated inside my head. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, “You crazy bastard, I will never be like you!” I snarled at him. 

“Oh but you are now,” he said casually, as if this was a normal thing to say...no, wait--this is a normal thing for him to say, “Have you forgotten what you’ve done?” then he flashed his odd, spine chilling smile. My heart skipped a beat, my body trembled, once again I found myself in that residence, that hellhole I should never have gone to in the first place. Seo Mun-jo’s body lay lifeless on the floor, Ji-eun was unconscious on the dental chair. Drops of sweat mixed with blood trickled down my face and body, I can hear my heart pounding wildly in my chest, my mouth went dry because of dehydration, and my body was shaking from exhaustion. I glanced at my hand holding a knife stained with crimson red liquid, but the blood wasn’t mine. 

Um Bok-sun, the landlady...

Byun Deuk-jong, the man with special needs...

Hong Nam-bok, the pervert...

and Seo Mun-jo, the psychopathic asshole...

It was theirs...but it was my own doing, “I did these...I killed all of them...” that came out as a whisper, the knife slipped from my hand, it made a loud resonating sound as it hit hard on the floor. I palmed my face, “They were murderers!” I said in my mind, “I only did what needs to be done!”

“Exactly why I succeeded,” Seo Mun-jo’s voice echoed in my mind once again. 

I looked in the mirror and saw an image of a man, his emotionless eyes stared deep into my soul, his mouth curved forming an evil smile. I found myself staring at my own reflection, and that’s when I realized he was right all along. I did what I had to, but in the end I fell for his trap. Ironically, I felt free.

Something in me was freed after trying to contain it for so long and it was the most exhilarating feeling I’ve ever felt, my body trembled from post-adrenaline, my heart was pounding wildly from excitement, the stench of blood filled the air, I savored the intoxicating smell, it was way more addicting than alcohol and drugs combined. “So this is how it feels,” I said to myself, I killed the devil and became one myself, it was best feeling ever. 

Then in a blink of an eye, I was back in the hospital once more. I woke up from a trance and realized what I’m becoming. It terrified the shit out of me, but deep inside I wanted more, this bloodlust, the urge to kill excited me. Darkness was looming over, soon it will devour all of me, every piece...every side of my humanity. I frantically shook my head, “No...” I said over and over, but his voice was telling me otherwise. “NO!!!” I screamed, stepped back and bolted out of my room. “Sir! Where are you going?!” the nurse called me but I didn’t dare stop or look back. The hospital staffs went after me, I ran as fast as I could, it didn’t matter where my feet took me, I just knew I had to get out of here. Away from this world...away from myself...

“You are the best piece of artwork I’ve ever created...”

“You and I will be together forever...”

His words kept repeating in my head, “No you son of a bitch!” I yelled and hit my head. He may have lured me into his clutches, but I was determined to fight back, to save anything that was still good in me if I had any. I will never give him the privilege to see me drown into the pool of madness just like him. Gasping for air, I stopped when I reached the rooftop. The chilling breeze caressed my skin, I looked down and saw the busy streets of Seoul, it was so high from where I’m standing. Sky scrapers, street lights and vehicular lights lit up the night. I closed my eyes and remembered the few good years I had, when my life was ordinary. I’ve been longing for that simplicity, but I know I can never have it back.

Then their faces appeared once again, the demons who intended to haunt me for life. Their sinister smiles, their maniacal laughter, their terrifying voices and the never-ending nightmare of that dreadful night I am now imprisoned to, and the only way to get out of it was...

I opened my eyes and looked down once more, what was a pleasant view awhile ago became a dreadful sight. I gripped the railings as tight as I could, part of me says this isn’t the answer, that I can still get out of this and live again.

Can I?

“Oppa!!!” a woman’s voice called me, it was Ji-eun, the only person who kept me sane. The person I want to protect whatever it costs, she was crying, shaking her head, “Please don’t do this,” she begged. 

I wanted to run back into her arms, to apologize to her, to assure that everything will be alright. Then I felt a hand touch on mine, “You and I will be together forever,” Seo Mun-jo stood beside me, still wearing that creepily awful smile of his. His bare hand was as cold as his voice, “Sir please, we can help you! You don’t have to do this!” I heard the doctors and nurses plead as well.

I chuckled and shook my head, I wish it was that easy. I am grateful to the people who are willing to lend a hand, but seeing this bastard’s face made me realize that this is a battle only I can put an end to.

I now know what he meant when he told me that, him and I are one and the same, and as long as I live he too will always exist. I smiled back and flipped my middle finger, “In your fucking delusional mind!” I told him before plunging myself into the unknown.

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The devil in me by: Iris 

Written from Yoon Jong-u’s point of view

Drama: Strangers from Hell

-

This drama is batshit tbh, and I want to make this fanfiction as dark as possible so I played around with Jong-u’s emotions and what I think he must have felt when realized he became the new Seo Mun-jo. I’m a huge fan of psychological-thriller and mystery genre so I really hope you like this as much as I enjoyed writing this! 

#kdrama #fanfiction #character tribute #strangers from hell #hell is other people #im si-wan #yoon jong-u #lee dong-wook #seo mun-jo #kim ji-eun #min ji eun #ahn eun-jin #so jeong hwa #lee jung-eun #um bok-sun

[nikkyshows]

Caffeine Challenge 29

DISCLAIMER: reposted HERE to the new blog.

I only used the picture and first line prompts. Featuring a dumb teenager, superpowers, and bad action. Enjoy!

*****

The engine purring outside the window shouldn’t exist. For one, he lived in a sixth floor apartment, and — and that was it. But Kaden’s gotten kind of used to hearing things that aren’t there. It’s his power, he thinks. That or he’s crazy.

He likes to go with the power thing.

He has foresight, Sort of. He can hear the future instead of seeing it. It’s not showy or cool, but it can be surprisingly useful. Or confusing. Usually it was just confusing. But sometimes, rarely, it actually helped.

Today, it worries him. He hears a car revving, gunshots and a loud, rhythmic thudding. A heartbeat, maybe, or footsteps. This wasn’t going to be a normal Wednesday.

Despite what he heard upon waking, he still went to school. There was an exam in biology that he really didn’t want to miss. Even if he spends the whole day expecting a gunman to shoot up his class. Surprisingly, it’s not that different from his test anxiety.

It happens after school.

He has to walk through a bad part of the city — well, a worse part. New York had high crime rates. He hears angry shouting, shattered glass and he just kind of knows.

Now is the time when he should probably call the Hero hotline, or the police, to explain what was going on. He doesn’t call anyone. Instead, he creeps up under the window and peers in. He recognizes Lion, a particularly low-level supervillain. He’s growling, literally, at the people grouped around him. Thugs, most likely, goons.

Long, mangled hair swinging around his shoulders, he brandishes a big gun from something by his feet and points it at one of the goons.

Okay. Now is when he should definitely call one of the hotlines.

He still doesn’t pull out his phone. He’s heard this and he didn't hear the sound of a dropped body, so he’s good to listen in. Well, until the gunshots. But he isn’t one to shy away from a little danger. Or a lot of danger.

There’s a good chance that he’s going to be a hero when he graduates high school. Or maybe he’ll outgrow youthful recklessness. One of the two.

Carefully, he sneaks around the building, wondering why he’s dumb enough to think that this is a good idea. There’s more of them, they have guns and one of them has some pretty bad powers. There’s a fire escape zigging up the side of the building, which is basically a jackpot.

Kaden was planning to leave if there wasn’t an easy way up. Probably, at least.

The stairs are old, rusted metal that camouflages against the brick building. This is one of the old warehouses. This is dangerous. The fire escape was probably like a hundred years old, give or take a few decades. It probably hasn't been used in about half as long.

...this isn’t the worst idea he’s had.

He climbs to the first floor. Peering in the window, he sees that the first floor is empty. Shit.

He climbs up to the next floor, wincing every time the metal creaks under his feet. Maybe this idea was worse than he thought. He still goes along with it. One day he’ll learn common sense. That day is never going to be today, though.

They’re on the roof. How cliche. Kaden had thought that the rumors of Lion being well, not smart was an overestimation. He was wrong. Lion was an idiot with powers and guns.

Not unlike Kaden.

He should really call that hotline.

“What do you mean, he cancelled?” Lion’s voice rings over the wind, a low growl that does sound rather predatory. But hey, Kaden can make out what they’re saying now.

One of the lackeys steps forward, visibly terrified. Kaden hops over the edge of the building and hides behind a crate. “He said that he got a better deal with someone else.”

“Better deal?” He grips the man’s throat, large hand easily circling its circumference. Kaden crouches lower, as if Lion would suddenly realize that he’s there and put his other hand around his neck.

Though now he’s remembering that Lion has an animalistic sense of smell. And he was downwind. Suddenly, this is a lot less cool and a lot more scary.

Definitely should be punching in those numbers. Should definitely have his phone in hand. Why is he such an idiot?

A thud. “What’s that?” Kaden tunes back into the conversation, peering over the crate to see that the lackey is currently on the floor, coughing and grasping at his neck. He still isn’t reaching for his phone. Lion;s face is slightly uplifted, reminding Kaden heavily of an animal scenting the air.

Oh. Shit.

He turns and notices that the next warehouse over is only a few feet away. Going down the fire escape would be too slow and he needs to get out of here now.

So he jumps for it.

He’s a sane person, he swears. His instincts just take a hot minute before they kick in and release his adrenaline. ...and there are the gunshots he heard when he woke up.

He sticks the landing. Sort of. He crashes on the other building, rolling and groaning. It was a lot farther than it looked. And concrete was not a soft landing pad. Still hearing the gunfire and seeing chips of the concrete ledge flying over, he decides that running is more important then his likely-to-be bruises. For now.

He runs across this building and jumps onto the next one, crashing to his knees, but not rolling across the floor. He needs cover.

Heart pounding furiously in his ears, mimicking the flying pace of his racing feet, he continues to run. Honestly, he’s not sure if the gunfire has stopped or not, but he keeps going like it is.

Maybe he won’t be a hero when he graduates. This was absolutely terrifying.

He ducks behind an air vent, hand pressed to his chest, low-key wondering if he’s having a heart attack because it sure feels like it. Is it possible to break a rib just from adrenaline?

Shaking, he drags his phone out his bag and holds the home button. “Hey Siri, call the hero hotline.” His voice is totally shaking because of the exertion and not fear. Totally.

“Calling,” she said evenly, like there aren’t bullets flying and he isn’t about to die.

It’s his fault for not calling sooner. But he’s angry that she’s calm. He’s hiding behind an air vent mentally cursing out an AI. Great.

“Hero Hotline, how can I help you?”

“Help,” he gasps into the receiver, curling in on himself and trying to stay quiet, hearing loud thuds og guys also jumping across rooftops to follow him. He started a great trend. He hopes some of them fall. “Bad guys, guns, lion. Help.”

“Sorry sir,” the lady on the end apologizes, voice cheery like she’s asking for his Starbucks order. “What is your location?”

“Don’t know.” He peeks up over the vent. He’s no longer alone on his roof. “Roof, New York. Gotta go.” He shoves his phone back in his bag, slings a strap over his shoulder and starts running. He should really get into shape. And make a note on his phone to never roof jump again. It hurt.

His bag slips from his shoulder when he jumps.

He continues to run. He’ll worry about the scolding he’ll get later. And his probably broken phone. This might actually be how he dies.

Snagging the lip of the raised edge, he misses the next jump. He literally trips over the edge and misses the jump. He’d be a great hero.

Apparently, he would because eh crashes onto the fire escape of the next building. Hallelujah. He lifts the window and leaps in, slamming it behind him and waiting with bated breath.

He watches the edge of the building he fell from. Simultaneously thanking his lucky stars and waiting for his pursuers to catch up. A flash of fabric swooshes over the edge, and muffled fighting. He’s hoping that a hero showed up, or a vigilante. Either way, no one else jumps off that edge, so he figures that he’s safe. Aside from the scolding and likely future hospital visit, that is.

“Hey Kaden,” he mutters to himself, “let's not do that ever again.”

*****

This is my first caffiene challenge!! It was fun and kinda stressful, as I had no idea where I was going with this. But it was fun. And not totally horrible, maybe, which is better then I thought it’d be. Done in only an hour + however long I had to fight with tumblr for it to cooperate and copy over correctly.

#caffeine challenge #my writing #hero kaden #sorta #writing challenge #hero world

[nikki-fucking-sixx]

Together Without You: Chapter One

A/N: Hi everybody! I’m attempting a chaptered story, let me know what you all think.

Well fuck, of course this is happening to you. You stare down at the pregnancy test that undeniably reads the most terrifying word in the human language, positive. You get off the toilet and drop it into the sink. This has got to be a mistake. You take another test and you get the same tragic result, positive. This time, you take the pee riddled stick and chuck it at the wall. You were ready to break something. Anything that would smash into one million pieces.

It makes sense that the one night you decide to let loose after months of nothingness immediately turns into a garbage fire. You had spent weeks studying for exams and working at the bar; life just seemed to have gotten away from you. You didn’t feel like a 21-year-old anymore, you felt like an old lady who only seemed to be focused on her career and getting a large collection of cats. So, you decided to take this mundane lifestyle in a completely destructive direction. Even though you were phasing in and out of a blackout that Friday night last month, the events that led to your accident are perfectly clear. 

Your roommate saw your weeks of agony over every detail of your life. She saw you sitting for hours staring at your textbook. When you weren’t doing that you were waitressing. You were sitting in your living room rewriting notes when Maria finally got home.

“So what hour of studying is this?” She walked into the kitchen, ready to pour herself a cup of coffee. The pot was empty.

“Five,” You took a sip of your coffee, “I have a giant accounting exam on Wednesday that I don’t know anything for.” You heard Maria laugh as she sat down next to you.

“After five hours of studying you should know something.” You shook your head, eyes not leaving your notes.

“Nope. Nothing. I’m going to fail.” Maria placed her hand on the pencil in your hand. You took your eyes off the paper to see her smirking.

“(Y/N), I haven’t seen you unwind since last semester. It’s time to go out.” Your eyebrows furrowed at that and you looked away. 

“What even is there to do tonight?” Maria let out a small laugh.

“It’s a Friday night and I have an in at a party down on Sunset and you’re coming with me.” She started to pull you up but your body refused.

“No, Maria, I can’t,” You were weighted to the couch, “I’m working a double tomorrow and a night shift on Sunday. I’m way too busy.” She sighed and pulled your hand into her lap and gave it a squeeze.

“I’m not going to force you to go out, but please at least consider it?” You smiled at Maria, giving her hand a small squeeze back. 

“Fine, I’ll think about it but that doesn’t mean yes.” Maria smiled at you before walking towards her bedroom.

“Oh,” She stopped in her doorway, “You remember that guy Tommy I met the other day? It’s at his place. Apparently, he’s in a band. They’re starting to get kinda big.” You nodded as you started to let your eyes wander back toward your note-taking. 

“I know how you love the starving artist type, Maria.” At that, you were back in your work, but not fully focused. You’re not going to lie, that did sound fun. And this exam was not until Wednesday… You let your eyes leave your textbook and begin to finally shut it. Fuck it. You were going out tonight.

Hours later you found yourself in a house party unlike any that you have ever encountered. You were not exaggerating when you said that there were wall to wall people, high and drunk on whatever they could get their hands on. You leaned against the wall at the farthest corner from the actual party. You were lightly sipping on a beer as you saw chaos ensue. You watched as a tall, long-haired man did a line off of Maria’s tits and took a sigh. This really was not your scene. There must have been something wrong with you. How could you be at a party as crazy as this and just feel no need to party? You chugged the rest of your beer, threw it on the ground and walked to the bathroom. You got in and slammed the door shut before walking over to the mirror. You stared at yourself, wondering why the fuck you were here. You should be home getting ready for your exam. This was no place for you. You felt a lump begin to form in your throat as you looked at yourself. It did not look like you. The makeup, the clothes, the hair, this was not you. A tear fell and hit the countertop. You felt like the stupidest person ever. That was, until you heard the door slam open and a tall man with dark hair stumbled in. 

“Oh hey… didn’t know someone was in here…” Now you felt like the second stupidest person ever. You wiped away a tear.

“The door was closed.” He snickered.

“Well let’s just call this whole thing fucked,” He took a swig on the whiskey in his hand, “What are you even doing in here?”

“None of your fucking business.” He was getting on your nerves.

“Shit, she bites,” He feigns shock and fear, mocking you, “Don’t need to act like a bitch.”

“I’m not a bitch, everyone is just pissing me off, including you.” You were beginning to get belligerent at this drunk man for no reason.

“This is my party and you can leave if you’re going to disrespect me.” He did seem to be getting actually mad. You could tell by his grip tightening on his bottle. 

“Good, I don’t even wanna be here. It’s lame anyway.” You were lying about the lame part, it did seem pretty fun, but just not at all for you. You weren’t a cocaine-snorting bimbo type. 

“Then get the hell out!” He pointed at the door, waiting for you to leave, but your feet were stuck. You wanted to get a reaction from this man. Feel some kind of adrenaline. 

“No.” You stood your ground, “I like this bathroom now. It’s mine.” Even your attempt to come off intimidating was odd, even a little funny. He thought so too, raising an eyebrow at you in confusion. 

“Fine, then you won’t mind if I do this,” At that he pulled a small baggie of white powder out of his back pocket, emptied it out into a neat line on the counter and stared at his masterpiece. “Would you?” You stared at the white line on the counter, unsure of how to proceed. He stared at you staring, amused. He took a dollar bill out of his pocket and began to roll it up, ready to sniff up the contents. You crossed your arms and faced him.

“No, not at all,” You motioned at him to go ahead. At that, he leaned his head down and began snorting up the coke. He lifted his head up afterward and let out a sigh of ecstasy. He then emptied another line out on the counter.

“Your turn.” Your eyes widen slightly. You had never done this. He handed the bill to you. Fuck it, tonight couldn’t get weirder. You snort up the contents and your teeth immediately began to feel sore and your face felt smacked. 

“Shit.” He laughed before taking a swig of his whiskey. 

“First time?” You nod your head, putting your hand against your forehead. He got a little closer to you and you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. His hair was long and covered his eyes, but you could still see them and they were beautiful. You felt a blush on your cheeks. He noticed it.

“I want to go dancing now.” You blurted out. He smirked, taking your hand and leading you outside to where music was blasting from the stereo. Couples were messily dancing upon each other, letting their bodies leave no space for each other. You put your arms on his shoulders and his hands found their way to your hips, pulling you close. Your vision began to blur and tunnel and all you could see were his glossy hazel eyes. You rested your head against his chest, feeling peace for the first time in this crowded room. You felt his lips rest against your ear. 

“Who even are you?” You look back up at him.

“Not important.” One of his hands trail up to your chin and pull your vision up to his.

“Tell me.” You didn’t want to answer, you just wanted to kiss him. You got on your toes and kissed him. His lips were soft despite the hard exterior of him. Your hands went to his cheeks, letting them rest there. You pulled away first.

“No,” You smirked, “Because you’re never going to see me again after tonight.”

“Why’s that?” His forehead was on yours.

“Because we’re going to fuck and I am going to go home and go on with my life and you will go on with yours,” He bit his lip, “What do you think.”

“Follow me.” You took his hand and stumbled off down the first hallway you see. You had no idea where you were going but you knew you’d find where you wanted to go. You opened up a door and found a messy bedroom. He pushed you into the room and shut the door. You dropped yourself onto the bed and beckoned him over. He rushed to you and pressed his lips to yours, letting them tell you exactly how he wanted you. Quickly, the two of you were naked and you could not keep your hands off of him. Before he could touch you how you wanted to, he leaned down to you, whispering, “I’m Nikki by the way.” You giggled.

“Why are you telling me this?” He lets his lips connect to yours before pulling away.

“So you can scream my name all night long,” You spent all night in that bed with him. Hours in his arms letting him do whatever the hell he wanted to you. And you loved every minute of it. 

You woke up to the sunlight smacking you right in the face. The nausea immediately hit you as you came into consciousness. You groaned and rolled over to see Nikki passed out right beside you. You smiled at him as you just watch him sleep. He truly looked peaceful, serene, something you had a feeling he rarely felt. As your eyes wandered across his body until you noticed something that may not have been as apparent last night in your intoxicated state, track marks. They were light, but present on his arms. Your smile immediately fell. You had to get out of here. God, this whole night was a fucking mistake. 

You sat up slowly and lightly pushed yourself off the mattress. You found your clothes scattered across the floor, threw them on, and tiptoed out. Once you shut the door, you leaned against it. What was wrong with you? How could you sleep with a junkie? You stared blankly at the wall across from you, letting thoughts pass through your head. One thought seemed to stay in your head that you did not want there: he was handsome. And dark. And mysterious. A night you probably would never forget. And in that moment, you smiled to yourself before wandering out of the house and back home.

Now, here you were, sitting on the floor of your bathroom, examining about five pee ridden sticks. You truly have no idea what to do now, that was, until your alarm clock went off. You are late for work. You fling yourself off the ground, throw on some sort of outfit before running out of your apartment. 

You get to work about fifteen minutes late. You throw on your apron, clock in, and begin making your rounds table to table, asking what drinks your patrons would like. Even as the drink orders are being told to you, you cannot focus. Your brain is stuck on the little human growing in your stomach. What are you going to do? Are you going to be a Mom now? Are you even ready to be a Mom? What about school? Also who the fuck even is the guy? You lean against the bar, letting your mind wander around to who he could be. All you know is that he is a hot druggie. Great, that is not much to work with. You let out a sigh as you notice a group of men take a seat at a booth in the corner, right in your section. You do not want to work right now, this is the last thing you need to fixate on. Regardless, you grab your notepad, put on a faux smile and walk over to the men. Your eyes are on your notepad as you greet them. 

“Hello gentlemen, what would you all like to order?” 

“Well, shit.” You recognize that voice. Your eyes wander to where the voice was and there he is, Nikki. 

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx fanfiction #nikki sixx one shot #nikki sixx fan fic #nikki sixx imagine #Motley Crue #The Dirt #The Dirt 2019 #Tommy Lee #Vince Neil #Mick Mars #glam rock #rock #80s #80s music #Douglas Booth #douglas booth imagine

[headoverhiddles]

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You, your boyfriend Brian, and his best friend Jeordie are forced by lack of finances to share a hotel room one night while Brian's band performs in Miami Beach. You two have to be quiet not to wake Jeordie...

Notes: Set during Spooky Kids era!! Partially inspired by this video. **Twiggy wasn't a part of the band at this point in time, but fuck it. I wanted to include him.

July 17, 1992.

"I've got... thirteen dollars."

Everyone (aka you, Brian and Jeordie) is sitting around in a circle on Jeordie's messy living room floor.

You and your boyfriend look over to the bassist.

"Thirteen?" Brian sputters, "You stupid fucker, you had 500 dollars last night. Where the hell'd all that go, up your ass?"

Jeordie picks at a hangnail. "Hookers and blow." He begins to pat his leg, drumming a beat. "We should make that a song..."

"We have better things to sing about than hookers and blow," Brian snaps.

"I don't know, I think it'd go with your whole theme," you tease, resting your head on his shoulder. Brian glances down, gaze softening fondly as his fingers thread with yours.

"Yeah, says the girl who probably encouraged him to burn our valuable hotel money on dumb shit last night."

You giggle. "I promise, I had nothing to do with it. Besides, I was with you last night, remember?" Brian smirks, recalling the record you two set.

"Yeah. I remember making you come a bunch of times. What was the challenge again?"

"I dared you to make me come more times than my vibrator could in one night."

"Mmm, and did I pass?"

"With flying colours."

Jeordie whistles, then tries to flip one of the coins from the pooling pile on the floor. It pings off something then disappears into the pit that is his studio apartment.

"Twelve seventy five," Jeordie corrects, staring sadly behind him at the lost quarter. Brian shakes his head, scratching through his hair.

"Jesus Christ, what are we gonna do?! This is a huge stop on the tour. Daisy, Pogo, and Sarah are already there, and the Spooky Kids can't afford to cancel this show because we're... fuckin broke hobos!"

"I'm not a hobo..." Jeordie whispers, watching an ant crawl across his toe. Brian scrapes up some bills to count again, painted fingernails a blur as he shells them out. You count your own too, nodding.

"Okay. I've got 210. Together with your 600... we should have enough for airfare and hotel room, for one night."

Jeordie gives a punched out snort-laugh, staring at the ceiling like it's about to cave in. "Yeah, for one shared room between the three of us."

You and Brian look at each other, shrugging. Jeordie hesitates, then looks at you two in distress.

"Awww."

So, the next day, after successfully making it to the next stop on the Spooky Kids' tour by way of crappy budget airline, you get to the hotel to check in before the show. It's not awful-- it's a pretty good motel, at least.

"I can't wait til we can afford a tour bus," Brian growls miserably, flopping down on one of the double beds. It shoots his lanky body up four feet off the bed as the overly-loaded springs catapult him, and you double over with laughter. Though he looks ready to murder, your laugh is infectious, and Brian starts to chuckle too.

"What the fuck is this?" He goes on, picking up a towel folded into a swan. He turns it around, and pretends to stick his dick into it, humping it as he waddles around the room.

"It's a swan," Jeordie smiles, face smushed into his own bed opposite yours, "I requested the towels be made into pretty swans for us."

"Yeah?" Brian discards the towel in a heap. " Did you also request little chocolates be left on our pillow every night, princess?"

"Dammit. I knew I forgot something."

"Why did we let Jeordie book this?" you groan. "We all know I'm the responsible mom here."

"I beg to differ," Brian says, crawling over top of you and securing his stringbean limbs around you like a giant spider. "I'm more of a mom than you." You giggle.

"Says the man who just pretended to fuck a towel swan."

"What do you mean pretended? That slutty motherfucker's got my jizz all over him, he was begging for it." Brian grins, collapsing on top of you, and you shriek as he attacks you with kisses.

"Go put your makeup on, or you'll be late getting on stage! Then nobody'll ever know who the Spooky Kids are, and your career will never take off, all because you wanted to fuck your girlfriend. Again."

"I'll just tell the bouncers we were busy with hookers and blow, like proper rockstars," Brian murmurs, sucking a hicky into your neck. "They'll buy anything people like us feed em."

"Hookers and blow?" Jeordie perks up, turning to you two.

"No," you and your boyfriend both say at the same time.

Brian does his makeup with a little help from you, and Jeordie does as well. Brian's lower face is covered in red lipstick, and he’s got his striped pink and black leggings on, with an unbuttoned vest and a cat in the hat top hat on his head, long hair brushed out and down to his waist. Jeordie's got one of his green ragdoll dresses on, dreads done up in pigtails.

You three meet up with the other band members, all dressed and ready for the show as well, and you can immediately tell Brian is slipping into his stage persona when he tells the bouncer to go fuck himself on a butcher knife after being asked for ID. (You display the IDs you've got in your purse with many apologies after your boyfriend and his delinquent band waltz in like they own the place, despite the fact that they're only the opening act.)

You stand in the front row of the make-do mosh pit of the dive bar, all big smiles and support. Despite what your family warns you, you have the utmost faith in Brian and his aspirations, and even though he's got an absolute clusterfuck of personalities making up the band behind him, it's a wild wonder of a musical act, and you just know the five of them are gonna go places someday.

"Good evening, all you crazy motherfuckers here in Miami Beach," Brian points out to the crowd, "Let's fuck shit up!" Their opener, Thrift, leads to Lucy In The Sky With Demons, then eventually to everyone's apparent favourite, if the cheering is any guage-- Lunchbox. You like that song too, bouncing around and screaming for it like one of the fans for the night. Brian keeps looking at you, and halfway through the song, he pulls you up on stage, obscenely groping his hands all over your breasts and sucking on them through your bra. You don't mind-- you make a show of moaning, squeezing them together, until you eventually slap him off, wag your finger, and slip back into the crowd, to the laughter and heckles from the crowd.

The show goes later than expected due to the enthusiasm of the crowd. After the show, everyone hung around the bar for a bit too, drinking a couple beers and doing a few lines of coke to mingle with any ego-stroking fans or labels that may have been scouting. 

The guys are still all riding the high of the adrenaline and drugs, but it's 3 in the morning now, and since you three have not only one shared suitcase and one shared hotel room but one shared brain cell as well, you all decided it would be a good idea to book a 7 am flight home.

Well. Blame it on it being the most affordable return time.

Once you get back to the room, some Judas Priest is cranked on the tinny room radio because "fuck the other hotel guests, I'm Marilyn Manson", and the air guitars are broken out.

Brian inspects himself in the mirror, making Herculean poses and sticking his tongue out grotesquely, checking for warts or something. He pinches his nipples, scratching down his pale torso.

"I need more tattoos."

"The ones you have now are rad," you mention, kicking off your shoes, "But a few more would make you look even more badass."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I already wouldn't want to fuck with you. More tattoos? I'd be terrified."

"I thought you were already terrified. You scream every time you see my cock."

"That's cause it's so big..." You playfully lick your lips.

"Yeah? You wanna suck it?" Brian unzips his pants. "Wanna suck on it, baby?"

"I wanna get into bed, is what I want to do," you yawn, peeling your top off and tossing it at Jeordie. Jeordie catches it and dutifully slingshots it into your great big shared suitcase. The neighboring hotel room tenants bang on the wall, mumbling something bitterly incoherent about turning the music down.

"I will kick down your door and skullfuck you, you entitled asshole!" Brian shouts back. The pounding stops abruptly, and you question how you haven't been arrested yet.

"Seriously, I think it's time for bed though," Jeordie mumbles, crawling under his covers like an elderly cat. He jumps and frowns at something on the wall, something you're glad you can't see. 

"Fine, grandpa," Brian rolls his eyes, and kills the volume on the rock station.

Five minutes later, you come out of the bathroom in one of Brian's oversized Black Sabbath T-shirts, and run a hand through your hair, walking over to get into bed with Brian. He's still scrubbing some of the eyeliner at the sink, and you beckon him. 

"Come here. I wanna cuddle."

Brian grunts, and rubs his face once more, walking over to the door naked save for his boxer briefs to make doubly sure it's locked.

"Only space for three psychos in this room," he says, then does a barrel roll into bed, sweeping the covers over you both. The light is turned out, and Brian snuggles into you from behind, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"Bri," you whisper. He hums into your hair.

"Yeah."

You flip around to face him, your noses touching. He blinks, and you bite your lip, reaching under the covers. He bites back a moan, and you lean in to whisper. 

"I'm wet for you."

Brian immediately looks over, and tosses a pillow at his best friend's head. "Hey Jeordie, fuck off for the night."

"What? No! I'm... trying to sleep..."

"The one night he decides not to get shitfaced and wander the streets," Brian sighs.

"It's no fun to do that yourself," Jeordie mopes. "Actually, that's not true. I'm just tired." 

"Fuck," Brian mutters. You two let a few seconds go by.

"Is he asleep?" you whisper.

"I think so," Brian mumbles back, then gasps as you cup him again through his underwear, reaching in with the other hand to wrap around his half-hard dick.

"(y/n), I gotta be in you," he hisses, "Fast." 

"Just... shhh..." you giggle, and he bites his lower lip, rolling on top of you under the covers. His long raven hair curtains around you, and he reaches down to pull his dick out. You wiggle your hips excitedly, holding onto his forearms, and he takes a condom off the bedside table, rolling it on. He winces at the contact, the touch of his own hand to get the rubber on enough to make him harden even more. He moans, finally pushing into you.

"O-oh..." you try to keep your voice down to a squeak. "Bri... Bri, Bri, Brian, fuck... I love your cock..."

"Call me Marilyn," he whispers.

"Hmm?"

"Call me Marilyn, I wanna hear you say it," he grunts, rocking his hips in again. He holds your wrists together above your head as his thrusts get deeper.

"God, please... fuck me harder, Marilyn," you breathe softly. His pace increases, both of you still attempting to be quiet so as not to wake your partner.

"Yeah... yeah, yeah," he whispers, "Fuck yeah, baby. You're so good for me. God, oh..."

Your eyes roll back as you smile in bliss, feeling your hands down your boyfriend's back as he does his best to make you come not in record quantity tonight, but record time.

"That feel good?"

"Uh huh..."

"Your pussy feel good now? Nice and full?"

"Yeah, oh my god. Mar... Marilyn..." You feel your orgasm coming, so you hook your feet just above his ass and smirk, thinking of something you know will do the trick. It may be dumb, but it's bound to work.

"It feels so fucking amazing getting fucked by the antichrist."

He buries his face beside your shoulder as his hips stutter, and you can feel him finish inside the condom, thrusting his hips erratically and quickly as he milks it. Each thrust is taking you closer, and you two breathe and pant together as Brian holds you, making you come with wave after wave of a gorgeous climax.

"Ah, fuck that was good," you breathe. Brian rolls off of you, depositing the condom and tucking it under his pillow. You wrinkle your nose. “Ew, man.”

"It'll make housekeeping smile. She can sell it on eBay, make more than we earn in a tour. Or she can jam it up inside her and call us for child support."

You giggle, and slap his chest lightly. He kisses you, and settles comfortably down beside you again, slipping his arms underneath yours.

"Do you think Jeordie's still asleep?" you whisper, stifling a laugh. Suddenly, a clear voice rings out. 

"If you two loud assholes think I slept through that, then you must think I'm fucking deaf," Jeordie blurts. "Assholes."

Brian starts laughing, even as his friend keeps calling him an asshole. "You're next," Brian teases, and Jeordie sighs.

"Leave me alone and let me sleep."

"Get the lube, (y/n), it's Jeordie's turn to be violated by the dirty man who broke into this hotel room, aka me."

"Fuck off!"

"Fine, fuck you, more dick for (y/n)," Brian grins, and you smile, holding him to you.

You listen to the white noise of the deteriorating air conditioner. The rhythmic rising and falling of his chest tells you he's passed out behind you, dreaming and adorable with his face pressed into the back of your neck.

You glance behind you. "Jeord, babe? Sorry for keeping you up. Really."

Jeordie just smiles. "Honestly, I was listening the whole time to see what his secret is. How do you make someone come that much? It's insane."

You giggle into the pillow, and Brian wakes up long enough to croak: "Cause I am the God of Fuck."

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[prorevenge]

You want to mug me? Enjoy the wheel chair and permanent brain damage.

Okay, to preface this entire fucked up story, this all took place 30 years ago. My memory is not that great, and I might get some things wrong. Also, I go into some graphic details, you have been warned. TL;DR at the end.

In 1989 I was a 19 year old kid living in NYC. I was working as a delivery guy at a dingy hole-in-the-wall pizza place in Hell's Kitchen that's long since gone out of business, and living paycheck to paycheck. I had moved to New York looking for work after my uncle's construction company went under, and had found a tiny shit hole of an apartment which was the only thing I could afford on the salary I got from the pizza place. The only reason I took the job was I needed money and it was extremely close to my apartment, only a short walk down a back alley (hint hint, the alley is important).

I want you all to keep in mind while reading this, the New York of 30 years ago was not the touristy New York of today. Murders were a lot more common, you would see hookers working the corner pretty often, Times Square was a cesspool of nudey-bars and porn theaters, gangs would rob people on the subway, and it was almost every day where I lived that you would see a druggie passed out in an alley or along the side of the road.

The whole ordeal started just after closing one night in July. The guy who owned the joint, Paulo, said that I could take some leftover pizza home with me that had been sitting under the heat lamp all day, but hey, at least it was free. I had been working at the pizza place for about a year by this point, and I was on really good terms with Paulo and his brother Joseph who both ran the joint. Paulo was easily pushing 300 pounds and had a habit of smoking a giant cigar while cooking. Joseph was always in the back handling the money side of things and taking phone orders. The restaurant had an exit into the alley which I would take to get back to my place. There would usually be a homeless vet named Alfonso that would sleep next to the hot air vent behind the place who would bum a smoke off me and we would shoot the shit for a few minutes after my shift. After talking with him I started to walk home, and after I had gotten quite a distance away down the alley I heard some bottles rustling behind a dumpster that was right ahead of me. My first thought was it was some rats, until this crazy-eyed dude swung out from behind it with a hunting knife in one hand and a metal bat in the other.

I remember this guy looked like your stereotypical druggie, track marks all over his arms, disgusting clothes on, wild dirty hair, and fidgeting like no tomorrow. He started yelling and half screaming at me to give him my wallet. At that point my adrenaline was through the roof as I had never been mugged before. I was carrying the pizza box with two hands, and when I shifted it to my left hand to reach into my back pocket for my wallet with my right, he started advancing on me. He started muttering to himself asking why I was doing that and sort of grunting while jabbing at the air in front of him. At this point I know this guy is high off his ass on something or a definite head case.

He was really close to me by this point, and before I could take my wallet out he loaded up his right arm and slashed me across my face with the hunting knife just below my left eye. At first it didn't really hit me, and I was stunned for a second. It was at that point I started thinking, "this is it, I'm gonna die in a fucking alley over the 4 bucks I have in my wallet". That's when I decided to start fighting, if I was going down, I was doing it swinging.

I threw the pizza box in his face which made him step back a little bit, and using both hands I grabbed the bat out of his left hand that he was still holding. I flipped it around, and aimed for the outside of his left knee which was the one closest to me. It connected and I heard a snap when it buckled inwards. This brought him to one knee, but he started to get back up again like he couldn't even feel it. I swung as hard as I could and hit the left side of his temple which made a crunch sound before he crumpled to the concrete.

I remember being so incredibly scared, absolutely terrified. I don't remember much after this. Years after this happened when I went to see a psychiatrist for other reasons and this was brought up, and she told me it is likely because my mind was trying to shield me from the trauma of the whole experience. The next thing I remember is being soaked in blood and standing above this guy. I knew he was still alive, as he was gurgling blood out of his mouth and his chest was still rising and falling. There was blood coming out of his ears, nose, and mouth. His right hand and arm that had been holding the knife was a mangled mess with fingers jutting out every which way while the knife was a good 4 feet away on the ground.

I dropped the bat and half stumbled, half walked back to the pizza place. Alfonso had heard the screaming and come to look. He told me that I had a glazed over look to me and I was almost entirely soaked in blood. He led me back to the pizza joint where Joseph started called the cops and Paulo grabbed a bottle of cheap Prosecco we had from below the counter to douse my slash with while stemming the bleeding with table napkins.

I spent the night in the hospital because apparently I was disorientated and so confused I didn't know where I was because of blood loss. The next day I was doing better, and there were two cops that came to take my statement. After I had told my side of the story the older looking of the two cops said that after 10 years on the job that guy took the worst beating he'd seen anyone take and survive. The younger looking one started telling me what I had done to the guy which included: severed knee ligaments, broken and dislocated fingers, broken ribs which had punctured a lung, a broken femur, multiple crushed and pulverized bones, a severed spinal cord with a couple broken vertebrae, a burst ear drum, multiple teeth knocked out, completely fractured jaw, a broken nose, a burst eye, a destroyed eye socket, and a completely destroyed cheek bone. He also told me that I had hit his skull so hard there was spinal fluid leaking out of his ears.

They said that they had spoken to Alfonso, Paulo and Joseph, and they corroborated my story that the bat was the junkie's and I had most likely acted in self defense. Although I had no answer to their question of why didn't I stop after he went down besides "I don't know" and "I don't remember". After a couple days I was discharged and after just a little while I was back to working at the pizza place. Although I now had a massive scar running down the side of my face and Paulo jokingly called me scarface all the time. Even now I jokingly say to my wife before sexy time "say hello to my little friend" which we still giggle maniacally about together. I was also super jumpy right after the fact whenever I heard bottles clanging together, which unfortunately happened a lot because Joseph used to take the empty coke bottles to the recycling plant at the end of every week.

What made me tell this story here is that recently I thought about how much of the junkie's blood might have gotten in my mouth or in the slash across my face. At the time it happened the whole HIV/AIDS panic was in full swing, and the guy being a junkie instantly made me realize how much shit I could be in. If I was infected without knowing it I could have passed it onto my wife or even my children by accident. After quite the panic between me and my wife because of overlooking this we got the blood results back just a bit ago and thankfully I'm completely clean. My doctor said that if I was infected back then symptoms would have likely manifested by now as well.

So there, that is my incredibly long winded story about one of the scariest events in my life, and the resurgent panic it brought up just a bit ago. I would be happy to answer any questions you have about it, but I'm taking a flight for work in a bit so you probably won't get a response from me for a few hours.

TL;DR: Used to work at a dingy pizza place, was slashed across the face by a mugger, beat him half to death, got a cool scar, and 30 years after the fact had a panic that I might have gotten HIV.

(source) story by (/u/Squalkinsaid1)

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[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S.T. REWRITE - S2:E2; Chapter Two, Trick or Treat, Freak - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

After Will sees something terrible on trick-or-treat night, Mike wonders whether Eleven’s still out there. Tensions grow between Y/n and Mike as does their concern for Will.

A//N: This chapter is slightly different cause I realized I'm a complete Doof™, and I had Max and reader meet twice. It had been so long since I wrote MADMAX, that I forgot they met in the arcade lol. So if you've read this before, the scene in the hallway is different.

||Reader's POV||

"Well, good new is, this is only slightly humiliating," I mumble.

I was doing the best I could to shrink back and be as hard to notice as possible, even though I know it's a lost cause.

Unfortunately, the boys all had the same thought and I had been slowly pushed front in center.

"Oh, my God," Someone laughed.

I did my best to let the side comments and laughter slide off my back.

"Maybe its's not so bad," I tried.

"That's easy for you to say [Y/N], you're not in a proton pack and jumpsuit." Lucas said.

I winced. He did have a point, their costumes are a bit more obvious than mine.

"When do people make these decisions?" Dustin said.

I heard Will speak up behind me. "Everyone dressed up last year."

"Yeah! I mean, who are they to judge, he went as Frankenstein's monster last year, and no one laughed despite that being super played out." My anger was getting the best of me, and I made direct eye contact and let my voice rise as I uttered those last words.

The boy I had targeted, covered his laughs with a cough and grew silent fairly quickly. At least I shut someone up.

"It's a conspiracy, I'm telling you."

"Just be cool" Mike encouraged.

I took a deep breath in, and that's when we all heard some prick speak out. "Who you gonna call? The nerds!"

I had a million things I wanted to say to that kid but nevertheless I took another deep breath in. That's wen I felt a hand grab my own, and I knew it was Will. I gave his hand a light squeeze as a silent thank you and kept walking.

+++

...three to the right, four to the left.

I mindlessly repeat the combination in my head as I've done a thousand times before at this school and my locker opens once again. I let it swing open and I sigh. I pull the fake glasses off my head and fold them, putting them on the small shelf in the locker space. I reach forward and grab my textbook and notebook after scanning for them. It's then that I barely make out my brother's voice.

"...so you probably don't have any friends to take you trick-or-treating,"

I frown and look over to find them just down the hall. Talking to Max. Or, attempting to at least. I continue to exchange my things and get ready for the next class. Although, I can't help but wince when I hear him continue.

"and you're scared of bullies, so we were thinking that it would be okay if you come with us."

My eyes widened slightly, and I took that as my cue.

"'It'd be okay'?"

My eyes widened slightly and I took that as my cue to jump in. I closed my locker and quickly reset the dial.

"Yeah. Our party's a democracy, and the majority voted that you could come."

I quickly made my way over, my things held tightly against my chest. I smiled and spoke up.

"Hey guys," I chirped. I made eye contact with Max and I chose my words carefully. "How are you guys?"

I ignored the frantic and slightly confused looks Dustin and Lucas were desperately trying to send my way.

Max smiled knowingly at me.

"I'm good." And I knew, just like me, she had a double meaning to that.

She turned back to the guys and plastered on a fake smile.

"I didn't realize it was such an honor to go trick-or-treating with you." I couldn't help but smirk at that.

"Yeah, I mean, we know where to get the full-sized candy bars. We figured you'd want in."

Her eyes squinted ever so slightly. "That's presumptuous of you."

I stood there awkwardly before I recalled that Max and I had our next class together.

Desperately wanting to change the subject, I smiled and turned to her. She was already closing her locker.

"Wanna head to class?"

"Sure thing." She smiled, and the two of us walked away, leaving the boys a gaping mess.

I felt kinda bad for the guys, but at the same time, I hadn't realized how nice, and refreshing it was to have another female friend for once.

||3rd person POV||

Max felt a looming sense of dread knowing it was time to go home. Which meant another painful care ride with him. She hated even being around him, he made her life a living hell. As she skated across the parking lot, she knew he was gonna threaten her in some way for being late. She didn't feel bad though, of course.

"You're late again."

"Yeah, I had to get catch-up homework." She mumbled, opening the passenger door and climbing in.

"Jesus. I don't care. You're late again, and you're skating home. Do you hear me?"

+++

Max sits quietly, wishing with all of her might that the car ride could just be over. 

Billy, her older step-brother blasts the song Wango Tango as he drives, wrecklously down the road. He scoffs.

"God, this place is such a shithole."

Max thinks of the [Y/N], the only girl who had actually been nice to her, despite her own short temper. Her only real friend since moving here.

"It's not that bad,"

He looks at her, and she knows - she knew as soon as she said something, anything, Billy would find away to use that against her. And sure enough.

"No?" He said, angrily.

She watched as he reached for the window mechanism and rolled down her window. He watched smugly as she winced at the smell and harsh wave of cold crisp air. He took a deep breath, and pulled his nose.

"You smell that, Max? That's actually shit. Cow shit."

"I don't see any cows." She said, matter-of-factly, reaching over and rolling up the windows.

"Clearly, you haven't met the high-school girls."

Max's head threw itself back at the headrest at the comment. She felt her anger boiling up, but she tried to keep it down.

"So what, you like it here now?" He snapped.

"No," she said defensively.

"Then why are you defending it?"

"I'm not."

Max knew he was getting angry again. He knew his pattern by now and she knew he was already up to no good. He loved to corner her.

"Sure sounds like it," He said calmly.

Max hated it when he got calm like this. It always meant he was going to snap. Go too far. Her heart began to pound. She shook her head, tying to regain her composure.

"It's just we're stuck here, so..."

"Hmm. You're right. We're stuck here," She felt his head turn and his eyes zero in on her. "and whose fault is that?"

"yours."

His attention when back to the road. She couldn't help it, her anger was getting the best of her, and the answer came out in a weak whisper she prayed he didn't hear. But he did, and she knew 

he was going to do anything to make her pay.

He looked at her, then back at the road but then back at her. "What'd you say?"

Max felt like she was shrinking. "Nothing," She mumbled, quickly.

Billy got calm again. Her heart began to beat faster once more. "Did you say it's my fault?"

"No," she said quickly.

"You know whose fault it is."

She stayed quiet. Max knew anything she said would it would piss him off. Her words failed her.

"Say it,"

Her eyes began to burn, but she refused to cry. He always made her feel weak and powerless and she knew she might not be able to do anything now, but she sure as hell wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"Max..." He said lowly, drawing out her name. "Say it." He growled.

He whirled towards her in his seat, his face inches away from hers. His face was completely red as he screamed his throat raw. "Say it!"

She closed her eyes tried to ignore him. Even though she could feel his spit on her face, and his screams were loud enough to vibrate the car. She couldn't let him see how he got to her.

He returned to road, and reached for the volume dial, cranking it all the way up. His foot stomped on the gas and the car was suddenly going unnaturally fast. Billy threw his hands on wheel to every beat of the song.

She let him take it out on the car, grateful it wasn't her. But she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him anyway, right?

She was prepared to make it through the rest of the car ride, but her pounding heart stopped, her breath hitched and her eyes went wide when she saw four figures on their bikes in the middle of the road, not far up ahead.

"Billy, slow down." She said, quickly.

"Oh, these your new hick friends?" he asked, a scary gleam in his eye.

She quickly shook her head. "No! I don't know them."

"I guess you won't care if I hit 'em, then?"

Max knew Billy was crazy. He was out of his damn mind, but what terrified her most, was that she truly and honestly did not know if he was crazy enough to hit some kids with his car. She felt sick to her stomach, everything was going too fast and her heart began pounding faster and faster. 

"I get bonus points, I get 'em all in one go?" he asked excitedly.

The car was getting close and just like that, her fear was quickly replaced by anger and her adrenaline was pumping. She whirled herself around all the way to face her nasty scum of a step-brother and her voice was rising. "No, Billy, stop. It's not funny."

His body kept dancing, his head bobbing and hands drumming themselves against the steering wheel, but his head turned to her and his eyes were stone cold. He had no emotion in his face and it was enough to send a chill down her spine, but she knew now wasn't the time. He stomped on the gas pedal and the car roared.

Max wondered to herself why and how in the hell do these idiots not here this car and why the hell aren't they moving?!

She kept an eye on the road, the kids, the girl - [Y/N] - noticed the car coming first.

'Why the hell, aren't they moving?' she thought.

Max found her voice one more and screamed at the top her lungs. "Billy, come on, stop it. It's not funny. Stop!" The car got faster.

What she feared most was coming true. He snapped, and he might as well have been in trance cause he was laser focused, she was positive he hadn't even blinked, and she knew it didn't matter whether or not he had any intention of stopping. She couldn't afford to sit around and wait, they were only a few feet in front of them.

"Billy, stop it!"

With a racing heart, Max lunged forward, gripping the steering wheel and the car swerved to the left, just in the nick of time. 

Billy came to life and started shouting again. "Yeah! That was a close one, huh?"

He let out a wild and crazed laugh, and Max whipped around in her seat, peering out the back to see her classmates emerging form the leaves on the side of the road. She was unable to get a good look, the car was over the hill within seconds and they were out of sight. But she breathed a sigh of relief knowing they were alive.

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What I Want - BadBoy! Taehyung x Reader - Chapter 19 -Old Relationships and New Friendships

Synopsis:  You are an innocent, excitable new girl, moving all the way to Korea due to your dad’s new job. As you anxiously learn about the new world around you and how you’ll make your mark, you stumble into none other than bad boy Kim Taehyung and his band of six crazy friends. He seems to be bothered but you, something he doesn’t even understand. Will you be able to tolerate the shenanigans of Taehyung and his rowdy friends, or will you fall victim to his charms just like everyone else?

Featuring Jihyo and Dahyun (TWICE) as your friends, and BTS members as Taehyung’s group of friends.

Genre: Romance, BadBoy!V, BadBoy!BTS, High School Romance, Drama

Length: approx. 4.6k words

Disclaimer: This chapter shows scenes of domestic violence. Please read with caution.

Chapter 19 - Old Relationships and New Friendships

“Ji Seok, stop!” Hyuna shouted, stepping back into the living room. Ji Seok followed her, glaring. After stating that they needed to talk, he mentioned that he saw her with Taehyung an hour prior, talking and laughing as they shared cigarettes. He made sure to remind her how angry he got at that, and when Hyuna tried to defend herself as best as she could, he flew into a rage, throwing the beer bottle against the wall. The shattered contents fell to the floor, and the liquid itself splattered all over the wall. Hyuna was right by the wall, and when the sound of the beer bottle shattered, she jumped out of her seat and attempted to move away from Ji Seok. That was when he began approaching her, like a predator trying to corner their prey. “You’re acting crazy.”

           “Oh. Oh, I’m acting crazy?!” He asked. He punched the wall as he passed by it, making Hyuna covered her mouth to muffle a terrified shriek. When his bare fist retracted from the wall, a hole was left in its place. “I only act crazy because you know damn well how I feel when I see you with some other bum fuck of a guy! Especially…ESPECIALLY Kim Taehyung!”

           “I gave him a fucking cigarette and we smoked! Why do you always take this so seriously!?” Ji Seok finally got close to her and grabbed hold of her arm, yanking her close to him. “OW! Ji Seok!”

           “Kim Taehyung and his bitch of a girlfriend are the reason I ended up in a police station being questioned for a whole god damn night. I get out, with no call or any worry from you. How long were you even with him before I saw you outside?!” Hyuna tried to pull her wrist from his grasp, but he just yanked it tighter. “ANSWER ME.” He hissed.

           “I just ran into him then, I wasn’t even with him that long!” She whimpered as she felt the grasp on her wrist tighten. “You’re hurting me, let me go, Ji Seok!”

           “I’ll let you go when I’m fucking finished with you!” He said. “Another question. Where you happy I was locked up for a whole day? Is that why you didn’t call?” Hyuna kept trying to pry her wrist away, and it only angered Ji Seok even more. He yanked her arm down hard, not enough to break it but to put it at an angle where she groaned in pain. “HYUNA!”

           “Yes!” She glared. “I was fucking thrilled because you weren’t around to do shit like this to me!” Ji Seok snickered, finally releasing her arm. She rubbed it, letting out a few grunts and whimpers in pain as she backed away from him. Ji Seok looked at the end table beside the couch.

           “Shit like what?” he asked. “This?” He knocked on the plant that sat on top of it onto the floor. The contents shattered along the carpet and prevented a safe entry into the kitchen. “I can do a whole lot fucking worse if you want me too!” Hyuna hurried towards the bathroom, but Ji Seok caught her. He spun her around and balled up a fist, smirking as he threw a punch. Hyuna groaned, covering the throbbing eye as Ji Seok pulled back for just a moment. “You want me to show you worse?!”

           “Get the hell out of here!” Hyuna shouted. “I swear to God, I’ll call the fucking cops!”

           “Oh yeah? Do it! What did they do last time, huh? Fucking nothing. Because you’re a whore! They don’t believe whores!” He walked over and pinned her against the wall, grabbing hold of her chin. “Don’t tell me. Kim Taehyung is the one who’s encouraging this new defiant attitude, isn’t he?” He asked. “What a fucking prick, touching my property.”

           “I said get the fuck out of my apartment.” Hyuna cried out. She shoved Ji Seok away despite her throbbing wrist, using all the strength she had left. “Get out, I’m sick and tired of this shit! I never want to see you again, get out!”

           “Yeah. That’s definitely Kim Taehyung speaking. What, now that he’s all good and shit, you think one conversation with him can make you defy me? No, no, no, honey. That’s not how it works.”

           “We’re not even talking about Kim Taehyung anymore, we’re talking about you! We’re talking about how you’re a piece of shit and how I want you out of my apartment!” She shoved him again. And again. And again. He was by the door. She picked up his shoes and threw them at him. “Get out! Get out, get out, and get out!” Once they were by the entrance to the apartment, she managed to reach out and open the door.

           “You’re such a bitch!” He cried out. “Don’t think I’ll fucking forget this. Have fun, because next time I’ll break your fucking legs so you can’t run. Do you hear me?!” With one final shove, Hyuna slammed the door in Ji Seok’s face and quickly locked it, pressing herself up against it as she tried to catch her breath. She heard him kick the door a few times. She stepped back, hearing him grumble a few curse words before footsteps were heard heading down the street. While still being on an adrenaline high, she hurried to her room. Throwing open her drawers and flinging open her closet, she took out every single thing that was Ji Seok’s: every big tee shirt, every pack of cigarettes, every anniversary gift, everything that spoke Ji Seok’s name was ripped out of her room and stuffed into garbage bags. She was cursing, crying, shaking. Her head was throbbing as she yanked the trash bags closed. She picked them up and carried them into the main hall, opening the door and tossing them out the door. Slamming the door shut again, she slid down against it and covered her eye, groaning at how sensitive it was. She sat there in silence for what felt like forever before she stood up.

           “I need to clean the house before they get home…” she said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a broom and dustpan.

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           “Does this stuff look like it is good for a picnic?” Taehyung asked his friends, handing them the list that he had written. After meeting up with Hyuna and talking, he felt somewhat more confident. It surprised him that Hyuna of all people was someone he could find himself talking to about his problem…but it seemed as though Hyuna was a bit different than the last time they had crossed paths. He met up with the others, who were all studying together. The older boy’s entrance exams were only a month away, so cramming was something they did often. However, they did it somewhere that was free, allowing them to eat snacks, hang out, and keep the atmosphere relaxed with friends instead of tense with anxiety.

           “Lemme see,” Jin said, setting down his pencil as he took the paper from Taehyung. He looked it over. “Kimchi fried rice, scallion salad, beef bulgogi, cabbage rolls…” Jin glanced at Taehyung. “Do not tell me you plan on making all of this.” He said.

           “Well, that’s what came up when you look for the typical stuff to bring on a picnic.”

           “Yeah, if you’re feeding an entire sports team. That’s way too much for just the two of you.” Namjoon said, glancing over. “Just pick like two of those things and add some snacks.”

           “Cabbage rolls sounds delicious.” Jungkook hummed, smiling at the thought. “Make that. And the beef bulgogi.” Taehyung nodded, scribbling things down. “Are you going to bring desserts?”

           “I was thinking of making something simple. Brownies, maybe some kind of cookie. I dunno.”

           “Yeah, keep it simple.” Yoongi hummed. Taehyung sighed, looking at Jin.

           “Hyung, will you help me make everything?” he asked. Jin couldn’t help but smile.

           “I was waiting for you to ask.” He said. “Yes, of course I’ll help you.” Taehyung beamed. “But I’m not going all of the work. You’re going to make it too. She’s already tasted my cooking many times.” Taehyung nodded, a determined grin on his face. “When are you two meeting Saturday?”

           “I was thinking about 2?”

           “Come by early the morning. I’ll have everything prepared and we’ll get it all baked.”

           “Can I come too?” Jungkook asked curiously.

           “No. It’s just going to be us. If too many people come, Taehyung will be pushed out because he has barely any cooking skill.” Jin said simply, chuckling when Taehyung lowered his head on the table in defeat. Jimin leaned over and put a potato chip to Taehyung’s lips, which he took and ate. “7 a.m., be at my house.”

           “Okay.” He said. He glanced up, watching as Hoseok leaned towards Namjoon, a textbook in hand as he asked Namjoon to explain a problem. Jungkook was looking down at his work, scribbling away, focused expression on his face. Occasionally, he would stick his hand out and grab a chip or something, putting it in his mouth, but his eyes didn’t leave his work. Taehyung sat up straight, scratching his head as he reached into his bag. He pulled out some of his own work to do, the same thing Jimin was currently working on, which was Korean history, and scooted closer to him so they could work on it together. He wanted to be caught up with his assignments so that they were done by Saturday so that you both could enjoy your date without anything lingering in the back of your minds.

           You seemed to have the same idea, sitting in Jihyo’s living room with her as the two of you were doing homework. With Saturday only a few days away, you wanted your homework done and studying for the week completed.

           “What do you think Taehyung has planned for Saturday?” you asked. Jihyo rolled her eyes. “What’s with that face?” you asked curiously.

           “Nothing.” She said. “It’s just all you’re talking about.”

           “Oh sorry.” You mumbled, blushing in embarrassment. “I’m just excited. I love surprise dates.”

           “I know. And you can tell me all about it after it’s over.” She reached over and hit you over the head playfully with the end of her pencil. “You whined as Jihyo laughed a bit. “Can we finish studying? We’re almost done.”

           “Yeaaaaah.” You sighed, looking back down at your work. The two of you worked diligently from that point on, getting your studying and your work done. It was around 3 that afternoon when you cleaned up your stuff and set it aside. “With that done, I’m starving.” You stated, hearing your stomach rumble. You had worked through lunch. “Should we go out and get something to eat?”

           “Yeah. If you want to.” Jihyo said. “What do you want to get?”

           “Pizza sounds really good.” You said.

           “I agree.” So, with that set, the two of you got up and headed out. Jihyo called out to her mom that the two of you would be back later in the day, and headed out to a nearby pizzeria. It wasn’t too long of a walk, the two of you idly chatting about whatever came to mind as you headed down the street, around the corner, and into the marketplace of town. The pizzeria was somewhere you guys would frequent often, either after school with friends or with family on nights that your mom was too lazy to cook. It was pretty tasty, you had to admit. You took Taehyung here a few times, and the others too, to show them how good it was.

           The two of you ordered your pizza and sat down to eat at one of the tables. As you both ate, the bell at the front of the room rang, and you saw someone walk in. Glancing up, you saw it was Hyuna. She had on a baggy sweatshirt, leggings, and flats. Her hair was tugged up in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing glasses, even as she stepped inside.

           “Is that Hyuna?” you whispered to Jihyo, pointing in her direction. She glanced over, seeing Hyuna walk over to the counter and order.

           “Yeah. I think so. She looks different when she isn’t all glammed up.” She agreed. You watched her take her food and find a seat at the other end of the establishment, fixing her ponytail as she ate her slice silently. You were tempted to walk over to her and talk to her, but you figured that may not be a good idea. So, you simply turned around, allowing her to mind her own business as you continue with your food.

           You and Jihyo were at the pizzeria for about an hour total, between ordering, waiting, eating your food, and sitting down to chat for a few minutes while your food digested. Around 5, you both got up and made your way out, closing the door behind you. Just before you could make your trek home, the door to the pizzeria opened again, and you heard your name being called out. Turning your head, you saw Hyuna hurry up to you.

           “Hey…” she said. “Good thing I caught you before you left.” You saw her sigh, fixing her hair once again. “Can we talk?”

           “…What do you want to talk about?” You asked curiously. Hyuna bit her lip.

           “Just…we need to talk. Alone.” You glanced at Jihyo, who didn’t seem too comfortable with the idea.

           “I don’t know.” She said. “Where’s Ji Seok?” Hyuna scoffed.

           “I fucking dumped the bastard.” She said. “Trust me, I’m not trying to lure you to him or anything. I wouldn’t do that.” You noticed her put her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt. “Please.” Yes, you were hesitant to go with her. You had only met a handful of times, but those times were never pleasant. Either she was flirting with Taehyung, or you and she were exchanging rude words. But still…you sensed that the Hyuna from then and the Hyuna from now were a bit different. Maybe it was just the clothes, but you kind of wanted to hear her out.

           “I’ll come by afterward.” You said to Jihyo. She pursed her lips.

           “You sure?” She asked. Giving a nod, you looked back at Hyuna.

           “Lead the way~.” You said happily. Hyuna nodded, and the two of you headed down the street. Both of you walked in silence for a few moments, you waiting patiently for Hyuna to talk to you, while Hyuna seemed to think of what she was going to say and how. She dug her hand in her sweatshirt pocket again, pulling out a cigarette and lighter.

           “Do you mind if I smoke?” She asked curiously, putting the cigarette into her mouth. You sighed a bit, smiling.

           “Yeah, go ahead. I think I’ve gone nose blind to the smell from Taehyung.” Hyuna chuckled, lighting her cigarette as she took a drag.

           “I’m going to assume offering you one will be met with a big fat-.”

           “No.” You said in unison with her, the both of you, again, sharing a giggle between you. “Now, what did you want to talk to me about?”

           “Well.” She began. “I mainly just wanted to apologize for what I’ve done to you and Taheyung for the past few months.” She took another drag of her cigarette.

           “Oh.” You said. “Well thank you.” A smile formed on your lips. Then, you pursed your lips. “You said you and Ji Seok broke up. What happened?” Hyuna was silent for a moment, and her pace slowed until it stopped altogether. You stopped as well, turning to face her as she dropped her cigarette on the floor, stomping it out with her foot. She wasn’t even finished with it.

           “Well, this is one reason.” She said, taking off her sunglasses. Once the glasses were removed from her face, her left eye was exposed to be horribly bruised and mildly swollen. You gasped.

           “Hyuna, oh my God…” you gasped, covering your mouth. Her eyes fell to the floor as she put her glasses in her pocket. “He did this to you?”

           “Yeah.” She said softly. “I ran into Taehyung a few days ago and we got to talking. I apologized to him too. Little did I know that Ji Seok was spying on me since he got out of that interrogation the day they had that stupid fight.” You stepped closer, gently reaching out to take her hand. “Ah!” She hissed, yanking her hand back as she rubbed it. “Fuck.”

           “I’m sorry…” you said. You watched her pull her sleeve down, exposing a long path of bruises, old and new, decorated the parts of the skin you could see.

           “He got so pissed when he came to my apartment.” Hyuna sighed. “Good thing I kicked him out and threw this shit out with him,” she said. “I couldn’t take him anymore. I was dealing with his shit since I was like 14.” She chuckled. “God, I’m so stupid.”

           “No, you’re not.” You said quickly. “Ji Seok is dangerous and manipulative. Good for you for putting him in his place.” Hyuna smiled a bit.

           “I dunno. I thought I could handle things after a while. He wasn’t always bad. He had anger issues, he was a bad boy, but he had his good moments. But, for some reason, eventually, those good moments were few and far between. Instead, all I got was yelling and threats and suspicion. I’m sure he’s sleeping with tons of other girls, but god forbid I try and hit on someone else, right?” She chuckled. “Taehyung was an idiot, but lord helps me he never raised a hand to me. I should have never broken up with him.”

           “Did Ji Seok convince you to do that too?” You asked curiously. Hyuna nodded. She pulled out another cigarette and lit it up. “Jeez. I’m sorry you had to go through that all these years.”

           “Thanks.” She said. “But whatever, I’m over it now. I always told myself I would break up with him. Never did until now.” She glanced at you. “Feels kind of good.”

           “Good! You deserve to be with someone who treats you right!” You said. “…Except for Taehyung.” Both of you laughed.

           “I know, I know. He’s off-limits, I got the message.” She said. “But if you break up, I won’t lie, I’m calling rebound.” Again, you found yourself laughing.

           “You’re really funny when you’re not trying to hit on my boyfriend.” You said. Hyuna smiled. “I’m glad you apologized and opened up to me.” You reached out, taking her other hand and holding it tightly. “I hope we can start over and be friends.” Hyuna nodded, taking her bruised hand and enclosing it over your own.

           “Me too.” She said. “I’m glad you’re forgiving me so easily. Not going to lie, I was kind of worried. If some girl who kept trying to hit on my boyfriend tried to apologize, I think I’d laugh and chokeslam her into the pavement.”

           “Oh my God.” You chuckled, grinning a bit. “Well, I don’t have the strength to chokeslam anyone. Maybe I can get in a nice, hard kick or something if I really try.” You said, making Hyuna grin. “Also, if I was dating Ji Seok, I’d probably try to hit on anyone I could find too. So, in a way, I can’t blame you.” Hyuna nodded. “Why don’t you come back to my house?” you offered. “We can get you something to wrap your wrist up and make sure it doesn’t swell.”

           “You sure?” She asked. “Weren’t you hanging out with that other girl…what was it, Jihyo? I didn’t plan on taking up your entire day.”

           “Oh, she lives by me. I’ll invite her over and properly introduce you.” Flashing a bright smile, you nodded. “Okay~?” Hyuna blinked, nodding at you.

           “Yeah. Okay…” she said. You nodded, happily leading her down the street. You kept her hand on your own, staying close to her in hopes of keeping a safe and comforting air between the two of you. Once you got home, you called Jihyo over before wrapping Hyuna’s wrist up in an ace bandage and icing it to prevent swelling. When Jihyo arrived, you properly introduced both of them to each other, and they were a bit awkward when saying hello, but your optimistic attitude kept things from going sour. The three of you got to talking, and that awkward tension seemed to melt away over time, allowing for the seeds of a new friendship to blossom.

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           “You and Hyuna made up?” Taehyung asked, pressing his cell phone in between his ear and his shoulder. He was at Jungkook’s house, resting on the couch as Jungkook played Overwatch beside him. It was later in the evening now, and Jihyo and Hyuna had gone home a few hours ago. Once you were ready for bed, you called Taehyung up to check in on him.

           “Yeah. She told me about her and Ji Seok breaking up. I took her to my house and we got to talking. I’m really glad she apologized to me and we can start over.” Taehyung smiled. “Hopefully, things won’t be too awkward anymore.”

           “Yeah, hopefully.” He agreed. “You excited for Saturday?” he asked.

           “Can’t you tell me where we’re going? Maybe then I’ll be more excited.” You begged.

           “No way.” He huffed. “You’ll know when we get to where we’re going.” You whined a bit on the phone, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Awww, it’s only a few days away. It’ll be here soon. Trust me, I’m excited too.”

           “Okaaay.” You pouted. “I’m going to go to bed then. That way it’ll be one day closer.” Taehyung chuckled.

           “Alright. Goodnight.” He said. Jungkook leaned over and shouted hello to you over the phone before the two of you hung up and turned in for the night.

           Saturday finally showed itself, and you woke up early in hopes of finding the perfect outfit and looking your best. You took a shower, put some curls in your hair, and dug through your closet. Taehyung suggested she wear something comfortable, that this date was not a fancy one. That led you to choose a pair of overalls and a pink graphic tee shirt. You found a matching headband to put up your bangs and some pink flats. You were ready to go, spinning around in your mirror to get a good look at yourself. Suddenly, your mother called your name from downstairs.

           “Taehyung is here!” She shouted. You hurried downstairs as you saw your mother letting Taehyung in. He was in a white tee-shirt and a pair of jeans with sneakers. His hair was up in a headband as well. When he saw you come down the steps, he smiled.

           “Hey. Ready?” he asked. You nodded, hurrying towards him as you greeted each other with a kiss.            

           “Have fun you too. Be safe.” Your mother called as the two of you headed out the door.

           “So now will you tell me where we’re going?” you asked curiously. Taehyung shook his head, his hand clutched tightly in yours.

           “Nope. But I’ll give you a hint, we have to take a train to Seoul.” You pouted.

           “Awww, that’s it?” You asked. Taehyung smiled, and the two of you headed to the train station.            

           It took some travel time, but the two of you arrived in Seoul and made your way to a park. Naksan Park, to be exact. You walked through the beautiful park, seeing people walking the trails, running around with friends, or sitting and just enjoying the views that this gorgeous park had to offer.    

           “We’re pretty close,” Taehyung said, leading you down one of the trails. You kept close to him, looking around until he finally spoke.            

           “Okay, look.” You glanced over and your eyes sparkled. Before you were a red and white checkered blanket, laid underneath a big, beautiful tree. A picnic basket rested on it. “Remember when I said it was too cold in December to have a picnic? Well, it’s not cold now.”

           “Awwwww.” You hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek. “This is so cute! I absolutely love this!” You took his head and led him over to the blanket and both of you took a seat. As you sat, you heard footsteps fading away, and looked over, seeing what looked like Jimin and Hoseok booking it down one of the trails. You smiled, glancing at Taehyung.

           “They came just to make sure nobody touched the blanket while we got here. Jin-Hyung also brought the basket and set it all up for us.” Taehyung explained. He opened the basket and you peeked in. “He also helped me make everything.” You saw him pull out different food in little Tupperware’s, like the cabbage rolls and some beef bulgogi. There were some rice and some bottled waters.

           “You made this?” you asked curiously, taking some chopsticks.

           “No, no,” Taehyung said, opening his little Tupperware of beef bulgogi. “Jin-Hyung did. I helped.” You began laughing as you opened your mouth and took a bite of the bulgogi.

           “Mmmm!” You gasped. “That’s so good!” You smiled up at him. “I can tell you helped make it.”

           “Is that an insult?” he asked, and you shook your head with a giggle. You scooted closer to him, resting against him as you continued to eat your food.

           “It’s really good.” You assured. “You and Jin did a wonderful job.” Taehyung smiled a bit, leaning over to kiss your forehead. The two of you, snuggled up to each other, began to eat. “So what else do we have to eat?” You asked, reaching over and using your chopsticks to cut your cabbage roll in half, popping one half into it into your mouth. Taehyung hummed, setting down his chopsticks as he pulled the basket over.

           “Well-.” He began, glancing at the other half of the cabbage roll. “-I call that.” He opened the basket, pulling out another Tupperware of little brownies. “I wasn’t too sure what to make. Jin-Hyung suggested brownies are nice and simple.” You smiled a bit as he set them back down and picked up the other half of the cabbage roll, eating it. “Mmm, these are so frigging good.” He sighed.

           “I know, right?” You agreed. Taehyung glanced down at you as he swallowed his food. He watched you reach into your little plastic boxes of food, picking up some rice and some beef and putting them into your mouth, the corners of your lips pointing up in a little smile as you eagerly ate the food. Taehyung rested his head against you, taking a deep breath as he continued to eat.

           Jimin seemed to be right. I think this mood is helping. He thought to himself. Taehyung took another deep breath and sat up straight, setting down his food and turning to you.  

           “I need to talk to you.” He said. You blinked, swallowing your last bite of food as you looked up at him, setting your own food down as well and turning towards him.

           “Is everything okay?” you asked curiously.

           “Yeah. There’s just something I really want to tell you.” You felt your breath catch in your throat, and you smiled a bit, nodding. “Uhm…well…” He glanced towards the big tree beside you, before looking down at the basket of food, then back to you. “You know I’m not good at saying this kind of stuff…to anyone, not just you….”

           “I know.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile. Taehyung nodded. He felt a wave of confidence wash over him as he took your hands, giving a quick kiss to your knuckles.

           “Well, you see…I-.”

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Somewhere in Paradise

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction ~18+

Hello lovelies! I intended on this being just one part but I got carried away writing it so it’s going to be two parts if you happened to like it! On another note I’m still going to finish Beautiful Sinners if by chance someone was wondering! I just needed to get this story out of my head! Enjoy🌈

“We didn’t plan it and truth be told we didn’t even think this through. You told me to take a chance and live my own fairytale. I should’ve known from the moment I met you that you’d eventually sneak your way into mine.” -(Natalie Foster, Somewhere in Paradise)

My adrenaline was kicking in as my heart rate went as fast as a hummingbird’s.

“This is absolutely insane!”My voice rose in a high pitch as my thoughts came spilling out of my mouth.

I must have looked like a crazy person. I couldn’t hide the pure amount of fear and wonder on my face even though I knew I should have told him no from the very beginning. I held onto my journal, passport and airplane ticket for dear life while he awaited my answer. Sebastian’s proposition was certainly one that I have never been given by any man before. An yet there I was ready to make changes to my solo trip to Capri with a guy I’d recently just hit it off with in an airport lounge because our flight was delayed.

My nerves had easily gotten the better of me and I had a terrible habit of oversharing to people I don’t even know. Especially those with charming and charismatic personalities with a face to match. Never in a million years would I haved guessed that I would have found myself in such a unrealistically wild and daring situation like this one.

“What are the odds that you and I were headed to the same place and the exact hotel?” Sebastian flashed an equally alarming smile and I was convinced that in that moment we were both out of our minds and even way over heads.

“I call it dumb luck.” I say as I start to move my feet in the line that has already begun to move.

“No pretty sure they call this fate.”He said as I watched him sling his carry on bag across his chest. I searched his face worrying that I was I making a huge mistake and his expression would be the telltale sign that I needed. There was something about him that reeled me in from the moment he sat across from me. The time was running out to change my mind. I waited for that sign even of the smallest measurements to tell me that this was a huge mistake. I needed a punch to the gut to wake me up. Not only was I consumed with wanderlust but I also needed something to urge me away from him.

He leaned over to me, the air from his mouth tickling the side of my neck. “Breathe Natalie you look like you’re being forced to walk the plank.” Sebastian straightened back up turning his gaze forward.

I stifled out a laugh by how close the paralleled actions felt. “Do all of your pep talks consist of Disney themes?”

“Was I lying? Is a dream not a wish your heart makes?” He asked with a smirk forming on his mouth.

This man could very well have been a lunatic preying on a lone female traveler and I was the clueless woman following him aimlessly.

“Considering the fact our seats aren’t even together you can easily ditch me when the plane lands. I’ll find a way to cater to my wounded ego somehow.” Sebastian dragged his hand through his unkempt long brown hair. I could’ve watched him do that for hours.

“Then I will just be constantly looking over my shoulder wondering if you’re lurking in the shadows. Unfortunately for you now you’re technically stuck as my companion on this trip so that I know where you are at all times.” I chewed painfully on my lower lip, as I pondered over whatever the hell I just said.

Sebastian grinned. “As tempting as that sounds. I actually have some friends I do plan on catching up with.”

“Which makes it even scarier knowing you’ll be prowling in a pact!” My expression mocked my terrified exaggerations.

His eyebrows quickly flew up. “What if the roles are completely reversed and you end up stalking me?”

Touché .

“Nina and Alessio are a married couple in their sixties. They wouldn’t be up for it anyway.” Sebastian added.

At that point the only thing I had left to listen to was my conscience and even that told me to follow him to the end of the earth. I was alarmed by my own willingness. Where was Jiminy Cricket when I needed him? Shit. He was already rubbing off on me already and not in the way I would’ve imagined so quickly. If I had to choose I preferred the more R rated version of that hyperbole.

“Do you trust me?” He simply asked.

“Not really!” I choked out a laugh.

“Good.” His response was quick and I just knew that no matter what I decided in the end these next three weeks that slow sexy smile would find a way to wreck me.

As we entered the terminal I walked a few spaces in front of Sebastian. I looked back at him over my shoulder to see if he was still there.

His eyes grew earnest when our eyes met. “You’re not getting cold fins now, are you?”

“No princess Ariel I am not.” I said silently laughing to myself. He was without a doubt unlike most guys I’d ever met before. Sebastian was certainly out of the realms of my comfort zone. I had been questioning for this man’s sanity since the moment I met him. Seriously, who asks people they didn’t know to hang out with them in another county based on a whim? An yet there I was the one saying yes. My entire body sighed from disappointment at the thought of not giving this adventure a chance.I knew what was potentially at stake for me. For some odd reason I didn’t care.

“You keep mocking me, but you know where these lines are coming from.” His hand gently landed on my lower back to urge me forward, because I hadn’t realized I stopped moving and people were angrily piling behind us. I never realized I wanted anything more than for him to not remove his hand.

Sebastian kept his eyes locked on mine, as his head dipped towards me. I suddenly got the whiff of what was either his cologne or his natural fragrance. I just knew in that moment it took control of all my senses. He smelled like cashmere and vanilla. “Besides, life is too fucking short.” He let out a deep sigh and a wave of temporary sadness filled his eyes.

I nodded. “To die would be an awfully big adventure.” Throwing out my keen sense of knowledge for Disney as well. I wondered though when he did it, did he also feel like a giant dork or was it just me?

His face lit up as if on cue. “Mmm. I think you just might be my soulmate.”

ONE YEAR LATER

The melodious sound of birdsongs permeated around me mixed with the blended sound of chatter of tourist that I passed by. I was engulfed by the most serene and virtually indescribable surroundings once more. As I walked along the promenade with the sunlight warmly hitting my skin. I could smell the distant sea breeze filling me with a sense of nostalgia that brought me back to all those months ago.

I couldn’t believe time had rolled around so suddenly. It felt like it was just yesterday when I spent my first night here in paradise with Sebastian one year ago from today. When we had first arrived we went our separate ways to our rooms with not many words uttered between us. With the wave of the hand he disappeared through the lobby of the hotel and I awkwardly stood next to the elevator wondering if that was it.

Considering it was late over in the day I had made the executive decision to rest my body the first night and spend the rest of the next few weeks looking at every nook and cranny Capri had to offer. The moon was already shining through the opening of the window and I sat with my back against my bed facing out at the view. You would think the stars fell from the sky that night and landed into the sea. Trying my best to write the perfection description of what I was looking at. I was pulled from my trance when I heard rapid knocking on my door. I slowly climbed off of the bed knowing very well who it could’ve been.

“How did you know this was my room?” I asked with a sharpness laced in my voice.

“It took some very expensive bribery. ” Sebastian answered matter of factly. “Is that the greeting you always give?”

“Sebastian what are you doing here it’s late?”

“Saw you from the the balcony window thought I say hi.”

“I knew you were a stalker!” I wrapped my arms around my body to break the slight chill he was letting in. Or the goosebumps that was breaking out on my body from his sudden presence. I took him all in at once praying silently that he wasn’t some sort of crazed man, because holy shit.

His devil may care act was already driving me wild, but it was the way his shirt hugged his form tightly. Leaving a few of the buttons undone and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearm. I noticed Sebastian actually took the time to tame his mane. It was slicked back but long enough for it to have been tucked behind his ear.

“Ha-Ha.” He said dryly before clapping his hands together. “Get dressed we are going out.”

“Wow.” I mouthed trying to hold back my bemusement. “Do you usually just snap your fingers and women drop everything for you just like that?”

“I typically rub my genie lamp beforehand.” He replied with a perfectly straight face.

I was already insane to agreeing to hitching my wagon to his during my trip, but now that I found myself here the realization was slowly sinking in. Any normal person would’ve had a restraining order by now. “I was actually staying in for the night.” I told him.

He gave me a pointed stare and watched me for a few seconds like I was the most confusing thing in the world. “Doing?”

“Absolutely nothing!” I stated proudly. “Listen the flight exhausted me and I just wanted to rest before I finally see the sights.” I waved my hand around signaling that I was talking about what’s on the outside of the room and not the inside. Sebastian didn’t budge at my declaration.

“Tell me to leave and I’ll go willingly Natalie. Just remember it wasn’t that long ago when you and I both talked about what brought us here in the first place. Remember what made you decide to be here with me. It’s that simple.” He shoved his hands into his front pockets.

I open my mouth to say just that. To tell him to go our separate ways as planned, but I stopped myself. It was a huge sigh of exasperation that escaped from my mouth. Everything he was saying made complete sense. Sebastian was doing exactly what I asked him to do. He was just keeping up his end of the bargain. The reason I had randomly booked me a flight in short noticed and packed my suitcase two days prior was because I was tired of writing about others living wondrous lives that could only be found in the bindings of my books. I looked up from my journal for a split second and there he was. I wanted to burn the image of him walking towards me. I took a leap of faith and jumped into the unknown. I just hoped I wouldn’t end up hurting when I fall.

“Give me ten minutes to get dressed.” I said before shutting the door. Suddenly remembering he kept the details of his life very vague. All he had even told me was that this was something he had to do and left it at that.

I spent more time getting ready than I realized. I had left Sebastian standing on the outside of my door and I wondered if he got tired and left. I took one final look at myself on the gilded golden antique mirror. I didn’t know where we were even going and I silently prayed that I wasn’t making another misguided judgment on behalf of his character. Wherever he was taking me my white mid length wrap skirt and black leotard would have to suffice.

I grabbed my woven clutched bag and tossed my room key inside. I took about two minutes debating back and forth if I should bring my journal just in case. Despite it not fitting in my purse I decided to bring it just to be safe. My words were my everything after all.

I went over to the door and twisted the knob to pull it open with my nerves at an all time high when I saw that Sebastian was leaned against the balcony still waiting on me. He looked like someone that climbed out of my wildest fantasy.

“I’m surprised you’re still here.” I said casually, as I tried my best to hide my amusement.

Sebastian slowly turned around his mouth falling slightly open when he caught sight of me. He let out a low whistle and I held back a smile.

Sebastian cleared his throat and his voice was low as if he was struggling for words. “Where else would have I went?” His forehead crinkled in concern.

I shrugged absentmindedly. “ I’m not too underdressed am I?” I asked.

“You look incredible.” He was quick to answer. “I just hope you’re ready to be on your feet all night in those shoes.”

“What?” I choked out, looking down at my wedges. My head suddenly spinning at the thousand scenarios of what that could possibly have meant. Especially it being so late into the night. “Where are you taking me Sebastian?” My voice rose in pitch.

“You need to take risks more often.” Sebastian says, patting me gently on the shoulder. I didn’t even know what the hell I was in for. He leaned down nearly closing the distance between us. “You know it’s a really good thing you can’t hear my indecent thoughts right about now.”

It was my turn to drop my jaw.

ONE YEAR LATER

As much as I tried to hold on to the memory of this place the indescribable scenery in person was no match to what existed in my head. It was the very epitome of walking around in a literal daydream. The path of the misaligned and jagged lightly colored tan stone buildings were held together with an immense amount of history. That sat across from the calm crystal blue water with a row of boats docked alongside the pavement.

I had wondered far enough that eventually I was passing Alessio’s outdoor tavern. I stood in my tracks looking back at the place in awe. I never got the chance to see it during the day, but I was glad I agreed to go with Sebastian when I had the chance. Comparing to it now at night the atmosphere was in full force and it was alive.

“Do you even know where you’re going.” I had to catch myself from whining all the way up here. The walk alone was killing my feet already, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.

“I did warn you about those shoes even though they were clearly designed to stomp all over my gentlemen facade.”

“Well it’s good thing I wore them then. So that way I can get a glimpse into your true nature.” I stated.

Sebastian wore a knowing smirk and I was jealous he didn’t appear out of breath as I was. “We are here.” He informed me.

I let him walk ahead of me as I stopped walking to slow my heart rate and to feast my eyes on the view. A large dark emerald tent that held up various rows of wire strung lights that hung above serval small square seating tables that were completely occupied. It was fenced in with a low broken cobbled stone barrier with vines growing around it . A line was nearly wrapped around and Sebastian just strode on inside bypassing a hostess who just smiled in his direction. The closer I moved the bigger the outdoor seating area grew.

A grand makeshift cobblestone dance floor was the center of the area that occupied a handful of couples swaying back and forth. On the right hand corner was a fully stocked bar and there were even bigger dining tables. It was noisy but the sounds were a mixture music, waiters taking orders all at once, and the chaos of the kitchen coming from the opening on a building to my left. When I caught up to Sebastian he was talking to an older man who looked at Sebastian as if he saw a ghost before tackling him in for a long embrace. When he let go the older man removed his hat and used the back of it to blot his eyes. He’d started to cry.

I looked at Sebastian who looked almost uncomfortable and sad by the display of affection. He stood there awkwardly patting the man on the back and offered him a half smile. Not knowing what to do myself I stood respectfully a few steps behind them. Above the noise I was still in earshot.

“You are still here for a reason my boy. Bianca would have wanted this for you,” Alessio says as he points to Sebastian sternly.

Sebastian shifts uncomfortably as if that name triggered an unwanted emotion. “I keep trying to tell myself that. Still doesn’t make it any easier.” He sighed.

“You have to make yourself believe it.” The older man was trying desperately to get through to Sebastian.

“That’s easier said than done.” He rubbed his hands across his face making the color in his cheeks flush.

The man was seconds away from saying something to him until he caught me staring like a mindless idiot. He scrunched his face up as if to tell me to go away, but my stupid feet wouldn’t move. Sebastian saw his expression and turned to follow his gaze. He winked at me before fanning me over to join him. I moved at a snails pace as the two men stared back at me. Sebastian kept a warm smile on his face and I noticed the man looked between me and Sebastian. As if having a knowing assumption his face lit up with amusement.

“Alessio this is my new friend Natalie Foster, she’s a writer.” Sebastian’s introduction caught me by surprise. I briefly told him I liked writing I never told him I did it for a living. There was no way he could’ve known without looking me up I doubt my books were his cup of tea.

Alessio’s grayed eyebrows rose in suspicion. “A writer?”

“Yes Sir.” I said bashfully.

“Hmph! Then tell me Ms. Foster are you passionate about your job?” He folded his arms and eyed me carefully.

It felt so random to be put on the spot and I didn’t even bother looking at Sebastian for backup, because he was just as confusing to understand.

“The day it feels like a job I may as well have lost all of my passion. I see it as a gift to do something you love constantly. You do it without complaint even though somedays I want to rip my hair out. Okay most days, but it’s a privilege really.” I waited for him to say something, but he stared at me accessing what I’d told him.

Soon after his expression starts to soften and he looks back up at Sebastian then at me again reaching for my hand. I let him take my hand between both of his. “Hold on to that fire. You’re a smart women I can tell.” He waves his finger in the air. “I like her. So would have Bianca.” He placed his hand solemnly over his heart.

Immediately I wondered who this Bianca person was. I was surprised by this tinge of jealously that I suddenly felt. It wasn’t like Sebastian and I laid out the terms and agreement on this trip. I didn’t follow him hear hoping that a summer romance would blossom. Still the thought of him picking random women up every time he left the county certainly crossed my mind.

“Listen before I forget to mention. Don’t forget to stop by tomorrow .Nina is looking forward to another attempt on trying to teach you how to make real food.” His words rushed out as someone waved him over to get his attention.

“We will be there.” Sebastian answered. I somehow got stuck on the word “we” for entirely too long.

“Natalie?” Sebastian called my name breaking me from my train of thoughts.

“Yeah?” My voice took a minute to catch up with my what I was thinking.

“I hope you like it here the drinks and food here is. . .exceptional!” Sebastian forced out a fake smile. I was dying to ask who was this Bianca person. A relative, a friend, an ex? Whoever she was the single mention of her name visibly made him tense. I didn’t have it in me to poke the bear who I didn’t even know anything about.

“I’m sure I will.” I did my best to make my voice come out excitable, though I’m pretty sure I overdid it because he shook his head and laughed.

He turned a few heads as we made our way though the sea of people and tables. I saw one woman who was accompanied by more than likely her husband nearly breaking her neck trying to get a look at Sebastian.

“Two shots of limoncello.” He held up his fingers and he leaned across the bar counter. All the seats were filled. The bartender nodded his head at the order and turned to make what Sebastian just said. I didn’t notice before but a silver chain popped out of his shirt and peculiar symbol hung around it. I couldn’t make it out in the dark. ���Do you drink?” He asked.

“Sometimes.” I muttered. I usually only drink on special occasions even then I don’t really take to the taste of liquor. New place, new me right?

“Cat got your tongue?” His gaze burned into me and I had to turn my head to keep from toppling over.

“I’m just taking everything in.” I answer truthfully. My head was still spinning over the fact that I actually made it over here and didn’t chicken out like always. Oh and bonus points for not getting killed! If that’s not grounds for celebrating I don’t know what is. Sebastian’s mood was highly contagious. I couldn’t help but feel pity for the somber face he was trying to hide.

“Here take one.” He said holding two shot glasses filled to the top with a yellowish liquid. I grabbed ahold of one careful not to spill any which was surprisingly cold. “Try it you’ll like it.” Before I could ask him how would he even know that I would he had already downed his.

Bringing it closer to my mouth I got a strong whiff of lemons. I sucked in a breath of air and forced the liquid down my throat. The alcohol slowly burned going down. I closed my eyes in fear it would cause my stomach to lurch. I was caught off guard by how much I actually liked it. Oddly enough the aftertaste was sweet.

“What’s the verdict?” He asked.

“I want another one.”

Between the two of us I’m pretty sure we consumed enough limoncello to serve half an army. My tastebuds eventually grew numb and I couldn’t keep myself my giggling over everything. Not laughing. GIGGLING!!!

The conversation remained light between the two of us. He mentioned everything from where he was from, his childhood pets, right down to if he preferred boxers or briefs. The answer is boxers. There wasn’t a single mention as to who Bianca was to him and my curiosity levels were at an all time high. I couldn’t bite my tongue any longer. There was a point when I physically tried to bite it. I was officially cut off from shots.

“Do you come here often with Bianca?” The question slipped out of my mouth before my brain could register.

Sebastian ran his tongue across his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. He stared back at me with a hunger in his eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was all those drinks that I had but it made the blood in my veins turn hot. My skin felt sensitive to the touch. I felt prisoner to his gaze and strangely I liked it. Probably more than I should have.

“Would it be terrible of me if I tried to kiss you?” Sebastian flashed a smile completely skating over the question I had just asked him. “As friends of course.” He added.

I let out a gust of air. A thousand percent taken aback by his bluntness. My mind was quickly rationalizing with what he’d just asked me and right off I knew I needed to steer clear of him. The only reason I didn’t get up to leave was the tiny voice in my headed started scream to yes.

I let out a laugh. “Friends don’t kiss.”

“Then let’s pretend that for a second we aren’t.”

“How drunk are you?” I playfully rolled my eyes.

“I’m perfectly coherent.” He said while balancing his finger on top of his nose.

“Why do you even want to kiss me?” I asked him. My was voice came out as an audible whisper.

“Do you always overthink every little thing?”

I pretended to think it through for a while. “Wait. I need a second to mentally make a pros and cons list so I can calculate a response to your answer.” I teased. When I looked back around I’d noticed Sebastian had moved in closer. I could smell the limoncello off his mouth.

“Can I?” I could hear a sense of urgency in his voice. He was pleading with me, and yet and the same time he looked like he was at war with himself. If this was any indication of how the rest of my trip would go I Natalie Foster was headed down uncharted territory at a ramped speed. Deep down I invited the thrill willingly.

Sebastian took my silence for my answer. He started to turn his head away from me but I reached out to cup his face between the palm of my hands to stop him. The disappointment washed away from his face and the flirtatious look returned. Taking an up close look at his sharp features alone made me go dizzy. His face was truly intoxicating. In a swift movement Sebastian closed the gap between us, a rush of pure lust five seconds later consumed me.

Our lips met in a featherlight kiss. He torturously kissed me softly and slowly again and again. Until I parted my lips to suck in a breath of air. Sebastian’s tongue swept against my bottom lip and my mouth parted open inviting him in. His tongue took it as an advantage in search for my own. The very second our tongues touched, my body ached for more.

Sebastian’s mouth tasted like vodka and lemon. . . and something much sweeter, untamed. His lips became greedier than before. My mind was growing even foggier as I kissed him back hungrily. My hands slipped down from his face and rested on his chest, as our mouths move in unison. Sebastian tightly gripped at my waist pulling me closer towards him. I’m sure there were a few eyes on us and for once I didn’t care. This was what I wanted. In that moment he was what I wanted.

As if reading my mind Sebastian pulled away. He looked upset and riddled with guilt. Gasping for air he shakily raked his fingers through his hair, causing brown locks of hair to fall down. ”We would come here once a year for the past five years. At the end of each trip we would already be planning to come back around the same time. Nearly three months ago as the trip neared she died. “

“Who died?” I breathed. I needed to catch my breath and composure all at the same time. I was trying not to let my disappointment show of me basically being rejected.

“My girlfriend Bianca.” When the words fell out of his mouth he stood up from his chair and looked down at me searching for the right words to say. An apology would’ve been a start.

I felt so . . . I didn’t know what I was feeling. He was suppose to be here with his girlfriend. Instead he was here with me as probably some fucking distraction. I wasn’t quite sure I was hurt or if I felt sorry for him.

“Say something Natalie.” He pleaded.

“Sebastian just go.” I told him, not wanting anymore attention directed at us. He nodded his head and it almost sounded like he said the words “I’m sorry.” I didn’t know if they were meant for me or for her.

When I spun around my in chair to grab my clutch off the bar stool my heart nearly leapt out of my chest when I noticed my journal wasn’t with it.

{Part 1 out of 2}

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Hero’s Journey: Chapter Six - Unforeseen Simulation Joint II

Summary: Link learns a little more about himself, though he doesn’t realize it yet. Midoriya is nearly killed, but the heroes manage to intercept in the nick of time. 

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence

A/N: You know, I was sort of considering having him, you know, interact with the plot, but I didn’t want to change everything up this early. Also, I really, really wanted to get the ball rolling on him learning more about who he is and what he’s supposed to be doing. So if you wanted him in the thick of things, sorry! I promise he’ll be getting into stuff later. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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“Villains have breached the USJ!”

Link wasn’t exactly sure what had happened immediately after that. He remembered Yaoyorozu and Todoroki talking (the alarm systems were cut, or at least the dichromatic boy thought so), some sort of talking purple mist, Bakugou and Kirishima rushing for it, and then he’d suddenly tumbled backwards like his feet had been kicked from underneath him, vision suddenly obscured by dark purple. 

And then he’d landed on his ass in the middle of a forest. 

He was sure he was still in USJ, he could still see the supports and glass ceiling of the dome above, but he was far enough that he couldn’t hear any fighting. Or really anything for that matter. It was entirely too quiet for a forest, no sounds of animals or even leaves rustling, just the faintest sounds of the grass under his feet and armor pieces brushing softly together as he moved through the brush. 

It was silent save for him. Until it wasn’t. 

Something small and red tore through the bushes at high speed, shrieking and squealing like a pig. It stumbled right into him, and they both froze, staring at each other in surprise. The thing was only about half his size, and it looked like some sort of goblin, with a comically large pig nose, beady eyes, and wrinkly, mottled red skin, with sharp claws clutching at a crude wooden club. 

‘Bokoblin’ His brain supplied unhelpfully. The staring contest lasted only half a moment longer, and it was shrieking again, swinging its club around like a bat. Link scrambled back and grabbed his staff, extending it to spear length and jabbing at the bokoblin as he got to his feet. 

It only took a few hits before it fell to the ground, exploding into a cloud of reddish-purple smoke. As the smoke dissipated, Link noticed a small pile of teeth and horns, presumably from the bokoblin. 

‘Shit. Did I just kill it?’ He thought with a wince, letting out a low breath. ‘To be fair, it did attack me, but…’ He poked at the pile with his staff, and glanced around half-expecting more to jump at him out of the brush. 

“Hmph. You were never so hesitant to kill monsters, before.” A voice resonated from somewhere behind him, and he spun, already dropping into a defensive stance with his spear. 

It was the man from before. He was possibly more terrifying up close, tall and formidable even without the death stare currently locked onto him. At this distance Link could see that his armor wasn’t quite as protective as he’d assumed at first glance, a mix of brightly colored cloth and some type of golden plating, matching the jewelry and piercings which adorned the mans face. He looked young, too, in his twenties at the latest, though Link wasn’t sure why that particular fact felt odd to him. 

Meanwhile, the man seemed to be sizing Link up as well, taking in his hero costume and weapon with something that looked like disapproval. His eyes narrowed after a long moment, expression turning somewhat thoughtful. 

“You don’t remember me, do you?” He asked. Link hesitated. 

‘Ganon… The Calamity.’ Finally his mind gave him something useful, and he frowned at how right it seemed, how familiar, though he was sure he’d never heard the name before. 

“Ah, not well, right?” The man, Ganon, chuckled patronizingly, taking a step closer. Link raised his staff threateningly, and his smile seemed genuine for a moment, like the very notion of Link attacking now was funny to him. “I used to be just like you. Soft, hopeful, kind, weak.” He spit the word with malice. “Living in a world where everything and nothing were familiar to me, from the sky, to the sea, to the people around me. But then I was… enlightened.” 

He took another step forward, grabbing onto the staff before Link could even think to move, and yanked it - and Link - towards him. Ganon’s other hand curled into his collar and lifted him, forcing Link to grip onto his wrist to anchor himself. 

“If I could kill you here, I would.” Ganon hissed, face twisting into a sneer. “But I need you alive if I want to find her, and believe me, I do.” 

His expression morphed again, and Link caught a momentary glimpse of something dark and manic in his aureate eyes as he was lifted just a little higher. 

“I might leave you a little challenge, though… Nothing you won’t survive, if you’re even half as good with a sword as you were. Doesn’t that sound fun? Getting reintroduced to some old friends-” Before Ganon could do anything, however, a beam of nearly blinding lavender light cut between them, just barely grazing the taller man’s skin. 

Link reacted immediately, kicking out and catching Ganon in the jaw, pushing away from him and dropping to the ground. The villain thankfully dropped his staff, too, which he scooped up as he got to his feet, sprinting by his savior and grabbing his arm as he passed, forcing him to come along with. 

It was Aoyama, expression somewhat nauseous-looking from the sudden transition between using his quirk to sprinting through the forest at record speed. The frenchman didn’t complain though, likely just as happy as Link to be getting as far away from the menacing man as possible. 

Link slowed only when the brick ground of the courtyard came into view, finally able to hear what sounded like a fairly intense fight. He pushed Aoyama down into a cluster of bushes with what little gentleness he could manage in his adrenaline-fueled state, smothering the yelp the other blonde let out with a quick hand over his mouth. He settled over him, concealing the two of them in the foliage as well as he could as he listened for any sign of having been followed. After a long moment, he finally released Aoyama, relatively satisfied with their current safety, and all but melted into the surprisingly un-prickly bush. 

“Link, who… who was that?” Aoyama murmured to him, usually placid smile strained to the point of near nonexistence. “He seemed like he knew you.” 

Link shook his head a couple times, giving a few vague signs he knew the boy likely wouldn’t understand. His friend sighed. 

“Si tu les dis…” There was a pause, silent but for the sounds of the fight in the courtyard, a mix of yelling and the sound of stone cracking filtering over to them. Link sat up slowly, turning his gaze towards the fighting. 

Their view was still mostly blocked by foliage, but he could make out what looked like All Might and some type of bird-headed muscle-beast. He frowned and glanced at Aoyama. 

“I’ll be right behind you.” He said, reassuring despite the slight hesitancy in his tone. Link nodded and climbed out of the bush, inching towards the courtyard. They passed the treeline quickly enough, and slipped around the edge of the battlefield as they caught sight of three of their classmates hovering near the stairs, two more going up with a battered Aizawa being carried between them. Link paused at the sight of his teacher, half-dead and unconscious, and spared a glance back at the monstrous form currently fighting All Might as he started moving again, Aoyama practically clinging to him as they reached the group at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Link! Aoyama!” Kirishima exclaimed, the first to notice them. “We weren’t sure where you ended up. You guys good?” He asked. Bakugou cut in before Aoyama could respond for the both of them. 

“You look like shit, both of you. Did you spend this whole time rolling around in a bush or something?” They glanced at each other at that, missing the momentary change in the other three’s expressions at their somewhat fearful gazes. 

“Or something.” Aoyama said with a tone of finality. The explosive boy grit his teeth, but backed off, attention refocusing on the fight. From this angle, Link could see Midoriya, too, propped up on his elbows and staring at All Might and the weird muscled man fight with a look of horror on his face. He gasped, taking an almost involuntary step towards the fight. Hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back. 

“Absolutely fucking not, dumbass Gremlin. He shouldn’t even be in there, I’m not letting you anywhere near that shit.” Bakugou practically growled at him, and he blinked. 

‘Since when did he care?’ Link thought, but took a couple steps back anyway. He was let go as Bakugou finally moved away from him, seemingly satisfied for the moment with his compliance. 

Link glanced around, noticing Aoyama heading up the stairs to help carry Aizawa, and Todoroki eyeing him somewhat suspiciously. He returned that look, and the dichromatic boy turned away wordlessly. He turned back towards the fight too, just in time to watch All Might blast his opponent out of the USJ straight through the domed glass ceiling. He blinked, brows raised in surprise. 

He knew All Might was strong, but that…

“Is this a comic book or something?” Kirishima muttered next to him, seemingly just as in shock. “It’s like he nullified the shock absorption... His brute strength is crazy.” 

“What insane power… Does that mean he rushed at him so fast he couldn’t regenerate?” Bakugou murmured next. Todoroki only glowered, eyes fixed on the hole in the dome. 

On the far side of the courtyard, near Midoriya, the one covered in hands seemed to throw a tantrum, stomping like a child just told he’d have to wait a while to keep playing his favorite game. The tantrum stopped as abruptly as it started, the blue-haired man turning slowly to the green-haired teen only a few meters away from him. 

He lunged forward, and Link gasped, already knowing there was nothing he could do even as his feet started to move, and- 

A series of gunshots rang out, and the villain crumpled to the ground. Link turned, surprised, and there at the doors of the USJ were at least a dozen heroes, headed up by Snipe, pistols still smoking from his opening shots. 

Even with the two main villains disappearing behind him, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. 

It was over, for now.

#loz #legend of zelda #botw #breath of the wild #link #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fanfic #fanfiction #crossover #au #angst #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #kirishima eijirou #Todoroki Shōto #shigaraki tomura #also before yall @ me abt how the end is different than in the anime #besides a few bits of dialogue i mostly do this off memory #so like im sorry if it isnt perfect but its what ive got for you #anyway im sleeb

[symphonic--chaos]

Empires of Brick and Blood Chapter 1 - The Prologue Rating: G

"Magnus Bane."

The words echoed through every unoccupied space in the city, through each junkie filled alley, through windows that were open in hopes for cool air to combat the sweltering heat, into the sewer where rats that were once cat size were now dinner plates. So booming that it could have been a victorious combatant against the thunder that threatened to rumble in the sky. It had been just twenty minutes before it had filled with brownish green cumulonimbus clouds, ready to spill their clean drops into their filth filled city.

The sudden clink of metal against faux porcelain came to follow as the owner of that name paused his antics of shoveling the stew into his mouth, already late to several 'appointments'. A single dark eye darted up to the chef in front of him, paused behind the large metal counter, before he spun in the chair to look at the open space behind him. Druggies waiting for him, a limousine headed into the town center just a few minutes away, a few merchants lurking for easy prey to fall to their inner-coat 'rare' deals.

"...Did you--" The confused man started to call back to the chef, only silenced as the deep voice began its echoing speech.

"You're a dealer. An urchin among the others on the street, but the most poisonous one of them all. You've slipped through lazy fingers for too long and, now that my family is here, this reign on the Downworlders is going to end."

Interesting. 

Credits clinked on the counter as Bane's pierced tongue swept over the slit between his canine and premolar, a tsk following as he felt a bit of the fake meat trapped there. Gloved hands reached behind the counter and felt around until his fingers curled around the toothpicks there, one tugged out and used before the piece was spit aside and the toothpick rested between his lips. The loud voice was going on and on, something about him being a killer (wrong), reckless (closer to the truth), and how he lived up to his name, being a Bane to their city. That part had him chuckling as he stepped out from under the protective metal roof, trying to find which speaker this man's voice was coming out of. 

A familiar blue haired junkie that was ever devoted to him pointed upwards towards the large, hovering, blimp-like contraption flying through the air, the large screen on the side revealing the most striking natural blue eyes Bane had ever seen. They rivaled Zydrate in every way, serious and deadly, but a hint of something that promised so much more. A rarity these days, most people after all their surgeries and genetics had either crazy impossible colors, or dark eyes like his own eye. That one eye narrowed as he focused again on the male, who had shifted from leaning back against the high-backed chair to instead fold his arms on the desk, his head leaning towards them as he came closer to the camera that had been placed unflattering angle. Until now.

Goosebumps littered the tan skin hidden by layers of shirts and jackets as a grin spread across the man's lips, perfect white teeth that screamed of money and power. Like a mouse cornered by a large cat, Bane didn't move from the spot. Though his dark hair, buzzed at the sides and a long mane down its center, was neatly pulled up into a mixture of a mohawk that trailed into a braid, his sidebangs betrayed the cat eye hidden beneath them with the slightest gust of the breeze going by. 

"My name is Alec Lightwood, Bane, and I will find you, personally. I will hunt you down. I will have eyes everywhere, and I will be one step behind you until I'm one step ahead. You can't get away from me."

Bane swallowed thickly at this threat, he knew that every single inch of him should be terrified by the threat of a new person who seemed to be putting his all into catching him, unlike the last guards he paid off. Being the last living Largo had its perks when it came to the old surviving repo men and guards that once loyally served his family, but the two faces this 'Alec' had behind him drew a blank.

The terror that should have been there was... excitement. Slight arousal, perhaps, but mostly it sent adrenaline rushing through him. A laugh began rumbling in Bane's chest before filling the air as he let himself go, let that rush go straight through him with a shake of his hair to return the bangs to their place, hidden from the guards lurking the streets. 

"Alec Lightwood. Pretty boy. Magnus Bane, an immense pleasure to meet you. I look forward to this chase and I wish you the best of luck." Bane called out to the blimp as the screen went dark, his body bending as he bowed in a mocking adieu. 

The blue haired junkie sidled up to him, slipping under one of his arms as her quiet, nervous voice rang like sweet honey in his ears.

"Do you think he'll get ya, Bane?" 

"Maybe," Bane hummed, his arm slipping around her shoulders as he pulled her into a side hug, his lips pressing against her forehead. "But not without some good chases and fights, hm?" 

The worry was clear on her face, but it seemed a good enough answer for her as a smile crossed her face, her small hand curling around his larger as she tugged him towards the nearby alley.

"Come on, come on, we're all waiting for you. Some of 'em are getting really bad and need your fix. They're here from Striker."

Striker. Now if there was anyone that Alec should have wasted his time on, it was that lousy sack of shit, the one who didn't care if he was poisoning or killing his clients with his tainted Zydrate. Not as long as the credits were tucked firmly into his greedy pocket, first.

"Alright, chickpea. Lead the way."

#malec #repo!the genetic opera crossover #shadowhunters crossover #my fics #empires of brick and blood

[lykaonimagines]

Where The Heart Sings - Tom Hiddleston x Reader One-Shot

(Day Fourteen) I missed the original day 14 sorry :S

Here’s day fourteen of my trying to post every other day of November. If all goes to plan you’ll be seeing another story on the 29th! If you’d like to be on any of my tag lists just let me know.

This one is sort of personal to me. I’ve been in a long distance overseas relationship now 4 1/2 years with (tbh) probably the guy I’m going to marry one day 😶I’ve been missing him a lot, and this story just sort of happened. Airports have simultaneously become the place of greatest happiness and sadness. So this one is taking from that moment of utter bliss in the airport when you finally see them again. 

(All Shakespeare quotes used at italicized, the rest is me.)

Paring: Tom x Reader

Word Count: 2,163

Description: Y/N and Tom finally reunited in the airport after a year apart.

Warning: Nothing really

(gif isn’t mine)

Checking the arrival screens for the seemingly hundredth time, Y/N finds herself pacing in the crowded luggage claim area. As the small sign twists in her hands, her mind races.

It had been a year since she last saw him. They had been in this long distance relationship for four years now. Both wanting to see where this would go, but not ready to give up their lives on a maybe.

The day she first met Tom, she both simultaneously thanked and hated, for bringing this wonderfully intelligent, dorky, sweet, and loving man into her life. She’d met him on a train on a vacation in London. The man next to her so engrossed in Coriolanus she couldn’t help herself from commenting. A megawatt smile turned up from the book to face her, and the rest was history.

He swept her off her feet before she even knew what happened, and by the end of the month she found herself kissing this man goodbye through a tearful gaze. Only one month and she was already smitten. That seemed so long ago now, the years that followed were full of late night FaceTime dates and seeing one another as much as possible for their schedule.

The past year however… everything went wrong, every plan to see one another. He had taken on so many roles he seemed to be in a constant state of filming or promoting that left him with little to no time to get away to her. And her attempts to go see him always ended in her boss insisting she head another project.

So there she stood in her hometown airport gripping a sign with his name, and waiting to finally see him after the long year apart.

She should be happy. In theory she is. But she’s terrified.

“It’s been an entire year,” she mutters looking down at herself with a frown. “What if it doesn’t feel the same? What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if I look different? What if he doesn’t like how I look anymore? What if when he sees me he realizes the women he’s around on a regular basis are better? What if he decides this isn’t worth it anymore- if I’m not worth it anymore,” she mutters to herself as she tugs at her outfit once again.

She knew some of it was crazy. He seen her on FaceTime every few days. And if he truly didn’t love her anymore he wouldn’t call her nearly everyday. Or would he? He’s so polite maybe he thinks it’s better to end things in person.

Y/N shakes her head roughly and pulls out her phone to check her makeup once again, then checks her messages.

“He should be landing anytime now, he thinks there’s a driver waiting for him, still doesn’t know it’s you. I’ll keep the business away for as long as I can, you two enjoy yourself. - Luke.”

Grinning down at the text with a new found confidence, she stands up straighter and finds herself a spot against one of the airport columns, slightly out of view from the escalators that bring the arriving passengers down.

She’d originally told Tom she couldn’t make it to pick him up, and in truth she really didn’t think she could. She had taken the next few weeks off, but her boss had insisted she come in today to take care of some work for him. Tom had been disappointed, she could tell by the tone of his voice but he played it off. So she pulled some strings and worked her ass off to get all her work done in the morning, and make it to the airport to fetch him.

She had texted Luke to ask of his ride plans, and had received notice he’d cancel Tom’s ride and not let him know it was her so she could surprise him. Something she was really excited for, nervous, but excited.

As the baggage belt near her begin to move, her eyes flicker to the digital screen above it, London.

Looking to the second floor as passengers begin their descent, she grips the sign with his name tightly in her fist. Her insides are churning and she feels somewhere between wanting to throw up or run away. Closing her eyes, she carefully breathes in and out slowly before forcing a smile to her face.

Seeing a familiar form appear at the top of the stairs, she smiles genuinely. Tom’s here. He’s finally here.

Her heart beating frantically, she lifts the sign up to hold in front of her chest as she leans back against the column.

As he finally reaches the bottom of the stairs, she finds herself admiring him. He has been working out, very clearly. His t-shirt clings to lean muscular frame in all the right ways, his hair tussled, and his expression clearly one of concentration as he searches the crowd for his ride.

A small laugh leaves her as a few fans finally notice him in the crowd, and a shriek sounds as her accepts pens and paper to sign whatever is shoved at him. Selfie after selfie, she finds she’s calmed down more than she thought possible. The same Tom. Kind and sweet to his fans no matter the setting.

Finishing up signing his last autograph, she sees him begin to search the crowd again, so she extends her arm high into the air with his sign.

Finally pinpointing his name, his eyes move down from it to her arm, and settle on her face, their eyes locking. What was that about being calm? His eyes widen as realization washes over him, and her heart begins to beat against her ribcage. Those brilliant blue eyes locked on her.

She can see him mumble something, probably excusing himself as he slips around his fans, heading directly toward her. Something snaps in her, as adrenaline courses through her and she starts speed walking toward him, he doing the same.

The closer they get, the more everything fades out. The sound of the airport, the crowd of people, everything except him just seem to fade into her subconscious as he gets closer. Both finally break out into a full sprint, and she finds herself leaping into his arms, him pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist as his lips find hers.

Perfect. All she can fathom in that moment. Perfect.

The feeling of his soft lips against hers, her arms around his neck, the smell of his familiar cologne and shampoo overwhelming her senses as she moves her lips with his. Her fingers tangle into his hair as a soft grunt escapes him. His teeth bite at her lip she as she starts to pull away, pulling her back in with a laugh from both sides. As their kiss finally ends, he presses his forehead to hers, and stares into her Y/H/C eyes with the most loving gaze she’s ever seen. God she loves this man.

“You said you couldn’t make it,” he mumbles, his voice ragged as he still tries to catch his breath.

“Surprise,” she whispers back with a smile, and that brilliant megawatt smile she first fell for graces his face once again.

And as quick as the moment came, it’s shattered by the sudden realization of countless flashes going off and the sound of cameras clicking.

“Shit,” he mutters, as she quickly untangles her legs from around him and drops to the airport tile, her face bright red.

“I’m sorry, I-,” she begins before he grips her hand and rushes to grab his luggage from the carousel and pulls her out the door.

“Not your fault love, we got a little excited,” he chuckles as he pulls a hat and sunglasses from his bag.

“Yeah I guess so,” she laughs nervously. “Let’s get back to my place?”

The ride back to her apartment is mostly silent. Just the sound of the radio buzzing in the background as her thoughts race once again. Scolding herself for the display she caused in the airport. That’s why he’s being so silent. He likes his personal life private, and she just probably made them the front page of the tabloids.

Dropping all his things off in her room, he deposits himself on her couch with his phone in hand and holds out an arm for her to join him.

Hesitantly, she sits beside him as she tries to find a way to break the silence as she watches him go to Twitter.

And there it was. She swallows hard as she sees him scroll through various photos of all different angles and in all different filters of them in the airport.

“I- I’ll be right back,” she says quickly as she pulls herself up from the couch and races to the bathroom, a confused Tom watching her.

Sitting on the edge of her bathtub she sighs. A whole year apart. One perfect moment. And then ruined. She has no idea how to approach this topic with him. They’d both agreed on not exactly hiding their relationship, but making it sparse. The last thing either of them wanted was everyone in their business. Especially him, he put so much effort into keeping his private life just that, private.

Lost in her thoughts, she feels the vibration of her phone in her pocket. Pulling it out, she’s surprised to see a notification from Twitter… that Tom tweeted? She had forgotten she even had his notifications on, it had been so long since he last even tweeted.

Bracing herself, she taps the notification and waits for her app to load, gasping when it finally does.

He had posted one of the photos. Clicking it with a shaky hand, she looks at the photo of them, a simple black and white filter on it. Her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and their lips locked. A smile spreads across her face as she notices how utterly blissful they both look.

Looking down to his caption, a few tears fight to break free, “Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service. I love you beyond measure.”

Flinging the bathroom door open, phone in hand, she rushes back out to her living room to see Tom sitting where she left him, a big grin on his face.

“You saw it I hope?” He asks.

She nods, “I did, I just… I thought you didn’t want this to be public? I thought you were mad about what happened.”

“Darling,” he calls out as he opens his arms to her.

Diving into his arms, her head immediately goes to his chest and he kisses the top of it.

“I apologize for the silence on the way back, I was thinking. About everything,” he says as he twirls a lock of her hair on his finger. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life than I was in that moment. And looking at all those photos, and seeing what I hope is the same look on your face. I don’t want to hide it anymore, I want the world to know I’m the happiest man on this planet because I have your love, and you in my arms.”

Stroking his chest, she looks up at him lovingly, “I’ve missed you Tom.”

“And I you, I love you darling,” he whispers against her lips as his press to hers.

The soft gentle kiss sends chills up her spine as she settles against him, making her mind up finally on one thought that’s been hounding her for months.

“I think it’s time,” she states as she strokes his facial hair.

“Hm?” He inquires, his eyes flickering back open. “Time for what?”

“Time that maybe I start looking for a new job,” she answers.

“Oh?” His brow furrows at her answer. “Are they giving you more problems?”

“No, nothing like that,” she continues. “I was thinking a change of scenery.”

“Such as?”

“Oh I don’t know. London maybe,” she says nonchalantly, fighting the grin trying to break through.

His eyes widen immediately, his mouth agape unsure how to respond, “I- are you certain?”

“Completely,” she nods.

“You’re ready to leave your home, for me?” He asks hesitantly.

“Tom,” she says, tilting his chin down so they’re face to face. “Home is where the heart sings, and it only sings for you.”

A smile spreads across his face as he takes in her reply, and he pulls her to him, falling onto his back as she lays on his chest, “I do love nothing in the world so well as you—is not that strange?”

“Very strange indeed,” she agrees as her finger traces along his lips. “Absolutely mad I must say, but I find myself equally mad for you.”

“Then don’t cure me of this insanity, for it’s sweet embrace is all I need.”

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(Had trouble tagging a few sorry :/)

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