sorry for ripping your heart out

you slammed the door on my fingers and I apologised for standing in the doorway

you walked out on your promises and I apologised for not closing the gate behind you

you let me slip through your hands and I apologised for being so hard to hold close

you ripped my heart out of my chest and although I was the one bleeding on the floor I still apologised for leaving a stain on your carpet

—  I’m sorry, Im sorr&;, im s0r/[!y?

a letter to everyone who’s ever hurt me;

i am so god damn tired of hearing “you did nothing wrong, you deserve better, you deserve so much love, i don’t deserve you.” it is engraved in my fucking head. i want to rip out my teeth and slam them into your heart so you know how it feels to cough up broken pieces of a person you once loved. because you shoved all of these words down my throat and i was convinced, maybe for once, someone felt it too. it’s like putting money in a machine, fuel me and make me work and I’ll confine to your needs. give me happiness and I’ll give you all my love. with one smile i will give you my ribs, with one touch, one call, i will personally rip my heart out with my bare hands and place it right into yours and I’ll do you a favor and ignore your trembling hands and instead, I’ll shoot you with a, “hey, how ya doing? haven’t talked to you in a while!” text cause i have never been one for subtlety or expressing how i feel. “im sorry. you deserve more, you don’t deserve that, you deserve so much love!” then why does this keep happening to me? if i deserve more, why is all of my love one sided? unrequited? why is my heart layered in stitches and still im the one who always gives. if you are so sorry why in the fuck do you keep letting me crash and burn? why in the fuck did you think it was okay to tell me you loved me and then not speak a word to me for three fucking months? i have always been one to remember everything and i remember the way your lips felt on mine for the very first time and how i was so in shock i couldn’t even kiss back but i swear to fucking god i felt my veins turn into fireworks and my body into a land mine and with one more touch i thought that i just mightve exploded and jesus fuck i don’t even know how you feel and i have destroyed myself pondering over it and they tell you that their touch means forever but all i can think about is you telling me i deserve better but if i deserve so much more why will no one reach out and give it to me? i am choking on water and drowning in my own house because i gave you the key and i trusted you with all i had but when you walked away you left the faucets on and i wondered why i just couldn’t stop crying. i think you slammed the door too hard, i think my water bill is too high, i don’t even bother to wipe my eyes because all i can think about is your smile and how it made me feel like i was finally safe but all i ever am is somewhere for people to go when they need to take refuge, and i am never a permanent home, just a quick little stop, a let’s take a break, unwind and ruin the foundation kind of stop. an “oh its okay it’ll only hurt a bit” kind of stop, an “i love you.” kind of stop but i always love more, so can you stop? i can’t stop bleeding, i can’t stop scratching myself raw, i can’t stop screaming because all i am good for is always loving more and i am so beyond tired of hearing how i deserve better, maybe i don’t want better, maybe i am ready for a fight, maybe i am fragile and gentle and cry all the time over the smallest thing because one bad thing just sends my heart crumbling but i want a love that rips me apart and maybe im already in pieces but i really wouldn’t mind if you turned me black and blue because i swear to god, no matter what, im always going to love more so i might as well just see how much i can take before i collapse on the floor and i am so tired of always being the one with the brave face and im tired of forgiving without even a slight trace of an apology and i don’t even give a shit that you don’t talk to me anymore because maybe i did deserve more and maybe i finally found it but im afraid this fire is unrequited too and i am so tired of burning one second and being ice cold the next and all i need is consistency but i get summer days filled with winter nights and i am sorry for always loving more. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen but we all know that is a god damn lie because my hearts already prepped and ready for the next gaping chest i see. // i think that’s my problem, im always one to give without them even asking for anything but i cannot stop stitching up soldiers in a war i wasn’t even drafted in.

Error Pt 1

pairing: yoonkook x reader 

 genre: soulmate!au, college!au, basketball player!yoongi, angst, smut, poly!yoonkook x reader 

 word count: 2,082 words 

 warnings: homophobia 

 preface: au where when you look in the mirror you can only see your soulmate in the reflection 

Part 2

 The first time you ever really remember looking in the mirror and understanding what you could see was when you were six. You’d wandered into your parents’ bedroom and stood in front of the wooden, full-length mirror in front of the window. You had jumped at the reflection. On one side sat an older boy, he must have been at least thirteen –maybe fourteen. His hair was dark, pitch black and he had a short block fringe that now, you imagine he regrets. His wide nose reminded you of a cat or a lion and in that moment he had it scrunched up, showing displeasure. You didn’t think he was beautiful then, but adorable in his pubescent state and teenage angst. 

 Your eyebrows had furrowed taking in the other side, a much younger boy than the other but still older than you – probably eight. This boy exuded adorable, down to his bright, shy smile that reminded you of a bird to his nose that seemed too big for his face and his mop of dark hair. You had never been more confused. The distinct split between the two scenes was clear. Your excitement overwhelmed you. You had two soulmates. 

 After that it was never a good thing. Your parents hadn’t believed you, it was unheard of and everyone from then on decided you were an attention seeker. Your parents begged you to ‘grow out of it’ to ‘stop making stuff up’. People at school were relentless with their gossiping and labeled you a greedy slut all because of what you saw in the mirror. 

 Despite that, you couldn’t stop loving the boys in the mirror. Watching them grow older they became so beautiful. The elder first, as he changed his hair with a fierce undercut and various colours over the years (although you had your favourites), his jawline grew sharper and his features maturing from the nerdish boy you used to see. He thinned down but still had lean muscle that helped him with his basketball career; you love to watch him play. His air of dominance juxtaposes with his playfulness that you crave to have love you. Then the younger, his nose grew into his face and suited him well as he became a man. He hasn’t lost his boyish charm, his shyness that you want to protect; the softness of his pout paired with his curious gaze. The skinny figure was gone, replaced with thick thighs, biceps and from the times you had caught him in the shower muscles galore. They were fucking hot and you want them in every way possible. 

 You need your soulmates more than anyone, desire them in such a way that burns you to feel the need so fiercely. For once, when you meet your soulmates, you would find the only two people in the world who would believe you and the only two people who could prove everyone wrong. 

 When you were eighteen you moved out and moved far away from people who knew about your soulmates. You took your best friend, the only person you really gave a shit about and vice versa and moved together to an apartment in Seoul. 

 Your nikes slap against the floor of the corridor as you make your way to your class. It’s your first day at college and you’re already fucking late unsurprisingly. You pull your backpack over your other shoulder and burst into the lecture hall for musical composition, stopping the professor mid sentence and causing the entire class to turn and look at you. You’re just about to spout out your apologies when your mouth drops. The mop of hair turned his head too, this time its lighter –he’s seemed to prefer it like that as he’s grown older-. He’s fucking gorgeous. You don’t even take a second to tell if he’s noticed who you are you just take the seat nearest to you and take a deep fucking breath because holy shit it’s happening. 

 The professor starts talking again but you can’t hear a word of it. You unzip your bag fumbling for your compact mirror that you cant seem to find no matter how much noise you make, catching the attention of people near you. You almost begin to cry when you find it and you have to clasp a hand over your mouth to stop yourself when you open it. On one side see the bright lights of the hall and the wooden rows and you just can’t fucking believe he’s here. The relief swamps you, drowns you. Finally.

 Needless to say the class fucking drags. You don’t care about anything coming out of that professor’s mouth and every second is like days as you stare at your compact and try to hold your emotions in. When the professor announces that the lecture is over those are the only words you hear and you scramble further to the front towards your youngest soulmate, nervous yet elated. 

 He’s packing away his things and he doesn’t seem to be tense at all indicating he didn’t see you. You shuffle through the row towards his desk and touch him on the shoulder. ‘Hi.’ you say nervously. It’s an underwhelming greeting but your mind is spinning so fast you can’t bring yourself to care. The mop of brown looks up at you and his face falls. ‘I’m y/n,’ you say shyly ‘I’m your soul mate.’ He shakes from your grasp. ‘Leave me alone, please.’ He says firmly and the sweet, shy boy you saw in the mirror seems lost in that moment. 

‘Huh?’ you’re so fucking confused. This is not the moment you dreamed about. What the fuck is this? 

‘I don’t want anything to do with him and consequently, you. So please, leave me alone.’ He’s so curt he hardly even sounds angry and that scares you more -like you couldn’t change his mind if you put a gun to his head. 

 ‘I don’t understand. You mean our soulmate?’ you ask, bewildered. He grits his teeth and cringes. 

 ‘He will never be my soulmate.’ He spits. ‘I’m not a fucking faggot.’ The beautiful boy with the adorable smile and the thick thighs turns the other way and gets the fuck out of there. 

 You slump into the section of the bench he had just evacuated. The room is empty, all the students have gone and all you can care to do is sit and cry. 

 You drag yourself home after a while, feeling pathetic and feeling like your world has come crashing down –it has and it’s painful. Once you reach your apartment door you reach in your pocket for your keys only to drop them on the floor and you sigh and lean against the wall for support as tears still slip down your cheeks. You wipe them quickly, bend down to pick up your keys and unlock the door. Bags flung to the floor, you shuffle towards your room feeling broken. 

 'Y/n! How was your- oh shit.’ your best friend Hyunmi rounds the corner before noticing your tear-stained face. ’

Yeah, oh shit.’ you reply

‘What happened?’ she breathes pulling you close as you begin to heave with sobs. 

 'I found him, Hyunmi. The youngest, with the bunny teeth and th- the pretty arms but h- he doesn’t want me.’ your chest hurt as you let out yet another sob and Hyunmi could do nothing but stroke you hair as you cried. 

You hadn’t looked in the mirror for the past week. Dreading being reminded of your soulmate who shredded your dreams. You wanted to look, to try and find some shred of hope that he gave a shit but you were haunted by the encounter. Hyunmi was trying her best to comfort you but with you being the more outgoing one she was struggling to get you to leave your bedroom let alone the apartment. You lay on your bed, curtains shut with the glare of your laptop in front of you when Hyunmi decides that she’s had e-fucking-nough. ‘

Y/n get up.’ She orders, entering the room without a knock. 

 ‘I don’t want to.’ You reply, not even glancing at her. 

 ‘Y/N Y/L/N, you have another beautiful soulmate who’s waiting out in the world for you and for god’s sake you don’t want to end up missing out on him too so get the fuck up.’ 

 ‘It’s not that fucking simple Hyunmi. What if he doesn’t want me either? What if the same shit happens?’ You argue. 

‘What kind of crappy excuse is that? That’s not you. That’s not who you are. You fight for what you want. You take risks. You owe it to yourself to try. Don’t argue with me on this just because you’re scared.’ She retaliates. It’s the first time you’ve seen her stand up to anyone and assert herself. You realize quickly if you’d pushed her to that point then you need to listen to her. 

 ‘Okay.’ You breathe. 

 ‘Okay?’ She questions. Shocked that your stubborn ass would actually back down from your standpoint. 

 ‘You’re right.’ You acknowledge. 

 ‘I love you.’ She says. 

 ‘Yeah, I love you too.’ You smile weakly. 

A few days later you’re doing your best, you’ve been looking in the mirror again and although you know you shouldn’t all your hope is entrusted in the elder. You hope his years have taken away the childishness the younger displayed and you’re suddenly more desperate to find him than ever. To have someone smooth over the chaos your other soulmate has left. You stare at him, practicing in the court, going out for drinks and the need for him is stronger than it has ever been. 

Today you have musical composition and you feel sick at the thought. You plan to get there early, hoping to take a seat at the very front so that you don’t even have to look at the back of his head. You’re practically running through campus to try and get there and when you reach it you’re twenty minutes early. You ease the large door open gently in order to peer inside and upon seeing the empty hall you let out a sigh of relief. You take a seat in the front and try to calm yourself down as you remember the rejection and hurt that ripped through you last time you were here. 

 You bend down to reach your bag and get out your equipment when you hear the door open and you lift your head up to look at the intruder. 

 ‘Oh… I… I’m sorry.’ It’s him.  Your heart feels like it’s breaking all over again, just like that. 

 ‘I guess we had the same idea.’ You state, unsure of how to feel or act. He didn’t seem so angry this time around. You get up and approach him tentatively.

‘I- I’m sorry y/n. I don’t want it to be like this. I’m a good guy. I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.’ He says like he’s needed to say it for a long time. 

 ‘I need you.’ You reply, wishing that you weren’t the kind of person who spouted out your feelings so honestly. 

‘Fuck. I can’t do it. I gotta go.’ He says, seeming conflicted. He turns to go but you grab his arm feeling the veins you’d always admired when you’d seen him working out. He winces as you do so, like he can feel the bond that pulls you together like magnets. 

‘Please, wait,’ you don’t know how to convince him ‘like… fuck, can I at least know your name or something?’ He shakes you off. 

‘If things were different, I think I could love you.’ And it’s then that you’re reminded of the shy little boy you used to watch giggle on the floor as he played with his anime figurines. 

 ‘But you can. You can.’ You urge. 

 ‘Not with him.’ 

‘But he’s beautiful and strong an- and determined.’ You say as tears begin to build in your eyes. 

‘I know.’ And he says it so softly that you feel as if you’ve overheard a private moment that he didn’t intend for you to know about, for anyone to know about. He turns to leave and you can’t stop him as you’re stunned by his words that contrast so much to how he’s been acting. Just before he opens the door to leave he turns back, a single tear slipping down his face. ‘My name’s Jungkook.’ and then he’s gone again. 

 A/N: Ahh I hope everyone enjoyed this! This is my first story so I’d love feedback and I promise there will be smut and Yoongi in the next chapter, which will be coming soon.

anonymous asked:

Your villain x hero stuff is destroying me tho I'm just gonna rip out my heart and hand it to you, goddamn. Feed my addiction please: a villain (with somewhat an obsession for the hero) has the hero at their mercy. Sorry for the request and thank you for your writing and just have a good day!

I am so weak, like damn. Your addiction cannot be worse than mine, no need to be sorry, I live for interesting hero x villain dynamics. Okay. Last villain x hero thing I’m going to indulge myself with for at least ten prompts. Maybe some fluff next. 

1) The villain looked down at the hero, held tilting as they watched the hero struggle.
“You’re getting predictable, you know. That saving people thing of yours. It’s going to get you killed.”
“You say that like you’re not planning to kill me.”
“Sweet thing, why would I kill you? You might just be the best weapon I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m not a weapon.”
“All you know how to do is fight me, doesn’t that make you a weapon?”

2) The hero flinched as gentle fingers dabbed at their bruises, stitched wounds, cleaned away the blood alongside a chiding click of the tongue.
“Why are you doing this?” they rasped. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I dislike debts. Consider mine to you paid.”

3) “You’re obsessed with me,” the hero said.
“Me? You’re the one who’s spent the year actively plotting to defeat me and stalking my every movement. You’re lucky I feel the same way or I think that would be considered harassment.”

4) “You think you’re so good.” The villain’s expression turned as cold as liquid nitrogen, all playfulness whether mocking or genuine vanished without a trace. “But you do not hesitate to use my feelings for you against me. Perhaps you imagine that going out of your way to toy with me doesn’t count as cruelty? Why is that?”
The hero’s breath caught in their throat.

5) “I’m going to ruin you.” The villain confessed it softly, like the most intimate of secrets. “Maybe then I’ll stop loving you. Kinder for us both that way.”

6) “I like this, you at my mercy. It’s just like old times.”

7) “You think me a monster, perhaps you’re right.” The villain studied the hero almost clinically as they gasped desperately for air. “But at least I am what I am. You would tear yourself into a hundred pieces if that would make them love you, but don’t you see?” In an instant, they’d stepped close, cradling the hero’s jaw. “You’re never going to be enough for them. They want an angel who will save them all and you are only human.”

8) “Why don’t you just get it over with?”
“You don’t rush art, and you are worth more than a sloppy death.”
The hero didn’t quite know how to respond to that - it seemed sincere.

9) “All this,” the hero managed. “For power? Is it really worth it?”
“Don’t be such cliché – those are terrible last words. Honestly, I expected better of you. If you had power you wouldn’t be on your knees before me now.”

10) “Oh, please tell me you’re going to monologue and give me time to escape?”
“It’s like you want me to kill you.”

in psychology class
we’re taught that borderline means destruction, means violence, means uncontrollable rage, means abuse
borderline means monster
but from what i have experienced
borderline means you’re more likely to be abused than abuser
more likely to be taken advantage of
because you don’t want to be abandoned
you need love, validation, approval
you’re frantic to please people so that you can feel okay with yourself
and every emotion cuts like a knife to the heart
when someone tells you you’re bad, or that you’ve messed up
your heart screams in pain
it burns, it squirms, it writhes in absolute agony
your mind begs “stop! please, god, make it stop, make this horror stop, if i have to endure another minute of this excruciating torture i would surely rather die!”
so you blurt out “i know. i’m sorry. i’m terrible. it’s my fault. i swear, i’ll be better.”
not only to stop your soul from being ripped apart by guilt, but because you truly believe that you have caused harm upon a person you love, and that you are a horrible, disgusting person
so that makes you vulnerable
because the pain of enduring the emotional agony of feeling inadequate is more painful than the abuse that they inflict

Home to you.

Did someone say angsty one way communication. Okay, it’s not texting but I’m SO your girl for angsty one way communication! This one is classic rip your heart out and duct tape it back together with glitter glue. Enjoy :)

“I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m trying to get back home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”

His hand dropped, grip still tight around the shell as he turned back to Ariel.

“Ariel, is there any chance-”

“I’m sorry, Captain. Unless you can hold your breath for… I mean I’m a fast swimmer but not that fast.”

“But you could reach Storybrooke? Would you ensure that my message was received?” She nodded and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. “Thank you Ariel. This, this means more to me than I could ever hope to describe.”

When they reached the water’s edge she reached around her neck and unclasped her necklace, her tail reappeared as she dove into the cloudy water. No sooner had her tail passed beyond his view there was a bright light and a wave came crashing back towards the shore, Ariel caught in its tow.

“Ariel!” Hook dove forward, catching her arm before she was pulled back under. She was fumbling with something around her neck and soon she’d two legs under her again.

“You were out of my sight for no more than a moment, you couldn’t possibly have-”

I’m sorry, Captain. I’ve made the trip to Storybrooke countless times now but this time… I couldn’t break through. It was like the fury of a storm pushing back against me.

“So the ways are shut to you? Have you ever experienced such a thing before? Has something happened to the town?”

“No, It was more… more like reaching a locked door than an empty room.”

“Thank you for trying, Ariel. Perhaps another way…” He reluctantly handed her the seashell but she shook her head.

“Keep it. Talk to her sometimes. Maybe she missed your first message, so tell her again.”

He nodded and within moments she was no more than a ripple on the surface of the water.

“Emma? Ariel tried to reach Storybrooke, to ensure that you knew the truth but she was unable to pass. I hope you’re safe. I never meant to leave you. I’m trying to come home. I love you.”

She had clasped the shell around her neck hours ago, in the hopes of catching his voice again, and now she’d heard the message a dozen times. Each time a flare of anger rose up in her and she finally glared up at Gideon. “You’re telling me that instead of asking for my help in defeating the apparent source of all Evil, you thought it made the most sense to kidnap my true love and hold him for ransom? Did it occur to you for even a moment that I might have been more willing to help you before you tried to kill me and ripped my true love away?”

“Tell you my plan when you could have chosen to stop me? I’ve worked too hard for this to let it rest on the whim of another.”

“Let me talk to him,” she insisted, putting down what she had been working on suddenly.

“Not until you help me to-”

“No,” Emma interrupted. “Keep him trapped in another realm, fine. It will hurt me like hell but it won’t get you a single step closer to your goal. You need me. But until I’m sure that it is really him, that you haven’t killed him and recorded this message somehow, I’ll not so much as help you resolve a parking violation.”

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                 taken from ian somerhalder’s portrayal of him on the show, not the book.

  • “Hello, brother.”
  • “Stop being cute.”
  • “Nostalgia is a bitch.”
  • “I’m stronger than you think.”
  • “I’m gonna go rip his head off now.”
  • “Our life is one, big proverbial coin toss.”
  • “I could rip your heart out and not think twice about it.”
  • “Sorry to spoil your seven minutes in heaven. We have a problem.”
  • “For someone who doesn’t wanna be like me, you sure are good at it.”
  • “Take it from the guy who supposedly got it all and is sitting with bubkis. Stop moping about who are not and start being the guy you are.”
  • “Very Emerson, the way you reveal your soul. So many… adjectives.”
  • “Is that where you’ve been all morning, out buying bossypants?”
  • “I’m not some drunk sorority chick. You can’t roofy me.”
  • “Does it get tiring, being so righteous?”
  • “You just don’t wanna die, do you?”
  • “Why are you so mean to me?”
  • “Don’t tell me what I can’t do.”
  • “Hashtag, you’re welcome.”
  • “The only one I can count on is… me.”
  • “Today has been a no-good, very-bad day.”
  • “This would be so much more fun if we were naked.”
  • “I guess I’ll have to cuddle up next to the fire with all my rage.”
  • “You brood too much… My actions, they belong to me. I own them.”
  • “I do believe in killing the messenger. Know why? It sends a message.”
  • “Can we not do the whole road trip bonding thing? The cliche of it all makes me itch.”
  • “I look at you and I see myself. A less dashing, less intelligent version.”
  • “Your search for life’s purpose is as obvious as it is tragic.”
  • “I’m trusting you. Don’t make me regret it.”
  • “Alright, brother. Time to go.”
  • “I’d be extra nice to me right now.”
  • “You are officially the most terrifying person I know.”
  • “Didn’t you find it weird that you made a friend so fast? Have you met you?”
  • “I gotta admit, even for me, it’s a little kinky.”
  • “You have no sense of humor.”
  • “So all’s forgiven?”
  • “I don’t do good. It’s not in me.”
  • “Stop being ashamed of who you are.”
  • “I’m better at being the bad guy anyway.”
  • “Take it from me: strange is bad, dead is worse.”
  • “I promise you. I will never leave you again.”
  • “You want a partner in crime? Forget _____. I’m so much more fun.”
  • “You know what they say: the way to a psycho killer’s heart is through his stomach.”
  • “Get your ass out the door before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out myself.”
  • “There’s no such thing as a bad idea. Only poorly executed awesome ones.”
  • “Hindsight is almost a bigger bitch than you.”
  • “I’ve been dead before. I got over it.”
  • “Life sucks. Get a helmet.”
  • “You need to stop doing that.”
  • “Humanity’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
  • “I’m staying clear of all women at the moment.”
  • “I want to throw you back in my bed and never let you leave.”
  • “You went on a murderous rampage. It happens.”
  • “First of all, don’t nickname. That’s my thing.”
  • “And here I thought my future was bleak.”
  • “I have moves you’ve never even seen before.”
  • “You do realize you are dating a reformed serial killer, right?”
  • “You know this whole pretending to hate me is getting a little silly.”
  • “Guilt. Don’t know it, but I’ve heard it can be a royal bitch.”
  • “One thing you’re not going to do, you’re not going to mess with me.”
  • “You’re lucky you’re adorable because your eternal optimism is super annoying.”
  • “If you’re gonna be maudlin, I’m gonna kill you myself. Just to put me out of your misery.”
  • “Sometimes really terrible things happen to amazing people.”
  • “You better start talking or I will kill you in your sleep.”
  • “That’s it? We’re gonna kill bad guys together and you’re not even going to talk to me?”
  • “Is that what you people think of me? That I just instantly resort to violence?”
  • “You are literally the best person I’ve ever known.“
  • “You came here to kill me?”
  • “Eh. I’ve seen worse.”
  • “I think I like you.”
  • “I’m a good guy now, remember?”
  • “I’m lost… metaphorically, existentially.”
  • “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
  • “Just stop talking. Just kiss me. Be my distraction.”
  • “You once told me that calling me Satan was an insult to Satan.”
  • “So I’m thinking of a person. He’s reasonably good looking, charming accent, and he would be the most amazing wingman if he just got rid of his martyr complex.“
  • “Whatever desire you have to save me, I kinda need that right now.”
  • “Listen, how I got this amazing body has nothing to do with science.”
  • “Clarity over cleverness. That’s what I always say.”
  • “You’re choosing that woman over me?”
Comatose-Chapter 2

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there.

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

Waking up the following morning is like ascending from a year in ice. Your heart is cold and numb, eyes crusted together with sleep and dried tears, your lips are cracked and voice scratchy from screaming your pain at the four walled prison you had made for yourself.

You contemplate calling Bucky, going so far as to pickup your phone, ignoring the 80+ missed calls you have from various Avengers. Finger hovering over the call button on the screen, the images of his betrayal replay inside your head. Stifling a sob, it lodges  in your throat, and you dial another number instead, a number you haven’t called in over 3 years, and pray that he will answer. You didn’t leave on the best of terms, after all.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

“What?” comes the gruff voice over the phone.

“Lo-Logan?” you croak, only to have silence greet you.

When the curt reply of, “(y/n)” finally comes, your heart plummets into your stomach. “I’m sorry,” you sob. “I shouldn’t have called.”

“No, wait, (y/n). What’s goin on?” You begin to cry in earnest and then, “I’ll be there in four hours,” comes over the line before it goes dead. You stare at your phone in horror. No… oh fuck..

Scrambling out of bed, you fly into the shower, scrubbing every inch of your skin, shampooing your hair and rinsing in record time. Rushing to your closet, you pick out black, skinny ripped jeans, combat boots, and a studded, capped sleeve, loose fitting t-shirt. You run a brush through your damp hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail before brushing a light dusting of blush across your cheeks and applying a coat of mascara to your eyelashes.

Feeling armed enough to face the onslaught of questions the arrival of Logan will bring, you step into your living area, taking in the shattered glass on the floor. Well fuck, this is a mess, you think as you float the pieces of glass in the air.  With a twitch of your fingers, you disintegrate them before turning your focus to the rest of the apartment. You straighten the hot mess your frazzled nerves made last night with a flick of your wrist, and satisfied with your progress, you sit yourself on the couch. Staring patiently at the door, you await Logan’s arrival.

Three hours and thirty minutes later, you hear a knock on the door, which sends a weird sense of panic and relief washing over you. Opening the door, you take in Logan’s features The man hasn’t aged a day. Strong muscular frame, hair styled just so, and a white wife beater under a leather jacket. Same old Logan.

“(Y/N)” he says in greeting.

“Logan,” you reply as you step aside to let him in. Gesturing toward the couch, you fidget as you ask, “Want something to drink?”

“Nah,” he replies. “What I want is for you to tell me why you called me out of nowhere, sounding like hell,” he states plainly, causing you to sigh as you take a seat next to him.

“I don’t know why I called…” you trail off. “I guess, I needed to hear a friendly voice..I..” You start crying as you try to get the words out. “The man I loved, my boyfriend of two years, thought it a fucking great idea to sleep with my best friend! And then he tells me he’s in love with both of us!” you exclaim shakily. “I’m such a fool to think it could have happened any other way, I mean, you left me for another woman.” You laugh mirthlessly as Logan growls. “Why the hell would it be any different this time? Why would anyone see me as anything else but a pit stop to someone better?” Pulling your knees to your chest, your breath hitches as you ask, “What’s wrong with me, Logan? Why can’t anyone love me enough to stay?”

Crying in earnest now, great heaving sobs shaking your delicate frame, you go willingly when he pulls you into his side. “There ain’t nuthin’ wrong with you, sweetheart. I loved Jean, and I loved you. I just… loved her a lil’ more, and I wound up killin’ her.” He snorts out a self-deprecating laugh. “She broke me, more than once, but you, you saved me. From the nightmares, from the darkness, and I treated ya like shit. I’m sorry for that.” He sighs loudly before continuing. “He’s an idiot, this man of yours, and I’m sorry he hurt ya,” Logan says gruffly

“I love him, Logan. More than I loved you, and a part of me wants to run back there and forgive him for everything.” Licking your dry lips you carry on, “And I need to go back, because it’s my job. People count on me. I’m gonna have to face them both, and deal with this, and all I really want to do is go home,” you say as you cling to his shirt.

“You wanna come home?” he asks tentatively.

“Yeah. I really just want to go home, Logan” you reply truthfully. “I wanna feel anything but this… numbness.”

He scrutinizes you for a full minute before he takes out his phone and dials a number:

“Professor,” he says, causing your head to snap up. “We have a problem.” He listens to the voice for a full thirty seconds before he says, “That’s the lay of the land, yeah. What can we do about it?” Silence again filled the space between you. “Alright. I’ll let her know. See you in a couple of days, Professor.” He presses the end call button and looks down at your shocked face. “Don’t look at me like that. You said you wanted to come home,” he says while quirking an eyebrow.

“I didn’t mean for you to call my brother!” you shriek, scrambling  frantically upright. “We haven’t spoken in more than four years, Logan!” Pacing the length of your apartment, you glare at his smirking face. “There’s a reason I haven’t been home to visit!”

“Well, suck it up, Bub’. He’s makin’ the calls as we speak. You’re being transferred back to the X-Men.”

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Confidential Couple

Request from anon for an Opie x Reader, where the two keep their relationship a secret due to the reader being Jax’s little sister.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

You jump as you feel a pair of hands on your waist, ripping your earphones out and looking behind you. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry.” Opie grins, pulling you back into his chest and wrapping his arms around your tummy. “I’ve hardly seen you today.”

“I know, babe, but my mom is already suspicious. We’ve gotta be careful.” you reason, relaxing back into Opie’s chest and breathing in his calming scent.

He hums in response, his head nuzzling into your neck before his lips start pressing kisses to your skin, your eyes closing as you place your hands over his. “Ope…”

“Jax is fixing up some car, the others are out.“ he mumurs between kisses, your body slowly but surely melting under his desires. “We’ve got time.”

A bang in the distance makes you jump, Opie pulling away from you as you go back to sorting through the box of family photos, your heart beating a thousand times a minute.

When you’re both convinced the coast is clear, you huff, turning around to face your secret lover. “I’m sick of sneaking around, Ope. I don’t wanna be like this anymore.”

“What, you think I do?” he asks defensively, before letting out a heavy sigh. “You’re the one who wanted to keep us a secret.”

“Yes, because I don’t fancy seeing my boyfriend and my brother at each others throats.” you snap, regretting it instantly, though you do nothing to apologise. Closing your eyes, you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated at the whole situation.

“I gotta go.” Opie says, turning away from you and heading out the room. You shake your head at his retreating figure, grabbing your stack of photos before exiting the room, heading towards the main area of the clubhouse.

Pausing your music, you grab a couple ice cold beers from behind the bar, heading out to TM. Just as you reach the garage, bikes fill your ears, the missing members flooding into the lot.

“Need any help?” you ask once you reach Jax, him straightening up from under the cars bonnet, smiling at you in thanks as you hand him a beer.

“Nah thanks, sis, I’m almost done.” he replies, cracking open the top of the bottle and taking a long gulp. “Is Ope alright? He just took off, seems kinda pissed.”

“I’m not sure.” you lie, taking a drink of your beer. Jax nods in acceptance, Chibs, Clay and Bobby saving you from the conversation.

“Doesn’t look too good with the Irish, we need to be on high alert.“ Clay warns, Jax throwing the rag he was holding on the floor. “Get everyone here, lock down.”

Your mind goes straight to Opie, and even though you know he can take care of himself, you know you won’t stop worrying until he’s back. “I’ll go get supplies. Food, drinks, extra pillows. Any requests?”

“Can you get us some cigs please, lass? You know the ones.” You nod in response, checking your pockets for your car keys and cash before practically speeding off.

“Take one of the prospects with you!” your stepdad shouts, you waving him off in response, insisting you’ll be fine.

As you’re moving around the store, throwing pretty much everything in your cart, you ring Opie for what feels like the fiftieth time, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally answers. “Do you ever stop calling?”

“Do you ever stop ignoring my calls?” you sass back, grabbing a huge pack of toilet paper and placing it in your cart. “Irish aren’t happy, we’re on lock down.”

“Shit.” he says, realisation in his voice. “No wonder Jax has been calling me.”

“Yep.” you deadpan, walking down the aisle full of candy, knowing your nephew is going to be bouncing off the walls from all the sugar. “That’s what happens when you act all grouchy, you miss information.”

“I’m not grouchy.” he defends, though you can tell he’s smiling through the phone. That’s one of the things you love about the two of you, how easy it is to forgive and forget. “Where are you?”

“I’m just at the store near Floyd’s, needed an excuse to get away so I could dial you a million times without being questioned.” you reply, already feeling a lecture coming on from your protective ass boyfriend.

“Please don’t tell me you’re alone.” he says, you staying silent. He curses under his breath, keys jangling in the background. “Stay there, I’ll be there in five.”

“Yes sir.” you tease, seduction in your tone, before ending the call. You smile to yourself as you move from aisle to aisle, content with the knowledge that you and Opie are on good terms again, no matter the circumstances.

As you reach the back of the store, the varieties of ice cream making your mouth water, a chill creeps up your spine. You look over your shoulder, the feeling that someone is watching you too strong for you to be mistaken.

You grab your cart, deciding to get the fuck out of there. Of course, your instinct is right, a hand covering your mouth and yanking you backwards so hard you almost lose your stepping.

Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest as you struggle, your screams silenced against the man’s hand. He pinches your nose, cutting off your only air supply as you frantically scan the store, praying that someone, anyone, will walk up the aisle and save you.

You look down, seeking an opportunity as you stamp on the persons foot as hard as you can, glad you’re wearing boots as the man temporarily moves back from you. You have no time to recover as you abandon your items, sprinting towards the exit.

Just as you reach the outside you feel a hand latch onto your hair, a sound of agony leaving your lips as tears fill your eyes, panic and pain flooding through you. He yanks your head back, delivering a harsh blow to your face, your cheek throbbing.

“Fucking bitch.“ the man spits, his Irish accent helping you understand his motive. You try to free yourself, but his grip is too tight, your limbs too weak to fight back.

”(Y/N)!“ You almost cry in relief at the sound of Jax, you twisting to see your brother and Opie running towards you. You’re shoved to the ground, your knees scraping the concrete, a hiss leaving your lips.

Jax rushes to your side as Opie moves to the man, and you’re thankful the lot is empty as the two men start fighting, Jax raising you gently to your feet. “Are you okay?”

You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body shakes with adrenaline. Looking behind Jax, you notice the Irish man is behind held up against the wall, Opie delivering blow after blow.

“Opie! Ope!” Jax shouts, finally forcing his way between the two men. The Irish man slumps to the floor, unconscious, as Jax pushes against Opie’s chest, the taller man deliberating on what to do before he steps back. “I’ll go see if any of this shit has been caught on tape. Take my sister to TM.”

Jax jogs away, Opie’s gaze finally settling on you as he takes you in. “Jesus Christ.”

He’s next to you in a flash, slipping off his kutte and helping you put your arms through the sleeves, warmth and his scent covering you. Your body feels exhausted, drained even, but you resist Opie’s requests to pick you up, knowing you need to keep your strength up.

He’s as delicate as anything as he places his helmet over your head, snapping it shut and making sure not to trap any of your hair as he does so. Once he’s mounted his bike, you settle behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.

Your body is heavy with fatigue as you struggle to stay awake, Opie’s natural warmth making you feel all the more relaxed.

You’re free for no more than ten seconds before you’re bombarded with questions, Opie’s bust lip being ignored once your dark purple cheekbone comes into view, Clay practically frothing with anger as your mom soothes you.

“I fucking told you to get one of the prospects!” Clay shouts, your eyes filling up again as Gemma tries to calm him down. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”

“Back off!” Opie booms as he stands in front of you, your fingers gripping the back of his tshirt, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep in his arms.

“Or what?” Clay responds, his voice eerily calm. “She’s my daughter, I’ll talk to her however the fuck I want!”

“Yeah? Well she’s my girl, so treat her with some fucking respect!” Opie roars, your grip tightening on his shirt as everyone falls silent. You step from behind your boyfriend just in time to see Clay lunge for Opie, Bobby and Chibs somehow keeping the two apart as they try to reach one another.

“Stop it!” you scream, everybody pausing to look at you. “Don’t you think I’ve been through enough tonight?!”

You angrily wipe your eyes as the group watches you silently, pity on all their faces. “Sweetheart-”

“No.” you cut your mom’s sentence short, your voice shaky yet strong. You shake your head in disgust, hating that they’re all acting like this when you could’ve been kidnapped tonight. “I’m going to bed, and I swear if any of you disturb me-”

You swallow the lump in your throat, refusing to break down as you turn on your heel, heading straight to the only place you know you’ll feel safe. Opie’s room.

About ten minutes later, you’re wrapped up in his duvet, wearing one of his giant tshirts and a pair of his boxer shorts. His scent is everywhere, and as much as you love it, it’s making it all the more harder to resist him.

Your phone vibrates, you fishing for it under the covers until you find it, a new message notification on the screen.

You alright? X

You smile despite yourself, messaging Opie back and telling him it’s safe to come in. He does so promptly, an apologetic look on his face as he sees your tear stained cheeks. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you whisper, your voice hoarse from shouting. Once he’s shut the door, he makes his way over to you, crouching beside the bed as he moves your hair around your ear, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

“I’m sorry.” he says, pressing his lips lovingly to your forehead. His tone is nothing but genuine, the look in his eyes the same.

“Me too. I didn’t mean to shout.” He shushes you quietly, a smile slipping onto his lips. “Can you come lie with me, please?”

He doesn’t even need to think about it, kicking off his boots and taking off his jeans before he’s crawling in beside you, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you nuzzle into his chest, feeling as if weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Jax knows, by the way.” he mumbles casually, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. You sit up slightly, eyes wide as you wait for him to continue. “He took it surprisingly well.”

“Really?” Hope floods your body. Maybe now you and Opie will be able to act like an actual couple. Well, once people have gotten used to the idea.

“I mean, yeah, he was pissed at first, but once he realised how much I love you, he understood.” Your heart flutters, a warm flush spreading across your face. Neither of you had even thought of the word love, let alone said it aloud, and Opie’s now nervous expression proved that.

Without hesitation, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his own, your hand going to the back of his head as he kisses you back, your skin tingling as if it’s the first time.

“I love you, too.” you say once you pull away, the words easily rolling off your tongue. “Thank you for protecting me today.”

“I’ll always protect you.” You kiss him once more, before relaxing back into his hold and allowing yourself to drift to sleep, safe in the arms of your lover.

A/N - Really didn’t plan on this being so long, but I hope you like it anyway!!! Been going through a bit of writers block so you’ll have to excuse me for the lack of updates, but I’ll keep trying to produce for you guys! See you next time ❤

The Joyride- Part 3 (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: This is not the last part! In fact, it’s far from it! I plan to write much more after this, so please don’t stop looking for new parts of this story after you finish this one! I’m sorry it came out a bit late. I hit a small bit of writer’s block, but all is well!

Warnings: Angst, description of injury (heart issues, internal bleeding, etc.)

Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @neverlandprincessjaz @steggy4ever

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

Jason felt like something was being ripped out of his chest as he watched through the window of your hospital room door. He could hear your muffled screams, even through the shut door, and each one weighed on him heavily. He didn’t realize that he was crying until Bruce pried him away from the door, and he tried to hell him to let go.

“Jason, calm down,” Bruce implored, placing his hands on Jason’s shoulders. “You need to calm down.”

“But- She- I- She- She’s dying,” Jason spoke through sobs, taking in shaking breaths and letting out weak cries.

“We don’t know that,” Bruce said, trying to reassure his son, despite the fact that he was just as distraught and unsure as Jason. “She’s going to make it.” As soon as he said it, he regretted it. He regretted every empty promise he’d made Jason since this nightmare had begun. But he couldn’t let Jason know that. Not now.

Doctors hooked up all new machines to you as you writhed in pain on the hospital bed. You continued to cry out through the tube, tears streaming down the side of your face. You didn’t know what was happening, but you knew that it hurt like hell.

You were sobbing and screaming through the tube. The pain was something you could only describe as lightning coursing through your veins, and, God, you wanted Jason to be by your side right now.

You felt a sharp prick in your arm and a pressure spreading out from the place where you’d been poked. Suddenly you felt tired, so tired. All you could do was close your eyes and pray that you would get to open them again. But in the moment you shut your eyes and drifted away, it occurred to you that it wasn’t just Jason you wanted to see again, but your family. Your brothers and sisters and Alfred and Bruce. What you wouldn’t give to have your brothers by your side, telling you that it was going to be okay. That you would live.

But you didn’t have much time to think it over as you slipped into unconsciousness.

Jason felt his blood run cold as a long electronic beep, muffled but audible, sounded from the other side of the door.

No,” he whispered weakly, eyes going wide. He felt like he was frozen in place. “No.” Slowly, shakily, he turned his head to look to Bruce. To look to his father. “No.

“Jason, I-”

No. No, no, no, no,” Jason muttered. In that moment, his world came crashing down. He barely registered what was going on around him, Bruce shaking him, trying to get him to calm down, the shouting of the doctors, trying hard to resuscitate you. Suddenly he was acutely aware of how cold the hospital halls were, and how bright the white lights were, and how loud his own heartbeat could be when it was racing faster than he could comprehend. It felt like his head was underwater. He was drowning. He was-

Jason! Jason! Listen to me!” Bruce’s gravelly voice seemed to cut through Jason’s hysteria like a knife. “Listen to me.”

Jason looked up at Bruce, bloodshot and wide-eyed, tears freely falling.

“Listen to what’s happening in there, okay? Listen. Just listen,” Bruce tried, once again taking Jason by the shoulders and looking him dead in the eye. 

Jason nodded and turned his attention towards the door of your hospital room, his breath still shaking with diminishing sobs. 

“Clear!” The sudden sound of the defibrillator decharging resonated from the other side of the door. 

Jason momentarily looked back at Bruce when he felt a hand on his shoulder, but quickly turned his head back to look through the small window of the door, praying that you would come out alive.

“Clear!” Again there was the thunk of the defibrillator releasing its charge, but it was followed by another sound.

Jason was sure that the soft, steady, electronic, beeping rhythm was the most beautiful sound that he’d ever heard.

A couple of minutes later a nurse walked out of your room and into the hallway, looking relieved. “She’s alive, and so far she’s stable.”

Jason didn’t know if he was supposed to smile or cry. Instead, he fell back into one of the chairs and let out a long and shaking sigh. “What- What happened to her?” he asked, trying to regain his composure.

“The internal bleeding cause an irregularity in her heart, but we managed to regulate her heartbeat,” she explained, maintaining a calm and even quality in her voice.

“Is it- Is it going to continue to be an issue?” Jason held his head in his hands, still trying to wrap his head around what was going on. This was all happening so much faster than he knew how to deal with.

“We think we’ve fixed the internal damage but we’re going to keep an eye on her for a few more days,” she elaborated gently.

“A-alright,” Jason replied, sighing. “When- uh- when can I see her?”

“It’s going to be a while longer, sir,” the nurse told him. “We’ll let you know.”

“Right. Thanks.” Jason exhaled slowly and squeezed his eyes shut. The situation finally began to set in and he was starting to process the long term consequences that this entailed. “Oh my god,” he mumbled. “Oh my god.”

“Jason?” Bruce tried, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“How could I have let this happen?” Jason asked himself. “I- I almost got her killed. That should have been me in there. If I had waited five minutes to ask her to go or if I had just picked a different road- 

“There’s no way that you could have known that at the time, Jason. There’s no way that you could know now that leaving a few minutes later or choosing a different road wouldn’t have the same result,” Bruce reasoned 

“This could ruin her life,” Jason argued in a broken whisper. “I could have ruined her life. She’ll be off patrol for weeks and what if this happens again? But- but I’m not there to take her to the hospital. What if-

“Jason. Calm down. There are always going to be a million what-ifs. She doesn’t need you doubting yourself right now. She needs you to be there.” Bruce felt like a hypocrite giving such advice. Listening to Jason’s words was haunting for him. Haunting because that doubt was the same as the doubt that consumed him every time something happened to someone he cared about. Maybe he understood Jason better than he thought. Maybe they were both built for blame.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Jason agreed, despite the fact that he was still riddled with guilt.

About twenty minutes later, the nurse walked back out of the room, wearing the same sympathetic smile as before. “You can go in and see her now,” she said. 

Jason nodded and stood, then went to enter the room, followed by Bruce. Softly, he pushed the door open. He made his way back to the chair by your bedside and sat down, Bruce once again taking the chair by the door.

 You were unconscious still, and the breathing tube had finally been removed. Somehow you seemed more peaceful than the last time he’d been here. Maybe it was his own tiredness, lulling him into a false sense of serenity.

But despite the sense of peacefulness in your rest, Jason took painstaking notice to the red, angry scars that marred your face. Even with what Bruce had said to him, he felt accountable and it made him sick. It hurt to know that this could have been avoided.

He brushed his thumb over your cheek, thinking that you really did look serene with your head rested gently against the pillows and your mouth parted slightly as you breathed in and out.

You stirred at his touch, and slowly your eyes opened and met his 

“Hey,” Jason spoke in a hushed whisper, smiling gently as he looked at you.

“Hey,” you croaked, giving your own weary smile in return and letting out a long sigh.

“You scared the shit outta me, you know that?” Jason chuckled softly, gently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “You really need to quit doing that.”

“Sorry, Jay,” you said with a playful, yet still tired, smirk. Your voice was scratchy and weak. “Can’t really help it.”

He hummed in response, his hand still not moving from the side of your face. “Do you need me to get you anything?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Some water would be nice,” you replied, closing your eyes and humming at the feeling of his warm hand against your skin.

“Okay,” he said, kissing your forehead tenderly as he got up, and went off to get you a bottle of water from the hospital cafeteria.

Once Jason had left the room for the time being, you noticed Bruce sitting by the door.

“Hiya, Bruce.” You greeted your father-figure in jest, your voice still quiet and weak.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Bruce responded, his smile laced with a strange combination of sadness and relief.

“You can come and sit over here if you’d like,” you told him, and nodded to the chair by the side of the hospital bed.

Bruce nodded in return and stood up, moving to sit by your side. “How are you feeling?” he asked, still wearing that mournful smile.

“Like my heart just stopped,” you answered bluntly, earning a small laugh from Bruce. “I guess I feel better. I’m still tired, though, and I really wish this would just end so I could go home.”

“I can understand that. This hasn’t been easy for anyone,” Bruce said. His gravelly voice was comforting, making you feel safe. Like you were back at the manor with the family.

“I’m gonna talk to Jason about it, but I want to stay at the manor for a while after this. I- This has made me think a lot about our family, and I’ve realized how much time I’ve spent away. I want to come home for a little bit, you know?” you told him, turning your head to look over at him.

“You–both of you–are always welcome,” Bruce replied.

You looked over Bruce’s soldier to see Jason re-enter the room, water bottle in hand. “Hey, Jay,” you acknowledged, smiling at him. You couldn’t help but noticed how tired he looked, how his shoulders slumped and how his weary smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Bruce looked back to where Jason stood and got up, allowing the younger man to return to your side.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Jason greeted as he sat back down. “I’ve got your water. 

“Thank you,” you sighed, once again closing your eyes as you exhaled.

“You okay?” he asked, furrowing his brow in mild concern.

“Yeah. I’m just pretty tired is all. Think you could help me with that water?” you asked, mildly frustrated that you couldn’t even drink water on your own.

“Sure thing,” he agreed, twisting open the cap on the bottle.

“I’m sorry that I’m making you do this, Jay,” you apologized, looking up at him pitifully.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? Just take it slow.”


Jason held the bottle up to your lips, slowly tipping it to allow you to drink.

Bruce smiled softly to himself as he watched Jason interact with you. He noticed how Jason showed a gentleness with you that he hadn’t seen him display anywhere else. It gave him the reassurance that as long as Jason had you, he was grounded.

After a while, Jason had settled in at your side, and was reading you a book that Bruce had brought for him from his old room in the manor.

You didn’t really know what was going on within the story. Maybe you would have understood the book better if you weren’t so drowsy, but you didn’t really mind. Jason’s voice was comforting.

He reached a pause in the book and Bruce cleared his throat. “I think I should be getting back to the manor. Call if you need anything from home. I’ll visit again tomorrow. Would you want me to bring the family, (Y/N)?”

You nodded, giving a small smile. “That would be nice.”

Bruce nodded in acknowledgment and said goodbye for the day.

Once Bruce had left the room you turned to Jason. “Hey, Jay?”

“What’s up, babe?” he answered, setting the book down on the side table gingerly.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, but do you- do you think we could stay at the manor for a little bit once I’m out of the hospital?” you asked, giving the best puppy-dog eyes you could from your position. “It’s just that I miss our family and I want to be near them a little more often, a-and I figured it would get really lonely in our apartment, especially when you’re gone, and-”

“Hey, I understand and I agree. That’s a good idea,” Jason said, agreeing to your suggestion surprisingly quickly. “I want there to be someone to take care of you when I’m not at the house.”

You gave the biggest smile you’d given since before the accident. “So you’re okay with it?”

“Yep. I am one-hundred-percent on board,” Jason replied, leaning over to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“I really wish this whole thing could be over already,” you commented, referring to the nightmarish events of the past few days.

“I know, baby. Me too,” he agreed. “Do you want me to keep reading to you?”

“Yes please,” you answered with a tiny nod.

Jason smiled and picked up the book again, flipping it open to the page he had left off on and beginning to read again.

You fell asleep peacefully, lulled to rest by the comfort of Jason’s voice. At least for now, things were looking up.

Jumin Cheating Fan Fic~ Final Chapter.

Warning! This has some self harm/ suicide triggers!! do not read if that bothers you! - Admin Abby

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Also the song is If you don’t know by Five Seconds of Summer

Saeran felt anxiety feel his chest as you hadn’t been answering your phone. He had knew about what happened with a Jumin but had decided that giving you time was best. He had enough of guilt eating at him and immediately tracked your phone, finding that you were at your old apartment. He sped there, not caring about the dangers that could’ve happened. 

 Once he had gotten to your apartment he knocked several times but still got no response.

 "MC! Open the door! I know your in here!“ He yelled and got more anxious as time passed and you still hadn’t opened the door.

 He looked around and saw a small key in the plant you had beside your door. He quickly unlocked the door and raced to your room. The bathroom was blaring with music and the light was on. He banged on the door, calling out your name.

 "MC, open the fucking door!” He screamed, hoping you would hear him over the loud music.

 He kicked open the door and the horrific sight in front of him made him weak to his knees. His best friend, whom he had been in love with for the last four years, was lying on the floor bleeding to death.

 Rage had filled his gut. It was has all his fault. If it doesn’t for him, you would’ve still been here. Or maybe he was too slow? How’ve he let you get away so easily? How did you slip right through his fingers? He hadn’t gotten to your house in time. Your limp body was already on the floor, blood all over your clothes. You looked pale, lifeless. Hot tears poured out of his eyes as the memories of you flooded into his mind. Your beautiful smile and contagious laugh.

 The first time he had ever talked to you, he still regrets that day. The way he treated you now. He never knew that he would ever fall in love. He would crush anyone that hurt you. He held your light body in his arms as his tears dripped onto your pale face. He had called an ambulance and rocked your lifeless body in his arms. How had he let you slip right through his finger tips? He was used to people coming and going but with you it was different.

 I want you to want me to stay

 He wanted you to be with him. He couldn’t lose you. You were the person he was the most scared to lose. You had helped him though all his problems. You had believed him and had hope in him even when he did terrible things to you and treated you like you were worthless. You were all he wanted but you fell in love with another man before he had the chance to confess. 

 And I need you to need me to stay

 He needed you. All he needed was you to be okay. You still had a heart beat. He tried to stop the bleeding however he couldn’t control his tears and his sobs. The fear of losing you was becoming too real. He held you tight against his body and laid a kiss upon your forehead.

 "You idiot. I thought you were stronger than this. You saved me so I’ll the same for you. I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have let you go with that stupid rich kid. I’ll fix you like you fixed me. I’ll crush whoever tries to hurt you again.“ He choked as his sobs got in the way.

 The nurses had rushed in the house and picked up your limp body, placing it on the stretcher. 

 If you don’t know then just let me go

 Jumin didn’t know how to feel when he got the news of you attempting suicide. He felt his heart stop and his blood run cold. He wanted to rush to the hospital and see you immediately but he felt like such a coward. All his stupid mistakes could’ve led to your death. Just the thought of you being gone forever broke him. He didn’t deserve you. After everything he did, he knew you deserved better. Maybe he should just let you go. Let you be free. He had left you to deal with all the pain and suffering while he was with another woman.

 "Babe?” His mistress called out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

 He stood up and pushed her hand off his shoulder.

 "I have to go. When I come back I expect you to not be here. I don’t want to have this relationship with you where I do not reciprocate the same feelings. I am sorry.“ He stated before exiting the room.

 "Driver Kim, please drive me to the hospital. I need to be there immediately. I am in a rush, so please hurry.” He said and got into the back of his limousine.

 Time seemed to be going in slow motion while he was being driven to the hospital. Guilt was eating away at him. He would never forgive himself for hurting the person that was so precious to him. He wanted you. He loved you. He wouldn’t let you go if his life depended on it. He never knew how tight a grip he had on your heart. He had completely ripped your heart out and broke it into a million pieces. He hadn’t expected you to ever forgive him. He won’t ever forgive himself for hurting you to such an extent to where you thought that suicide was the only answer.

 As he arrived to the hospital, his heart raced. He rushed to your room after singing in.

 Saeran’s eyes darkened with anger as the saw him.

 "What the hell do you think you’re doing here?! You don’t deserve to see her! You fucking asshole! You’re a poor excuse for a man!“ Saeran yelled in his face as he grabbed his collar and pulled him down.

 "If she doesn’t survive I swear to god I’ll kill you.” He growled and swung his fist hard against his face, letting him go.

 Jumin winced at the pain and grabbed his cheek. “I know I do not deserve her, however I will try my best to make sure she survives. I will-“ 

 "Just shut up already. Your voice is irritating me.” Saeran growled.

 Go ahead rip my heart out, if you think that’s what loves all about

 Jumin straightened out his jacket and walked into the hospital room. His heart dropped as he saw your small frame on the bed hooked up to machines. He sat on the chair next to your bed.

 "MC, I am so sorry for everything that I’ve done. I don’t know if you can hear me, but I love you. I made terrible mistakes that I regret. I never meant to hurt you. I know I don’t deserve such a wonder person like you. I am sorry that I’ve caused you so much pain to the point of you finding the need to end your life. I know you are stronger than this. I need you to fight okay? I can’t lose you. I need you. The RFA needs you. Please just-“ he interrupted by sound of the heart monitor going flat.

 Tears started to fill his eyes realizing what that meant.

 "M-MC! No! Someone help!” He called out as he felt his blood run cold and his hands shake.

 Nurses and doctors rushed and lead out the door.

 He couldn’t breathe. He felt his whole world come crashing down. You were gone. There was no going back anymore. He could never fix his mistakes. His heart was beating fast and the world around him seemed to be blurred.

 There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Just a world of darkness that was swallowing him up. There was nothing left for him. Never in his life had he ever felt this much pain before. He never even had the chance to say good bye.

 The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained.

i’m sorry that people have left you. i’m sorry your heart was ripped out, ribs broken and lungs barely moving. i’m sorry that you weren’t appreciated, i’m sorry you’ve been used and thrown away. you deserve more than that. you deserve to be the best friend, the most important, the number one. you are more than what you have been given, you are not a quick fuck, you are not a ragdoll, you are not what they have said about you or what you have said about yourself. please, you deserve more. you are more. you are, you are, you are. you are MY best friend, you are THE most important person in my entire life, you are MY number one. you deserve more than the way i treated you today, you deserve every single i love you and i miss you and i want a future with you that you have received. you deserve to be needed and loved and please believe me when i say that i need you and i love you. breathe in, and breathe out. unclench your hands, take mine instead. we can get past this, this isn’t the worst night you’ve had. breathe in, and breathe out. i love you. i love you. i love you. i understand you must protect your heart, but please don’t revert back to rule number one. my heart beats with every breath you take, and every single blink of your eyes. you are more. my love, my darling, my sweet baby boy, breathe deeply and know you are mine, and you are your own. you are not their words or actions. it isn’t your fault they can’t see you for what you are. you are worth more than gold, worth more than whatever the big bang caused, you are worth more than this. i will live alongside you. i will live alongside you forever, and our kids will marvel at the love in our eyes. breathe. our fire will never go dark. you carry my heart with you wherever you go. breathe. i love you. you are loved. you matter. breathe. breathe. breathe.

Ephemeral || 02

(adj) lasting for a very short time

Originally posted by kookielife

pairing: Jimin | reader (with a surprise?)

genre: angst, not too much

word count: 2.1k

summary: six months ago, Park Jimin broke your heart, though getting over him isn’t quite as easy if you’re still in love with him

warnings: none

a/n: I don’t hate any of the people who are portrayed as dislikeable characters in this story! Also sorry that this is kinda short, but I really wanted it to have this ending so yeah :)

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Fifteen minutes into having to sit with Jimin and Irene you felt like ripping out every hair on your head one by one. Jimin hasn’t looked at you even once, but to make up for his loss, Irene went on and on about their relationship, purposely staring you down with every word she said. According to her Jimin was ‘the sweetest guy she’s ever met’, ‘sooo considerate’, ‘showering her with affection and gifts’ and so much more. A part of you wanted to believe that all she rambled about him were pointless lies, but the other, larger part of you believed her and it hurt you more than it should’ve.

As they finally decided to leave, you were about to pass out, Irene having killed the remaining brain cells, that were still there after a night with no sleep. The whole time, you’d stolen glances at Jimin, and you had to admit that he still looked amazing, undoubtedly remaining the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Irene had seen the times you looked at him and started grabbing onto his arm and smiling up at him to ‘mark her territory’. You really couldn’t understand why they even sat down with you guys in the first place but you guessed it was just to bother you.

After they’d exited the coffee shop, you finally felt like you could breathe again. None of your friends wanted to ask you about how you felt, because it could possibly trigger a major breakdown, which wouldn’t be good at all, so you all tried to act like the last twenty minutes didn’t happen. After they left was also when you realized Jungkook’s deathgrip around your shoulders. You let out a sigh and let your head fall back against his shoulder. 

“Everything ok?”, he whispered into your ear and you just lightly nodded eventhough you both knew it wasn’t.

Your self-pitying thoughts were interrupted as Sana started to speak up, her voice loud and cheerful as usual. “So I heard there’s a party at Yugyeom’s dorm tonight and since JK over there is friends with him, I thought we should go.”, she said and drank up the rest of her latte. Yoongi didn’t seem too amused at that idea and groaned, “or you can come over to mine, I still need to finish off some beats.”, he looked at Sana. Yoongi and Namjoon were underground rappers on the side and Yoongi currently worked on some new beats for them, you all knew that it was really important to him. “Aish, but it’s been so long since we’ve gone out, please Yoongs…’, she whined and shot him puppy eyes. 

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Actually I wasn’t planning on going tonight, but I guess I could tell Yugyeom that you guys are gonna show up.”, he uttered awkwardly, which earned a few annoyed sighs. Sana was still trying to get Yoongi to come with her and finally he seemed to give in. That’s another thing about their relationship, every other person in this universe, apart from Hoseok, wouldn’t even stand a chance on changing Yoongis mind about anything, but Sana seemed to work wonders on him. 

“I’m not going either.”, you stated and Sana groaned a disappointed ‘Y/N’, but Jungkook came to your help. “We’ve made plans to hang out today since last sunday, sorry guys”, to which you just gave a convincing nod, eventhough he just told them a straight up lie.

“Since last sunday?”, you asked him with a light chuckle as you left the shop, a few feet behind the others. “I figured you could use a pizza and some company tonight, after… you know.”, he gave you a bunny smile and pushed his bangs out of his eyes. 

You honestly were greatful for a friend like Jeon Jungkook, he always seemed to understand you and knew exactly what you needed when you were down.

“Thanks nochu, I really wouldn’t’ve liked going to that stupid party.”, you sighed and smiled back at him. “I know”, he said and looked around the campus, “I just don’t get it.”, he then stated an a grim tone. You just sent him a questioning look. “I don’t get why Jimin would ask Irene to be his girlfriend.”, he said and you sighed in frustration. “Can we just stop talking about it?”, you pleaded, feeling like all energy was drained from your body. “No just let me finish. He always told me and Tae that he regrets sleeping with her. He also said that he thinks she’s annoying. I’ve never told you this but he really regretted your breakup.”, his voice grew quieter as he spoke and you felt a slight pain creep up in your heart. “It doesn’t matter, not anymore. He couldn’t’ve regretted it that much because he never tried to fix anything between us and now he’s in a relationship with her so he probably doesn’t dislike her as much, does he?”, you let out a humorless laugh and bumped Jungkook slightly. 

“I’m getting over him, so let’s not mention him again alright.”, and he agreed.

As the day carried on you continued to feel down, but still looking forward to your evening with Jungkook, since it’s been a while since the two of you had hung out alone. 

Sana’s been on a constant high since Yoongi agreed to joining their night out and has been distracting you from finishing your essay as she hummed a random song, and that for the past thirty minutes. 

“Hey I don’t want to ruin your mood but it’s kinda hard to focus on this with you singing that stupid song.”, you huffed and she looked up from some kind of mind map she’s been sketching out on a piece of paper. “Sorry Y/N…”, she uttered and paused a little before speaking up again. “You know you can talk to me about it? I know you prefer telling Jungkook but I’ll comfort you too you know? I get that you don’t wanna tell Mina because she’s gonna go full mum-mode again but my point is… I’m here if you need me.”, she sighed and looked at you pleadingly. 

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’m grateful that you care, but there’s nothing to worry about, of course I’m not feeling too great about it but I’ll just suck it up and get over it, that’s what I should’ve done a long ass time ago, and now I feel ready to do exactly that.”, you said and smiled. She seemed happy with your answer and her mood was back to normal. “Ah Y/N, I’m so proud of you! That’s how your mindset should’ve been from the start… or should I say the end?”, she giggled at her own joke and then pointed to your laptop, “You better finish that before Kookie comes here and I’m gonna get dressed for the party. I’m so excited, you don’t even know how long i’ve waited to go out again and Yoongi agreed to come along and I just have a good feeling about tonight, you’ll see!”, she brabbled while leaving the room.

As the evening came around, Mina, Sana and you sat in the living room, you waiting for Jungkook and them waiting for the guys to arrive. Apparently even Namjoon agreed to come with them, neglecting his studying for the night but to be honest he could easily nail the degree at this point. Sana was once again trying to get Mina to talk to Taehyung about her obvious crush on him but she refused like all the other times you’d asked.

When the knock on the door finally came, Sana jumped up and yanked the door open. “Heyy boys!”, she cheered and as she spotted Yoongi, a high pitched squeak escaped her throat. “You look so good baby! I’m so happy!”, she jumped at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I can see that”; he muttered but his tone was affectionate. Their little moment ended as Mina pleaded for them to “move their asses and finally leave”. You waved at them and then looked up at Jungkook who was the only remaining boy outside your door. “Come in, I think I’m starving, you guys took long enough!”

He chuckled and threw his jacket over a kitchen stool. “Sorry princess but we took longer because we had to convince Tae that it’s slightly inappropriate to wear all Gucci to a house party.”, and you just had to giggle at that, invisioning an image of Taehyung with all of his Gucci jackets in your head. 

“You order”, you said as you scrolled through your phone, Jungkook just nodded and searched the number of the pizza place online. When he was done you were happy that the pizza was on it’s way but also frustrated that you still had to wait about twenty minutes. “You want something to drink?”, you asked him as you walked over to your kitchen counter. “You have some rum and coke?”, he asked and you came back with a extra large bottle of coke and a full bottle of rum. “Yes sir!”

The pizza finally arrived and you basically ran to the door, quickly payed the delivery guy and skipped back to the couch, where you and Jungkook had been sitting, drinking alcohol, and happily opened the large carton. You let out a satisfied groan as the delicious smell hit your nose, quickly took out a piece and took a huge bite out of it just to groan once again. “This is so good!”, you uttered as Jungkook finally started eating as well. “Yeah I know this pizza place is the best”, he said while heavily chewing down on his piece. “Thanks for coming over Kookie, it means a lot.” He just smiled while watching the TV, “Always.”

Later that night, both of you had drunken a generous amount of rum and coke, maybe some beer too and you were feeling the emotions coming up. It didn’t help that you had ‘The Arctic Monkeys’ playing in the background. “I know how they feel.”, you slurred as you sat, leaning onto Jungkooks shoulder as he had his eyes closed. “What d'ya mean?”, he muttered and cracked on eye open. “You know, they sing about this whole crawling back to someone thing? I do that too. I’ve done that with Jimin six months straight. They’re like ‘maybe I’m to busy being yours to fall for somebody new’, but I’m not even his. Well if he asked me to be, I would. But he wouldn’t ever ask. I’m such a mess.”, you sighed and tried to swallow the lump that has built inside your throat. “You’re a perfect mess though…”, Jungkook said and pulled you into his embrace. “No, this isn’t perfect at all, it’s just a huge pile of shit. I’d probably beg for him, on my knees to just love me back already, but I’m not even sure if he’s capable of love. Anyway, you shouldn’t have to listen to this.”, you tried to calm down again. “I’m so beyond mad at Jimin for doing this to you. He’s just an asshole, I’m his friend but I’m so done with him really.”, you could feel his muscles tensing up and hugged him tightly. “You shouldn’t worry about this, it’s basically over and I’m ready to move past him.”, you concluded and he seemed somewhat satisfied with your answer.

A comfortable silence settled between you two and you just sat and enjoyed each other’s company. You tilted you head up slightly to look at him, and maybe it was the alcohol in your blood or the fact that he just looked extremely good with his hair slightly ruffled and his lips shining from when he licked off the beer he just drank, but suddenly you felt the desire to kiss him. He noticed you staring at him and looked at you with questioning eyes, but eventually started leaning down to you.

Before he met your lips and he stopped and whispered, “Do you really want to do this?”. And all you could reply was, “What if that’s exactly what I wanna do right now?”, and with that you pressed your lips to his.

She Was Mine {Part 1}

Jinyoung x Reader x Jaebum
Genre: Angst

Two years. That was seven hundred and thirty days, seventeen thousand five hundred and twenty hours and the amount of time you had loved your boyfriend Park Jinyoung. You couldn’t make eye contact with him as he stared at you. A look of confusion on his face as he tried to process the words that you said to him.

“Let’s break up,” you repeated, your throat hurt from choking back the tears.

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Seven Seconds in Heaven

Words: 5.8k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, smidgen of Smut
Summary: In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away. 
Warning: Mentions of death and other sensitive things. Tread carefully.


It’s another argument.

He is helpless. Frustrated. He’s caught in a blind rage that doesn’t allow him to understand why you said the things you said, why you did what the things you did but then the words spew out of his lips without mercy. When the tears cloud your eyes and you rip your gaze away from him, before he can even utter ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it’, you had already said in the calmest voice-

“We are not doing this here.”

Without looking once back, you ran ahead of him, picking up the pace as much your legs could muster while leaving Jin behind you, feeling helpless and frustrated. He watches as your form disappears meters ahead, amongst the crowds as the glow of the street lamps cast shadows on the pavement; they laugh mockingly at him and follow like tails as he begins to race.

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N, wait!”

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In Need of Fixing - Dean Winchester


Summary ;; part II of trapped. y/n and dean are struggling to get back to the way they were before as reminders of what happened previously keep haunting them.

(y/n) = your name

(y/n/n) = your nickname

(y/e/c) = your eye colour

Warnings ;; angst, hallucinations, panic attacks

Words ;; 2.9k

Published ;; 12th april, ‘17


Stay safe + ily☁️

Two weeks later.

The past two weeks had been full of sleepless nights and lonely hearts for the both of you and Dean. And tonight was no different for you in particular as you lay wide awake, staring up at the plain, white ceiling for hours on end as Dean, assumingly, slept soundly next to your restless body.

You didn’t even need to glance away from the plaster above you to notice the fair amount of distance that you had subconsciously put between the two of you in your shared bed. That acknowledgment alone caused a sad sigh to escape past your parted lips.

A quiet yawn emitted soon after and you wanted nothing more than to close tired and weary eyes and drift off to sleep but deep down, you knew it wasn’t that easy. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had a proper, full nights sleep, said sleep usually being plagued by various nightmares that often woke you up accompanied by a scream or broken sobs.

At that thought, you couldn’t help but lightly trace your fingers on the still sensitive skin of your neck; the bruises and swelling had healed but the memories behind the incident proved to be harder to get rid of.

With another quiet sigh, you sat up and slide the covers away from your frame. Being careful not to wake Dean, you threw your legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly, tiptoeing toward the door. You glanced over your shoulder, your (y/e/c) eyes landing and lingering on his peaceful persona before you rid yourself of longing thoughts and exited the room.

You quickly made your way to the spare room in which you had spent most of your nights in the past thirteen or fourteen days. No one blamed you for being scared; they both understood why you felt the way you did. You were absolutely terrified of waking up one day with Dean next to you, his eyes black and void of emotion and his hand around your throat once more.

“I wanted to see the fear trapped in your eyes whenever you saw me.”

You let out an involuntary shiver as his words from before played in your head like a loop before wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself as you settled on the cold, unfamiliar bed that you had barely grown accustomed to even after all that time.

You just wanted everything to go back to normal. You wanted to be around Dean without the memories flooding in and distancing yourself further away from him. You wanted to be with him, like how it used to be. But something was stopping you and you couldn’t seem to get around that.

“Because you’ll end up dead.”

That was the final, dreaded thought that lingered in your head as you slipped into an uncomfortable and unwelcome slumber.

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Lost Series - Part Three

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Part Two :

Pairing : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Originally posted by callmevaleska

Unrelated - But I really love that gif ^^ He looks so cute.

How long has it been? I honestly don’t know. I haven’t seen the sunlight in days. The last time I saw Jerome was the day that I kicked a guard in the nuts and broke the others nose. For doing that, they threw me in solitary. The room was small, with white padded walls. The doctors kept doping me up with something that made my bones feel like mush. I don’t know what it is, but they said it’s to ‘calm me down’. I couldn’t move, or even keep my eyes open.

I haven’t eaten for days because of this. Everyday at the same time they push a plate of food through a slot in the door. Sometimes, I manage to crawl over to it. Eat a few bites before it all comes back up. I feel disgusting. I just want to go home. But that’s the thing, there is no home. To be honest, anywhere would be better than here.

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The Choices We Make

It was supposed to be fluff and ended in so much angst. I’m sorry…we’re only getting started.

The Choices We Make
Part one

With trembling hands, Sakura slowly lowered herself onto the bathroom floor before her knees gave out on her. She exhaled shakily, no longer sure if the churning of her stomach was from what she had just learned or rather the morning sickness she suspected she had been experiencing for a few days now. Most likely a little of both.

It felt unreal. She had thought she had just been pushing herself too hard and not taking care of herself again as the hospital once more became overrun with injured shinobi. With summer about to be in full swing, the number of missions always increased as small cities bordering their country requested the assistance of their ninja. Never once had she considered the possibility of being pregnant. Not until Shizune had teased her the night before when she walked into their shared office to find Sakura demolishing an entire box of donuts by herself.

Sakura would have taken a test right then if not for the fact an entire squadron had been rushed into the ER from an ambush. The women had spent the whole night fighting for the lives of their comrades and while Shizune had chosen to celebrate their victory by catching up on some sleep, Sakura had slipped away to the bathroom.

Another rush of emotion swelled in her chest as she pulled the test from the counter to hold it at eye level. There was no mistaking the double blue line that told her she was expecting, but there was no relief or happiness. Only aching anxiety of what she would do now.

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