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pork-bao-buns · 3 years

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Part 2- Dekusquad

Part One- Bakusquad

Prompt- In celebration of 4/20, these are some headcanons of getting stoned with different groups in class 1-A and throughout bnha.

Includes: Izuku Midoria, Tenya Iida, Shoto Todoroki

TW: drug use, fluff, 18+, mild MILD angsty smut, blood mention

Note: all characters are aged up to 18+

Izuku Midoriya

• He was on patrol in the area and you two ran into each other

• He let you know he was getting off soon and asked if you wanted to go grab something to eat, since you had both been busy doing hero work that day

• You invited him to your apartment for dinner since it was just a few blocks away

• The two of you decided you would cook something together just to have some fun

• He found a jar of green looking butter in your cabinet while he was looking for some spices

• Y/n, what’s this?

• Your breath caught in your throat and you fought to keep your cool

• Oh, it’s a special infused butter use sometimes, but we don’t need it

• He inspected the jar, shrugged, and stuck it back where he found it, much to your relief

• But when you went to the pantry to get some noodles, you didn’t see Midoriya grab the jar, a spoon, and drop a huge dollop of the butter in the sauce

• He wanted to see what was so special abt it

• He shoved the jar back in place just as you came around the corner

• He had a dumb little grin on his face the whole time you were finishing the pasta

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“Holy shit y/n, this pasta is incredible!”

You blushed and swirled some noodles on your plate and watched the hungry hero devour everything on his plate.

“You know, I don’t know why you didn’t want to use that butter, that stuff is amazing!” Midoriya was going back for seconds as the smile fell from your face.

“...what do you mean? I didn’t put any in the sauce?” You shot him a quizzical look as he shoveled more food into his mouth.

“Yeah, but I did when you went to get noodles, and it’s so great! It makes the sauce a lot silkier and—hey!” He jumped as you lurched forward and nabbed his plate, taking it and dumping it into the trash in one swift motion. You kept your back towards him, took a deep breath, and turned to face Izuku.

“Deku… that was cannabis infused butter. If you cook it into something and then eat it, it will get you high.”

The smile fell from his face immediately. He looked at the pasta, at you, and then at the floor.

“Deku, I’m so sor—“

“I HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL IF I GET HIGH I WILL DIE.” His huge green eyes flew up to yours and you could see the panic in them. You quickly flanked to his side, cooing him with reassurances.

“Hey, whoa. No, no hospital, you definitely don’t need to go to the hospital.” You ducked underneath his arm and leaned his weight onto you, guiding him up from the floor and onto the couch. “Listen. You’re going to be okay, but here in the next hour or so, you’re going to start to feel a little funny. But you’ll be okay, and I promise, it won’t last forever.”

He leaned back into the couch, but his body was still stiff. He was still panicking. You tossed a blanket over his lap, stuck a pillow behind his head, and took a seat next to him.

“I’m sorry, I added it to the sauce, I didn’t know…” You took his hand and patted it reassuringly.

“Don’t. It’s okay, we just gotta get through tonight. What will help you relax?” A blush came over his cheeks, making his freckles pop.

“When I was a kid, my mom would play All Might videos to calm me down… I haven’t watched them in a few years, so it might be worth a shot?” You could tell he was embarrassed to admit this, but you were judgement free. You grabbed your tv remote and pulled up YouTube, then selected a playlist of All Might videos that was about 5 hours long in total.

“This okay?” You glanced over at him and his eyes were wide, staring at the screen. He nodded softly and you let out a sigh of relief.

The night went pretty smoothly after that: the two of you watched All Might videos together and reminisced about your later years at UA. You could only tell he was stoned by his hooded eyes and the fact that his usual 100-word-a-minute speech had slowed to a conversational pace. Midoriya eventually fell asleep on your couch and did all the dishes the next morning before you woke up as an apology for accidentally drugging the food.

Tenya Iida

• You had grown up with Tenya, but you were the bane of his existence

• Bc you were a troublemaker

• And Iida despised troublemakers

• When you two were little, it was harmless enough, like stealing snack or telling fibs to adults

• But now you two were grown adults and you still managed to get under his skin

• You still teased him about being a rule follower and it drove him bonkers

• A group of friends had invited you to go to the opening event to some club and you were down but Iida took some convincing

• You didn’t think he was going to come, but he showed up before you could order your second round of drinks

• The two of you ignored each other for most of the night

• But you two could sense the other presence and it became too much

• You slipped out the side door for something to take the edge off

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The door slammed open beside you and your spliff nearly fell out of your mouth.

“Jesus what the fuck is your problem du—,” your sentence was cut off as you looked up and saw Iida hovering above you. Shit.

You tugged the piece from your lips and palmed it, flashing a toothy grin up at him. “Heeeeeyyyyy Tenya...what’re you doing out here?”

“I saw that you were going outside unaccompanied and it’s night out, so I came out to make sure you are safe.” You scoffed. “I did not think I would catch you out here doing drugs!” He yanked your hand and pushed into the fleshy part of your wrist, making your fingers fly open and the spliff fall to the ground.

“Shit Tenya will you shut up? It’s not a big deal, it’s just a spliff. I just want to relax tonight, is that a crime?” You bent down to pick it up but Iida beats you to it, plucking it between two fingers and staring at you angrily.

“Yes, actually y/n, this is a crime because this is drugs and you do not need...this!”

“Oh, so are you gonna throw it away and go tattle on me like when we were kids? God, grow up! Sometimes it’s fun to break rules and do stuff that people tell you not to. You should try it sometime, it might loosen your fuckin’ asshole and make you relax a little bit! This little thing in your hand isn’t going to kill anyone, not even me. So would you just fucking chill and let me smoke my spliff? Please?” You looked up at him, pleading, when you realize his face wasn’t steely like it almost always was. His expression was as if you had just smacked him across the face.

“Tenya… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean all that—“

“Give me your lighter.”

He cut you off and you looked to him in shock. “I’m sorry, what?”

He glared down at you and advanced until he had you pinned to the wall. “Give. Me. Your. Lighter.” You let out an audible gulp as you fished in your pockets and pulled it out, setting it in his hand without breaking eye contact. You felt him wrap his fingers over it and you slip your hand from his grip. He towers over you and he’s so close...you can feel the heat both his body and engines were radiating.

“You think I need to relax? That I need to chill?” You held your breath as he lowered his face until it’s inches from yours.

Then, he did the unthinkable.

He popped the spliff into his mouth, lit the end, and took a deep drag. He held it for a moment, then blew the entire stream right into your face. You should have been mad, but… it was kinda hot. Iida took another drag, but this time he blew it behind himself, not into your face. You finally realized that you had done it. You had gotten in his head, and now he was breaking the rules. You hadn’t thought that this would be the rule he would break, but it was a welcome surprise.

“Oh, so you’re just going to come out here, scare the shit out of me, and then smoke all my weed?” You snatched the spliff from his lips before he could register your words and popped it into your own mouth, taking a deep drag. You held it for a moment before going up on your tip-toes and wrapping your arms around Iida’s neck, pulling his mouth to yours. “Breathe in,” you whispered before putting his lips on yours. You blew your hit into his mouth and he sucked it in. Your lips lingered on his for a moment before you pulled back, blushing. He exhaled the remaining smoke, and you saw him do something you haven’t seen him do in years. He smiled.

You returned the smile and rolled back to flat feet. You could see the blush across Iida’s cheeks and you fought the urge to run your fingers across them. You were unsure if the flush was from the smoking or from what just transpired between the two of you, but you didn’t care.

“See? Sometimes it’s fun to break the rules.” You poked him in the chest and took another drag from the marijuana cigarette. Iida nodded in agreement, but then shook his head.

“Yeah, but this rule was a gross one to break. I don’t know how you smoke that shit.” He turned and hocked a loogie to the ground as you laughed. When he had recovered, you offered him another hit. He was hesitant, but he took it and took another hit before tossing it on the ground and stepping on it.

“Dude!” you shouted, gesturing to the now ruined nub on the ground. “There was still some good stuff in there!”

“I understand, but you don’t need that anymore.” He took your face in his hands, holding your cheeks firmly so he could look you in the eye. “And I don’t ever want to catch you smoking again; cigarettes or otherwise.” You didn’t mind him being rough with you, but you couldn’t fight the urge to antagonize him.

“Or what, Ingeniuum,” you spat at him and his grip slid to your jaw, grasping it tighter.

“Or we are going to have a problem.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, frozen in time. Then, the weed kicked in. His hands melted from your face, down your neck, over your collarbones, down your back until they stopped around your waist, pulling you into him. The feeling was strange, but not unwelcome. You brought yourself close to him, wrapping your arms around his neck again.

“Dance with me, and I won’t snitch,” he lulled into your ear.

“Deal.”

You grabbed one of his hands from your waist and pulled him back into the building. The two of you spent the rest of the night on the dancefloor, intermingled in each other’s arms, thriving off the feeling of the other’s touch. Your friends took notice, and chuckled to themselves.

They knew it was only a matter of time before the two of you hooked up.

Shoto Todoroki

• He knew you were a stoner

• At least, he knew you smoked weed sometimes

• You both worked for the same agency under his father, Endeavor

• Shoto was was a pro-hero training to take over for his father, but you were just a secretary in the office

• Or rather, more of an errand girl

• Todoroki had caught you smoking behind the building on numerous occasions, and he knew that you weren’t smoking cigarettes

• They reeked of something he had only smelled once before when he was on a mission in Amsterdam and a farm had accidentally caught fire due to his quirk

• The smoke of your “cigarettes” smelled just like that day, and while he never told anyone, he was intrigued to say the least

• You had just arrived home after a long day of work and were in the middle of unpacking groceries when you heard a SNAP and your front door flew open, scaring the life out of you

• Shoto stood at the door with a torn shirt, dirty pants and was covered with small cuts and bruises

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“Sho--uh, Mr. Todoroki? Are you okay?” When you had recovered from the initial shock of him busting down your door, you approached him and took in his current state. You knew he was doing field work with his father this evening; it seems like they may have gotten into a scuffle with some petty villains. “What are you doing here?”

You knew of him--who didn’t?-- and had a few short conversations with the hero in passing, but you didn’t seem to be on an ‘I know where you live’ basis with him. You’d run errands for him before, sure, but you weren’t, like his personal secretary or anything.

“Sorry about the door.” His low voice pulled your gaze to his and you could see the fire in his eyes. He was angry, pissed, even, but he was still being polite.

“Don’t worry about the door, are you okay?” Your fingers fluttered above a few deeper cuts along his right forearm, but you dared not touch them. You silently ushered him into the house and sat him down on the couch before running into your bathroom for the first aid kit. You rejoined him on the couch and set the small box on his lap. He moved it to the table and turned to face you. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Y/n, I came here to ask you for a favor.” A small blush rose up his neck and you drew your eyebrows together.

“What is it Mr. Todoroki?”

“Please, you can call me Shoto.” You nodded. “I, uh. I don’t really know how to ask you for this…” He trailed off and his eyebrows drew together, like he was thinking extremely hard about how to form his words. Your stomach dropped.

“You’re not going to ask me to like...sleep with you, right? That’s not why you’re here.” You guffawed and his eyes grew wide.

“No, what? No! I’m here because I know you smoke weed and I’ve had a terrible day working with my father so I was here because I wanted to see if I could try some!” The words poured out of his mouth before he could think about what he was saying. Your mouth dropped open and all the color drained from his face. “Oh, I’m sorry I was being presumptuous I--”

You held up your hand, cutting him off. “You’re here… because you want me to smoke you out?”

“No...I’m here because I want to smoke weed with you.”

“To--Shoto it’s the same thing. How did you even know I smoke weed?”

“I can smell it when you take your smoke breaks behind the building. I know what it smells like, and you’re the only person who smokes back there.”

You stare at him for him for a moment, taking him in fully. He held your gaze unabashedly. He wasn’t joking, that really was why he was here. “So say I do smoke weed. Why do you want to smoke?”

Shoto shrugs. “Mostly because I want to know what it’s like.” He paused. “And to piss off my dad.”

You snorted. “Okay understandable. And why should I share the weed that I might have with someone who’s basically a stranger to me?”

“I didn’t think it would hurt to ask.”

Valid point. You really didn’t mind smoking with him, this was just an odd way to go about the whole situation.

“Fair. And you won’t tell anyone about the pot I may or may not have?” You crossed your arms and Shoto nods, bringing a finger to his lips and zipping them shut. You rarely ever heard him speak, so you had no reason to believe he would blab about anything. “Alright, but this better not be like a drug bust or something.” He shook his head.

“I promise, it’s not. You have my word.”

“Okay, wait here. And while you do, please clean yourself up. You’re bleeding on my couch.” Shoto looked at you and smiled. It took you by surprise. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile before, you thought as you turned and went to your bedroom to gather your supplies. A grinder, a small baggie, and a lighter come from a drawer, and on your way back to the living room, you stopped in the kitchen to grab your bong from the freezer. When you went to start filling it with water, you felt someone staring at you. You turned to see Shoto watching you with intent.

“Is there a problem?” You asked before continuing with your task.

“Why do you keep that vase in the freezer?”

Oh wow, he really was clueless. “This is what we’re going to smoke out of. And it’s in the freezer because hits better when it’s cold. If I had some ice cubes, it would be perfect.” You scooped everything up from the counter and joined Shoto on the couch. He had wrapped up the cuts on his arm and added a bandage to a mark on his face. And in his hands, he had some ice chips.

“Like this? Would this help?” He offered them to you and you smiled. He must have used his quirk to make those when you weren’t looking. You nodded and motioned for him to put them in the top of the piece.

After a brief explanation of how to use it, you handed the bong to Shoto. You offered him a lighter, but he held his hand up, refusing it. He put his mouth on the top of the piece, like you had just shown him. He put his thumb and forefinger together and produced a small flame, holding it to the bowl and lighting the edge of the green. So that’s why he didn’t want the lighter.

You watched the smoke gather in the top and motioned for Shoto to breathe in. He did, and you pulled the stem out, allowing him to clear the piece. “Hold it…” He nodded and held until his face turned red and you told him to breathe out. He coughed a few times, but other than that he took it rather well. Reinserting the stem, you took the piece from him and grabbed your lighter. Before you could bring it to the bowl, Shoto’s hand was on yours.

“Allow me.” Again, he put his thumb and forefinger together and held it to the edge of the piece. You took the hit and passed the piece back to Shoto. The two of you fell into a routine of sorts until the bowl was cashed. You set it on the table and looked at him.

“Can I just say this is weird? This is weird, right?” You were stoned to bits and had no filter between your thoughts and your words. For the second time, Shoto smiled. It was a nice smile, and you remember thinking that he should do it more often. Before you could stop yourself, you said it aloud. “You have a nice smile. You should smile more.” You slapped your hands over your mouth. “I’m sorry--”

“No, you’re right, I should smile more. You’re not the first person to tell me this,” he says, cutting you off. “I just...I don’t know, my brain’s all fuzzy right now.” He was stoned. Even if he hadn’t just said that, you could see it in his hooded, red eyes and slouched posture.

“Don’t worry about it.” A silence fell between the two of you. “Are you hungry? I just went grocery shopping, I could make you some soba or something?” His face lit up.

“I love soba...how did you know that?”

“How did you know where I live?” You shot back at him. He shrugged.

“...I would love some soba.”

That’s all you needed to hear. In a flash you were in the kitchen, cooking for the two of you. Shoto sat quietly on the couch and watched you prepare the food, and while you noticed, you never said anything. His watching was not predatory by any means, just...curious. When you finished you brought the two bowls to the couch and offered one to Shoto. The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking and going rip for rip on your bong. You could have never imagined it, not even in your wildest dreams, but that night, you found a friend in Shoto Todoroki.

Thank you guys for all the love on Part 1, here’s part 2! I have two more parts in the works under this prompt (maybe three? I haven’t decided yet lol). My requests are currently open, so if you have an idea you’d like to see me interpret, let me know! 💕

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itskimtaehyung · 4 years

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Blindspot

Who is he? Who is the man with no eyes?

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader (non romantic)

Genre: Supernatural Horror, Drama

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Everywhere you turn, he’s there, just barely on the edge of your vision. No one else seems to see him. He outside on the street, in your house, in your room. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you’re unable to look at him directly.

Warnings: mentions of death and blood

A/N: if y’all dont already think i’m the worst procrastinator ever i’ll have you know that i started this fic in august of 2018 and meant to finish it for halloween of 2018 but i couldn’t even finish it in time for halloween of 2019 bc im trash

Two children, a boy and a girl, played along the rocks at the waterfront. It was overcast today, as it usually was, and a dense fog rolled over the bay toward the shore. They scuttled along, chasing crabs, attempting to grab the tiny, orange critters as they disappeared into the water. Their mother watched from a bench a few feet away.

“Be careful, loves. We can’t afford to lose anymore people here.”

The children nodded understandingly and proceeded with their activity. That is, when the eldest, the sister, spotted something strange amongst the jagged rocks that jutted out from the mellow tides.

“Mommy! What’s that?”

The mother stood up from the bench and calmly strolled over to her daughter. She peered down at the rocks, and saw the strange figure that was jammed between them.

The mother let out a sigh. “That’s Stephanie. Do you remember her? She baked brownies for the bake sale last month.”

The son nodded. “I thought she went missing last week.”

“She did. This is where the people who go missing sometimes end up. Come on, children.” She held out both her hands and each child took one. “You two walk on home while I go tell Sheriff Strazzeri.”

Emerald Bay was too small for a proper sheriff’s department, or a crime scene investigation unit. It was just Sheriff Strazzeri, passionate about the law, and his son, Will, who attended the town’s subpar, probably not accredited by any other town’s standards, medical school. Together they investigated all the weird things that happen in this tiny town.

People always say there’s nothing to do in Emerald Bay. They’re pretty much right. It’s a small coastal town, with a population of about four hundred and declining. On the east side of Emerald Bay is the Marina, lined with abandoned boats that smell of rotting fish and are covered with ancient, dried-up barnacles. On the west side is your ticket out: a dirt road that leads into the forest, a thick, dense barrier of emerald painted evergreens. That’s where the town gets its name. And past the forest is the farmland, and past the farmland is the big city. So why don’t people leave Emerald Bay? Why don’t they abandon it completely?

The answer? No one ever makes it out of the forest alive.

Everytime someone packs their bags and tries to leave Emerald Bay, something prevents them from truly leaving. You remember when you were young, maybe three or four years old, your neighbor, Ben, decided he had enough of the monotony of this town, and got in his car and started driving. You thought he was off to a bigger and better life, somewhere out in the big city, but three days later, they found his car broken down on the road in the forest, with his dead body rotting inside.

A few years before that, a woman who had been widowed, thought it was too difficult living in the house she had shared with her husband. She didn’t even take her things. She just started walking. She wandered into the forest, and a few days later, her body was found floating in between the boats at the Marina. In the pocket of her yellow raincoat was a piece of paper, surprisingly undamaged. On it was a drawing, done in what appeared to be blood. It looked like it was drawn by a toddler, simple and cartoonish. It was of a man, or rather a stick figure, with something over his eyes. Below the drawing were two words: SAVE ME.

This has been going on for as long as anyone can remember. Residents have tried to explain this strange phenomenon, sometimes with outlandish theories. But the most common theory, and what you think is the most plausible one, sprang from the drawing found in the widow’s pocket.

Many think that she was trying to warn us. That she drew it in a haste before she died. Many think that there is a man in the forest. One that wears a piece of cloth over his eyes. One that takes the lives of anyone who wanders into his home.

Supposedly he lives in the forest alone. Deep into the dark woods, making himself known only at night. His skin and his hair are an ashy gray, and he is said to glow under a full moon. But the most distinguishing thing about him is he always wears a black blindfold. Why? Because he is blind. Because he is the man with no eyes.

You have always been interested in this kind of stuff. The spooky, the scary, the unsettling. Slenderman theories completely consumed you in grade school. So did werewolves, ghosts, and all things supernatural. You’ve always managed to prove them all as myths. Except this one.

You had almost forgotten about the man in the forest until last week.

Mark was a well beloved citizen of Emerald Bay. You had been in school with him your whole life. He was so incredibly smart and gifted. Everyone thought he would become mayor one day or something. That is, until a couple of weeks ago, when he went missing.

His family said he went to buy milk from the grocery store and he never returned. All of Emerald Bay were on the lookout, although there aren’t very many places to hide in such a small town. He had no reason to run away either. His parents were very loving, and his friends were supportive. No one ever imagined that he would do such a thing.

A week after Mark went missing, his body is found at the edge of the forest. There’s no sign of injury, and he wasn’t gone long enough to die from thirst or starvation. Will can’t find anything wrong with him. He can’t even determine when Mark had died.

As an ordinary citizen, you don’t have access to many of the details surrounding Mark’s death. All the information you get is from what they print in the local newspaper, and you know those things never tell the whole story. You began volunteering at the local library a few months back, hoping to gain more access to the towns archives, but there are so many newspapers and journals that it quickly became overwhelming, and you put a pause on poring through them. However, being the urban legend enthusiast you are, you want to know more, and the only way to get information is to dig it up yourself.

That’s why you waited until tonight, the night of the first full moon since they discovered Mark’s body. You equip yourself with a flashlight, pepper spray, and a sledge hammer (you know, just in case). You’ve never hunted this kind of creature before, so you don’t know what kind of equipment you would need. It’s stupid to go out into the forest alone, especially on the night of a full moon, but you don’t know anyone stupid enough to agree to go with you.

The streets are dead, as they are every night, when you pull your car up to the edge of the forest. You can see the full moon peeking through the branches of the trees, round and luminous.

You must go on foot from here. The roads in the forest are bumpy and jagged from the tree roots breaking through the asphalt. You would bust a tire within seconds of entering.

The chilly sea breeze nips at your skin when you exit your car. You pop open your trunk and grab your hunting supplies: An EMF meter you built yourself, your sledge hammer for defense, holy water blessed by Reverend Kang, some dried sage, and a wooden stake because vampires aren’t real but you never know, right?

You close the trunk and step away from your car. The breeze seems to get stronger as you walk toward the forest, almost as if it’s pulling you into it. You let it lure you in amongst the trees. You follow it until you can’t see your car behind you anymore, and still you continue on. You make your way around a large tree and then stop dead in your tracks. In front of you is a figure, glowing so brightly that you can’t discern any actual shapes. You just know that it is vaguely human.

“Y/N.” The sound echoes in your ears. The voice is melodic, calming, unlike anything you’ve heard before.

You struggle to catch your breath. “H-how do you know my name?”

“I know everything.” The figure lifts its hand up and beckons you. “Come closer.”

You can feel your limbs wanting to move on their own. You try to resist it and stand your ground. You don’t want to go near him. You want to stay a safe distance away, but he’s too strong, and he pulls you closer to him. Soon, the two of you are face to face, and you can make out his features. His hair glows silver, and his icy white skin contrasts starkly with the black blindfold that covers his eyes. He radiates a strange energy, one that you’ve never experienced before. It’s cold, yet warm at the same time. Goosebumps prickle on your skin, yet your body feels feverish. Your chest feels tight as you struggle to fill your lungs with air.

“W-what are you?”

He doesn’t hesitate to answer. “I am ancient. I am the only one of my kind, therefore I don’t have a name. But you may call me Jimin.”

“Jimin,” you mutter in awe. You have so many questions for this strange creature. You never thought you’d actually find him, and now that you have, you must make the most of it. “There are so many things I want to know. Why do you take people? Why do you kill the residents of Emerald Bay?”

“I simply call to them. It is their choice whether they answer or not.”

“Are you calling me to right now?”

“Yes.” Jimin furrows his brows in confusion. “But you seem to be resisting my charm.”

“I’m not here to be your next victim.”

“Then why are you here?”

“LIke I said before. To find out why you take people, why you kill them.”

“But that’s not the only reason. The people who come here are unhappy. They want more from Emerald Bay. No one wanders into the forest, no matter how curious, unless they don’t mind being taken.”

“That’s not true,” you refute.

“Isn’t it? Think about everyone who has wandered in here. Think about your own self.”

You open your mouth to speak, to tell him he’s wrong. But with the blink of an eye he’s gone.

You drive home dejectedly. Yes, you found Jimin, but now you have more questions than answers. What is he? Why does he kill people? How does he do it?

You get farther and farther away from the forest. It’s nearly morning and the AM fog is starting to roll in from the ocean, coating the town in a thick blanket of gray. It’s so thick, you can barely see the block ahead of you. Your eyes momentarily wander away from the road to check your mirrors. Your tires screech as you suddenly slam on the brakes. You rub your eyes and blink. You could have sworn you just saw something in your back seat. And you’re almost positive that something was Jimin. But as you glance back up at your rear view, there’s no one there. It’s just your empty back seat and the eerie fog behind you.

You tell yourself that you’re just seeing things. You didn’t get any sleep last night and you’re starting to hallucinate.

When you get home, you’re so exhausted that you immediately collapse onto your bed and fall asleep. If you dream that night, you don’t remember any of them.

You sleep until you can’t anymore, and you lay in bed until your body aches. It screams at you to get up, and so you do, making your way to the bathroom to wash your face.

You splash the cool water over your skin, rinsing off the cleanser that still clings to the area around your eyes. Afterward, you use a towel to pat your skin dry and take a look in the mirror. You freeze and nearly drop the towel. Over your shoulder, you can see Jimin standing, watching but not watching.

You whip around but there’s nothing there. When you look back in the mirror, he’s nowhere to be seen. You got plenty of sleep this morning, so there’s no reason for you to be seeing things. But what else could possibly explain this?

Something doesn’t feel right.

As hard as you try, you can’t bring your eyes to open. You can sense it. You can feel something in your room. You sense an unmistakable presence at the foot of your bed. It feels, evil, demonic, malevolent.

You gasp for air, but the blankets seem to suffocate you. You want to push them off so you can breathe, but you’re paralyzed. Your heart races as you try to will yourself to open your eyes, to take a deep breath, anything.

As quick as it comes, the feeling is gone. Your heart is beating out of your chest. You wiggle your toes to see if you can move again, but you’re too scared to open your eyes. Instead, you bury yourself deeper beneath your covers and try to fall asleep, but you can’t shake the feeling that something truly evil was just in your room.

When you finally succumb to slumber, you dream of the forest that night.

You’re running. The brisk air and the smell of pine nip at your nostrils. Your lungs burn, and no matter how hard you push yourself, you can’t seem to move faster than a crawl. You feel something chasing you, and you’re trying to get away. You’re trying to get back to the main road where you’ve parked your car, but the only thing around you is endless forest. Your heart feels as if it’s going to explode.

Faster, faster, you tell yourself. But it’s no use. You can’t go any faster.

You run and run. You don’t see the fallen branch on the ground until your foot catches on it, and you hurdle forward, putting your hands out to break the fall.

But you never hit the ground, because the panic jolts you awake.

This time you’re able to open your eyes, and it’s daylight out. Your clock says 7:03, twelve minutes before the alarm is supposed to go off and you have to get ready for school.

When you sit up your brain pounds with a massive migraine that leaves you a bit nauseous. You wash your face in the sink like you do every morning, but today, you don’t see Jimin in the reflection with you. You bend over to rinse the cleanser off your face, and when you stand back up straight, you’re hit with a sudden wave a dizziness. Bile makes its way up your throat and you heave violently into the sink until it’s filled with thick, dark blood.

When you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you see your mouth covered in red. You stumble back as a high pitched scream rings through your ears.

Your mom rushes up the stairs and sticks her head in to the bathroom. “Is everything alright? Why did you scream?”

You turn to face her. Can’t she see that your mouth is covered in blood? She’s not looking at you in horror, her concerned expression does not waver. When you glance back in the mirror, there’s no blood to be seen, and the sink is spotless as well.

“Ye-yeah, Mom. I just…” you wrack your brain for an excuse, “thought I saw a spider. That’s all. Everything is fine.” But you can still taste the metallic tang on your tongue.

When she leaves you look back in the mirror and Jimin stands in her place. You can feel his gaze piercing through the cloth over his eyes.

With the blink of an eye he’s gone.

Your life goes on like this for days, weeks. Everywhere you turn, he’s there, just barely on the edge of your vision. No one else seems to see him. He outside on the street, in your house, in your room. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you’re unable to look at him directly. You can’t sleep. You can barely eat. You can’t focus.

You can’t stand it anymore. You need answers.

The Emerald Bay Library is old, much like all the other buildings in Emerald Bay. It’s been here for longer than even the oldest residents of the town can remember. Its shelves are filled mostly with novels from the previous century. No one knows where they came from. They seemingly just manifested one day. It’s part of the mystery of how this town came into existence.

After your volunteer shift, you tell Head Librarian Kim that you’re going to stay behind to do some research for a class project. He hands you the keys and tells you to lock up when you’re done without questioning you any further. The second he leaves, you head a computer to search the town archives. You look for journals, newspaper articles, anything that documents strange and inexplicable happenings. You write down some promising pieces along with their call number and set off to find them.

When you turn the corner to head down one of the aisles, you can feel him. You look around you, seeing if you can find him lurking in the shadows. You don’t see anything, but his presence, the heaviness in the air, this thick, eerie feeling, is unmistakable.

Shrugging it off, you scan the bookshelf for what you’re looking for. You trace your fingers over it’s spine, almost as old as the town itself.

The Mystery and Lore of Emerald Bay

You pluck the book from the shelf. It’s dusty, like it hadn't been touched in years.

You wander over to the tables that sit in between the shelves and take a seat. The book’s leathery cover feels dry beneath your fingers. Stiff and crusty. Dust flies up toward your face as you open the book and flip through its yellowed pages, filled with handwritten and hand drawn accounts of unexplained phenomena that once sent the town into panic.

The first is the chupacabra, from the time the town’s cattle were disappearing. Turns out it was just a resident who didn’t want to pay for beef at the local butcher shop and decided to take and slaughter them for himself.

Then the Emerald Bay Monster, which was quickly determined to merely be driftwood.

Along with a few other things that have since been solved by modern science. Things like poisonous mushrooms, lightning bugs, and fairy rings.

Finally, at the end of the book, you find what you’re looking for.

The Man with No Eyes

You skim through the introduction and description of Jimin, then some eye witness accounts written by former residents of Emerald Bay, long dead from old age or maybe even something more sinister. Then you find what you’re looking for.

Not much is known about this mysterious man, only that he kills. Some say that he is both immortal and invulnerable, making him impervious to any harm one might attempt to inflict upon him. However, there are rumors from the ancient times about this man. There have been no records of whether anyone has actually attempted these methods, however, the creature still stands, which is a testament to something. If one truly wants to know, legend has it that the only way to kill him is–

You’re about to turn the page only to find that the subsequent pages have been ripped out, and on the back cover, written in what appears to be blood, are the words:

YOU CAN’T KILL ME

You drop the book as soon as you see it.

You want to yell at him, to scream. But it’s hard to talk to something you can’t face directly. “What do you want? Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“I will be here until you give into me.”

You whip your head around, only to be met with dusty bookshelves and darkness.

“Is this how you got the others to do it? By messing with their heads? Come out where I can see you!”

That’s when the bright, glowing figure steps out from the shadows and stands in front of you. His face is expressionless as he stares at you through the pitch black blindfold.

“Do you think they just happened to go to the forest, just because you wanted to?” Jimin asks. “No, that was me, calling to them. And now I am calling to you. I have come to claim you. It is your time.”

You shake your head and stand your ground.

“Come to me,” he beckons.

“And what if I don’t?”

“Then I will choose someone else,” he answers plainly.

“I don’t want someone else to die but I don’t want to die either!”

”Then don’t. You don’t have to die. Just come to me.”

“Why don’t you just leave me alone? Why don’t you leave all of us alone?”

“It’s not in my nature. My species feeds off of your energy, your sadness.”

“And if we don’t give it to you, you die?”

Jimin chuckles. “No, you can’t kill me that easily. I simply get angrier, more violent until I get what I want.”

When he smiles, you can see his teeth. Sharp, jagged. There are rows of them, like shark teeth. Your heart pounds in your chest. You take a step back, but Jimin is quick to step toward you. You take another step, but the backs of your legs hit the table. You quickly dart your eyes around the room, searching for an exit route. There are tables, chairs, and shelves in the way. The main entrance is on the other side of the library, and Jimin stands in the way of the emergency door.

“There’s nowhere for you to run, Y/N. Because as fast as you run, I will always be faster.”

“What happens when I give in?”

“You’ll find out.”

He removes his blindfold to reveal the brightest, most blinding light you have ever seen.

The same woman watches as her children play along the shore. a light breeze blows a crumpled piece of paper to her feet. she picks it up and reads it, sighing.

MISSING PERSON Y/N Along with a photo your mom took of you two years ago.

You’ve been missing for over two months now. Usually the bodies turn up within a couple of weeks. No one was brave enough to go into the forest to look for you. Not even Officer Strazzeri. Not even your mother.

Maybe you weren’t taken. Maybe you were a lucky one. Maybe you were actually able to escape Emerald Bay onto bigger and better things.

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8.07

Well, damn

the girls looking so good 😭😍💖 fashion queens

“Sometimes, we simply see each other through fresh eyes and there’s joy it in”

The Turner’s poppin bottles in the house

I still love Mother Mildred she’s wild

Poor sister Frances, literally the new sister Winnifred 🤦🏼‍♀️

Now she’ll have her “first birth experience” and will have the “I’m a midwife, I can do it” epiphany lmao

Sister Hilda has some good lines lol

Hard boiled eggs yum 😂😂 LMAO ew who wants that as an appetizer or hor d’oeuvre

aw there’s baby teddy, the writers remembered his existence this time

small dry sherry pls

Set aside the bottles we are popping birth control pills ladies, on the daily so they work

violet is me in some situations like great idea but who is paying? 😂😂

POSEIDON’S HIPPYCAMP LMAOOO WHAT?

I love sister Monica Joan

Does England have any gold Olympic medals? 😂 no shade I’m just curious

Silver is still good lol but sister MJ ain’t about it

I would like to join the Phyllis Crane fan club thanks

Ofc they were right there’s like single young moms every other episode

So she’s got an STD

Are we guessing her husband is cheating? Cause I am

THE PRIDE OF THE NATION IS AT STAKE LMAOOO SHE’S SCOUTING THE KIDS FOR FUTURE ATHLETES

I want some chips even tho I still can’t used to calling them chips

YAS Mother Mildred Lmaoo tell sister J about it

Sister J has been pushed the side this series and then they give her a time to make a point and nothing lmao, the same lines she said 3 series ago about the pill

I’m offended write sister J better pls

Val spilling family tea

Her poor grandmother tho 💔 so glad a lot has changed in 60 years (even tho more still needs to change )

Miss Higgins and Phyllis is the duo I didn’t realize I wanted to see? Give us more

I knew he was cheating !! Trash

Fountain of all wisdom😂

LMAO Mother Mildred knows Phyllis isn’t down for him

Gonorrhea,,, shit

(chlamydia is the clap tho? do british people call both the clap?)

Not a chartreuse fan but cute coat for shelagh

“Nice to see you kid” pure 😭

PHYLLIS’ CRINGE at the comment I love Lucille tho lmao

“WE’VE ALL HAD A DOSE” SJSJSJ BRO ACTUALLY WE HAVEN’T LMAO

He said he paid for it so casually, why are a lot of men trash?🤦🏼‍♀️

!Courage and humility! We know this, esp humility lmaooo

This other husband seems better

Shelagh’s plaid pants Yass i love

I hope they show the Turner’s talking to the kids, as sad as it is you gotta shed light all the harsher reality side to fostering kids

My best friends’ growing up parents’ fostered so many kids throughout our childhood is was always sad watching kids come and go

“Bribery and corruption?” I love Beatrix 😂 I love when her series 1 playful/jokester self shines through

Ok but not gonna lie I LOVE Bingo LMAO

“Miss Anderson” 😭😍 pure af and she looks so pretty

Where was sister MJ when I was having nervous breakdowns failing all my math courses? 😭

An enema sounds like a nightmare Lmaoo

Aw here comes the talk 😭

Not “the talk” but that would actually be SO funny omg imagine LMAO

Idk why I expected the little kids to say something lol but at least they showed it 😭poor Tim tho

Trixie looks so good serving some mod 60s realness!!

Val’s outfit is cute too

Damn it there was the chance to bring back “children are more resilient than you think” !! (Sister B said that right?)

The fear of God “I’ve already got that” LMAOO sister Frances

My fam loves bingo we play it at my grandma’s I miss it 😂 this caller isn’t that exciting tho

also am an active player of bingo when we go on cruises bc once again YES, I am actually a 60 year old woman

“WAS SHE WORTH IT?” LMAOO

Why didn’t he yell BINGO in confused? LMAO is this british? Who says house??

Why is it hilarious to me that the hookers know Dr Turner?😂

elbow first?? Whatttt the hell

There’s the little fish looking baby 😂

Aww she’s all crusty but reminds me how excited I am to meet my niece when I get back to the states 😭

There’s the new instilled confidence lol predictable af but still sweet

Nosy bitches, I’d be so catty and just start calling people out on their issues lmao

oh yikes that’s a nasty boil

They’re having a whole party 😂

and now the party’s over

Passing the magazine that’s so cute

“What an honor” uhhh

“Hope my Val is like you” pure 😭😭

Omg she wanted to be a nurse my heart stop I’ll tear up

Are we supposed to feel sorry for Mr Pugh? Bc I don’t (am I being insensitive idk tbh)

baby girls are winning tonight

aw she’s so tiny

“You are Artemis” YAS love that greek mythology😂😭 I will scream it everywhere I love sister MJ

Who thought making “Aunt Flo” a character was ok LMAO

IF GRAN IS DEAD IM SUING OMG SJKJKJK

OH SHIT PLOT TWIST

Was not expecting that. what the fuck

And sister Mildred’s leaving aw 😭I’ll miss her

she’s like sister Evangelina but on another level lmaoo

Why is she leaving mysteriously after her “work” is done like a magical movie nanny? lollll

I guess this isn’t the best time to say it but this shuts down the speculations that Val had an abortion?

Ok Agnes is an ugly name but do you

this is so so sad 😭😭 this is why safe abortions need to accessible bc this is how it happens when it’s illegal

burning the fucking money, this is so heavy

They both have points tho so you can’t even point fingers at who is right or wrong in this situation. There’s no good or bad, it just is

Honestly the real one in the wrong here is the damn government who fails the state when they don’t give a damn about women and don’t provide access to legal & safe abortions and just overall make women (esp poor women)’s lives so freaking difficult !!

is Val going to call the cops? I know this isn’t the end of it

There’s Britain’s gold tho 😂

“We can never foretell when our fortunes will turn or when the story will change. Sometimes we see each other through fresh eyes and there’s no joy at all. We see what was concealed and what is shameful. We see what is true, and nothing familiar remains...”

Damn this was heartbreaking but also the best episode this weekend.

#call the midwife #comments #just random thoughts and rambles tbh

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