#i'm in the mall and the floors don't help me run fast enough and my people are chasing me

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Sweet Apocalypse 2 Arc is a-go!

*It's a normal night for the Variettes and Spud in the Darkside of the Mall*

Mango: Aww, Spud! It's my turn playing with Cheddar!

Spud Muffin: Nuh-uh! Give me a few seconds- Cheddar? Remember what we practiced?

Cheddar: *squeaks*

Spud Muffin: Cheddar, barrel roll!

Cheddar: *rolls around*

Spud Muffin: And.. fistbump!

Cheddar: *tries to fistbump but it ends up being a high-five*

Spud Muffin: Eh.. Close enough. Anyway.. Ready for the last one? Cheddar, use boost speed!

Cheddar: *runs far, dodging all the junk, and then gets back fast*

Spud Muffin: You made it!

Grape: Cheddar gets a new record. Just 3 seconds faster than before!

Apple: Cool! Even better that Cheddar now knows how to get around the tunnels fast-

Mango: Okay, my turn! *cuddles Cheddar* Who's a cute rat? Who's a good critter? You are! You are!

Cheddar: *squeaks contentedly*

Melon: Hey guys! Pineapple has a big fun announcement for us tonight!

Mango: Oooh! Really? *drops Cheddar but Spud grabbed him in time* Oh! Oh! Tell me! I wanna know!

Pineapple: Well, the human allies are gonna make biggest party on "New Years" and we're all celebrating it!

Mango: Ooooh! I wanna go! Let's go-!

Peach: Hold on here, Mango! Let her finish!

Pineapple: Okay.. Since this will be our 1st year of our generation being alive, the botbots from different places are gonna make their own party to celebrate and then make something for the biggest party held outside! So we're gonna party and then help out to prepare the Mall botbots surprise for the biggest party!

Everyone: Oooh!

Grape: Huh.. First a small party.. and then a big party? That does sound fun but it'll take a lot of energy..

Mango: What are we waiting for? Let's go out and party!!

*As they're going to the other side of the Mall, Cheddar sniffs the air, then freezes up. After that, Cheddar hides behind the group*

Spud Muffin: Cheddar? You okay, bud-? *sniffs the air* Oh.. no..

Grape: Huh? You alright?

Peach: Cheddar? Spud? What's wrong?

Spud Muffin: The air smells too sweet.. Do you think it's the. . . "sweet apocalypse incident"?

Peach: Spud.. That was many months ago.. It won't happen again! Don't worry about that!

Spud Muffin: I don't know.. I have a bad feeling about this.. Heh.. I'm too paranoid.. Maybe it's just my imaginatio-!

*a wave of sugar comes close to them*

*they braced themselves for impact, the wave stop at the last second, a hand came out, then a figure appeared*

Lady Macaron: bonjour! Do you like my sugary wave? I can control it now!

Melon: wait you're not... "Power crazy anymore"?...

Lady Macaron: nope! After the "incident", I managed to have... Some of the sugar wave power, but it was teensy bit weak, but I practiced! Look! I can make this floor wafer! *Stomped on a tile and turned it into wafer*

Everyone else: ...

Lady Macaron: not a big fan? Pfft, fine *stomped again, the tile reverted to normal*

Peach: a- are you sure it's safe?

Lady Macaron: of course it is!

Spud muffin: um... Great...

[streetlites]

I sighed as I turned on the manual drive system. Driving always gave me a sort of calm - something to focus on and quiet running thoughts. I floored it going onto the tunnel leaving Windenburg heading down to Newcrest turnpike, my detail falling behind - hoping to lose them in the early morning traffic.

The early morning DJs had switched to other topics of conversation but I could only imagine my wife's rage when she'd hear about it. She was angry enough that our daughter had brought her boyfriend, but to hear 'hot and heavy'? I winced. It wouldn't come from me. I didn't know if it was an act of rebellion or a way of protecting the man but I do know that Vera always has a reason behind her actions. And considering how discrete she always had been, she was sending a message. One I didn't understand, but I suppose the message hadn't been meant for me.

Whatever it was, to say Emilia was pissed was an understatement - which is why I was now barreling down the turnpike to Newcrest; she wouldn't have been in a place to handle this delicately. I quickly passed the north side that had been part of my family's territory for generations into the buffer zone that we'd agreed upon with the Landgraabs - back when our families were little more than bands fighting over rubble.

I almost admired her ingenuity to hide herself here. Not that it mattered. Once my wife had a sneaking suspicion about why she wasn't in medical school, she would have sniffed her out even if she had ran to Sulani. Territory or no, she would have jumped in and lit up anyone in the way. That's what I loved about Emilia, her tenacity. Her fearlessness. But my wife on a visit to someone when she was already outraged? Well, that was not the makings of a good first impression.

I frowned as the GPS chimed to take an exit on a road lined with rundown strip malls, a few looking to be mostly vacant. I didn't feel any better when I turned down the road to go to my target's apartment - there were multiple complexes, most had the look of old, repurposed motels. I was only slightly relieved to see the complex she resided in seemed to be newer.

There were children riding in circles on the lawn and parking lot, one stopping to ogle my car. I smiled at him politely as I killed the engine and stepped out. "Braden! Come back up here!," yelled a woman from her seat outside of her apartment.

The boy, Braden presumably, ignored her. "Cool car!" he squeals, hopping from foot to foot. "Does it go really fast? I bet it goes super fast!"

"Braden!" can the voice again.

"It does," I tell him. "Say, if I paid you, would you watch my car for me? Make sure no one scratches it?"

"Really? Okay!" The child's eyes grow wide as I opened my wallet and handed him a few bills,"Oh! Oh! Do you mean it? I can keep all of this?"

"Absolutely." I stuff the wallet in my back pocket.

"Can my friends help me?"

"If you want them to. It's up to you if you want to pay them, too."

I walk past the child as he calls out to his friends and they exclaim in excitement. "Braden!"

"He's working for me right now," I chuckle but the woman doesn't smile or laugh back.

"He's a good boy. I don't want him involved with none of that. And he's not missing the bus just to watch your car neither."

I don't respond as I go up the stairs, shaking my head. It wasn't as if I actually cared if that car was scratched or not, it was a delight to see how excited the kid was. A reminder of my boys who'd grown out of that stage long ago.

I reached the apartment I was looking for and knocked loudly on the door. There were quiet sounds coming from behind it but no answer. I knocked again, "Ms. White, I know you're in there and if you don't answer, I'm coming in anyway."

"I-I'll call the police!" she warns.

"Good luck," I scoff. "Open up. Now."

The door cracks open and there she stands, body blocking the entryway, arms crossed, "What do you want?" she demands.

[mikerauchett]

Chapter 1

Awaken by a sudden smell, where i find myself in a completely empty shopping mall. Its summer yet its cold and snowing here. Every store is empty and every shelf in the store is empty too. Walking around by myself has me feeling uneasy and has an eerie feeling as well. Even though there is nobody here I just feel as if somebody is watching me. No matter where I look there is nothing there but emptiness. I hear some familiar sounds as if I'm watching a movie. I go to where the sound is and its an auditorium full of people. To me they look dead but they're all just sitting there like statues. "Hello there" I say with caution when they all stand up and stare at me. Their eyes white and as empty as a brick wall. They're whispering some language I've never heard of and at the same time im whispering to myself. In the next room I see a tall like figure standing there with eyes so hollow it can make even the strongest feel uneasy. In a full panic I run away as fast as I can. I run and I run but it's still right behind me. This thing is chasing me but it's not screaming or laughing at all, its just running almost the same pace I am. The cold doesn't seem to go away at all, in fact the further I go into the mall the colder it gets. It feels as though I'm at the top of Mount everest and it's only getting colder. I stop running and look behind me in an instant but that thing is gone. That weird tall like creature is gone, did I outrun it or was I just imagining being chased. My sanity feels like its slipping through my fingers. Was I actually seeing all that I saw or was I imagining it? How did I end up in a freezing cold mall in the summer? I finally find a warm place where I can lay down. Close my eyes and fall asleep. When I awake I see its still in the day time so I figured I only slept for an hour or so, but my watch says midnight. How can this be, how could I have slept to midnight and the sun is still out. Stomach rumbling so I walk around looking for food but all that I see are vending machines. I figure it's better than starving to death, I eat whatever it is that's in the vending machine.

Eating the junk food in the vending machine gives me some energy which helps me to keep going. I cannot remember the last time I felt this weak, my body feels like it's about to break. My mind feels like it's going insane, I find myself asking questions like am I really seeing all of this? Is it actually midnight? I feel like I'm gonna lose my sanity, why must I feel this way. Been walking for hours but it feels I've been walking for days. I wish I could stop feeling uneasy but I cannot stop feeling this way. Something or someone is watching because I can feel it and at times I can hear something breathing down my neck.

Why do I have this feeling as if something bad is gonna happen to me but I just don't know when it'll happen. I feel my heart pounding like it's gonna just burst through my chest at any moment. I sneak into the first store to see what's inside and I see that creature again. I drop to the floor before it sees me and I hope it didn't see me. I hear it walking around and breathing. It's breathing becomes more erratic by the minute, but it suddenly stops. If this thing sees me again I know that I'm done for so I try my best to sneak past it. As I'm sneaking past it I keep my eyes on it the whole time. I'm lucky enough to sneak past it without it noticing me and a take a breath of relief knowing that I am still alive. Out of nowhere I catch myself staring at a mirror, I look the same but somehow I am different. I can't help but think something is wrong with me and that a part of me lost itself somewhere in this hell hole. I just stare at myself in the mirror when I finally notice it. I feel as though I'm looking at someone else for my reflection is smiling at me. Am I going crazy or does this place have a hold of me? I try my best to look away but I am glued to the mirror. I touch the mirror and it feels like I put my hand against a fire pit.

Chapter 2

This mall is cold like the winter but the mirror almost burns to the touch. As I stare at the mirror longer the more uneasy I become, I see my reflection but somehow it doesn't seem like my reflection. It seems like something more sinister and that it makes me feel like I am truly losing my sanity. I look back and see that creature lurking about, so I hide in a supply closet. I hold my breath as it walks by looking for me, I don't want it to hear me. If it hears me then I know I am a dead man. A few minutes go by and there is no sign of it. I walk out slowly peaking around every corner but it is nowhere to be seen. This place seems familiar but at the same time it seems new to me. Why does this thing keep looking for me?

For some reason that thing feels familiar to me as if I know it, but I won't risk my life running away from it. I find a place to sleep in a small locker room, this is the only room that feels warm. It takes me hours to fall asleep but when woke up, I looked at my watch and see that 2 days have passed by. Waking up with a cold sweat always made me feel uneasy. I always wonder if I'll ever escape this place or will I die here.

Chapter 3

I don't know what day it is, I don't even know what the time is. All I do know is that I better not let that thing catch me. I've been living off of junk food for who knows how long. If only I had an actual meal instead of all this junk food. But it's way better than starving to death right now. The more I think about it, starving to death is a lot better than that thing finding me and killing me. Who knows what it'll do to me if it catches me, my death may be quick and painless or it may be slow and painful. Looking around this place is a challenge that gets harder and harder every day. I'm literally putting my life at risk trying to find my way out. At times it seems worth it but other times it feels like it's not worth it. Finding a weapon would help out so much right now cause at least I can defend myself from that thing.

[jinxthequeergirl]

For Those You Lost

Simon Kalivoda x reader

Summary: you are forced to mourn for your friends and loved ones, and when you are given the chance to exact revenge, you don't hesitate.

Warning: SPOILERS FOR FEAR STREET 1666 basic horror violence, death, swearing, Implied that Heather was the Readers Older sister.

Consider this a short sequel to "As The World Caves in" in which i change the narritive so the reader is the one exacting revenge on Nick Goode

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You Wish you would have just died that night, even wishing you would have died in the hospital. Instead you where walking around while not only your sister but best friend person you loved where all dead.

Now you where expected to give a speech in front of the whole student body.

It was all fake, the Sunnyvaleiers didn't give a rats ass about your family and friends, they didn't care that you lost the first person you said "I love you too."

No. They where just there because they had to be.

Walking up to the podium seemed to move in slow motion, as everyones eyes followed you, some bored, some annoyed, others not even paying attention. Not a single one shared a mournful look with you.

"Hello fellow ShadySide students and Staff, and hello Sunnyvale." You started having to clear your throat to get rid of the tears that theatened to spill after catching a glimps of Simons Photo in the back.

"We are here today to mourn the loss of three people, Some of you knew them...most...didn't their names where Heather, My...sister,Kate and...And Simon...My bestfriends..." You looked up feom your crumpled note book paper and out intonthe sea of bored highschoolers.

Why hadn't you died that night?

Why hadn't you died in that hospital bed?

Why where you the one standing at that potium?

Why did you have to find the right things to say about your dead friends and family, When no one there would ever really know the truth?

Why?

Why?

Why!?

You froze the thought of Simons face right before he sacrificed himself for you flashing through your mind.

"I can't do this..." You muttered.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU! YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEM! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!" everyone seemed to be intrested now that you where screaming. "FUCK THE NEWS TOO, SIMON AMD KATE WHERE MORE THEN DRUGGIES YOU ASS HOLES!"

You crumpled up the paper throwing it somewhere and storming off, brushing officer Goodes hands off of you as you did so.

That night seemed so far away, now your blood boiled more as you stepped on the gas of The stolen cop car after hearing what Deena had just discovered. "Y/n! Slow Down!" Josh warned.

"Y/n..." Deena said softly putting her hand on your shoulder. "We're gonna stop him." She said in a soft confident voice. "Damn right." You said slowing down just enough to not get the three of you killed, but kept going fast enough to reach Ziggy and Devise a plan.

In the mall the five of you worked hastily to set up the trap for Goode, Ziggy glanced up at you ever now and then before finally coming up beside you.

"I'm assuming you two where close?"

You glanced up at her before quickly looking back down to tie the knot you'd been working on. "Yea...you know...mom was...well it was complicated...Heather...Heather took care of everything for me....I...being alone with our mom now..." Ziggy placed a hand on your shoulder. "I get that..Listen If we make it out of this...and you ever need someone...I Wouldn't mind the company."

"Seriously?"

She nodded, before you could say anything Josh called out too you. "They're here!" Everyone turned to the doors seeinv the nightwing killer come in hastily. You caught sight of the axe in his hand and stared for a moment.

Ziggy grabbed your hand and pulled you behind her to hide. "Ready?" She asked.

You nodded and ran to your battle station.

Everything was going fine, the plan was working you felt confident This would work You Felt like Fred Jones or some shit.

Then he grabbed Ziggy, staining her Sweater With Deenas Blood making her a Target. "Fuck..." You looked over to Josh who shook his head no at you knowing what you where about to do.

You ignored him and took off sprinting across the mall floor to the two of them tackling them to the ground. "Run Ziggy! Run!" You Yelled As Goode now wrestled you.

You gabbed your elbow into his stab wound, causing him to cry out and let you go. You got up running to Ziggy and Josh waving you to them. you barely dodged the skull mask killer ripping the sleeve of your neon stained shirt as you slid under the store gate.

He crashed against it wiggling it attempting to get to you.

"Here have it!" You yelled pulling the hoodie off and sliding it under the gate.

"You ok?"

"Yea..." You panted watching Nick Goode run to an Exit door, Deena Not to far behind. "That shit, I'm going after them." You said.

"Hang on." Ziggy said. "You can't just go out there...they might try to stop you." She said gesturing to the swarm of killers.

"I'm not just letting her go alone!"

Everyone went quiet. "I have an Idea." Martin spoke up eyeing the water guns you carried.

"Hey!" Josh yelled catching the killers attention.

He pumped the water gun before shooting them, ziggy and martin joined him, with in seconds they turned to eachother and started attacking. "That should buy everyone some time." Josh said to you.

"Stay Alive!' You yelled before Taking off in the direction Deena went stopping to stoop down and yank the Night wing killers Axe from the ground.

You followed a trail off blood down the hall and around the corner. "Deena?" She jumped turning to you, ready to stab you. "What are you doing!? Go back!" She said taking your newly obtained weapon.

"No! No way!" You said.

"Listen Ever since the other night I can't help but feel like...like I should be dead too...I Wish I had Died On that Floor with Simon." You choked rubbing away tears. "But... Simon...Simon Sacrificed himself to make sure I was Still Alive And Goode? He killed my Fucking sister...he killed simon." You took the Axe back from Deena.

"So I'm coming with, And I'm going to make sure he gets what he Fucking deserves. " You bit out.

She stared at you for a moment before nodding.

"Then Lets Kill this Asshole." She said with a affirming look. You gripped the axe tightly in your hands as you followed behind her through the tunnled.

"Goode!" She yelled hoping to scare him out from whatever hole he was hiding in.

You stopped nudging her to show her the bloody hand print on the walls

"Where the hell are you coward?"

Something jumped out from the dark taking deena down. "Sam!" She cried as sam attempted to stangle her. You tried to pull the girl off but failed, something caught the corner of your eye. "Y/n...Goode...Go!"

You grabbed the axe and took off after him you got close enough to swing at his legs knocking him down. "Wait wait please..."

"Begging? You think I'm gonna show you mercy?" You asked pinning him down with your foot. "Did you show mercy to my sister? To my friend?" The man babbled hoping to find a way out of this.

"Thats what i thought." You raised the axe and brought it down on his chest.

"This is for Heather you fucking Dick!" "Cindy Berman, Sam and kate!" You cried chopping at him with each name.

You gripped it even tighter before bringing it down on him one more time "For Simon."

You stood above him panting making sure he was gone before you heard coughing. "Sam...Deena..." You ran back to where you left them and found them hugging. "It worked?"

Deena looked up at you with teary eyes. "It worked."

"Good...good lets get the fuck outta here." You said pulling both of them up.

That night seemed like a blur really, it still hurt not having the comfort of your sister or simon around.

But Ziggy was there for you like she promised.

"Hey, I have something for you." Ziggy said as you entered the door of her house.

"What is it?" You asked dropping your bag.

"Deena dropped it off, she wanted to give it to you but she had to get going."

She held out a red hoodie to you. "Where...how did..."

You took it from her holding it up. "She wanted me to tell you it was of course washed, like a lot." She laughed. You pulled it on wrapping it around yourself, it didn't smell like him anymore but that was ok.

[l-wannabe-l]

Short Circuit

Chapter 1: First Impressions

During the events of T2 John's half-sister, Aria catches the attention of the T-1000. Having failed a second time Skynet starts targeting the people who will one day fight beside John.

T-1000/Austin x OC

This first chapter will follow the movie but it will start diverging soon. I'm still new to fanfic writing so feel free to leave a comment.

It was gone.

Not in my closet or my drawers or under the bed.

It was gone.

The little money maker that I made and the little brat took it. I grab my cardigan and make my way out into the hallway. He's probably made it to the mall already (and he didn't even think to invite me), spending money that's not his. I mean it's not mine either but that's not the part I'm upset about. Knowing the way he drives on his bike I'll be lucky if the atm card is still working when I get it back. As I looked for my keys, they were RIGHT HERE I SWEAR, the doorbell rings. Seeing as it's not my house I don't go to answer. I hear the door open accompanied by a tired sigh.

Todd must've gotten it.

"Are you the legal guardian of John Connor?'

That's never a good question. I take a peek around the corner to glance at the man at the door. The first thing I notice is that he's wearing a police uniform. Yup, not good.

"That's right, officer. What's he done now?" A very valid question that the officer ignores as he seems to scan the house, pausing briefly as he spots me before turning his attention back to Todd.

"Could I speak with him please?"

"Could if he were here. Took off on his bike this morning so he could be anywhere." Todd answers with a shrug, clearly not giving two shits as Janelle joins him at the door.

"Do you have a photograph of John?"

"Yeah sure, hold on." She turns to grab her wallet and sees me hiding behind the corner. She looks at me expectedly probably thinking I know what's going on. I just shake my head. Like I would tell her even if I did know.

"You gonna tell me what this is about?" Todd tries asking again as Janelle rejoins them, handing off the picture.

"Just need to ask him a few questions. He's a good-looking boy. Do you mind if I keep this picture?" He asks as he studies the image.

"No, go on. There was a guy here this morning looking for him too." Janelle offers. This gets the officer's attention as I see him still and look back up. This surprises me too as I wasn't here in the morning and my foster parents apparently didn't think to tell me about some stranger looking for my little brother.

"Yeah, a big guy on a bike. That got something to do with this?" Todd adds. Dear God John, who are you getting involved with? The officer pauses for a moment before responding.

"No. I wouldn't worry about him. Thanks for your cooperation." He takes one last glance up in my direction. Our eyes meet. Only for a second before he's gone. But it's long enough to send a chill down my spine. Police officer or not that man is dangerous and he's heading straight for John. When John fails to answer his phone, that I got him by the way, I hurry to find my keys and make my way outside. The cop had left. He'll have to ask around to find John which should buy me some time.

It's a bit of a distance to get to the mall and the traffic of a Saturday afternoon doesn't help but I make it. I head towards the arcade on the second floor but have to backtrack around a corner when I spot the officer from earlier talking to some kids.

Christ, he works fast. This man really takes his job seriously.

The kids seem not to know anything as the man continues on and out of sight… in the direction of the arcade. DAMN IT. I hurry after hoping he'd walk past it which he does. I slow down to look through the windows hoping to catch a glimpse of John.

"Excuse me, have you seen…"

Stopped by the entrance I turn to look at the speaker realizing too late my mistake as I'm face to face with the very man I was avoiding. Because of the close proximity, I notice he's tall, and with a square jaw, bright blue eyes, and soft-looking light brown hair, he's handsome too. This is bad for me, because tall and handsome have gotten me in trouble before and I will not let it do so again. But he's staring, obviously recognizing me from not even an hour ago, so I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

"Lo siento señor no hablo ingles."

His brow furrowed in confusion which I take as my cue to leave. So with an "Adios!" I duck into the arcade, send a quick thank you to my high school Spanish classes, and hide behind the first big machine I find. From there I see him enter the arcade looking left and right, scanning as he did earlier, before turning to a pair of girls by a pinball machine. I turn away to go find John eventually finding him playing Afterburner.

"JOHN!"

"AAHH!"

"A cop is looking for you, what did you do?" He spares me a glance before returning to his game.

"... Is this because I took the card machine? Listen Aria, I'm sorry but mine broke."

"I am pissed about that but no."

"Is it cause I didn't invite you? In my defense, you weren't home."

"John..." I begin when Tim, John's buddy, slides up to us.

"John, hey there's this cop scoping for you, check it out." That got his attention, and let me be upset for a second as he takes a look around Tim and the machine to see the officer questioning another kid who points in our direction. John grabs his backpack, I grab John and we both head towards the employee door briefly looking back to see the officer pushing kids aside to catch up. I open the door and push John ahead of me, both of us running.

"So you'll listen to Tim but not to me?"

"Tim never messed with me about surprise police inspections." Ever since we were young mom drilled into us that the police were bad news and, like the caring and protective big sister that I am, I decided to add to this training. Suffice to say John tends to double guess me now and then.

"That's fair." Turning the corner we surprise a worker who yells at us and who we ignore as we push through the exit doors. That's when we turn to see a large man in a leather jacket and sunglasses and I freeze up as he opens the box to pull out a shotgun the roses he was carrying crushed beneath him as he advances. John pulls me back the way we came, the man following as we try the other doors.

Locked.

Trapped.

I chance a glance back to see he’s caught up with us. Another look forward reveals the officer appearing through the doorway, with a glare almost as menacing as the gun. I hear a click and a look back shows the shotgun has been leveled at us.

“Get down.”

What?

"ARIA!"

Lucky for me John has the good sense to listen to the man as he ducks down pulling me with him. I cover him as gunshots ring above us. I look up to see the officer blasted back a few inches, silver wounds appearing where red ones should be. The man in leather grabs us, spinning to cover us as the cop starts emptying his clip at us. I hear the poor employee from earlier scream in pain as he gets caught in the crossfire.

John and I scream, fear gripping us.

The bullet fire pauses for a moment giving our (definitely not) human shield the opportunity to bust open the door to our left and push us in. He turns away just in time for the officer to finish reloading but is undeterred by the bullets finding a home in his torso as he continues his march forward. He levels his own gun, shotgun shells flying as he blasts one after another pushing the smaller man back until he falls and our savior is allowed to reload. As he does so the silver gaps fill in and the man rises from where he lay grabbing the gun and catching the bigger man off guard as he tries and fails to gain back control. So instead he moves to grab the cop but is instead thrown into one wall then another. Cement and plaster alike collapsing in their struggle until they both disappear through a wall.

Despite the obvious difference in size, the larger man is the one being thrown around like a ragdoll which spells bad news for us. So I grab John again, pulling him behind me as I head towards the door that leads to a staircase. We head down until we reach ground level, the parking lot, we run over to John’s bike, an old thing that was mine before I handed it down when I got a new one. Trying to start it up now I remember why I upgraded.

“John, your bike is a hunk of junk!”

“It was your bike first! Just start it already!” The engine finally starts running just as the doors burst open. The cop racing after us on foot as we speed off.

[wenwenbittercake]

✨AIZAWA X READER✨

(Thank you so much for reading my fan fiction. There's not much fluff. A little bit of smut so you know. Also swearing. If you can't take teacher x reader plsss don't read this.)

You just started UA and the first thing you realize was you're tall handsome teacher with long wavy black hair. You seated at the corner of the class giving you a perfect view of your teacher.

" Good morning everyone my name is Shouta Aizawa you can call me mr. Aizawa. From now on I'll be your homeroom teacher so no funny business around me." he said as he gave a smirk to the class making everyone giggle but it's a smirk you will remember for the rest of your life.

You watched him carefully as he teach but your mind is not on the subject but on him. To be honest he's the most handsome guy you have ever seen in your life. His facial features and his body is perfect. Like an angel that fall from Heaven, his voice is like music to your ears. No voice in this world can calm you down like this. He always wear baggy clothes but you wonder, how much muscles are he hiding behind those clothes. Huge rule at your teacher has veiny strong hands, you wish he didn't you down with then.

The Best Is Yet To Come, when you and your class practice on the field, I saw our would roll his sleeves up to his elbow, showing his car covered on once he wore a sleeveless shirt causing you to have a nose bleed. It was embarrassing but it's worth it.

Because of this, you start to lack on his subject making aizawa move you to sit in front of his desk. This gave you a chance to admire him close. His scar Place perfectly under his right eye, and his eyes, those pitch dark eyes that you got hypnotized even though he's not using his quirk.

"RingggRingggRinggg!" The bell rang and everyone in the class run for their lives to the cafeteria, except you, he got out last so you could admire your teacher till the last minute.

"Y/N can you meet me in my office after school, we need to talk about your grace." He said with disappointment that makes you feel guilty for a moment.

You nodded and left. It's 3 p.m. and students are running towards they're busses or walking back home. Except you, you are now standing in front of mr. Aizawa's office. Your fingertips are cold. You realize that you're great start to descend but it stops at Bs or Cs. You're really nervous about this. Before you knock on the door you heard...

"Come in."

You walk in, closing the door behind you quietly, and set on the seat in front of his desk. He sign and passed you a pile of paper. These are your current test scores and they are filled with Fs. You feel like the blood from your body has been drained.

"Y/N, do you know if you keep on going like this you will fail on the finals."

"I-i know." You look down on the table not being able to look him in the eyes.

All of a sudden, he walk up to your seat, placing his right hand on the table and his left on the back of your chair. His face so dangerously close to yours. Look you straight in the eyes and said..

"So tell me, what's distracting you so much?" Does he know? No way.

"Umm-i"

"Tell me what's more interesting then my lesson?hmm?" You look away. Your face is as red as a tomato.

"Tell me!" He raised his voice a little making you jolts and panic. You can't think straight anymore. How would you reply? And then... It happened.

Your soft Rosy lips touches his. When you realize what's going on you jolted back. You look him in the eyes. He looked shocked. Out of words and look at you like WTF happened? What have you done? You just read your relationship with your teacher. What do you expect him to do, kiss you back? Tears start to fall, due to the embarrassment and sadness.

"I-i'm so sorry." You said as you run out of the office.

The next morning was awkward you can't even look him in the eyes.

"RinggRinggggRingg!"

"Y/N can we talk for a moment?" You weren't expecting that from him, after what happened. You walk towards his chair what's up your eyes fixed on the marble floor and your hands behind your back.

"So about yesterday.."

"Right, he'll be having extra classes with me, I will help you with the failing grades. " you look surprised and happy in the same time. You got to see him more.

"Really?"

" yep, is your homeroom teacher, it's my responsibility to teach you, isn't it?" He gave you a slide smirk. You blush that it an attempt to hide it.

"A-about yesterday."

"Oh don't worry about it." You look shocked. Really? He really don't mind? Of course, and his eyes you're just a naive little child, nothing much.

"However..." he said as he pull you towards him, making you fall on his chest, positioning you to sit on his lap, facing him.

"...we need to work on that kiss of yours."

"B-but this is wrong."

"I know, but it feels so good, doesn't it?" He whispered into your ears in a deep voice making you want to melt in his hands.

You've been in this little Affair for 2 years. However, you feel like time flies faster when you're beside him. You want to be with him till the end. You know this relationship won't last but you still hope it did. You gave all of you to aizawa. Every inch of your body and soul. You love him a lot. Your grades got higher even though you didn't do much work. Every day, you come to school just to meet Mr aizawa. You were loved, you are appreciated, feelings that you never felt before. He told you you were his everything, but sometimes he gave you looks as if. .. he regrets it. No way, why should he regretted it feels so good doesn't it?

Your graduation got nearer and Shouta has been ignoring you for these past couple of days. You didn't get the wink when he passes you or private lessons that you crave to have. He wouldn't call you or text you anymore. Even if you sent him photos and text messages. You felt hurt a little. Maybe it's because then final exams are getting close. Or maybe because he's just busy. He felt neglected. Is he bored of me? Does he not like me anymore? But he said I'm his everything. Is it because I'm not pretty enough but he said I'm perfect. The thoughts filled in your head as you walked toward his office. As you are about to knock the door, you heard. ..

"I'm coming home early today."

"Hmm, I promise I won't be late this time."

"Hahah I know I know."

"Yea love you bie." Aizawa said as he ends the call.

You feel the similar cold feeling. Is he meeting other people? Is it his wife? Wait he's married? Who is this person he's talking to? Maybe his family member? Am I not good enough did I do something wrong?

"Y/N" you snap out of your thoughts but I saw was voice. He look like he's ready to go back home.

" ..you're supposed to be home 30 minutes ago. What are you doing here?"

" I thought we were supposed to have our tutor session today?"

"Oh-um no need for that, your grades not bad these days, I don't think you need them anymore."

Is he fucking serious? Why is he playing dump now? You didn't even let anything in tutor sessions, are you both do is fuck. Tears start to fall from your eyes. You know this wouldn't last, why are you crying now?

"Y/N are you alright?" He asked does he pull you into the office. He locked the door behind him and knocks you what's going on but you wouldn't listen. You start to strip in front of him.

"W-wait, not today I gotta go somewhere."

" I thought anything can wait if it's me?" You said as he drop on your knees and start to take off his belt.

"W-wait but this is important!"

" I thought I'm the most important thing in the world?" You said as you slip his cock into your mouth.

"W-wait auhhh."

The graduation music plays outside the school. Every student is happy, taking photos with their friends and families. Not you though.

"W-what are you say?"

" it hurts to say this but we need to stop this relationship. It's not healthy anyways." You can't believe what you just heard. Said by a men who promise to never leave you behind.

"Wait did I do something wrong? I promise I can fix it, please just don't leave me." Uhealth on mr. Aizawa has arm like your life depends on it. The last thing he wants to do is to make you cry but he knows he has to end this fast. He hugs you tightly.

" no no, it's not your fault it's mine. I'm so sorry." He hugs you tightly. You cried into his shoulder. It hurts a lot.

"Just forget about everything, just pretend nothing ever happened. Could you do that for me?" How could you forget all of it and live on a normal life. These are the things you can never forget even if you try to. But you just want to make him proud, so your nodded hesitantly.

"Good girl." He said as he kiss your tears away.

"O-only if we do it one last time.. Please?" He's not expecting that from a shy girl like you. He expect him to say no but...

"How can I say no when you asked me so nicely. " he said I should look around and pull you into the nearest classroom.

It's been weeks since you've seen Aizawa. He stops replying your text and stop picking up your calls. You missed him so much. You want to see him again even though you promised not to. The tightening feeling on your chest wouldn't come off unless you see him. Your friends realize this so they call you to meet them at a mall. You've been ignoring your friends for a really long time so you decided to go with them this time. He stood in front of a cupcake shop. Waiting for your friends who are always late. You look around to find them and then you saw it, that wavy dark hair you used to play with, that pitch dark eyes you adore.

"Shouta!" Can't think straight anymore, you only know you want to touch him you miss him you need him. You hug him tightly.

"I missed you!"

"Y/N!" He didn't hug you back like he used to.

"Sho who's this?" A woman voice appeared behind him.

"Oh-um this is my student that recently graduated." He said as he looked at you like a stranger. A person he never met before.

"Oh how sweet. Hi my name is wife/name. I'm your teacher's wife."

"Umm nice to meet you."

"Um-oh I forgot. We have to go to the doctor's office soon." He said as he pulled his wife hand and walk away. Didn't even bother to say goodbye. From a distant you heard...

"Sho why u being so rude. She seems close to you."

"Oh it's nothing, she's just a student from my class, nothing special."

Nothing special? He dropped to the ground. The world around you crashes. Nothing special? Is this what he sees you all the time. All the love, all the kisses, all the sex. They are all fake. When he said you're his world, his everything, his only one. They're all lies. How stupid of you to not notice that he used you all this time? You are nothing to him. You are nothing more than a play thing for him. You're nothing more than a pet. A teacher's pet.

(Dammm this fan fiction hit hard. I'm sorry that I didn't put explicit smut. I just don't like writing them. I write this fan fiction to explain that teacher x student stuff can end in bad ways. Sorry that this is not the spicy stuff you all use to read. I hope you all can for give and thank you for read. 😓😓🙏🙏🙏💗💕💕💗✨✨✨)

(Ik this man would never do something like that😭😭)

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Dangerous Love (Pt. 04 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

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Nightmares

You're looking at the garden, admiring the little white flowers that only blossom at night. You're tired, eyes heavy, but you can't sleep. Some bats are flying down there, and you wonder if they live nearby. A much larger figure passes by, in a blur. Suddenly, the lights go off. Opening the window, you bend over, holding on the bars, to try and see more. Then, you hear a click.

Your head turns at the door. Did it just unlock? Is the system electrical? Then why does Bruce always uses a key? Moving to the door, you slowly turn the handle and... Another click. It's open. Pulling it, you step forward. The silence makes you anxious, and so does the darkness. Looking at the sides, you start walking down the hall.

“Bruce?” You call out, and your voice echoes through the place. You get no response.

Your legs keep moving, taking you downstairs and to the door, which is wide open. Why is Bruce doing this? Is it a test? Or did something happened to him? You shouldn't go. You should–

You're moving, against your will. Why are you moving against your will? Wasn't that the plan? To wait for an opportunity and run away?

The gates are open too, and they're the only thing you can see in the darkness. The next thing you know is that you're on the streets. Empty streets, no lights on. You're taking the way to the abandoned mall you claimed, taking all the right entrances and the elevator that leads to the underground. Your old house.

You walk through the garage, among the many cars you own. Reaching your private headquarters, you see piles of money. The jewels too, more shiny than usual.

“Is anyone here?” The place doesn't seem abandoned. You know they're still working for you, even after all that time in prison. They wouldn't dare to abandon you.

“Look who's back.” Your sister comes out of nowhere, followed by her boyfriend, the Joker. “Where were you, little sis?”

“I got out.” You could tell them the truth, that Batman held you hostage. But you don't want them to retaliate. “What are you doing here? You're not supposed to come uninvited.”

There's something in the air, in the atmosphere. It's so cold and and dark, like you're drowning in it. A weird feeling builds up as if you need to go home. But this is home, the only home you ever had.

What are you doing here? You made a promise not to run away. Bruce told you he'd help, so why did he let you get out? Why did he let the doors open?

“We know everything, dear." Joker sing songs, pacing around you. “The Batsy broke you down... Or should I say, Bruce Wayne?”

“What?” How does he know that? “I was in prison. Belle Reve. I got out.” You repeat, turning on your heels to look Joker in the eye.

“And now you're back home,” Harley exclaims, hugging you. “Enjoy yourself, sis. This is who you are. Have fun, steal what you crave for, and then, one day, they will just get you again.”

“Thanks to you, I know who Batsy is.” Joke speaks again, getting your attention. “I can attack him in bright daylight. When he's vulnerable, away from his toys.”

“You know you'll go back there right? The paradise on Earth.” Harley starts again. “They always manage to find us. And once they do, the torture is tuned all the way up.”

“Shut up, Harley.” You burst out.

“I will make sure to tell Batman you helped me. I may even bring his head here so you can use it as a decoration.”

“Shut up!” You're covering your ears, trying to understand what happened. What you did. You didn't tell anyone about Bruce. You know you didn't. “Shut up!”

“You're going back to Belle Reve, sis. We always do. We'll die there.”

“Batman's blood is in your hands, Havoc. Upon his death, we will rule Gotham.”

“Shut up!”

You sit up abruptly, just as the door is being open. Breathing fast, you run to the bathroom before Alfred comes in. Closing the door behind your back, you slide to the floor, hands on your head. “It was just a dream. Just a dream.” You mumble to yourself. Why did it scare you so much? You shouldn't be sleeping. “I won't go back. It was just a dream. Just a dream...”

A knock on the door startles you. “(Y/N)?”

It isn't Alfred, it's Bruce. With your heart pounding against your chest, you stumble up, opening the door and almost collapsing against his chest when you step out. He looks down at you, worried.

“Hi,” you whisper, stepping back.

“You look terrified. What happened?” He touches your arm, guiding you to sit on the bed. Behind him, you see a cart with lunch.

“I fell asleep. I shouldn't, I... I had a nightmare. No big deal.” As you move closer to the headboard, you see a book on the nightstand. “What's that?” Taking it, you read the cover. Game Of Thrones.

“I decided to bring you that. So you'll have something to do.” Bruce sits on the bed, hesitantly. “It has some violence, but I think you can deal with that.”

“Isn't there a TV show about it?”

“I'll stream if for you once you finish the book.”

“Ok.” It's good to finally have something to do. Opening the book, you look through the first pages.

“Why did you say you shouldn't sleep?” He inquires. Shaking your head slightly, you don't answer. “(Y/N).”

“Hm?” Looking up from the book, you meet his eyes. Why is he so worried?

“Won't you answer me?”

“I don't like sleeping.” Shrugging your shoulders, you sustain his stare. Bruce has nice eyes, and they're kind. You can't remember the last time someone looked at you like this. “The nightmares are constant so... I take naps. Whenever I feel like I'm falling asleep I get up. I don't sleep for more than three hours every night.”

“And what do you do up all night?”

“Nothing. I stare at the ceiling. The garden... Did you know that the little white flowers only blossom at night?” Smiling, you put the book down and move to the window. The garden is beautiful. You grow mesmerized by it every day. The flowers and threes are amazing.

“(Y/N), you need to sleep. To rest.” Bruce walks over you, touching your arm to get your attention. “Do you want something to help?”

“I'm used to my sleep schedule, don't worry.” You meet his eyes for a few seconds before looking through the window again. “I saw some people there a few days ago.”

“An interview. Now go eat.” Bruce brings the cart as you sit in the armchair. Sweet potato soup, your favorite.

He shouldn't be here for lunch, though. “Shouldn't you be at work?”

His expression changes, and he looks sad. “It's Saturday.”

“Oh... And don't you have a girlfriend or something?” The question comes out suddenly, before you even notice what you said. That's the bad part of being honest all the time, you lost the ability to control your thoughts.

“No, I don't have anyone at the moment. Why?”

“Because it's Saturday. You should be with her.” In the back of your mind, the figure of Bruce with a woman in his arm, going to dinners, smiling and chatting, bothers you. You don't understand why. It's only natural. A handsome man like Bruce probably has a lot of women chasing him. Being rich only makes it worse.

“Don't worry. I'm all yours today.”

That makes you giggle, looking down at the soup. “The therapy session will be long then.”

As usual, Bruce waits until you're done eating. You're growing used to his presence, and sometimes you think you're even a little excited to see him. It's unbelievable how gentle he is. Nobody was ever gentle to you. It's weird how you're failing to look for an opportunity to run away. You're just not thinking about this anymore.

When you're done, you push the cart away, holding your glass of soda. “So... What are we talking about today?”

“I have news. And I need you to tell me how you feel about them.” Bruce is serious now, all professional. Did you do something? Why does he seem so distant?

“Alright.”

“Yesterday night I found the Joker.” He begins, eyes focused on you, reading your face. “He almost managed to run away, but one of his bombs went off before the time, while he was close. He blew up, thrown into the air, and when he fell, he broke his spine. There's a chance Joker won't ever walk again.”

You don't know what he wants you to say. People tend to connect you to the Joker, even though you haven't worked with him in years. You're more like enemies now. “Well, that's too bad for him. And for Harley. She'll be heartbroken.”

“What about you?”

“I won't say I'm happy about it, I'm just... I don't feel anything.”

“Have you and the Joker ever been in any kind of... Relationship?”

That's new. “No. He kissed me once, to make Harley jealous, but I kicked him in the balls for it.” The memory makes you smile. His face was priceless. “He did make some... propositions, but I never accepted.”

“Why?” Bruce seems very interested in this. What are you thinking? He's just trying to understand and help you. Nothing more.

“Because he wasn't my type,” you say with a smirk.

“Does that mean other men made the same kind of propositions and you accepted?”

“What? No!” You exclaim, putting the empty glass on the cart. “I... I'm not...”

“See? When you don't say the truth, I can make any assumptions.” He leans forward, as he usually does. You're not sure why, but you mirror his position, looking into his eyes. “The truth, please.”

“Well, it's true that he's not my type, but... In my world, love is dangerous. You have lots of enemies and having someone you care about gives them a weak spot. So I never really gave me or... Love... A chance.” It's funny how easy it feels to open up to Bruce now. It doesn't mean you enjoy saying these things, they're supposed to be a secret, but with time, you're getting used to it. He has an effect on you, this man.

“For some people, there's no need for love in some... Situations.”

“For some people, yes. For me... It would never feel right.” You move back again, looking down at the sunlight coming through the window, on the floor between you and Bruce.

“(Y/N), I know the guards used to beat you. But did they ever... Assaulted you any other way?” The heaviness in his voice is tangible. Bruce is angry, worried.

“No. Never.” You're quick to answer, and he soon seems to relax. “Everything they feel for me is disgust, thank God. That... Never happened. They only touch me to beat me up.”

“I'm... Happy to know that. A pretty girl like you... I couldn't help but wonder if they ever tried something so filthy.”

“Woman.” You correct him as usual, the word pretty burning through your mind. Does he really think you're pretty?

“Woman. Forgive me.” A smile. A smile comes to his lips and you're mesmerized. He's so handsome, and now even more.

“I like your smile,” you tell him, biting back a smile yourself. “Didn't know Batman had this ability.”

“You're improving.”

“Am I?” It comes to your mind suddenly, that he brought you here to prove a point. “I'm happy your project is going well.” Running a hand through your hair, you get up, moving to the bed.

“I don't think of you as a project.”

“Really?” You don't believe him. “Sometimes I wonder what will be my fate after this. You say you can put me back into the normal world, but I'm not sure I believe it... I think that I'll end up in Belle Reve. And it'll be even worse because now I'm used to all this.” Gesturing at the room in general, you look at him. “Comfortable bed, nice showers, beauty products... Not being hurt every single day.”

Going back to Belle Reve would break you down, you think. The villain in you says that you can take it, all over again if needed, but the other part... Tells you otherwise. The very thought of your old cell is enough to make you shake like a leaf.

“I will never let you go back there,” Bruce speaks up, intense eyes on you, burning. “Never.”

“Keep me here then... If that's what it takes. I don't mind.” You can barely hear your own voice. You can't believe you just said that, that you would be ok being here for the rest of your life. But if your options are this room or cell 304B, you'd pick this room.

“Let's see how things go. There's no need to rush.”

Nodding, you continue telling him about your connections with the Joker, and about the many times you were at war against each other. After dinner, you ask for a pencil or pen, so you can underline the parts you like in the book. Bruce brings you a blue pen before wishing goodnight and telling you to try and sleep well.

But you can't. It's 2 a.m. and you're reading. You find a blank page in the book, so you rip it off and decide to draw. It's been years since you've drawn, and you're not really sure what you're doing. A few hours go by until you're finished with it. Bruce. You just drew Bruce Wayne. You stare at his features. His eyes, nose, jaw... Lips. Folding the paper, you decide to use it as a bookmark. He won't find out if you keep it inside the book.

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@redwolf-7 @glitterypinkkitty @mybabyboytony @chipster-21 @agustdpeach @yaakimoon2

[mystic-sky]

I'm in the mood for angst lol. If you don't mind, I'd like to request Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, Saeran, and V dealing with MC's death. I'm thinking probably sudden death, like an accident or a medical condition she wasn't aware she had, etc., but tbh I'm gonna leave all that up to you. ^-^

WARNING SENSITIVE CONTENT: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

I got a little emotional myself so i had to put that there

it got a lil dark for me with V’s

I’ve never done angst before? I don’t think I have. But I’ll give it a shot, enjoy :)

Zen

He wasn’t there when he heard that had you collapsed. His heart dropped when he received a call from Jumin, his least favorite person, about the news.

“I’m a little busy right now. What the hell do you want, trust fund kid?” He muttered into the phone.

“This is serious, Zen. You need to come to the hospital on main street. It’s MC, she.. she isn’t okay..” Jumin trailed off.

“What? What happened?” Zen said.

“Mr. Han, she’s not breathing.”

“It says that she has a DNR on file.”

“I have to call you back. You need to come here, fast.” Jumin said.

The line went dead and Zen stood there.

“I have to go.” He said to his supervisor.

“But we still have one more scene to cover-

“This is urgent. My girlfriend’s in the hospital.” He says, grabbing his jacket. He bolted to the nearest train station, hopping over the turnstile.

He got there 15 minutes too late, baffling all the medical professionals with questions after a heartfelt crying session.

(Let’s pretend MC has that unspecified disease that Kaori had from Your Lie in April, if you’ve ever seen that anime before, yeah?)

He felt like shit, everyone was there except for him.

“I don’t understand. What do you mean she had a DNR?”

“You don’t think…that MC knew she was sick..” Jaehee inquired.

“Nonsense! She would’ve told me! I know everything there is to know about her!” Zen spat.

“The doctor’s said she was on all sorts of medications…that she was only prolonging the inevitable…” Jumin said, loosening his tie.

You both didn’t live together, how would was he supposed to know that?

Zen peered back through the hospital door window, before walking in the room once again.

You were laying their peacefully.

You looked weary and pale now, compared to how he saw you this morning.

“I didn’t even know.. Why didn’t you tell me? You didn’t want me to worry? Well, look at me now..I’m a mess.” He said, looking down at you.

He lent down to kiss your still warm forehead.

He stayed with you for hours, until he was forced to leave.

Funeral was too much

You didn’t have family so it was kind of just the RFA

Jumin

He was on a business trip when he heard the news

He had actually been begging to bring you along but you insisted that he went alone.

“MC, I’ll pay for your plane ticket and everything. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” He said, snuggling into you. Little did he know this would be the last time he’d be sleeping with you since his flight was in the morning. 

“Jumin, I can’t just get up and come with you whenever you go on a business trip. Besides, it’s only for two days. You’ll be fine.” You insisted.

“But I’ll miss you too much.” He said, leaving kisses on the back of your neck. 

“I’ll be here when you come back.”

Less than 48 hours later, you had died in a car crash.

He had landed in and been in Dubai for only 4 hours and of course he booked it back in minutes to see you.

“I just…I just saw her this morning…” Jumin said, biting back tears. “There’s no way she could actually be gone.”

When he got to the hospital he was more angry than grieving.

“What do you mean there was nothing you could have done to save her?!” He’s giving the doctors a hard time.

“She had died on impact, Mr. Han. Her car… it stopped moving in the middle of a main street. And then the truck just came and rammed into her. The weight of it came down, nearly scraping the whole upper half of the vehicle, along with her in it.” Said the medical examiner.

The funeral was the hardest for him

closed casket 

He found himself sitting in front of it after the viewing when everyone left.

“You told me I’d be fine. I don’t feel fine at all right now MC.” 

“You should’ve just let me bring you with me. I know how difficult I can be sometimes but I just want..I wanted to protect you.”

He’s a mess

I’m a mess

Jaehee

This one was some sort of freak accident.

She was there

You both went to the mall and there was this huge gas tank explosion that went off in one of the lower levels

There were reports of people who could smell gas but the staff didn’t move quick enough and a number of people died 

including you

“Jaehee, I think we should save the shopping for another day. Besides, I’m getting a weird vibe and it smells like gas on the whole first floor.” You told her while you both were inside one of the stores.

“I agree. I’ll pay for this and then we can leave.” She smiled.

Every second counts, you both could’ve made it out of there if she put down the dress she wanted.

“We were both holding hands, walking towards the exit. And then suddenly there was this really loud sound..and lots of shaking. The upper floors didn’t hold up and started collapsing. That’s when she pushed me out the way.. and.. and..” Jaehee choked out in her hospital bed. 

Zen was there to console her.

jaehee x zen

ill go home

lots of hugs for Jaehee

she’s too precious for this

Saeran

You had always been a bit on the wild side, something he wasn’t too fond of.

You recommended going hiking one weekend.

As usual, if he thought it would make you happy, he’d go along with it.

“Saeran, how about we go hiking in the mountains this weekend? I’ll even pack up a picnic basket with snacks and stuff.” You said cheerily.

“You wanna have a picnic in the mountains? Can’t we just go to the park like a normal couple?” He said, not really up for it in the beginning.

“That’s the first time you called us a couple!” You cooed, literally jumping onto him on the couch.

“If you don’t get off me I’ll take it back!” He spat.

“You don’t mean that! I love you so much Saeran.” You said, showering him with kisses.

He’s a blushing mess right now.

The weekend comes and you guys go out on your hiking trip. After a sunset picnic dinner you guys head back down.

“Are you sure we can walk on this bridge, Saeran?” You said, checking it’s sturdiness. 

“It’s the quickest way down.” He insists. “See, the city lights are that way. We could go back the way we came but that’d take another hour.” He said.

“O-Okay..”

He walks ahead of you and you trail slowly behind him. 

Believe it or not he slipped first, having one of his feet break through one of the wooden logs.

“Shit, my leg!” He cries out.

“Saeran!” You say. “Don’t worry I’m coming to help you!’ 

You run towards him, having several of the wooden logs break. The whole bridge collapses now, sending both of you towards the bottom of the pit.

Saeran survives the fall, having being cradled by a tree on the way down, whereas you suffer a different fate.

Your body hits the grounds, breaking your bones, etc.

It takes a while for Saeran to come to, before he climbs down from the tree with aching limbs.

He finds you there, no signs of being alive. He realizes that your gone and lets out an agonizing scream.

“God why?! She did nothing wrong! I’ve sinned far more than she ever could have!”

He spends the rest of his life thinking it should’ve been him.

Might never love again

V (Jihyun)

You two had gotten into a fight about god knows what

Being the stubborn person you are, you storm out of the house, leaving him to think about the issue

You turned off your phone, not wanting to be bothered

Of course, maybe 15 mins later he goes out looking for you

He hates it when you both fight, mostly because it took him so long to start loving someone again. You mended his broken heart and he couldn’t bare the fact that you were upset with him.

You were walking in the dead of night, nothing could be seen but the street lights and parked cars on the curb.

“I don’t like it when we fight either. Maybe I should go back home.” You say to yourself, deciding to turn back and go home. You knew he’d be willing to talk it out. That’s just how he is.

You’re walking back home now, thinking about what to say to him. You wanted him to know you were sorry, that you didn’t mean to yell at him. You were just angry.

Then, you heard a bottle roll behind you.

“Is someone there?” You say, whipping your head behind you. There was nothing. Nothing but cars on the curb. Or so you thought.

You were speed walking now.

You turned you phone back on and called Jihyun, who immediately answered the phone.

“MC! I was so worried about you! I kept calling you but it kept going to voicemail. Where are you?! Are you oka-

“I think I’m being followed. I’m scared Jihyun.” 

“Where are you?! Go towards the main street with lots of people, okay? Find a store or a gas station!”

“I’m walking home. The main street is back in the other direction- where I heard the sounds.”

“I’m coming down the street right now! Keep walking. And don’t look back, they might attack you if they know you suspect them!” He says.

“Okay.”

You kept walking but the person behind only walked faster, grabbing you.

“Now, what’s a pretty young thing like you doing out here at this time of night?” 

“Let go of me!” Swung your fists, dropping the phone.

“MC?! Hello, MC?!” He was yelling into the phone now. He jetted down the street, searching for you.

“Don’t give me a hard time now-AHH!” Said the attacker as you stepped on his foot.

You bolted down an alleyway, only to be caught at a dead end.

“Stay away! Dammit I said stay away!” You screamed.

Jihyun was running down the street he thought you were on.

“She should be here. This is the only way you can walk to get back towards the apartment.” He could barely breathe. He’d been panicking since he lost contact with you.

It wasn’t until he found your phone, with the call still going, that he assumed the worst.

“She must be this way then.” He said, peering into the dark alleyway.

He ran down the dark path, finding a man fondling your limp body.

“Get your hands off of her!” Jihyun snapped at this point, throwing a nearby brick at the man’s skull, immediately knocking him out.

There was blood everywhere, now a mixture of the man’s and yours.

He dropped to his knees, beside your body, cradling you.

“MC, wake up.” He didn’t sound like himself but he didn’t care.

You didn’t move.

He lent down towards you nose and mouth, and there was nothing.

His tears spilled onto your lifeless body and the longer he held you the more his hands became soiled with blood. 

He was too late and he knew that.