#she just opened the door and gagged and i herd her yell my name

[uraandri]

i was a woman in stem since elementary school cause i remember our religious education teacher telling us how when you boil the first red egg for easter in holy water, it will remain unchanged even a year later, or more precisly, he told us it wouldn’t have a bad smell or any changes in texture if you were to crack it, so when good friday came around i made my mother boil all of the red eggs in holy water, and on the next good friday, so exactly a year later i cracked the eggs (we kept 3 red eggs (the first one was marked with х.в. se we knew exactly which egg it was) and 2 green ones that were not boiled in holy water) and they all smelled so bad i got yelled at for stinking up the house

[outerbankskookiestpogue]

pleaseeee let me know if you guys like this, i’m not so sure ;/

In The End - Rafe Cameron

‘i only use her for sex’

‘i only use him for sex’

The two were only fooling themselves. He was a Kook, born and raised in the life. She was a pogue, by choice, who lived on figure 8. Her foot was in both worlds.

She didn’t fancy the rich lifestyle, but dealt with it.

He didn’t fancy the pogues, until she chose to be one.

Now, that’s doesn’t exactly mean that he’s not throwing slander their way, it just means he doesn’t throw slander her way.

Vivian Young, her name made his heart skip a few beats.

Rafe Cameron, his name made her stomach flutter.

The two will deny every bit of their feelings but, their friends aren’t fooled by the continuous lies.

“Viv, you got it.” Jj said from behind her. Here she was, standing on a step ladder, trying her damndest to hang her LED lights up.

She groaned once again as they pooled back onto the carpeted floor. “J, I feel as useless as black paper.” She laughed throwing her head back.

He chuckled as she turned to look at him, her right hand placed on the wall. “You just gotta find someone who prefers a white crayon, Viv.”

She stared at him, scrunching her nose. “Oh, Jj Maybank, you’re such a philosopher.”

He gagged, rolling his eyes at her. “Never say that again.” He laughed. She reached her hand out to him, signaling that it was now his job to put her lights up.

“Thank you kind sir.” She laughed as he helped her down. Her door flew open, banging the wall behind it. “Hero!” She groaned facepalming her forehead. “Ever heard of knocking, you ass!?”

He shook his head stepping into her room, two other boys following. “What’s up sis?” He asked plopping onto her bed as the other two sat themselves in different areas of her room. “Jj, you having trouble?”

“Clearly trying to put my lights up, Hero.” She said looking up at Jj, who was doing a way better job than she was. “And no, I was the one having trouble while Jj over here was just laughing up a storm about it.”

“Oh you poor thing.” A voice laughed. She grabbed her half empty water bottle and chunked it at his head. “Ouch?!”

“Shut up, Topper!”

“You shut up, Vivian!”

There it was, her name leaving someone’s mouth as she stood a few feet away from him, arguing with one of his friends. His heart skipped a few beats and his breathing became ragged.

She stole sly glances at him, every time his eyes were trained on her. “Jj, you done?” She asked, he was now standing on her bed, Hero right beside him.

“Yes, princess.” He smiled turning around. “Anything else you would like me to do, clutz?”

She flipped him off, dragging him off of the bed. “Apologize!” she scoffed, his body now laid on the floor laughing.

“I’m sorry, Viv.” He laughed extending his hand out. “Now apologize for throwing me on the floor!”

She giggled, helping him up to his feet. “No can do.” He rolled his eyes at her, a soft smile on his lips.

“Okay!” Hero clapped from her bed. “I’m bored.”

“Then get out of my room.” Vivian yelled as she left. She made her way downstairs, a herd of footsteps on her heels.

Jj came down panting. “I can’t believe you would leave me!”

She rolled her eyes, scoffing at the boy who placed himself at the kitchen island. “Jj, you are grown.”

“What are we doing today?” Topper screamed, walking into the kitchen startling Vivian. Hero stifled a laughed from the fridge as he rummaged for something to satisfy his hunger.

She shrieked, smacking the back of his head. “Fucking hell, Top!”

He shrugged. “Come on guys, i’m bored!”

Just then, Rafe made his way into the kitchen. His eyes immediately met hers, his heart beat quickened and her stomach fluttered.

“Well..“ Jj began, pulling Vivian into a hug. “I’m out of here Vivi, gotta go bon voyage lik-“

“— Not like the spanish, J.” She laughed cutting him off. “You go have fun bon voyaging, I think i’m a baby sitter today.” She pouted up at him.

He groaned, kissing her forehead. “Love you, clutz.” She smacked his shoulder, shoving him away.

He smiled walking towards the front door. “Love you, cupcake.”

“Don’t fucking call me that Vivian Kate!” He snapped his head back to look at her. She smiled, her head tilted to the sides as her hands interlocked behind her back with one another. She was rocking back and forth on her feet, trying to keep the giggle from slipping out of her mouth. “Love you!” He cheekily smiled .

“Love you, cupcake!” She yelled, ducking behind the counter as he threw a bracelet her way. “No sir!” She yelled chasing after him, bracelet in hand. “Put this back on!”

“Fine!” He rolled his eyes as the twinkie pulled into view. “See ya, Viv.”

She blew kisses towards the van. “I love you guys with my whole heart!”

“We love you!” Kiara shouted from the passenger seat. She watched Jj slam the side door before they saluted her, quickly pulling out of her driveway.

She flipped around, Rafe stood there at the door awaiting for her arrival back inside. She swallowed the lump in her throat, walking past him, casually whispering as she whipped by. “Your hands are my favorite necklace.”

She mentally laughed, watching how his tongue rolled on the side of his mouth, the way his eyes turned to a darker blue. He nodded his head, his lips parting into an open mouthed smirk.

She knew just the way to get him worked up, and it was a success. He watched her purposely sway her hips up the stairs, driving him mad.

That’s what they did to one another, purposely messed with the other, trying their hardest to get a reaction.

[quibblesandscribbles]

Centaurworld Rewrite: A Serious Adventure AU - S1E1 Outline

I’m doing rewrite outlines, prepare for some AU. That being said, I still like several parts of Centaurworld a lot, namely Rider, Horse, Wammawink, and whatever the hell is going on with the Nowhere King, and hope there’s a second season to watch (which I will if Netflix doesn’t ruin our hopes and dreams).

Anyways, here’s like, a rewrite or whatever. I will probably post the outlines as I go, episode by episode. Will I get to them all? ADHD-willing, we’ll see. Also feel free to use these ideas/outlines? I don’t mind. 

Also assume there are songs in this even if I don’t specifically mention all of them. Also I guess this rewrite kinda chains the 1st and 2nd episodes together as a two parter? Maybe, idk.

Also I’ll preface this with this too: I ship Wammahorse, yes I SHIPSHIP it. Moving on.

Some headcanons before we start:

Warworld (*the world Rider and Horse are from) is a Low Fantasy Setting, there IS magic, but it comes in two variations, either very subtle low-powered but relatively uncommon, or Terrifyingly Powerful and so extremely rare to the point that it’s not very well known and “just myths” (usually for Big Baddies)

Ideas for Horse’s Degree of Sapience Prior to Worldhopping:

A: Horse was just a regular, non-magical horse, and their exposure to the Artifact and Centaurworld has essentially made them a Fully Uplifted Animal. - This is interesting, but ultimately a difficult idea to convey because it would require a lot more setup and wouldn’t exactly fit Horse’s characterization without some rework. This is an amazing idea, but I won’t be using it because it would slow things down too much.

B: Horse is a low-fantasy magic steed raised as warhorse/war asset, who is much smarter than your average animal steed/companion similar to a DND Ranger’s pets, or Mabari from Dragon Age, or a Ranger Horse from John Flanagan’s ‘Ranger’s Apprentice.’ The combined exposure to the Artifact and Centaurworld could account for her gaining speech and her body expressing limited physical adaptation to Centaurworld’s different physics (her body’s new extended range of motion for example) but of course I’ll be limiting this because having stakes make it more fun imho. This is my favorite, I’m using this.

Horse would’ve been considered a very valuable war asset (trained warhorses are like, historical ferraris, expensive as hell, i can only imagine what low-magical smart warhorses would be valued at), though still ultimately expendable for the war effort like anything else

Let Horse have horse behaviors (*can you tell I haven’t really left my horse phase behind lol)! Nipping and grooming behaviors as affection or warnings, ear positions to indicate mood, grazing to eat, laying down only when truly relaxed, sleeping standing up. COME ON.

Centaurworld is a High Fantasy world with an Absurdist bent but with darker undertones, similar to how Adventure Time is, with an extremely high saturation of magic, maybe you could even theorize that due to the Splitting of the Two Worlds that all the magic is being Dammed up in Centaurworld like a river or reservoir, this could be a future plot thread that could be picked up in a later season.

Basic Changes: 

Durpleton, Glendale, Ched and Zulius are supporting cast, not main

Durpleton is less stupid and more of a Kronk-expy: a little dim but ultimately kind/means well, has at least 1 life skill he’s good at buried in there though for the life of me I can’t think of one right now.

Glendale’s Narrative Framing: Glendale is amazing, but the kleptomania will be allotted ONE (or two) joke mentions but narratively isn’t treated like one after, somehow establish that her kleptomania is directly intertwined with her anxiety levels. Are there other denizens of the Valley that know the Herd? Are they mad at Glendale for stealing things? Does Wammawink have to constantly run interference to cover for Glendale? Probably.

Make Ched look like less of a pointless asshole: Have him show concern for his friends’ safety and his suspicion of outsiders, AKA Horse. If he’s going to be a jerk, at least let it serve a purpose.

Zulius can stay roughly the same - Zulius is great okay, just don’t tell me there’s backstory and then NOT TELL OR SHOW US ANY CLUES about what said backstory/history IS! (other than forcing us infer/project the headcanon[?] that him and Splendib might’ve been exes, from how they act around each other without any other context/visual/or confirming exposition we literally know nothing other than Splendib and him split/had a nasty falling out and Splendib took the glittercats and the career in the divorce.)

S1E1: Hello Rainbow Road

Opening scene in Warworld

If these episodes were allowed to be longer (shuddup it’s my AU), have the scene open with Horse sees Rider comes running out of some underground castle ruin catacombs and ominous roaring and clanging behind her as she deliberately sets off a dungeon booby trap (arrows or fire) she must’ve avoided while dungeon crawling earlier, and Horse runs towards her and circles at a canter and then Rider does a Running Mount (mounting a horse while the horse is in motion) and shoots an arrow at that flies offscreen

Smash cut to the DRAWBRIDGE door falling and Rider and Horse come galloping out while dodging some javelins and arrows and 1.5 seconds later 1-4 armored minotaurs (the lizardmen?) riding some coursers (swift horses or horselike creatures idk have fun) gallop behind in hot pursuit.

WARWORLD CHASE/FIGHT SCENE

Rider and Horse take out 2 of the pursuers on the run have Rider stay on horseback, dodge and make 1 pursuer shoot/javelin another 1 into a nasty-looking fall, and then Rider nails another 1 right through the helmet visor with an arrow. Have Rider throw a smoke bomb or something at the 2 remaining ones trying to catch up.

2 Enemies left but Horse is forced to skid to a stop as the suspension bridge approaches, then a tense moment forced to walk in order to escape safely across the suspension bridge which Rider cuts once they’re across. Maybe have 1 of the minotaur pursuers having been on the bridge somewhat behind them before Rider had to cut the line, sending the enemy hurtling down below. The remaining minotaur scout stares at them ominously from the other side before leaving.

Have Rider breath a sigh of relief

Smash cut to Horse and Rider traveling across a wartorn landscape, start Horse’s internal monologue narrative until they finally get to the hill and see the ruins of their village

Everything from this point to Horse getting transported to Centaurworld is the same as canon

Not Actually a DREAMVISION SEQUENCE: 

Shot/Animated from Horse’s 1st Person POV: Darkness, the sound of whooshing Horse falls, shimmering flash colors [if this were an actual show pls put a Epilepsy warning at the beginning of the ep], then a loud Splash as Horse falls into Dark Water. POV looks down and we see Horse’s front legs and a bottomless abyss below and a then flash of green and off-white from deep below, then look up to see blue light, see the swimming motions of Horse’s front legs and getting closer to the Blue Light

Horse wakes up, blinking, alone (no Durpleton)

Horse gets up looks around, doesn’t see Rider anywhere and starts makes Whinnying sounds (specifically, Whinnying is a social horse call, like specifically going, “Rider where are you!?” in IRL horse)

“And what are you supposed to be?” the “camera” wheels around to see Ched who has landed on Horse just within reach of her tail so Horse lets out a startled squeal (the Horse noise, not the human one) and does that thing where horses use their tails to swat away insects which sends Ched FLYING as Horse’s squealing morphs into her Talking/Yelling “what the heck is going on?!”

Horse does what panicked horses do, she runs

Horse stumbles into meeting Durpleton, who freaks her out more

Meeting kinda the same as canon but with less constant emphasis on reminding the audience that the writer’s can’t write comedy

Wammawink and Horse meet, Ched flies in and goes “hey that asshole kicked my a-I mean attacked me, but I totally beat ‘em.”

Horse tries to leave, discovers the Barrier, tries to get through, fails multiple times, but only 3-4 attempts shown with time passage show by the time of day changing, have Horse’ talking to herself a bit about how utterly weird the talking words thing is, that this is a “human” thing why is this HAPPENING she needs to get back

Waste less time on the visual gags of the Barrier repelling Horse, also get rid of the Tree Catapult scene because it doesn’t jive with Horse being a horse, why do they know how to make a catapult? Also because I hate how it basically shows us that Horse has no physical danger or chance of injury from being FLUNG around like Pokemon’s Team Rocket.

Have the rest of the centaur Herd come up to and talk to Horse while Horse is trying to get through the Barrier, and Horse talks about the outside and her world and doing things, squeeze in some convo about how there’s no (current) war in Centaurworld and how Horse thinks that that “freedom must be nice.” Anyways these conversations are what has Glendale, Zulius and Durpleton at least considering the ups of leaving.

Durpleton: Durpleton approaches Horse alone and asks about where she’s from, what’s home like, expositiony bits for Warworld and how much Horse needs to get herself and the Artifact back to Rider; Horse should say something offhand, like how she dreamed about exploring the world with Rider after the War seeing new things together, to which we’d cut to a shot of Durpleton looking thoughtful, before asking a completely unrelated question before Horse asks to be left alone. He doesn’t go originally, but gets distracted by something (butterfly?) and trots off.

Wammawink, Ched & Glendale: Atop a hill, Wammawink looks up to see stormclouds gathering off in the distance and comments that they’re going to be in for some rough weather, then goes over to offer Horse food, but gets distracted by some other Valley Denizens who are mad suspicious that Glendale is responsible for something of theirs that’s missing. Leaving Wammawink to go off and have to run interference leaving Glendale to approach Horse alone. Horse will learn that there’s no (current) war in Centaurworld but there was one historically, and Glendale will offhandedly mention that they’ve stolen everything from everyone in the Valley at least 4 times and with the unspoken implication of boredom. Ched will butt in and heckle Horse like, “could you leave any quieter?” and Horse sniping back, ears pinned back and animated horse stress behaviors. And Horse’s last failed attempt at passing the Barrier has them drop the Artifact, and we get a shot of Glendale spotting and eyes widening at seeing the Artifact unattended on the ground, then we get a smash cut of Glendale getting herded away by Ched.

Zulius: Goes over to ask about Horse’s avante garde accessories (her bridle, saddle & armor[barding]), makes comments on her style/aesthetic and asks where he could find some. Horse loses her patience, and says that she Needs to concentrate on getting back to someone they care a lot about and could you please just go away? 

Horse: (voiced as a rhetorical question) “Haven’t you ever wanted to go back to someone you loved before?”

Zulius gets a Look on his face, then he’d puff up, cover up the Armor Piercing Question’s effect on him with more bluster and then turn away as it gets later

Around sunset, Horse finally gives in to go ask Wammawink what’s up, and how can they leave.

Wammawink tries to feed them and convince them to stay, but Horse waves her off and moves away while muttering something about coming up with a plan

Speaking of plans, the Herd excluding Wammawink (& Ched) start talking about being bored, and mention Horse saying stuff about exploring the world (taken out of context, deliberately)

Wammawink, smelling the ugly head of discontent, sighs in defeat at not being able to recruit this new outcast in the Herd and approaches a grazing Horse and says she’ll help her through it with her magic(not admitting that the Barrier is her magic working in the first place because it’s not relevant right now okay) but then we get the “What’s magic?” bit from Horse and the rest of the Herd butts in with the Song. They wander off to go to bed afterwards, and Horse wants to go Now but Wammawink says that she’ll help Horse leave the Barrier but only in the morning because “you look tired”

Horse: “That doesn’t matter.” *awkward silence*

Wammawink, sadly: “Of course it does.” *Horse has already walked away*

The sun finishes setting as the wind blows the plants and through Wammawink’s fur (ominously) and she shivers, going back to the campfire

DREAM SEQUENCE: It’s dark, then we get a flashback dream of a younger Rider and Horse, idk a memory of something to showcase them either while in training or really show their Bond okay? End with them sitting around a campfire with other young soldiers and horses, someone is humming something (the first few bars of the Nowhere King’s Lullaby, no actual words yet). Then Dream!Rider turns to face Horse and asks, “how could you?”

Horse: “How could I what?”

Dream!Rider: “How could you leave me behind?” (The humming grows louder, there’s a lute being played, growing discordant)

Then Horse starts calling into the darkness/void, “I’m coming back for you, Rider! Just hang on, alright?!”

Rider: “Oh Horse, it’s already too late for me.”

“Rider!” Horse yells as they jolt awake, standing, because horses typically sleep standing up.

It’s dawn but the wind and stormy weather signs are picking up but not here yet, Wammawink walks Horse to the edge of the Valley barrier and tries to convince Horse to stay here where it’s safe, but Horse refuses to be deterred

Brief shot of Glendale hiding a bunch of things from her Tummy Hammerspace in order to simulate the feeling of stealing things again later, including the Artifact which falls on the ground

A shot of Durpleton seeing and picking up the Artifact and spotting Wammawink and Horse some distance away going toward the barrier’s edge

Wammawink hangs back on a hill, glowy hands and the magic wall flickers and disappears, and Horse immediately breaks into a gallop and disappears into the forest, Wammawink sighs and turns away

Indeterminate amount of time later, Wammawink recasts the Barrier, and Durpleton misses breakfast so Wammawink enlists Ched to help her look for him because Ched can fly

Cut to a shot of Horse dropping from a canter to a trot on the Rainbow Road, it’s grown darker and the stormclouds are in the sky. Distant thunder booms overhead, and a few scattered raindrops start to fall

“Heyyyy! You forgot your necklaceeee!” a shout from behind

Horse looks back and sees a running Durpleton holding the Artifact, and stops, he catches up to Horse and is gasping, “Wow, you run fast, hoooo, *deep breaths* you’re really *another gasp* athletic! Anyways you forgot your Necklace.”

Durpleton ties the broken string into a necklace around Horse’s neck and Horse thanks them and wishes them a safe journey back to the Valley, but as this happens the rain gradually falls harder. Then the sounds of the Rest of the Herd finally catching up happen, and Wammawink mother hens Durpleton and wants take everyone back home but then a loud BOOM of thunder and lightning overhead, and then it starts to Pour down rain, forcing Horse and co to find shelter until it lets up. Maybe have someone mention something about landslides being a possibility? Durpleton asks how they found them so fast, dim remember, then brief flashback.

FLASHBACK: Wammawink and co searching and calling out for Durpleton everywhere in the Valley, and realize that he must’ve followed Horse for some reason when Zulius FINALLY shows up and mentions that he remembers Durpleton saying he was gonna give Horse back her necklace. The recast Barrier is brought down and they leave the Valley to bring back their friend.

Back to the present where the group has taken shelter as the storm picks up more, and thunder booms overhead, Horse has some nervous horse body language going on, then we get to hear her mutter-singing or humming the “I never fear the drums of war” to calm herself down, but with more stanzas please, when asked she says it’s a battle hymn that Rider sang.

If Horse was humming, Wammawink could ask why she doesn’t sing, she’s sure that Horse has a lovely voice

Horse goes “I’m a horse, I don’t sing.”

Wammawink tries to be encouraging, Horse is resistant

Wammawink invites her to eat (AGAIN) but Horse still turns her (love and affection) down (AGAIN!) and says she’s fine with grazing and Glendale pipes in excitedly that they have decided that they want to travel with Horse (Ched pipes up that he didn’t agree to this) but pls help us convince Wammawink and Horse protests but someone points out to ask “do you even know where you’re going” and they have a point

Horse acknowledges this and relents, states some stuff about how she’s not going to slow down much however. Then Glendale, Zulius and Durpleton rejoice, Ched acts tsundere, but Wammawink looks nervous and wrings her hands together and relents that “they’ll go with Horse as far as the nearest Shaman” and Ched will go, “hey don’t you know he-” and Wammawink shushes him quickly with a gigglecake

Wammawink doubles down on the mother henning behavior

Horse doesn’t eat Wammawink’s gigglecakes but grazes by herself nearby, occasionally answering a question or two when engaged by the others (not Wammawink) and Wammawink mentions how the weather probably won’t let up for very long and they should take it slow and that Horse should bundle up

Horse disagrees but its bedtime and a bedtime song occurs in the backdrop as a restless Horse struggles to stay alert and awake but eventually falls asleep

VISION SEQUENCE: A shimmer of soft blue light, then shots of Rider ducking and weaving, her sword flashing as she tries to weave her way through a horde of enemy soldiers, blood spatters, then an enemy archer takes aim at a fleeing Rider, and Horse calls out a warning. 

Rider turns her head with a surprised look on her face suddenly just enough that the arrow buries itself into her shoulder instead the middle of her back and then she stumbles, one of her arms going limp, but everything goes dark before we can see if she fell

Everything goes dark and the din of war fades away, we get a shot of Horse’s hooves splashing and making ripples into dark water but the camera doesn’t follow her, we hear Horse’s cries for Rider fade, growing further and further away

Still dark, but in the silence we hear distant sound, drip, drip, drip, drip.

Then the episode ends and the credits roll.

[fairytsuk1]

avarice | 01

• pairing: kim taehyung x reader ft other members

• genre/warning: gore (in this chapter)

• words: 1,906 

• summary: you are Kim Taehyung’s Royal Guard, your only mission is to protect him, not to love him because you fear that will hurt him the most

Paxjiro, Childhood Memories

     “You bring so much honor to your family Y/N. It’s a delight to watch you fight,” your aunt smiled as you stared up at her, an annoyed feeling swirling around in your chest because gosh, stop obsessing over me. “Go on to your mother now, she wants to see you.”

     You turned your head and walked wordlessly to your mother, you almost didn’t notice Min Yoongi glaring at you from the floor, a small part of you decided to let it go because he was just competitive but another wanted to rub it in his face. You decided against the latter, figuring it would be a tad too rude. A smirk graced your lips as your marched up to your mother, reveling in the attention and praise.

“You surely know how to fight my dear, I know the Kim family would feel honored to have you protect their son. After all, the L/N household is quite a popular one with their knights.”

     “Of course I’m good at what I do. How could I not be?” You laughed cockily though this was only a facade for your mother, you had to represent yourself as confident, it makes people more afraid of the household. “I’m so hungry. When practice is done, can we go to the bakery? It always smells so sweet when they make honey twists.”

“Already? Well I suppose you deserve a reward for a job well done. Sure, I will walk with you. Here now, go, change and meet me outside.”

     “Thank you but...I’d like to go by myself this time, I am only ten but I am mature enough! I know how to be safe, will you let me? Please?”

     Your mother gave a disapproving sigh but nonetheless nodded her head. You smiled and gave a quick bow before turning and walking over to Yoongi, he gave a glare as if he was annoyed with you but you were able to shrug it off before laughing.

“Are you still upset? You know it was just practice.”

     “Shut up, I’m not mad!”

“Ah! Grandpa is angry again! Run away! Just kidding, but you should scowl less.”

     “Yeah yeah. See you soon.”

     You wouldn’t consider Yoongi to be your best friend, you wouldn’t consider Yoongi as more than a friend. Ruffling his jet black hair with your dirty fingers, he rolled his eyes and pushed you away with his pointer finger before marching off. You don’t know why Yoongi acted the way he did. But he was funny and that was all that mattered.

     How lovely. I look like a princess in this dress. Though you may be considered too old to be a princess, something about the light blue shade and the small ruffles in it made you feel magical. I hope I marry a prince one day. You shook your head and placed your hands into your eyes, pressing hard enough as if that would rid the childish thoughts in your mind. All it did was make your eyes ache as you blinked and squinted yourself back into reality.

      As you walked towards the familiar bakery, you couldn’t help but keep a stony straight face. Though on the inside you felt like you were exploding, you looked more like a child told to run some errands or else she’d get whipped. The smell of fresh baked bread and delicious delicacies with different sugars and toppings filled your nostrils. They made your mouth practically drool at the thought.

     The rest of that moment felt like a blur, you couldn’t remember much from your childhood but you could remember the store owner, Lee Chang-Hee placing extra honey drizzle and the feeling of ecstasy in your heart because it was just too good. After finishing, you wiped your hands and mouth with a napkin before yelling out a ten because that pastry was definitely a ten out of ten. Though it was just beginning to get dark, you figured a few more stops wouldn’t hurt, so you dragged your tired feet as fast as you could to match your excited personality. The horse stables quickly came into view and you noted they hadn’t been cleaned yet, perhaps you could do that for the owners later in exchange for about eleven thousand won. Opening the stable doors, you discover a boy about your age, he was taller and in much more fancy clothing. It looked almost royal.

     “What shall your name be? You look like an Axian..,” he murmured while stroking the horse’s white haired mane.

“Her name’s Luna and she’s a girl.”

     Turning around in shock, he dropped the brush and looked like her was going to shit his pants. He couldn’t have been older than thirteen so you assumed he was about eleven or twelve.

“Who are you?”

     “Please don’t tell my mom! Wait a minute...are you a commoner?”

“Excuse me?”

     “You’re not a maid! Thank goodness.”

     Feeling mildly offended, you snatched the brush from off the floor and placed it back on the shelf while he awkwardly smiled at you.

“Why do you keep looking at me? You’re being weird-,” a breath got caught in your throat as you assessed the purple pin on his chest. That pin meant he was royalty. That pin meant this wasn’t just some boy, this was Kim Taehyung. “You’re Kim Taehyung!”

     “The one and only! Nice to meet you!” Taehyung formally bowed and stood. “Can I know your name now?”

“Y/N L/N! I’m supposed to be your guard. When I’m older though!”

     “Really? You can fight? Wah that’s so cool, you’re very pretty.”

     You didn’t have much time to react to a handsome prince calling you pretty because a shrill voice began to call Taehyung’s name, you giggled slightly at the way his body seemed to practically convulse as he cringed.

     “Well, we’re friends now. You don’t have a choice. I’m going to be back tomorrow so come here again! Don’t forget about me now. I think we’re gonna be great partners in crime. See you later!”

     A boyish smile and about ten quick steps later, the royal prince Kim Taehyung was gone and most likely on a wagon back to his castle. At that moment you couldn’t tell on whether or not you were excited to be guarding that boy or afraid of the trouble he’s going to cause.

     Paxjiro Castle, Present Time

“Kim Taehyung! You are so annoying!” You shouted in embarrassment. “I can’t believe you did that!”

     Taehyung was laughing so hard that to others it would have looked like he was sobbing into his hands. He wheezed and crouched slightly because he just found you so hilarious.

     “I feel bad but it was too funny! They almost believed it was you who farted!”

“That is not funny at all! That was all your fault! It was hard to stay straight-faced too!”

     Taehyung wiped excess tears from his eyes before flopping back on his back. A small smile donned his face to which you sat down and flicked his nose as a slight revenge.

     “You don’t have to stay straight faced all the time, you look fine either way but then you won’t get these,” his hands traced over a few wrinkles, “unless you like older men.”

“I hate you. Stop calling me ugly! Don’t make me bring up the tragic honeycomb incident.”

     “No don’t! I’m sorry I said you liked older men!”

     You rolled your eyes and cracked your knuckles while Taehyung placed his head in your lap and stared at you. Your heartbeat quickened slightly but you suppressed those feelings because you had no time for romance.No time for romance when you need to protect this boy.

     Your hands gently raked through his hair which had grown closely resembling a mullet, you thought he looked quite handsome. His eyes were closed and he looked completely ethereal, you frowned as you gently traced over the fading bruise on his neck. A few weeks ago, an unidentified man had tried to strangle Taehyung in his sleep and after that event his family had decided to up the security. They brought you in as his guard even though you weren’t supposed to be guarding him for at least another year.

“Are you asleep?”

     “Shh, I’m trying.”

     You continued to stroke his hair until a sharp scream came from what seemed all the way on the other side of the castle. Taehyung shot up and ran out of the room quickly, you grabbed your gleaming royal sword and followed. You ended up passing Taehyung due to your fitness level being higher than his but the scene you had stumbled upon was horrific. A sickening feeling pooled in your stomach as everyone crowded towards the severed head. You didn’t recognize this man but you still felt pain because a Paxjiro Citizen pin laid on the floor beside it.

“My lady, you shouldn’t have to see this. Maids! Please take  the Lady to the parlor.” You acted quickly, instincts kicking in that someone might still be in the castle, “Back away everyone!”

     All the girls nodded in fear and seemed relieved to be exiting that area of the palace. You herded Taehyung behind you as he murmured incoherent words of shock and distaste.

     “Who would dare do this to someone from our kingdom?!” the King growled out and stared at the head with a face that even you couldn’t decipher.

“I heard the Lady’s scream from all the way across the castle, I apologize, I wasn’t here. Though it seems he was killed and dropped off as a threat,” As respectfully as you could, you informed him of what had happened within minutes.

     “I see. He was a commoner but that doesn’t excuse anything. Taehyung, follow me, we are having a meeting with the people in the castle. This is a tragedy. Y/N, clean up this mess and dispose of the head at once. Remind all guards to keep steady watch, especially the south towers since they should have noticed an intruder lurking about.”

“Yes Sir, I am on it right now,” you gave a deep bow until he had left the room before standing and setting your sword down. “This is so disgusting.”

     Although you knew the King asked you to clean up the blood, it wasn’t your job and disposing of the head seemed more important. You grabbed the hair and gagged as the smell assaulted your nostrils. You took a deep breath and held it out in front of you while beginning to walk out the back door.

     Wait, my sword. Each second you held the head, the more you felt upset and just horrified at whoever would do such a thing. Once armed, you walked out into the crisp air which helped to relieve your slight headache. A rustle in one of the bushes alerted you to drop the head and walk over in a fighting stance.

     You discovered a note lying on the floor written in black ink. The handwriting had scratchy and quick lines, you recognized that handwriting. Kim Namjoon’s personal guard Hoseok had written that note. You lifted it and read, feeling a chill run down your spine.

Namjoon made me kill that man, I’m sorry.

Be careful, Namjoon will kill more.

-Hoseok

[tvehyungs-gf]

A Piece of You

✧ Genre: angst, zombies, sad, slightly based on the game: the shadows that run alongside our car, the concept is amazing i love it ✧ Pairings: Taehyung x Reader (oc: female) ✧ Requested: no! ✧ Word Count: 5.2K ➝ ask box ➝ bts masterlist ➝ w.i.p.s

A stranger saved my life in returns of giving hers to the devil; yet, she did so without hesitation all while she never got the pleasure in knowing the name of the man whose life she saved.

Eight days. It’s been eight long and disastrous days since the outbreak started, and each night, another thousand is turned. The staggered walking dead chewing the first human they can get in touch with, turning the human into one of them. Those grey colored creatures turned my family and friends in the instant they caught them. Blood posthaste spewing out of their open bite wounds as their inner organs spilled nonchalantly out of their body. It was a vomit inducing experience the first time you see it, but now this is just a regular sight to see. Or, almost. I still couldn’t get used to seeing real organs laying in the street next to it’s once alive owner.

Fighting back those monsters was hard - they were inevitably stronger, but slower in speed. However, their pace quickened once they smelt the wonderful smell of human flesh and the sound of the blood rushing through our veins. They were like vampires, but they desired more than just blood, they craved human flesh. They had a bottomless pit as a stomach and a deathly craving for moving organisms. But the question that sticks to what left of society is how did these monsters come to existence? Alas, that was an answer no one had.

But the only question that sticks on my mind was: will I be apart of the next thousand tonight? 

With the cold gust of air slapping my dry skin harshly as I ran furiously through the familiar streets of my once lively neighborhood, the only thing on my agenda was to try to find a safe place. 

But, will I make it out alive? 

I was alone. And I was more than just scared - I was terrified for my life. I didn’t know what the hell to do. Each night, I slept in different areas of the neighborhood because by each passing day, one place would get overrun. The smarter thing to do in this situation would be to find a completely new area to stay, but I’m too intact with my neighborhood and I’m in denial. I can’t leave this place where it once made me happy with the memories I created.

With an emotional feeling washing over me, I started to feel desolated. I was truly alone in a world full of abhorrent sauntering corpses. I had no family or friends left, well, not that I know of, but it wasn’t like I was able to go on Facebook and message them asking if they’re alive or not. Unfortunately, the world doesn’t turn the way I wished it would.

Out of breath, I stopped abruptly and turned around. The herd of devilish looking zombies was about half a basketball court away from me. I don’t think I can do it anymore, my legs felt like jello and my head felt so light - the world around me was turning into circles and I felt sick. My mind went in 180 different directions as I decided to accept my fate: I wasn’t going to make it. My chest heaved furiously as I tried to catch my breath, but within the next minute I felt a hard push on my shoulder.

A deep voice yelled right besides me as the bloody clothed man nudge me towards a car that was parked before me. Was that car always there? But the answer to that was way beyond me, I was too lost in my wavering thoughts to notice my surroundings. “What the fuck are you doing?! C’mon, get in the car!”

Quickly, I hopped inside the passenger seat as the man triggered multiple shots at the herd before he got inside the car. The deafening sounds of the bullets leaving the gun made my ear ring, it was a sound I wasn’t used too. “Are you trying to get yourself killed! You’re so fucking lucky that I was scouting this neighborhood.” The stranger quickly ignited the ignition before abruptly stepping on the gas.

“Look, you could’ve just left me there! You didn’t have to save me and you most definitley don’t have to yell at me!” I retorted in annoyance. Taking a deep breath, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Oh my god.”

Suddenly, my stomach felt bubbly and my mouth started to taste acidic. Expeditiously, I rolled down the window and stuck out my head right in time as vomit started to come out of my mouth in a rushed manor. My eyes began to water as my body shook just slightly.

“Fuck. Are you alright?” The stranger asked as he gave me a quick glance before turning his eyes back to the road. “Holy shit, are you bitten!”

“N-no.” was all I could manage in between the chunks of whatever I ate this morning spurt out of my mouth. Unfortunately for me, as the stranger had taken another glance at me, he didn’t see the wondering creature in the middle of the road. Once the male noticed the brute, he swerved the car just in time as I gagged up another chunk of barf. Quickly, I pressed my hands against the side of the door to stop myself from almost flying out of the car just like my throw up. Maybe I should’ve put on a seatbelt because safety first. But that thought was quickly dispersed from my mind because if you have forgotten, I was in the middle of running away from a herd of killing machines.

Once I was done, I sat down back in my seat tiredly. My throat burned like hell but in return, I felt much better. “No, I wasn’t. Sorry, I just feel so sick.” Quickly, I used the back of my long sleeve to wipe the sides of my lips. As disgusting as that sounds, there wasn’t much I could do. I rather have my already dirty clothes stained with the leftovers of my vomit than to have it dry up on my face.

“It’s alright, I guess. Sorry if I was a bit rude, it’s just that life is too precious to let it go so easily. It’s something that people wish they can have back. But under these circumstances, they’re not quite back in the sense they hoped for. I was just annoyed to see that you were so willing to give up your life to those lifeless monsters...” The man spoke honestly as he reached towards the sides of his door before he handed me a less than half full bottle of water. “Drink it, it’s water.” 

“Thanks. And I’m sorry? I understand where you’re coming from but in that moment, I felt desolated and there’s honestly nothing for me to live for. I was tired and I was giving up hope. But you saved me, so thank you.”

The gentlemen nodded with an understanding look. In a swift movement, I twisted off the white plastic cap of the water bottle before downing what’s left. The smooth flow of water immediately relaxing my burning and aching throat. “Where are we going, anyways?”

“I don’t know. Let’s just drive and see where the road takes us, I guess.”

“What? Look, dude, we’re not teenagers trying to be hipsters! We’re adults,” I looked at the man who seemed to be in his early 20′s. His brown dyed hair was disheveled and looked as if he had ran his hands through it too many times to count. His natural hair color, black, was peaking on top the mop of his straight hair, which indicated that it was time to redye it again. As I looked more thoroughly at him, I noticed there was a little bit of stubble forming on his chin and there was a darkened color stained underneath his dark-brown eyes, just like the ones living under mine. Overall, despite his tired and worn out look, he was inevitably handsome. “Who are trying to survive a freaking apocalypse!”

Ignoring every rule of safety while driving, the latter quickly threw his honey colored hands up in the air in defense. “Do you have any other better ideas? More than half of these towns had been invaded by those things and I’m honestly surprised that you somehow managed to stay alive. No offense.”

“None taken. But I don’t know, I tried to stay hidden and not make too much noise.” Sighing, I looked out of the window, the rushing scenery zooming past us in a hurriedly manor. It looked as if the trees passing by were somehow dancing. “Where have you been staying? And how did you manage to equip a car?”

In my peripheral vision, the male shrugged as he glanced towards the backseats. “I’ve been staying in my car ever since the outbreak. I’ve been on the move once I noticed the towns were starting to get turned. I’m already on my last tank of gas and I’m running out of options at this point. That’s why I’m scavenging these homes before they get infested.”

“Looking for food?”

He nodded, “And vegetable oil. Luckily for me, I have a diesel car. Meaning that my car can run on vegetable oil if I just make a few modifications. But, finding time and a place to do so is just another task I have to find time for.”

“That’s quite smart, I have never heard of that before. Although, it seems weird, it does intrigues me. I guess we’ll just have to see where this road does takes us.”

The driver hmm’d in agreement just before the uncomfortable silence began to invade the small car. That was when I decided to finally take notice of my situation and surroundings. I was inside a car with a stranger who seemingly saved my life, also, the same stranger whose pocketing a gun just this very moment. An unsettling feeling rushed through me: he could kill me in a second if he wanted to. But, why do that when he could’ve left me to die with those things? 

As I looked around the car, there wasn’t anything out of the unordinary. The backseat contained of canned foods and empty bags of chips, along with a dirty and ripped backpack and a small grey blanket. He really must’ve been staying in his car. 

The thought of this stranger killing me straightaway vanished from my mind: he did save me after all. So, why go through the trouble to just kill me later? 

When I looked back to the front, I glanced at the small car radio displayed in the middle of the black dashboard. Maybe some tunes can lighten the awkward silence. Unfortunately, as I pressed the on button, a blaring sound of white noise erupted the deadly silence. “I should’ve saw this coming, honestly.”

Out of reflex, I turned down the stereo to about a level 2. It wasn’t too quiet, but it was enough to add a little bit of background music. “Hey, actually, it was working this morning. I think some stations are working but you’d just have to turn the dial just a minuscule bit at a time.”

I looked at the elder male, his side profile was a sight to see. With a high nose bridge and sharp eyes, I really began to feel jealous of this individual. How can he manage to look just as great as a celebrity in times like these? Shaking that thought off, I returned my attention to the stereo. “I have nothing better to do, so I’ll try it.” With a slight laugh of encouragement, I began to slowly turn the dial to see if we can tune into a radio station.

“Oh my god!” After a few minutes of obnoxiously turning the dial, we finally had hit jackpot. Or, something... I mean, it was better than nothing. With the deathly tunes of heavy metal playing discreetly in the background, we finally settled comfortably in the car. 

Yet, the reminisce of the awkwardness stuck around. I still didn’t know much about this stranger and he definitely did’t know me either. Maybe we can indulge in small talk? Hopefully he’s up for it. “So, did you live around the neighborhood?”

His deep voice sotto voce throughout the small space of the car, “Not exactly. I had friends who lived there so I would drop by often. Unfortunately, my first encounter with a living dead was when my friend, Jungkook, was treading down the stairs with sweat dripping from his forehead. He claimed that he was feeling sick and that he felt as if he was dying, but quite literally he was. We both didn’t know what to do in that moment.” 

He sighed. “I should’ve taken him to the hospital but he said that it was probably just a fever. No one was home but him. So when I laid him down on the couch, I turned on the T.V so he could watch as I fetched him some medicine. But when I came back,” The sad male frowned as he recalled this terrible memory. “When I came back... He was dead... He wouldn’t wake up and nothing I was doing was waking him up. And that’s when the T.V was blaring the alarming news of the dead waking up and eating the brains of the first human they saw.”

My right hand had somehow found it’s way towards the broad shoulder of the dejected male. “Obviously, I turned off the T.V. and gave my dead friend all my attention. And within a few minutes of the deadly silence killing me, my supposedly un-living friend woke up in a jolt. And from there, long story short, he nearly killed me but I was quick with my actions. In result, I sat there with my bashed friend laying in the arms of his killer.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that...” I spoke truthfully. I had encountered nowhere near as close as to what he had, and it’s unfortunate that it happened to his friend. “On the brighter side of things, he’s in a better place now and he didn’t have to go through the troubles of turning and suffering.”

The unnamed stranger nodded slowly, “Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t think of it that way and honestly that makes me feel much better. Thank you.”

I smiled, “Hey it’s no problem.” I gave him a small squeeze on the shoulder before looking back to the road. “How much gas do you have left?”

“Barely any, I’m afraid. We might have to get on feet soon because we’re literally in the middle of no where. And it’s getting late.”

The worrisome lad sighed in frustration. I only sat there taking in the sudden news that we were unfortunately going to be stranded sooner or later, and it’s even worse that it’ll night time by the time the inevitable comes. If I hadn’t told you before, but when it’s night time, those zombies come out in groups. Though my observations from a window of a two story building, at night time they stick together in a herd. I think it’s because since they can’t see well at night, they stick together like a pack hunting their next prey. And this stranger and I, with the crappy luck that we have, are most likely going to be their very next meal.

“Maybe we can take a detour? Have you heard any news of a safe haven?” I asked since he was always on the move. Maybe he has heard some thing’s that I haven’t, since I was always in one general area.

He scoffed sarcastically. “What is this? The walking dead? I wish we could find Rick’s gang and survive as long as they did. But with reality biting us in the ass, I haven’t heard of anything like that. We’re best with staying in this car until we find an actual place.”

“Sorry I asked.” I looked out the window again. It’s been maybe an hour or so since he picked me up. The sky has darkened to an a dark red-orange color with clouds floating sparsely across the sky.

“No I’m sorry for snapping. As you can tell, I’m really stressed out about this.” His eyes scanned my face for a second, but I only stayed looking out the window. A frown etched itself on his beautiful features before he turned his attention back to the road again. “Hey, what was your life before this outbreak? I was working as a farmer with my grandmother on her strawberry farm. But I moved literally a week ago, leaving me jobless for the time being... or we’ll forever at this day and age.”

I looked at the male silently. After a few seconds, I finally spoke up. It’s better to have a good relationship than let a little attitude ruin my whole mood. “I worked at a supermarket part time as I was going to university. Coincidentally, I was planning to call in sick to do homework on the day of the outbreak. Luckily for me, I don’t have to call in anymore.”

His deep laugh echoed out loud, “That’s some good luck.”

“Yeah, it is huh?” I laughed quietly at the thought. “So, you worked on a farm?”

The male nodded, “Yeah. I was practically raised by my grandmother and I was always helping her out by picking out the ripe strawberries. Man, that farm was pretty big, I miss it so much.”

Wait! He lived on a farm that was big... Call me a genius, but I may have thought of the greatest solution to our biggest problem. “I have a good idea! We can try to go to your grandmothers farm and stay there?”

The idea had seemed so great in my head, but saying it out loud made feel a little bit stupid because with what gas are we going to use to get to the farm? Only God knows how long the walk will be to his grandmothers farm!

“It’s not that far, but I don’t know if the gas we have can make it. Or,” He looked at me quizzically as he stopped the car. “We can use out all the gas, and where ever we stop, we can just sleep the night away and walk on foot in the morning.”

“You’re a genius!” I yelped giving him a high five. “How far do you think it is from here?”

The stranger hmm’d as he looked around our surroundings. A zombie was limping towards the car but we paid no attention to it. It was about a few feet away from us, but by the time the stranger concluded his answer, he was already back to pressing on the gas. Some of the trees began to get smaller as we drove away. “I think I remember this road, but if I’m correct, it’s about a 30 minute drive. So on foot, it’ll maybe take an hour or two.”

“That’s risky, but what else can we do?”

He nodded with a sideways smile, “We’ll just do what we have to do.”

“So what did you do?” 

I looked at the man as I bit my bottom lip. “I jumped the fence and broke my ankle. That was probably one of the most dumbest things I’ve ever done in my life and I regret it every single day!”

The elder laughed, “You did all of that because your crush was watching you? You’re ridiculous!” I joined in on his laughing fit before we stopped laughing to catch our breath. “I also can’t believe that he said to you, ‘shawty imma party till the sun down’! That’s hilarious!”

“Oh goodness, I instantly began to disregard my crush for him after that. Teens are seriously so cringey.” I recounted as I shivered in disgust because of that awful and embarrassing day. It’s been about a good hour or so when we had ran out of gas, and it was looking like the sun was just about to settle down. The car had stopped in next to an array of trees, but there was nothing but an endless road ahead of us. “What about you? What’s your funniest memory?”

The honey skinned adult looked at me as he tried to recall a certain memory. As he sat there thinking, I couldn’t help but stare at him. Like I said about a million times already, he was incredibly handsome. This time, I only noticed the small mole he had on the tip of his tall nose and the mole he had on his eye. His dark brown eyes held a sparkle that I haven’t noticed but it mesmerized me. Suddenly, we made direct eye contact but before I could embarrass myself, I looked away as blood began to rush to my cheeks. 

“I think the funniest memory I have would be the time where Jungkook and I were on a merry-go-round.” The man looked at me with a smile, a small laugh began to erupt out of his mouth again. “He nearly killed me because he kept spinning the damn thing and I felt so damn nauseated but that little shit only kept going. I seriously thought that I was going to fly off of the thing. I was holding onto the bars of the merry-go-round for dear life!” 

I grinned imagining the story in my head. “Oh god, did you throw up or anything after?”

“I thought that I was going to throw up as we were spinning around and around, but luckily I didn’t.”

“You and Jungkook were really close huh?”

The male nodded with a pout, “He was my best friend.”

A small breath emanated past my lips, “It must’ve been hard for you that day huh?” I looked down at my lap and fiddled my dirty thumbs together. Speaking of best friends, I began to remember the memories I had with my best friend. No, he wasn’t just a best friend to me, he was like a brother. 

“Yeah,” The other said quietly. “I wish I was able to give him a proper burying because he deserves more than just an Ironman blanket covering his disheveled body. Under these circumstances, that was as good as it was going to get.” 

I nodded understanding where he was coming from. “I had a best friend once too. His name was Yoongi. He was like an older brother I never got to have.” I smiled at the name of my beloved friend, “He was a mean and distant one, but I was somehow able to break him out of his caged shell. He liked to call me brat rather than my actual name because he said that I was always such a brat towards him.”

I laughed to myself, “Everyone thought he was mean to me, but he was bad at showing his true emotions.”

“Did he pass because of the apocalypse?”

I shook my head from side to side. “He actually passed a year ago because he was involved in a car accident. As he was making a left turn, a semi truck ran a red light and crashed into his car.” I looked at the latter with a frown. “He was on his way to pick me up from work. He was actually at the light to turn into the supermarket... And to actually see his car flying down the road at a bizarre speed before he was smushed into a lamp post is something that can never leave my mind. It in engraved into stones in my memory and I can even remember the entire thing like it was just yesterday.”

A warm hand squeezed my shoulder trying to comfort me. “The semi truck driver was John Griffin, who had involuntary manslaughtered 24 year old, Min Yoongi.” The man recalled from the news that everyone was talking about just a year ago. Min Yoongi was a young adult who had died too young, but his death became a huge significance to remind those who drink to not drive while under the influence. My best friend died with many goals in his life that he wasn’t able to accomplish, and it saddens me everyday that he wasn’t able to become the music producer he had aways dreamed of becoming. “I remember watching the breaking news on T.V.”

“I thought everything was a dream and I kept telling myself to wake up, but the results only unenlightened me.” I looked up at the male. “I just needed to wake up.”

“I’m sorry,” He spoke in a low tone. “I’m so sorry.”

“We always lose people who are close to us, and it’s just a matter of time before that happens again.”

A vociferous baritone voice woke me up in a jolt with the words: “Wake up! Wake up, oh my god, please wake up!”

Instantly, I shot up straight from the car seat that I had the uncomfortable displeasure of sleeping on. My vision was blurry and darkened, everything around me was covered in a pitch black shadow. It took a second or two for my eyes to adjust to the dark scenery but even then, I was barely able to make out most of my surroundings. The male that slept besides me from his seat was staring straight at me with a worrisome look. “What’s happening?” 

Quickly, the male pulled me into a hug, his hands squeezing my body in a tight embrace. “I don’t know if we can make it to the farm,” He whispered softly into my ear. “They’re here. And they’re close.”

Instantaneously, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach as tears pooled in my eyes. I was going to experience another near death experience all within in a span of 24 hours. “We’re not going to be able to get away on foot, are we?”

The latter shook his head as he pulled away. “We’re better off in this car than to get out there.” I looked out the back window and I was instantly welcomed to a landscape full of wandering zombies. There had to be at least 15 or even 20 of them out there. There was only the two of us, but I was equipped with nothing my clothes. And the gun that the stranger had was not going to help us stay alive, rather, it would just cause more attention to us. “If we stay quiet enough, maybe they’ll wonder off in a different direction by morning time.”

“Maybe,” I whispered. “But, they’re all coming in quite close. It’ll be just a few minutes before they’ll surround the entire car.”

The minutes that had passed by felt like hours, and only then the unavoidable reality began to settle. The herd was starting to surround the car just as the devil made his appearance in the form of zombies. The disgruntled noises from the dead ate out the silence. In a swift movement, the elder male that I had the pleasure of knowing gripped onto my hand with fear while his other hand shakingly held the gun he had. “I want you to know that you made the last 24 hours of my life very enjoyable and I’m glad that I was able to meet and save you.”

I looked at the lad with a small smile, “I can say the exact same thing. Thank you for saving me.” I gave his hand a squeeze before I leaned in to give the boy a chaste kiss. “You’ll never know when you’ll be able to kiss someone again.”

The herd that surrounded us had taken notice of our frightened presence. With their dirtied nails scratching the windows, their hunger grew as they smelt the flesh of our bodies. The car then began to sway ever so slightly, and it was just a matter of time before we get knocked down. “Thank you for saving me, but in return,” I gulped down a cry. “I want to save you.”

“N-no!” He yelled breaking our silenced talks. “The fuck, no! You’re ridiculous. I won’t let that happen, no no no.”

I shook my head, disagreeing. “I’m going to open this door and block them off as you try to get away okay? Run as fast as you can.”

“No! What the hell are you insane? No, we’re leaving together.”

Closing my eyes, I couldn’t help be let a tear drip down. “Don’t be stubborn, we both know that only one of us can make it out of a situation like this.” When I opened my eyes, the distressed look on the other males face made wrinkles form on his bang covered forehead. As I got up from the seat, I turned around to crawl into the backseat. That way, when I open the door, the zombies will turn their attention towards the back of the car rather than the front where the stranger can flee with only a little scratches. Or so I hope.

“Here, take all of this with you.” I gathered the canned foods into his backpack along with his grey blanket. “On a count of three, okay?”

The gentlemen shook his head as tears flew off his face from the his harsh movements. “I can’t leave you...”

“It’s okay, alright? I’m just a stranger to you, I don’t hold any significance to you. I’ll be sure to greet Jungkook and let him know that you’re okay, alright? And plus, I’ll finally be able to see my best friend again too.” I gave the man a reassuring smile before handing him his backpack. “Stay safe, okay? Get to the farm as fast as you can.”

The man reached over and pulled me into another hug. “I’ll be alright. I hate this part, but don’t think that I’ll ever forget about it.” He gave me our second kiss before he pulled away. Before I forgot, I pulled out my wallet that had sat comfortably in the back pocket of my jeans and gave it to the confused male.

Hesitantly, he gripped the wallet and placed it safely inside his backpack. “On a count of three, okay?” I placed a hand on his shoulder before motioning him to get in position. Once he was ready, I began my count down.

“One.”

“Thank you for everything,” He started.

“Two.”

“I’ll now hold a piece of you.”

“Three.”

“I’ll be alright.”

A stranger saved my life in returns of giving hers to the devil; yet, she did so without hesitation all while she never got the pleasure in knowing the name of the man whose life she saved. My name is Kim Taehyung and I owe all my respects to the stranger who showed me to view the crumbling world in different life. 

Sitting against the concrete walls of my grandmother’s house, I pulled out the wallet the stranger had handed to me a month ago. The brown leather was beginning to peel, but I had paid no mind. Opening the small item, I was greeted with a smiling picture on her I.D.

Y/L/N Y/N.

The stranger who died saving my life, died without a name. But now, her name that I just learned is something that I’ll never forget. I’ll see her soon, maybe it won’t be now, but I will make it my mission to see her beautiful smile again. 

Authors note: I haven’t watched a full play though of this game yet and I really really need to because this game has such a beautiful idea! I really liked the concept and so I decided, eh, why not make an imagine based of it? I’m lowkey sad because I didn’t know how to end this but I love how it turned out! Thank you for reading this, and please let me know what you think of it!

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Hypnotica

“Welcome to Hypnotica America’s premier Male Management Serv ... Mr’s Johnson? You’re kidding, we had him in the fetishizer for 48 hours last time ... I know we don’t technically cover after 90 days, but given the difficulty your husband has had I think we can make an except ... oh we’ve got a runner ...”

If I can make it out, I could get to Canada, Europe, someplace where they protected men from the fetishizer instead of this ...

Suddenly there the lights in the parking lots flash everywhere and I hear “All roads lead to Hypnotica” over the speakers. Suddenly no matter how straight I run I see the franchise curve into view ahead of me, closer each time I see it. The manager is speaking into an earpiece and the lights flash again “Look at my breasts Mr. Johnson”

No, I can’t I squeeze my eyes shut - I might do better running blindly than seeing right now anyway -- “Breathe, Calm down, and look at my Breasts before you hurt yourself...” -- I shout “No, you can’t make me ...” before I think about the fact that I should keep quiet ... not likely how I’ll escape but every little bit ...

In front of me I hear  “I bet if you’re hypnohorny you’ll look ...”

I feel myself start to become hard in my pants despite my best effort at control.

She’s too my left now “Soo hypnohorny ... so hard to run ...” So if she’s too my left then my right should be away. I run that way ... straight into a pair of warm pillowy breasts ... Strong arms wrap around me and I’m pressed against themstartled I open my eyes for a moment and that’s a moment for than I should

 ...

“Surprise Mister Johnson! There they are, so powerful, so hypnotic ...” as she steps back I feel my resistance draining down, down into my preternaturally hard cock, my eyes locking open as my jaw goes slack ... 

She takes a careful step backwards ... Somewhere inside I can hear myself yelling ‘No, No don’t follow her you idiot’ but that part of me is cut off from any control as I helplessly step forward ...

She steps back again, forward I step ...

She smiles “Yeah ... yeah I think we’ve got him. Thanks for herding him to me Aisha ...” to my left I vaguely hear the pretty black woman chuckle “Any time Deanna. My shifts over, do you need me to stay?” 

Step back ... step forward ...

“Can you make sure I don’t trip over anything going back and get the door? Oh and tell Mrs Johnson we’ve got him, she must be distraught.”

Step back ... step forward ...

“See Mr Johnson? Look how small a basic fetishizer is now? Right here in our shirts now. You have to let us condition you so someone cant just enslave you and take you away from your wife now?

Step back ... step forward ...

“They’re too small. Canada and Europe aren’t going to be able to stop these anymore? Pretty soon women are going to get them when they open a bank account.”

Step back ... step forward ...

“Sidewalk Deanna”

Step back and up ... step forward ...

I try to move my foot so I’ll trip on the curb. All I need is to break eye contact for a second and -- she sees something in my face and guesses “No. Very Sneaky Mister Johnson, Now step up like a good boy.”

Step back ... step forward and up ...

it takes another ten minutes before I’m strapped down  in one of the comfortable recliners.As I wake from the dreamlike fetishizer state I realize I’m naked, which is new, but the various clamps and straps are secure before I can do anything effective. Some kind of weird gag is in my mouth, two nozzles up my nose. As I try to push it out with my tongue suddenly I feel pressure cuff’s inflate around my legs and arms, then the gag inflates, and lastly as I’m thrashing my head I feel something inflate around my head, and slowly rotate my head straight ahead of me as something -- presumably headphones -- pops into my ear canal Around my arms and legs I feel a sudden pressure, like from a blood pressure tester, and my limbs are locked down far more firmly than any previous machine. 

I’ve kept my mind through six of these and they’ve all been scary, but none of them just flat out immobilized me like this. I’ve never been so terrified.

Deanna pops up and starts talking to me but I can’t hear anything -- like, at all, while she chatters happily inches from my face. Fortunately she’s always been quick on the draw, and sees me trying to read her lips. She reaches past my head and I can hear her loud and clear.

“Sorry about that - I helped design this, but I’m still not used to it. As much as I’m getting tired of seeing you here, I have to admit if it wasn’t for you I’d have never started this, Hypnotica Inc wouldn’t have bought it from me, and I wouldn’t be a millionaire as of two weeks ago. So thank you for making me keep at it. That said, I really think this machine is the answer to your problems. Sorry, I tried to name it the Johnsonbreaker 9000 but they vetoed that.”

Working as she spoke, she put a drop of something on my eyelids, which she then stuck a thin rubbery strap to. I could blink, but when not actually blinking my eyelid was held firmly open. “So, Welcome to the Fully Integrated Sensory Control Suite, and if you can make FISC’S into anything dirty without really reaching for it congrats because I really really tried and I can’t.”

She ducked out of sight relative to my head, but her voice was still as if she were right there “That’s Marketing for you. We can make a device to sexually enslave you, but we can’t use the name ‘Johnson’ in it because that sounds like we don’t take our responsibilities seriously:” She teased my cock lightly but I refused to cooperate with whatever. “HypnoHorny Mister Johnson ... ah there we go “ and she attached some kind of sleeve which took my cock into it easily, 

“Sorry, this part is going to sting ...” and it did - she had stuck something like a needle in my at the base of my cock, and then again in my leg. “That will keep your penis from doing something awful if you have an erection last more than four hours. A tiny little blood pump that will drain blood out and back into your body so bad things don’t happen. Our testing shows this actually keeps your penis oxygenated and improves the sensations too, so there you go. Oh - yeah, I’m getting extra money specifically for that too, because we can surgically alter men so their hardons never collapse now. Whole new money thing, and I get 10% of every sale or license. Gross, not net.”

She started pulling at something else, what the hell else is she doing now, I don’t have that much more down there? Then I felt her putting something around my testicles -- “I think, long term, that’s going to make me richer than the FISC’S is. I mean, this thing is going to be a big ticket items and I get a cut, but how many of these can you really sell? But making a man’s hardon last for days? That’s going to be a billion outpatient operations worldwide and I am gonna get a cut of each of them.”

Oh god, I feel something at my ass ... because of course there is “This is not nearly as large as you think it is, but relaxing will help. This is like, a kind of combination balloon hose, one part of it is so you can spend a week in here, and the other to stimulate the prostate when we need to. One of there designers came up with it, but it’s really pretty cool and seems to work really well. and that just leaves this ...” and I felt something slide firmly into the area behind my penis in the no mans land between penis and asshole -- “And that establishes control of the prostate.

I was trying to cry, but no tears were coming -- I suddenly realized they were being efficiently removed by the tubes up my nose. 

She got up and looked pensive. “I’m forgetting something” She walked over to the control panel for a second and I heard her pick up a manual.  What the hell could she be forgetting? That’s everything. I can’t cry, I can’t move, what the hell else can she control on my body “Oh ... yeah that”. She stood over me, and fished something off to both sides. What fresh hell ... She attached two devices to my nipples. 

Oh ... yeah that ...

“Okay. That’s it - everything but the VR glasses themselves and sealing the unit. Don’t worry about a thing - We -- we have some government offers on this so we way overengineered this - Freshly setup like this you can literally live years in it, Even if our backup generator died it can last for months on the backup battery alone, It’s lightly armored, Unless we we get nuked or something you’re as safe as you can be.”

“So ... there’s one last thing I should tell you.” She bit her lip.”You know, I’ve liked you since High School, you were always so good to the kids, and I know I didn’t ace your course but I really liked it and ... Janet was helping me with the legal issues getting this stuff together, and we talked about her health issues ... and she’s going to Europe for some experimental treatments that I’m paying for with the money I got on this, but the prognosis is ... well ... yeah ...”

“So Janet proposed that I imprint you with me instead of her, and I argued but ... well, that was actually why we had this scheduled for next week even before you broke your conditioning ... again ... and ... IT’s not like you’re not going to remember her or anything, I wouldn’t do that but ... I’m ... a lot kinkier than she is, and you’re going to wake up with, like, a lot of new fetishes.”

What the hell does THAT mean! 

The VR goggles slid down over me eyes -- for a minute they were in enhanced reality mode and I saw Deanna press a button and the outer shell closed down into darkness while some final pressure balloons inflated, removing the minisule bodily control I somehow had left after everything else

and then there was a sound, a slow pulsing sound. And a kind of 3-D spiral came up and I tried to close my eyes but I just couldn’t keep them closed ... and the system was massaging my cock and balls, and in the background where whispers in both her voice and Janets ...

And I’m at my old classroom desk ... except the classroom is huge. None of the other desks are huge, except one, in the center front easily twice the size of the others ...

{-*Click*-}{-*Clack-} {-*Click*-}{-*Clack-} {-*Click*-}{-*Clack-}

I look at the clock ... I see her frame fill the doorway ... Goth makeup, in a latex catsuit ...

I have no idea what possesses me ... “You’re Late. Do you have a hall pass?”

She smiles. It is a terrifying sexual smile.

Intellectually, I know it’s not real, she’s not that large, that I’m in a Pod, that I’m not even this young ... but I distinctly feel the warm feeling of myself pissing down my own leg ...

In another pod, not all that far away from the one Mr. Johnson is in, a small mainframe correlates musculature data, and an avatar walks closer to him with a widening smile and a distinct swing to her hips as the NPC’s flee the classroom. The computer is in learning mode - shortly it will be able to act as if she was there even if she was gone.

But for the moment she grins and speak quite distinctly.

“Passes? We don’ need no stinkin’ Passes.”

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Don't Give Me That Look

@teenwolfficrec | AO3

by @kiti-the-warrior-poet

When Police Officer Derek Hale agreed to help his boyfriend Stiles Stilinski earn some extra credit by participating in an FBI training exercise things do not go as planned.

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this,” Derek growled at Stiles his eyebrows drawing together and eyes narrowing.

Stiles narrows his eyes in return, “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” Stiles would have punctuated his statement by poking Derek in the chest, but the fact that his hands are currently tied behind his back is really limiting his options in the body language department.

Derek laughs at that and raises an eyebrow as though to say “and whose fault is it?”

“Okay, so this is slightly my fault, but how was I supposed to know that when the FBI invited us to participate in this training exercise that they meant that we were going to be playing the hostages?”

“Because, Dumb Ass,” a third voice belonging to Arnold Delaware, Stiles’ arch nemesis, interrupts, “you’re only a freshman, why the hell would the FBI let you and your civilian boyfriend anywhere near an actual training exercise?!”

Stiles cracks his neck left and then right and shakes out his shoulders before responding. “First of all, Derek is the only one allowed to call me Dumb Ass, second of all, Derek is not a civilian, he’s an officer of the law, and third of all, my freshman ass beat your senior ass in all of the senior level classes that we’re in together this year.”

“Stiles,” Derek says as he kicks at Stiles’ ankle trying to regain his attention, “I thought you said that McCall told you that this was a training exercise for the new S.O. unit.”

“He did. Wait, shouldn’t we be the bad guys then if we aren’t going to be leading the exercise?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Derek agrees, nodding his head.  “I say we put this Delaware guy in his place and then call McCall to double check with him that we’re actually at the training for the S.O. unit.”

“Two steps ahead of you babe!” Stiles grins, pulling his hands out from behind his back, twirling the handcuffs around the index finger of his right hand.

“What the?! HOW DID YOU GET OUT OF THOSE!?!” Delaware shouts, but before he can make a move towards Stiles he notices that Derek is up out of his chair and moving toward him.  Delaware’s momentary distraction, a la Derek, is all the opening that Stiles needs.  He snaps his fingers and the room goes dark, when he snaps his fingers again Delaware is tied to Stiles’ chair with his hands behind his back and a gag in his mouth.

It’s obvious that Delaware is trying to speak behind his gag, but Stiles ignores him in favor of pulling out his phone and making a call to Rafael McCall.

“Stilinski,” answers the voice on the other line, “took you long enough.  Did Hale not think that you should break the rules of the exercise?”

Derek grabs the phone from Stiles’ hand and puts the call on speaker.  “You know I heard that.”

Stiles grabs the phone back and swats Derek on the chest, “You know he knows that you heard that, it’s why he said it,” he directs at Derek.  “Derek and I spent the first ten minutes of the exercise having a silent staring contest before he broke and blamed me for us being held hostage, again, even if it was only for pretend this time.  The point is, we called to make sure we were at the right training and that we understood the objective correctly.”

“Well,” Agent McCall starts, “your little staring contest cost you some valuable time, though I’m sure you’ll recover quickly.  Yes, you’re at the right training.  The agents in attendance have all been through the prescreening process for acceptance into the Supernatural Occurrences unit.  This is their final test.  Stilinski, you and Hale are posing as the enemy combatants.  Introduce them to the Supernatural boys.”

“Got it!”

“Yes sir, understood.”

McCall barks out a simple, “Call me when you’re done,” and then the line goes dead.

“So,” Stiles asks as he puts his phone back in his pocket, “are we thinking united front or divide and conquer?”

“How about a little of both?” Derek suggests.

Stiles shrugs, “Works for me.”

As Stiles and Derek prepare to leave the room Stiles’ eyes begin to glow white and sparks of electricity begin to dance along his fingertips, and Derek’s eyes begin to glow an electric blue, his fangs drop and his claws extend as he lets the beta shift take over.  Derek takes point as they leave the room using his supernaturally enhanced senses to find their first target.  He leads Stiles down a flight of stairs and through a dark hallway into what appears to be an abandoned kitchen.

Derek stops just inside the doorway and cocks his head to listen, not unlike a dog, before he holds up four fingers indicating that he can hear four heart beats on the other side of the island taking up over half of the kitchen.  Derek signals Stiles to go around the island on the left as he heads around it from the right.  Just before the four FBI agents move to take out Stiles and Derek every appliance in the kitchen whirs to life and cabinet doors start flying open and slamming shut.  Derek and Stiles have two paintball guns each and all four agents have been delivered kill shots before they even realize what hit them.

“Are you a werewolf?“  The question comes from an Agent Diaz who Stiles recognizes from the time she spoke in one of his classes.  When Derek nods the affirmative Diaz elbows her neighbor and says, "Pay up Todd, I told you werewolves were real!”

“Yeah, and I told you there was no way Stilinski here was human, so we’re even.  Actually, what are you kid?"  Agent Todd asks, "Are you some sort of vampire or something?”

Stiles can’t help himself, he burst out laughing, “No, I was possessed by an ancient evil fox spirit once though.  I actually am human though.  I’m just a little more in tune with nature than most people.  Most people in the Supernatural world refer to me as a Spark.”

“So what I’m hearing is Todd still owes me twenty bucks,” Diaz says grinning as Agent Todd begins to dig out his wallet.

Derek walks up to Stiles and juts his chin out in the direction of the other two agents, “Those two are being awfully quiet.”

“Yeah,” Stiles agrees, “they are.”  Stiles lets his powers go dormant again and approaches the other two agents as his eyes return to their natural brown.  “I think they passed out, are their heartbeats regular Derek?”

“Their heart rates are fine, they still need to be checked out though.”

“Okay.  Diaz, you and Todd take these two to the medic tent outside.  Derek and I still have two more four man teams to find before the exercise is over.”

As Diaz and Todd begin the process of waking the other two members of their team Stiles and Derek decide to divide and conquer this time.  Derek heads back upstairs after the group that managed to take out all of Delaware’s men on the ground floor.  While Stiles heads further into the building using his spark to light his way.

Derek finds the group that he’s after in the room where he and Stiles left Delaware tied up in a chair.  Someone has removed Delaware’s gag and he is yelling about monsters and how this whole exercise was a set up from the beginning to kill off agents that had pissed off Agent McCall.  Derek delivers four kill shots before any of the agents even realize that he’s in the room with them.  This time only one agent passes out.  Derek instructs the three agents still standing to escort both Mr. Delaware and the unconscious agent to the medic tent, and then Derek heads to the basement where he knows Stiles has been herding the final four-man group.

When Derek enters the basement he sees that the final four agents have Stiles surrounded and that Stiles appears to be unarmed.  One of the agents fires a shot at Stiles, but the paintball explodes in the air three feet away from Stiles’ face.  The agent who fired the shot takes a step back and then Derek opens fire.  Derek only manages to deliver one kill shot before he is suddenly face-to-face with an Alpha in her beta shift.  Derek doesn’t let that stop him though.  After all, Derek Hale has faced down much worse than an Alpha werewolf.

“Stiles, catch!” Derek calls out as he throws his paintball guns in the air.  The paintball guns fly into the air towards Stiles and Derek lets his full shift take over.  Stiles has delivered kill shots to the last two human agents before Derek’s front paws even hit the ground, and the Alpha is so thrown off by witnessing a full shift that Stiles is able to walk right up behind him and shoot him in the back.

“All right, show off,” Stiles says, “go find your backpack so you can change back and I’ll take these four up to join the other new recruits.  You can call Rafe after you get dressed and then join us.”

Derek nips at Stiles’ fingers and licks his hand before running off to retrieve his extra clothes and shift back to his human form.

Twenty minutes later Agent Rafael McCall has gathered all nine of the agents who made it through the exercise without passing out along with Stiles and Derek into a conference room.  Each individual is handed a folder with their name on it and told to take a seat.

“As most of you know, my name is Agent McCall.  What you might not know is that I am the head of the Supernatural Occurrences unit of the FBI.  The exercise that you participated in today was the final test for admittance into the S.O. unit.  Congratulations, if you are in this room you are now a member of the S.O. unit of the FBI.  You will find your new job description in the packet in front of you along with the address of your new office.  I expect to see all of you bright and early on Monday morning,” and with that Rafael left the room.

Stiles turns to Derek with a smile that could light the whole world, “You still mad I dragged you into this?”

Derek just rolls his eyes and shuts his boyfriend up with a kiss.

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Help - j.j

Trigger warning

I was done with everything. I sat in my bed trying to talk myself out of it, at the same time almost talking myself into it. I decided that I’d do it tomorrow but that I’d write my notes tonight and put it in their lockers tomorrow at the end of the day so that they couldn’t stop me. I sat at my desk thinking of everyone I wanted to write to. Only a few came to mind. I didn’t have friends, but I did have people I wanted to tell things that I didn’t have the guts to say to there face. 

I stared at the pieces of paper in front of me. They were slightly damp from the tears that escaped. A few of them swirled with black, they looked like watercolor stains. I gently wiped over the wet spots smearing black over the paper. I couldn’t help it. I grabbed my blade making one deep cut. I watched in awe as I saw the blood bead up and eventually connect and roll down my arm. The cut opening slightly as the blood poured up. I made a few more before I looked up. I quickly grabbed the note and gasped. I had gotten a few drops of blood on them. I tried to conceal them by using a damp paper towel. Although now they were now just diluted. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I put them away before I ruined them further. I fell asleep that night hoping for some reason I would wake up in the morning. I did.

I quickly got ready and left for school, making sure to not forget the notes. I trudged from class to class getting teased and made fun of all day. At the end of the day I slipped the notes into the lockers of those whom they belonged to. I quickly made my way to my house and grabbed the pills.

Jughead’s POV

I walked into first period and sat with Archie. He pointed out how gross (Y/N) was dressed today. She was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants both looking quite aged. While her hair was tied up in a messy bun. We quietly laughed and made subtle jokes to each other. Others in the class made jokes out loud for her to hear. Which made me feel bad for her. Although she didn’t seem to pay attention to them. 

During the next class I sat next to her. Betty sat on the other side of me. I looked over at (Y/N). We used to be best friends but I started talking to Archie again and Betty and I started dating and I stopped talking to her. I stared at her, I noticed some small things. Her eyes had bags and she was pale. More than normal, like extremely pale. She looked skinny. I started looking down when I noticed her sleeve had moved up. She had cuts all over her arm. They were deep. So deep that my stomach turned just looking at them. I looked to Betty who was doing her work. I gently nudged her. 

“Hm?” she responded, quite uninterested. 

“Look at (Y/N)’s wrist” I tried to be as quiet as possible. She looked at me suddenly confused. Her eyes shifted from me down to her arm. I saw her eyes widen and she couldn’t help but gasp slightly. I saw tears form in her eyes. “Should we say something to her?” I asked. She bit her lip.

“I-I guess. But not in the middle of class.” Betty was right. Right now wasn’t a good time. I nodded and tried to concentrate. 

I had forgotten all about (Y/N) until the end of the day. I decided to go to my locker to put all my books back before going to look for her. As soon as I opened my locker a note fell out. I picked it up and put my books in before reading it. I unfolded it and I have to say. It was a bit unnerving to open it and find literal blood stains. I read it, quickly realizing what this was. I didn’t bother reading the rest. I ran trying to get through the herds of people as quick as possible. I was stopped by Archie, Betty, and the rest of the group. 

“I don’t have time!” I yelled and slapped the note into Archie’s chest and left immediately. I was soon being followed by them. We made it to her house and I knocked profusely, being met with nothing. I was suddenly push out of the way by Archie. He checked if the door was locked, it was. He stepped back and kicked it down. Running in. We all followed and we began yelling her name. She didn’t answer. I ran upstairs to her room, she wasn’t there. but I heard crying. It was coming from her bathroom. I opened the door to find her curled in a ball, covered in blood, with a pile of pills in one hand and a glass of water the other. She looked up at us with a guilty look. She suddenly shoved all of them in her mouth followed by water. Everyone screamed. 

“(Y/N)!” I quickly took the water from her throwing the glass somewhere. I took off my shirt and ripped it tying it to her bleeding arm. I then forced her mouth open, she had swallowed them. “Call 911″ I yelled at someone. I then picked her up and brought her to the toilet. I stuck my fingers down her throat, trying to make her throw up. She fought back weakly. She tried pushing my arm away but she was obviously weak from the blood loss and most likely the overdose. She gagged and finally threw up. it was mostly just pills and water. I wiped my hand on my pants and made her throw up again. More pills and water. By that time the ambulance was there so I carried her down, handing her off to the EMT. He laid her on the the gurney and they were off. It just now hit me that my ex best friend just tried to take her own life. I let a few tears escape. 

Archie handed me a shirt he had in his gym bag. I put it on and looked at everyone. Everyone looked pretty shook up. “Let’s go to the hospital.” I sighed. Everyone nodded and we headed out. 

I might do a part 2