#to fucking stab them however many times i see fir

[xxlelaxx]

I hate how women enforcing boundaries will make you a bitch, but men insulting you is funny.

[shelobussy]

Ohmygod YES Susan Pevensie is awesome please talk to me about Susan i want to know everything you have to say

Literally THANK YOU for asking me this bc Susan Pevensie is a character I never get asked about and I have So Many Opinions.

I'm going to start by saying that Susan used to be my least favorite character in the series. This goes for the books and the movies. Some of it was for personal reasons--she reminds me of a couple of annoying ppl I know irl--but it was also bc I watched Prince Caspian which shoehorned her into a relationship with Caspian which I hated.

HOWEVER. I ended up rethinking this position after interacting with Susan fans and realizing that there are so many wonderful things to love about her!

(putting under the cut bc this got long)

Things Ash Loves About Susan Pevensie

Aight I'm not going to do a formal analysis yet on her, but instead rant about some of the unrelated things I adore about Susan Pevensie.

Susan the Archer

Look we all love archery here. I don't have anything more to say.

Okay, I actually do have more to say. I love the fact that Susan is a complete badass with the bow. You get the general impression that she's one of the royals in charge of public relations, traditions, foreign policy, etc. and yet she's the most competent archer in the series. One of the few things I liked about the movies is how they didn't downplay this. They actually let her be a badass and show off her skills.

Also the part where she kicks Trumpkin's ass was awesome.

Susan the Gentle

Susan being the most passive Pevensie was something I definitely underappreciated as a teenager. I think my non-ability to see past "I'm not like other girls" narrative and the combination of Susan being described as the most traditionally feminine woman in the Narnia series is what initially turned me off from her.

HOWEVER, now it's one of my favorite attributes! I love that Susan is a badass and the most beautiful woman in Narnia. She has hair down to her feet, every man and woman in the kingdom want to fuck her, and she's still a fucking badass who will not hesitate to kick your ass.

Susan the Sister

Most of my thoughts of Susan as an older sister mostly stem from my own personal headcanons, but she is an awesome sister to her siblings. She's Peter's voice of reason, Edmund's sass partner, and Lucy's big sister.

Susan the Mom-Friend

She is a literal mother-figure for Corin.

"[...] the most beautiful lady he had ever seen rose from her place and threw her arms round him and kissed him, saying: "Oh Corin, Corin, how could you? And thou and I such close friends ever since thy mother died. [...]"

-The Horse and His Boy, 33-34

Most everything I have to say about this ventures into headcanon territory, but I love the idea of Susan basically adopting Corin after his mom dies. The way she trusts Cor--who she thinks is Corin in this chapter--is really sweet and I wish we could've seen more of that relationship.

Susan the Flawed

Something I notice from the fandom is a lot of people who hate Susan tend to because of her flaws. On the other hand, most Susan stans like to wave away these flaws and blame C.S. Lewis for being misogynistic or Aslan for being a "cruel god" and ignore the fact that she is a deeply flawed person.

Susan gets something of a "reverse redemption arc" in The Chronicles of Narnia. This makes her not only a fascinating foil to Edmund--as both are analytical, logical people--but an interesting character by herself.

She starts out in TWW as very skeptical of Narnia and it's whole deal and also very condescending to Lucy throughout. She ultimately does admit that Lucy was right and does get on board with the whole prophecy at the same time Peter does, and ends the book being crowned "the Gentle Queen."

In The Horse and His Boy, she has a very interesting dynamic with Edmund and in even more interesting relationship with Rabadash. They don't even interact on-page with each other, but it's highly implied that she was interested in him when he was a guest in Narnia. His behavior obviously changed when she visited him in Tashbaan, but you have to wonder what their dynamic was like before for her to travel all the way to his home when relations between the countries were strained at best.

Prince Caspian is where the cracks start showing through. Susan has lived an entire life as an adult in Narnia, gets thrown back to England with her siblings, and is yet again in Narnia as a child. This book is what really emphasizes her one fatal flaw: convenience.

(Put a pin in that thought, I'll get back to it.)

Susan denies once again that Lucy saw something that the rest of them can't seen. She continues this narrative until every other sibling finally acknowledges Lucy in the right and only then does she apologize.

The last mention of Susan is in The Last Battle, where all of her flaws rise up against her in the worst way possible. I have a lot of controversial opinions on this that I'm going to address later, but I just want to say that Susan's reverse-redemption arc is something I actually like about her.

(There is also evidence that Susan does get a full redemption arc, just as Edmund and Eustace did, but C.S. Lewis was pretty much done with The Chronicles of Narnia at the point and instead encouraged fans to write their own version of how that went down.)

Okay, back to convenience being Susan's fatal flaw. So the one thing that comes up time and time again in the series is that Susan is very focused on material comforts. I believe it's implied that she's vain, and it's canonical that her own personal comfort spurs her to make decisions.

"[...] I really believed it was him — he, I mean — yesterday. When he warned us not to go down to the fir wood. And I really believed it was him tonight, when you woke us up. I mean, deep down inside. Or I could have, if I'd let myself. But I just wanted to get out of the woods and — and — oh, I don't know [...]"

Prince Caspian, 81

Prince Caspian has the strongest examples of Susan doing this, but certainly there's evidence elsewhere. There are a lot of fans who are distressed by this, claiming that Aslan and the others are too hard on her and shouldn't judge.

Honestly, I like that she's written with this flaw. Not only is it very relatable--(my own personal comfort and convenience is something I highly prioritize too)--but it humanizes a character who otherwise is ridiculously op and basically the Helen of Troy of the series. It may sound like I'm using this as an excuse to rant, but I really wouldn't have her any other way.

Susan As Portrayed by Anna Popplewell

Movie!Susan is a fucking delight.

She's sarcastic and badass and awesome and I could spend hours heaping praise on Anna's acting and her portrayal of Susan, but I can already tell that this post is going to be long so, I'll just stop here.

(10/10 want to be stabbed by her tho.)

Personal Headcanons

Let's talk about my fanon thoughts. I have many.

Susan is Aro

There's canonical evidence for this! Susan is a character who is heavily pursued by suitors everywhere, and even lets herself be courted by many of them, but chooses not to settle down. Even when she gets back to England and is described as only having interest in parties and material things, boys aren't mentioned.

I like to think that in The Horse in His Boy Susan was interested in Rabadash at first because he was a brilliant conversationalist. Nothing she says about him implies romantic interest, before and after she realizes the truth of his intentions.

Susan and Edmund Were Best Friends

This might be my love for The Horse and His Boy showing itself, but I think Susan and Edmund were thrown into circumstances where they interacted the most with each other.

Edmund is the ruler in charge of politics. Susan is the ruler in charge of Cair Paravel's public image. I imagine they spent time as ambassadors to other countries and planning royal functions.

They're also the most level-headed and logical out of their siblings, so they probably found a lot in common.

Susan Fancast

I literally just said I loved Anna's potrayal of Susan's (and I love what they gave us of older Susan too in LWW!), but I read the books in 2008 and my parents didn't let me see the movies bc I was like...nine years old and they thought it would be too scary.

So I had to headcanon my own interpretations.

Queen Susan the Gentle:

For some reason Merlin wasn't too scary for me to watch and I fell in love with Katie McGrath in like. Two episodes so. (On an unrelated note, I also fancast Bradley James as Peter at the time.)

Anyway, fanon Susan is basically Morgana Pendragon pre-evil arc. Sassy as hell, hot as fuck, and can kick your ass.

Unpopular Opinions

Yeah, feel free to skip this part if having controversial fandom opinions is a deal breaker for you.

The Problem With Susan Isn't Actually A Problem

I'm about to start so much discourse in the Narnia fandom, but C.S. Lewis's choices with her in The Last Battle weren't misogynistic. Bear in mind, I'm not saying that all of his writing choices in the series were A++ or excusing away certain racist/sexiest bits, but it's honestly baffling to me that people are so up in arms over Susan's exclusion in the final book.

So the part that everyone loses their shit over is as follows:

"My sister Susan," answered Peter shortly and gravely, "is no longer a friend of Narnia."

"Yes," said Eustace, "and whenever you've tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says 'What wonderful memories you have! Fancy your still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.'"

"Oh Susan!" said Jill, "she's interested in nothing now-a-days except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up."

"Grown-up, indeed," said the Lady Polly. "I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one's life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can."

The Last Battle, 83-84

There's a lot to unpack here and I first want to say that everyone's opinion on this part, no matter how different than mine, is valid. I'm going to be quoting some other ppl's opinions on here and by no means am I bashing them. I just want to address my feelings on the matter and the best way to do that is to cite the thoughts of ppl who have opposing ideas.

Here are some arguments on Tumblr I've heard regarding "The Problem of Susan":

"How about we talk about what might have happened if Narnia hadn't deserted Susan? [...] What if we didn't tell Susan she had to go grow up in her own world and then shame and punish her for doing just that? She was told to walk away and she went. She did not try to stay a child all her life, wishing for something she had been told she couldn't have again."

"Narnia is filled with metaphors (often not very subtle ones) that are supposed to teach us how to be, and the most glaring one for any young girl to absorb is that it's okay to be a girl like Lucy, unthreatening and cheerful and valiant and faithful, but to be a girl like Susan gets you punished - in fact, you aren't just punished, you're destroyed."

"why do we call it ‘the problem’ where’s the problem about a young woman dealing with her trauma and choosing her own path, actively making the choice to keep living and to stay and to carve a life out in England when her siblings couldn’t? what is the problem about susan forgetting to somehow cope with what she’s experienced? why is it ‘the problem of susan’ that she recontextualised her faith?"

And then there's JK Rowling who said this:

There comes a point where Susan, who was the older girl, is lost to Narnia because she becomes interested in lipstick. She's become irreligious basically because she found sex. I have a big problem with that.

It's weird how I'm still finding new ways to hate JKR in the year 2021. Again, there is absolutely zero implication that Susan had sex when she came back to England. ZERO. Did she actually read the books? IDK. If someone shares this opinion pls reply with actual canonical evidence.

Back on topic, I'm a firm believer of death of the author and interpreting art via your own experiences. Which is why I'm also going to share my own interpretation by saying y'all are wrong.

Susan Pevensie was not abandoned by Narnia. She was not barred from Narnia because she is traditionally feminine or because she "owned her sexuality" (another opinion I didn't have time to condense down for this post) or because she recontextualized her faith or even because she deserved to be punished.

I also fail to see how Susan recontexualized her faith, as the entire point of it all is that she has none. Bringing this back to Susan's fatal flaw (personal convenience/material comforts), her prioritizing herself over her own faith is the reason she is "no longer a friend of Narnia." Not...whatever fanon y'all are imposing on her character.

Susan is not being punished for liking lipstick and looking pretty. Susan's not even being punished. Y'all read Neil Gaiman's The Problem of Susan and forgot it wasn't canon.

There are many reasons Susan is not in Aslan's Country (one of them being that she's not actually dead yet), but the main one has to do with this:

"[...] But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”

Voyage of the Dawn Treader, 215-216

Yeah, okay that's why Susan is no longer a friend of Narnia. The implication when the Pevensies are told that they can no longer enter Narnia is that they are to find Aslan in other places. Susan doesn't do this, instead choosing to focus her life on material things. It isn't the lipstick, it's that she only wants the lipstick.

Susan Had Sex In The Books

Oh and not in the context y'all are thinking. (Again, there are no implications that Susan was barred from Narnia for having sex or that she had sex when she came back to England.)

So there's actual canonical evidence that Susan and Rabadash had a sexual relationship. Sort of.

"What think you? We have been in this city fully three weeks. Have you yet settled in your mind whether you will marry this dark-faced lover of yours, this Prince Rabadash, or no?"

-The Horse and His Boy, 35

Edmund calls Rabadash her lover. Not her suitor. I don't know if the word had a different meaning in 1954, but it feels like C.S. Lewis is saying that they're fucking. I'm not really happy with the idea of Susan sleeping with an abuser, but really proud of her for Getting Some as a woman born in a time period where having premarital sex was a big no-no.

This also invalidates the weird opinion going on that Susan was barred from Narnia because she had sex.

Suspian Is The Worst

I haven't really talked about Movie!Susan much, but as long as we're talking unpopular opinions, it's worth noting that I hate Suspian. Some of it is the "Susan is Aro" headcanon screaming inside of me, but it's also the fact that it's written poorly, does nothing interesting for either character and generally comes across as awkward.

I feel like they were trying to make Prince Caspian sexy and relevant to teens. It came across as super heteronormative and unnecessary.

It also gets really really weird bc the next movie then gives Caspian and Edmund mad chemistry and we're all just like........ok.

Final Thoughts

Susan may not be my favorite character in the series, but she's grown on me over the years. I have many issues with fanon interpretations of her--which definately fueled some of my disdain for her initally--and I don't identify as a Susan Apologist.

I do however adore Susan and have many headcanons for her not mentioned here. I love reading fanfic, writing fanfic and meta, and generally having conversations about her and would love to talk more about it.

I welcome criticism (CONSTRUCTIVE) and conversation on all of my opinions and observations. Please drop into my inbox. <3

[baku-writes]

Hawks x reader where ( if you know hawks backstory ) where there childhood friends and they grew up in the commission together then a villian broke out and tried to attack hawks but the reader saves him and gets injured instead fluff ending angst to fluff? :)

Sure thing, I'll give it a try!! It's my first time writing angst so please let me know what you guys think!💞

I'm going to try and make the reader as gender neutral as possible (which will be my first time writing that too) so lets see how this goes.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED 💞💞💞

I must protect you... promise.

Hawks x gn!reader

Angst to fluff

TW: injury, gore, thoughts around death (tell me if there is any more I need to add), HAWKS BACKSTORY SPOILERS

Summary: you and hawks grew up together with the training of the hero commission, however distanced once you two finally become the pro heroes you always dreamed of being. However, as Hawks faces a villain and his possible end, the two of you unite once again.

You always admired Keigo for his strength, talent, intelligence and overall ideologies. Both of you saw the flaws in hero society that were swept under the rug whilst everyone fixated on Allmight. But now Allmoght was gone, the seams in hero society had started to tear as villains found new ways to exploit the past of heroes.

Both of you had grew up in Kyushu, Fukuoka and then taken on by the hero commission for your quirks. Your quirk allowed you move through shadows and use shadows to constrict villains movements. It wasn't a very flashy quirk but it did the job of taking down villains perfectly. And due to this, the hero commission saw you as a perfect asset to raise into a new era of pro heroes, peo heroes with immense training since the ages as young as 5.

And that is how you met Keigo. Also took in the the corrupt hero commission, he would help you train and grow to form a strong bond with him. You two would always help the other out or comfort the other if the 'trainers' were too rough. You two promised to help each other not matter what... to save each other. No matter the cost.

And that is how you ended up here....

"HAWKS!"

Fuck, you weren't going to make it in time...

Fire was surrounding Hawks and you weren't going to make it in time....

Fire licked and singed his crimson feathers, turning them to nothing but ash and dust. This villain had been fighting for almost an hour now, shooting out whips of fire which he would thrash against Keigo's back.

You were so close to them. All it would take is two more rooftops to jump and then you could save Hawks, your friend. You can't fail him. You have to save him.

5 year old you crouched in the staff closet, careful not to topple any object as you didn't want to make a noise. You failed the test..... you needed to pass that quirk test so you wouldn't have to face the hero commission's punishment.

With each heavy footstep that passed the door your anxiety increased, your mind wandered to the other tests you failed.... and the beatings you got because of it. And then you'd mind wandered to Keigo, how he would also get punished for your failures because "you two were a team". If you failed yourself, you failed Keigo. You would never become a hero at this rate... never.

The door opened....

"HAWKS!!"

Finally, you jumped down. Using your quirk, you wrapped a shadow around Keigo's torso and threw him to the side. As a replacement you put your body in the villains line of attack. This time his attack was different though. Sharper. Hotter. Faster.

Subconsciously, you turned to face the villain only to be met with his twisted face of pleasure. His raised arm (holding a blue flamed whip) came down with one swift swoop.

SLASH

The whip tore through your lower stomach, burning the surrounding skin of the deep cut.

It took a second for the pain to set in, your sense of time slowing down and bodies reactions almost freezing as searing hot burns began to ripple across your body.

"H/N!!" Hawks scrambled to his feet and mustered the strength the move. Using the last of his feathers, he entrapped the villain and knocked him unconscious as the villain attempted to revel in your pain.

Quickly, he scrambled to your body. He recognised one of teh rescue pro heroes a couple buildings away from the scene, along with some medics who were waiting on standby.

Applying pressure to your would (or at least trying too) his blood soaked glove pressed into your abdomen.

"K-keigo." Your voice was above a mere whisper. Each breath felt weaker than the last, the once stinging pain slowly becoming numb as you felt your brain succumb to the possibly fatal injuries.

You were going to die. And he knew it too. Tears welled in his eyes as he grabbed your hand with one of his blood soaked gloves.

"Fuck, Y/N. It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay. The medics are here right now an-"

"Keigo.... I'm sorry." Guilt welled up inside you. You wish you could fix hero society, stitch the seams back together and ignore the pain you two went through. You wish you could go back in time and save Keigo from that place, save him from the beatings you deserved.

"I don't think I'm going to make it. But please know this wasn't your fault."

His stare pierced your heart as his cool demeanor started to change into anger and mourning.

"Fix hero society."

Slowly, your mind slipped into unconsciousness. The blood loss was too much for your body to handle. Eyes flickering closed and your breathing becoming shallower.

"Y/N, fuck, please wake up. MEDIC! HURRY UP, PLEASE!"

The door opened....

Fear shook your body as you slowly lifted your head up. What if it's your 'trainer'? What is going to happen to you? Will they be angrier because you hid from them? Should you apologise? Should you keep quiet? What will their punishment be? Have they got Keigo?

Finally, you looked up at the figure looking over you. Instead of the trainer, there stood Keigo. His eyes curious as he gripped onto his Endeavour figurine with one small hand. His wings twitches gently as he analyzed your state fir a minute.

The silence seemed stretch for what felt like hours, until he held his other empty hand out to you. A bright smile adorned his usually neutral face. He was trying to comfort you even though he is going to get punished because of you...

"It'll be okay Y/N. We can protect each other, right? That's why we are a team."

Slowly, you woke up. Bright white lights flooded your vision causing you to squint. You tensed, preparing to feel agonising pain within your abdomen.... but no pain stabbed you.

Carefully, you sat up, noticing the medical equipment surrounding you and the needles in your arm providing you with fluids. You pulled up the hospital gown noticing there was no blood but just a bandage. It must of been healed by a medic.

You looked around the room.... only to notice a slightly bandaged Keigo sat sleeping in the corner. He must of been exhausted. His wings weren't completely healed either, still having clumps of feathers missing.

You smiled lazily, the only time he ever got to relax was in his sleep. Little did you know that as you looked down Keigo finally began to wake, almost as of his instinct told him to.

"Morning Y/N."

"Oh.... morning Keigo."

Silence flooded the room.

"Well, how are your wings? You looked pretty burnt up.." Trying to make conversation will never work with Keigo. You knew he was going to lecture you, you could see it in his golden eyes.

"What the hell were you thinking, Y/N? Getting yourself hurt as a replacement for me. Do you know how close you were to dying? Do you fucking know how worried I was?" His tone picking up with each question. His pent up anger, stress and worry began seeping through the seams.

"I'm sorry Keigo. I-"

"I promised to fucking protect you, Y/N! We are a team. You don't just sacrifice yourself for me! We work together through it! Why didn't you travel through a fucking shadow or something? HUH? I nearly had that guy and then you tried to get yourself KILLED. Did you even THINK about what would happen? What that would do to me?!"

"Keigo..."

Once again....silence.

"I also promised to protect you. You know you couldn't take that guy down, you didn't have any distractions. Yes I should of thought about it but that was the only option.... I also promised to protect you.... I'm sorry but that's what i did. I tried protect you. But I guess I failed again.... I'm so sorry Keigo. " Tears welled in your eyes and began to purr down your face.

"I thought that you are more valuable to hero society than me.... you're stronger and smarter... better quirk too. I thought that if I d-died you would get to live another day and s-save people."

Sobs wracked through your body and Keigo stilled. His frustrations quickly dwindled away...

Did you really think that way?

Fuck, you failed him again. You thought since your training days that you had getting stronger. Smarter. But no, you were wrong. Everything was wrong. You couldn't even protect your best friend, and the man you loved. And you were to weak to even confess anything to him.

"Y/N, please listen to me." He got up and walked towards your bed, sitting down at the edge. Lifting a bandaged hand Keigo stroked through your hair. " I'm thankful you saved me. And yes, you did protect me. Don't belittle yourself. But please don't think that running towards death will help. We NEED you in hero society, you have saved so many people. Remember when we were being trained? You saved me then, you gave me someone to talk to and someone to befriend."

Slowly you lifted your head and to look into his eyes as he sighed.

"Please don't go running towards death again.... I want to spend more time with you and I want to be a team with you. A real team this time."

He looked into your eyes.

"Y/N, I think I'm trying to say.... can I take you out some time?"

Ohmygod. You stared at him wide eyed. At first he thought you were going to reject him, his body language turning nervous. That was until an almost smug smirk mixed with genuine happiness adorned your face.

"I would love to" you giggled a little bit. "Once I'm out of the hospital ofcourse."

God even on your death bed you couldn't be serious.

A smile spread across Keigos usually neutral face.

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AAAAAAA. I hope this is good enough!!! It was my first time writing angst so I didn't really know how I should do it, but I hope it turned out okay and I hope this is what you wanted! <33

Anyways, thankyou so much for requesting and the support. For the past day the messages I have been getting are so kind! At first my anxiety was exceptionally bad when I posted "Fountain", but the support has made me feel a lot more comfortable! 💞💞

[herofics]

Love in the fire rewrite

So Idk how many of you have read my first fic, but this is a rewrite of that. I cringe when looking at the first version, but I really wanted to make it better so this is my attempt at that. You can find the original here. I’ve never done a rewrite so Idk if I’m doing this right, but hey, it’s my fic I can do what I want with it. Also gender neutral reader in this version. If you compare this one to the original, I feel like you can also see that I write Bakugou differently, since so much time has passed and there has been a lot of character development between then and now.

Here is the description of the reader’s quirk: So basically it’s a fire healing quirk and I based this on the way a classic phoenix works. So the reader can burst out in flames and have great healing powers. Their tears can heal others and they can heal themselves at night. The wounds start burning and it’s really painful but it’s also super powerful. The bigger healing stuff happens at night, but smaller wounds repair pretty quickly. The quirk can’t regrow lost limbs or stuff like that, so you can kill them by suffocation, beheading and major blood loss, but it has to be a lot of blood.

It all happened in a blink of an eye. You hitting the ground, the villain looming over you with his blade and Bakugou turning around just in time to see the villain bring the blade down to your shoulder. The villain ripped the jagged blade out of your shoulder and brought it down again and again. You could see what was happening, you even struggled against it, but you didn’t feel any pain, which you thought to be very odd. The only thing you really felt, was that warm, wet feeling of your blood spreading through your clothes, an unfortunately familiar feeling for you.

Bakugou was terrified for you, the pain you must have been in, the terror you must have felt. He was trying to get to you, but the other villains kept getting in his way. Bakugou was blasting them away left and right, but there seemed to be no end to them. He knew you wouldn’t die because of your quirk, but that knowledge surely didn’t make it any easier for either of you.

However, you didn't feel any pain, none at all, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out, but it just never happened. The villain seemed to finally get bored of stabbing an unresisting body, and left to attack Bakugou. With the last of your strength, you grabbed the man’s ankle. Your grip was very weak, but enough for him to notice something was holding him back. The villain looked down on you, almost with pity in his eyes, but that was soon replaced by enraged glee. He knelt down and with one final swing, he plunged the knife into your wrist. The pain hit you like a lighting bolt. It was like all the pain you hadn’t felt in the moments before, came down on you, it felt like you would be in pain forever. You weren’t even yelling, you were just gasping for air.

“Oh, finally my quirk wore off” he said and clapped excitedly. “It’s a pain amplifier, if you were wondering. It reserves the pain for a while and then hits you with all of it at once, wonderful isn’t it?” he laughed.

Bakugou was probably the most angry he had ever been, but he also felt incredibly helpless. He couldn’t get to you, the one he loved and was supposed to protect. Then it pierced the air, your scream. He looked towards you and saw you writhing and screaming on the ground. At that moment he didn’t give a shit if he put someone in a coma for the rest of their life. He would do anything to make sure you would get out of this alive, so he bulldozed his way through the group of villains in front of him.

“Die you fucking bastards! Get the hell out of my way!” he yelled.

When he finally managed to clear all the villains out of his way, he ran to you, he ran as fast as he could. When he got to your trembling form, he realized how badly you were hurt, the amount of blood around you was immense. You had stopped making any kind of noise and were now just trembling on the ground. Bakugou picked you up and started running towards the school, he knew the only one who could ease the coming night for you was Recovery Girl, and he feared even she wouldn’t be much help. When he finally got to the school, you had fallen terrifyingly limp in his arms. He ran straight into Kirishima in his frenzied state.

“Bakugou? What the hell happened? Why do they look like that?” Kirishima asked, with clear panic in his voice.

“Move!” Bakugou growled at his friend and kept running.

When he finally reached the nurse’s office, he threw the door open. Recovery Girl jumped a little at the sudden noise, but when the elderly lady noticed what Bakugou was carrying, she jumped down from her chair and hurried to him.

“Lay them on the bed” she said while pointing to her right. “I’ll start the treatment immediately”

Bakugou was quiet, which was quite uncommon for him. He was seething with anger, sure, but he also felt helpless, it wasn’t a new feeling for him, but one he hated. He watched quietly as Recovery Girl finished with her treatment. When the elderly lady turned to him with a pained look on her face, he knew, he knew what you would have to endure tonight.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help them. I’m familiar with their quirk and I am sorry they have to go through that again”

“No! No!” Bakugou yelled and hit the table at the end of your bed, denting it. “You were supposed to help!”

“I did what I could. You are aware of their quirk, yes? I know it will be hell tonight, but they will be alright”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks for nothing” he hissed.

Bakugou was ushered to the corridor, while Recovery Girl and another nurse cleaned your wounds and stitched and  bandaged you up. He was sitting on the floor and banging his head against the wall behind him. When Recovery Girl stepped to the hallway, she told Bakugou she would inform the principal of what had happened. He was allowed back in the room, but he should avoid unnecessarily touching you.

You looked so pale laying there laying there. You were breathing very shallowly and you looked like you could drop dead at any moment. He knew what the next night would hold for you. That unbearable pain of your quirk putting your body back together, wound by wound, cell by cell. He hadn’t seen it himself, but you had told him about it before. The last time your quirk had to activate and heal you, he could hear the screaming outside the school building and he had been nowhere near the nurse’s office at the time.

Bakugou sat down next to your bed. He felt tired now that all the adrenaline had worn off and he hated it. He hated that he wasn’t able to spare you from the pain to come. Someone opened the door and the little noise it made, made Bakugou look up from you. It was that damn Deku and the rest of the extras.

“Get the hell out!” he yelled at them, but none of them listened.

Most of the class bursted into the room, speaking frantically and asking Bakugou what had happened. He hated the thoughts these people brought with them. Not the fact that your friends had come to see you but the fact that it made him think like this. Like anyone else could’ve saved you on time. 

“Bakugou, what happened?” Todoroki asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

Bakugou hated himself the second the words left his lips, but he said them anyway. “It’s their own damn fault that they can’t look out for themselves. I’m not their fucking protector” But he should be, right? He was allowed to be.

“You know what the next night is going to be for them right?” Midoriya asked, with worry in his voice.

“I fucking know, can everyone stop asking me that. Now get the fuck out, all of you!” Bakugou yelled.

None of them moved to leave. None of them cared that Bakugou was yelling his lungs out, telling them to leave. Everyone was worried for you, and when Bakugou finally stopped yelling, he stomped towards the door, and slammed it shut behind him. Midoriya was sure it would break from the force of the impact, but nothing happened.

Bakugou had left, and no one knew where he had gone. He couldn’t even look at you anymore, he couldn’t bear to watch what was going to happen, so he roamed around the city, trying to find the one who had done this to you, since it had come to his attention that the main villain had gotten away from the police. He was working pretty much on instinct, running around the back streets and alleyways near the crime scene, but he found nothing. He found no one, and all he could do was yell at the evening sky.

When Bakugou was making his way back to the school, it was almost dark, the sun had almost set and he knew it was almost time. He had decided he wouldn’t be with you. You probably didn’t want him there anyway, it was his fault that you were about to go through so much pain, he wasn’t able to help you on time, he wasn’t able to prevent this. He knew it wasn’t his fault that you had decided to protect him from the villain, but he was convinced it was his fault that he wasn’t able to help you.

He was walking towards the dorms when it started, the screaming. He knew it was you, who else could it really even be. He knew that the pain you had felt hours before was nothing compared to your body healing. He couldn't bear to listen to it. He just wanted to make your pain stop. Before he even realized it, he was sprinting towards school doors, towards you. He had just decided he wouldn't go to you, but there he was, running to you, always to you.

When he got to the nurse’s office, everyone had left, all except for one. Deku was still there, holding your hand and trying to calm you, but it was in vain. Bakugou rushed to the other side of the bed and took your other hand to his, giving Deku a bit of a death glare, which he took as his cue to leave.

You were screaming, or at least you thought you were, you couldn’t really be sure, since all you could hear was the humming and roaring of the flames as they healed you. That was your quirk, that was your healing fire, extremely useful, but incredibly painful. You had hated this side of your quirk for as long as you could remember. The fact that it healed little wounds and bruises with almost no pain and no time at all was useful, but when you got seriously hurt, it was hell. There was only really one good side to your quirk that you had found, your tears could heal others, but that was about it. The healing would’ve been much easier if you could’ve at least passed out, but your quirk wouldn’t even allow that, it was merciless in its intensity.

You could feel someone holding your left hand, the person was saying something, but you couldn’t hear it over the humming in your ears. Your vision was blurry and unfocused, but you could make out colors. You saw a head of green hair, so you assumed it was Midoriya. He has stayed with you, even though you really wouldn’t have wanted him to. You hated when people saw you like this. Then there was another moving shape in your field of vision, this one was blond. Then someone grabbed your right hand, and squeezed it tightly. The hands that were now holding your right hand were soft, but you could feel scars on them. The grip on your left hand disappeared. You assumed your angry to boot boyfriend had kicked Midoriya out. 

Now there were just the two of you. You, writhing in agony on the bed and Bakugou holding your hand. At some point you realized he was talking to you, very loudly. At first you couldn’t make out what he was saying, but since he kept repeating the same thing, you eventually figured it out.

“Everything is gonna be fine! You hear me you fuckin idiot?!”

And that’s how the night went, him holding your hand and you feeling like it was all some surreal fever dream. At some point in the very early hours of the morning your screams had dwindled into just occasional whining and groaning. You knew Bakugou was there with you, he hadn’t let go of your hand the whole time, but it was all a bit of a blur. What you could remember best was his red eyes, and the tears that streaked down his cheeks.

The morning finally came and the flames were gone, leaving behind dozens of light scars and you out of breath and sweaty. The fire had melted away the special stitches, but the fireproof bandages remained, and you were covered with them.

You looked at Bakugou, who squeezed your hand and got up, heading for the door.

“Katsuki? Where are you going?” you asked shakily and sat up.

“I don’t fuckin know, somewhere other than here” he said.

“Don’t you dare leave me alone right now, you were here all night, so please… don’t leave me now” you pleaded, holding back tears.

“Why the fuck do you want me here? If you had just taken care of yourself, none of this would’ve happened, you wouldn’t have had to go through this shit… because of me”

“You think this is your fault?” you asked quietly. “Just… come here Katsuki”

Bakugou walked back to you, but he didn’t raise his head to face you. He didn’t want to look at you, he couldn’t. You had been so badly hurt, and he was to blame for not helping you in time.

“I… I’m so sorry” he said, his voice wavering.

You were a tad confused. Of course it had crossed your mind that he would find a way to blame himself, but he seemed seriously distraught.

“Why the hell aren’t you saying anything?” he growled, his voice now mostly back to normal.

He was now looking at you, he was finally looking at you again. He looked angry, but there was also something else shadowing his face, it was sadness. Your Katsuki looking sad was quite new to you.

“What am I supposed to say? I don’t understand why you’re apologizing to me in the first place” you answered, taken aback by his pained expression.

“Like I fucking said, it’s my damn fault you had to go through that. If I was just stronger, you’d be fine”

“Oh nononono. The only person whose fault this is, is that damn asshole who stabbed me. So don’t you dare even consider that this was your fault”

He didn’t really know what to say so he just kept looking at you. Your eyes, your shoulders, your arms, all those scars scattered across your upper body, that your shirt wasn’t hiding. He reached his hand towards your shoulder, stopped before actually touching you.

“Can I” he asked.

“Sure, they might still be a bit warm though” you smiled.

“You know I’m no good at talking, so I’m probably mostly gonna shut up after this, but I promise to find the bastard who did this to you, and beat them senseless” he huffed.

“Don’t go overboard, I don’t want you to end up in prison” you chuckled.

“Fuck that, I’m never gonna be away from you again you idiot” he scoffed.

“Well that’s good to hear” you said with a smile.

Bakugou loved your smile. It was so bright and warm. He moved from the chair to your bed to sit next to you and pulled you closer. He started kissing your neck and shoulders very gently. He laid you down on the bed so he was on top of you and you slipped your hands into his hair and pulled on them a bit, so he’d lift his head to face you. You kissed him on the lips. The kiss was rough, as it usually was with him, but it was also gentle. He didn’t want to push you after the hellish night you’d had but he wanted you. Your lips parted as he moved his back to your neck and started peppering kisses down your neck to your chest. Bakugou was always careful not to hurt you or make you uncomfortable, but he also took what he wanted, as long as you were willing to give.

You bit his ear very gently and whispered to him: “I love you Katsuki, remember that”

“I love you too” he panted, with his face buried in your neck. “And I never want to see you hurt again”

“Can’t make any promises on that” you chuckled.

Bakugou lifted his head to look at you, straight in the eyes. He had a serious expression on his face and he said: “Don’t fuckin joke about that”

“Guess I need someone to protect me when I get in trouble then” you smirked mischievously.

“Guess so” he said and kissed you again.

Bakugou swore he would never let you get hurt again, not if it was up to him.

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Sunflower University 🌻 Part Three 🌻

Secrets to Keep

Summary; Everyone has secrets. Especially Maya and Jackson. All of this bullshit makes them think twice. However, at the end of the day, even more, chaos and tragedy break out.

Warning; Mentions of drugs, mention of death, mention of cheating, gay relationships, sexual themes, sweating

Word Count; 4.2k

A/N; Holy fuck I’m so sorry for not posting in ages. A bunch of family shit has been breaking out and I have been working on other projects. Honestly, I have felt unmotivated to write, but I feel motivated again. For all the anon’s who ask, I do take requests! I’m just hella slow and wanted to get this chapter out before. I’ll be writing more and let’s shot for next week for part four :)

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The three separated, regrouping in the morning. With all the information that they pieced together, they needed to sleep it off. What’s the question now? Was Sadie apart of Cit’s death? What was Zendaya, Tom, and Maya getting themselves into? Dacre made his way to Maya’s dorm, considered her text that she sent only a few hours ago.  He knocked on the door, gently, just in case her roommate was there asleep. Maya swang opens the door, in her tank top and shorts, getting ready for bed. Her toothbrush was in her mouth as Dacre gave her a hug. She shut her door as he noticed it was only her.

“Everything okay?” Dacre asked with his beautiful Australian accent. Maya spits her toothpaste in the sink as Dacre sat on her bed. “Is this about the Cit case?” He asked, leaning back as Maya turned and looked at him 

“Yes,” She softly spoke as she got closer to Dacre. “We found something that could lead us to who killed her but…” Maya sat next to Dacre as he pushed a piece of her hair out of the way, leaning in.

“But…?” Dacre asked brushing his hand across her face, Maya laughing and biting her lip. “Maya, I worry about you,” Dacre frowned with his eyes as Maya pushed out her chest and signed, leaning towards Dacre.

“That I worry about who killed Cit Clementine?” Maya asked.

“No not that… That you’ve been distant with me lately,” Dacre frown, brushing Maya’s cheek with his thumb.

“I’ve been hanging out with other people… sue me,” Maya quietly laughed, feeling the soft stoke of Dacre's thumb. “But I’m sorry… you know I would never do that on purpose. Things have been… tense,” Maya admitted as she moved closer to Dacre. She placed her head on his shoulder, as Dacre wrapped his arms around her. Dacre loved Maya with all his heart. They were friends for such a long time. He hated seeing her a mess like this. So stressed. Yea, they have done some questionable things together, but it was only because they loved each other and they had one too many shots. Dacre was the kind of guy that all the girls would want to give handjobs to when they were at a party, but whenever a girl would ask if they could take him the bathroom and fuck them on the sink, but always, he would turn them down and wonder how a girl could be so degrading on themselves, but yet again, he knew Sadie and Peaches. After any sexual advance, he’d go to Maya’s dorm and tell her what happened. Although he always asks Maya if she wanted to go to a party with him, it was always a no. Especially after the first two parties, they went too. Not her scene. So when Dacre was drunk, he stumbles for his phone and text Maya at 2 AM that he needed to see her. Sometimes it was those questionable things or just talking and him crashing on the floor or in her roommate bed if she was out doing something. 

“Do you need anything from me?” He asked, brushing his hand throw her hair. Her eyes looked up and him.

“No… I just need your help… I need you to find me a book… a book about a figure with goat horns… possibly Satanic. Tom and I saw him around and we have a suspicion that it could mean something to the case. Since you’re into that kind of stuff, you might know something… there’s a book, do you know the title of it?” Maya asked and Dacre’s face fell flat. He looked at Maya and pushed a piece of her hair out of her eyes, grasping her face with both of his hands. She looked at him confused. “What?” She asked, her voice frail as she could see the worry washing over Dacre.

“I know what you’re talking about, Maya… I can’t believe this…” Dacre’s voice cracked. “The book is called ‘The Goat of the Cosmos,’ it’s of a cult that was founded around the university. The goat was a sign that things will be sacrificed… something is going to happen. God, I’ll get you the book, I still don’t know what it all means one hundred percent. I haven’t read the book in ages,” Dacre explained as Maya pushed herself up from the bed, swinging her legs over the edge. “I think The Blood Patch might have more, Belle might have saved it… Here, I’ll look into it for you, I’ll come here in the morning and we can get the book,” Dacre smiled as he gently grabbed Maya’s hand. “We’ll figure this out, I promise you, Maya,” Dacre smiled. “Will you be okay alone?” He asked

“Yea, I think I’ll be okay,” Maya smiled. “Thank you for that… It’s been…. Hard,” Maya sighed as she saw Dacre getting up, his hand placed on the brass door nob. Maya looked at Dacre one last time, with big dow eyes. He let go of the nob and kissed Maya on the forehead before he left the dorm. Maya looked at the plan door, hoping someone would come back. She didn’t want to sleep alone in her dorm that night. Maya got up and open the door to see Dacre waiting for the elevator. “Dacre,” Maya yelled. “Can you… can you stay the night with me? I just… I just don’t want to sleep alone tonight,” Maya said with a small smile. Dacre tilted his head and smiled back, walking his way back to Maya. He held her hand.

“Yes of course,” Darce kissed her. She was surprised but felt at ease almost.

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The next morning was odd, like the rest of the mornings at Sunflower University, but this morning was particularly odd. Sadie got up early, the time where the campus pharmacy opened and Jackson Karb started his shift. Sadie knew this. She knew it too well actually. When you look at Jackson Karb, you think he’s a sweet boy who could no harm, a perfect boyfriend, a great friend, a loving son, and brother. He got into Sunflower and he began to study for accounting. He then got a job at the pharmacy and thus the line of trouble Jackson got himself into. Well, not a lot of trouble, just something you wouldn’t expect from Jackson. He was afraid of Sadie. Sadie fucking hated his girlfriend Crystal and his friends Avalon and Tal. Sadie just hated everyone that wasn’t Peaches or Tom. Even then she would dream of stabbing her stiletto heel in Peaches' eye whenever she would annoy her. Jackson knew that. Shawn would come in, for Jackson's guitar lesson and tell him about what crazy thing Sadie would do or say to Tom, who clearly didn’t want her there. No one wanted her there.

Sadie demand Jackson to give her Xanax with a faulty doctor's note. Jackson knew if he got caught, he would be fired, kicked out and his life could be ruined. But it was just a mistake, right? Couldn’t he just use that? Sadie turned into half the campus, and now Jackson would give false doctor notes too. Jackson was now the campus’ drug dealer. Clean cut Jackson. He made bank, don’t get me wrong, but it was a risky business to behold. You’d think the trouble would just end there, but Jackson had this… thing. Jackson loved Crystal, they have been together for ages. Jackson would probably kill someone for Crystal and what Jackson was doing killed him because he knew if Crystal were to find out, she would explode with rage. 

The drugs didn’t bother her, she never thought it was a good idea, but she knew Jackson’s fear of Sadie. He never took the drugs himself, only one time before test day and therefore he did sleep in 27 hours, but he got an A on that test. The point being, Crystal was supportive. She got a job at Club Zero and Jackson would see her after his shift and he would see Avalon and Tal, waiting for fir Jackson too. Jackson was curious. He was curious all his life. Especially sexually. Thus why what he did, kissed him, but it felt so good.

Shawn gave Jackson guitar lessons, Shawn never came out to anyone, besides Jackson, Shawn never liked girls. He liked music and Jackson. Jackson liked Shawn. So their guitar lessons became cheap hook up in order to finally figure out who Jackson was as a person. To look in the eyes of Crystal and be fucking honest, with himself mostly. They both promised to not tell a fucking soul. Shawn wasn’t ready to tell people he was gay and Jackson didn’t know what the fuck was going on and who the fuck he was, but he knew something would work out and ether way, Crystal and Avalon and Tal and everyone one else would still love and support him. But he was scared, just like everyone on this fucking campus.

Scared of Sadie mostly, because she could ruin both of them. On one of Jackson and Shawn’s cheap hookups, of course, Sadie saw Shawn getting sucked off by Jackson and held it against both of them. It was scary that the one person that knew, could ruin everything for both of them. So Jackson just held his breath and did whatever Sadie wanted him to do so no one could get hurt. 

When Cit died, Jackson was a little selfish and thought to himself that the attention wouldn’t be on him and his gay encounters with Shawn, but more on what happened, who was involved and how did it all unravel. However, Sadie never would forgive, in fact, the attention was on the case rather than her pill addiction so it was more easy to sneak around. As Sadie left her car, she opened the door to the empty pharmacy, it just did open after all. Sadie went up to the counter and waited for someone, that someone being Jackson, to give her some pills. She saw the tallboy and when their eyes meet, Jackson’s heart raced in fear. He knew the drill. He grabbed a bottle of xannie’s and as quickly as he could, he gave it to Sadie. She felt generous that morning and gave Jackson an extra 20 on the 50 dollar price. Sadie and Jackson didn’t say a word to each other, she just winked, blew him a kiss and left. Jackson though all of it was unusual but he didn’t care. More money for him. He just hoped that today would just be as easy as possible for him. Something normal. No. Not at all.

It started off normal, don’t get me wrong, quite boring in fact. He poured the number of pills for each prescription and set them aside, making phone calls saying it was ready for pick up. What do you expect working at a pharmacy on a fucking college campus? It wasn’t until 35 minutes before his shift was over, around 2:20 that things got weird. Felt not natural. Two men in uniform, from the police department, showed up. Of course, Jackson started to panic because maybe his luck started to run low. He needed to play cool. He finished measuring out the pills for the last customer that he needed to call in. Jackson slowly walked up to the men, much taller then he was, and he was already a pretty tall guy. 

“May I help you?” Jackson asked, calm. He swallowed the spit that was forming as he kept his eyes on both men. One of the men had his hand on his waist. 

“Yes, are you Jackson Karb? We’re from Sunflower Police Department and we would like to ask you a few questions about the Cit Cleminten case and with some evidence we found,” Jackson was now less worried, but still unsure. Yes, he spoke to the police, but he still was unsure why they bothered.

“Yes, what can I help you with?” He asked, putting both hands on the counter and leaning in. The man threw a baggie with a pill bottle in it. 

“The victim had Diphenhydramine in her bloodstream, Zendaya Coleman found them in Sadie Nyland’s room and researchers said you sold them to Sadie only a week before Cit’s death. Did Sadie have a doctor's note we could look at? We would like to see it. Sadie is our number one suspect at the moment this could help our investigation,” The man said with a strict tone. Jackon nodded. He knew the note that Sadie gave him was fake, but he just nodded as he saw his life flash before him. 

“Yes, let me look for the note. Give me one second,” Jackson smiled as the two men nodded as he turned his back towards them. His head started to pound. He was a good liar, he could just say he didn’t know. But he did know. If Sadie knew he ratted her out to the police, his relationship with both Crystal and Shawn would end. He felt a tear from his face as it rolled down. He clenched his fist as he began to look for the note. He needed to stop Sadie anyways, this was his chance to stip being a glorified drug dealer. He looked throw note to note, and he found it for Sadie Nyland, Diphenhydramine. He took a sigh as he whipped away the tear. The tear wasn’t of sadness, but fear and anger. He felt lucky that these men were here, but he knew, either way, it was a risk. “This is all I have. I hope this helps,” Jackson smiles, coving up his discomfort and anger. The men nodded.

“Thank you for your help. If you have anything else, please report it to the police station,” The other man noted as the men took the baggie and the note and they left. It was now the end of Jackson’s shift and he promised Crystal he would come to Club Zero to visit her, but he really didn’t want to after that whole ordeal. 

Jackson put his lab coat off as he made his way to the car, his phone in his other hand. He knew it was a mistake, but he called Shawn. He needed to relax and vent too. He felt like he couldn’t say shit to Crystal without him ratting himself out. Shawn listened and he would help Jackson. Shawn was a good friend if you ended up sucking your friend off in order to find your place in this world and understand that you do in fact like men (and or women depending on who you are). He felt guilting every time he did it, but he fucking loved it. He was thirsty and the only thing that would quench that thirst was Shawn’s touch. This isn’t a gay fantasy between the two men, it was simply an upsetting reality. 

When it all came out, Jackson would wonder what would happen. He knew, no matter what he said, even if he left out the part of the intimate touches from Shawn, Crystal would be crushed and would never want to see Jacksons face again. But he hoped. Crystal was a hardass, so he'd hope that would help him. She was a hardass but deep down if you looked deep in that black heart, something would spark. Maybe she would forgive him, accept him on who he is. She would wonder why he would lie, but always would come around and love him. He was unsure about her, and that always scared him. He knew Avalon and Tal would still love him, but if they found out too, they would be disappointed in him and be by Crystal’s side. Maybe not Avalon, maybe she would try to fix it. Jackson was lost. And there he was, waiting for Shawn to pick up, tears of anger and fear streaming down his face.

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“I wouldn’t be surprised if Sadie did kill Cit. Cit was perfect,” Shawn admitted as Jackson laughed. They were in Jackson’s car in an empty parking lot eating cheesecake that Shawn brought. They were driving around for a little bit before finding the abandon mall’s parking lit a city down. They would sometimes have dates around this area because he knew Crystal would never ever bother to come this way. And besides, it was Shawn and Jackson’s secret getaway. Yes, a parking lot and an abandoned mall was a secret getaway. Jackson smiled, thinking of the times he talked to Cit when she picked up her ADHD medications or pain pills after she got out of surgery. She tore something in her stomach months ago that caused her to puke. She was sweet and spoke as if she had the volume to her voice. She’d always buy something when she bought her pills, she always said it was for her friend Iren, witch Jackson has meet… well more have met, she tried to give Jackson a quick blowie, but never meet any harm.

“I just wish that I could stop this bullshit but Sadie is such a fucking cunt,” Jackson swore as he tore a powdered donut in half and gave one to Shawn. Jackson looked at the donut and sighed, upset at himself that he got himself into all this bullshit and that Sadie at any time could ruin him and even Shawn. He feared that he would ruin Shawn and it hurt him more than the thought of his life being ruined. 

“Sadie Nyland is the worst. But whatever happens, Jackson, I’ll be here,” Shawn said with grace as he leaned into Jackson who looked up at him with a smile. Shawn’s hand was placed on Jackson’s thigh. Jackson’s hand moved a piece of Shawn’s curly hair and rested it on his cheek. They looked at each other for a second before Shawn’s soft and plump lips meet with Jackson. Everything felt normal. “If she outs us, I’ll still love you,” Shawn admitted as he pulled away. Jackson swooned at the words.

“You… you love me?” He asked.

“Didn’t you know?” Shawn laughed, tucking the same curl behind his ear. “I love you Jackson and I know our relationship and this whole situation is messed up, but I do love you. I have never felt judged by you, I never felt scared when I’m with you and all of it is just so… thrilling,” Shawn smiled as he bit his lip.

“In that case,” Jackson took a deep breathe. “I love you too,” Jackson smiled as he leaned in for another kiss. It was a sweet kiss like Jackson really kissed Shawn. Like when he really kissed Crystal. As they pulled away, Jackson’s phone rang. It was from Crystal. Jackson debated if he should pick up or not, but he knew he should. Shawn smiled, encouraging him to pick it up. Jackson sighed.

“Jackson? Where are you?” Crystal asked, hearing voiced from the club in the background.

“I’m with Shawn right now… He wanted to do our guitar lesson today. Sorry, I totally forgot to text you about that,” Jackson lied.

“Okay. Can you make your way to the club when you’re done? I have something for you,” Crystal chuckled over the phone.

“Oh god… what did you do Crystal?” Jackson asked.

“Nothing too bad. Just wanted to get you something,” Crystal said with a cheeky laugh. Jackson smiled.

“I’ll be there in an hour then,” Jackson smiled and he hung up the phone. For some reason at that moment, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. His smile turned into a frown. “Am I a bad boyfriend?” Jackson asked.

“You’re trying your best. Things aren’t easy,” Shawn softly spoke. “Crystal is lucky to have you, but I do feel like you should tell her the truth,” Shawn hated to think it, but he knew he shouldn't be with Jackson like this, with him in this long term relationship with Crystal and him still figuring himself out. But god the sex was good. The sex was always good. Shawn would always love Jackson because Jackson wasn’t just a cheap hookup to fulfill the whole that was inside him. Underneath all the drama and lies, Jackson was his boyfriend. Jackson had both a girlfriend and a boyfriend. Jackson wants both but he knew he can’t have his cake and eat it too. He knew someone will be getting hurt and some relationship would end. He hid this for weeks now. He just wonders when his luck will run out and he wounders with Sadie will explode.

The drive back onto campus was ordinary for Jackson and Shawn. The sunset and the light that was on Shawn’s face as he drove Jackson’s car made Jackson’s heart stop. He was so pretty. Too pretty. Jackson didn’t care at that moment. His mind was focused on the music that was playing n the car. He lends against the window as Shawn’s large hand was on his thigh, Shawn’s eyes were on the empty straight road, inching towards the campus. As they drove near the sigh that read “WELCOME TO SUNFLOWER UNIVERSITY” Shawn’s hand moved from Jackson’s thigh, Jackson straightens out his paster. 

The fun thing about Club Zero as it was underneath one of the other frat houses. It was known, but some had to guess where the club was. Luckily if you lived in the Sunflower House or the Phantom House or you just knew all the good hot spots, you knew the location. Jackson, obviously knew where it was. To get to Club Zero you had to pass the Sunflower House, however, someone unusual was happening. Police and paramedics were surrounded around the house. Shawn and Jackson looked at what was happening, before passing.

“What… What happened?” Jackson asked. 

“Maybe Sadie finally ODed who knows,” Shawn stated.

“Maybe…” Jackson slumped down in the seat, with his arms across his chest, unsure of what to think.

The pulled up to the frat, doing what they usually did to get in. They went downstairs and the club was pretty busy. Jackson’s eyes looked for Crystal and finally saw her pouring drinks. Her eyes meet Jackson and winked. He slowly walked over to her. “Hey,” She smiled. “You made it,” 

“Yep… here I am. Uh, I brought Shawn he wanted to say hi,” Jackson smiled whipping his palms on his pants.

“What a party! Avalon should be here, she said she was talking to some guy today. Tal is in the bathroom,” Crystal stated.

“A guy? Who?” Shawn asked sitting down.

“You would know him I think he lives with you. Uh, it was that Tom Holland guy,” Crystal snapped her figures, finally remembering the name. “The British one,” Crystal stated.

“Ah yes, all the ladies love him. That’s funny he was talking to her yesterday,” Shawn smiled as Crystal brought the boys a drink.

“What did you get me?” Jackson asked taking a sip of his drink.

“Ah yes! I’ll wait till Avalon gets here she shouldn’t be too late,” Crystal winked.

“Ah! I wanna know now,” Jackson whined.

“Too bad you gotta wait for your ‘shister’ to get here,” Crystal rolled her eyes as she put air quotes around ‘shister’

“Anything for my shister!” Jackson exclaimed taking a bigger drink out of his drink.

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It was a late night, Avalon showed up about 15 minutes after Jackson and Shawn. They all spent time drinking and laughing together. Shawn had to leave early because he knew Jackson gets a little uneasy when Crystal and he was in the same room. Avalon was telling everyone how Tom and she talked and walked around campus. Tom seemed to be so uneasy with everything and that he felt calm around her. Avalon didn’t expect Tom Holland to track her down, but she was glad he did. 

Now, this is where the turn of events happened, another fucking accident. Because it was quite late and on a Friday, a decent amount of people were at the club, but with one notification that spread throw all the campus, everyone felt stiff.

SUNFLOWER NEWS; BREAKING. 19-year-old Sadie Nyland, leader of Sunflower House was found brutally murdered in her home this evening. She was found decapitated. Reporters say that her death is linked to Cit Clemintes who was found dead only last week. More info will be released.

Oh fucking great, a murder is on the loose. Or is it? What the fuck is happening?