PREVIEW || Scars That Heal

PREVIEW || Scars That Heal

• Ch. 10: Who Needs You •

     "You!"

     The howl of fury from Sonia Kaspbrak brought a whole new sense of fear to the Losers as they stood on the opposing end of her finger. Having fled the gruesome house on Neibolt, the Losers, in a great panic, had managed to haul their injured friend away from Neibolt and back to his own front lawn. Thanks to Mike, who while thinking quickly, had placed Eddie in his own bike's basket, the two were able to escape on their bikes with the rest of their friends. And though the horrid scene was now blocks away, not a single Loser dared lose a notch of speed, and did not stop until they had discarded their bikes on Eddie's front lawn, panting heavily.

     "You did this!" She hissed, immediately separating Eddie from his friends.

     The seven friends parted hesitantly as she forced him by the nape of the neck across the lawn towards her car.

     "You know how delicate he is." She huffed, earning a few heavy eyerolls from a select few.

     Bill stepped forward after them, finding his voice, and powering through his stutter.

     "W-We were attacked, M-Mrs. K,"

     She opened the squeaky passenger door, just about shoving Eddie inside and turned on the seven friends. She stared each of them down, fiery gaze meeting with each pair of eyes.

     "No! Don't," she ordered, slamming the door shut, caging a still frightened Eddie. "Don't try to blame anyone else."

     Her hands shake with a rage, causing her ring of keys to slip from her fingers and land on the pavement. Seeing this, Beverly bends down after them.

     "Let me help-" She offers, only to be cut off and shooed away by the woman.

     "Get back!" She bellows.

     She steps forward, retrieving her keys and straightens enough to lean in close to intimidate Beverly.

     "Oh, I've heard of you miss Marsh," Mrs. Kaspbrak sneered. "And I don't want a dirty girl like you touching my son."

    "Mrs. Kaspbrak, please, if we could just explain-" Y/n pleas were soon cut short.

     "Enough!" The woman roared, her puffy face turning red.

     She looked Y/n up and down with a snide look in her eye, as if the young girl was nothing more than something she had dragged in on her shoe.

     "Don't think I haven't heard of you either, you filthy little thing! Following this harlot around town," she quickly throws Beverly a hostile look. "begging for scraps like some stray. Wouldn't be surprised if you picked up on her dirty little habits and I certainly won't have you lurking around my son any longer!"

     Y/n stood unnaturally still, taking the conjectures she had heard almost her entire life with surprising composure. But that wall she had built up, cracked, just ever so at the mention of Eddie and she glanced past the screaming woman and into the car where Eddie's small stature was barely visible over the windows in the low seat. This was the first time he had allowed himself to look at one of them, and it was at Y/n.

     Their eyes met, her gaze was distant, and she seemed to be disconnecting from reality as if to spare herself from the pain of saying goodbye. As if she knew his mother would finish her lecture, get in the car, and drive away with Eddie and that would be it. She knew that Eddie wouldn't stand up for her. Get angry for her, or even for himself, and finally stand up to his mother. But she didn't blame him, he had barely escaped death, and even still, he had a horribly broken arm.

     But that didn't stop her heart from breaking as she saw his large doey brown eyes staring back at her. They were fightened, and sad but also docile as his mother continued shouting abuse at the her; The girl who was quickly after his heart.

     "You are not to speak to my Eddie, you are not to set foot within five hundred feet, of my Eddie Bear, nor can you even-" she stopped suddenly, roughly turning the girls head to look at her, and lowered her voice. "You are not to even look at my Eddie."

     She leaned forward into the girl's face, and glared spitefully.

     "I don't want my son catching fleas." She spit.

     Everyone had stood silently in shock, not expecting such venomous words from the woman. Nor were they expecting a heated comeback from Richie who stepped forward beside Y/n, fists clenched despite his otherwise cool exterior.

     "With all due respect, Mrs. K, Y/n isn't the problem," Her wild glare shifted to the boy. "If you're worried about fleas, Eddie's more likely to catch 'em from living up your v-"

     Richie was suddenly cut off by a hand clamping over his mouth, it was Y/n. Who albeit, very much appreciated the gesture, and would definitely laugh about it in the future, still wanted at least a sliver of a chance of both her and Richie getting to see Eddie again.

     The woman took a long deep breath, and glared daggers at the boy. Anyone would know a million things were running through her head in that moment; several things she would have liked to have said to the no good heathen that her son always clung to, but she knew she could waste no more time. Her eyes said enough.

     "Don't start with me young man, this is far from over." She seethed.

     And with that, she whirled around on her heel and wobbled over to the driver's side.

     "Thanks, Richie," Y/n croaked, a silent tear streaking her dirtied cheek.

     "Catching fleas," Richie grumbled. "Honestly, and you guys actually think my mouth's the one that outta be sewed shut."

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Cornered

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: While trying to survive in a desolate world, you keep stumbling across the same mysterious man. Despite your wish to be left alone, it seems that Keigo has other plans.

Themes/Warnings: Smut; Some angst; Yandere!Hawks; Quirkless!AU; Dystopian!AU; The flavor of the dystopia is zombie apocalypse, but it isn’t extremely prevalent in the story. Still, I’ll put a general warning for gore and death, nothing extreme.

You had lost track of the days. Months - it had been months, you knew that. Months since you had seen another human being. At least one who was alive. 

It had been only a few hours since you’d seen one that was dead.

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Possession | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Hey guys! It’s been a little while, but I really hope you guys enjoy this. Once again another self-indulgent fic from me. It’s supposed to be a part two to this thirst post I did for Shindou’s birthday.

Warnings: 18+, Dub-con.

Word Count: 5732.

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Kirishima’s Plaything - Part 11 - My Only Love

Series Masterlist

Tagging: @ladyinpastelpink​ bc I know she’s gonna wanna see this

A/N: This is going to be LONG. Make sure to buckle in.

“That was a pretty bad thing I did, huh?” He chuckled, looking out of the window, staring down at everyone on the streets beneath. “I really… never imagined I’d have to threaten anyone like that. But I can’t just have some big-wig with a badge threatening my baby like that-” his breath hinged at the last word and he choked for a second, taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly. “Well… alright, maybe not my baby, since you… clearly don’t want to be called that anymore. I just… wish you’d give me a chance, you know? I’m not… whatever you think I am. I’m not a monster. I don’t know what you believe, or what you think I am, but… it’s alright. I understand.”

The thoughts were racing around in your head. Was this the real Kiri you thought you knew? Was anything real? Did anything between you and him… actually happen? You wanted to ask anything and everything that came to mind, feeling as though your skull was splitting, but there was a voice inside your head repeating “He’s just going to tell you what you want to hear,” over and over. Maybe you were wrong, maybe Kirishima was wrong, maybe the detective was wrong - there was no one to trust anymore.

“I just want you to give me a chance,” he continued, pivoting himself back towards you and pacing to the chair next to your bedside. “I want you… to give me a chance to prove that… nothing actually happened. Except with Bakugo, of course… I can definitely… definitely understand why you’d think that was real… because I saw it for myself. I thought that guy was my best friend, you know. But to take the death footage of All Might, and have people voice over it with my name…? That’s… that’s pretty messed up.”

He’d switched again. You didn’t know this Eijiro. You were unfamiliar with these soft words and this understanding tone. It was such a back and forth, which version of him was, well, actually him? 

“There’s nothing in this world that I want more… than for you to just feel me, deep in your heart again,” he whispered. “I know we really hadn’t been dating for long when you went missing. It was only six months. You went to the store to get some things for a half-anniversary dinner and then you… never came back. I was pretty confused myself, you know…”

His voice was choking up, and his chest was hiccupping with sobs as his loose red hair was hanging over his forehead. Glancing at him, as he folded his knees to his chest and burying his face into them, you noticed his black roots. He hadn’t re-dyed his hair in… quite some time. 

You were getting nauseous again when the realization hit you that there was a possibility you were wrong. 

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Young God - Part 3A

A/N: And I fucking oop-

Pairing: Vampire!Bakugo x Reader x Werewolf!Kirishima

Summary: Full strength, horny werewolf against a starving new-blood vampire. 

Warnings: f e r a l, lil violence, smut

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Part 3B

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Don’t Forget Me

Art in banner done by me.

College Life / Mermaid / Kimi no Na wa (Your Name) inspired AU

It’s all nothing but a dream. A series of dreams that are all too real. That’s all it is. Your soul - or whatever it was - couldn’t possibly be swapping places with a Merman. One, mermaids aren’t real. Two, that’s not even possible! Is it? 

Mermaid!Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Human Reader

Want to start from be beginning? Check the Don’t Forget Me tag. 

Genre: Romance / Angst Story 

Rating: Explicit | Adult Themes, Interspecies Sex (merman / human), Masturbation, Alcohol, Animal death / hunting (whales, fish, sharks, etc), Cursing, Descriptions of Injuries and Blood 

A/N: This is my part for the @bnhabookclub weekly collab event Just Add Water for MerMay! I know there isn’t much going on in this, but it’s just the first chapter to a new multichapter fic. Per the rules of the collab, I used the prompt “That’s just an urban legend”. I’m excited, because I’ve wanted to do a Mer!Bakugou x reader for a LONG time and could never think of anything. But when this theme was announced, I was watching Kimi no Na wa and immediately had this idea. So, full disclosure, the theme of switching bodies in their sleep / forgetting each other is inspired by that movie, but that is all that I take away from it. 

Prologue: Stone

Chapter Rating: Teen | Cursing

Words:  1,855

You were doing it again. 

How many times had you caught yourself staring at the delicate necklace in your hands? More than you could probably count on all your fingers and toes, and you were sure that number had nearly doubled just in the last week. You really weren’t sure why you were drawn to it so intensely, nor why it gave you such a deep sense of loss and loneliness. 

Where had you gotten it from? 

You couldn’t remember. In truth, you couldn’t remember getting it at all. As far as you could recollect, it had been around your neck when you woke up one morning, about two months ago. Since then, you refused to go a day without it, even if it didn’t necessarily match your outfit or any particular occasion. You felt so lost without it around your neck, like a part of you was away, off in some distant land or deep within the sea. 

Why did you think that? 

Of all things, why would you assume that this missing part of you was in the ocean? Was it because of the necklace? Probably. The silver clam shaped pendant that rested in your palm was most likely the culprit to make you think of the sea. But that particular piece of the jewelry wasn’t what kept you so entranced. Set in the middle was a small, perfectly round stone, and its brilliance is what you couldn’t help but stare into. To anyone else, it would just appear to be a small marble, with brilliant deep indigo, swirling turquoise and hints of radiant purples. There were sparkles of twinkling white, like light reflecting off a water’s surface, and if you gazed into it long enough, you could have sworn that the colors were mixing and twisting, as if there truly was water inside the stone. 

It was so beautiful. Had someone given it to you? Whoever did must have cared about you so deeply to give you something so special. You had asked all your friends and family if they knew anything about how you got it, but no one knew anything. You received some weird looks and uncomfortable responses when you tried to ask them, but that didn’t bother you much, not when you had been dealing with people finding you strange for almost half a year now, anyway. 

Why did they find you weird again? You couldn’t remember.

All you knew was that it had to do with this necklace. You had tried to find out what it was made of to try and get any hints on where it may have come from, but each jewelry store or stone expert you took it to, they all had the same response. They just didn’t know. Many offered to buy it from you at varying prices, their interest peaked and their hopes of being the first person to discover a new stone pushing them forward. But you resisted, as just even letting it out of your hands so they could look at it enough to make you nearly burst into tears. You couldn’t let it go and you wouldn’t, either. Not ever. Not for anything. 

Because it was precious. It was the only thing that you had that could help to calm this nearly unending sense of longing. 

But what was it you were longing for? 

Or who? 

Why did that always pop up in your mind? There were so many pieces of scattered thoughts that you just couldn’t put together. A person. The sea. Feeling like a piece of you was missing. You wanted these feelings to end, but you knew that they wouldn’t, not until you found what you were searching for. 

With a frustrated sigh, you put the necklace back on around your neck, clasping it in place with skilled fingers. Standing from your bed, you shuffled your way towards your desk, lightly running your fingers down along the slender metal chain. Your mind was still in a hazy grip of sleep, barely registering that the electronic clock mostly hidden by books and other stationary read 5:49 AM, though that didn’t really matter. Your mind was racing with the overbearing thoughts, and as you sat down in your squeaky office chair, you were already near breaking out into tears.

The necklace wasn’t the only clue you had. Scattered among the desk were notebooks and papers, though you had refused to touch them for the last few weeks. At first, you had meticulously looked over every page and every written note, trying to do everything you could to learn about who this person was that you were missing. But now they sat on your desk, abandoned in defeat. There were many things in the notes that didn’t make sense to you now, though according to what you had written, you had understood it all at one point. 

What you had written. 

That was what was the most odd. There were two very distinct handwritings within the notebooks and scribbled on the scrap pieces of paper or sticky notes. Yours was so proper and easy to read, clean and steady. The other was rough with some of the characters almost completely illegible, requiring you to assume what the person writing must have been trying to say. Large and scratchy, it almost resembled the handwriting of a child or what you assume would be someone new to writing on paper. The phrases. The choice of words. All of it was completely different from yours. 

It had been another person. Someone sat in your chair, in your room, and wrote these messages to you. At first, you thought that it just had to be a prank. One of your friends was fucking with you. That was the only realistic solution. But none of them talked this way, and if you were honest, they weren’t exactly clever enough to pull off such a big ordeal over months and months. 

The way they talked… It was so strange. You just couldn’t wrap your head around it, and if you were honest, you thought that they must have been a little crazy. Yet, you weren’t all that rattled in most of your responses, like you knew what they had been saying to be the truth. 

The conversations were so… natural. In fact, most of it was like a diary, with the scratchy handwriting cataloging what had happened that day, how they felt about it, and what they had done. 

This school shit that you humans do is so stupid and pointless. Who the fuck needs to know about… what is it called? Calculus? You’re never going to use that shit, I’m not bothering with keeping up with it, fuck that. You always catch up on your own anyway. That bitch Midoriya or whatever gave you some fucking flowers today. I thought about stomping on them and telling him to fuck off, but I just took them and left. You need to tell that prick you’re not into him or this shit will never stop. Also, the way you humans handle courtship is fucked. I didn’t do shit today otherwise. Just stayed in the room. I did find your sketchbook though. You’re getting better, but you still can’t remember us for shit. 

Pulling your eyes up from the paper, they immediately landed on the mentioned sketchbook, which was tucked up beneath some schoolbooks. Carefully, you pulled it out, setting it down on the pile of papers to thumb through it. 

It had been so long since you had even opened this thing. The feeling of the coarse paper beneath your fingertips brought a small smile to your face, as did seeing all your old sketches and doodles. Though, the smile faded as you reached near the middle of the sketchbook, your eyes tearing up immediately at the contents of the page. The page was completely covered in drawings of what looked to be mermaids, or mermen, to be more accurate. They were mostly faceless and unidentifiable, the sketches geared more towards poses and anatomy. The only thing mostly consistent was the tail. It seemed to be the same over all the drawings, with matching fins and scribbled patterns. 

“Mermaids… I’ve never cared to draw them before, why did I…?” 

After another turn of the page, you were met with similar things, only this time they had heads and hair, jewelry, pieces of clothing, and even weapons. Only one of the sketches resembled the previous drawings, and his particular features called to you. The feeling of recognition and longing grew fiercer with another turn of the page, which was all nothing but sketches of that particular merman’s head with varying expressions and positions. He was particularly attractive, with slanted piercing eyes and a mass of fluffy spiked hair on his head. He had fin-like ears that were mostly drooped, but flared out on the drawings with a more intense expression, where his mouth was open in a yell or intense fanged snarl. 

A small gasp left your lips as a drop of liquid suddenly landed onto the paper, pulling you out of your daze. Crying? Why were you crying? Why did your heart feel like it was about to be ripped from your chest? It wasn’t possible for this to be the man that you had been longing for. You had drawn him as a mermaid! They weren’t real, and there was no way that was possible. He couldn’t even get into your room, let alone sit in your chair and write you letters. 

“I’m so ridiculous…” You whispered quietly to yourself, wiping the tears from your flushed cheeks. Had you been blushing? You didn’t even notice. “Mermaids… That’s just an urban legend. A myth. I must have just been in a phase… Maybe I saw a movie or an anime with them, and I got super invested? But then… they’re so…” 

Page after page, more sketches followed, some making you giggle while others made your chest ache so badly you thought you would pass out. But then, there was something scribbled onto a page that made your entire body grow cold, stomach twisting into such a tight knot you were sure that you’d vomit. 

Save me. 

“Save… Save you?” You choked out into the silent room with a trembling voice, more tears cascading down your cheeks as you reached up to grip the pendant around your neck tightly. It was in the familiar scratchy handwriting, though it was more frantic and messy than you had ever seen. Hiccupping, you brought the pendant up to your lips, pressing the stone against them as you struggled to calm yourself. 

Save you from what? What the hell happened? Did I save you? Why the hell can’t I remember!

It was then that you felt an odd pulsing against your lips, and as you pulled away in shock, your teary gaze was locked onto the pendant in your hands, which was pulsing slowly with a pale green glow. And with it came a thought, like a soft voice whispering in your ear that you couldn’t ignore. 

He’s calling to me…