#in your defence it doesnt take much to get me going on an angst train

[zozo-01]

To Love the Sun (To Be Stuck in the Dark)

Originally, 'To Fight So Hard (To Lose So Quietly)' was going to be just one part. Buttttt @ejunkiet unintentionally gave me the idea for a part two, so here we are!

This is the complete work for the last WIP Wednesday and I apologize to everyone who found that really lil piece of writing cute. It was never going to be happy with me.

CW: Mentions of Major Character Death, Hurt/No Comfort, Angst 

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Sam was making chocolate chip pancakes, just the way they liked them. With extra chocolate chips and the sweetest whip cream to top it all off. Darlin’ claims that they never had problems at the dentist, but Sam loves to call bullshit on them. 

“What? I swear I was never shit on by the dentist! In fact, they always complimented me on my teeth.” Darlin’ waltzed over to Sam, wrapping their arms around his neck. They tilted their head to the side with a saccharine grin, mock gasping at the accusation. “Samuel Collins. Are you calling me a liar?,” Darlin’ teased. Sam sighed before holding his Darlin’ by their waist. 

“My name isn’t short for Samuel, Darlin’, it’s just Sam. And why yes, I am calling you a liar, you menace. I refuse to believe with all the junk food you eat, your teeth aren’t rotting like a corpse. If I was your dentist, I’d charge you extra for every sweet treat you eat.”

Darlin’ gave a giggle that Sam swears were the sounds from the harps in heaven. “Well, maybe it’s more fun to say ‘Samuel Collins’ instead of just ‘Sam Collins’,” replied cheekily, with a smirk to match. “But, I promise that the dentist has never said anything about my teeth. Now can you pretty please make me pancakes.”

Sam rolled his eyes at Darlin’ pout. Who knew with the reputation Darlin’ held, that they can be so… adorable. He much prefers the puppy dog look they have over their usual wolf glare.

He went off to the kitchen to make Darlin’s beloved pancakes, with Darlin’ trailing close behind him. Once Sam started to gather the ingredients onto the counter, they hugged him from behind and started to gently kiss his shoulders and neck.

Sam let out a low chuckle before saying, “maybe I should start calling you ‘sugar’ for that sweet tooth you have.” Darlin’ stopped what they were doing and let out a scoff. They squeezed tighter before responding, “no, I like Darlin’ much better. I might think you’re angry at me if you don’t call me Darlin’.”

Sam squeezed an arm they had wrapped around his waist. A silent affirmation that he won’t be mad at them. “Sammy?,” Darlin' called out, their voice muffled due to their face buried in his back. Sam let out a quiet sound that prompted Darlin’ to continue. “Thank you for the pancakes.” 

Sam knew it wasn’t just the pancakes. It was for the fact that he was willing to help and heal a complete stranger. It was for the fact that he cared for them in times when they didn’t even care about themselves. For how he became a beacon of comfort. A place for Darlin’ to put down their weapons and armour. 

Sam turned around in Darlin’s arms and held their face in his hands, looking at them in their eyes. “Darlin’, you never have to thank me for anything, alright? I’ll always be here for you.”

“Forever and always?”

“Forever and always.”

Sam smiled to himself after replaying that memory. Happiness and excitement filled his body in a way only his wolf can do to him. He became elated when he remembers that Darlin’ was supposed to come by today. Hence why he was making chocolate chip pancakes.

Sam questioned if he has ever been this happy about anything. He thought about memories on his family’s ranch, his acceptance at D.A.M.N. and the friends he has made along the way, and nothing he has experienced can compare to how he felt about them. 

Who would have thought that a shifter trespassing on clan territory would make him feel like everything was worth it? Like it was destiny for him to be turned and meet Darlin’ later in life?

The world has put Sam Collins through a lot, but the one thing he will forever be grateful for is being able to feel the light of the sun again. 

A knock on the door shook Sam out of his thoughts. ‘Finally, they decided to show up. I was starting to get worried about them.’ Sam left the pancakes to cook on the stove and went to the door to open it. The closer he got to the door, the quicker his heart pounded. That was something he needed to get in control of before Darlin’ started to tease him for it. “Aren’t you supposed to be undead? How the hell do you still have a heartbeat?” he imagines them saying.

Sam stood in front of the door, with one thought going through his head.

‘The love of my life, my mate, my eternal sunshine, is standing behind the door. And I have the honour and privilege to have my house become a home for them. Our home.’

Sam opened the door.

It was not Darlin’ on the other side.

“David? What are you doing here?” Darlin’s Alpha was standing on his porch. His hair is messy and his eyes are bloodshot. David’s hands, usually firm and steady, were fidgeting. Like he didn’t know what to do with them. On his face was not his usual frown, the one that the majority of the public would see on a good day. Sam had seen this frown once before, and that was when the official death count from the Inversion was released to the public.

And that was a day of mourning.

With a raspy voice, David responded, “hello Sam. Is it alright if I come inside?” Sam moved to the side, gesturing to the Alpha to come in and make himself at home.

David walked in and sat down on the couch. He put his elbows on his knees and hands on his face, unable to look the vampire in the eye. “I assume that you were waiting for my packmate to come over, correct?” The way David asked the question unnerved Sam. His voice was shaky and his eyes were shining with tears. ‘What the hell happened to Darlin’ that made David Shaw about to cry?’ 

David was a man who seldom showed emotions. The last time he cried in front of another person that wasn’t his mate or late father was when his best friend was dying in his arms.

‘No, no, no! Darlin’ was tough. Fuck, they’re nickname growing up was ‘Tank’ for God’s sake!’

‘They can’t… there’s no way…’

David Shaw broke into sobs and Sam’s heart stopped.

His voice stuttered as he forced himself to say the next few sentences. “Fuck, I’m so sorry Sam. Quinn got to them on the way here and by the time we got there, they were already gone and there was no saving them.” The tears wouldn’t stop falling from David’s face, no matter how much he tried to stop them. No matter how much he wished this was another dream.

The smell of burnt chocolate wafted across the room as a realization occurred.

Sam Collins had the world he loves so very much ripped away from him again.

And for the second time in his life, Sam Collins was forbidden from feeling (his) sunlight on him again.

#i did ittttt #i got the angst out of my system (for nowww) #ironically the day that i posted the original fic #jason spezza retired #so you can argue that i wrote this because the leafs broke my heart (again) #but i digressss #also thank ejunkiet for giving me the idea and encouragement to make a part two #although you did this unintentionally #in your defence it doesnt take much to get me going on an angst train #maybeeeee ill write an actual fluff thing #but thats a hugeee maybe #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted asmr

[pandastern]

Gravity (Bakugo x OC)

Gravity (Bakugo x OC)

Part 5: Unforseen Simulation Joint (past)

Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count: 2433

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance, slow burn

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected.

Bakugou grit his teeth until they hurt. His crimson eyes bored into the back of the flame-haired girl walking a few feet in front of him. At this point, Artemis was pissing him off even more than that damn Deku! She’d really gotten the best of him the other day. Not that it was gonna happen again. He’d show her. He’d make her regret the day she ever stepped foot in UA.

A sudden hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his train of thought.

“Hey, man!” Kirishima said with a toothy grin. “If you keep staring like, you’re gonna get eye issues.”

“Tch… Shut up, shitty hair! I'm not staring,” Bakugou growled, shrugging off Kirishima’s hand. 

"Right. I mean, I get that you two don’t really get along and all, but maybe you shouldn’t try to start another fight one day after she, well… beat you?”

“She did not fucking beat me! I can take that cocky water hazard any day, any time!” Bakugou spat, whipping around with gleaming eyes.

Rage bubbled in the pit of his stomach, but Kirishima just laughed and held up his hands defensively. “Hey no need to blow up over something so small.”

“I'm not!” Bakugou growled and walked away.

Why was that shitty-haired dumbass even trying to come at him? Sure, his words were the truth, but Bakugou didn’t need it spelled out for him. And then there was Artemis, acting all high and mighty. How did no-one else but him notice that this girl was just so… unsettling? No matter what she was doing, her whole attitude rubbed him the wrong way.

“Why are you even so focused on her?” Kirishima’s voice interrupted his thoughts again.

Bakugou grunted. “I’m not focused on her! She’s pissing me off, is all. Acting like she’s better than everyone else, always running her fucking mouth like she’s the funniest person in the academy.”

“And you burned off half her hair. That’s pretty harsh, especially for a girl, you know? Maybe that’s why she went all Terminator on you.” Kirishima shrugged.

“I didn’t do that on purpose. It was an accident. We fought, I blasted without thinking, her hair went up in flames,” Bakugou snapped.

“Does she know that?”

“Why would I care? Now leave me alone before I blast your ass to kingdom come.”

“Okay, okay!” Kirishima raised his hands in defence and walked away, muttering to himself.

Bakugou turned away and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Kirishima needed to keep his nose out of things that didn’t concern him… though as much as he hated to admit it, he had a point. The whole class had seen Artemis beat him in that training circle. He’d given it his all and had failed nonetheless. Never in his life had anyone shown him up that badly.

Perhaps that was why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

He’d gone over that fight in his head so many times,trying to find some way to justify his own failure, but he couldn’t. Artemis had been holding back in the beginning, but the moment he’d started to get the upper hand, she’d overpowered him like a tidal wave, mercilessly crushing him and everything else in her way. And despite him being infuriated by his own loss, he couldn't help but respect the fighting skill she’d displayed.

Inside the special training facility, the class was met by Thirteen, a rescue hero dressed in something that somewhat resembled an astronaut’s space suit. Judging by the excited mutters of her classmates, Artemis assumed that the hero was rather popular for their work.

“Welcome to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short, a facility created to simulate various natural disasters in order to train young heroes for rescue missions,” Thirteen said with arms outstretched.

Artemis followed Thirteen’s gesture with her eyes and let her gaze wander. The giant dome-shaped building was bigger than any training facility she’d ever seen. Not that she could compare this to anything she’d ever experienced. Most of the facilities she knew had been underground and certainly not for rescue work.

Thirteen started to explain the different zones of the USJ, each one modelled after a natural disaster heroes commonly had to fight their way through. Artemis was only half listening while her mind wandered. It made sense for the school that formed most of the top heroes of this day in age to prepare the young students for catastrophes. Her classmates seemed to be eagerly listening, and she could see the admiration in their eyes. It was so painfully obvious how innocent and naive they were. They knew heroes from TV and from what they were taught. Heroes were good, villains were evil. Everything was so cut and dry, so simple to understand.

She sighed and shook her head.

“Miss Moon?” Thirteen’s voice pulled her out of her trance. “Are you paying attention?”

Artemis flinched and muttered a curse under her breath. “Sorry.”

“That's all right. Now, as I was saying,” the rescue hero continued, “my quirk is called Dark Hole. While it allows me to save lives, it’s also a dangerous weapon. Many of you have powers that could easily kill someone should you ever lose control.”

Artemis clenched her jaw. She knew that oh so well. The sudden feeling of eyes boring into the back of her head mader her glance back. She caught the sight of Bakugou’s eyes narrowed at her before he turned his attention back to the teacher.

“Always remember that you should never use your powers for personal gain. Use them to save people. That is the true essence of being a hero,” Thirteen said to finish off.

Artemis had to scoff at that. Why was everything so painfully glorified? If that was really what they believed made a true hero in this world, then there was no such thing. Fame, money, power… It was all a corrupted system strapping people down. What a load of shit. That certainly wasn’t the world she remembered so vividly.

She looked around again, only for her eyes to be drawn to a big fountain in the middle of the dome. At first, Artemis couldn’t quite tell why it had caught her attention. Something about it just seemed… off.

Staring more intently, she noticed a subtle, almost invisible change in the air. A slight flicker, easily missed, like summer air shimmering on hot concrete.

How odd. Was the heating system having issues? Or maybe there was a gas leak.

She pulled away from the group and slowly made her way closer to the stairs, making sure to keep her eyes on the strange phenomenon so she didn’t lose it. Something about this just didn’t feel right. Thirteen and the class were still busy going over the program, so no one seemed to notice it.

The flickering started to pick up, slowly getting denser. Artemis could clearly see the distortion slowly spreading and growing.

“What is that?” she muttered to herself, narrowing her eyes.

A shadow fell across her as Aizawa joined her by her side. She glanced up at him. The look in his dark eyes told her she definitely wasn’t imagining it. The hairs on the back of her neck started to rise. 

Artemis shifted her attention back to the flickering air just as it started to contort and turn dark. For a few moments, it was just a small spot, no bigger than a fist, the black smoke pulsing slightly as if it had its own heartbeat. Then the spot started to grow, shooting out wispy tendrils of black and purple that spread out like the smoke of a forest fire until it was the size of a large doorway.

Aizawas hand shot out, grabbing Artemis by the shoulder and flinging her back at her classmates so roughly she would have hurt herself if Kirishima hadn't caught her.

“Hey! What-” Artemis managed to squeak before she heard Aizawa’s quickened heartbeat thrumming in her ears. Her stomach knotted. That wasn’t a good sign.

Her eyes returned to the dark cloud that now seemed to open up from within. It was a portal, Artemis thought with ice forming in her veins. A fucking portal.

Sure enough, she was able to make out the form of a pale hand slowly pushing through, followed by an arm, then a head. Again and again, similar apparitions formed in the black smoke and emerged into the open.

“Get back and stay together!” Aizawa barked in a sharp voice, positioning himself in front of his class and pulling up his goggles. “Thirteen, protect the students.”

“Hey, what’s that?” said Kirishima behind her. “Has the exercise already started? I thought we were supposed to rescue people.”

As more and more figures stepped out of the portal, Artemis’s quirk picked up the hearts of her classmates quickening around her. 

She pushed herself nimbly back on her feet, her own heart starting to pound. There was not one pro hero alive whose heart could possibly beat faster with adrenaline if the situation wasn’t serious. This wasn’t an exercise. This was for real.

“This isn’t a game. Those are real villains,” Aizawa growled. The scarf around his began to unwind on its own.

Holding out her arm, Artemis summoned all the water she could until a shimmering bow formed in her hand.

Aizawa glanced back at his fearful students. How the hell had anyone managed to breach their security? There had been an incident at the school earlier today where someone had tried to infiltrate the school grounds, but with the huge amount of media before their gates, the whole school had just assumed it had been an over-enthusiastic reporter. Now Aizawa had a feeling the commotion at UA had been used to find out where the students were headed.

 “Everyone,” Thirteen commanded, trying to usher them back to the entrance, “get to the exit right away. Do not engage the enemy.”

Kirishima and Bakugou began to complain. Even Midoriya seemed annoyed at the order. However, one stern look from Aizawa shut them up right away.

“Those are real villains,” shouted Aizawa again, stepping towards the stairs. “Get out of here while I hold them back.”

“But Mr Aizawa, you work best in stealth combat. They are too many of them! Even If you can cancel out some of their quirks…” Midoriya began with worry in his voice.

“He’s right. There’s a small army down there,” Artemis added sharply, bow and arrow already in her hands, ready to fight. There was no fear in her deep green eyes, only determination and defiance. 

“You can’t be a pro if you only have one trick up your sleeve,” Aizawa said, and with that, he leapt off the stairs, ready to fight for his students’ lives.

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