Peter Parker +Tom Holland Imagines!

Sometimes I write imagines about everybody's favourite curly haired gymnast. 

[peterparker-imagines]

to the half japanese boy who changed my perspective

I understand now that this will not go anywhere.

It is clear you are not my yes.

I thought at first you might be, you had every capability, you were abundant with potential.

But what can I do with potential?

Potential will not hold my gloved hand at an ice skating rink. Potential will not giggle softly with me, limbs entangled, until dawn wriggles its way in through the cracks in my blinds. Potential will not not hold me as they sense me about to choke.

If you were my yes, wouldn’t you be certain I was yours?

I’m somewhat relieved you are gone. I am no longer tormented. I am not waiting anxiously for your return.

I am allowing myself to feel the disappointment, I am allowed to grieve the possibilities I projected on to you. But I mustn’t convince myself that you were a waste of time, you have reignited far too much of me to be tarnished as such.

I’m reading again.

I’m starting to write.

I dance.

I am confident again that I can be loved for my mind and not just the husk I use to carry it in.

You have given me beautiful songs.

You have taught me that men are still soft. The brutes may be plentiful but there are still charming young men are hiding here. I know this, for you were. He will not be alone, I am sure of it.

I just haven’t met him yet.

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As The World Caves In - Part 4/? (Sean Wallace x Reader)

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to post, it’s been a craaaaaazy week. Hope you guys enjoy!

Part 3     My Masterlist

Part 4: No More Mrs Polite

Marian Wallace has finally stopped crying.

She is still clutching your face.

Finn had crushed you in an embrace at first and now all he can do is stare at the miracle before him.

See, you look alot like your mother.

He called Ed, the Dumali’s are on their way.

Billy doesn’t quite know how to react. He is perched on the arm of a small couch, staring at you too. He is trying to remember everything he can about his childhood best friend. He’d cried himself to sleep for a year after you were reported dead.

Sean Wallace is the only person in the room that isn’t looking at you. He’s staring out of a window, swirling the whiskey in his glass.

“Y/N,” he says, without turning around to face you “Exactly how many men have you just killed?”

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[gxngsoflondon]

As The World Caves In - Part 2/? (Sean Wallace x Reader)

 Part 1 /// My Masterlist!! 

Part 2: What A Wonderful World

You’re still in the car. It’s been a long drive home from the Wallaces.

“There’s been an accident on the major road, I’m taking a different route,” the driver says.

Your father nods.

You huff loudly, patience is a skill you’re still honing. Tommy slips a pair of headphones over your head and presses play on his phone. You wriggle in your seat so you can rest your head on your mother’s lap. She plays with your hair.

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[gxngsoflondon]

My MasterList!

Sean Wallace x Reader

As The World Caves In (work in progress)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Blurb: 

“Nothing good ever becomes of the girl unfortunate enough to fall in love with a Wallace. There is blood, thick pools of the stuff, not all of it yours. There is too much blood.You are running out of time.This is how you’re going to die, you are sure of it now. But before you do, they are going to take him away from you.They are going to pull everything worth living for out of your sorry little world. Sean. You will not let them take Sean from you. You will make sure that he’s safe.You hear them coming now. This is it.”

[gxngsoflondon]

As The World Caves In - Part 1 (Sean Wallace x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys! This first chapter is mainly background information, so bear with me (its not the most action packed chapter but it is 100% necessary).This is going to be a pretty long series so lemme know if you want to be added to a tallest xxxx

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Part 1: Bang Bang! (My Baby Shot Me Down)

Nothing good ever becomes of the girl unfortunate enough to fall in love with a Wallace.

There is blood, thick pools of the stuff, not all of it yours.

There is too much blood.

You are running out of time.

This is how you’re going to die, you are sure of it now. But before you do, they are going to take him away from you.They are going to pull everything worth living for out of your sorry little world.

Sean.

You will not let them take Sean from you. You will make sure that he’s safe.

You hear them coming now.

This is it.

/// 16 Years Before \\

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[peterparker-imagines]

If the person who knows you better than anyone else has thrown you away. If the person you trust more than anybody is pretending you don’t exist. If you feel lost and confused, This is the playlist for you

[peterparker-imagines]

hurting

You know what sucks?  Do you what sits on your chest and crushes you like a tonne of fucking bricks? That stabs you in the gut? Gives you that horrid little nagging voice in the back of your head? Or the sudden onset nausea, paranoia, that horrid sprinkle of dread? Do you know sucks?

 Realising that’s it. This is it. That you don’t get a love story, you don’t get to be his somebody, you don’t get that special little part of his brain, or be the one to light him up. You don’t get that look. That look. He won’t look at you like your his world, you won’t weave your way into his conversations, he won’t need you.

Do you know what you get? Do you know what you get, for being genuine, for being honest, for putting your feelings out there?

You get used.

And forgotten.

You bend and you bend and you fucking twist yourself until it hurts. It always hurts. And you stay hanging on, comprising, trying to prise your way back from the edge of a fucking mountain, knowing full well he wouldn’t even think of doing the same.

You don’t even cross his mind.

You lose your dignity. That’s the worst part. You grovel and grovel and offer every part of yourself, any part of yourself. He gets everything. But he doesn’t want you. Any of you. And knowing its over, knowing there’s nothing fucking left of you give, it’s sickening, truly fucking sickening.

And you’ll cry. 

Oh fucking hell you’ll cry.

You’ll sob your tiny little heart out.

And then you plaster that fake smile back on your face. You forgive him, because what is there to blame him for. What has he actually done? He just doesn’t like you.

He doesn’t like you.

He doesn’t fucking like you.

Why is that so hard to swallow? Pride maybe, but its more than that.

He doesn’t like you. 

So you go back. To the bending, to the breaking. To the reasoning with yourself as you try and figure out exactly what you have to do to get him to care.

Exactly what he wants from you.

To make him want anything at all.

Its a shitshow.

And the thing is, you know you have no right to love him. He’s never going to need you, he’s never said that he has. He just slotted perfectly into your life, everything he was is everything you think you need. 

And then, just like that

 you can’t look past him.

[peterparker-imagines]

hurting

You know what sucks?  Do you what sits on your chest and crushes you like a tonne of fucking bricks? That stabs you in the gut? Gives you that horrid little nagging voice in the back of your head? Or the sudden onset nausea, paranoia, that horrid sprinkle of dread? Do you know sucks?

 Realising that’s it. This is it. That you don’t get a love story, you don’t get to be his somebody, you don’t get that special little part of his brain, or be the one to light him up. You don’t get that look. That look. He won’t look at you like your his world, you won’t weave your way into his conversations, he won’t need you.

Do you know what you get? Do you know what you get, for being genuine, for being honest, for putting your feelings out there?

You get used.

And forgotten.

You bend and you bend and you fucking twist yourself until it hurts. It always hurts. And you stay hanging on, comprising, trying to prise your way back from the edge of a fucking mountain, knowing full well he wouldn’t even think of doing the same.

You don’t even cross his mind.

You lose your dignity. That's the worst part. You grovel and grovel and offer every part of yourself, any part of yourself. He gets everything. But he doesn't want you. Any of you. And knowing its over, knowing there’s nothing fucking left of you give, it’s sickening, truly fucking sickening.

And you’ll cry. 

Oh fucking hell you’ll cry.

You’ll sob your tiny little heart out.

And then you plaster that fake smile back on your face. You forgive him, because what is there to blame him for. What has he actually done? He just doesn't like you.

He doesn't like you.

He doesn't fucking like you.

Why is that so hard to swallow? Pride maybe, but its more than that.

He doesn’t like you. 

So you go back. To the bending, to the breaking. To the reasoning with yourself as you try and figure out exactly what you have to do to get him to care.

Exactly what he wants from you.

To make him want anything at all.

Its a shitshow.

And the thing is, you know you have no right to love him. He’s never going to need you, he's never said that he has. He just slotted perfectly into your life, everything he was is everything you think you need. 

And then, just like that

 you can’t look past him.

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds) - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Ruby’s P.O.V

I was curled up with Zu resting her head on my chest, watching Liam pace up and down the minivan from a small crack between the seats. He had pulled a bucket beside Elise and sat on it, staring at her for a while, before reaching out for her hand. He’d placed a pair of earphones over her head, attached to a small tape cassette, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. Liam took a few deep breaths and I couldn’t tell which he was more afraid of, her staying unconscious or her waking up.

“Elise,” he said, his voice barely audible, pulling the earphones from her gently and just staring. Not at her, he couldn’t look at her, but at her hand, still wrapped in his.

I expected him to make some kind of joke about being shot or him coming to the rescue, but he didn’t. He just said one word.

“Stay.”

The pain in his voice was unmissable, tears welling in his eyes and threatening to spill.

“I know a huge part of your life is forever ruined because of what I did that day and I’m not dumb enough to think that I can fix it…”

He sniffled loudly and brushed a tear harshly from his cheek and placed both hands back on hers.

“… you don’t have to forgive me… I just… I-I-I’m sorry.”

There was a long pause, filled by heavy breathing and sniffling and sighs and suddenly I felt guilty for listening in. But I couldn’t pull myself away.

He nodded at the cassette player and a faint smile flickered across his face.

“Sonata in B minor,” he said, and I swear I’d never heard him speak so quietly “I know, you preferred Beethoven… but…”

He took another huge breath.

“We went on a supply run…weeks ago when we first got…”

More breathing.

“When we first got Betty, and somehow I found our neighbourhood…”

Liam was playing with her fingers, distracting himself, refusing to look at her face.

“An-and it was deserted, I mean completely deserted, so while Chubs was getting food I went to your house.”

Liam’s words were speeding up, merging together as one with panic, still no louder than a whisper.

“And I had to climb up the balcony to get in like I used t-t-to and I totally broke and entered and stole a few photos and I found your Walkman and your earphones and this tape was in it and I-I-I-I didn’t dare change it because we taped over one of those songs for a class project and you were laughing Elise and we sounded so damn young and..”

His words were choked by a sob.

“… Happy.”

His eyes landed on her face and I watched him crumple in front of me, his hand clamping down on his mouth as he tried to compose himself.

“Y-you ’ve got maps in your backpack, I’ve seen them. I don’t know where but if you want me to come with you I will, b-b-but these people are my family okay I can’t leave them… I’ll convince them and we’ll all go together. Just don’t leave again. You can’t leave.”

His whole voice was quivering, breaking on certain words.

“I’ll do whateveryou want. Anything. Just please stay… You’re my homeElise,”

He bit down hard on his lip.

“You’re my home. I don’t care where we are, I just care that you’re not on your own anymore. I know that now. I can’t let you go this time Elise. I will do anythingif you stay.”

His voice strained over the words and then he sighed, letting go of her hands and pulling back.

Oh, Liam.

There was an unbearably long silence.

And when it was over Liam had stopped crying.

“I think about Amy all the time,” he said, his voice a lot stronger now “It always felt like she was my little sister too you know. And I remember the lullaby you used to sing her every time she was in the hospital for weeks.”

Liam brushed his hands against his jeans and then stroked Elise’s cheek.

“I sing it to Zu sometimes, not that I’m much of a singer, but I think it calms me more than it calms her”

He’d never sung since I joined the Black Betty crew but Zu had told me that Liam used to sing her to sleep. To me, it was hard to imagine. But I didn’t need to imagine any more. He was playing with a strand of her, a single curl, wrapping it around his finger and then letting it unravel, again and again and again. And then Liam Stewart did something that was so completely different to the persona I had come to associate with him, that I actually thought I was dreaming.

He started to sing.

“Breath deep, breath clear,

Know that I’m here,

Know that I’m here,

Waitin’.”

It was as if he was whispering the words at first, not exactly singing, his voice only just catching with a melody. But there a small smile that kept passing over his lips every time he hit a bum note.

It was beautiful.

“Stay strong, stay gold,

You don’t have to fear,

You don’t have to fear,

My darlin’”

Liam’s throat was still tight from tears, hoarse from the shouting and fatigue. It seemed wrong to listen to him sing, the way his voice slip over the words, a southern tinge still clinging to them. It only made it more emotional that he wasn’t a singer, every wrong note, every voice crack made it more real, made it more Liam.

“I’ll see you soon,

I’ll see you soon…”

Liam paused for what seemed like an eternity and I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. He was so raw, so vulnerable and he kept stroking Elise’s face as though it was the only think keeping him alive.

Then he took a breath and continue.

“Sleep sound, sleep tight

Don’t worry your mind,

Don’t worry your mind,

Waitin’.

Come close my dear,

You don’t have to fear,

You don’t have to fear,

My darlin’”

Zu was starting to wake up and I could hear her thrash around a little as she rose. Her head bolted up first, over the top of the seats and I was petriefed of Liam seeing her and then stopping. Zu’s eyes flickered down to me, crouching in the darkness and then back to Liam singing.

ShhhI mimed to her, and she ducked down beside me, watching from the same angle instead.

“How could a heart like yours,

Ever love a heart like mine?

How could I live before?

How could I have been so blind?

How could a heart like yours,

Ever love a heart like mine?

How could I live before?

How could I have been so blind?

You opened up my eyes,”

Zu clearly recognised the song but all I could focus on was the was Liam’s hands were trembling as he let go of her and placed his head in his hands.

“You opened up my eyes,

You opened up my eyes,”

He stopped, untangled himself and sighed heavily, looking at Elise fully and shaking his head. It took a few seconds but Liam started to talk again.

‘I know that’s her song, and I know I could’ve, should have, done more to help but-“

Liam never got to finish his sentence.

Because suddenly everybody in that room, even Chubs who had been snoring away, was wide, wide awake.

And it was all about to go downhill from there.

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds) - Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Ruby’s P.O.V

In the end, it was Liam who got the bullet out.

His telekinesis meant that it came out without any need for prodding and poking around in her leg, which was for the better, I don’t think I could have dealt with anymore exposed flesh. Sure, it bled like crazy for a while but Chubs patched her up and she was safe.

Still unconscious, but safe, curled up and tucked under a blanket in what we managed to fashion into a makeshift bed.

Chubs looked drained, Zu a little traumatised but Liam, Liam just looked relieved.

“You’re going to need to tell us who she is,” Chubs said although this time he didn’t sound angered, he sounded genuinely curious.

“Elise Barnett,” he said bluntly.

“After we just saved her ass we’re going to need a bit more than that,” Chubs said. “Liam?”

Liam was looking everywhere except at us, nervous and raking his hand through his hair. I walked beside him and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly because his face seemed to sink further and further with guilt.

This was not a Liam I was familiar with.

“It’s okay,” I said and his eyes locked onto mine “Did you meet her with the League, that’s what we just rescued her from right?”

“No.” he said “Well I mean yes, we did rescue her from the League but I knew her before. As in The Before. She was my best friend.”

His face crumpled in on itself.

“Did they separate you two?” I asked, keeping my voice as soft and gentle as I could, clearly something was troubling.

“No.” Liam said, and before I could ask what had happened then, he answered it for me.

“I don’t want to talk about it,”

And that was the end of that.

“She’s pretty,” Zu whispered after a while.

We’d decided to call it a night and keep Black Betty parked where it was. Chubs was sleeping, I was talking to Zu and Liam was staring at the steering wheel not making a sound  in the front.

“She is,” I agreed smiling, ruffling her hair and watching Zu’s eyes light up “And brave.”

It was true, I looked over to the unconcious girl in front of me in awe. She’d managed to escape from hundreds of guards, League agents, sniffer dogs, whatever they could’ve thrown at her. And she did it all on her own, which was more than what I could’ve managed.

I don’t know whether it was that or the fact that Liam trusted her, but I decided right then to like Elise.

“She’s funny too.”

That time it was Liam, who’d finally moved and was leaned over behind us.

“And smart. And talkative, and kind, and loyal, horrific at dancing ” he added, a faint smile on his lips “And sweet.”

He crouched down beside Zu and pinched her nose, making her giggle.

“She sounds lovely,” I said. I blinked at him and smiled encouraging, hoping I’d get more information about exactly who she was, so I could piece together the puzzle that was Elise. How they met, what was important to her, her favourite colour, anything.

“Yeah well, its been four years. She’s probably a complete stranger to me now.”

Zu got up and excused herself, climbing to snuggle up to a snoring Chubs, clearly sensing the tense atmosphere.

It was just us for a while, staring at Elise.

And then it hit me.

“She died,” I said, realising what had happened for the first time. Her heart had stopped right in front of us “She actually died ”

“Yeah. She did.” Liam said, getting closer to Elise. He sounded exhausted “And you brought her back.”

“Oh no, oh no really Liam, I just did what anybody would do. They used to make us practice CPR when I wa-” I was rambling but he cut me off, his voice quiet and soft.

“Ruby”

“I mean if Elise is important to you then she’s important to me because at then end of the da-”

“Ruby,” he repeated and this time I listened “Thank you,”

“Sit with her,” I said to him eventually , standing on my toes to kiss his cheek “I’m going to be in the front with the others, you should talk to her. Even if she can’t listen”

I walked away and pretended to sleep, nestling under Zu’s arm. I waited until I heard Liam’s footsteps stop and I heard him sit down, before I poked my head up discreetly to see.

I never should have.

Because it was then that I witnessed Liam Stewart completely and utterly fall apart.

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds) - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Liam’s P.O.V

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU JUST HIT HER AROUND THE HEAD!” Ruby screamed from the front of the van, still swerving, trying to outrun the League.

“Chubs! Chubs listen okay! I need you to tell me what I need to do now!” I was trying to be calm.

“WHO THE HELL IS SHE?”

“CHUBS! NOT NOW I NEED HER ALIVE!”

I look over at Elise and her pain throbs in my own gut, deep and warm in the worst possible way.  I had no idea how to help her, how to make it all stop.

“Well if you wanted to save her, giving her concussion probably wasn’t the best idea” Chubs continued.

“SHE CAN’T FEEL ANY PAIN IF SHE’S UNCONCIOUS!” I screamed back at him, glancing at Elise for a split second. Zu was beside her, staring in terror at a puddle of blood that was starting to drip onto the floor.

“YOU CAN’T JUST BRING RANDOM PEOPLE BACK HERE AND EXPECT ME TO CLEAN UP THE DAMA-“

“SHE’S NOT RANDOM!” Ruby yelled “One look at his face tells you that Chubs. Just do something!”

Chubs looked at me for a moment, a question appearing on his lips. He started into my eyes, which were brimming with tears and widened in alarm. His features softened. And then his eyes glowed green.

“Okay! Okay! Zu, shut the doors!”. He’d snapped into action. “LIAM! We’re going to need direct pressure perpendicular to the entry, elevation 95 degrees at least, pressure bandage the area, maybe a tourniquet as a last resort– in that order!”

“In English Chubs!” I shouted back, a warning anger in my voice “You’re not making any sense!”

“Fine! Just let me do it!”

“Ruby! How far away are we from them?” I shouted to the front of the van instead.

“Not far enough!”

She kept driving as blood soaked into Elise’s sleeve, radiating outwards. Chubs stripped the fabric away to show the dark hole puncturing her upper arm. The bullet wound was a mess, as if she’d been hit with two different kinds of weapon at once.

Chubs looked at the wound and narrowed his eyes, panicking and gulping loudly.

Elise was in so much pain her complexion was ashen. Her natural golden skin had sunken in tone to something so lifeless it scared me just to look at it.

I grabbed her hand and laced my fingers through her.

“It’s going to be alright darlin’. You’re going to be fine”

“Hey Chubs,” Ruby tried, her voice softer and calmer than I had been “You’ve got this okay? You’re the smartest person I know. Deep down you know what to do,”

But he stepped away, shaking his head

I threw my hands against the side of the van, punching it harder and harder until my fists ached, until every ounce of frustration was out. It was eating me up inside, the guilt, it felt as though someone had their hand in the pit of my stomach squeezing my organs as hard as they could. I only stopped hammering the side of the van when I saw Zu run up beside her. She was pointing at her chest frantically, slamming her hands against her torso, tears appearing in her eyes. I rush over to Elise, calling her name, giving him a little shake, thinking Zu was trying to say she was waking up.

Only she wasn’t.

She was still prodding at her chest, only more vigorously. She was unresponsive. My fingers fumbled across Elise’s lips.

There was no warm breath.

Suddenly my stomach dropped with dread.

I finally understood what Zu was trying to say. I pressed my ear to her chest as Chubs ran beside me.

“NO!” I screamed, shaking her harder. There was no strong steady beat of a heart, all I could find was silence. I even resorted to slapping her face, but it was no use. Her heart had failed and I was slapping emptiness. “Elise!”

Black Betty juddered and slammed to a halt, propelling us all forwards. I watched Ruby throw herself into the back of the van rushing over to us all.

“I’ve got this!” she yelled “Zu! I need your help!”

She pushed me out of the way and pinches Elise’s nose shut, sending me reeling into hysterics.

“It’s CPR idiot!” She tilted her mouth open and blew air into her lungs, Elise’s chest rising and falling again. This seemed to throw Chubs back into it too, who pushed hard down on Elise’s shoulder, applying so much pressure to her arm wound that the sheet he wraps around her becomes crimson within seconds.

“You need to do the same on the leg wound, okay Liam?” he said to me and I nodded, ripping away at the material and pushing down with all my body weight.

I was back in control of myself.

Ruby started to pump over the spot over Elise’s heart with the heels of her hands and at some point, Chubs must have found a needle and thread, because he had started to stich up the hole in her arm. I watched him turn it over, whilst I pushed harder and harder on her leg, and stitch up the exit wound on the opposite side.

There was so much blood. So much blood.

But things suddenly seemed manageable.

“First bullet wound should be okay!” he says to me and I let out a sigh of relief. “You keep her arm elevated and we’ll swap. Wrap a few bandages around it if you can”

“Not now,” Ruby said, letting go of her “Everybody let go of her and stand back. Zu are you ready?”

Tiny little Zu nodded, throwing her gloves over her shoulder, electricity sparking in her palms. We sprung backwards as she pushed her palms into Elise’s chest and she jolted backwards, the current surging through her. And Elise gave a small cough and I was beside her, sweeping strands of hair back from her forehead. Her lashes fluttered open and her eyes met mine.

She looked confused.

Confused but alive.

“Oh, hi Elise, such a lovely introduction” Chubs said in a tone that was anything but friendly, craning over and glaring at her.

“WHAT THE F-“ She was cut off when Chubs wedged a thick pair of socks into her mouth and got back to work with digging around in the leg wound.

Her screams where muffled at least.

Her eyes had frozen over like the surface of winter puddles, robbed of their usual warmth. I knew she was in pain that whole time, but now that it was visible on her face, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes, I wish it would go away. I knew it was selfish, to not want to physically see her suffer, because she didn’t ask for it. The pain had appeared like a gift she never wanted

“Liam” I think she muttered but it was hard to hear for the material in her mouth. She reached a bloodied, shaking hand towards my cheek and looked at me, properly looked at me.

Then the pain pulled her back under.

Zu had retreated back into a corner and Ruby was helping me wrap her arm up in the closest thing to a bandage we could find.

But Chubs had gone silent. He had gone silent staring at her leg.

“Everything okay Chubs?” I asked calmly.

“There’s erm- there’s no exit wound” he said, looking down at his blood-soaked hands.

“And…”

“And there should be one!” He continued “It means that the bullet must be implanted”

“Okay okay,” I said “Well let’s get it out then. I mean I can do it, you know with my power and I-“

“You don’t want to remove an implanted bullet” Chubs continued as if he hadn’t heard me “It’s almost impossible to find and it might be lodged in a major blood vessel,”

“Fine,” Ruby says, “Then stitch it up with the bullet inside,”

“I can’t do that either. It’s more damage in the long run if we leave it in”

There was a second of silence.

“So we take it out,”

“We can’t take it out Liam! Didn’t you hear me!”

“But we can’t leave it in” Ruby insisted

“Chubs, we can’t do this. Yes or no?” I was pleading in my voice.

“We’ll take it out.” He said, suddenly certain “But you better hope and goddam pray that that bullet isn’t holding isn’t corking up the Niagara Falls of blood loss”

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Chapter 3

Liam’s P.O.V

I’ll never forget the moment that I saw her again.

Screaming.

Clawing.

Rasping.

Crying out in pain.

“I’ve got you! Shit! Shit! I’ve got you!”

I leapt over a fallen log, running to the girl trying to pull herself out of a puddle of her own blood. Her eyes were shadowed by fear as I stepped over her, bracing herself, her gaze not meeting my own face that was laced with panic. She thought I was one of them, she thought I was there to finish her off.

How is this fucking possible?

I had no time to think.

“COME ON!”

I pulled her arm over my shoulder and heard her scream out in pain again, guttural, animalistic, raw. She couldn’t even stand. She couldn’t even speak, just started gargling with a flicker of recognition in her eyes.

“COME ON!” I screamed again, grunting with effort as I pulled her to her feet. Her knees buckled beneath her, but she was upright enough so that I could pull her along with me as I dragged her in the opposite direction from her attacker.  She was trying to run but she had no control over her limbs, red seeping through her jeans. But she was trying, squeezing her eyes shut as I yanked her forwards, as fast as I could back towards safety.

One look at her face and it was painfully obvious.

This was Elise.

And I was about to lose her for good.

She was choking back sobs as I ran messily trying to retrace my steps, begging her not to give up, begging her not to collapse. I was pleading for her to lose consciousness, anything, I needed the shrieking to stop.

“AFTER THEM!” I heard from behind us, not bothering to turn around to see how close the person who yelled it was

Two bullet wounds. At least two I could see. One in the arm, one in the upper thigh. I threw her over my shoulder, with no choice but to ignore her gagging and retching, muffled cries as she buried her head into my shirt. She was trying to keep quiet then I could tell, either that or she was giving up entirely.

“LIAM!”

I heard her through the darkness, with no idea where she was. Ruby, panicked and ridden with confusion, but Ruby’s voice all the same.

“RUBY!” I screamed back, running faster and harder than I had before. Elise was passed out then, I was sure, her whole body had gone limp, no tension left in her muscles. She had to have been passed out. I refused to acknowledge the alternative.

‘LIAM! LIAM! Where are you? What are you doing?”

I took a second to glance behind my shoulder.

FUCK!!!

They were after us, League agents pouring from behind the metal fence like insects swarming from a hive. They weren’t any further than fifty meters behind us and that’s when I knew. If we didn’t do something, if we didn’t do something immediately, they’d have us all.

“HELP ME! RUBY HELP ME!”

“What? What? Who is sh- What’s goi-?”

Her silhouette was suddenly in view, Ruby’s face contorted into a look of pure confusion, still a way in front of me. She stopped running towards me, frozen on the spot, whilst Elise’s blood began to run down me shirt.

I didn’t have time for this.

“HELP ME! YOU’VE GOT TO HELP ME NOW!”

I could feel Elise slipping from my shoulder, eventually falling to the ground.

“COME ON!” I yelled again, scaring Ruby as I tried to shake Elise’s limbs, desperate to pick her back up “COME ON!”

“Why are yo-“

“RUBY I SAID FUCKING HELP ME!”

Her eyes met mine, just for a second, but she must have seen the panic in them because without questioning me, she ragged Elise from the ground and continued to run with her herself.

“You deal with them!” she shouted as she sped further away. “What have you got yourself into?”

I watched her hobble away as I turned to face The League, getting dangerously closer with every passing second. Heavily armed, dogs at their heels, thirty meters at the most. This was fucking insane.

Here goes nothing.

I reached a shaking hand out toward the biggest oak I could see, the closest that I could find.

Twenty-five meters.

My whole body was shaking, half with panic half with strain, as I focused all my energy into one spot, my eyes bright blue and glowing.

Fifteen meters.

Small twigs, branches, leaves swirled around me, everything seemed to come flying except for the thing that I needed. That fucking tree. I grit my teeth, my jaw locking into place. I kept staring, kept pushing the mental barrier in my mind. I knew I was running out of time.

Ten meters.

“COME ON!” I screamed at myself “COME ON!”

The guards where closer now, having to cover their faces to avoid the debris from flying directly into them.

Eight meters.

It was an image of her face. That’s all it took. An image of her Before. Vibrant, curious, alive with bounce and effort. Her curls flowing out behind her, rustled by the breeze, as she stood up tall on her bike, whizzing along that trail. I cycled beside her, mesmerised by her goofy grin, her cheeks pink from the cold. And then I saw the girl I dragged alongside me, limp and clutching onto life.

In that second, I imagined her dead.

And then the tree flew out in front of me.

I never got to know how long that tree held back The League because I was back beside Ruby within a heartbeat. She was running as fast as she could, her eyebrows knitted together with strain, but she was considerably slower lugging Elise’s deadweight. I took over, pulling her now as Black Betty appeared closer and closer.

“You’re okay you’re okay. L-l-look it’s going to be f-fine. Shit! Oh god, you’re going to be just fine!” I was whispering into her hair.

I could just about make out Chubs, his expression warping as he saw us struggle back, seeing the limp body strewn across me. He threw the doors to Betty open and I ran straight inside of them.

“Does anybody want to tell me what THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” Chubs yelled, and I struggled inside, watching Zu back into a corner.

“RUBY! YOU NEED TO DRIVE!” I screamed, clearing a sofa bed beside the Chubs, his eyes bright green and alarmed by the fact that I was sweeping all manners of clutter onto the floor to make room for an unconscious girl.

I heard the engine rumble as we sped away, doors still wide open as we continued to panic.

“Oh shit, oh shit oh shit,” I mumbled under my breath as I tried to analyse her injuries.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”

“Chubs you’re just going to have to trust me. You need to do something!!!

That when Elise’s eyes shot open, terrified, confused, searching for answers. But then they were forced shut again.

Because I hit her over the head hard with a plank of wood.

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds) - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 – Four Years Later

Elise’s P.O.V

Shit!

I was running out of time and I knew it, my heart thumping dangerously fast as I hurtled down the corridor, the floor squeaky as my feet pelted against it. I needed out, and fast. I threw myself into an empty room, slamming the door behind me.

Think fast! Think fast! Think fast!

My eyes took on a familiar green glow as I leapt towards a set of drawers, my muscles screaming as I dragged it in front of the doorway, trying to seal myself inside. It wasn’t enough, it was never going to be enough, and I knew the doors would be flung open within seconds. I would be swarmed by League agents once again.

I backed myself into a corner, panic surging through every vein as I heard the door rattle, clearly being battered from the other side, voices screaming orders over the noise.

It was only a matter of time.

My eyes glanced towards the window. Then at the door. Then back at the window again.

“You’re too smart to think that this door will hold forever,” Cate called from the other side of the door way.

I knew what waited for me if that door was opened, I knew what they wanted from me. I wasn’t going to be their weapon, I didn’t want to fight, I didn’t want to be controlled. I wanted, I needed, to be free. The League had picked me up before the camps could get to me, a little over four years ago, when the world as we knew it first started to disintegrate. At first everything seemed peaceful, a rest bite from the fury around us, offering me safety, a chance to protect my little sister.

But something wasn’t adding up.

After a while I was split from the others, thrust into training, building me into a machine, into a soldier. I was the only one in my family that wasn’t a blue, yet somehow even as a green the Children’s League had taken particular interest in me. Something, to them, was different.

“You’re too smart to think there’s anything left for me here anymore,” I yelled back, knowing what needed to happen next.

“Elise! Don’t you dare!” Cate called as I backed towards the window as if knowing what I was about to do “Elise! Don’t even think about it!”

I picked up a chair and through it against the pane of glass watching it shatter into thousands of fragments.

“Elise! You can’t go! It isn’t safe!”

The door was almost open and I needed to get out. That was the only thing I knew for certain.

“Yeah well,” I laughed coldly “I’ll take my chances!”

I threw my legs out of the window and dropped to the roof bellow with a richoeting thud. I jumped from the low roof, grazing my knees a little as a landed, taking off running as soon as my feet hit the floor.  

“You don’t get it!” I heard Cate scream, appearing at the window, swarmed by League agents “Please! It’s you. It’s not safe for anybody to be around you!”

What the fuck?

I wasn’t sticking around to find out why. Before I could even tell my legs to move I was off, as if running was my default setting. I didn’t think when I ran, my body just propelled me forwards and my brain eventually caught up with it. I was fast, I was light and agile and I practically cut through the air, but I could hear the sound of yelling behind me, the sound of heavy footprints behind, chasing after me, cussing. I picked up the pace and ignored the stinging of my lungs, even though the pain was begging me to stop.

“SHE CAN’T BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE!” I heard a man scream.

“STOP HER!” yelled another “STOP HER! NO MATTER THE COST!”

I had to make it out, I just needed to get to the woods that were painfully close yet far away. Only one barrier was in my way now. The chain link fence was meters in front of me, and within seconds I found myself climbing it, my hands shaking as I struggled to get a hold of the metal.

Get your shit together Elise! Get it together!

I was about halfway up the fence, the guards gaining distance with every second, when I slipped and fell, falling to a heap on the floor again. I had no time to check my injuries, but knew straight away my ankle was twisted, instead having to force myself back up.

“RELEASE THE DOGS! SUBJECT X CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE!”

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

There were hounds snapping at my heels, their mouths foaming and ridden with teeth that would do unimaginable damage to human flesh. This time if I fell, there would be no getting back up. It was then I knew it. They didn’t care if I survived or not, if I was dead or alive. I could not leave.

“Elise! Elise please stop!”

Cate again, but this time I refused to pause. I was at the top, swinging my leg over the barbed wire, careful not to let my pants snag on the spikes.

“CALL IT IN! SOMEBODY CALL IT IN!”

“STOP HER! STOP HER!” “CODE 0! THIS IS A CODE 0!”

I jumped from the top, relief filling every ounce of every muscle as I sprinted away in the opposite direction. Freedom. I was free. Finally, it was within my grasp. I just had to keep going, I had to be far enough from the camp. I allowed myself to look back for a split second, observing the scene I had left behind me. Sirens, flashing lights, heavily armed agents pacing and screaming, all cramped up against the fence. Dogs snarling, alarms blaring, floodlights beating down on the guards as I put more and more distance between me and the League. Yes, I was safe.

I allowed myself a second to turn, to pause and look at my enemy’s enemy, the place that was supposed to be safe but was the furthest thing from it.  The whole institute was in pandemonium.

All of this? For one Green?

I allowed myself a second to look at Dr Cate, pushed up against the fence, her head shaking and her eyes brimmed with tears.

I took a stride of confidence, I took a step back towards the League with a cocky arrogance letting them get a good look at me. A smirk plastered on my face, I stuck both my middle fingers in the air.

And that’s when the bullets ripped into my chest.

Liam’s P.O.V

I swerved the van, leaping from my seat and out of the doors of Black Betty before Chubs could even try to grab me. I tore towards the woods following nothing but a scream. They wouldn’t stop, the screams. The just kept going on and on and on and on and my heart sunk further and further and further. My legs fucking wouldn’t move fast enough, my heart lungs wouldn’t take in enough air. I didn’t care what I was running into, I didn’t care whether Zu or Chubs were following me, I didn’t care if this was elaborate trap trying to lure me in. Because however far away it was, it didn’t matter.

Because I hadn’t heard that scream in four long painful years.

And I couldn’t leave her again.

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds) - Chapter 1

A/N: This chapter is just a little bit of back story for the relationship between Elise and Liam before everything went wrong. I promise the next chapter will have a greater emphasis on action! 

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Chapter 1 – One week before It happened

Elise’s P.O.V

I’d used to think that the universe rewarded people without them even realising. I thought that good things happened to decent people every day, small blessings in disguises, where people forgot to look. I didn’t believe in karma, none of that ‘you get what you give’ crap, but I thought that every person got a handful of tiny miracles to give them just enough hope to get through life unscathed. I thought that it was the universe that gave me Liam Stewart.

It was before the world turned to shit, before everything I knew crumbled around me. No children were dying, no children could bend the rules of reality with powers nobody could comprehend. It was nothing but the blissful simplicity of a normal afternoon.

“Hey Darlin’.”

He was behind me and ruffling my hair, his fingers disturbing my curls as he plonked beside me on the sidewalk.

“Don’t you Darlin’ me,” I teased, but scooted over for him to sit “I have a perfectly good name”

“You love me really Elise” Liam said, pushing my shoulder playfully as he opened a bottle of soda. It took every I had not to splutter.

Love you? You really have no idea.

He grinned at me as I tried and failed to fasten the zip on my jacket. I tried to ignore the wave of warmth hitting me like a tonne of bricks, remembering a time when I wasn’t utterly debilitated by a single smile from Liam Stewart. Your heart isn’t supposed to skip a beat when your best friend smiles, it wasn’t platonic emotions that made my stomach bubble with butterflies.

“You having some trouble there? I thought those things were supposed to be dummy proof” He nodded towards me aggressively ragging the zipper up and down without success and trying to supress his smile as I glared daggers at him

“Has anybody ever told you you’re fucking hilarious Liam” I said in a tone that meant the exact opposite. He guffawed as I pulled it a final time and the whole thing seemed to rip away from the hoodie.

Great.

“Just take mine.” Liam laughed peeling off his own sweatshirt “I’ve seen four-year old’s more competent than you”

“You’re an asshole,” I said but my eyes were laughing, and I pulled it over my shoulders. It still smelt of him, lemon body wash that had lingered on his skin, and I took a deep breath before adding. “By the way I spoke to- “

“Oh, good what did she- “

“She thinks it’s brilliant,”

“Great!” He said before grinning.

A lot of our conversations were like that then, overlapping sentences and half-thoughts and shorthand. I didn’t need to spell out: ‘I spoke to my mom about going on that road trip this summer’ because he already knew. We were by no means psychic, we just tended to sense what the other was going to do next. We were practically attached at the hip and that was perfectly fine by us.

“Oh, and we need to talk about your sister’s- “he said, sipping his drink.

“I know. I thought we could go from- “

“You just read my mind!”

Again: we didn’t need to spell out that he was going to help me pick out party supplies with me for my two younger siblings birthday and how we could go straight on from his football practice. We both already knew. Just like I knew he was going to rake his hand through his hair.

He raked his hands through his hair.

Just like I knew he was going to comment about me stealing all his clothes.

“Do you ever wear anything of your own?” But I knew he was going to call me cute almost immediately. Platonically.

“You are fucking cute though”

And then take it back

“Don’t go thinking your special though”

And then because Liam Stewart was the Liam Stewart I grew up with and was secretly in love with I knew he was going to hug me.

“Shall we assume The Position?”

He loops his arm around my shoulder and I bend into him, allowing myself to slump against his chest. It’s the same position we’d contorted ourselves into since we were seven years old, even in the summer when I was half a foot taller than him. The Position. It was the kind of hug that meant ‘Life is great’and it was. Life was normal, just the same as it had always been. Just like Liam was the same Liam he had always been, chewing on the inside of this lip like he did sometimes when his mind was drifting. I knew then that was going to ask me a question.

“Do you think it’ll be like this forever?”

Not what I was expecting. I thought he was going to ask me something meaningless, something dull, like whether I’d let him copy my physics homework because he’d falling asleep watching cartoon again. Not that.

“What?” I said, shuffling away from him

“Us. Do you think we’ll always be thisforever?”

What the hell is this? Our friendship? Youth? Lack of complication? I was momentarily speechless. I didn’t have an answer, he’d thrown me a curveball. Obviously, I wanted more, I was in love with the boy, but did I want to trade my solid sturdy friendship for a risk that huge.

No. No I didn’t

“Do you want us to be?” I managed in the end, not really sure what answer I wanted. Liam looked back at me with a strange intensity.

“I think,” he said “Thisis pretty goddamn golden darling’”

Then my mom called me back into the house and I forced myself up from the sidewalk. I waved Liam goodnight and we swore at each affectionately, saluting as we walked into houses opposite each other. We were completely unaware that we were nearing the end of predictability, of normal.

The world was going to go to shit. But first enigmatic, kind, brilliant Liam Stewart would break my heart.

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What Have You Done? - Masterlist (The Darkest Minds)

Hello Hello Hello…. here are all the chapters I have currently written for my Liam Stewart x OC work ‘What Have You Done?’. Enjoy!!

Intro /// Chapter 1 //

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds)

A/N: Guess what! I’m starting a series based on one of my favourite book collections of all times!!! This is my first time putting my writing out there so I would love any advice or critiques you guys could give me.

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Introduction:

I wouldn’t hold my breath if I was you You broke my heart and there’s nothing you can do And now you know, now you know True friends stab you in the front’

Liam broke Elise’s heart by accident, long before the world started to go insane, long before they realised they had powers that could destroy every barrier they had ever known. He did the unthinkable: he left. And then the world went to shit. Elise spends four years battling alone, without her friend, without her home, with raw animalistic survival as the only motivation for her to keep living in a world out to destroy her.

Those four years are over.

Can young love blossom from heartache; Liam will do everything he can to protect the fierce yet broken girl he has grown to adore. When smoke and mirrors become a teenagers reality they must rely on an unconditional trust neither knew they had for each other to make it out alive.

One wrong move and they will pay the ultimate price.

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Okay okayokay.... I get it guys I’ve been very unreliable but guess what?? This bitch is writing the last paragraph of a new imagine and I’m going to post it tonight!!!

This time I mean it.... I’m back for good! xx