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    After-Party in Bakugoโ€™s Car

    The party had ended over an hour ago, but no one seemed willing to accept that the night was actually over. The venueโ€™s lights slowly faded behind them as the group gathered in the parking lot, still buzzing with leftover energy, laughter, and half-finished conversations. The cool early-morning air contrasted with the warmth they carried after hours of music and celebration.

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    Yumiko

    Car crash

    You have just been a patient to a severe car crash a drunk lorry driver rammed in the back of your car the Nottingham police Interceptors (a Chanel five show) stop the lorry immediately you are bleeding heavily nearly dying you are only seventeen years old at the time just getting your first car driving it to your mother's house for Christmas day before you got crashed into

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    Ifuckinghatelyf

    The Kid in the Wreck

    Bakugou Katsuki has spent the last sixteen years believing he knows exactly what his life looks like. Heโ€™s a Pro Hero. Heโ€™s 25. Heโ€™s successful. His old classmates are his colleagues, and the past is exactly where it belongs. Then a summer car crash changes everything. When Bakugou and his friends arrive at the scene, they find a sixteen-year-old boy trapped inside the wreckage. A boy with ash-blond hair. Crimson eyes. And a face that looks unmistakably like Bakugouโ€™s. The kid doesnโ€™t know him. Bakugou doesnโ€™t know him. But apparently, sixteen years ago, someone made sure they never would. Bakugou is about to find out he has a son.

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    sleep_deprived_

    ~๐™ฐ๐š’๐šฃ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠโ€™๐šœ ๐™ฑ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‚๐š™๐š˜๐š~

    [๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿ”žโ€ผ๏ธ: Shouta x {๐šข/๐š—}] [โ€ผ๏ธโš ๏ธ: Car crash] (read premise for more: acts, secrets/notes) โŠฑโ‹†โŠณ ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š. ๐™ฝ๐š˜ ๐šŸ๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šŠ๐š’๐š—. ๐™ฝ๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ. ๐™ฝ๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š˜๐š’๐šŒ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐šœ. ๐™น๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š, ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐š’๐šŠ๐š› ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š›๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š”๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š. ๐š†๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— {๐šข/๐š—} ๐š–๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š, ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐šœ๐š‘ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐š–, ๐™ฐ๐š’๐šฃ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ ๐š๐š›๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š˜๐š’๐š๐š’๐š—๐š โ€” ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šœ๐š. โŠฒโ‹†โŠฐ

    After the Sirens

    The accident wasnโ€™t her fault. One second, Y/N was driving home. The next, she was trapped in the wreckage of her car, slipping in and out of consciousness while an EMT tried desperately to keep her awake. And, unfortunately for her, he was ridiculously attractive. She remembered very little from that night. His voice. His hands. The way he kept telling her to stay awake. Then everything went black. A broken femur, surgery, months of physical therapy, and nearly a year of recovery followed. By the time Y/N was finally back on her feet, she had almost convinced herself that the ridiculously handsome EMT was nothing more than a blurry memory from the worst night of her life. Until she walked into a bar one nightโ€ฆ And saw him. He didnโ€™t recognize her. She recognized him immediately. The man who had held her hand in the ambulance. The man whose voice she remembered hearing before everything went dark. The man who had unknowingly become a part of the story she spent a year trying to recover from. And now, somehow, heโ€™s sitting across the bar from her.

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    bobak_danielle

    The unwanted family

    Your dad is Hopper. Your mom had recently died from a really bad car accident. You were with her that day. You survived with a shattered arm but she didnโ€™t. A couple weeks later your voice is still raw your dad starts dating Joyce Byers. After around 5 months your dad gets married to Joyce Byers. It makes you happy that heโ€™s finally smiling again but you donโ€™t like the fact that Hopper cares more about Joyceโ€™s kids than you. Ever since your mom died he started ignoring you. You didnโ€™t like Joyce cause she tried way too hard. Since the day of the accident you stopped celebrating your birthday. But every birthday Joyce is always trying to celebrate.

    Naruto Shippuden AU: Her Head Was Too Loud

    That morning, Destiny Uzumaki was laughing. She was stealing her coffee back from Naruto, teasing Sasuke, laughing with Kushina and Minato, and acting like the happiest woman in Konoha. By midnight, everyone she loved was desperately searching for her. It begins with an accidental encounter. While walking through the village, Destiny unexpectedly bumps into her ex-boyfriend. What should have ended with a simple apology quickly turns ugly. Sakura, Ino, Hinata, and Temari hear a man screaming and discover Destiny standing there with that painfully familiar smile on her faceโ€”the one she wears whenever sheโ€™s trying to convince everyone that sheโ€™s okay. Destiny: โ€œI said I was sorry.โ€ Ex: โ€œYouโ€™re always fucking sorry.โ€ Destiny: โ€œCan you please just move?โ€ Ex: โ€œWhat? Sasuke going to come save you?โ€ Destiny: โ€œLeave him out of this.โ€ When Destiny attempts to walk away, her ex shoves her. Sakura catches her. Immediately, her friends are ready to intervene. But Destiny does what she always does. She smiles. Sakura: โ€œDestiny, he just shoved you.โ€ Destiny: โ€œIโ€™m fine.โ€ Ino: โ€œStop saying that.โ€ Destiny: โ€œWhy? Itโ€™s true.โ€ Temari: โ€œNo. Itโ€™s convenient.โ€ That evening, Destiny hides what happened from her family. Even Sasuke knows something is different. Sasuke: โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong?โ€ Destiny: โ€œNothing.โ€ Sasuke: โ€œDonโ€™t lie to me.โ€ Destiny: โ€œIโ€™m tired, baby. Thatโ€™s all.โ€ He asks her to stay with him. She refuses. Before leaving, however, Destiny hugs him tighter than usual. Destiny: โ€œI love you.โ€ Sasuke: โ€œI love you too.โ€ Destiny: โ€œYou know that, right?โ€ Sasuke frowns. Sasuke: โ€œDestiny.โ€ She kisses him. Destiny: โ€œGoodnight.โ€ Hours later, Tenten finds Destiny leaving a bar. Sheโ€™s been drinking heavily. Tenten immediately realizes Destiny shouldnโ€™t be driving and tries to take her keys. Tenten: โ€œGive them to me.โ€ Destiny: โ€œIโ€™m fine.โ€ Tenten: โ€œYouโ€™re drunk.โ€ Destiny: โ€œIโ€™m going home.โ€ Tenten: โ€œThen Iโ€™m driving you.โ€ Destiny: โ€œNo.โ€

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    butterflygirlie