#I can alr see everyone nodding their heads and rolling their eyes

[seriesxwriting]

hey pookie

One I want to say I love the vibe of your page, its so aesthetically pleasing

anywayy I wanted to request something for Theo. Maybe the reader and him are alr close friends or dating and one of them gets hurt during a battle with the pack. Honestly just any hurt/comfort in desperate for Theo anything really

Love youuu -🪼

Aw thank you so much, it’s great to hear you like it on my page, means so much!! Thank you for the request <33

He’s such a flirt

Series- Teen wolf

Paring- Theo raeken

Summary- request! Scott wants to irradiate the dread doctors but the fight isn’t as easy as he once thought. And Theo gets pretty hurt saving you in the battle. So you have to look after him, right?

Warnings- Fighting, kissing, sexual references, injuries.

I opened the door to Scott’s house, preparing mentally for whatever he was about to ask us to do. A car engine appeared behind me and I turned to see who was showing up even later than me. Of course. It was Theo. I watched him climb out of his car and look up at me. It was dark but when he finally realised it was me he threw me his famous smirk.

“It’s not like you to show up late” he chuckled to himself. “I have an excuse, you live in your car you don’t” I laughed shaking my head. God he was gorgeous. He stopped on the step next to me, so close that my body was tingling. “So what is your excuse” he asked me in a hushed tone. His voice gave me goosebumps.

“I was in the shower, I didn’t see the text” I told him, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear shyly. “Hm” he nodded “now I’ve got to go into this meeting thinking about you in the shower” he whispered before bouncing off the step and into the house. My heart pounded against my chest as a smile formed on my face. He was such a flirt. I held my breath and walked into the meeting, pretending that my body wasn’t on fire.

Theo was always flirting with me. I didn’t know if any of it was genuine because he never actually made a move. But if he did I would give in. He was everything I wanted. I walked through the hall way to the living room seeing everyone bar Scott sat down. I made eye contact with Theo who winked at me. “Are you okay?” Lydia asked me gently. “Yeah- yeah- are you guys?” I questioned as I felt the atmosphere being a little frosty.

“Malia found the base” Scott told me sternly, with no hint of emotion other than his seriousness. That’s what made him a leader. “Of the dread doctors?” I swallowed even though I knew the answer. “Mmh” she nodded looking at me. “We’re going tonight huh?” I raised an eyebrow taking a seat next to stiles as it was the closest to the door. “Yeah, we were just waiting for you- now everyone’s here” Scott nodded putting his hands on his hips.

“I’m ready when you are” I nodded feeling my stomach drop. I wasn’t scared for myself but for the pack. I didn’t wanna see anyone in this room get hurt. “Great, stiles I’m going with you, everyone can follow” malia jumped up putting her hands on her hips. Stiles looked across at Lydia. She smiled weakly but didn’t give away too much. “Okay” he got up and with that everyone else followed. As we trailed out the door I felt a hand on my hip.

I swung around before realising it was Theo. “Woah” he laughed putting it back on my back. “You coming with me?” “Hm no- you can come with me” “don’t trust my driving?” He joked as we began walking towards the cars. “It’s not that, do you not trust mine?” “I never said that, What is it then?” He questioned raising an eyebrow.

“You won’t like my answer, get in princess” I pointed at his passenger side door. “I kinda wanna know the answer now” he jumped in next to me. I rolled my head to the side while starting the car up. “Is it because I’m currently sleeping in my car”. I took a deep breath before nodding. “It upsets me- no one should have to do that” I shook my head while carefully following Malia and stiles in front. “I don’t really have a choice y/n” he admitted chewing on his lip.

“I’ve given you a choice before, you turned my offer down” I reminded him shaking my head again. “I don’t want pity” “it’s not like that Theo- I just think you deserve better- you weren’t dealt a great hand that’s all” I admitted nervously swallowing. “Of all people I don’t want you to see me that way” he softly told me reaching over and putting his hand on my thigh as I drove.

“It’ll get better Theo” I told him as we came to a stop. He didn’t really know what to say and neither did I so i just got out the car. He followed a few seconds after and malia had made her way over to me. “It’s just under there” she whispered, stiles and Theo now had joined our huddle and the rest were parking up behind us.

“Are you ready for this?” Scott asked as he got out the car. “Yeah” I replied but I felt my hands sweating as I lied through my teeth. Everyone else seemed to buy it. But Theo’s eyes lingered on me as if to say I can see right through you. “Let’s go then” Liam nodded towards the entrance. Everyone else strode ahead of me, I didn’t move and took a few deep breaths. I knew this was going to be messy. Theo turned around looking for me. He walked back and took my hand.

“You don’t think I’d let anything happen to you do you” he whispered looking me in my eyes. I bit my lip “that’s not what I’m worried about” I whispered walking off towards the entrance. If I’d stayed there looking into his gorgeous eyes any longer we wouldn’t have made it into the fight. Theo ran to catch up with me and we entered the base. I saw Liam lunge across the steps towards this huge thing covered in metal and pipes. And that’s where the fight began.

The rest of the group ran to join in and that was my queue. I looked back to find Theo as he came through the door but as I did one of the doctors had appeared behind me. “Y/n!” Theo shouted. He jumped tackling the doctor off the second floor and onto the bottom. It landed on top of Theo. I watched it all happen in slow motion. My heart dropped as this thing punched him. Theo managed to get it off him, but not for long, it was back on him while I ran down the stairs.

I tried to make it to Theo but another one came out of nowhere and threw me to the wall. My back smashed against the concrete and I slid down the wall to the cold floor. I took a second to get my breath back but I didn’t have any longer. Jumping up, my anger retracted my claws out my fingers. I ran towards this so called doctor. My foot landed perfectly in the middle of his face but because of all his armour he didn’t get very far.

Not as far as I went. But it was far enough for me to get to theo. His face was red stained with blood but he was up on his feet now. These things were impossible to fight, they were covered from head to toe, protected. We weren’t. And I think everyone was starting to realised we couldn’t win like this. Theo was thrown to the floor again, in that moment I began running. I jumped on the back of the dread doctor discombobulating him for a second.

“Y/n” Theo croaked shaking his head and trying to stand back up. His legs were shaky but he managed, striding towards us he threw punches at this things. His eyes glowing yellow. The dread doctor blocked some shot but Theo landed some. I was punching and clawing at its head but yet not much damage was inflicted. In that moment I heard Scott shouting “retreat”. Over and over again. Getting distracted the doctor threw me off his back onto the floor.

I grunted as I landed, the room spun for a few seconds. But what confused me the most is as we were leaving the doctors just- let us. They stopped attacking and stop there- just watching. They knew how powerful they were. “Come on” Theo whispered grabbing my hand but watching his back. It hurt me to look at how hurt he was. I got up but clutched Theo’s hand tightly as we made our way up the stairs. Everyone was evidently confused about what was going on, but they let us leave.

Once everyone was out the door we could look around and see the damage. Theo definitely looked the worst, but I wasn’t surprised due to the hight he fell from. “That was- a terrible idea- I’m so sorry guys” Scott told everyone while panting. “We had to try” malia shook her head. “Yeah don’t apologise” Liam voiced patting Scott on the back. “I’ll um- see you lot tomorrow go home and get some rest” he answered walking away from the group with a guilty look on his face. Everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

Theo came back to my car with me, not much was said, it was pretty silent. Nothing was needed to be said though. I got driving and about five minutes later is when the first words were spoken. “This isn’t the way to my car” Theo told me looking my way. “It’s the way to my house” I answered slowly coming to a stop. “Why are we here” “because you’re staying here” I replied authoritatively. Theo blinked looking up at my house but then shook his head.

“Y/n…” “…No Theo- you’re hurt- you’re not going to be on your own in your car, you’re going to let me help you” I ordered looking directly at his bloody face. “I don’t know how to do this y/n- I’m not used to people offering to help me” “yeah well I want to and you’re gonna let me” I nodded not backing down from this conversation. Not letting him be on his own. “Why- why do you want to help me, I don’t mean anything y/n”. My heart sank into my stomach. I hated when he put himself down.

“You mean a hell of a lot to me Theo” I sighed getting out of the car. It took a second but he got out too. “What’s that even mean y/n” he called out to me from behind. I took a deep breath looking up at the sky. I was really about to do it. I turned around in the same spot making eye contact with him. He didn’t say anything and neither did I. I darted towards him, briskly sliding my hands up his neck and to the back of his head pulling him down to meet me.

He adjusted quickly, as if he was thinking about doing the same thing. His hands found my waist and he pulled me closer. The soft kiss began to speed up to the point where I needed to pull away. If I hadn’t then i wouldn’t have at all. “I like you Theo- let me help you”, he shook his head slightly as if in shock. “Y/n” he began softly “you know you’re too good for me” he whispered before kissing my forehead. He tried taking a step back but I took his hand and pulled him back to my body.

“That wasn’t an answer”. Theo sighed looking up at the sky. “Of course I like you princess” he told me slowly, looking deep into my eyes. “Then I’m telling you I want you- and I want you to come inside” I whispered holding his hurt face in my soft hands. “Okay” he finally agreed nodding his head. “Okay” I smiled intertwining my hand and his walking to the front door. I let us in and we went up to my room. I cleaned Theo’s wounds gently even though he didn’t flinch once. He obviously was used to injury like this.

Then he showered and I followed before we both got into bed together. I let out a deep sigh of relief as I laid my head on his chest. Theo wrapped me up in his arms and kissed the top of my head. “Are you okay?” I whispered to him in the darkness. “I’ve literally never been better y/n” he chuckled squeezing me quickly. “You know Theo, I see how special you are- I dunno how others don’t but I do, I see good I see someone who’s worth protecting and putting time and effort into” I told him.

“God you’re so perfect” he replied. His voice sounded weak, as if he was about to cry. But then again no one had ever said those words to him before. “Good night Theo” I smiled against his chest. “Good night princess”.

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[tinyidle]

Alr I've thought about this a lot: Dom Yuqi x Fem reader smut fic (Yuqi is g!p only if your comfortable with it) where R is a former stylist and is now manager for G-idle and during a concert, (can't decide between Nxde era or Tomboy era so your pick) there's a wardrobe malfunction with Yuqi's outfit and all stylists already left so R has to help her and Yuqi seduces her and it ends with the members going where tf are they and they see both of them and realize what actually went down cus it sure as hell wasn't R helping Yuqi (not in that way at least ;) )

(Also R calling Yuqi mommy bcs she is and no one can tell me otherwise)

degradation kink if possible

word goal: 1000

goal accomplished?: yupp; 1.3 k

😁😁

I Just Know You Did This On Purpose - SYQ

WARNING: smut ofc, public-ish sex (they sort of get caught), begging, inappropriate horniness, mommy kink, praising degradation bratty!yuqi, switchdom!yuqi, g!p yuqi, b!g d¡ck gigi all my 'characters' with d*cks will never have small ones, bratty-yet-compliant reader, switchsub!reader, fem reader, fiction

it was the 'tomboy' promotions, the first comeback they had in over a year, yet (g)i-dle were being warmly welcomed by all the loving support from fans and idol counterparts alike. you especially liked it since you get to see your girlfriend in action while in korea, not just china.

they had tons of gigs and shows to do, and were to have a world tour soon. what you loved about all this was that you were managing the entirety of their schedules, making sure they got adequate rest and had tons of fun while practicing and performing.

in one college concert, the staff were running back and forth for yuqi-- specifically the stylists. one by one each one was leaving for their lunch break, while one was particularly struggling with the costume piece.

"ugh! i cant find shorts that'll fix this problem," you heard one of the stylists exclaim. you were about to walk over to ask what the problem was until you saw the stylists towards you. "can you please help us with this problem, sunbaenim?" you nodded and headed towards yuqi.

checking to see what the problem was, you asked the rest of the members and staff to clear the room. "i can handle this, but i need everyone to leave and go to the practice stage and monitor the girls as they dance to make sure their clothes don't malfunction. got it?"

idle and the staff politely agreed, bowed, and left to do practice. when the room was silent with only the two of you, you kneeled down. "okay, let's see what's the pro-

-blem," you rolled your eyes.

what made you and the stylists concerned was literally nothing more than a yuqi-problem than an actual wardrobe malfunction.

your girlfriend was horny.

unfortunately, when the brightly-colored haired girl got hard, her bulge would be all but unnoticeable. and no other place would be appropriate for her to be having thoughts to encourage her current wood than here, but alas, here it was, straining against her jeans.

you frowned and began to scold the taller woman. "how the fuck am i supposed to get this fixed before your stage?" as you felt a hand come and caress your face, you quickly swatted it away. "not now gigi," you warned.

yuqi pouted as you snorted at your cockblocking your girlfriend. "pleaseee," she tried pleading with you. "i need my baby in order for this to go away."

you weren't having it. "go rub one off and then ill see you later." you got up and attempted to head out the door. until you found out it was locked. you turned around and saw yuqi's pants to her knees, panties also down; her thick, long shaft slightly swinging back and forth like a pendulum. "did you-"

"i told shuhua to lock the door on the way out," yuqi explained. with a stretch of her hand and a curl of her finger, she motioned you to 'come hither', or, in layman's terms, come towards her. there was no way you could get out of this now, so you decide to heed to the action and, well, hither.

"you know that my cock's too big to 'rub one off,'" yuqi quoted you mockingly with air quotes as you scoffed. "besides, the only thing that get me off is your, tight, warm pussy."

you, getting instantly turned on by yuqi's expletive seduction, tried hard to not show it. but it failed because you found yourself kneeling down, pumping yuqi's aching cock.

"mmh, just like that, sweetie," she praised you. "stroke it just like that. my perfect whore." you were swift yet precise: not a crevice of skin was left untouched, the base was given as much care as the meaty tip, and your hands felt like baby's skin to yuqi.

she was soon to bust on your face if you didn't put it in your mouth. "put my dick in your mouth, sweetie," yuqi instructed you. and so you did. at first you struggled to get her girth in, but with tons of practice (which is what the chinese woman should have been doing with her members at the moment), you were deepthroating her within the one minute it took for yuqi to lose it and nut in your tight mouth.

as you pumped yuqi back to full hardness, yuqi whined. "let me taste you," yuqi begged, her hands going up and down your smooth legs through your tight-fitted jeans..

"oh no, yuqi. i gave you a blowjob; that's all you're getting from me." and yet, here you are now, bent over while yuqi was equally bent over your backside. she held each side of your ass cheeks, spreading them open to plunge her tongue deeper into your fluttering hole. you found yourself whimpering when you felt a manicured finger glide unto your clit and started rubbing small circles.

"s-ss-shit," you gasped, your essence pouring out of you as yuqi started kissing around your cunt and under-part of your thighs. after gaining your breath back, you turned your head around to look at your girlfriend who was still kissing you all over your bottom. "im done, gigi. now let's get you ready to practice. you only have about ten more minutes before- HEY!"

the woman wasn't having any of it, pushing you back down and putting your hands behind your back, securing it with her own two hands. "no way, sweetie," she said smugly, letting one hand go to hold her still-hard cock, rubbing it along your slit. "i need you. all of you."

you felt the surge of her dick into your hole, making you moan louder than you wanted. you did your best to whisper, "you planned this all along, did you?" instead of getting an immediate answer, you got to hear the frantic and pacing thrusts of yuqi into you, which made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

your girlfriend chuckled as she was hearing you fall apart for her. "maybe it was, maybe it wasn't," she finally answered, right when your mouth started quivering at your impending orgasm. "but it's worth it if i get to stuff you full, isn't it?"

using one of her hands again, she went to rub your clit, lowering her mouth down to suck marks into your skin. you started panting heavily. yuqi started to breathe heavily too, nearing her release, but she needed you to break first. "look at my perfect whore, all worked up because of my cock," she degraded towards you. you started whining. "aw, is she getting impatient? maybe you should beg for what you want."

as much as you wanted to scoff and tell the woman to 'fuck off', you couldn't take how your bud was being abused by her skillful slim fingers. not to mention her huge cock practically pounding in your hole. you decided to put your pride to the side and break. "please, mommy. please let me cum! i need it," you cried.

with a smile and a couple of angled thrusts, yuqi was satisfied. "good job, baby. now cum for mommy like the perfect whore you are."

..

by the time it was time to get ready for the show, the girls didn't see yuqi and was worried.

"shuhua, go get yuqi, please," soyeon instructed the maknae. bowing slightly, she practically ran to the dressing room, stunned to see both you and yuqi looking as if you were getting dressed.

when yuqi was about to explain herself, shuhua just put her hand up while closing her eyes. "it doesn't matter," she said, her eyes squeezing tight. "just get ready. we're all waiting for you."

both of you laughing, yuqi nodded and went outside. you, on the other hand, had to head to the bathroom as you felt your girlfriend's cum soaking through your panties.

might as well have titled it "perfect whore" or simply "no" lol. hopefully this gives anon what they wanted

[seokmins]

[finelinevogue]

Thanks can you write something about one of the kids getting hate online from jealous people and how it affects them and what Harry and Y/N do

hello!! so this one is going to be about isabelle getting hate (😔), which you will find out why. i’m also changing the age gaps between them because it’s so hard to write with larger age gaps. so here isabelle is 16, felix is 19 and oli is 21!!

“Mum!”

You had been busy ironing the clothes downstairs, whilst watching ‘Call the Midwife’ on the TV, when you heard Felix shouting you from upstairs.

“What?” You shouted back, moving from the lounge to the bottom of the stairs to hear better.

“I think you should see this.”

When your children say things like this you either roll your eyes when you find out they wanted to show you a meme, or panic because some rumour has been spread all over the internet of them.

“Just hang on a minute!” Your attention diverted to the front door being opened harshly. Everyone else was already home but Belle, so it must’ve been her. It was a Wednesday today and Belle always had study group in the library after-school on a Wednesday, although today she was back a little earlier than normal.

You moved the latch off the porch door and opened it to welcome Belle home, watching as she threw off her high-top converse aggressively.

“Hiya love, you alr—” You didn’t get to finish before you saw that her eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down her face like a cascading waterfall. Her mascara was smudged and made it look like she hadn’t slept for weeks. “Woah, hey, Belle?”

Belle didn’t listen to you though, instead she stormed past and ran up the stairs and a minute later you heard her bedroom door slam shut.

What the fuck was that about?

“Minute too late mum!” Felix shouted again, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. However, it did confirm that something had happened to Belle on social media or over the internet and you had to get Harry on top of this now.

You walked down the stairs, into your basement - which Harry had converted into a sound-proof studio - and saw him sat with a guitar on his lap and pencil between his teeth, playing around with chords on repeat.

“Babe?” You knocked on the door as you spoke, Harry looking up from where he was sat to you and smiling as bright as ever.

“You alright love?” He asked sweetly, taking the pencil out of his mouth first.

“I am yeah, but Belle’s just come home crying and shut herself in her room.” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to work through everything that had happened and wondering whether you’d done something or not done something.

Harry instantly got to his feet, putting everything down so that he could come over to you. He placed his warm hands on your cheeks and kissed your lips once just because, “I know what you’re thinking, so stop it. Something’s probably happened at school. Let me go talk to her, okay?” You nodded in agreement and sighed in thanks.

Belle had always been more of a daddy’s girl than a mommy’s girl, and that was okay. It just meant that she was more open to her feelings and her heart with her dad than you, not to say she never talked to you about things like that. Harry always filled you in on things, though, and would prompt you to talk to her if he thought extremely necessary. Belle liked to work things out by herself normally, not liking to be a burden to anyone - a lot like you actually.

Harry walked out of the room and climbed the stairs two at a time until he made it outside Belle’s room. He knocked before entering, but Belle made no sound for him to enter.

“Belles?” Harry asked softly, shutting the door and walking over to her bed which she was curled up on. She had obviously flopped on the bed and began crying, because there was no sign of effort to get under the covers or get comfortable.

“D-dad?” She mumbled roughly, her choked sobs holding her back.

“Yes sweetheart, i’m here.” Harry sat down on the edge of her bed and sat their patiently. He didn’t want to invade her space or make her feel claustrophobic, so he waited for her to come to him and that didn’t take long. She sprang up and hugged him with her head buried against her dad’s chest, sobbing so violently that Harry’s heart cracked in two. He hated to see his baby cry. It was his biggest weakness.

Belle made an attempt to speak but Harry couldn’t understand due to the shear heaviness of her cries.

“Belles, y’gotta calm down for me, my heart. Gotta breathe it out before you make yourself sick.” He smoothed his hand over the back of her hair, like he’d always done. Her breathing ever-so-slowly coming back down to a normal and healthy pace. “That’s it, thank you.” He kissed the top of her head and held her tightly still.

“Dad?” She shakily started.

“Yes love.”

“Do y-you know?” She sat up so she could face her dad, bur Harry didn’t let his hands leave hers.

“Know what, sweetheart?”

Harry genuinely didn’t know and Belle could see that in his honest, kind, eyes.

“T-that…” Belle started tearing up again, her bottom lip wobbling like sailors legs.

“Hey, calm down. You’re okay. Breathe and then talk to me, okay?” Harry ordered her, not caring if this took all night. He was here for his baby girl whenever and wherever, no exceptions. If she didn’t ever tell him, that was okay as long as he helped her build up her happiness again. A few deep breaths later and she was feeling more comfortable.

“I..,” she paused momentarily to collect her words before letting them flow out beautifully, “i’m gay dad.”

Warmth spread through Harry’s heart as if he were torch that’d just been set alight. He could only put the way he felt into one word; proud. He was so proud that his daughter was turning into the loving and open and beautiful woman she was always born to be. He was also just so happy that she had the confidence in him to tell him something so important to her.

“I’m so proud of you, Belle.”

“Really?” She sounded surprised, which made Harry take a step back in confusion.

“Yes of course,” Harry squeezed her hand just a little tighter, “have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?”

“No.”

“Then where’s this doubt coming from hey?”

Belle began to cry again at his question.

“T-the media found out and i-it’s been published everywhere a-and I w-was worried I wouldn’t b-be able to tell you myself b-before they could. They’re being s-so rude too.” Her cries broke Harry all over again. As much as he was proud of her for coming out so bravely, he was incredibly pissed off that the media thought it was there business to pass around before Belle was even comfortable admitting it first. It’s Belle’s right to come out when she wants and how she wants and Harry could understand how frustrating and upsetting that must be to have it all taken away. He had to keep calm for Belle though, pulling her back into his chest to hold her safely.

“What are they saying?”

Anger bubbled through Harry’s veins as she began to speak.

“That i’m only gay to promote the values you stand for or that you’ll be disappointed that not all your children are straight.”

Harry’s fingers curled at her words, not understanding how much of a low-life you have to be to genuinely type and publish these things about a child, let alone his child. He was furious and he was going to burn - metaphorically - the people responsible for this abuse.

“How did they find out?”

Instead of her saying anything she pulled up a picture of the article online - released by ‘The Sun’ unsurprisingly as they were the worst for paparazzi stalking - and it all started to piece together.

The article headlined a picture of Belle and another girl, kissing outside of school. The study group mustn’t have been exclusively studying. Harry didn’t focus on the shitty article, he instead focused on how the smile on Belle’s face was the widest he’d ever seen.

“You look very happy.” Harry tried to make light of the situation for his daughter.

“I am. They make me very happy.” Belle blushed and Harry caught on.

“And they’re called?”

“Megan.”

“Megan,” Harry repeated the name, getting a feel for the way it sounded for future use, “well they seem lovely.”

“Dad you’ve only seen them through a picture of us kissing.” Belle rolled her eyes and Harry reached out to dab the tears away, not minding that his sleeve was becoming heavily damp.

“Shut up you,” he laughed causing a smile to leap onto Belles face too, “do we get to meet them?”

“Hopefully,” Belle smiles, before looking down to her lap with furrowed brows, “that is, if they still like me after this whole media shambles.” Belle let out a breathe of shaky air and Harry caught her anxiety before she could let herself run off with it.

“Let me take care of that, don’t worry yourself over it, okay?” Belle nodded.

“Do I have to make like a statement or anything?”

“You do whatever you want to, Belles, and i’ll love you no matter what.”

And with that Harry left the room, a smile on his face for feeling like the proudest most happiest parent on the planet. It only lasted a few minutes though, because now it was time to make some phone calls and sue a few people.

[disasterlesbiansunite]

Just Two Things: A Young Royals Fix-It Fic

His mama had stood over him as she began talking. Wilhelm could hardly focus; the vision of the video (his video, his and Simon’s video, the video of Simon) burned into his brain on a constant loop. She hadn't asked him if he was alright, not yet, but he had stopped expecting her to early on in life. Duty first, he guessed, as usual. She pulled away and off the bed, rattled off the words about the interview he’ll do to protect the royal family et cetera, et cetera.

“I don’t want you to see Simon for the time being,” she said, and he glanced up, suddenly feeling like his world is fell away underneath him. He wished Erik were here, that Erik was still alive. If he were, then maybe this would all go away. He doubted any of it could now.

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August brought him dinner that night when he’s too exhausted to even leave his bed. He said that Erik would want Wille to be himself - but how is August so sure of what Erik would want him to do to fix this, to just get this whole shitshow over with, when the only person who knows that is six feet under.

“Follow your heart, really.” August said. “Follow your heart.”

If anything his heart only thought of two things at the moment. One is the crumpled up rage he feels that’s been broiling under his skin since he saw the video; the screaming, panicked wild thing that wants to shout at the world and watch it shouts back until no part of him remains, no crown prince, nothing.

The other part of his brain thought of Simon. Holding him, soft and warm until his skin, kissing his neck and inhaling as much of him as possible. Kissing him, kissing Simon, an exhilarating feeling he can’t describe, he won’t ever be able to describe. Almost all of the girls he had kissed had kissed gently and slowly, like they were afraid he would disappear right next to them. It always felt like he was being kissed by air, a ghostly possession that was over in a second and just as uncomfortable.

He would have thought that Simon would kiss like that, he had thought Simon would kiss like that, Simon had kissed like that, before they really truly got to know one another. Now, Simon kissed hard and rough, like he knew Wilhelm wouldn’t disappear but just as quick, aware he couldn’t have him by himself ever. Simon’s kiss had the edge of sandpaper, tough grit and fine smoothness rolled into one. Simon kissed for the sake of it, like there was so much he wanted to do to Wille, do with Wille, that he simply couldn’t function enough to do anything but kiss him. Wille fell asleep soon after that, dinner discarded. He wondered if the last time they would ever kiss would be the time that caused both of him to want to recoil from society and away from the world. A part of him hoped so.

The nail on his thumb was raw and bleeding.

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As he walked through Hillerska, everyone stared at him in pity. He was used to the stares, used to the way his simple presence shut up people around until all they could do was give him a dumb look. It was pity that was new to him, but he tried not to focus on that as Malin rushed with him to his first class of the day. He knew the things they were saying, drove himself insane as he googled himself over and over again, watching Sweden’s trending page unravel until it felt like it was all over. He watched as Simon walked into their classroom, turning heads for once in his life. Once except for the amount of times he had his, of course. He mindlessly made small talk with his classmate, but all he could think of were two things.

After class he rushed into the locker room to talk to Simon. He looked sullen, his features that were generally framed in a light source of their own were moody and dark, an awkward, ill fitting portrait. He wanted to kiss it all away. Instead, kicked at Simon’s foot, hooking the two into a game of footsie.

“What the hell are we going to do?” Simon asked, wrapping his hands around Wilhelm’s, as if he had any of the answers. Breaking news, he didn’t. All he could do was sit in silence and hold Simon, it felt like the only thing he could do. Unless…

“They’ve asked me to deny it was me in that video.” He could barely get the words out.

“Serious?”

Wille hummed, unable to interpret that reaction. “They want me to make a statement at the castle on Saturday.”

Simon turned, his head moving off of Wille's shoulder in a way that feels entirely unwelcome. Put that back please. Wille had realized that he could only really function anymore in Simon’s arms. As if he wasn’t touch starved enough, but Simon was hot and didn’t mind so it didn’t really matter. “But you’re not going to do it, right?”

“I don’t want to say anything.” Simon doesn’t get it, but Wilhelm doesn’t expect him too; too impossible to explain.

“But, Wille, everyone can see that it’s me in that video,” Wille groaned. He had forgotten that slightly important detail. Simon continued, “What am I supposed to do? But no matter what, they can’t dictate what you say,” Yes, they absolutely can, they’ve done it before.

We haven’t done anything wrong.” He had forgotten that too, spending so much time yesterday going over consequences and contingencies ranging from plan A to Z it made his head bled. But no one had actually told him that they hadn’t done anything wrong. Not even August, with his love is love attitude that came out of nowhere. Not even fucking him.

--

Mama had been waiting for him. Mama had met Simon. She never looked twice at Wilhelm, veiled disdain souring her mouth as she stared out the window.

“What? Why can’t I just have a relationship with him? And not say anything. Just live a normal life.” He knows why. He just wants to hear her say it.

“You’re the crown prince.” And there’s the world crashing back down onto him. “And that’s a privilege, not a punishment.” It’s both actually, but whatever, mama.

“Yes, but I didn’t ask for this!” Erik should be here. Erik would know what to do.

“Well, nobody has ever, ever asked for this,” his mama shot back. He feels like a little kid again, feels like biting his thumb raw. “You’re the only one who can take over the throne after Erik. Don’t you understand that?” He wished she would just look at him.

“You’re so young. When you’re young love feels like the most important thing in the world. When I was your age, I too had an unfortunate romance.” He wants to laugh or cry or release that panicked, clawed, anxious feeling that’s always been trapped underneath his chest, beating his heart faster and faster and faster. Unfortunate romance, she said, like Simon isn’t the best thing to happen to him, like Simon wasn’t the only one holding him together, like Simon wasn’t the only real thing in his world.

He snapped back into the conversation.“Is it worth it,” she continued. “If you feel that the attention you’ve been getting so far is unacceptable, it’s nothing compared to what you will endure for the rest of your life. We have a chance to cover this up. I urge you to take this chance. You may not get another.”

With Simon on one shoulder, and his mama and the world on the other, it turns out he was going to make the statement after all. Fucking great.

--

He felt like throwing up, but, to be fair, when hasn’t he.

“Are you ready?” His mama asked, like he could ever be ready to announce to the world, no that definitely was not me in that tape and that boy is definitely not the love of my life, thank you very much.

He dragged his feet, as he went into the room where Rosenqvists sits. Like Mama said, they only have one chance to not fuck this up.

Rosenqvist smiles at Wilhelm, her eyes hawkish. He musters as much of a smile as he can, playing with the buttons on his suit as the photographer directs the two around.

“It’s good to see you again, your highness.”

His eyes darted around the room. He could hear his mama and papa argue in the room they were in

“You too.”

The interview began then, menial questions about his existence that made him want to bite at his thumb. He resisted, knew that if Rosenqvist saw how his anxiety was surging through him like a freight train and mentioned it in her interview, his mama would be more angry then she already was. The questions are simple really, he barely thought about the answers and more about how Erik would have phrased them. Not like Erik would have been in this situation.

“So, Wilhelm, we both know why we’re here.” She smiled apologetically at him. Here we go. “As you are, no doubt, aware of by now there was a video from Hillerska that is going viral of what is rumored to be yourself and another male student,” she paused for a moment, uncomfortable with the what she’s about to say to a boy she’d been interviewing for most of his life, “being intimate. What do you have to say about these rumors, Crown Prince Wilhelm?” She’s less probing, then. He can tell his mom already prepped her on how exactly this interview needed to go. Fuck.

“That’s not-” his words got stuck in his throat.

“That’s not you in the video?” She filled, looking more and more saddened with each word, more maternal that he thinks he’s seen anyone in his entire life. He wanted to nod, wanted to do what his mama wanted for him, wanted to listen to what she feels is best for their country, because it is theirs now, isn’t it? Erik is dead and gone and never coming back no matter how much Wilhelm wishes he had been able to keep him alive. Wilhelm doesn’t exactly know much about what it takes to be king, not like Erik did, but he’s pretty sure a leaked tape is one thing a king is not supposed to have on his record. Wilhelm should want to deny the rumors, so why does it feel like every time he tries to open his mouth that it’s filled with cotton, that panicked wild thing grabbing hold of his brain and shaking it like his snowglobe. It’s begging him to choose the path of least resistance. And then there was Simon. Simon with his pretty soft voice and his even softer lips. Simon with his kind eyes and hands and just Simon, Simon, Simon. Simon, who has already been broken by the video and if Wilhelm denies their relationship then he’ll only break more. The only things he can think about. Just two things. Two things he can’t seem to choose between.

He took a deep breath. Erik would have wanted him to follow his heart, would have said that that would be how he becomes a great king. By being kind and good, and wholly himself.

He chose.

--

Simon’s mama shouts for a rematch as he laughed into his snack.

Ayub tensed next to him, “Oh, shit.”

“What’s up?” Simon asked, confused. Did his dad ask him to go home or something?

Instead, Ayub read from his phone: an online copy of this week’s Göteborgs-Posten screenshotted and reposted to Twitter. “The Crown Prince addresses rumors of Viral Video.”

“What?” He could have sworn Willie had said he wouldn’t do the interview. His mom and Sara exchange glances.

Ayub read on, “While the Royal Court denies rumors that the Crown Prince appears in the video that has gone viral this past week, his royal highness Prince Wilhelm goes more in depth on his time at Hillerska and the events surrounding the video. He says, ‘I started at Hillerska to focus on my studies and have kept to that.’ At this moment, the prince pauses and grows quiet.

‘That’s not the entire truth. The truth is that that is me in the video. I do not know who took it or why but the facts remain the same. There are many people who would want me to not address the rumors surrounding me at this time, and some even would want me to outright deny them, but I disagree. If I am to be king, and no matter what happens from this I will be king, I want to be the kind of king the people can be proud of, the kind of king my brother would have been, and the kind of king that if he saw me he’d be proud of. And that starts by being genuine and being myself to the citizens of Sweden and to the world.’ ‘Everyone should be allowed to live as gay or straight or whatever they want,’ says the Crown Prince. ‘And I suppose the former includes me, but I would still like this time to decide further who I am and what kind of king I will be.’”

Simon is stunned. Of all things, he didn’t think of this as even an option. He fishes his phone out of his pocket.

To Wille: just read the interview, what. the. fuck.

From Wille: Is that a good “what. the. fuck!!!” or a “bad what. the. fuck?!?”

To Wille: you’re so brave, wille, thank you

To Wille: also according to ayub youre trending as “gay king wilhelm” on twitter rn

From Wille: Fuck yeah, bow down to your king. Meet me before school starts tomorrow, courtyard?

To Wille: see you then, gay king willie

As Simon approached the school - having already been stopped by four journalists, three photographers, two nosy neighbors and one blogger - he could see as Wille nervously paced at the edge of the courtyard, his hand rubbed deep into his chest, shirt creasing around it. Simon couldn't even begin to imagine what had happened in the palace after Wille’s interview. From what he saw the queen didn’t really strike him as the accepting type, but that was one of those things he’d let Wille discuss on his own time. He snuck up behind Wille instead, held his arms and kissed his neck.

“Hello, my prince,” he said and twirled Wille around and into his arms. Wille let out a little sigh of relief and if he could have held Willie there for forever he would. Wille smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek.

“Can we just go one day Simon without having your weird relationship issues making a scene,” Sara huffed past and quickened her pace to the school. Simon hadn’t noticed the stares, it felt like everyone in the courtyard had been watching them from Felice to August to other boarders Simon couldn’t name, but that had definitely called him names. Simon can’t bring himself to care anymore.

“I’m so proud of you, Wille.” Wilhelm let out a little noise, the only amount of negative emotion that being schooled on refinement since before he could talk would allow. He grabbed at Simon’s coat and drew him in for a hug.

“I love you,” Wille said and suddenly Simon’s whole world had shrunk down to three words.

Wille quickly ended the hug and walked towards the school, his bodyguards following quick after. Simon speed walked up to him and grabbed his hand, “I love you too.” Wille broke out into that tiny golden smile Simon loved to tease out and grabbed Simon’s hand.

The stares followed but Simon didn’t care. “Just two things left,” he said, “Get through this last day before break and then find whoever took that video.”

“And then?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet,”

Wille hummed and played with Simon’s as they settled at the doorway of their first class of the day, “You might want to work on your plans.”

“No, my plan only needs those two things.” Simon messied with Wilhelm’s hair and strolled into the classroom.

Wille followed after one hand fixing his hair, the other clutching at Simon’s hand, muttering, “Just two things?”

Just two things.

[shanitani]

CHAPTER TWO: WORRY LESS

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“A new girl? that’s so cool!” Mina squealed in her seat listening to Aizawa ramble on the basics of you. “That would quite nice.” Momo hummed thinking off in the classroom. “Mr. Aizawa, sir. Would you happen to know her quirk?” Iida raised his hand earning a sigh from Aizawa from the constant questions and curiorosity. 

“I don’t know her quirk, I don’t know what she looks like. Everyone’s guesses are as good as mines, you’re better off asking Bakugou about it tomorrow.” The class raised their eyebrows at the boy, thinking you were his relative. “Don’t ask me shit about that girl, figure it out yourself.” Bakugou grunted looking down at his paper. 

“Is she your relative?” Kirishima whispered to the boy making his jaw lock, and then slowly release. “No. She’s living with us for a year.” he sighed rolling his eyes wanting the questions to come to an end, but to be honest he’s been wondering the same thing as the class.

⁂

“Thank you for taking American Flights, please fly with us soon!” the loudspeaker went off, making you groan at the sudden awakening and the plane slowly rumbling beneath your feet. The airplane smelled like sweat and people; both not enjoyable in the slightest. Your phone was charged and pounding with messages from school friends, Imani, and your parents, luckily putting in an outlet to your phone before you lifted. 

“They do not play around” you laughed at her families constant worrying; but it warmed your heart to know they all cared about you. You texted them all a quick message for their own relief and then looked at the steps UA gave you, 

Your belongings are being flew out to the Bakugous, don’t worry about trying to find them, We have a designated driver coming to pick you up. She’s a bit ambiguous and knows what you look like so no need to try and find her, she’ll find you rather quickly.

You raised your eyebrow at the message, “She knows what I look like?” you questioned turning your eyes to try and find the ambiguous woman. Suddenly a hand fell onto your shoulder, making you jump in surprise. “Easy! I’m your designated drive babe! c’mon.” she motioned you to her car, and you happily obliged, hopping into the black low rise car seeing the beautiful exterior inside.

“See, this is me. Don’t be scared.” she hummed showing you her UA badge, making you feel more comfortable and slump in her seat slightly, “Thank you for picking me up, um?” “Midnight.” She answered for you, steering onto the freeway. The highways looked slightly the same - only you couldn’t read most billboard signs and the buildings looked more luminated in lights. 

“Midnight. So will I be going straight to the school or will I meet my host family first?” “You’ll be meeting your host family first, I’m sure you’re pretty jetlagged and should sleep off today and tomorrow to get used to the time change, on Monday you’ll be assigned with a dorm room. I’m sure Bakugo can show you around.” you cocked your head slightly trying to figure out who she was talking about, you waited for an answer but it never came.

“Is he in my host family?” Midnight nodded - eyes still on the road. “Sorry I know i’m asking a lot of questions, but do you know anything about him?” You could see the woman smirk slightly through the rear view, “Well..” As she was about to finish her sentence, she stopped the car in front of the home you were to stay at for one year.

“This is it!” she ignored your question, mentally groaning at the fact you could tell he would be a pain in the ass. hopefully the rest of the family is nice. you grabbed your bag heading towards the door. A blonde woman opened, smiling down at your figure and opening the door wider for you to come in.

“Hi dear! I’m so glad you got here safely, thank you, Kayama.” you turned around to see the woman heading off in her car - desperate to know what she was going to say about the boy. “I’ll see you at UA kid, see you!” she started her car waving off before she completely disappeared. “Let me show you to your room! I’m so excited for you to come live with us.” you smiled at her genuine demeanor following her up the steps.

You didn’t expect your room to look so, nice? the purple walls cluttered with string lights; a white comforter with small grey blankets and purple rugs to accent the carpet - if you hadn’t knew any better you would’ve thought Mitsuki had a daughter. She caught on to your drift speaking up, “I’m a fashion designer, so I went a little overboard, and i’ve always wanted a daughter.” she nervously laughed, “I love it, Mrs. Bakugou. Thank you!” you went to shake her hand as she shook her head smiling, “call me Mitsuki, sweetheart. You’re family now! I left some clothes on the bed, i’m sure you want to take a shower. It’s right up there.” she pointed towards the door beside another one that wrote “Keep out.”.

“Katsuki should be here in a hour or so, So I recommend taking a shower now so you won’t have to hear his antics.” she rolled her eyes walking off to the kitchen. “I’ll be preparing dinner if you need anything at all, dear.” you nodded placing your belongings down and seeing the rest of the ones you packed already in your room. 

you: Bitch guess what

mani: what.. did something happen alr?

you: NO. THIS ROOM IS SO CUTE.

mani: I’m blocking you yk I wanted to know about the boy.

you: It’s always abt the boy mf what about me

mani: you cute too boo!

you: girl fuck you💀

you rolled your eyes smiling down at your phone, yet her heart swelled deeply missing your bestfriend. It felt like forever since you’ve both been together even though it had been a day at most.

trying to take your mind off things, you took your bathroom belongings, shower cap, and lotion heading towards the door. Looking down at the pajama’s Mitsuki gave you, laid a grey tank top and loose pajama pants. you opened the door, locking it and hopping into the steam to let your worries melt away and go into the drain along with the water.

⁂

“mom? I’m home.” Bakugo grunted shifting his shoes off and walking into the living room, bunch hunched and eyes showing clear signs of tired and restless..

“Hey Katsuki, [Y/N] is upstairs in your bathroom taking a shower. Be nice.” She could feel the boys glare on her back as she endlessly chopped vegetables and stirred a pot before he mumbled endless nonsense walking up the stairs. Biting his tongue, he knew if he said anything he would’ve been slapped upside the head - and he was way too tired to deal with her.

He reached his door, ready to close it and lock it for the rest of the night. Until he heard you humming the low toned sound and smelled combinations of unfamiliar scents inching out of the locked bathroom door. Your humming sounded like a tranquil tune, it was low yet loud enough to hear from his door if he listened closely. 

The water slowly turned off yet your humming continued to the sound, yet he was too drunk of the thought of your voice to even realize it - the shower was like a muffled background noise that was barely audible at that point. It wasn’t until his phone chimed that he was pulled back from his thoughts. 

Kirishima: Hey dude, figure out what the girl looked like yet? 

Bakugo groaned, fully ready to tell his friend off about him not caring what you looked like and that on Monday you’ll all see the famous [Y/N], starting to type he heard the door unlock on the bathroom door.

I’m sorry it was getting too long so I had to stop- but I promise going forth theres gonna be a lot of interactions and way less... stereotypical LMFAO</3

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"Whipped Cream" - Part 1 | Nanami Kento fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ description: Taking cooking classes seemed like a nice way to relax and sharpen your skills, too bad the teacher hates you.

♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: none, some mild swearing near the end, rating will go up due to explicit content in later chapters.

♡ ♡ ♡ notes: Chef Nanami anyone? Probably the only job that he'd actually enjoy haha. I'm not sure how many parts this will have but I'm not going to rush it, I pretty much have the plot and ending all planned out, let's see how fast we can get there haha. As always, didn't have time to proofread so please don't mind the mistakes.

♡ ♡ ♡ word count: 2.5k

“Happy Birthday!”

Sitting at a table inside a small restaurant, you looked at your best friend as she handed you a colourful envelop. Money? She wasn’t your mother. A postcard? Too cheap considering she only bought you a bouquet of flowers.

“Open it already!”

Like obeying a command, you opened it and peeked inside. A gift card? How original. You spent days preparing the gift for her birthday and she gets you a gift card. Seeing your disappointed expression, she quickly explained.

“It’s a cooking course! You always said you wanted to attend one but never got the time, I figured if I bought it, then you’d have no choice but to go.”

You took the card out and began to inspect it. The words VIP were written in a golden colour as well as the name of the school you’d be attending.

“It was the most popular course, apparently you have to book it months in advance. I was really lucky since someone dropped out at the last minute.”

“When will I have the time to-”

“Shhhh!” She placed her index finger on your lips in order to shut you up. “The group session is thrice a week and you have twelve lessons in total. It’s after working hours and if for some reason you can’t attend then they can schedule a private lesson for the weekend. Benefit of a VIP and all.” She flipped her hair in a proud way and you fought back the urge to roll your eyes. Who says money can’t buy a very expensive and needless cooking course?

The truth was, you loved to cook, it was the only time you felt calm in your otherwise hectic life. You were also pretty good at it but self-taught. You once joked that it would be fun to take some lessons and actually sharpen your skills but that was the point, you were joking. You remember the promise you made to yourself at the beginning of the year that you would go to the gym every day and get in shape. You bought a class pass for a year with a personal trainer and only ended up going for a week or two. You still received reminders weekly that you should be attending since it was already paid.

“Thank you, it’s a really thoughtful gift.” You offered her a smile as you played with the card in your hand. Well, one lesson or two might not take up too much of your time. You were also curios to know why this particular course was so popular.

“You’re welcome! Also, from what I’ve heard but nothing confirmed yet, the chef that’s going to teach you is really good looking.” Her eyes gleamed and you wondered if she was sending you out like a scout, to test the water and if it was good then she’d join as well.

“Wonderful, I can’t wait to be surrounded by an army of housewives.”

Monday afternoon you found yourself at the reception of the cooking school you’d be attending for the next couple of weeks. You had to admit that so far the building looked impressive. There were several classes from what you could tell and the lobby was already pretty crowded.

“Can I help you?”

The pleasant looking receptionist gave you a smile and you handed her your VIP card.

“Yes, I’m here to attend the course with chef Nanami Kento.”

“Oh, Nanami-sensei!” She gleefully took your card and began the registration. “You’re pretty lucky, this is our most popular class. It’s quite unusual for someone to drop out.”

“So I keep hearing.”

She gave you back your card as well as a small bag that contained several items.

“You have here your apron as well as your class schedule and several cooking accessories that you get to keep at the end of the lessons. The class is 10-A, the very last room at the end of the corridor. I hope you enjoy this experience!”

You smiled and thanked her before heading to the classroom. Upon entering you realized that your fears had been justified, the whole room was filled with women ranging from mid-thirties to some ladies that looked in their sixties. Only women, and they all seemed to know each other.

You moved to one of the islands in the back, taking out your apron and putting it on. You had to admit you kind of felt like you were participating in the Great British Bake Off. In terms of gadgets at your disposal, everything was modern and your island was well equipped with everything one might need for the cooking process. You had your very own oven and stove as well as a Kitchen aid and several other utensils. In one of the drawers you found a cutting board as well as a set of knives and several bowls. You were starting to realize why the fee had been so expensive.

“First time here?”

You turned around and nodded sheepishly at a group of older looking women.

“I guess everyone knows each other huh?”

“For most of us this is the second time we’ve taken this course, it’s quite lovely, you learn a lot of things.” You couldn’t help but wonder why they would need to take the exact same course twice. Either they didn’t manage to learn what they were supposed to the first time around or the chef really was thathandsome.

“I’m looking forward to it as well, I want to sharpen my skill and this one came highly recommended.”

“Are you married?” The question came as a punch in the gut and they all looked at you like it was the most normal thing one could ask.

“We didn’t see a ring on your finger.”

“Urm no, married to my work perhaps.” You offered a light chuckle but no one else found it funny.

“Then for whom are you sharpening your skills for? Any children?”

At this point you thought their questions were quite intrusive and rude. Were they perhaps thinking that you were a threat? A young new girl that was going to steal away the attention of their sensei? You were actually starting to get aggravated by their attitude. What happened to solidarity between women?

“I want to sharpen them for myself. No children, just a cat, pretty lucky I suppose.” Their eyes narrowed and you smiled to yourself. Teasing them was proving to be quite fun.

“Oh? Well, you’ll want them when you’re older. Although, you should probably hurry, not much time left to spare.” By this point your hand was itching to slap at least one of them. What an unpleasant bunch of old hags!

You were ready to give a sharp reply when the door of the classroom was opened and your teacher stepped inside. You hated to admit it, you really hated it, but he was indeed handsome. Blonde hair, light coloured eyes, build like a brick wall, sharp features and when he opened his mouth to greet the class, you fawned over his deep voice.

“I’m glad to see some familiar faces…and new ones of course.” His eyes landed on you and you shifted, feeling like a doe caught in the headlights. His presence was quite something, no wonder these women were ready to turn into harpies just for a bit of his attention. Still, it wasn’t enough to win you over. If anything, you felt an instant antipathy towards him-he seemed too arrogant for your taste.

“We’ll start our first day with a test bake. I want to see each and everyone’s level before we begin our lessons.” As he spoke, he neatly rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and put his own apron on. You could actually hear sighs going around the room but he seemed unbothered.

“You can bake anything you like, something you’re comfortable and good at.” With that said, he gave you an hour and a half to see what you’d come up with.

You decided on your famous lemon cookies, they were pretty easy to make and every time you baked a batch your friends would fight over it. As you were creaming the butter with the sugar you felt a presence near your station and turned to look at Nanami that was peeking inside the glass bowl.

“What are you making?” Just like that, no introduction, no small talk, right down to business.

“Lemon cookies. They’re-”

“Quite a simple recipe, don’t you think? I wanted to see your level, this is something even a child could bake.” Your heart dropped a little. You weren’t great at taking criticism and you couldn’t stand how those old hangs from before were snickering behind you.

“You said to bake something that we’re good at.”

“So lemon cookies are the only thing you’re good at? Hmm.” With that he left your station and you just stared at his back as he went on to check on someone else. Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment and anger. You were going to shut him up, once he had a taste of your cookies he’d eat his words, as well as the whole batch.

It seemed, however, that the universe was working against you. The batter didn’t have enough time to chill and since you weren’t accustomed to the oven you over-baked them. You stared at the plate of spread lemon cookies, not one looking the same as the other, and chew on your bottom lip.

With your baking time coming to an end, he was walking from one stand to another, mostly complimenting the results. The other women in your class were a giggling mess, thanking him like he had offered salvation just for eating one of their treats.

When he finally reached your station, you felt his judging eyes burning holes into your very soul.

“What happened?”

“Well, the fridge is not set to the right temperature. The one I have at home is much cooler, and I didn’t have time to let the batter set. Also, the oven is different from-”

“A simple recipe but you couldn’t finish it properly. Everyone in class uses the same type of fridge and oven, no one else had any problems.”

You wanted to argue back, wanted to say how unfair it was since they were all well accustomed to their working stations because they had already taken this class. Instead you kept quiet and fought back tears that had formed at the corner of your eyes. If you wanted someone to look down on your work you would have stayed overtime at your office.

“Can’t be helped, since you’re at beginner level. You have to keep up with the rest of the class so please pay extra attention during lessons and don’t hesitate to ask your classmates for advice.” With that said he continued to stroll around the room, throwing nice remarks left and right.

When the class was finally over you grabbed your bag and dashed out of the room. You struggled to take off your apron as you walked through the main reception and into the elevator that led to the parking lot. When you finally managed to set yourself free you fished the phone from your handbag and dialled your friend.

“Hey little chef, how was your first-”

“Horrible! I’m never coming here again!” You practically screamed in your phone as the elevator doors closed. You were shaking with anger and as you stared at your reflection in the mirror from the opposite wall, you also realized you looked just as upset as you felt.

“He’s an ass! He didn’t teach us shit! Test bake he said, so I made my lemon cookies you know.”

“Oh I love those!”

“Right?! Too easy he said, even a child could make them! The damn fridge wasn’t working properly and I forgot to set the oven so they spread a little but they were still good! Then he just made fun of me in front of the whole class and ugh don’t even get me started on them-” You continued to vent as the doors of the elevator opened and you stepped inside the underground parking lot.

“All of them have taken the class before and they’re just here to drool over the teacher. I swear it’s a fucking joke, his class is only popular because every single middle-aged married woman there wants to fuck him!” You stopped from your raging rant to look for your cars keys that were nowhere to be found. “I swear they all have some sick fantasies with him! He’s not a chef, he’s just some thirty something guy that preys on naïve women. He probably doesn’t even know how to whip cream!” You huffed in anger while trying to juggle the bag you received at the reception, your handbag and your phone.

“Where the hell are my car keys?”

“They seemed to have fallen at your feet.”

You froze, feeling the blood draining from your body. You turned around in slow motion and looked up at the figure of your teacher who was only a few feet away from you. You didn’t realize just how tall and menacing he looked until now.

“Urm, I-”

“I’ll be seeing you on Wednesday. That is, if you want to attend a class taught by a guy who doesn’t know how to whip cream.”

The sweet embrace of death couldn’t have come faster. You picked your keys from the ground and tried to form some kind of apology but he quickly walked through the parking lot towards his car. He opened the door of an expensive looking Mercedes and drove away, leaving you standing there like a complete moron.

“Y/n are you still there? What happened?”

“Oh god, oh god, I’ve fucked up!” You began to walk to your car feeling like the worst person on earth. “I’m not sure how much he heard but he heard plenty.”

“Ohoho this is getting interesting!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” You spat bitterly as you opened the door of your own car and stepped inside, throwing you bags on the empty seat. “Well, I shouldn’t bother with what he thinks anyway. He was mean to mean first and it’s not like I’m going again.”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this one! I didn’t spend so much money just so your workaholic ass can come up with excuses not to attend! I don’t care if he likes you or not, despite what you may think he was highly recommended for his skill not for his looks.” You grumbled as you turned on your engine, really hating the fact that your friend was making a point. You loved to cook, you were good at it, you might have had a bad day and now your teacher hated you, but you shouldn’t give up on the opportunity to learn proper cooking skills.

“Alright, I’m going to try a few more lessons. It will be a miracle if he doesn’t kill me by the end of the week.”

“That’s my girl!” You rolled your eyes and hanged up the phone before driving off. You really didn’t like Nanami and now he had more than enough reasons not to like you, but you also weren’t a quitter. If anything, you will continue to go to classes out of pure spite. You’ll show him how skilful you actually were, far better than any of those hyenas from your class. You’ll whip that cream until you’ll turn it into butter.

[wheresmybuckyhoes]

Ben Hardy Smut Part 2

Summary: You basically fuck Ben what else do you want me to say

Pairing: Reader x Ben Hardy

Warnings: Sex, Condoms, Swearing, Oral (f receiving), slight edging, pet names, nudity

Note from moi: I’m not sure if there will be a part 3 yet so I’m just going to see if this gets a lot of likes/reblogs. Enjoy lovies!

‘Sounds good to me’ you said, as you unlocked the stall door, taking Ben’s hand softly and leading him outside the bathroom. You pushed open the door, letting go off his hand and attempting to fix your hair as you stepped into the main cafe area, putting on your sunglasses in hopes to hide your flushed cheeks. The pair of you had almost made it out unnoticed when Max (the bartender who had served you before) called out to you. Ben let out a small groan before briskly leaning down to whisper ‘I’ll be waiting’ in your ear, as your inner voice let out a scream.

‘Hey y/n, can u cm’ere for a sec?’ Max was basically your bestie at this point since you saw him everyday, and had hung out with him outside the cafe. So, you couldn’t just ignore him and go shag the hottest piece of ass you had ever spoken to just yet. You spun around to walk to the till where Max was standing, feeling Ben’s eyes glued to you as he waked over to the door and casually leaned against the door frame. ‘What’s up Max?’ you asked gingerly. ‘Was just wondering when you were planning on telling me. You were banging Ben fucking HARDY?!’ he asked excitedly. ‘Shhh keep your voice down. I’m not bannnging him Max, we are just gonna go hang at mine so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go around telling everyone’ you replied in a hushed voice. Max gave a sarcastic nod before waving his hand about as if the idea that I wasn’t banging him was lunacy. ‘I’m not. Max I’m not. I’m not’ you repeated as each time his nods grew more sarcastic. ‘Bye girl tell me about it when you come in tomorrow’ he smirked, shooing you away. ‘Promise I’ll keep it quiet’. You mouthed a quick thank you and hurried back to the door where Ben was stood waiting, eyes looking hungrily at you. You made your way to your flat.

You had reached the door after a short walk and tiresome climb up the stairs, pulling out your keys and unlocking the door. You pushed it open and stood back, gesturing with your arm. ‘Ladies first’ you said cheekily, as Ben bowed and stepped in saying ‘thank you sir’. He stepped in, looking around at the beautifully decorated flat. He ran his hands over the polaroids and photos which hung on the walls of your fashion pieces and modelling sessions. ‘Wow’ you heard him breath to himself. ‘Did you take these’ he asked as he spun around to face you, only for his jaw to literally drop. His eyes widened in surprise, quickly turning into a look of desire and lust. You see, you were quite a bold person, and that mixed with how horny you were resulted in you stripping to your bra and panties while his back was turned.

‘Fuck. Me’ he said in disbelief as he ran his hands through his hair, biting his lip and trailing his eyes all over your body, already imagining the things he would do to you. ‘I would be happy to’ you purred, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs tight around his waist. He kissed you deeply as you pointed to the bedroom. He carried you with ease, not breaking the kiss for one second. He gently placed you on the bed, climbing on top and kissing you neck, trailing down to your breasts and then your tummy. You tugged at his shirt to signal for him to remove it, which he did immediately. You took a mental picture of his perfect abs for later. ‘Let me just get the condo...’ you began as you tried to get up only for Ben to pin your hands down by head, looking deep into your eyes. ‘Let me do something for you first, princess’ he smirked as he let go of your hands and wriggled down to your thighs. Him saying princess literally made you want to cum right there, feeling yourself grow wet between the legs and squeezing them tight together for some friction. ‘Let me do that for you’ he whispered, parting your legs with his hands and positioning his face at your panties. He tucked a finger under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them behind him. You giggled and were just about to say something snarky when you felt him lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. ‘Fuck Ben. Jesus Christ’ you moaned as he buried his head in your pussy licking and kissing your clit as you tangled you fingers in his soft hair. He got more passionate with it, as your moans grew louder and your head began to spin. ‘So...close’ you mumbled as you felt your finish near very quickly. But then almost as fast as your release approached, he pulled away and kissed your thighs, as you shuddered and yelped from the loss of contact.

‘BEN FUCK I WAS SO CLOSE’ you cried, trying to get your hand down there to finish the job. He grabbed your hand and crawled up to kiss you as you grumbled into his mouth. ‘Now where did you say those condoms were?’ he asked innocently, loving every minute of you being a desperate whiny mess. You pointed shakily at the bedside table as Ben crawled off you and grabbed a condom from the drawer. He gave it to you as he undid his belt and removed his trousers and boxers, revealing his already hard, very much big cock. You wanted to drawl at the sight, but wanted more to be filled, so you carefully opened the condom and rolled it onto his cock. He moaned at the slight touch you gave him which was literally the hottest sound you had ever heard.

He grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over onto your hands and knees, kissing your back making your arch. ‘Put it in Ben stop teasing’ you groaned impatiently, desperately wanting him inside you. ‘Sorry what was that love?’ he teased, rubbing his cock on your dripping entrance. ‘I SAID, PUT IT IN ALRE...’ but before you could finish he had pushed it roughly, making you collapse onto your elbows, as adjusted to his size. ‘You feel amazing, y/n’ he moaned, gently fucking you at first. ‘Mhm’ is all you managed to get out as he began to speed up. You were already sensitive from before, so when he reached over and rubbed your clit as he pounded into you, it was enough to send you over the edge. ‘M’gonna c...cum B..Ben’ you spluttered as you felt him lean close to you to hit your g spot. ‘S’ok love, cum for me baby’ he said hoarsely into your ear, learning in so his chest was against your back. ‘FUCK FUCK HOLY FUCKING FUCK’ you screamed as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your head spinning and pussy clenching. Just your moans was enough to soon send Ben tumbling over the edge, so you basically came together until he pulled out and collapsed beside you, pulling off and tying the condom, tossing it into the bin in your room. You rolled over so you were lying naked on his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around you as you both lay there, panting.

‘That was just...wow’ you said breathlessly

‘You’re amazing y/n you know that? I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly’

‘I feel so honoured’

There was a pause

‘Do you want to go on a date with me’ Ben suddenly asked out if the silence.

‘I thought this was just a one time thing because I liked you not because of your fame’ you said sarcastically.

‘But there’s something about you y/n. You can’t tell me you don’t wanna do that again’

‘But I don’t date...’

‘Please, just try it. Just one date’

You pushed onto your elbows so you were looking into his beautiful eyes

‘Fine, just one date’

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[koreaweeb]

Red Strings - Thirteenth String

@underc0vercryptid-reads @laraplisetski @omegahighendpro @thooo0t @t3sselated @youngestdelacour​

TW: SWEARING, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, MENTION OF SUICIDE, MENTION OF SELF-HARM, SEXUAL CONTENT

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Walking through the hospital even without her iconic red dress, Kurenai was turning heads. She wore a simple white silk camisole with an oversized turquoise blazer on the outside and matching trousers. Her heels were significantly shorter than usual, only about an inch tall, and she had her hair in a ponytail with two loose strands framing her face.

A simple look, but she caught his eyes. 

“Good morning, Chishiya-kun. Coffee?” Honoka asked, trying her best not to take note of how he had his eyes on Kurenai the entire time. Even when she did not look in his direction. 

“No thanks.”

“Shuntarou.” Calling his name as she poked her head out from the break room, Kurenai smiled. “Would you like some coffee? I brought my Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee beans.”

With a nod, Chishiya was already walking toward the break room. 

Honoka could not help but roll her eyes. What a hypocrite Kurenai was. In front of Honoka, she was always acting innocent and implying that she had no intentions of competing with her for Chishiya but her actions were quite the opposite. 

When Honoka suggested sushi for lunch with Chishiya, Kurenai would buy sushi for all the staff. When she offered Chishiya a sandwich once, Kurenai brought in a Michelin star chef just to make one sandwich. And that one time when Chishiya wanted a bottle of water, Kurenai had ten boxes of VOSS delivered to the hospital. Not just the normal VOSS, but the fancy lemon cucumber flavoured sparkling version. 

How was this not competing with her?

“You went with a different look today,” Chishiya said, watching as Kurenai was making coffee with their machine. 

“Hm? You noticed?” she grinned, though her focus was on the machine. It was different to the one she was used to at home. In theory, this was a lot simpler than the one she had, but she was having difficulty figuring out the mechanics. “It’s not really practical to wear a dress in a hospital.”

“You look good in dresses though.”

He walked up to the machine and reached for the back, turning it on. Someone must have accidentally shut the machine off, though it was entertaining to watch Kurenai struggle with such a simple task. 

Once it was turned on, everything else was easy enough and before long, Kurenai had a pot of coffee ready and the aroma filled the entire room. She poured a cup for Chishiya before taking a sip of her own. She hummed with satisfaction, sitting on the sofa. 

“Where did you learn to make coffee?”

“Coffee is one of those things I prefer to make myself,” Kurenai said, holding her cup with both hands, looking at the liquid inside. “Ayako-san’s coffee is fine but not quite right. So I took a class, and after some trial and error, found a way to make it that is…” She kissed fingers like an Italian chef would. 

Frankly, coffee was not something that Chishiya concerned himself with. If he needed one, he would make one in the break room. Or he would buy a can from the vending machine. If he wanted to indulge a little, he would head to the shopping centre nearby and get himself a Starbucks. He would not, however, spend time learning about coffee beans and how to roast them. 

But the coffee Kurenai made was especially good. 

“Is that Blue Mountain I smell?”

Disrupting the mood, Ichiro walked into the break room. He poured himself a cup of coffee, taking a sip, and let out a satisfied sigh. Instantly, Kurenai’s mood soured and she was no longer enjoying her morning coffee.

“Good morning, Morita,” she greeted, turning her laptop on. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Well, this is our project,” he said. “You look like a hot secretary today, nice.”

How crude, and classless.

Kurenai had to physically bite her own tongue so she did not blurt out something offensive. As much as she hated Ichiro’s presence, he was on the project. If she got along with him, this would go a lot smoother and that would mean getting rid of him faster. 

However, she did not have time nor the chance to say anything as a loud bang could be heard from outside, along with some scufflings and shoutings. 

All three of them headed out to see what was going on, only to see a man frantically waving a knife around, shouting something incoherent.

As soon as he read the situation, Chishiya went to grab Kurenai by the arm. He had to get her to safety. Except, he was grabbing at air. In a panic when seeing the knife, Ichiro dove for the nearby ward though in the process, he nudged Kurenai who, caught by surprise, was now standing in front of the knife man. 

The man was quick to grab Kurenai, hooking his arm around her neck and had his knife pressed to her throat. “Don’t you dare come closer or I’ll kill her! I’ll do it!” 

“Hey! Let her go,” Chishiya said, holding his hands up to show that he was harmless. “Let her go, and we can work this out.” When Chishiya spoke, the man had his knife pointed at him while keeping hold of Kurenai, stepping away from Chishiya. “Do not hurt her.”

“Stop it! Leave her!” Honoka whispered, grabbing Chishiya by the arm to try and get him to hide like everyone else. 

He flung her hands away, taking cautious steps toward the man but still keeping a distance. He was trying to think of a way to subdue the man without hurting Kurenai, and so many scenarios were running through his mind. She was too close to the man to get out unscathed. 

“You said! You said she wouldn’t die!” the man cried. “Your doctors said they will do their best to keep her alive! Why did she have to die when the punk who hit her didn’t?! Why?!” His knife was back on Kurenai’s throat, cutting into her skin and drawing a little blood. 

“Do you know who I am?” Kurenai asked.

“I don’t care who you are! You better bring me to that punk!”

“My name is Chuya Kurenai,” she said, keeping her cool despite the position she was in. “And when I say you do not want to hurt me, you better trust me. Hurting me is not going to bring you anything but misery. If you let me go, however, I can help you. You know the Chuya Group, right? My father is Chuya Atsushi. We have all the money and the power to help you.”

Kurenai’s words were distracting the man as he seemed to be deep in thoughts. Chishiya took the opportunity to grab the hand holding the knife while pulling Kurenai away at the same time. Startled, the man pulled his hand away, slashing Chishiya’s arm in the process. Security was quick to jump in, subduing the man. 

“Are you hurt?”

Both Chishiya and Kurenai asked the same question simultaneously.

Chishiya lifted her chin, taking a look at the cut on her neck. Thankfully, it was not a deep cut and she was no longer bleeding. His arm, however, had received quite a cut. His white coat sleeve was dyed red, and only now was Chishiya starting to feel the pain. 

How fortunate for them to be in a hospital.

He was brought down to A&E where a nurse stitched him up. Kurenai was waiting outside the curtain, and the moment the nurse walked out, she went in to see Chishiya. 

“Hey…”

“Hey,” he smiled. 

“How are you?”

“I got six stitches. Probably a scar too. But I’m alr-”

Before he could finish the sentence, Kurenai was hugging him. Her arms were tight around him, like she was making sure he was really there. And while he was rather composed before, Chishiya suddenly felt overwhelmed. 

When he saw the knife on Kurenai’s throat, his mind went blank. He could not think straight because fear was all he felt. Not fear for his own life, or of the knife. But fear for Kurenai’s safety. 

“Thank you.”

Pulling away from the hug, Kurenai held his face in her hands, stroking her thumb gently against his cheeks. She could not help herself as she was leaning closer until finally their lips met. And before she knew it, Chishiya was kissing back too.

[damedamedame]

akane aoi + reader | say what ?

| description ! | your current relationship with akane gets a little out of hand (which may or may not be good?) (yes, there’s a question mark).

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You flip to a page, one to a theory about a mysterious creature who could control the time around the halls of Kamome Gakuen by their own hands and by their own choice. There’s even a sketch of what it could be... and it looked nothing like the boy standing in front of you now. Your finger points to a space, wordlessly wanting him to sign it if your pleading face was anything to go by.

Akane stares at you blankly, then to the picture book in your hands. The expression on his face screams confusion because of your actions but you were insistent.

Being an enthusiast for all sorts of supernaturals and apparitions that had crossed your path (which may or may not have led to various dangerous incidents), you stood your ground as firmly as you possibly could.

Even if you wanted to melt at the sight of this new Akane Aoi.

Fuck it, you probably already melted when he saved you mere minutes ago.

Sucking in a deep breath, you continued to ask another question, briefly ignoring the fact that Akane didn’t bother to sign. Maybe he had no pen?? What kind of apparition has a pen in his pocket?? Wait would they--

“C-Can you help me investigate more s-supernaturals?”

‘OH NO.’ You looked at the ground as if it was the one who was making your cheeks redden to the max. ‘I STUTTERED TOO MUCH DHBFSH--’

“Interesting offer but….” Your head shot up to meet his smile, it didn’t meet his eyes but it made you look like a tomato nonetheless. A shudder goes down your spine at the way he stares right through you. “I don’t think I can handle another second seeing any one of them.”

…?

“W-WHY?? SUPERNATURALS ARE AMAZING CREATURES !!” You cry out, unable to hold back.

“Wha…? What makes you say that?”

There’s a hint of a spark happening between you two, one filled with tension and the start of a very very long argument between the justification of supernaturals.

Not that you intended to speak up and start a fight about it, you had only wanted to bring up a few points. Which he had a rebuttal for every time. Perhaps this is why you liked this smartass, but never did you think that you would be on the opposing side of the debate.

“Aoi-kun, I’m pretty sure not all of them are bad..!”

“You might want to see a certain seventh somewhere--.”

“YOU KNOW THE SEVENTH MYSTERY ???”

Secretly, your foot hurt like actual hell, having been pushed to the ground rather harshly after almost being struck by a truck. But how could you let this chance pass by? You were finally talking to the boy you simped for and you have the chance to meet more supernaturals and apparitions!

Granted, you almost died and you were both arguing about the goodness of supernaturals and apparitions, BUT STILL—!!

“I don’t think he appreciates seeing someone limp into his stall.”

Akane motions over to your foot. The foot that you were trying so desperately to hide but alas, the awkwardness stood out.

“Um… I-I’ll go to the clinic then! After that, you can take me to see Hanako-san…!”

Two steps forward and you were already wobbling. You were determined to get to the clinic without any hesitation if it meant finding out more of these supernaturals that always invaded your mind, if you weren’t already thinking about Akane.

Being the gentleman that he was forced to be by one strict Teru Minamoto, he had, as much as he didn’t want to offer because he was salty, offered you a, “Do you want me to take you to clinic?” which you may have replied with a small nod, the flush on your cheeks rising significantly so.

Significantly so may have been a slight understatement.

Your cheeks—no, your entire face raged with a pink blush once Akane put his hand on yours, telling you to lean on him if your legs hurt too much. The way he held your hand calmly without hesitation made it seem like he experienced this sort of thing before. Or maybe he spent his time eagerly researching this for Aoi’s sake. ‘Okay, yeah, it’s definitely the second one.’ You sink your head low in dismay.

Thankfully, the clinic wasn’t too far off since the incident took place right at the exit of the school. Making quick work into getting to the clinic, also avoiding the people who looked at you two quietly bickering about another something related to your slowly developing debate about supernaturals and all that. Or perhaps they looked at you two and wondered why two simps were spending time with each other. What if they thought you were dating him (finally) and Akane had given up on Aoi--

You scoff, immediately letting the fleeting thought away. Akane raised an eyebrow at your action but you simply looked away, not acknowledging the other thoughts that crowded your mind.

“Can you open the door while—”

“Yeah, I think I can just…”

After a few minutes of trying to open the door leading to the clinic, and failing miserably, your prayers have finally been answered. By a fellow Student Council Member.

“Oh! (L/N)-san!” This girl is… the ‘Secretary’ of the Student Council, if the messy black hair, the dark red ribbon hanging loosely around the back, and the round glasses framing her small face was any indication. “What happened?”

“I tripped and fell on the sidewalk.” You explain, not delving into any of details because even if the guy you just had to like out of everyone else (seriously, why couldn’t you have liked Minamoto-senpai instead? It’d probably be so much easier) had a bunch of hatred for the ones you absolutely adored (and you still didn’t get why he hated all of them instead of merely hating the ones who pushed Aoi), you still didn’t want to cause any trouble for him.

The ‘Secretary’ looks at you two for a bit, a small knowing smirk gracing her lips, which she tried to hide with her hand but failed, and walked away. She also mentioned something about the ‘President’ dropping off some paperwork on his desk. You don’t know why Akane’s expression turned into a disgusted one but you didn’t want to pry on that.

Oh nono, you wanted to pry about something else.

Right after sitting down on the bed after the nurse had told you to do so, you began swinging your legs out of nervousness. And you regretted that a second later because the pain finally settled in. Akane had thrown an ‘are-you-kidding-me?’ look at you and you replied by rolling your eyes into oblivion. Not wanting the silence between you two to thicken (or maybe you should, you were literally on the verge of kicking your crush when he mentioned how annoying your beloved Mokke were), you somehow managed strike up a conversation.

“Say… what happened to that truck a while ago?” Gold star for not stuttering over there, champ.

Akane turns to look at you, lips screwed tight and eyes wide. Had he not noticed it? How his supernatural suit and tie and honestly aesthetically pleasing outfit went away and changed back to his normal uniform? How the truck had crashed into a pole instead of you? Considering the amount of shock graced his features, it’s safe to assume that you were correct. Seriously though, how could he not have noticed?

‘Maybehewasfocusingonyou—SHUT UP’

He’s silent, not willing to admit that he did not, in fact, notice the truck nor his outfit changing. You hear him mumble a few words under his breath, definitely not missing the ‘That bastard might actually kill me this time’ or the ‘If Ao-chan ever finds about this…’ but he stops when the doctor of the school clinic came in.

“So, (L/N)-san, what do we have here this time?” The doctor, Nito-san, asks for the third time this week (or was it the fourth…?). He kind of looked frustrated with you, which you brushed off with an awkward chuckle. You could have sworn you heard Akane stifle a laugh. “Did you fall from the stairs again?”

“Not today, haha…” ‘CNDSJFNDSFOSID’ You fumed, hands clenching into fists. Now you heard Akane actually having to hide his laughter, which resulted in you having to cover your face with your hands.

Oh, why did you have to come in like this Nito-san??? WHY???

As if God Himself heard you, you were blessed when Teru Minamoto poked his head in from outside the room’s door. Funnily enough, he did not have his usual smile and ^^ on his face. He just looked lowkey pissed, which was a first for you and for people inside the clinic.

“Aoi-kun, why don’t we have a chat outside?”

You glanced at Akane in concern, and your choice was right, he should be of concern right now. He looked like a man about to be executed.

“Y-Yeah…”

At this point, you might as well plan his funeral. Yes, Aoi is going to have to give a speech about him or he would haunt the school. ‘Wait isn’t he already haunting the school—’ You thought as Akane was pretty much dragged outside by Teru. ‘Oh, I didn’t get to ask him about Hanako-san!’ You frowned, slapping yourself on the face. Although, you probably shouldn’t be focusing on that as of now, since Nito-san looks... positively furious.

| end notes ! | i’m so sorry for the long wait !! and i’m really sorry if the update wasn’t as good as you’d thought it would be,, not that it was alr good to begin with :’>

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[a-katsukitty]

katsuki bakugo x reader

WARNING : ALL CHARACTHERS ARE AGED UP! oral [fem receiving] , alchool and cigaret.

A/N : Ohayoo , this is my first fanfic. I apologize for any mistakes [be gentle with me plz] hope you will like it!

"Come on dude it will be fun!"

"I said no! How many fucking time do I need to tell you?" Katsuki glaces over Kaminari who's been trying to get his friend for his birthday. "Bakugo, you can't eat pizza playing games on your 20th birthday!" he says placing himself between the blond man and the tv.

"You're fucking annoying you know that" Bakugo paused his game putting down the controler. "My sister is mixing, I swear you will have fun!" looking down his face lights up as his friend nods running one hand in his blond hair. "Give me 1 hour! And don't make me wait or I blow your face , all of you!" he says getting up going up to his room not paying attention of kaminari thanking hima million times.

1 hour to shower and put on some decent clothes , nothing too fancy a pair of black jean, a white shirt thigh around his muscular shoulder and arms , carefully left three buttons open revealing his collarbone , three perfume pumps and he made his way downstairs.

Denki park in front of the nightclub. A huge neon writes Dimension. pressing his finger on his favorite contact on the digital dashboard. "Oh Kami! How you doing cutie" your voice resonates inside the car as your brother blushes "Ai! Don't call me like this I'm not alone!" Mina chuckles on the passenger side. "Oh so you friend decided to come! Wait, what is it again? Baki.. Bak-" you're cut by an angry katsuki "OI! IT'S BAKUGO" he says slamming his wrist on the seat in front of him making Kaminari jump. "Oh yeah Bakugo! Well it's my turn to mix cutie, put everything on me" and with this you hang up. "Okay let's go!"

Denki was used to come often to see you, having a drink always waiting sleeping at your house since you were living on top of the nightclub. His drink were free since they knew he was your brother. Everyone knows him. You started to work here two years ago, you loved everything about night life, you had fun , free drinks and a good salary.

They made their way inside as the music get louder but Denki knew you haven't start yet , it's not your style of music. They take a sit in the VIP lounge beside the scene. They ordered drinks after fighting to know who were going to sip on soda all night and Sero took the responsability.

You step on scene talking with the current dj , plugging your mixing board moving your hip to the music.

"Oh! Hey Bakugo are you listening?" Kirishima waves a hand in front of Katsuki's face who is staring at something in the distance making him come to his senses. "hm.. what?" he shakes his head "here" he said handing him his glass of whiskey. He takes a sip on his glass before leaning to talk to Denki "So this is your sister?" he asks pointing his glass in your direction as your wave to them "Yes, well actually it's my twin sister" he replied waving back.

Bakugo leaned back on the leathered couch watching you as you play your first music. He couldn't take his eyes off you, he couldn't believe how good you were looking, his eyes stopped on your hips shaking from side to side, how your boobies were bouncing evertime you were jumping to the beat. Your long blonde hair swiping on your ass made him bite on his lower lip.

He was never very interested in girls , never hanging out. There was no lack of opportunities but he always refused, stating that he had no time to start a relationship but there you were making him forget everything around him. He couldn't even think straigh everytime your were eyeing them flashing a smile to you brother.

2 hours passed as you finally step out the scene to take a break. "Ah she's finally coming" Kimi lifting his head up his phone, Mina were already up dancing with Sero that she begged to come and not leave her alone. Kirishima has already gone out to smoke a cigaret and Bakugo has waited all the time for you to come, he could see everything of you closer.

"Heyy~" You jump inside Denki's arm smiling wild. "it's been two weeks that you didn't come ,I missed your face so much" you says pinching his cheeks "Hey y/n , I-I missed y-you too" he replied escaping from your grip. You turn your gaze to his friend who was already giving you his full attention "Hi!" you turn around the table sitting behind him leaning closer speaking louder as the music drowned out the sound of your voice. Your perfume reachs his nostrils, it's sweet and flowery. Probably cherry blossoms, or lilac.

"So you are the birthday boy!" He only nods "Well happy birthday! I'm y/n Kaminari nice to meet you" you extend your hand to him which he gladly shakes. "I'm coming back!" You look up at your sibling showing you his cigaret and you nod before lifting your hand to the barman who knew exatly what you were taking. "Mina and Sero talked a lot about you!" You lean back looking at the blond boy sitting beside you. "What? You know them?" he looks at you blank "Well , yeah Denki is otfen coming with them and there is Eij' too" his eyes opens wide at the nickname , only his closes friends were calling him Eij' "How the fuck do I not know you yet if you know everyone"

"Because you never

back up sighing in relief and facing the man in front of you "I'm free tomorrow night." you look up try to catch his eyes as you pull you dress down your ass. "no." it's harsh and cold. He lift his eyes on yours. "I'm not waiting tomorrow, we're leaving now."

wants to move your fucking ass!" You glance up to see Kirishima's coming back with your glass and sitting on your side wrapping his arm around your shoulders. " Thanks Eij' " you sit on your drink moving your body against the couch giving an opportunity to Bakugo, he gets up and give you his hand "Wanna dance?" You finish your drink in one time and stand up poking at Kiri's cheek before taking Katsuki's hand as he head you on the dancefloor.

You turn your back to him getting closer to his chest , his hand resting on your hips as they swiped from side to side to the beat like when you were mixing. He pulls you even more close moving with you , your ass making friction against his crotch. "You're making me crazy.." he said in your ears making your shivers as his breath hits the back of your neck. You leans your head on his should smirking moving your ass harder making him growls.

You knew him from a long time, the first time you saw him was on Kimi's instagram and you couldn't get over how good looking he were. Hoping he would shows up sometimes but he never cames. You never made a big deal, it's wasn't the only good looking guy you saw, but he had something you couldn't get over.

Your head spins as he places soft kisses over your neck, tightening his grips around your waist. "Let's go" you turn around meeting his eyes before being pulled away from the crowd. In a minute you were pushed inside girl's toilet as he lock them behind both of you before smacking your lips together slidding his hand at the back of your neck , tongues fighting but you lose fast. His hand went down to grip your thigh "fuck- look at how short this fucking dress is!" he tugs at the hem of your red silky dress pulling away from the kiss "turn around" he orders and you obey instantly resting your hand on the wall.

He raises your dress up your ass kneeling in front of it pulling your dripping pantie to the side and sliding a fingers between your lips making a moans escape your mouth. "Look how wet you are! Is it for me?" you open your mouth to anwser as his slides a finger inside of you making you cry with pleasure, you jump when he slams his hand at your ass "Didn't I ask you something?" he adds a second finger "y-yes all f-for y-you..!" your eyes rolls to the back of your head as he curl his fingers inside you. "Do you wanna cum doll?" you couldn't hide it even if you wanted to, nobody never made you feel like this.

"y-yes p-please Bak-" he cuts you off "It's monsieur" he takes his fingers out replacing them by his tongue sucking hardly on your clit making you arches your back "cum" it tooks only a few second before reaching your climax cuming in his mouth "you taste so fucking good, I can wait to fuck this pretty pussy of yours" he gets on his feets. you can hear his belt undone and the zip of his jeans before feeling the tip of his cock tickeling your entrance making him all wet.

"P-please" you look behind you to meet his eyes, his hand grip your neck leaning to kiss you starving for your lips "please what?" he takes his hand away from your neck petting your hair "P-please just fuck me alr- aah" he makes you chocke on your words when he slams himself into you. "fuck!" he growls "S-so thigh" he pulls your hair back arching you going deeper and deeper inside of you. "You're taking my cock so well princess!" you whine as you well your second orgasme coming fast, tears forming on the corner of your eyes "cum over my cock, come on" you can't hold back anymore, you see white and your legs becomes weak as he hit your sensitive point making you cum all over him.

You can hear him moans your name loudly as he pull out plumping himself two;three time. Cums dripping down your ass to your tight he presses kissed down your back as you try to catch your breath. "wait don't move" he says taking some paper toilet and wipping all the mess you both made. You both freeze as you hear a familiar voice. "y/n ?" Mina calls you knocking on the doors "Y-yeah I am coming!" you reply fast and you hear the door closing back as she leave.

You pulls your pantie

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 34

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.1k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 34 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

March 30th, 2018

I had no idea who Niall had invited but before we walked in the bar, I moved closer to him and got up on my tiptoe to look in his eyes, both of us now hidden by his cap. His lips curled as his eyes roamed on my face and I pressed my lips together. I was a bit stressed to meet some people from school after so long but if I wanted to be honest, being away from the crowds and the paps seemed like amazing time off to me and I was pretty sure Niall felt the same.

"No kissing, no hold hands, no cuddles." I pointed out with a grimace. "It's gonna be a long evening."

"Okay, first off, you can cuddle me, they're used to it. Second of, can I remind you that it's your rule? If you want, we can definitely tell them we're together but keeping low profile." he pointed out, raising his eyebrows as he waited for my answer.

I wanted to. I really fucking wanted to, and I could feel my heartbeats accelerate the longer we looked at each other. I licked my lips and smiled before shaking my head. I couldn't make a decision and it was driving me insane.

"We'll just... see how it goes." I finally let out before sighing and getting back down on my feet.

"I'll follow your lead, petal."

His words made my lips curl and I nodded slowly before he turned around and walked in. It felt amazing to know I had my say in all of this. A lot of times, when we were dating and even before, I felt like Niall lead me the way he thought was right and I just followed without a word. Perhaps, he had matured, or maybe he was always like that but he just took the lead because I didn't. Either way, it was refreshing and it made me feel important.

I followed him inside and a familiar face seemed to illuminate in the back of the bar. The smell reminded me of my teenage years and somehow, I suddenly relaxed despite the people I had just noticed.

"Zara?" I let out with a frown before Niall bent closer to me.

"I called her, thought you may want to see her." he whispered before walking closer to the table.

"Olivia!"

Zara jumped out of her chair and ran to me, wrapping her arms around my neck so tight I could barely breathe anymore. She started jumping quickly up and down, bringing me in her wave and I laughed as I hugged her back. Despite everything that had happened to me in my childhood and teenage years,  Zara was the only one I trusted completely besides Niall. I had a few friends and we all hung out together but Zara was the one I was the closest to, the one I told almost everything to, except maybe the fact that I had always been in love with Niall. That, I hadn't told anyone and even now, I wondered how the hell I succeeded to keep that secret to myself for two decades.

"I haven't seen you in so long!" she added, hugging me even tighter before her embrace loosened and she pulled away to look in my eyes. "Still can't believe you followed that eejit to London. Why?"

She was very expressive and the facial expression she was sending me made me laugh.

"You know me, can't be away from his dumb face for too long."

Her lips curled into an amused smile and she pulled me to the bar, ordering beers before tilting her head and staring at me some more. I frowned and waited, knowing that a question was coming.

"You two dated a few years ago yea?" she raised her eyebrows as I nodded. "Okay now let's talk about the real shit. How does he fuck?"

My eyes got bigger and I chuckled, shaking my head. "Z!"

"No no, hear me out!" she continued, bending down closer to me. "Remember when Michelle, Lisa, Megan and I would get mad at you for ditching us for him?" she let out with a chin movement towards Niall.

I couldn't help but glance at him. He was sitting with a few people I recognized but I just licked my lips and turned back to my friend, shaking my head. "I didn't dit-"

"Oh you did. All the time." she cut me, making me raise my nose up in a grimace. "Well we always spent at least half an hour talking about you two and with the years, the conversations became... you know. I mean he grew up and," she paused and leaned back to take a look at him before looking back at me. "He's... he's hot."

I started laughing, shaking my head slightly at her enthusiasm.

"Niall was always hot." I pointed out, making her roll her eyes.

"You... it's different. I mean, I know you always said you didn't have feelings for him but girl, I know you better than that." she explained, making my heart literally stop beating. "Anyway, that's beside the point. So we did talk about the size of his cock and the way he fucked and we all had theories. I think it's time you reveal the truth."

"Forget it." I laughed, shaking my head.

"Why does it matter, you two broke up a million years ago!" her face suddenly changed and her lips parted as she moved closer. "You whore, you’re still dating him?"

"Zara!"

She raised both of her hands up and closed her eyes. "Alright alright, none of my business." she chuckled, opening her eyes again, her smile turning into a fond one. "I really hope for you, though. I know how much you love him. I can see it in your eyes."

I held my breath as she grabbed two beers, letting me take the two others and we walked slowly to the table.

"Don't be surprised okay? Ava is here. I know she's not your fave person but just pretend she's funny. Or interesting. Or ignore her, that's what I do."

I laughed again but my heart dropped in my chest when I noticed Ava, leaning against Niall as they were both laughing. I started thinking about that time I caught him masturbating in his room when he was 13, and how a few years later, he had admitted he was jerking off thinking about her. The whole thing made me swallow hard and I held the mugs tighter in my hands before placing them on the table. Most people looked up and when I noticed Rian, my eyes got bigger and I chuckled low.

"Wow, hey! What are you doing here?"

He got up and kissed my cheeks gently as I did the same before shaking my head. The last time I had seen Rian was when Niall and I went ice skating together when we were dating. Niall had shown a bit of jealousy back then and even if I knew I shouldn't, i really liked it. Of course, I had dated Rian for a few months and he was the first guy I ever slept with, but Niall seemed to forget that the reason I gave in to Rian after so many years was because he had lost his virginity to someone who wasn't me. It had hurt me so much that just thinking about it made it impossible not to swallow the lump in my throat.

"He's coming to visit me." Ava said, her hand on Niall's thigh to hold herself as she moved closer to me. "We have a thing going on."

Rian rolled his eyes with a smile and shook his head slightly before shrugging. "Just trying to see if it could work." he explained before talking lower. "I'm not moving back here though, there's no way."

I let out a louder laugh and nodded. "Yea, I'm not moving back here either."

The truth was, I didn't want to move back here mostly because I didn't really know anyone anymore. My parents were back in France, many of my friends had moved away and Niall... well, Niall was the person I wanted to follow. Or more, Niall was the person I wanted to be with. I didn't have to follow him, like he said. We could just take decisions together.

"Come on, petal, sit down."

Niall's voice reached my ear and I smiled, sitting next to him as he squirmed a bit on his chair to move forward, leaning his arms on the table and getting away from Ava's touch. I felt suddenly relieved and he sent me a smile. I felt his knee hit gently against mine under the table and my lips curled more.

"So what's up between you two?" Rian asked after sitting next to me. "Last time I saw you, you were together, then we all read in extremely reliable online articles that you two split and Niall was dating that actress or singer? What's her face? And Liv was getting married to an hollywood actor. This is some crazy shit, mates."

"I'm... not dating Heidi anymore." Niall pointed out, pressing his lips together in an awkward smile.

"And I called the wedding off and broke up with Dylan."

Everyone stared at us and Zara chuckled slightly after half a minute, shaking her head. "Wow. You guys need more drinks."

We started drinking and talking and after a few hours, I was starting to be tipsy. I walked to the bar to get more pints and while waiting, I leaned on the counter to stare at Niall. He was laughing with our old friends and I was suddenly thrown back to when we were younger and would hang out all together. I could pretend life was easy back then but it would be a lie. I had to admit, though, that everything changed when Niall left, and I do mean everything.

My lips curled on the left when I watched him throw his head back. I could hear his laughter even from where I was and something jumped inside me at the sight. I already knew, but once again, it hit me how much I loved him and how i'd never be over him. I didn't want to be over him anyway. I wanted to be with him.

"Having a good time?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise before turning to the voice with a smile before looking at Niall again and finally putting my attention back on Rian.

"Mmhm, and you?"

I was getting so tipsy that I had a hard time hiding my attraction for Niall. I knew my eyes were probably betraying me but I was at that point where I didn't give a fuck anymore. A few more people we knew had joined us and we were all getting a bit drunk but when I turned around and smiled to Rian again, I noticed he was way past that stage. He sent me a small smirk and bent down closer, making me move back instinctively.

"You know you were my first fuck." he pointed out, making me chuckle low.

"Yea you were my first fuck too."

"You ever wonder what it would feel like more than a decade later?" he whispered after bending down more.

My lips parted and I glanced at him, standing up and shaking my head. "Honestly, no."

"Come on." he slurred as I pressed my lips together. "Just one time. I never really understood why you broke up with me, y'know?"

I looked up at him, feeling uneasy, and swallowed hard. I didn't want to cause a scene and I knew he was drunk but at the same time, I had no fucking idea what he was thinking at that exact moment. I knew he thought I was single, which I was... sort of, but I had the feeling he would insist even if I was officially taken.

"I just didn't have those feelings for you, that's why." I pointed out.

It was true and at the same time, it was also because I couldn't take Niall out of my mind. I felt his arm slither around my waist and pushed him away gently but firmly, raising my eyebrows at him.

"Two things. One, you're drunk and two, I'm not interested. It's been years, Rian, we both moved on." I pointed out. "Besides, aren't you with Ava now?"

"Ava and I have an agreement. Until we're official, we can fuck whoever we want. That's why she's all over your ex boyfriend."

My lips parted again and my heartbeats accelerated. I turned to look at Niall but for some reason, he had switched seat with me, leaving a free chair between him and Ava and I sighed of relief without thinking.

"That's why you said no to me for so long before agreeing to date me, right? That's also why you broke up with me isn't it?"

I turned back to him, noticing he had moved closer again. "What?"

"Him. Him and his fucking stupid angel face. You've always wanted him and he never fucking wanted you. The only time he dated you he fucking left you to be a famous little shit and now you're still looking at him like he's some sort of god."

"Shut up, you're pissed." I said low enough, getting suddenly angry.

"Still. You know i'm right." he added, sending me a small smile. "Come on, I'll make you cum so hard."

I felt Rian's hand on my breasts and this time, I pushed him harder as my heart seemed to stop.

"I said no!"

I felt my whole body on fire as I stared at him but he moved closer and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me against him to kiss me. This time, I started hitting his chest hard to push him away and I heard a chair scratch against the wood floor before falling down. It took about half a second for Niall to be between Rian and I, pushing him hard enough to make him back away a few feet.

"She said no."

"Oh yea, mister perfect is there again to save the day!" Rian let out a bit too loud in a sarcastic tone. "Same as you were back then. Always there to be the perfect 'best friend'." he laughed, doing quotation marks with his fingers on the last two words.

"Rian, don't go too far." Niall only replied, shaking his head slightly.

"She's not yours, anymore, Horan! So let it go!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

I took a step back, surprised by how well Niall could keep calm and glanced at our table to see all of our friends watching the show. It was not really how I imagined my night.

"You're a fuckin' asshole and I've always hated you, ya know that?"

"I'm very aware." Niall sighed. "But she said she was not interested, so keep your feckin' hands in your pockets."

"Or what?" Rian yelled, this time. "Or WHAT?"

"Rian, stop!"

We all turned to Ava who was frowning and Rian scoffed, shaking his head. "You stay out of this." he turned to Niall. "And you!" he grabbed him by his shirt and my heart sank in my chest as I moved closer, grabbing Rian's arm and trying to push him back.

"Please, stop!" I let out, suddenly panicked.

Niall didn't send me a glance and kept looking at Rian, "Liv, move back. Please Liv."

It took me a few seconds and I did as he asked just when Rian started talking again.

"She's not your girlfriend." he repeated. "So mind your own fuckin' business!"

"But I still love her." Niall admitted louder, making my lips part and my whole body throb. "I'm still in love with her. And I'm not gonna let you touch her, not without her consent."

Everything happened a bit too fast for me to react and I barely saw Rian let go of Niall to throw his fist at him. Gladly, he was totally hammered and Niall easily dodged his hit before throwing his own first on Rian's jaw. My eyes got bigger as Rian fell on the floor and I finally closed them, bringing both my hands on my face.

"MATES!"

I remained motionless, eyes closed and silent, until I felt someone pull me out and I only opened my eyes again when I felt the fresh air hit the skin of my face. It was a bit cold and I shivered, bringing my arms around myself before I felt someone wrap theirs around me from behind.

"Hey, you okay?" I didn't have to hear his voice, I immediately recognized Niall from the way he was touching me, and the way he smelled. God he smelled amazing. "I'm sorry about all this."

I shook my head and sighed. "Let's leave, okay?"

I noticed Ava and two other guys try to put Rian on the backseat of a car and Zara quickly ran to me, raising her nose up and placing her hand on my arm.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly, tilting her head, before I nodded. "I'll message you, okay? And if you invite me to Cali, I'd love to visit!"

I chuckled and nodded. "We can definitely plan that."

She glanced up at Niall and tried to stop a smirk from gracing her face without much success.

"Have fun you two." she just chuckled. "I'm rooting for you."

I laughed and closed my eyes again, a bit embarrassed but quickly, Niall moved away and reached for my fingers. I let him take my hand in his and we walked in silence. I knew where he was taking me but I didn't mention it and when we sat in the grass, I moved my legs over his thighs and felt his hand on mine, warming me. It was cold and I knew we wouldn't last too long outside but I enjoyed being close to him in silence. It took at least 20 minutes for Niall to talk again and hearing his voice made something stir in my stomach.

"I'm sorry." he said in a low tone, looking down at his hand on my thigh as he gently brushed his fingertips on my pants. "I don't know why I did that. But he had his hand on your breasts and I suddenly wanted to kill him."

I stared at him for a few seconds without talking and waiting for him to look up but he didn't. I pressed my lips together and placed my hand over his, grabbing his fingers and squeezing them.

"Thank you for defending me." I just replied, making him nod slightly. "You were so laid-back, I didn't expect you to throw your fist at him. You don't need to apologize."

He looked up at me and sent me a fond smile as I bit my bottom lip. Slowly, I moved closer and kissed him gently. I could feel my head spinning from all the alcohol in my body and when he deepened the kiss, I felt my eyes flutter behind my eyelids.

"I'm sorry." I whispered against his mouth. "I should have told our friends we were together. It would have spared a few problems."

"Not your fault. It's entirely his fault. He shouldn't have touched you after you said no, whether you were taken or not. He's an asshole and he deserved a good punch. I'm just happy I'm the one who gave him." he confessed, making me chuckle. "I can't believe he did that."

"Well he was seeing the way I was looking at you apparently. And he probably saw how Ava was all over you, too. Must have been hard for him to be rejected twice in the same night. I've rejected him a lot, too."

"Still not an excuse." Niall whispered, kissing my lips very gently.

"I know."

"Don't defend him, he's an arsehole."

"I know."

We remained silent again as we kissed some more. I felt his hand move up on me and slip between my thighs, the side of one of his fingers pressing on my pussy. I whimpered very low and chuckled.

"It's way too cold to fuck here."

"I know." he groaned. "I just can't believe we have to sleep at my mom's. Every single time we come visit you don't want to let me fuck you."

The way he pouted and his childish tone made a laugh boom out of me and I finally leaned my forehead against his and brought my hand to his cheek.

"I'll let you tomorrow morning, but only if you agree to do something tonight that I've always wanted to do."

He frowned and pulled away to stare at me suspiciously. "I want to ask if I'll regret it but if you let me cum inside you tomorrow then I'm ready for anything."

I laughed again and kissed him with a smile. It felt so great to be wanted even if most of the time, It also felt surreal. We walked back to his mom's and it was extremely late when he tried to find the right keys to walk inside before realizing the door was not locked. We both laughed as we walked inside, and it made me realize we were both still quite tipsy. We walked slowly, trying to remain silent without much success and when he bumped into the table, we both laughed. He pulled me closer and started kissing me hard, sticking his tongue on my mouth only to turn me on, I suspected. His normal taste was altered with the taste of beer but I loved it and I moaned low in his mouth. I couldn't remember how we ended up on the roof but I stared up at the sky, tilting my head with a smile.

"That's really all you wanted?" he asked after a while. "Watch the stars like we used to do on the roof of your house?"

I kept looking up at the indigo sky and pressed my lips together before licking them.

"We used to do that all the time, just you and I, and I remember wishing you would kiss me every single time. That's why we're here. I want to kiss you while we watch the stars together."

Niall chuckled low. "You're so cheesy. I blame you for my romantic side."

I turned to send him a big smile. "You're welcome."

His lips curled into a fond and loving grin and I bit my bottom lip.

"I will kiss you anywhere you want. Any time you want. For any reason you can think of, or for no reason at all except that I love you."

I felt my heart melt in my chest and breathed in, trying to keep my tears in. He was leaning on his side to look at me, holding himself with one of his elbows and arms, and suddenly, I could see the adorable 14 year old he used to be, with his blonde hair and his crooked teeth. I felt my heart swell and my eyes watered, letting a tear fall on one of my cheeks as I sniffed. Was I really going to push away this man out of fear? Was that a good way to live life anyway? To stop myself from being happy in fear of being hurt again? It was ridiculous.

"We will be together, Niall."

He frowned slightly and moved his upper body closer. "What?"

"If you still want of me..." I repeated before breathing in deeply. "if you still want to be with me.. really be with me. Officially. It will happen."

"I'll always want that Olivia." he simply replied but I could hear surprise and happiness in his voice and when I looked up at him, his eyes seemed to sparkle. They shined even more than they did at the bar when he was drunk and it made my heart jump in my chest. Perhaps, it was only the reflection of the lights of the streets, or maybe I was hallucinating it... but I didn't think so. He seemed genuinely excited by my words.

"I just need more time. But it will happen." I explained more. "I'll never be able to live without you anyway. And I don't want to. I don't want to live without you, Niall."

His lips curled into the biggest smile and he chuckled, moving closer and sliding his hand behind my head. I could feel his fingers sink in my hair as he pulled me closer.

"Best news of the day. It beats everything else." he let out low. "Now, I'm going to kiss you beneath the stars until you're too tired to keep your eyes open."

[theamberwriter]

Could I request Bakugo with prompt 17 and 19 please? (Your writing is so good!!! UwU)

Pairing: Pro!Bakugo x Reader

Word Count: 3583

Warnings: Hella angst, cursing

A/N: So this took me a while to figure out the direction I want to go. And it ended up dark, lmao Also, I changed it up to be gender-neutral! I might end up adding to this later! 

Prompts: 17 - "She's back. I saw her last night, but she wouldn't talk to me and it looked like she had a black eye." 19 - "What're you so afraid of?" B: "You."

It'd been a strange year. Lots of odd villain attacks. Lots of missing people. Lots of coincidences. Lots of just - weird. One could feel as it oozed through the streets. It clung to the air like morning dew. 

Everyone lived in this strange fog. But none more than Katsuki Bakugo, aka pro hero Ground Zero. He'd been personally afflicted by the weirdness. His entire world turned on its head. He'd just been going through the motions since it happened. Since he started living in the miasma. 

Katsuki's mornings were routine. His days were lived in a blur. Friday nights out became nothing more than a tedious chore. He had things to do. Alleys to crawl through. Leads to follow.

He wanted out of this fog. He wanted his world righted. He wanted to be able to breathe again. To see the world as he had. To feel the fire that once burned in his belly. Everything was little more than steam now.

Because they were gone. Taken. Kidnapped. Whisked right out from under his sleeping fingers. Leaving him to wake to an empty bed. And a call about a new string of kidnappings. No one was ever found.

And nobody ever came back.

At first, Katsuki's fire raged in a frantic, wild blaze. No one was able to tame it. He tracked down every lead he could. He burned up every hideout he found. He interrogated every villain brought in within the tri-city area. Nothing. 

They were just steam through his fingers.

Once the desperation fizzled, all that was left was smoke. A dazed look in his eye. He still sat in every interrogation but didn't scream and yell anymore. In fact, most of the time, their words bounced right off him. He'd work late hours. Bags dark and heavy under his eyes.

But Katsuki's still destroyed training gyms. When it all would build up. And he found himself imagining the face of the person who took the love of his life from him. When he really focused. When he struck that match. Everything would come out. One large blast.

But these outbursts were becoming fewer and farther between. And Katsuki was more smoke now than fire. He was giving up hope. Which he'd never done. But he was little more than a shell these days.

Even now, as Katsuki lay with his cheek pressed against the table. His friends, old classmates, talking around him. He didn't say a word. Just watching the sweat run down the side of his full glass. He hadn't touched it. It wouldn't fill him up any, so why bother?

"Katsuki, man," Kirishima started slowly. Bakugo grunted. Not even lifting his head. "We need to talk."

"I'm not going to therapy," Katsuki retorted. 

Kirishima set his cup down, staring at the back of his friend's head. His stomach was in absolute knots. He couldn't believe he was about to say these words. "No - it's about [Name]."

Katsuki immediately jerked up. He stood, glowering down at his friend. "Don't you say their name to me -!"

 "No, dude! - They're back, " Kirishima rushed. He slowed down, repeating himself. "They're back."

Katsuki's eyes were wide and wild. "Don't you fuck with me!"

"I saw them last night, but they wouldn't talk to me and it looked like they had a black eye." Kirishima stood too, looking his friend levelly in the eyes.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?" Katsuki's voice shook furiously. "Nobody ever comes back!"

"[Name] did, I swear," insisted the redhead. 

Katsuki could see it in his eyes. The sincerity. He collapsed back into his chair. Processing it all. Trying to make sense of those words. "[Name] is...back...but why didn't they come home? Why didn't they try to find me? - Where did you see them?"

"There's a little spot, a few streets over." Kirishima jerked his thumb behind him. "They were wandering around. Muttering."

Katsuki knew where he meant, without even asking for details. "It's just a stump now. There used to be a tree."

Kirishima nodded. "How'd you -"

Bakugo sprinted out the door. Running blindly into the night. He was full blast. Like someone lit gasoline under him. He was filled with more life than he'd been in months. He could feel his adrenaline racing. His heart pounding. The fog was clearing.

He skidded to a stop as he spied the stump. It was whithered now. Like all its life had been sucked out by the same miasma his had been. It was dull and gray and mossy, no longer brown. But that didn't matter. Kirishima said this was the spot.

Katsuki knew why [Name] would be here. It was where a chance meeting changed their lives. If [Name] was lost, or had amnesia - this had to be the outstanding memory. It made his heart soar, knowing they still remembered. There really was a chance to get them back.

Katsuki peered around. Looking for anything moving in the shadows. But the darkness was still and quiet. Just tumbling soda cups and the fluttering of plastic bags. He perched on the stump. He'd wait all night if he had to.

And he did.

Bakugo felt the eyes before he saw the person. It was the wee dawning hours now. His skin was chilled and slick with dew. He'd basically been a statue. He wished he could freeze, stay here, and keep an eye out. He didn't want any other responsibilities.

Katsuki lifted up his head, rolling out his stiff neck. His eyes immediately stared into a very familiar, yet alien pair. They peered anxiously at him from an alley across from him. They retreated as he shot up from his makeshift seat.

"[Name]," he said softly, taking a step forward. That name was water on his dry tongue. Then he shouted, "[NAME]?!"

Footsteps retreated quickly into the alley. He followed them. Turn after turn. Catching glimpses of a familiar bruised face and slick, dirty hair. Eventually, they escaped him.

But this didn't stop Katsuki. Everyone around him could see it. The change. Ground Zero had his fire back. His head finally clear. He went back, night after night for a week. Chasing the long lost love of his life. Even if they fled from him.

Finally, the night came when things would change. When the veil would sink back over his life. When the footsteps slipped in the muddy alley. Sending their owner crashing to the ground. Fearful eyes stared up as he slowly approached. Big and teary.

Katsuki smiled gently. "Are you okay?"

But no response came. [Name] scrambled backward across the ground. Their eyes never leaving his. This perplexed Katsuki. He'd have thought [Name] would have been ecstatic. Running into his arms where they were finally safe.

"What're you so afraid of?" he asked, swallowing thickly. 

These words seemed to catch [Name] off guard. They only uttered out one word. "You."

"Me?" he grunted in surprise, then kneeled down. "I've spent a year trying to find you. You're safe now. - [Name]. What did they do to you?"

Katsuki reached out his hand. [Name] looked like they wanted to take it, even extending their own. But immediately retreating as they realized their movements. Big tears rolled down [Name]'s bruised cheeks. "Y-You, you don't understand, Katsuki. You don't understand."

How he longed to hear that voice say his name. But he hadn't anticipated that sheer terror. The tremble as it spoke to him. It made him crumple up inside.

"Then help me to. - Let me help you, dumpling." Dumpling. The stupid nickname he'd picked out. All over one little incident that he never let them live down. The one that always made [Name]'s cheeks tint pink. A smile forming on their face.

"Don't call me that!" [Name] shrieked. They cowered, covering their ears while squeezing their eyes shut.

Katsuki felt what was left of his heart shrivel. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"That's what they always made you say, right before you did." The shake in [Name]'s voice was undeniable daggers through his heart.

Katsuki took [Name] to the police station. He sat numbly, staring through the two-way mirror. Meanwhile, they were cleaned, clothed, and fed before the interrogation began. The questions didn't start right away. They had to do this softly, subtly. There were a few decoy questions before they started getting into it for real.

"What was the last thing you remember before your abduction?" asked the detective.

[Name] took a sip of their cup. "I was in bed...with Katsuki. I woke up...because I was cold. I went into the hallway. I was going to get another blanket when there was a bright light. Then darkness. When I woke up, I was alone. But I wasn't... wasn't at home…"

"Hey, it's okay." The detective gave them a tissue. "What happened then?"

"Everything was dark for a long time. And then someone came to give me food. This happened for a while. But no matter how much I ate, I was always hungry." [Name] took another long drink. "After that, I was blindfolded and taken to another room. There were others there."

"Do you know who they were?"

[Name] nodded, new tears flowing. "I remember that I knew some of them had been on TV. That...That Katsuki was helping to look for them. Th-There was so much screaming. And I didn't know why. Until...Until I started screaming."

[Name] was sobbing uncontrollably now. Whatever they were remembering was painful. Katsuki gripped the arms of the chair. It took everything in him not to go and try to comfort them. But something happened - he wasn't their protector anymore. And he wanted to know what he did.

"'You'll never trust anyone again,' I thought he was lying," [Name] wailed. "'Heroes will be your enemies. And you'll be the start of the terror virus that takes them down.' That was the only thing they ever said to me!"

"Hey, hey, easy. They can't hurt you anymore," hushed the detective.

"Yes they can...but they won't. Because they've already broken me. - They let me out first because I love Katsuki. Everyone else was civilians. They wanted people to see me scared of him. Even if I am, I won't do that to him."

The detective exchanged looks with his fellows around him. "[Name] can you tell me what they did to you? Why are you afraid of Ground Zero?"

Glossy, tearful eyes stared down the detective. Like they were drilling into his soul. "Because - someone there has a quirk to sink you into the deepest, darkest parts of your mind. They put you through your own personal hell! Do you know how many times I had to watch him kill me?! How many times he told me I'd be okay, and then he'd burn me?! Or all the times he called me 'Dumpling,' right before he drowned me?! Or sacrificed me. Or blew a hole in me?! Or...or...or..!"

[Name] broke down into loud sobs again. But Katsuki had heard enough. He stormed out of the barracks. Shouting to himself and he paced around out front. How could he have let this happen? How had they escaped him for so long? 

He thought of every lead, wondering what he could have done different. How he could have saved them. How he could have spared them the torture. He mauled this over for a bit as paced.

"I should have found them sooner!" Bakugo finally shouted sometime later and shot a large blaze into the sky. “This is all my fault! - Idiot!”

“Ground Zero!” called a voice.

Katsuki sent a sharp glare at the officer on the stairs. “What?!”

“The interrogation is over," she said softly. "The detective wants to talk to you.”

Katsuki was silent as he followed the policewoman inside. He was sat in a separate interrogation room. But he didn’t wait long for the detective to come in. The detective's face was grave as he sat across from the hero.

“Ground Zero,” the detective sighed. “I’m sorry. [Name] has suffered serious mental and emotional trauma -”

“I know,” Bakugo gritted through his teeth. “I was watching.”

The detective nodded. “Then you know it’s best if, for now, you’re not around them.”

“Yeah. - I’ll put them up in a hotel or something. I’ll do anything to make them comfortable. Just make damn sure there’s always someone watching them. I don’t want them suffering anymore.” Katsuki leaned forward, and put his head in his hands. “I should’ve found [Name] sooner. They wouldn’t be like this.”

“You did everything you could -” 

Katsuki bolted up, slamming his hands on the table. “But it wasn’t good enough, was it?! I couldn’t save [Name]! No matter what I did, I was always one step behind! - Damn it! I’m worthless as a hero if I couldn’t even save the person who matters most! What kind of hero am I?”

Bakugo fell back into his chair. He felt like he was going to pull his hair out. For once, he didn’t know what to do. How could you be the hero for someone who was terrified of you? Someone who used to trust you completely.

“Exc-Excuse me.” [Name] crept into the room. 

“[Name],” Katsuki breathed. 

The two stared each other down. The push and pull in [Name] was visible. Bakugo stood slowly, going to stand a few feet in front of them. [Name] shakily reached out for him. They tried pulling one of Katsuki’s hands into their own, but ultimately recoiled at the touch. This made the man tear up, only for them to overflow. These were the tears he hadn’t cried in the beginning. When he still had hope.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” That was all he could get out. “I tried. But I wasn’t good enough.”

“Kat-Katsuki - you tried.” [Name] smiled sadly. “That’s what matters. Right?”

Bakugo shook his head. “You can't even hold my hand. I can’t protect you -”

“I want to come home,” [Name] uttered. Their voice was barely more than a whisper. 

Katsuki pressed his lips into a hard line. He could see the struggle in his lover’s eyes. The pain, the fear, the hesitation. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. I want to go home. That’s all I’ve wanted all year.” [Name] swallowed thickly. “I don’t want them to control me.”

Bakugo hesitated. [Name] wasn’t looking at him. But the face of determination he’d seen a thousand times was trying to break through the terror. Like that moment just before you step into a haunted house. He wanted nothing more than for [Name] to come home. But would that really help them? Would he be able to protect them if something happened? Could he really say he was fine with letting them live in terror?

“I don’t want you doing too much, too fast,” Bakugo finally said. “We can ease you back in, anything -”

“I - I don’t want this,” [Name] muttered, more tears flowed. “I don’t want to be scared of you. - It’s not fair. Let me come home.”

Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek and then sighed. “Anything you want, Du - [Name].”

[Name] didn’t smile, although they did press their lips together. It felt like a little weight had been taken off Katsuki’s shoulders. He could still fix this. Even if it was going to take a while.

“Before you go anywhere,” the detective started. “I’m afraid there’s a few things you’ll need to do.”

[Name] underwent a psychological evaluation. And then a physical. Then there was a week spent under medical observation. Katsuki came to visit when he could. Always making sure [Name] knew he was there, supporting them along the way. The psychologist said this was a good start. Helping to undo all the negative images that [Name] had been shown of him. It helped to separate fiction and reality.

At the end of the week, [Name] was able to hold his hand. Their hand was still trembling in his. But it was a start.

Two weeks after, [Name] set foot in the apartment for the first time since their abduction. Katsuki had made sure to scrub every corner. Made sure every little thing was organized. He pulled everything out of theirs that he’d hid away. He even lit their favorite candle.

“I hope this is how you remember it,” Bakugo said, opening the door. “I had to get new curtains. I set our old ones on fire. I hope you like them.”

[Name] gave a small smile. The first since coming back. “That’s just like you.”

"I'll stay on the couch." Katsuki nodded to the living room. "You take my - your - our bed."

[Name] walked around the small apartment. They made small comments on things he'd changed. All the time keeping distance between him and themselves. Their eyes nervously darted around and kept closely on him. Like they were anticipating a sneak attack.

But what else would Bakugo expect?

For a week, they moved awkwardly around each other. [Name] flinching at the slightest brush. If Katsuki moved too quickly. Even if he handed them something, they'd flinch. And [Name] would immediately plummet to the floor if he scared them by accident. 

Everyone wanted to come over. To see [Name] with their own eyes. But Katsuki turned them away. What if it caused [Name] to regress? The only people allowed to visit were parents and siblings. And Katsuki watched as [Name] grew a little more themselves during the visits.

A week later, the strangest thing happened. Around midnight, as Katsuki lay staring at the living room ceiling, he heard footsteps. And dragging. He was preparing for an intruder.

"Katsuki," [Name] said softly, unexpectedly.

He peered over the back of the couch. Surprised to find their form there. "[Name], you're still up."

 They smiled softly. "Will you sleep in there with me tonight?"

Katsuki moved to sit up all the way. "Are you sure?"

[Name] nodded. Hesitantly, Katsuki followed them back to their once shared room. [Name] laid down first, then Katsuki. They were quiet for a while. On their separate sides of the bed. But then [Name] moved to lay their lay on his shoulder. He tensed up immediately.

"I never gave up hope, you know," they said. "I never gave up hoping you'd find me. I'm glad you never stopped looking."

"I wasn't going to lose," Katsuki grunted. "I lost anyway."

"I wish I could help the police more. But I can only tell them what I know. That I was blindfolded...and dumped on the outskirts of the city." [Name] paused. "I guess I'm lucky though. I found my way back. And I didn't lose my mind."

Katsuki folded his hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling. "You don't have to talk about it."

"I just want you to know," [Name] started. "That in times where I was allowed to sleep. When my body gave out - I didn't dream of the hell you they showed me. I dreamt of the real you. Of all the sweet things you did, and how safe I knew your arms really were. You were such a lovely hell. There were times when I lost myself in it. They took everything I loved about you and twisted it up. Made it wrong. But, when I came out of it, I always remembered that tree. The other, real memories followed.

"I always asked myself, what would Katsuki do? And I knew you'd never let them sully my image. So I tried to not let them ruin yours. -- I just want to make this right. I want to make this feel right again. I want to be like this, without the overwhelming feeling that you're going to kill me. But I know I'm one of the lucky ones. Some of them, they went crazy. You could hear them, hitting their heads against the wall until -"

"I understand," Katsuki noted with a nod. He could hear the hysteria working up in their voice. [Name] sniffled. "You don't have to stay with me, if it hurts too much."

"It would hurt more to not be with you. To let them win. I don't want to be afraid of you...Suki. Even after everything they tried to get me to believe - I love you. I kept the real you in my mind, and I never let you go." [Name] paused. "You kept me sane in that hellhole."

There was a long stretch of silence between them. Only crickets, cars, and sirens to be heard. The tension still twisting around them. Threatening to smother any ounce of normality there was.

"What do we do now?" Katsuki asked, not really sure he wanted the answer.

"We, We work on this. I guess. I'll keep seeing the therapist. And, one day, I promise - I won't be afraid of you." There was a rising tone of determination in [Name] 's voice. "One day, I want to be able to be how we were. Where you were my safety net. Where you were my home. Where I knew with certainty that you weren't going to kill me when my back was turned. - I love you, still. And I don't want all those plans we had to change because of this."

"I love you, too. I won't let those bastards take you again. We'll find them. I promise." Gently, Katsuki leaned his head against [Name]'s. "No matter what. I'm going to keep you safe this time."

~*~

[dirtydobrik]

hickey - d.d.

requested: yes by @automaticpersonkiddiplomat! Can you write a fan fiction where all the vs guys are after the reader but David and y/n are alr dating in secret and he leaves a hickey partly on purpose but the reader is unaware of it everyone figures it out and lowkey sad but also rly happy ? Thank you sm and I love your writing mwah!

word count: 1100

author’s note: this was requested ages ago (so sorry it took so long!) i had a draft of this but i didn’t love how it turned out so i never posted it. but i recently got inspired to rewrite this after I hooked up with a guy and didn’t realize he gave a hickey until a different guy I’ve been talking to noticed it….yikes!

masterlist

“You look really hot today,” Todd grinned, his eyes glazed over from the alcohol he’d been drinking as he shamelessly tried to flirt with you. His eyes wandered down, admiring the low-cut silky black top you were wearing.

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile, although you avoided his gaze completely. You and David were keeping things a secret from everyone, including your friends.

“Come here,” he motioned for you to sit on the couch with him. Your eyes quickly scanned the room, noticed David staring at you from the other side of the room.

“I’m actually going to go grab a drink and do a lap, but I’ll come talk to you later,” you promised, and he nodded in agreement.

As you walked into the kitchen, you felt a hand wrap around your waist. You half expected it to be David and the word “babe” almost slipped out, until you turned your head to realized it was Matt.

“Do you always look this good or did you get dressed up just for me?” he asked with a wink. He chuckled at the cheesy pickup line he used and you rolled your eyes. “But really, you look stunning tonight,” he whispered, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Thanks,” you smiled, not wanting to be rude but also not wanting to lead him on. You were a newer addition to the friend group, so naturally the boys were all going to be interested in the only one who hadn’t been corrupted yet.

You stepped away so his arm wasn’t around you anymore, but you could feel David staring at you. You grabbed a shot glass and poured yourself some tequila.

“Want to do a shot with me?” you asked Matt, and he agreed. You handed him a shot glass of tequila and clinked your glasses together before downing them, making sure to take a boomerang for your Instagram story.

Matt’s arm draped around your shoulder as you followed him outside to join the majority of the people.

“Be my pong partner,” Matt insisted, but you shook you head.

“I shouldn’t drink anymore,” you shrugged, standing off to the side to watch him play. You cheered when he made a shot and he flashed you a grin.  

“Do you think this is funny?” David hissed in your ear, startling you.

“What?” you asked, innocently, wanting to rile him up again.

“Flirting with my friends. You know, making them think they have a chance with you when we both know that you’re mine.”

He then grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the crowd. He pushed you up against the side of the house, hidden behind the bushes. He pressed his lips against yours and you deepened the kiss. He moved from your lips to your neck, biting and sucking at it, and you let out a quiet moan. His lips returned to yours and you continued to make out for a little bit longer.

Someone shouting for David interrupted you, and you told him to go so you two wouldn’t be caught. You tied your hair back, since it was a mess from being pressed up against the side of the house. The party was dying down, and it was mostly just close friends now.

“So, how’s about we go find somewhere talk,” Todd said, coming up to you as you walked back inside. But as he got closer, his eyes widened, and he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “Oh, uh, never mind.”

“What? Why?” you asked, confused.

“I guess Matt made a move first.”  

“Todd, what are you talking about?” you questioned.

“The huge hickey on your neck,” he stated like it was obvious.

Your stomach dropped. “Fuck,” you muttered to yourself.

“It wasn’t there earlier, and I mean, I saw you go outside with him. I’m not that surprised,” Todd rambled, and you felt like you were going to throw up.

You grabbed Todd’s hand and pulled him into an empty room. “Okay, listen. I need to be completely honest with you. Just listen.”

Todd sat on the edge of the bed and watched you pace back and forth. You racked your brain trying to think of how to phrase this.

“The hickey isn’t from Matt. It’s from David. We’ve been dating for about a month now.”

“So why did you let both Matt and I flirt with you? I feel like I crossed a line by hitting on my friend’s girlfriend. Shit, I’m so sorry,” Todd apologized.

“It’s fine. You were both flirting with me before I started dating David and you would’ve known something was up if I just stopped flirting back after doing so for months,” you shrugged.

You took your hair out of a ponytail and tried to hide the hickey. You didn’t think about the fact that coming out of an empty room with Todd would look suspicious, especially to Matt. He immediately noticed the red bruise on your neck when you looked down to avoid meeting his eyes.

“A hickey? Really, Todd?” he said loudly, causing your friends to listen to the conversation.

“It’s not from me,” Todd insisted, and Matt rolled his eyes, not buying a single word Todd was saying.

A few more people were now listening to the two exchange words about the hickey on your neck and your face was red with embarrassment. Your eyes met David’s as he walked inside with his camera to see what all the shouting was about.

Zane noticed you eyeing David from across the room and he had a light bulb moment. “Holy shit!” he shouted, standing up. “You and David!” he exclaimed.

“What?” Matt shouted.

Everyone fell silent and you gulped. David pushed through the crowd and came up next to you, a smirk on his face. And that’s when it hit you. He had done this on purpose.  

“You’re a total asshole,” you hissed. “We weren’t going to tell anyone for three months. We had a plan.”

“I told you to stop flirting with my friends. Besides they were going to find out about us anyways, we suck at keeping secrets,” David shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Everyone was staring at you in complete shock, a deafening silence filling the room as they waited for David to say something.

“Okay, well, as everyone probably knows by now, we’re dating,” David said, reaching down and grabbing your hand. Then he turned to face Matt and Todd, directing his next sentence at them. “And I would really appreciate it if you two stopped flirted with her.”

You giggled and stepped closer to David. “And I would really appreciate it if you didn’t give me another visible hickey.”

[johnismyreason]

deal with her part.3 // Alfie Solomons x Shelby Sister!Reader

Sorry it took me a while to write part. 3 but I’ve been soooo busy lately, it’s insane. Anyway, I hope that you’ll like it ! 

Words: 1.9K

Warnings: language, none, bad English because I’m French. 

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PART 1 / PART 2 / MASTERLIST

“You and Alfie”. he spits in a low voice. Your heart drops and your eyes open wide. This meeting will take longer than you had plan.

Shit. You thought for yourself. How the hell did he know ? Did he follow you ? Did one of the peaky boys follow you on his order ? You can’t believe he would has done something like this, to you. You’re speechless and don’t know what to respond. How are you going to get out of this ?

“What do you mean ?” is the only thing you find to say.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N. I saw you and that piece of crap last night.” he wants to yell but he heard people coming in the bet shop.

“You followed me ?!”

“Fuck yeah I did ! That’s not the problem, Y/N”

“Yes it fucking is, Thomas ! Gosh ! I can’t believe you did that !” you throw your hands in the air in disappointment, starting to walk in circles.

“Y/N, Y/N” he repeats trying to catch your attention. “I saw you kissing him”. He now definitely has your attention. You turn around to face him. You are boiling. He followed you all night long. The one date you had in forever was ruined by your older brother.

“You know what ? Fuck that.” you say calmly. He straightens up, sighing. “Fuck the peaky blinders, fuck this business, fuck this family, and fuck you.” He blinks a few times. “Yeah, Tommy. Fuck you. Fuck you for wanting to ruin the only good thing in my life right now. For being so overprotective towards me it becomes fucking ridiculous. For choosing me a life I don’t want. For never telling me a thing about your life but you find it normal for you to interfere in mine. For not allowing me to fucking exist.” you walk closer towards him as you recite your monologue, an accusing finger pointing at him. “Fuck you” you conclude, your finger crashing on his chest. You look at each other in his eyes both furious, but not for the same reasons. You were furious at him because he intruded in your private life. He was furious at him because you lied to him. You walk past him to get out of the bet shop.

“Y/N where’re you going ?” he sighs, tired of fighting you. You don’t even respond. You slam the door behind you and walk away.

You are boiling. You just can’t believe your own brother spied on you, the only night you had a proper date. No, actually, you’re not even surprised. Tommy thinks he has everyone’s life in his hand and can do everything he wants with it, in order to make his different businesses flourish. You remember what he did to John: poor boy wanted to marry Lizzie and instead he married a stranger the day he met her. They’re lucky they fell in love with each other the moment their eyes met but still, that was the worst thing Tommy has ever done. You didn’t want to come to the wedding in the first place, but you wanted to be here for John.

You are mumbling things, looking like crazy, people step away from you on the street when they pass you. You don’t really know of where you’re heading, letting your feet think for you. You find yourself in front of a door you barely know but means so much to you. You knock on it and a tall man opened.

“I want to see Alfie” you order him.

“Who the fuck are you ?” he despises you.

“Just call him” you sound way too threatening for your small stature, forcing him to execute your command.

“Wait here” you roll your eyes but do as he says. You walk in circles in the courtyard, trying to figure everything that is going on. You are so lost in your thoughts you don’t hear Alfie calling you.

“Y/N ?” he asks a little louder resting one hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. You flinch at the sound and contact, turning to him. “Are you alr-” you don’t let me finish his question when you grab his face and kiss him. He’s a little caught out of guard but finally relaxes and wraps his arms around you.

When he breaks the kiss, he moves his hands to cup your cheek so he can see your eyes. “Oi, what’s going on, love ?”. You try to hide the premises of tears in your eyes by closing them.

“Tommy” is the only word you manage to say. “Tommy knows… about us, about yesterday”. Alfie blinks a few processing what you just said.

“What ? How ?”

“I-...” you can’t respond because of the knot in your throat and just fall in his arms.

“Ok, alright, love, let’s just get inside so I can prepare you a cup of tea, ey ?” you nod in respond and he kisses the top of your head before leading you inside. He closes the door of his office after sitting you on a chair. He orders one of his man to bring some tea and whisky. He then kneels to your level and brings a tissue to your face to wipe your tears away. “Ok sweetie, why don’t you just tell what happened ?” he asks in the softest voice you ever heard.

“I was supposed to meet him this morning, and-... and he just asked me about you and I, like that out of the blue, not even saying ‘hello’ or anything… He knew I was going out, so he spied on me, and saw everything. Even our kiss…” your voice trembles between your sobs and you can’t look Alfie in his eyes. “I fucking hate him, Alfie” you sob in a whisper.

“Don’t say that, love,” he sticks a strand of your hair behind your ear to get a better look at you. “Yes it’s totally a bitch move but… When you have a person like you in your life, you’re ready to do anything to protect them. Don’t be too harsh on him” he consoles you.

“How can you not be fucking angry at him ?” you demand between gritted teeth. He caresses your cheek and smiles gently.

“He’s not my family. Listen, he went to far last night, I get it. But I know what family means to that lil’ fucker of your brother” it makes you chuckle. “And I know how mad he can turn if his family is in danger. Boy is so tiny but scares the shit out of me”, again you laugh.

Hearing  your laugh brings light and joy to Alfie and he swears internally to God, that he will make sure to hear that sound everyday of his life. “You should go see him, and forgive him”. You look up to him wondering if he was serious. He nods lightly his head confirming what he just said.

“Only if you come with me” you say, straight face. Alfie coughs a laugh, thinking you are joking. The look on your face clearly tells the contrary.

“No.” he rises and you follow his move. “No, no, no, no, no. No fucking way”

“Alfie, here’s your tea” interrupts the poor man who was in charge of the tea.

“Get the fuck out here !” Alfie barks back. The door quickly closes after that.

“Please, Alfie ! I don’t want to face him alone. Plus, if he sees us together maybe he will understand better” you plead him.

“Absolutely fucking not Y/N ! It’s your family, your business.” he turns around so he can’t see your face anymore, both of his hands resting on his hips. You walk closer to him and wrap your arms around him.

“He’s your family too now. I know that you and I is very -very- fresh, but we both know that it’s different from anything we knew before.” he sighs, hating the fact that you’re right. You tiptoe to rest your chin on his broad shoulder. “Do it for me” you beg him softly. Somehow you knew that this simple sentence will convince him to come with you.

He breathes in loudly and turn back to you, cuping your now dry cheeks “Fine. He better not kill me” he half jokes. You interlace your arms around his neck with the biggest smile on your face before kissing him again and again. He laughs at your childishness. “God the things I wouldn’t do for you…” Alfie kisses the tip of your nose before stepping back. “Where the fuck is that tea !?” You chuckle.

When you finish your tea, you put your coat back on to leave Alfie’s office.

“Where’re going, sweetie ?” he asks

You look at him genuinely confused “Um, well, to see Tommy, with you… like we just said”

“Oh shit, you meant now ?” he answers wide eyes “Nah, nah, I thought, like maybe… one day”

“One day ? What do you mean ? That could be in a year !”

“Then what would be the matter ?” he replies a grin on his face. You puff in shock.

“The matter would be that I refuse to live without my brother for over a year ! You said ‘one day’ uh ? Well that day is today.” you rest your fists on your hips, giving him a hard look.

“What’s the rush ? We’ve got plenty of time !” he said in a defensive tone.

“Ok, fine. You don’t come with me now, we don’t see each other till you decide it’s the right time. Good day, baby” you turn your heels and head for the door but Alfie cuts you off.

“Fine !” he sighs. You grin, content you won. He sees it and shakes his head. “Gosh, are you always that stubborn ?”

“You signed for your nightmare, with me.” you delicately kiss him on his lips, teasing him slightly.

“I fucking did, yeah” he jokes in a low voice, your faces a few inches apart. You chuckle and give him his coat. “Come on, we can have a nice lunch after that”, you offer.

“Only if I’m still alive” Alfie replies putting his coat on.

“Well, if you’re dead, I’ll just have lunch with someone else” you fix his collar before dragging him outside.

On your way to the bet shop, you gave Alfie a full list of things he shouldn’t say. “Don’t joke about him, or me, or us. Don’t talk about the family, neither. Don’t tell him that you like me. No pet name like love, honey, baby...”

“‘Right, so basically you don’t want me to talk” he concludes as he stops walking.

“Exactly.” Alfie rolls his eyes and he starts walking again when you pull him by the hand.

You both arrive at the betting shop. When you pass the door, everything was silent. You frown thinking it shouldn’t be that way. Normally, there are a lot of clients who are shouting the names of the horse they’re betting on, and how much money they want to put. But right now, the room is empty, and your family is nowhere to be seen.

“Business is going well, I see.” Alfie teases.

“Where is everyone ?” you question yourself.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps at the end of the long hallway, where Tommy's office is. They're heavy, determined, almost angry. The noise gets louder as he gets closer. Thomas. His fists are clenched, moving in sync with his body. Tommy stops and points his gun at Alfie.

“This already isn’t starting so well, innit ?” Alfie jokes, his accent thicker than before.

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Return to Me - Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Penance

A/N: Sorry, sorry, I know it’s late! Thanks for sticking with the story so far! I feel a little iffy about this chapter so let me know what you think! As always, let me know if you want to be tagged, or if you have any questions, too.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 4,878 Synopsis: Reeling from their fight, both Poe and the reader find themselves worse off than they expected after the First Order destroys the base on D’Qar and leaves them stranded in space. 

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“What took so long?” Nové asked, ushering you towards your starship as you stormed out of the base.

“Just had to tie up some loose ends,” you said, hiking up your skirt a bit to keep up with her. She was taking her strides three at a time, trying to get you on your ship as quick as possible. The First Order fleet hovered above you, sending down missiles at your shields that were slowly diminishing. 

“Is everything alr—” An explosion cut her off and sent the two of you flying back as your starship burst into flames. One of the missiles that had penetrated through the shield obliterated your means of escape, meaning that you had to think quickly. Most likely, Zaisa and Nolbowl had both been aboard the ship, which meant that you and Nové were now alone.

“Fuck,” you muttered, struggling to get up off the ground. Nové quickly rushed to your side and asked if you were alright. “I’m fine. What are we going to do now?”

“I don’t know,” Nové said, looking around the base. All around you, people were rushing towards their escape pods. You hadn’t intended to stick around with the Resistance, especially not after the fight you got in with Poe, but you also had no intention of dying here. 

“Come on,” you said, quickly grabbing Nové’s hand. You both stood and rushed to one of the escape pods. 

Commander D’Acy was at the entrance of the pod, checking in the Resistance as they boarded. When she saw the two of you running towards her, she gave you a disparaging look but allowed you both onboard. 

The door to the pod quickly shut behind the two of you, and just as soon as it was, the pod took off. Not a moment too quickly, you realized, as you looked back at the base you had called home for so long begin to come under fire as you very nearly escaped it. You frowned, but at least mostly everyone had managed to get off-planet before the destruction began. You hoped Poe had been one of those lucky ones, too.

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“The hero I’ve always been, huh?” Poe muttered to himself, gearing up for the crazy mission he had planned. BB-8 asked what he was talking about, but Poe brushed it off. He was going to have to do some serious bullshitting if this plan was going to work, which he was used to, but he needed to push your fight from his mind in order to do so. 

He took a deep breath as the commlink with the First Order ship opened up. BB-8 beeped his worry, but Poe tried not to feel it. Or at least, he tried not to show his worry, either.

“Happy beeps here, buddy, come on. We’ve pulled crazier stunts than this,” Poe said, flipping a few of the controls on his X-Wing.

“Just for the record, Commander Dameron, I’m with the droid on this one,” Leia said.

“Thanks for your support, General,” he said, taking a deep breath, “Happy beeps,” he said to himself. 

“Attention! This is Commander Poe Dameron of the Resistance fleet, I have an urgent communique for General Hugs,” he announced through the connection with the First Order. Hux’s snide voice rang through his X-Wing.

“This is General Hux,” he emphasized, correcting Poe on his purposeful mispronunciation of his name, “ Of the First Order. The Republic is no more. Your fleet are rebel scum and war criminals. Tell your precious princess there will be no terms, there will be no surrender.” Poe rolled his eyes, watching as his X-Wing slowly prepared for his attack.

“Hi,” Poe said, trying to sound as confused as possible, “I'm holding for General Hugs.”

“This is Hux. You and your friends are doomed! We will wipe your filth from the galaxy!”

“Okay,” Poe said, “I'll hold.” He couldn’t help the small smile that grew on his face, even though he was staring down his own death.

“Hello?” Hux asked hesitantly through the intercom.

"Hello? Yup. I'm still here,” Poe responded. There wasn’t a response for a minute, and Poe’s heart began to race, worried that they had figured out his plan before his ship was ready. “Hugs?” he asked again. “With an H. Skinny guy, kinda pasty.”

“I can hear you,” Hux said, “Can you hear me?” Poe watched eagerly as his ship readied for the attack, just as the First Order got wise to his trick

"Look, I can't hold forever. If you reach him, tell him Leia has an urgent message for him . . . about his mother,” he added. Poe heard Hux command that they open fire, just as his ship was finally ready. “BB-8, punch it!” he yelled.

The litte droid beeped excitedly as Poe’s ship took off, sending both Poe and BB-8 back as the force of the ship kicked in. Instead of focusing on the control bridge, as he knew the First Order would assume he would, he turned his attention to the dreadnought. Even if the Resistance was to escape D’Qar, they were going to have a hard time getting away if that ship was still here. And even if they got away, it still needed to be taken out. These dreadnoughts were able to kill entire fleets.

“Woohoo! That's got a kick!” Poe yelled as he soared full speed over the dreadnought, weaving through the shots they were taking at him as he shot down their cannons. “All right, taking out the cannons now. Tallie, start your approach,” he commanded.

“Copy that,” Tallie replied over intercome.

“One cannon left! And here comes the parade,” Poe said, watching as a fleet of TIE fighters came for him.

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“Your Highness.” You turned away from your perch at the window, watching as you flew from the First Order ship, not entirely sure how you were all going to get away, when you turned to look back at Commander D’Acy.

"Commander,” you said with a soft smile.

“I don’t mean to be rude, Y/N, but what are you doing here?” she asked.

“Our starship was destroyed as we tried to leave,” you said. “This was our only option.” D’Acy nodded her head and looked nervously at the First Order ships. “I know,” you said simply, sighing “I’ll speak with Leia. It’s my fault, we should have left earlier.”

“It’s not that, it’s just . . .” Again, she looked at the First Order ships, now firing on something you couldn’t see. “You were supposed to be long gone, far from here and safe.”

“I know,” you said with a frown. D’Acy took a breath, realizing there wasn’t anything more she could do, and stood as the tractor beam from the Raddus pulled you in.

You followed the rest of the rebels off of the pod and made your way towards the bridge, knowing that you’d find Leia there. 

The scene wasn’t much different on the bridge, either. Everywhere you looked, people were rushing around, trying to finalize their escape. A voice called your name, and you turned your head, expecting to see Leia, and instead, finding Amilyn Holdo walking towards you. You smiled widely and quickly embraced her.

“Y/N,” she said again, smiling at you.

“I didn’t see you on base before,” you said, your hand still on the arm of your former mentor.

“Well, I was putting out a few fires. You’re not supposed to be here,” she said sharply. “What happened?”

“My ship blew up before I could reach it.”

“Well, thank the Force you weren’t on board when it happened.”

“What are we still doing here?” you asked, looking over at the map of the First Order’s fleet of ships, still at your tail. “Shouldn’t we be leaving by now?”

“We’re waiting for our bombing fleet,” she said, a definite edge in her voice.

“Bombing fleet?” you asked. Holdo nodded over to the command table, where you saw Leia standing. 

“It seems Commander Dameron’s brilliant plan is going to give us the proper stalling we need to escape,” she said, turning her attention to the two of you.

“What is he doing?” you asked.

“Going for the dreadnought,” Leia muttered. You walked over to her side quickly, watching Poe’s X-Wing flying towards the dreadnought, followed by a fleet of TIE fighters.

“Call him back.” She gave you a look, making you sigh. You knew better. Once Poe had his mind set on something, it was hard to convince him of anything else. Especially when he was upset, which he absolutely was after your fight.

“We need to stall them or we’ll never make it out of here,” she said. You nodded and chewed your lip, watching Poe’s X-Wing carefully.

“General, the last pod has escaped,” an officer on the bridge reported.

“You did it, Poe,” Leia said with a relieved smile, “Now get your squad back here so we can get out of this place.”

“No, General, we can do this!” he yelled, his voice coming in fuzzy through the intercom, “We have the chance to take out a dreadnought! These things are fleet killers, we can’t let it get away!”

“Disengage now, Commander. That is an order.” Poe flicked off his commlink, ignoring her order. She glanced up at you, anger in her eyes, but there was nothing either of you could do. You could only watch as the dreadnought was destroyed, along with your entire bombing fleet.

The escape from The First Order was quick after that. Once the dreadnought was destroyed, the Resistance made a clean getaway, jumping into Hyperspace. There was nothing you could say to comfort Leia. She had just lost her entire base, and now her bombing fleet, with no promise of a safe place to land.

“We need a plan,” she said, turning towards Ackbar and D’Acy. “We are low on fuel and can’t stay in Hyperspace forever.”

“Dropping out of Hyperspace now,” an officer called as the ship jumped slightly. Holdo brought you along as she approached Leia, Ackbar, and D’Acy. Huddled together, the small group discussed what allies might let you hold up where, even if only for a little while. You hadn’t noticed that Leia had left your group until you heard a slap. You all turned your heads and saw Leia standing in front of Poe, his face still turned from the force of her slap.

“You’re demoted,” she said instantly.

“What? Wait! We took down a dreadnought,” he said, stopping her from walking away.

“At what cost?”

“You start an attack, you follow it through,” he said simply.

“Poe, get your head out of your cockpit.” Poe looked away from her, trying to keep control of his frustrations. “There are things that you cannot solve by jumping in an X-Wing and blowing something up! I need you to learn that.” Her eyes traveled over to you as Poe nodded his head reluctantly. You tried to turn away, but not before Poe saw you watching their conversation, too.

“There were heroes on that mission,” he tried, grabbing her arm as she walked away.

“Dead heroes,” she corrected, “No leaders.” Poe looked solemn as she walked away and his eyes found you. The look of disappointment on his face didn’t fade as he approached you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“My ship was destroyed during the evacuation,” you said, stepping away from the group as Leia rejoined it.

“Well, are you staying on board or are you taking a pod back to Naboo?”

“Eager to get rid of me so quickly?” you challenged.

“Just figured you had other, more important things to take care of,” he said condescendingly. You rolled your eyes.

“I do and hopefully with people who know how to listen to orders.” Poe opened his mouth to retort back as Leia spoke.

“Y/N, Poe does bring up a good point,” she said, coming up behind you and interrupting your fight before it could happen.

“You want me to leave, too?” She smiled at you, putting you at ease slightly.

“I told you before, I can’t put you at risk anymore,” she said. 

“I know. I need to go home. I’ll speak to Nové and figure out a plan. I won’t take one of your pods, though. I came here to bring you resources, not take them away,” you said. Leia reached out and took your hand in hers. “Let me reach out to some of my contacts, too. I’ll find you a place.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” You nodded and started to make your way off of the bridge, trying not to look at Poe, just as a red light started flashing and an alarm began blaring.

“Proximity alert!” Admiral Ackbar shouted.

“They found us,” Commander D'Acy muttered.

“That's impossible,” Poe said, watching in shock as instantly, a fleet of First Order ships flew out of Hyperspace, including a ship that could mean nothing but mortal terror. “That's Snoke's ship,” Poe lamented, approaching Admiral Ackbar at his command, “You've got to be kidding me. Can we jump to lightspeed?”

“We have enough fuel resources for just one jump.”

“Well then do it. We’ve got to get out of here,” Poe said. 

“Wait,” Leia said, raising a ringed finger, “They've tracked us through lightspeed.”

“That's impossible,” Finn said.

“Yes, but they've done it.”

“So, if we jump to lightspeed they'll just find us again and we'll be out of fuel. They've got us.”

“Not yet they don't,” Poe said, running in front of Leia, “Permission to jump in an X-Wing and blow something up?”

“Permission granted,” she said, shaking her head slightly. “Admiral, spin us around,” Leia ordered. She looked back at you and frowned. “I’m sorry, I would never have invited you to our base in the first place if I knew I was going to put you in this much danger, especially so frequently.” You watched Poe rush out of the room, Finn following close behind. You struggled to pull your eyes from him, instantly regretting the last words you had said to him if this was to be the end. 

“I know. It’s okay,” you said, looking back at her.

“Get somewhere safe.”

“Leia—”

“That's an order. Go!” Leia looked over at Nové waiting at the entrance of the bridge and nodded to her. She pulled you off of the bridge and tried to lead you to the deeper center of the cruiser.

“Y/N, come on,” she pestered.

“Give me a minute,” you said, taking off down the hall. You regretted wearing the dress as you couldn't move as quickly through the halls as you would like. “Poe! Poe, wait!” you called, finally finding him a few feet from the hangar. He looked back at you as he continued to run, and after a few more steps, stopped.

“What?” he asked.

“Just—” you stopped, sighing. “I’m sorry. Be careful.” The corner of his mouth turned up as he nodded softly.

“You too.”

“I'll see you soon.” He sprinted off down the hall, making up time for the seconds he lost talking to you. You turned from the hallway, close enough to hear the scrambling in the hangar, and close enough to feel the impact of the explosion as it was destroyed. Stumbling into a wall, you watched the doors to the hangar close. Ready to scream, you stood and saw Poe. He looked hurt, but he wasn't floating in space.

“Poe!” you yelled, running to help him stand as Finn came up, too. Poe was holding his leg, looking in turmoil at the closed hangar.

“We need to get out of range of those star destroyers,” he struggled to say. You both helped him stand as BB-8 reconnected and beeped at you frantically. “You need to get somewhere else.”

“No, I—”

“You are more important than most on this cruiser,” he said, looking at you with wide eyes. You shook your head as Nové appeared at the end of the hallway.

“You could use my help,” you said, looking at him seriously. He smiled slightly and nodded.

“I know, and I know you want to help.” 

“Don't do anything stupid on that leg,” you said, sighing as you walked to Nové. She looked extremely relieved to see you alive as you approached. She touched your arms, making sure you were truly alright.

“Come on, Zaisa found an internal room least likely to be struck.”

“That's not going to matter if the entire cruiser goes down,” you began bitterly, before realizing what Nové had said. “Wait, Zaisa’s alive?”

“She boarded a transport, too. She left the starship looking for us.” You nodded your head, relieved that at least she had survived. You weren’t entirely sure it was going to matter, though, now. Nové gave you a look, telling you she was thinking the same as she led you to the room Zaisa had roped off.

A loud explosion came from above as you waited, and worry flooded your veins even more. You listened to the clamoring feet from above and looked at Nové pleadingly.

“Better them than you,” she said. You rolled your eyes, knowing that wasn't true. Neither was what Poe said about you being more important than anyone on the ship. The Resistance was necessary to every person in the galaxy who wanted to lead a life out of the controlling hands of the First Order. There was no way your safety was nearly as important as the Resistance’s survival.

A group of people ran past the room, and you pushed past Zaisa and opened the door to hear what they were saying.

“The General? The entire bridge?” 

Nové was at your tail and heard the news, too. You both exchanged a look and looked back at Zaisa. She gave you a warning look, telling you no before you could even do anything. With a smirk, you ducked into the crowd of people running past your room. You didn't stop running until you were two floors up.

“If anyone asks,” Nové said, panting, “I was trying to stop you.” You nodded and gave her another second before you made your way towards the bridge. The door was sealed off, with flaring lights at its head.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” 

You turned around and found Poe limping down the hallway towards you and Nové. Your heart had fallen into your stomach at hearing of the bridge's destruction, but seeing Poe alive lifted it a little. He looked like he wanted to scold you, and even started to do so as he approached, but all you could do was nod at what he was saying and hug him.

Your action threw him for a moment. He trailed off, not remembering what he was saying as he wrapped you in his arms, too, holding you close to his chest. Nové cleared her throat behind you both a few seconds later, reminding you that she was still there.

“What happened?” you asked, pulling away from him. His eyes locked with yours, and a little fire started in your stomach until you remembered why you both were here.

“The entire bridge is gone,” he said sadly.

“Leia?”

“Was the only survivor. I don't know much else. Finn and I watched the bridge explode—”

“Y/N.” You looked behind Poe and saw Amilyn moving towards you. Smiling, she put a hand on your arm, seeing the relieved look on your face. “You shouldn't be here.” Poe tutted slightly, making you smile.

“Where's Leia?” you asked.

“Medical Wing. Stay there until we get out of range of the First Order.” You began to argue but she held up a hand. “Please.”

“Fine.” Poe had a triumphant smirk on his face, and you rolled your eyes as you passed. You bumped your shoulder against his and he laughed softly, waiting for information from Holdo. Nové went down to inform Zaisa that you were alright after dropping you off at the Medical Wing.

Leia was in a coma. You had no idea how she was able to move through space and survive, but you were glad she did. The people you cared about most made it through, you told yourself, trying to look on the happier side of things. However, with the trailing First Order, it was hard to find that side.

Later on, Poe walked into the Medical Wing. You stood from Leia's side and remembered the last time the two of you had stood over an unconscious friend. Shame filled your bloodstream as you looked at him. You had lost your cool before, still reeling from the death of your parents, Han, and now a handful of people you had studied with and admired in your time with the Resistance. You were supposed to be a queen with composure, but there were some times you lost your nerves, too.

“Hey,” you said.

“They're about to give the debriefing. I figured you'd want to listen in.”

“I do, but what about you?”

“What about me?” he asked.

“You should get your leg checked out.”

“I'm fine.”

“You got blasted into a wall,” you said plainly. He frowned and nodded his head towards the door.

“I’m fine. Come on, we can't miss the debrief.” You frowned as you followed him up the stairs. Amilyn nodded your way as you sat near the front with Poe's fellow remaining pilots. Commander D'Acy stood and nodded at the group that had gathered.

“General Organa– Leia– is unconscious, but recovering,” she began, sighing. “That's the only good news I have. Admiral Ackbar, all of leadership, are gone. Leia was the sole survivor on the bridge.”

“Oh dear!” Threepio exclaimed.

“If she were here, she'd say save your sorrow for after the fight. To that end, the chain of command is clear as to who should take her place.” Poe picked his head up expectantly at this and you locked eyes. “Vice Admiral Holdo of the cruiser, Ninka.” He clenched his jaw and looked back down.

“Thank you, Commander,” Amilyn said, coming to the front. “Four hundred of us on three ships. We're the very last of the Resistance, but we're not alone. In every corner of the galaxy, the downtrodden and oppressed know our symbol and they put their hope in it. We are the spark that will light the fire that will restore the Republic. That spark, this resistance, must survive. That is our mission. Now, to your stations and may the Force be with us.” Everyone around you started to stand up. You looked over at Poe and saw that he looked less than impressed.

“Going to go get that leg looked at?” you asked, hoping to coax him away from whatever fight was growing behind his eyes.

“I'm going to see what's going on first,” he said, standing.

“Amilyn just told us.”

“No, she said keep doing what we're doing. That's not a plan.”

“Vice Admiral, Commander Dameron,” he introduced as he approached her, making Amilyn look over at you with a smirk. “With our current fuel consumption, there's a very limited amount of time that we can stay out of range of those star destroyers.”

“Very kind of you to make me aware,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension.

“We need to shake them before we can find a new base, so . . . what's our plan?” Poe asked with the same level of contempt.

“Our plan, Captain? Not commander, right? Wasn't it Leia's last official act to demote you for your Dreadnought plan? Where we lost our entire bombing fleet?”

“Captain, Commander, you can call me whatever you like, I just want to know what's going on,” he said with a challenging look.

“Of course, you do. I understand. I've dealt with plenty of trigger-happy flyboys like you. You're impulsive,” she said, getting in his face, talking low, “Dangerous, and the last thing we need right now. So, stick to your post, and follow my orders.”

“And which orders would that be, Vice Admiral?” Poe asked, clenching his teeth.

“Get yourself cleaned up, and when I need you, I'll let you know.” Poe sighed and began to step away when she spoke again. “Oh, and take Y/N with you. Make sure she stays safe and in the Medical Wing.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Poe said, storming past you as he walked out. He stalked out of the bridge, not bothering to wait for you to join him.

“Poe! Come on, I can't run in this,” you said, struggling to catch up. He slowed and sighed as you caught up.

“No one asked you to come dressed up as a damn princess,” he said, pushing open a door to a staircase leading down to the Medical Wing. You scoffed and grabbed his arm, stopping him in the abandoned staircase.

“I understand you're angry—”

“Of course, I'm angry! What else am I supposed to be?” he yelled, making you flinch a little. He frowned at your reaction and took hold of your arms, rubbing his thumbs up and down softly. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't be taking this out on you, it's just,” he stopped and sighed, “I feel so powerless. About what happened with the dreadnought, and on the hangar, then the bridge, and— and with you,” he added softly.

“I know, so do I,” you said gently. He nodded and dropped his hands. “Let's just go check on Leia. And get you cleaned up.”

“You don't have to be my nurse,” he said, following you down the stairs.

“I'm not going to be your nurse,” you said, opening the door to the Medical Wing. “They moved Leia to a separate room. I need to contact Naboo. Can you stay out of trouble until then?”

“I think I can manage,” he said with a smile. You smiled back gently and closed the door behind you before making your way to Leia's room. You let yourself in and saw Nové speaking to a blue image on Hologram. You stepped in and saw that she was talking to Broden.

“Ah, my lady,” he said when you appeared in the picture. “Nové was just filling me in on what has been happening. I’m glad to see you’re alright.”

“Thank you, Sarsa. We need help.”

“I know. I’m just not sure what we can do.”

“What do you mean? Send our fleet, we need a rescue,” you said plainly.

“Our fleet is nothing compared to the First Order’s. If the Hosnian system had been spared, we could call on the Republic Starfleet, but now I’m not sure what to do.”

“So, you’re just going to leave your queen to die?” Nové asked.

“Absolutely not, but as far as our people know,” he said, looking at you seriously, “You are alive and well here on Naboo.”

“I know, but right now, the fate of the Resistance, of the galaxy, relies on us escaping. If we don’t stop the First Order, they will continue to destroy all the good left in the world until there is no one left to stand up to them. We need help. Now.”

“Of course,” he said, shaking his head, “You’re right. I’ll get our fleet ready and send word to our allies. We need to turn the attack on Hosnian Prime into a call to action, not a tool of fear mongering. I’ll—”

“Lord Broden? Sarsa?” you called as he looked panicked, looking off to the side. His holographic image began to distort, and the last thing you saw before he disappeared was the helmet of a Stormtrooper.

For a moment, you were too stunned to speak. You could only stare at the spot that Broden’s holographic figure had been, hoping to bring him back by sheer force of will. When the silence was finally broken, it was Nové who spoke first.

“I can try calling back, seeing if I can contact Loré or Sondé—”

“If they got to Broden, that means Naboo is taken,” you said weakly. Nové nodded her head solemnly.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. Even if you had been there, you couldn’t have stopped them.” You sighed and nodded your head. You still hadn’t looked at her, too focused on the spot Sarsa had previously been. 

“Naboo is taken,” you said again, the weight of it washing over you as you sat down next to her, too stunned to speak. The last bit of hope that you would escape from the First Order was gone in an instant, just like so many others who died on the bridge in an instant.