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☆ MIDAS x TROPHY-WIFE!READER ☆

trophy wife definition — a young, attractive woman who is the wife of a rich and successful older person and acts as a symbol of the person's social position.

┆rori's note: been MEANING to write for midas... this also ties in with jealous!midas as well... i hope i wrote him how you guys expected :) also here is what i think his voice sounds like, either that or matthew mercer (leon kennedy va) 😩

┆disclaimer/tags: ♯ smutty , more modern . . . you two are at an exceptionally boring party and midas takes you away from keeping appearances. ୨୧ˊˊ

Your fingertips held the glass gently in your hand, allowing the sparkle of the champagne to invite your empty gaze. You let out a small sigh, lifting the glass to meet your lips as you took a long sip.

You loved your husband, and these parties and events highlighted his successes and rich opportunities to grander prospects... but the small talk and side-eye gaze from other women was enough to slowly kill you. Your lip pouted as you slumped in your seat, the crackle of the fireplace being the only centering element in the room thus far until a hint of gold captured you, eyes flickering over to your husband with a knowing smile.

Midas had worn a suit, much more formal than he would have preferred... but he knew what these events took. You noticed he had given his final remarks before parting, approaching you. Midas took place behind you, each hand resting on either side of your chair as he leaned above you. "Hello, my love," he murmured in a low rumble, his voice hinting at exhaustion from the socialization... but he always made time to speak with you. "Quite exciting over here, isn't it?" He spoke sarcastically, making you roll your eyes and gently slap his arm.

"Just riveting," you spoke back, the both of you shooting back snarky remarks. Midas lifted his hands from the chair, walking to the side of you before gently caressing the nape of your neck. You shivered. "I'm tired of sitting pretty." You spoke as politely as you could, knowing your status was purely to make Midas look good... though, he denied it through his sincere devotion to you.

"Can't be too tiring if you're lovely all the time." he gave a soft smile before breaking his gaze from you, eyes scanning the party. Everyone seemed well-occupied, chatting over fine platters and tipsy cocktails. A sigh left him, chest rising and falling noticeably.

You kept your gaze on him, pouting before leaning more into his touch. "Do we have to stay?" You asked, voice hushed but loud enough for only Midas to hear. A smirk flickered over his lips as he looked down at you, his expression almost condescending.

"Why? Can't take another hour?" Midas knew his effect of teasing you, hand still caressing the nape of your neck as you nodded. He hummed in response, parting his gaze from you once more to look over the party. "A moment, my love." His hand parted from you before it slid down your arm, lifting your hand to gently kiss your knuckles... and before you knew it, your husband was gone.

You groaned, frustrated at his empty words as you leaned against the palm of your hand... not too long after, you rose from your seat and approached a table. If you were going to stay for a little while longer, you figured you could make the most of it.

Giving a small smile, a taller—quite attractive—man shared a table with you. He raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n, I presume?" He spoke, voice full of uncertainty... you nodded. "Was wondering what an angel like you was doing at a party like this." A chuckle escaped him as you laughed back, cocking your hip out as you leaned against the table now. Advantage taken.

"Angel? You flatter," Tongue laced with false flirtation and interest, you continued the conversation... hoping you could speak loud enough for your husband to hear. "You must be? Ren, right?" You asked in question, observing his egotistical written name in his coat.

"Correct," he spoke, crossing his arms with a smirk. You felt a certain disgust rise up in your throat, but you choked it down... whatever you could do to get back at your husband and leave.

"I've heard of you," you spoke, a smile approaching your lips to appear as innocent as you could. You leaned up, pointing at him with your glass. "You worked for my husband a while back!" You beamed.

Before you could notice, Midas' ears pricked up, scanning the room for your face once more. His gaze darkened once he found you talking to another man; flirting with another man. He noticed it in the way you leaned in, your hand grazing the lining of his coat, the cock of your hip... his heart raced with an all-familiar fury. Midas was quick to excuse himself from his current conversation, his exit replaced with a hushed inquiry from his guests.

The sound of your husband's footsteps was enough to send shivers down your spine, your eyes widened a bit as his hand immediately found the small of your back. "Evening," he spoke, poisonous. You looked up at him, he wore a fake smile with an even faker tone. Bingo.

Ren froze up, a smile forced on his lips as he nodded his head in response. "Midas," his voice dropped to something more formal, stiffening his posture before placing his half-finished drink down and stole a glance at his watch. "Quite the party... but I’m afraid I must leave." He gave a quick smile before brushing down his coat.

"Yes, you must." His command ruled over Ren's decision, Midas' gaze boring into his before rushing out the door... what reputations do to a man.

Before you could react, Midas' hand fell from your back to your hips, tightening his grip before you could slip away. "Not so fast," he whispered, causing you to sigh and straighten your posture, avoiding his gaze. Midas continued to guide you with his arm wrapped around your waist, disappearing beyond a wall and away from the others. "What was that?" He looked down at you, watching as you fumbled and played with your fingers.

"We were just talking," you whispered, feigning innocence with that pretty little voice of yours. “I can sit pretty but can’t have a conversation?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, raising a brow. Midas knew how you were acting, and he knew precisely how to straighten that out.

“Having a conversation is different than leaning over a table and running your hands over his chest,” His voice was low, eyes lidded over with something darker… you bit your lip as you leaned against the wall, pouting… but just when you began raising your hand towards his chest, he grabbed your wrist. “Don’t.” He warned. You tilted your head.

“Why not?” You shot back, furrowing your brows as Midas grabbed you by both if your wrists and pinned them above your head… his leg slotting perfectly between your thighs.

“Want to find out? You brought me this far, why not finish what you started?” Midas knew just how to bring you towards that tempting edge—you judged it by the thrum of your heart, the heat beating against your body as you shared hot breath. You let out a small whimper, biting your lip. Midas smirked, brushing nose-to-nose as his lips barely grazed yours. “Sounds like it.” Before you could properly think, your lips clashed with his, your husband letting out a small groan… you had him wrapped around your pretty finger.

The two of you were barely hidden behind a wall on the way to the upstairs story… thankfully, no one was impolite enough to snoop beyond the corridor. Midas was fit perfectly between you, one leg rubbed against your inner thigh as you rubbed down against him… he noticed this, parting from your glossed lips as you let out a small gasp for air. Midas was just as drunk off of you as you were on him.

“Quiet,” He demanded, locking eyes with you as his fingertips grazed your hip and further down your black dress. Your husband’s hand was held dangerously close to your panties, the pool of arousal coating his fingers with one swift movement. You hiccup, a low chuckle leaving his throat. “Angel. Quiet.” You bit your lip, nodding obediently as he nodded with you… that small gesture of praise enough to send you over.

Midas’ hands continued to explore the thin fabric beneath your dress, rubbing your clothed pussy with his thumb as he towered over you. His touch was intoxicating, the hush of the party just a wall yonder exciting you as you arched your back slightly. Your husband smiled, pleased with your expression alone. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” Upon hearing his praise, you whimpered in response, bliss washing over you as his hand move up to slip two fingers in your panty line. As his linked fingers held the fabric, he slowly motioned downward, on his knees as he kept eye contact with you. You were now completely exposed to him.

You squirmed, hips swaying before his hands gripped your hips. “Shh.” You knew your husband too well to not notice the risks he takes… this being one of them.

Letting the fabric fall down to your feet, his hands ran up your sides to grip your hips, breaking eye contact as his tongue slithered between your folds. Threatening to make noise, you held a hand at your lips, eyes shut closed as you pushed your hips closer to his mouth. Midas took that as invitation as his tongue ran circles around your clit, causing you to let out a small gasp. Midas’ hand massaged just above your hip, his silent moans muffled by your cunt… the coldness of the gold that painted his hands caused you to shiver.

You soon felt his right hand slowly fall from your hip, the other one stabilizing you while the other found your entrance… furthermore, he began to tease you as his middle finger slowly pushed in and out, causing you to whine. “F…fuck, Midas, just…” you begged, voice hardly audible and cracked. Midas hummed in response, knowing just what his wife wanted.

Your chest hiccuped once his two fingers began to work you open, his tongue busy lapping at your clit while you depended on him to keep your balance. His pace began to quicken, the heat blooming at your stomach began to knot up… your hips bucked against him, causing Midas to smile while he worked up the pace. Your head dropped, your hair falling in front of your face as tears began to prickle in the corners of your eyes.

Your hand was laced in his hair, gripping it with a fistful as he moaned against you… the feeling of your pleasure against his tongue and the pain of your touch enough to drive him dizzy.

Your dress was rolled up against the top of your thighs, Midas’ own doing from his wandering hands… he needed to feel you, all of you… and the way he sucked and kissed your puffy cunt you was enough evidence to show.

Your chest rose and fell, your breath quickening while your husband’s hands slowed and accelerated at your misery… your hand began to fall from your lips, a moan slipping, causing Midas to groan in response… your back arched as you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, releasing as he drank every last drop of your arousal.

Drunk off of your pleasure, you let out a small whimper, head dropping to look your darling husband in the eye. His mouth parted from between your legs, saliva and your release coating his nose and mouth making you flush. Midas let out a low chuckle, a smug smile painted across his face as he licked his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he grumbled, lifting from his knees before his hand hooked beneath your chin, kissing you to get a taste of your own. It was slow and passionate, and your taste alone was enough to feel the returning pulse between your legs. Your husband broke away from the kiss, his tongue sliding over your lip. “Do you forgive me?” He asked, a hint of sincerity laced with his words despite his sarcastic manner. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Gonna take more than that.” You spoke, Midas taking the dark look in your eyes as a challenge… you let out a small gasp as your husband hooked his arms beneath your knees, lifting you bridal style as he began to walk upstairs. “What are you doing?” Disbelief changing your once blissed expression, yet Midas shrugged, despite the booming party below them.

“You said you wanted more, doll…”

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leviathanspain · 11 months

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i just saw your guidelines , thank you!! sorry it flew right over my head, i appreciate you for directing me to the page when you responded :D

i have two ideas but you may choose which one interests you the most!! thank you again so much, i love your writing <3

would like a kylo ren x reader please, pronouns can be whatever you'd like but i prefer she/her. the point of view is up to you! i prefer second but i think you prefer third and/or first and i don't mind either or!

the first idea is kylo and y/n have been together for two years but it was kept within the first order and not public because kylo knew people (like the resistance) might use it against him. maybe during a fight between the first order and the resistance on a planet, y/n would get kidnapped by the resistance. this was finn's idea because he knows kylo has a significant other. what the resistance does with y/n is up to you, whether it be to lead kylo into some sort of trap, or to get information out of her, a mix of both... it's all up to you! finn knows that she's his only weakness. eventually kylo will save her. bonus points if she's in rough shape and in bad physical condition. kylo gets really upset because he thinks he’s doing a bad job keeping her safe and that he failed to protect her. angsty , self-loathing kylo but y/n trying to make him feel better.

the other idea has a bit of angst aspects as well but less action. it’s been about half a year or maybe even a year of kylo and y/n dating. everyone knows of his anger issues and tantrums. not even stormtroopers will want to be within 10 feet of him when he’s having an “episode”. the only person who would go up to him is y/n. one time kylo was so upset that he didn’t think before acting. when y/n went to calm him down he hurt her. nothing too physically harming , it hurt more emotionally than it did physically. maybe he yelled at her a lot and said things he didn’t mean , he could do anything. then she gets super upset and runs off to their shared quarters. he ends up finding her crying.

he’s never seen her cry or show weakness before.

you can pick one of the two!! thank you so much again and please , if these topics aren’t interesting , please tell me <3

stargirl

kylo ren x reader

synopsis: in your captivity, all you can think about is him, in love and in hate

a/n: anything in italics is a past memory, and i just combined the two into one, so i hope you like it!!

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you had wondered when you’d be interrogated. it was inevitable, you had been through enough war and fighting to know that whenever someone was kidnapped and held captive, they would be interrogated.

you had done it before, multiple times.

you couldn’t say that you hated it. the only dark part of your morality let you love what you’ve done. of course, having the pleased eye of kylo ren staring at you was also the encouragement you needed whenever you felt doubts.

the door had opened unexpectedly, you could hear the woosh, and immediately you closed your eyes in anger, “what is it?” you heard the footsteps of heavy boots, most likely a trooper or a knight.

you turned around and saw the opposing figure of one of the knights of ren. you raised your eyebrow and the knight cleared their throat, “master ren has been acting strange,” again they cleared their throat, anxiety waved off of them, “he’s been..” they trailed off and you inhaled slightly.

the knight exhaled, their shoulders dropping with relief at your reaction. this was nothing new. kylo had his fits of rage or tantrums where he was practically inconsolable.

after working with him so closely and developing more than just a friendship, you were well versed in the game of calming down kylo.

you waved the knight away, “i will be right there.” the knight nodded, gave a respectful bow and walked off.

there was a loud slam against your cell that awoke you. the pathetic excuse for a blanket fell of your shoulders as you sat up, wiping your eyes as you heard the cell door creak open, “let’s go.” a hand came up to your arms and pulled you up onto your feet. you would protest, but you stayed silent, keeping a calm face. but the man’s fingers dug into your arm, making it hard for you not to cry out.

you were hauled out of the cell and practically dragged to another room, nearly as small as the cell, you were pushed inside, made to sit at one of the only two chairs in the room.

you looked around, there was no sign of the rest of the resistance members. perhaps they were hiding their prisoners away from the others, obviously on purpo-

“you can stop trying to figure out where everyone else is.” he was tall, a younger looking man, his face whispered familiarity.

he pulled the chair out opposite of yours and sat down carefully, his eyes grazing over your face. you looked at him, not willing to break eye contact.

he smiled hard, almost menacingly, “isn’t this odd? we’ve met, many times before..i know you, but you don’t know me..” he trailed off, “y/n.”

your name peeked your attention. hardly anyone outside of the order knew your first name. only kylo, a few officers, and the knights knew your true name. but you were always referred to as iza’re, or iza’re ren.

you narrowed your eyes at the man, “get to the point. what do you want from the first order?” you were getting bored, and if this is how it’s going to be, you needed to cut it short.

“you don’t know who i am?” the man looked surprised to see you so nonchalant. as if your true name was supposed to be the key to everything.

you shrugged again, leaning your elbows on the table, you got close to his face, “you say that like i’m supposed to care. i won’t repeat myself again,” you hissed, “what do you want from the first order?”

“get out. all of you!” kylo ren’s anger exhibited itself in his voice, a large hand outstretched itself towards the door, the metal door heaved open with the force and the rest of the troopers filed out, quickly as can be.

fn-2187 stared at kylo ren. even under his mask, he could just imagine his expression. fn-2187 knew that the moment you had walked in, that this wasn’t going to end well.

he followed the rest of the troopers out to the hallway. there was a large window that allowed people to see in, and fn-2187 had walked slow so that he could end up in front of the window.

“you need to calm down.” you had been talking to kylo through the force the entire way here. he was being stubborn, unresponsive to your usual tactics, you realized that maybe this wouldn’t be like other times.

“kylo.” you called his name, his back was turned to you and you were dying in the silence.

“why can’t you ever just stay out of it?” kylo turned around on his heel, the dark fabric of his cape followed him, and he began to stalk towards you, “hmm? why do you always think that you can save the day? you’re pathetic. a pathetic excuse for a force user, a pathetic excuse for a soldier of the first order..” he listed off all your weaknesses in a cruel list, “i cant stand to look at you. you make me fucking sick.” he had stopped you cold against the wall. even just arms length away from you, you could feel the rage, feel the truth to his feelings radiate off of him.

you wanted to cry. right then and there, you wanted to ball yourself up and sob on the floor.

but you scrunched your face slightly, as if not to lose the nerve, “find me when you’re done being an asshole.” you didn’t even look at him as you stalked past him, glancing at the open window towards the troopers, who were all facing away from the window.

except for one.

“what do you mean you ‘think’? we’ve been holding her for days and you’ve been in there for hours, and that’s what you’ve come up with?” poe had been overseeing the interrogation, and it was clear that it was going nowhere.

“threatening to blow up starkiller base would get us somewhere if we actually could.” poe rubbed his face, the feeling of a headache was coming on.

“why can’t we?” finn stared at poe, and poe laughed, realizing that finn was being serious.

“are you sure it’s her? it couldn’t be someone else? another trooper, perhaps?” poe looked at finn, who sighed, “she’s the only one i’ve ever seen that close to ren. it’s gotta be her.”

kylo hadn’t thought to apologize. but you had been ignoring him for days, even going as far as having stormtroopers deliver messages.

he had had enough when he had tried to talk to you through the force, and felt nothing in response.

“are you done?” the sound of the metal door opening had you turning your neck to see kylo ren, helmet off, hair dishelved, stalking in.

he set his helmet down on your dining table and kicked his shoes off, “i asked you something.” he stared down at you, his eyes searching you for something back.

“really?” you come in here after the way you talked to me a few days ago and expect us to be fine?” you looked up from your data log and stood up, “you yelled at me, tore me apart, called me pathetic many times over-“

“i’m sorry.” kylo interrupted you, and his face softened. this was utterly unlike him.

“what?” your own voice sounded distant and you blinked. a hand flew to your chest to feel the beating heart inside, “did you just-“

“yes. i am sorry.” kylo walked over to you, and watched as your face broke, tears spilling as you walked into his arms.

silence and the sounds of your sniffles filled the room. all that you ever wanted from him was an apology, and he had finally done it.

“i swear to you,” kylo broke the silence, the quiet was drowned out by his husky voice, “that i will never do that to you again.”

“and you caught them..?” poe’s eyebrows knitted together with confusion. his pilot uniform jacket hung on the chair beside him, as he paced the room, “let’s rewind,”

finn nodded, and poe sighed, “you were sent down to give her a message,”

“it had something to do with the knights.” finn had tried to remember what exactly the message was about but it had been nearly two years since then.

“and instead kylo ren answered the door?” poe repeated the events and finn nodded. “are you sure it wasn’t his quarters and you’re just an idiot?”

finn’s expression fell and he rolled his eyes, “stormtroopers are supposed to know. it was her quarters, her name was in a blazing plaque outside the door.”

a knock at the door had interrupted you. kylo had stripped off his clothes, leaving only the thick black sweatpants on, but even then, they hung dangerously low on him.

you, on the other hand, barely had anything on.

“fuck.” you cursed, and stuffed whatever shirt you could find off the floor. just by the scent of it, you knew it was kylo’s, but you still shrugged it on. you got off the bed, trying to find some shoes but kylo grabbed your arm, “i’ll get it.”

he was already getting up, and even with your protests, it was too late.

“master ren!” the robotic voice of a trooper met your ears and you cringed. troopers talked, and this was definitely something to talk about. there was an exchange of words between the trooper and kylo, until finally, “you are dismissed, fn-2187.”

“that’s kind of hot, no?” poe had been staring a little too long at the wall, clearly imagining what finn had described.

finn’s face turned into a picture of disgust, “there is something wrong with you.”

“iza’re to starkiller base. iza’re to base, does anyone copy?” you were falling, and fast.

the resistance had been chasing you for almost an hour. you had tried to lose them in some astroid graveyard but they were on your ass, until they shot your ship.

“fuck! someone! iza’re to base!” your hands clutched at the controls as you felt your chest rise and fall with fear.

kylo was right. you should have never gone off alone.

“kylo! im just off the astroid chunks by naboo.” just as you had finished telling your location, the ships power shut off, and you felt yourself blackout as the ship began to fall harder.

kylo had them playback your voice. over and over again.

the fear in your voice had been seared into his mind for days. he had tried to reach you over the force but was met with nothing. the usual thrum of your power would at least let him know you were alive. but he felt sick when he felt nothing.

“and no one heard this until when?” kylo looked around at the table filled with officers and military personnel. they all had this look of stupidity on their faces that made kylo want to knock them all out cold.

“this morning-“ a staff spoke up, “we believe she was taken by the resistance.”

kylo’s hands smashed against the table, “this morning?! find her!” he yelled at the officers. he raised his hands and suddenly they were all clutching at their throats, “find her now or i will murder every single one of you until someone does.”

“she’s loyal.” rey had observed, watching you through the glass, she wondered if you could see them all, gawking at you.

“of course she is. she’s sleeping with the supreme leader of the first order.” poe commented, rolling his eyes slightly, “i say we just lie.”

finn turned towards poe, “didn’t you just say that we shouldn’t lie? you got all mad-“

poe shrugged, “i was a different person then. say that ren is dead, and the first order is ashes-“

“oh like she’ll believe that-“ finn replied sarcastically. he had his hands on his hips and stared at you.

you were looking off into the distance, totally unaware of them on the other side staring at you.

“she’ll know. you said she’s a force user, correct?” rey peered at you and finn nodded, “yes. why?”

“she’ll know we’re lying. she probably also knows that we can see her,” you turned suddenly, meeting their eyes, “-right through this glass..” rey trailed off, and poe whistled lowly.

“wow. this is embarrassing…” poe laughed nervously. finn laughed, patting his friends shoulder as he walked off.

kylo was close. he hadn’t realized until now that it was the distance muffling your power. he could feel you, a quiet thrum in his head, he knew you were close.

“kill anything and everyone. i don’t care- just get her out alive.” his instructions were incredibly clear to the knights and troopers. he wanted you more than he wanted the resistance gone.

“so..” he had been trying to get you to talk for almost thirty minutes now. unlike his friend, this one seemed to be a little dull. “what’s between you and ren?”

you raised your head, and narrowed your gaze, “you mean my superior, the supreme leader kylo ren?” you were so serious that poe had to think about it before nodding weakly.

“nothing. bring me the trooper. fn-2187, is it? at least he knew what kind of questions to ask..” you waved a hand, dismissively towards the man and turned away, hoping he would leave.

“oh my god.” poe let the words escape as he shut the door behind him, “i don’t know what he sees in her-“ he looked at finn, “she’s asking for you. like specifically for you.” he raised his eyebrows at finn, who laughed in shock.

rey looked at the men, “don’t tell me you’re going to go in there.” she held up a hand to finn and he shrugged, “what else should we do?”

rey sighed, “give her up? she’s clearly nobody to ren, maybe finn was wrong.”

kylo ren had blown up half of the resistance base. he had felt nothing as he did so, and nothing more as he stepped off his ship, and hauled ass to wherever the hell you were.

he tried to use his own force powers to try and locate you, cutting down anyone that tried to fight him.

but it was worth nothing. nothing drove kylo ren more than you, and he would find you even if it killed him.

the argument between poe and finn had barely lasted before the emergency alarm had gone off. shouts echoed down the hall and they all began to run.

troopers were all over the place, blasters were shooting at everyone and they knew this was kylo.

“maybe finn was right..” rey looked at the men with a sheepish smile, and finn rolled his eyes, “get down!” he shouted at rey, who just barely ducked the blast that was shot towards her.

“if it’s him then shouldn’t someone go fend him off?” finn stared at poe and rey, as if waiting for one of them to volunteer.

poe shrugged, “i don’t think she’s worth it. barely talked.” finn didn’t even bother arguing when rey began to agree.

you could hear the sounds of a fight through the door. you couldn’t see through the glass window, but you could just imagine it.

the door opened and you half expected to see one of the two guys who had been interrogating you. but instead there he was.

wearing his usual all black, kylo cut down the room and immediately opened his arms, pulling you into them. “y/n..oh y/n.” there was a sigh of relief as you wrapped your arms around him.

you were crying.

this entire time you had forced yourself not to cry, not to show emotion. perhaps you had saved it for this moment. “kylo.” his name rolled off your tongue, “im sorry.”

kylo shook his head, “don’t. it’s all my fault. i should’ve just gone out there with you.” he scolded himself, shaking his head as he thought back to what he could’ve done.

“no. don’t. you always do that, you take responsibility for a decision i made.” you hugged him even tighter, “don’t. okay. just don’t.”

kylo didn’t even protest, he just held you all the more tighter in his arms.

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rachetmath · 2 months

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Paper Pleaser = RWBY+NRO+PP

Weiss: hey Jaune?

Jaune: What is it?

Weiss: Were you…like… you know… were

Yang: Were you f’ing the paper pleasers?

Jaune: *eye twitching* No. What the hell gave you that idea?

Blake: Well you named them after us. One was named Pyrrha and…

Jaune: *holding in his vomit*

Ruby: Look we just-

Jaune: Stop! Okay no. Phew. Oo this fanbase. Look, girls… I have a question. What were the paper pleasers?

Weiss: Their servants.

Jaune: One. What else?

Blake: They’re smart.

Jaune: Yeah… smart.

Yang: Oh. Oh… they are also stupid.

Jaune: Yep. That's the word.

Ruby: But they took care of you.

Jaune: Yes because of the list. Which takes me time to complete. Remember when I say they're predictable?

Ruby: Yeah… but what-

Jaune: Ruby, when I first got there, I was sad. So I thought maybe, at first, they did all that to cheer me up. After the third time, I told them, “Thank you for trying to cheer me up.” They looked at me confused. Also, they were living creatures.

Ruby: Oh.

Weiss: I see.

Blake: That explains something.

Yang: Hold on! Then why did you name them after us?

RWB: Yeah!

Jaune:*raises an eyebrow*

RWBY: *stares back at him with a serious look*

Jaune: Are you sure you want an answer? Because I made it clear.

RWBY: YES!

Jaune: Okay. Y'all are reckless. I can't count, how many times, you almost died. And I couldn't do a damn thing about it. In fact, I can't help but feel like I am the cause because I don't bother to grab you by the shoulder and tell you to slow down.

Yang: Oh.

Jaune: Yeah. Ascension is still death. So if you were to die unlike the Paper pleasers, you wouldn't return. You don't come back to life. You're six feet under the ground. And even if you do come back you won't remember me or your life. Then I have to tell your family. I have to live with it. I have to go on. Me.

Ruby: I didn't -

Jaune: “Know.”? Of course. You never think about it. No one. Not Pyrrha. Penny. Alyx. Nobody! They don't have to live with it! I do! Just like Pietro. Pyrrha's parents. Ren. Qrow and your father.

Yang: But Alyx-

Jaune: Caused me more stress. Betrayed my trust. And almost killed me. One act of good… doesn't make up for years of pain.

RWBY: *silent and feel bad*

Jaune: I struggled… to let Penny go. Now I have to let go of Alyx. I have to forgive her. And that's hard. It really is. So I think you know now, Ruby, why I got pissed after you spoke of them like they weren't real.

Ruby: I'm-

Jaune: No need. Just understand this. Just because you had it ruff… … doesn't mean you had it worse. *leaves*

Ruby: *feels worse* Okay, I’m going to go cry.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #lie ren #nora valkyrie #blake belladonna #penny polendina #pyhrra nikos #rwby alyx #rwby volume 9

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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eren secretly uses your cocoa butter thinking you wouldn’t know but one day you smell it on him 👁👄👁

LOOOOL 😭😭 this boy would be sneaking in all your creams and hair products thinking you wouldn’t know but how he think he can mask the smell of castor oil and cocoa butter likeboy come on 😭

All you planned on doing was getting yourself a bag of plantain chips but it’s when you randomly passed by Eren that you were stopped in your tracks.

“Yo…”

Sniffing the air, you walked back in Eren’s direction. The brunette could only look at you weirdly, unaware of what was bothering you.

“What?”

He side glanced you as you started sniffing at him, your face finding itself between his neck. With a raised expression, Eren grinned down at you, his hands automatically finding their way to your ass.

“What you tryna get a piece of this, mamas?”

Ignoring his comment, your sniffing halted before you pulled away and contorted your face in candor.

“Eren.”

“Babe?”

You sniffed him again before prying away with an even more upset expression.

“You’ve been using my fucking cocoa butter!”

The man’s eyes widened as he looked to the sides with guilt.

“Uhh—”

“Don’t lie to me!”

There was a small whine that emitted from Eren’s throat as he slid himself out of your grip. Suddenly, he was acting all soft.

“I’m soooorrrrry. It smelt nice and I wanted to try.” He pouted.

You threw your arms up in exasperation.

“Why were you sniffing around my products, Ren! You know them shits expensive.”

Eren pouted even more now as he bent his head in shame before quickly bringing it up as he remembered a point.

“It’s because I smelt it on you first! Then… I tried a few of them to see which one it was—But I promise I didn’t waste none! It was just a lil’ dab.”

“A lil dab?” You raised your eyebrows at him. That definitely was not the smell of just ‘a lil dab’.

Eren stretched his lips into a duck pout as he looked up at the ceiling to avoid your gaze. Once he looked back down to see your expression was still expectant of an answer he groaned.

“Okay, maybe a handful, but it was one time!”

Seeing how culpable the man looked you could only sigh. You couldn’t even stay made at him for long.

“Whatever. Just… don’t play in it again! If you wanna do that get your own.”

Knowing he’d gotten off the hook, Eren grinned widely as he pulled you closer to him again.

“Okay, promise! No more cocoa butter testing.”

He pressed a quick kiss to the edge of your temple despite your light reluctance.

“Although, I might buy a bottle of my own if it gets you to smell at me like that.” He cooed, which caused you to playfully roll your eyes.

#eren x reader #eren jeager #eren x black reader #eren yeager #aot

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hiskillingjar · 2 months

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how would strade react to a reader who likes to dress and even act like a 50s housewife? 👀

UHMMMM UM UM UM WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME AN EXCUSE TO THINK ABOUT THIS!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!!!

started writing. had a meltdown. bon appetit!

1600+ words, just. don't look at me.

"Sooo, who's fault is this little number?"

Strade's tone was a jovial one as he stepped into your (his, you were never given a space of your own, despite his promises to) bedroom, his hands in his pockets, thumbs hooked over the fabric, leaning against the door frame.

Ever casual, never serious, like he always was.

You repressed the urge to flinch at the sound of his voice and glanced over your shoulder for just a moment before quickly looking back down at your feet to hide the flush to your cheeks, smoothing your hands down the puffy skirt of your dress with a hidden and bashful smile.

"Oh, um...Ren ordered it for me, actually." You replied, finally turning to face him as he paced into the room and stood by your side, your skirt swishing by your calves as you did so, the thick petticoat underneath giving it the weight to move and sway. "Yeah, I, er, I used to wear this kind of thing a lot before…you know, so he thought it would be nice to get me something special.” You glanced down at the dress again, admiring the pink, plaid cotton that your housemate (because how else were you going to describe him) had bought for you. “Like, as a treat, you know."

"Hm," He hummed in idle agreement, reaching over to hold your chin and tilt your face upwards to meet his eyes. He raised a dark eyebrow when he noticed that not only were you dressed up, your face was made up too, well-applied make-up covering up a blooming bruise on your cheek, blush rouging your temples. You were even wearing eyeliner in a neat and tidy wing. "Cute.” He chuckled. “Very cute."

You smiled shyly again as he gave your chin an affectionate little rub, as demure and sweet as a-

"Very, ah..." His eyes went up in thought then, before a grin came to his face and he gave your face an affectionate tap with his finger. "'I Love Lucy', right?"

You blinked with surprise (both at the tap and his knowledge of 50’s American sitcoms), not resisting a broader smile and a little laugh.

"Right," You nodded, reaching up to cover your mouth as you laughed a little more. "Yeah, that’s it exactly. But…that's kind of a... deep-cut reference for you to know, though."

"Deep cut?" He scoffed with a shake of his head. "Come on, I'm much older than you are," At least fifteen years your senior, you knew that much. God, why was that reminder enough to make your stomach clench? "I'm the one who should know all about that, not you, kleine mädchen."

He gave your cheek an affectionate little slap (once and twice) and you bit your lip as your cheeks flushed a little darker, trying to appear coy despite how much your core was stirring and your hands were shaking at your sides.

"Soooo…" He drawled when he let go of your face and stepped back, considering you further with a tilt of his head. "Ren chose this for you? Hmph…I ought to thank him when he’s finished up downstairs, then."

"Thank him?" You replied, looking up. "Thank him for what?"

"For letting me think such filthy thoughts about you." He replied easily with a huffed chuckle from his nose and a wry smile as he considered you further. "Mm, turn around for me, would you, sweetheart?"

You swallowed hard at the new information of his arousal, but knew you were in no place to argue against him (nor did you especially want to, if you were being honest with yourself). You did as you were told, turning slowly to face the bed.

"Ah...mfff..."

You took in a shuddering groan, your back shooting up almost straight, as Strade stood behind you and slid his hands up your hips, flattening down the puffy tulle of your dress' skirt and pulling your backside against his groin, letting you feel the beginning of his erection, hard even through all the layers of fabric between it.

"I have to say…” He started, as a hand trailed up your front and pressed against your chest, pushing your bodies together even more. “I think it's pretty hot that you made such an effort to look pretty for me…” He hummed lowly as his other hand slid up the front of your dress, bunching up your skirts, and pressed against the front of your panties, feeling the already wet gusset of them. He smiled into your neck. “And you like it too, that much is...well,” He pressed two thick fingers against the wet patch, holding you tight as you flinched. “Obvious."

"Ahhhh…"

"It's almost like you want someone to dress you up, like…” He was quiet for a moment, deep in thought as he slid his fingers deeper, feeling the wet slick of your folds and listening to you whine and squirm. “A doll, or something. Some demure little housewife...is that it?"

"I-I mean,” You stammered, reaching up to grab his hand on your chest with shaking fingers. “I wouldn't say that...n-not exactly."

"Mm...you sure about that?"

The way he leaned into you, practically bending you over the bed, made it even harder to figure out what his intentions were. Was this just a playful interaction to warm you up, hot and bothered, or something else entirely?

Strade played with you, as he so often did, his hand sinking into the neckline of your dress and toying with the erect bud of your pierced nipple.

"It’s a real shame that Ren got to you first, though,” He mused as his calloused thumb circled your nipple, making your breath hitch and your body tremble. “He’s always had a way of, ah…shooting above his station, right? Trying to claim what’s already mine.” He let out a bark of a laugh as he hooked his chin over your shoulder and delved his fingers deeper into you. “Mm, almost makes me want to dress you up myself."

"Oh...oh really?" You asked, your entire body trembling as your legs wobbled, struggling to keep you upright as he toyed with two of your most sensitive areas. "Mm...and...how would you want me to dress, if you chose?"

Strade chuckled cryptically as he withdrew his fingers from inside of you and instead, started to circle your clit, the slickness of pre-cum making the teasing easy and totally excruciating.

“Ah, you know me…I’m not as, mm, aesthetically minded as our little friend,” He laughed again, jutting his hips forward and rubbing himself against your backside. You wondered when he was going to cut to the chase and just fuck you already, but you wouldn’t deny that something was thrilling about him rutting against you like this. "But I like a pretty girl in a nice dress like this. It brings out their curves and feminine side..." He then said slowly, letting his voice drawl lazily as he slid his fingers back inside of you.

"And I'm betting that you could look damn cute with a brand-new collar, too."

Your entire body went stiff at the threat of a new collar and you bit down hard on your lip to suppress a whimper at the threat of his ownership.

“Ahh, you like that idea, don’t you?” He asked (though it was barely a question), letting out a filthy chuckle as he rubbed his stubbly cheek against yours, rocking his hips into you even more. “Your pussy just clenched up…you make it soooo obvious, meine frau, no wonder we like playing with you so much.”

“Fuck…mphh, please” You groaned as he pinched down hard on your nipple, pulling it tight.

“Oh, that’s no language for a lady,” He snickered again, pressing a biting kiss to your neck. “For a wife…maybe I oughta take you over my knee and spank you for having such a filthy mouth, hm?”

Your body tightened again and you could feel your knees knocking as he quirked his fingers, rubbing at a bundle of nerves inside of you that always got you whimpering.

“Ah, but you’d probably get off on that, though…” He murmured with a laboured sigh, before he suddenly pulled his fingers out of you and pushed you, roughly, onto the bed. “What am I going to do with you, huh?”

He laughed meanly at your surprised shriek before pushing the skirt and thick petticoat up your trembling legs, letting out an appreciative whistle as he revealed thigh-high stockings, lacy garters and a new pair of panties that were positively soaking with pre-cum already.

“Mm, I’m really going to have to get Ren back for this one,” He said, reaching forward to spread your ass with both hands, snickering at the wet gusset that was pulled tighter. “No self-respecting housewife dresses like this for anyone other than their husband, you know…what are you, liebling, some kind of whore”

“Nghh, god,” You moaned, feeling his warm breath against your sensitive folds, your hands shaking as they curled into tight fists in the bed sheets. “I know, I know…mm, I’m sorry…”

“I don’t think you are,” He whispered hotly, pulling the wet gusset to the side of your cunt and rubbing his thumb up and down, listening to you moan and mewl. “I suppose I’ll have to keep you collared, if you’re going to act like a slut for whoever buys you a pretty dress. That or I’ll just keep you naked, so I won’t have to worry about that…”

“Fuck meeee…” You pleaded, as his thumb circled your erect clit. “Please, please, fuck me, please…I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“Ah-ah,” He chided with a mocking click of his tongue. “No begging, not now, you have to be patient…it’s a, ah,” He paused again, as he kept teasing. “Virtue? Yes, yes, now you have to be patient…like a good wife should be~”

“Mph…o-okay…okay.”

“Good girl.”

#strade btd #strade ykmet #strade x reader #strade x mc #qs #fics #drabbles #g-d you can really tell that i have a thing for this huh. shame.

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infoglitch · 5 months

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Enough.

... I hate that I'm pissed because I have a fuckin au idea and this time unlike all the ones I haven't posted yet, this one is... Arkos... SHIT.

Ok my own gripe with arkos and pyrrha aside I should probably explain my idea. So basically me being me aka a fuckin thief I decided to say, "let's give jaune a yuta deal from jjk." Because... I'm sorry I've been in jjk brain rot for the last month.. that and writing branded dogma but we aren't discussing that.

So basically after pyrrha dies to cinder it's not ruby who sees Pyrrha's death but it's actually jaune, and jaune unknowingly unlocked his semblance due to this and, well I have a little theory about semblances or at least I would like them to be handled, semblances manifest when a person has reached the peak of a desire, that semblance thus grants that desire. So basically once Pyrrha's dead jaune's semblance is released and it's a little different, I dub his new semblance, "spectral", basically how it works is he can imbue his aura into a anything and forces it to live, or if someone dies he could force their souls into his service. Anyway that's the idea now for some skits.

/////

Jaune found himself walking with Nora, Ren, and ruby as he watched Ruby looking over the map as she seemed frustrated. Jaune sped up and was next to her as they kept walking.

Jaune: h-hey ruby you alright?

Ruby mumbled something before looking at jaune as she jumped back slightly.

Ruby: dear oum! O-oh jaune! I didn't notice you were beside me, w-what were you saying again?

Jaune: o-oh I was just checking in on you is all.

Ruby: oh well I'm doing great, just annoyed with this stinking map.

Jaune nodded as he hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder and said something but ruby didn't hear as her face went pale with a shiver running down her spine with everything around her just vanishing.

Ruby looked around unnerved before seeing a suit of Spartan armor as a green flame burned from inside of it.

Ruby stepped back as she felt her breathing quicken as the suit of armor stared at her, it didn't have a face but Ruby could feel its stare.

???: jaune... Leave... Jaune... ALONE!

The suit of armor dashed towards summoning a spear as Ruby screamed-

Jaune: RUBY!

Ruby snapped out of it as jaune, Ren and Nora all stare at her in concern. With jaune holding her shoulders as he seemed the most concerned.

Jaune: ruby are you alright, you just f-froze and-

SMACK

Everyone stood in shock as a hand print had found itself across jaunes cheek as Ruby stared at him with her right hand raised to the other side of her head, her eyes wide with fear as she trembled in terror.

Ruby: d-dont.. don't touch me.

Jaune: ruby...

Jaune looked at her his eyes filled with confusion. Ruby stepped away from him as Ren looked at Ruby's demeanor closely.

Ruby: just.. d-dont touch me.. ok?

Jaune looked at her still confused but soon nodded.

Ruby and jaune didn't talk to each the rest of the day.

/////

Everyone had found themselves staring down cinders team as everyone had their weapons at the ready but lowered as cinder glanced at each of them with a smug expression before her attention was focused on the strange blonde fool, she didn't know why but the air around him... It felt... Cursed.

Jaune: you... How dare you act like this...

Cinder raised an eyebrow at the fool as her seemed to shake slightly.

Jaune: walking in here.. acting like this.. wearing all the atrocities you've done... LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR!

Everyone in the area could feel the air get.. cold. Extremely cold, as if the bashful fall had let in the apathetic winter.... No, the hateful freezing cold.

Cinder could feel it.. all of this presence.. where was it coming from?

Jaune: I'm going to make you pay... For everything you've done.

Jaune suddenly bolted towards her his sword at the ready.

Jaune: YOU. PIECE. OF. SHIT!

/////

That's all I got.. so far. If y'all got any questions just fire away in my asks and if you got an idea for the au just tell me.

I am desperately craving someone to hit up my asks so.. yeah.

Without anything else.

Rock on till ya drop. Tata mothafuckers 🤘

Cheers 🍻

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby au #pyrrha nikos #jaune x pyrrha #rwby pyrrha #pyrrha x jaune #rwby arkos #arkos #kinda..

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captain039 · 10 months

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PART 9 Playing with fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, slow burn, eventual smut, anger issues, swearing, harassment, needle usage, drug usage, dark themes

Previous part <-

I promise there will be spicy scenes 😂

You stared a little too long, eyes quickly going to over his shoulder.

“Look at me” he said and you darted your eyes back. You heard a knock though and jumped head leaving his fingers. You frowned looking to the door as the supreme alpha growled and opened it. You listened to them muttering before he turned back to you.

“Stay here” he ordered and left. You looked baffled, mouth hung open slightly as you huffed. You just got back and he already left. You sighed, shaking your head before looking around the room. It was a large dark office with a room off to the side and a door on the other. The office had a big desk with different screens, and a sleek black couch to one side. You peered in to the other room a big bedroom, this room would fit your apartment, well officer room the bed was massive, you wondered why one man needed such a big bed, than again he could do what he wanted. Everything was black except the sheets peering out from the quilt, they looked silky. He had a wardrobe, tomboy and another door. You glanced back to the entry door before going inside. You shivered a bit at the overwhelming smell of him and opened the slider door, It went to the fresher. You wandered to the other door and opened it, it led to the kitchen area. You walked in a saw little to no food and saddened a bit, did he eat properly? You cursed your thoughts and left the kitchen in a huff and sat down on the couch, surely he’d be back in five minutes.

You think you sat there for a good hour before you gave up and left. You looked around a bit, mainly trying to find the way back to your level and room. All stormtroopers and officers seemed to keep their heads down when passing. You were unsure why, had they never seen an omega before? You finally found your room and sighed falling on your bed. You quickly put on some scent blockers before going to unpack. Leo came over some time later and you told him what had happened. He sat in shock, mouth open like a fish.

“Can you not overreact!” You said groaning.

“You’re gonna be the empress!” He said in shock and awe and you cursed him.

“I’m not being anything!” You clarified again. Your words were not agreeing with your heart or mind. You say you weren’t going to be his mate like it was a choice. You were arguing with Leo about not being his mate till your door opened and said mate stood there.

“Why did you leave?” He asked ignoring Leo’s presence. You saw the beta gulp wanting to tuck tail and ran.

“You left for-!” You glanced to the clock.

“Five hours!” You finished and Leo chuckled nervously making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“I wasn’t going to sit there and do nothing, I need to unpack and do stuff!” You fought and you huffed at Leo who looked like he was going to pass out.

“Leo what the hell?” You huffed and he gulped.

“You know he is the supreme leader?” He whispered and you gulped slightly glancing to the alpha. For some reason all respect went out the window.

“Supreme leader, sir” you mumbled head looking to the ground. The supreme leader didn’t react to your outburst though.

“I apologise, I did not know how long the meeting was” he said bowing his head slightly and Leo looked like he just won the lottery. You glanced between him and Leo, wanting to slap the beta into acting properly and not knowing how to react to the supreme leader.

“May I request a few days to unpack my things and thoughts supreme leader?” You asked.

“Yes” he nodded in response.

“I will see you in a few days” he finished giving one last look to Leo before leaving. You and Leo let out a breath you were holding as you sat by him.

“Maker” Leo said.

“You’ve literally got him wrapped around your finger” you slapped a hand over his mouth making the beta frown.

“He’s force sensitive!” You snarled.

“He can’t hear me!” Leo pried your hand off and rolled his eyes.

“He literally projected himself in my room” you said.

“That is true” Leo muttered.

“I’m doomed” you groaned rubbing your eyes.

“I would like to be supportive in this whole situation” Leo began.

“However I like life” he muttered and you slapped him.

“He won’t kill you” you sighed.

“He might!” Leo sneered.

“I won’t let him” you rephrased.

“For some reason that does make me feel better” the beta shrugged and you rolled your eyes. Maker you weren’t ready for this.

You had a few days to unpack and get your working days back in order, it was difficult without the suppressants. People gave you weird looks even with your scent blocker, felt like a big rumour had come true and now everyone was talking about it. You didn’t see the supreme leader for a few days and you felt empty somehow, you hated the nagging that went on your head and you swore a few times your feet went in the direction to his room instead of your own. Like you said you kept in touch with your family every night, you spoke with your sister late at night, school problems, girl problems, crush problems, whatever she needed. You’d sometimes talk about your issues too, you didn’t want to burden her seeing as she had a lot going on in teenage years. Your grandma was doing much better and got sent home, she was enjoying home cooked meals and calling dad her carer. By the fifth day though you got worried, you hadn’t seen the supreme leader nor heard of him, had he gone off ship? You cursed yourself for thinking he’d run things by you, he was the supreme leader!

By the seventh day you were fuming with his lack of appearance and stormed to his room, your yelling at the poor officer on duty worked and he led you to his room. You stormed in ready to speak your mind only to frown when you saw a hunched over figure and heard light snores. You froze at the scene and stopped your rampage. You went closer slowly, carefully so he didn’t end up throwing you to a wall or something. You went by his side, his eyes closed and his face peaceful. You smiled all annoyance suddenly gone out the window. He didn’t have any fancy clothes on or his cape, his helmet was on the floor near the desk.

“Supreme leader?” You muttered, but got nothing.

“Ren?” You mumbled and his eyes shot open, he snapped up lightsaber turning on with a loud hum, you yelped and back away.

“What on earth are you doing here?” he sounded pissed, lightsaber switching off. He sighed closing the screens that were up. You wanted to snap back, but the exhaustion in his face stopped you. You went forward again as he punched the bridge of his nose and sighed. You made him flinch though as you cupped the side of his face and forced him to look at you. His eyes were wide as you did, green swirling in brown. You wondered why his eyes never went sith colour.

“When did you last sleep properly?” You asked seriously.

“I don’t” he brushed off, but your face hardened and he stayed out.

“Ate something?” You asked.

“Breakfast” he said and you pressed.

“When?” You said.

“Yesterday” he muttered. Your mouth hung open a bit and you sighed letting your hand drop to back to your sides. You headed off to the kitchen grumbling when you found no food.

“Last shower?” You asked clicking on your wrist data pad.

“What are you doing?” He asked standing up.

“Ordering some proper food seeing as you can’t take care of yourself” you stated with a huff.

“What floor is this?” You mumbled to yourself.

“Top i’d assume” you answered your own question.

“They’ll understand supreme leaders room” you mumbled more not realising how close the supreme alpha had come.

“Now I would re-“ you looked up finishing your order seeing him staring at you. You gulped slightly forgetting your place once again.

“You’re the first creature to order me around” he said, but there was no anger or annoyance in his voice, almost amusement.

“Before you were supreme leader I’m sure others did” you mumbled embarrassed.

“Not without consequence” he said and you gulped, but not afraid.

“You’re not afraid?” He said more in question and you shook your head.

“Should I be?” You whispered looking to him again, watching his eyes soften.

“No” he whispered.

Next part ->

#alpha kylo x omega reader #x reader #aob #Starwars #alpha kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #supreme leader kylo

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bananasofthorns · 3 months

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now that it's all gone

read on ao3

At the end of the day, after Ren and Big B are dead and the smell of smoke hangs heavy in the air even though the fires have mostly gone out, they return to the ruins of The Relation. Something heavy settles in Joel’s throat as they approach, squinting against the setting sun. He spent an entire fucking week on that boat, and it’s just— gone. There’s nothing left except a fraction of the hull, some scattered bits of wood and wool, and scorched grass.

He should’ve known better, really. Should’ve remembered that it’s no use getting attached to anything, not in a world like this.

He’d thought that burning down half of the rest of the server had helped, but suddenly all of his raging emotions are back, filling his chest in a way that makes him think his ribs are going to crack with the weight of them.

A furious, guttural scream tears itself from his throat. Behind him, Etho startles; he ignores it and slams his axe into the only remaining piece of their boat, cleaving it in two. The force of the strike leaves his palms buzzing.

“ Fuck,” he shouts, suddenly breathless.

He’s on the verge of either screaming until his voice gives out or shattering into a thousand pieces. He needs to kill something, needs to feel blood on his hands because maybe this time it’ll stop them shaking and soothe the ache in his chest— if he wears out his axe enough that the blade goes dull, then maybe he’ll feel okay again. It hasn’t really worked before, but, hey! Third time’s the charm, right? Right?

“Joel.”

He reaches up and tears a half-burned plank from what’s left of the boat. Splinters dig into his palms but he doesn’t care, just squeezes it tighter in his fist until his nails leave gouges in the charcoal.

“ Joel.”

With another scream, he flings it at the world border so hard that he sees the forcefield shiver. He does it again, and again, and again, until the remains of their boat are scattered in the field before them, highlighted in dull gold by the sunset.

“Joel!”

Someone grabs his shoulder. He jumps and spins, axe already rising into a sloppy attack. For a moment, his brain doesn’t register anything more than threat, and he’s a centimeter or two away from chopping off Etho’s head and ending both their lives when a hand, cold and surprisingly strong, catches his wrist.

“Seriously?” Etho asks, eyebrows raised; his tone is incredulous and unamused, but Joel knows him well enough by now to see the alarm hiding in his eyes.

“Shit,” he breathes. “ Shit, Etho, I could’ve killed you! What the heck? Why’d you do that, are you a fucking idiot—?”

“You weren’t listening to me.”

Joel takes a slow, deep breath. He lowers his axe. “...sorry. I just—” He runs his free hand through his hair only to remember a second later that it’s covered in soot. Shit. “Sorry.”

It still feels like there’s fire in his blood and a wild animal in his chest, trying to claw its way out of his ribs and up his throat. If it were anyone else in front of him, they’d be dead.

“...Did you wanna talk about it?” Etho asks, awkward. He’s still holding Joel’s wrist; the freezing points of his fingertips serve to quiet some of the inferno raging in his head.

He scoffs. “What is there to say? I’m fucking pissed, Etho. I spent an entire bloody week on this ship, only to have it burn down in less than an hour! This always happens and I never learn!”

His voice rises until he’s shouting again, staring up at Etho’s ever-impassive face and wondering why it’s so easy for him to act like he doesn’t care.

“Well. Even so. It was nice while it lasted,” he says quietly, like it means something, and apparently Joel’s body takes that as its cue to stop the adrenaline keeping him on his feet.

Etho yelps when he all but collapses onto his knees, dragging Etho down with him since he’s still holding onto his wrist. With an annoyed groan, he tosses his axe aside - careful to not hit either of them on the way - and flops back to lie on the grass.

“Dude,” Etho laughs, finally letting go.

Joel flexes his hand. “Sorry. Kind of tired myself out, there.”

“You think?”

“Shut up.”

His anger has faded, leaving a bone-deep exhaustion that makes him want nothing more than to pass out for a week. Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen, but it’s a nice thought. He lies there for a moment longer before sitting up, adjusting so that he and Etho are side by side.

This is something that’s different from every other time he’s experienced this: he’s got a partner this time. They’ll get through it together or die trying, but Joel really hopes it doesn’t end up being the latter, because he wants to win.

He glances at Etho out of the corner of his eye. Part of him wants to say thank you, but he feels like that would be weird. He wouldn’t know how to put it into words, anyway. He’s never been good with stuff like that.

“Did you know that your hands are absolutely fucking freezing?” he asks instead.

Etho laughs. “Oh, are they? Are you sure?”

Joel isn’t fast enough to dodge the hand he rests on the back of his neck. He shouts, then shoves Etho away.

“Oh, you jerk!”

It’s twilight. They’re both laughing, sitting on the grass a few feet away from their burnt-out husk of a boat. Joel still kind of wants to kill someone, but he’s exhausted and knows he needs to rest. There will be time for revenge later.

For now, with Etho by his side, he can wait.

#smallishbeans #ethoslab #boat boys #banana made a post #banana writes things #VINE BOOM. BANANASOFTHORNS BOAT BOYS FIC IN 2024 BE UPON YE #wrote this like. a year and a half ago When This Episode Came Out and never posted it #BUT. i am posting it now. enjoy

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Only for you, Toshi

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Shinsou x f!Reader

A/N: This is scheduled to post on the 30th so Happy Thanksgiving everyone!❤️ I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. :)

Best friends to lovers trope. Characters are age 18 at the time of the smut scene.

Feedback is welcome as always, enjoy<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, oral (f receiving), fingering, choking, biting, scratching, spitting, masturbation kinda, praise kink, a bit of auralism, and denki being an adorable idiot for 5 minutes LMFAO.

Summary: You and Hitoshi have been best friends for almost your entire time together at U.A. and had been in love with each other for almost as long. You never told each other how you felt, but after getting drunk at your graduation party, Hitoshi lets something slip.

Word Count: 8k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili

"Hey! You're Hitoshi Shinsou, right?" You smiled at the purple haired boy with your lunch tray in hand. He raised his head to meet your gaze. He hesitated, but then nodded his head quietly. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" His eyes widened ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable. He swallowed the bite of food he was holding and moved his bag off the table in front of him, opening up the space for you. All while not saying a word. "Thank you" you said quietly while taking a seat.

You'd seen Shinsou around campus a few times, and watched him in the recent sports festival. He always seemed to be alone. At lunch, in the hallways, before and after school. Even when you'd visit your friend's dorm building that he also happened to live in, he was always by himself. You'd heard rumors, people talk. You asked one or two people about him, and they all said to stay away. Nobody trusted him and everyone was scared of his quirk. Everyone thinks he has malicious intent. Like at any moment a switch could flip and he'll become a villain. But that's not what you saw.

You wanted to be his friend.

"I'm y/n by the way. I'm in the support course." He was still quiet and just nodded his head. Why wasn't he saying anything? You took a bite of your food, as did he, sitting in a moment of silence. "I watched you at the sports festival." You paused, he almost unnoticeably tensed. "You did good." You gave him a soft smile. His tired eyes met yours, and finally he spoke. "Thank you." His pale cheeks were slightly pink and his voice was soft and gentle. Your smile grew, satisfied that you got him to say something.

The two of you spent the rest of lunch in a comfortable silence.

Every day for the next month, you sat with shinsou at lunch. Everyday, getting a little bit more of a conversation out of him, bit by bit. He didn't talk very much. He seemed nervous most of the time. It didn't bother you, but you wanted to know why.

"Shinsou, can I ask you something?" He nodded, swallowing a bite of food. "How come you're so quiet all the time? You don't talk very much." His breath hitched a bit at the question. He hesitated before answering. "I don't want to make people worry that I'll use my quirk on them. So I try not to talk very much, to make others more comfortable." He took another bite of food. Your expression saddened, realizing why he acted the way he did. Always so gentle and soft spoken. He didn't want to scare you. You shook your head. "I'm not worried about it. I trust you." His cheeks grew warm. You trusted him? Why? And then he asked. "Why?" You raised an eyebrow. "Why what?"

"why do you trust me?" You instinctively put your hand over top of his. "Well, because we're friends. Aren't we?" To you, the gesture was friendly, but it sent an unfamiliar warmth to his chest. Shinsou's face flushed red. He didn't know you thought of him as a friend. The only time the two of you ever spoke was at lunch, or the occasional wave when you'd come to his dorm with your friend. But he's never had a real friend before. Everyone was always too scared of him. Too distrusting. He gave a weak smile, but it seemed genuine because of the soft look in his eyes. "I'm glad you're comfortable with me y/n. I'll never use my quirk on you, I promise." You giggled at his promise. "I know silly." He felt reassured.

After that day, you and Shinsou started to become closer. You started hanging out outside of lunch. He'd walk you to class sometimes, or you to his. You'd visit his dorm sometimes and he, yours. He'd opened up to you about his childhood, and his dream to become a hero. He wanted so bad to help people and just add something good to the world. He was working hard to get into the hero course, and you supported him every step of the way. All the while, he'd been trying to ignore the ginormous crush he was getting on you. You were his best friend, and he didn't want to make things weird. He thought it best to pretend like it wasn't there instead of risk losing you, so he never said a word.

You were sitting in your room, tinkering with a support item you were making him as a surprise. He'd started training with Mr. Aizawa in hopes to get into the hero course, and you wanted to give him a gift to show how proud of him you were. As you were tightening the screws on the black voice modifier, your phone dinged.

Sleepy Head💜

Hey, I've got some good news

Can you come over?

You

Omw :)

I've got a surprise for you

Sleepy Head💜

A surprise?

You didn't respond to his last message, leaving him to wonder what surprise you had for him. You took 2 extra minutes to finish up the last little touches of his mask before throwing it in your bag and heading to his dorm.

You knocked lightly on his door. "It's open" you heard him call from the other side. You turned the knob and opened his door, finding him struggling with the capturing scarf Mr. Aizawa gave him during training. It was all tangled around his arms and neck, and it seemed to tighten at every pull he made. "I swear to God, how does he use this thing so easily?" He spat in frustration. You laughed. "Here, let me help." You closed the door behind you and walked over to your friend. His arms relaxed with a deep sigh of defeat. You started to untangle his arms, pulling bits of the fabric over his head. "How am I supposed to become a hero if I can't even figure out how to use this stupid scarf." You could tell he was frustrated. "You'll get the hang of it." You reassured him.

He stretched his neck as you pulled the last bit of the fabric off of him. "Thanks" he mumbled quietly, plopping down on his bed. "So what's your big news?" You followed his action, situating yourself in his desk chair.

"Mr. Aizawa said that next week the hero course students from class A and B are gonna be training together, and he wants me to join." You sat up in your seat with a gasp of excitement. "What?! Really? Oh my God that's great!" He smiled at your excitement being even bigger than his. "Well this just makes my surprise all that much better!" You cheesed, reaching into your bag. He quirked a brow as he watched you rummage thru your things. You pulled out the sleek black mask and held it out to him he stood and grabbed it from your hands. "What is it?" He turned it every which way in his hands, studying the object. You tucked your legs to your chest in his chair, resting your chin on your knees. "It's a voice-altering mask." He sat back down on his bed. "How does it work?" He put the mask over his face. You moved your legs, scooting the chair closer to him. "Well, I know you struggle with using your quirk because people know how it works, so they won't respond when you speak." He nodded his head in agreement. "I made this with several different metal plates. When you turn the dial..." You reached out and demonstrated. "...it will transform and resonate your vocal chords, so you can mimic the sound of someone else's voice." His eyes went wide. "Woah, that's so cool!" He looked fascinated and you smiled. "Try it out" you gesture. He turned the dial a few times and then spoke. "How does this sound?" His eyes went wide at his own words. It unmistakably sounded exactly like your voice. He removed the mask. "Thank you y/n, this means a lot." You leaned forward in his chair, wrapping your arms around him. "Only for you, Toshi." He was so glad that you couldn't see his face. His cheeks were beet red as he returned the hug. He was fighting the urge to kiss you, but he knew he couldn't. He did his best to quickly disperse the color in his cheeks before pulling away from the hug.

"have you thought about your hero name yet? Or how you're gonna design your costume?" His hand reached to scratch the back of his neck nervously. "Uh...I've been too busy training to really think about it much." Your eyes widened. "Well we better start now." You smiled, stealing a notebook and a pencil off of his desk.

For the next hour, the two of you were trying to come up with names while you sketched out a costume design for him.

You were both in his bed. Him laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. You criss-cross apple sauce next to him, notebook resting in your lap. You tapped the pencil on your bottom lip. "What about Puppet Master?" You questioned, drawing out some more body sketches. "Nah it sounds too much like a villain name, I wanna avoid that." You crossed out the name on the corner of your page, continuing to draw. "What if my hero name was just my quirk? Brainwash?" He turned his head to you. You hummed. "it's a good name in theory, but then everyone will know what your quirk is and that will make it difficult."

"that's true..." His gaze turned back to the ceiling. "Control? No that sounds villainy too." He mumbled to himself. You heard him yawn. "Maybe your name should be sleepy head since you're so damn tired all the time." You teased with a small laugh. "Oh shush" he nudged you with his elbow. "You're the only one who gets to call me that." He paused. "Besides, I'm not even tired." You scoff and look over at him. His fingers were interlocked behind his head and his eyes were closed. "Says the one who's half asleep." He peeked one eye open, glaring at you with his purple Irises. "I'm awake, I swear."

You scoffed again before returning your attention to the notebook. "Yeah, okay." A small smirk crept up on his lips as he let his eyes close again. There was a long pause. "What about Hypno?" You asked. "Hm... Hypno..." He repeated, rolling the word around on his tongue. "Yeah, I like it." You smiled. "Hypno it is then." You picked up the notebook and turned it towards him. You tapped his arm with the pencil, signaling him to open his eyes. "What do you think?" His eyes fluttered open and scanned over the black and purple costume you'd drawn out for him. He honestly loved everything about the design, and it just made it so much better that you were the one who made it for him. He smiled. "It's perfect."

"You like it?" You questioned as if you didn't believe him. He nodded his head. "I love it." Your smile beamed and it made him happy. He loved seeing you smile. You pulled the notebook back into your lap. "As soon as you get accepted into the hero course I'll have Hatsume help me make it."

"if I get accepted." He retorted. "Hey!" You smacked his arm. "You will get accepted. I know it. You deserve it Hitoshi, you've been working so hard." He didn't know what to say, so he just nodded in agreement with you, blush painting his cheeks. He appreciated how you always kept him focused on his goal and made him feel like it was worth the effort. You were his biggest fan and he didn't even know it.

After a long moment of silence and you rummaging thru your bag, you checked the time on your phone. "It's getting late, I should probably head back to my dorm." You turned to look at him but he was suddenly asleep. His mouth parted just a little, his chest rising and falling steadily. you watched as his nose scrunched in the cutest way.

Your feelings for him weren't just friendly. Just like he was, you'd grown to care for him as something more. You had no idea about his feelings, and he, yours. You wouldn't dare tell each other how you felt out of fear that it would scare the other one away.

You sighed, he always looked so at peace when he slept. You decided you'd just leave and text him in the morning. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, making his nose scrunch again in his unconscious state. "Goodnight, sleepy head." You whispered, not wanting to wake him. As you were about to pull away, one of his arms was thrown around your waist. He was still asleep. You tried to pull his arm off of your lap but his hold was like a vice grip. A small yelp left your lips when you were yanked in his direction. Your cheeks were burning. "H-hitoshi..." You tried to shake him awake. He grumbled a low hum in his unconscious state. "I need to go home." His hold got tighter. He was unaware of what he was doing. "Stay." He said it so quietly that you barely heard him. He tended to talk in his sleep, you sighed. "Okay... I'll stay." You nuzzled your face into his chest, unable to hide the color in your cheeks. Even tho he wasn't awake to see it anyway. "Only for you, Toshi." You whispered.

The next morning, the two of you decided to ignore that fact that you woke up completely wrapped up in each others arms.

He pretended like he didn't think you looked so pretty curled up like a kitten in his arms. He pretended like he didn't wanna stay in bed with you that whole day. He pretended like he wasn't sad when the scent you left on his sheets finally disappeared after a few days.

...

You pretended like it didn't make your feelings for him grow. You pretended like you didn't wish to wake up to him every morning. You pretended like you didn't miss the way he smelled when your head was buried in his chest.

The two of you never spoke of it, but afterwards you were both more inclined to cuddle up to one another when hanging out. Just as friends...

The years had passed and graduation was right around the corner.

Hitoshi had made it into the hero course, starting at the beginning of your second year. And you got an internship with Detnerat, after they reformed from the liberation, helping some of the biggest heroes with their gear. You helped Toshi move all of his stuff to Class 1-A's dorm once he got accepted. You made his hero costume with some help from Hatsume, and celebrated with him when he got his provisional license. You were there for all the big moments and he wouldn't have had it any other way. He wanted you there for all his big accomplishments, always.

It was another late night spent in Hitoshi's dorm room. There was music playing from his speaker and the lights were dim. He sat up against his pillows, legs extended to the length of his mattress and your head was in his lap, laying perpendicular to him. You were in a comfortable silence, both of you just scrolling thru your phones in each other's company. Every now and then you'd glance over to see his socked feet fidgeting with one another. Or the way he subconsciously chewed on his necklace while watching endless amounts of tik toks. You'd listen to him laugh whenever you'd send him something from just a few inches away. Or when he'd flip his phone downward to show you something he was looking at.

"Mina said theres gonna be a big party for graduation on Saturday." You both continued to stare at your phones when you spoke to each other. "yeah I heard about it this morning, apparently we're hosting." You laughed. "You don't sound too happy about it."

"You know how I feel about parties. There's too many people." His nose scrunched at the thought. "C'mon Toshi, we're graduating next week." You flipped over on your stomach and laid between his legs, peering up at him. It wasn't uncommon for you to lay on him like this, but it still made him flustered every time, tho you never noticed. "We should go and have a little fun." He did his best to inconspicuously hide his pink cheeks. Why did you have to be so damn cute? Why did you have to look at him like that? With that... Look... In your eyes. He sighed, defeated. "Okay, okay, fine. We can go to the damn party." He sounded annoyed, but truthfully he didn't mind as long as he was going with you. You rolled back over on to your back, staying between his legs and resting your head on his stomach. "You'll have fun, I promise."

You were finishing up your make up when your phone started going off one notification after the other.

Sleepy Head💜

Would you hurry up and get here already?

A bunch of people are starting to show up and I feel... awkward.

I need you.

I need you. That made you smile.

You

I'll be there soon I promise

Leaving in 5

Sleepy Head💜

Okay, I'll be outside

Meet me at the tequila fountain when you get here.

You

Tequila fountain????

Sleepy Head💜

Denki's idea🤦🏻‍♂️

You

Ofc it was Denki🤦‍♀️

Omw

As you're getting closer to class 1-A's dorm building, you can hear the loud music and start to see the many colors of flashing lights. There are crowds of people. Probably the entire senior student body was there, as well as a handful of underclassmen. There were students from all different departments at U.A.

Mina told you that a lot of people were invited, but you didn't expect this many. You thought about shinsou, he was probably so uncomfortable right now. He didn't like big crowds, they made him nervous.

You quickly made your way around the back of the building, spotting an 10 foot tall fountain with clear liquid pouring over the edges. You saw a familiar tuft of purple hair thru the crowds of people.

You snaked your way thru the people until you found yourself behind Hitoshi. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned in your direction.

God, you looked so pretty. You wore black, ripped jeans with a chain hanging off two of the belt loops. A cropped blue hoodie that was baggy around the arms and matching sneakers. Your hair was down and natural, big golden hoop earrings poking thru. And your lips were-

"Sorry I'm late, Hatsume couldn't figure out what to wear." Your voice broke him from his trance. "Uh, n-no no you're fine." His hand came to scratch at the back of his neck nervously.

"sheesh, lookin' good tink." You heard Kaminari's voice, who was standing right next to Hitoshi. You did a little playful twirl at his comment, reveling in the praise. "I try" you joked and you and Denki both laughed.

Him and Hitoshi became friends after he was accepted into the hero course. And because of that, he became your friend too. He gave you the nickname "tink" because of all the support items you'd make the both test out for you constantly.

Hitoshi was always a bit jealous of the way Denki flirted with you, but he knew it was just playful and didn't mean anything. It was mostly because he didn't have the balls to say those things to you himself. But you did look absolutely amazing.

"So, is this the legendary tequila fountain?" You gestured to the large thing behind the two boys. Hitoshi turned his head for just a second before turning back to you. "Indeed it is" he replied, taking a sip of his drink. "Where the hell do you even buy such a thing?"

"He practically begged Momo on his hands and knees" shinsou said matter-of-factly. "Did not!" Denki retorted. "Yes you did!" You heard Momo's faint voice from somewhere close by in the crowd. It made you and Toshi both break out laughing, and Kaminari just pouted. "It was supposed to be beer, but Todoroki said it would make it flat and Bakugo said he'd 'blow me to bits' if I wasted all the beer." He spoke, using air quotes around Bakugo's line.

You and Toshi both laughed again before your stomach made a small noise. You put your hand over your exposed skin. "I probably should've eaten before I came." Hitoshi's hand found the small of your back as he led you to the door. "C'mon, there's like 20 boxes of pizza in the kitchen."

Hours passed of you and Shinsou just enjoying the party. Him, not so much but he was having fun with you at least. You'd both decide to take a social break and head over to the familiar green couches in the big room. "Do you want me to refill your drink? Toshi asked as you sat down on the couch. "Yes please" you handed him your red cup as you leaned into the cushions. Denki was on the couch opposite you flirting with some girl.

After a few minutes, Toshi came back with your drink and settled into the couch next to you. He leaned back and rested his arm over the cushions, you instinctively laid your head on the inside of his shoulder and tucked your legs underneath you. The two of you just sat on your phones for a bit, recharging your social batteries.

At some point, Denki looked over at the two of you and noticed how you were sitting. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Hitoshi.

Sparky⚡

Dude.

Shinsoup🍲

What?

Sparky⚡

Are you ever gonna fucking ask her out?

Hitoshi peered down at you for a second to make sure you weren't paying attention, and then responded.

Shinsoup🍲

No.

Sparky⚡

Why not??

Come on man, you've been pining for her for longer then we've even been friends.

Ask. Her. Out.

He glared over his phone screen to give Denki an annoyed look.

Shinsoup🍲

Denki🤦🏻‍♂️

We've talked about this a million times.

She's my best friend, I don't wanna ruin it and make things awkward between us.

I'm not willing to risk losing her.

Sparky⚡

I don't understand why you're so convinced it would screw things up.

She might have feelings for you too.

Shinsoup🍲

Are you kidding me??

Look at her Denks.

She's way out of my league. What are the chances that she feels even a bit of the same way that I do?

Sparky⚡

What are the chances????

Dude, I AM looking at her.

Do you not see the way she's cuddled up to you rn??

Hitoshi took a moment to gaze down at you. He watched the way you'd readjust and nuzzle your head into his chest every so often. Or the way you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as you scrolled thru the social media on your phone. He looked back at his phone screen.

Sparky⚡

She's clearly in love with you

You don't see her cuddling up to me or Midoriya like that.

His face turned a bit red and you felt his heart rate increase next to your ear. "You okay Toshi?" You asked, not even looking up from your phone. "What? Oh- no yeah I'm fine..." He said quickly.

Shinsoup🍲

She's just really comfortable with me

It doesn't mean anything.

Sparky⚡

That's a fuckin lie and you know it.

Just then, Mina came around the corner of the couch calling your name. "Y/n!!!" She grabbed your hand and started pulling you from the couch. "come on, there's this guy I want you to meet!" Hitoshi's focus left his phone when he felt the loss of your warmth laying on him. "He's really cute!!" She whisper-yelled to you as she pulled you away and out of earshot of the two boys.

"Guy?" Hitoshi mumbled to himself. Denki leaned forward on the couch across from him. "You better make a move before someone else does, bro"

"yeah, I know I know!" He replied, annoyed. Pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut, pressing his lips into a flat line.

Mina dragged you across the room until you were in the presence of a tall man with dark eyes. "Y/n, this is Yo Shindo! He graduated from Ketsubutsu last year." The stranger grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the soft skin at the back of your palms. "You're even prettier than Ashido described, it's nice to meet you y/n."

Your cheeks were dusted in a light shade of pink. "Oh- uh th-thank you." He smiled at you sweetly. Shinsou could see the altercation from across the room and he was not pleased to say the least. Who was this guy? Why was he touching you like that? ....why didn't you pull away? Many thoughts and doubts were swarming his mind. God damnit... Denki was right. The thought of messing things up and losing you was horrible, but the thought of you belonging to someone else made him absolutely sick to his stomach. He had to do something.

He needed a drink. Something to help him muster up the courage to say something to you, or at least drag you away from whoever this guy was.

about an hour passes, you've been having a really nice conversation with Shindo. He was nice, and funny. Seemed to have a successful career as a hero ahead of him. And he was definitely handsome. He was text book perfect. However, that didn't stop you from glancing around the room every so often trying to spot your purple haired friend. Just out of curiosity of what he was doing.... Not 'cause you missed him or anything....

Shindo had excused himself to find the restroom. You reached into your pocket, looking for your phone. Your eyes widened when you felt nothing there. You almost panicked, all of your project designs were on your phone. You couldn't lose it. You thought back to the last place you remembered having it...... On the couch with shinsou!!

You quickly made your way over to the green couches, thankfully finding your phone on one of the cushions. Toshi wasn't there anymore and neither was Denki. Your eyes scanned the room, wondering where the two boys had gone. They landed on a small crowd of people surrounding one of the tables. They were chanting something, but it was hard to hear over the music. You walked a bit closer and thru the crowd you spotted Denki's signature lightning bolt.

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" you hear the other students shouting. You push past a few people, making it to the front. You saw Denki, holding up his phone and recording with a drink in his other hand. Your eyes shifted to the right and there was Hitoshi, chugging the biggest bottle of tequila you've ever seen. Your eyes went wide, you'd never seen him act like that before.

As the clear liquid slowly disappeared, he slammed the bottle down on the table. Any harder and it might have shattered. The groups of students screamed and cheered, and then he spotted you. His face lit up. "Y/N!" You moved closer to him. "I wuz js gunna com find yuu. I had sumthin I wanned to tak to yuu bout." He was slurring his words a bit when he spoke. "Toshi, are you drunk?" You cupped his cheeks trying to keep his head from moving so you could see how dilated his pupils were. "Mmmm maybee uh lil" he pinched the air in front of his face, squinting his eyes a bit.

You turned to Denki, glaring at him. "Denki how much has he had to drink?" His face flushed with embarrassment, maybe a bit of guilt too. "Just a few........ Bottles..."

"BOTTLES???" You scolded. "Denks you know he doesn't hold his alcohol that well." His hands came up defensively. "He said he needed to get his mind off something, this was the only thing I could think of!" You rolled your eyes and turned back to shinsou. "Of course it was" you mumbled. "I'm gonna take him upstairs okay? I'll see you tomorrow." Denki gave a weak smile and nodded you off.

You lifted Toshi's arm and put it over your shoulder. "Come on big boy, let's get you to your room." His only response was a hum of approval while you made your way thru the crowds of people and to the dorm's elevator.

Once inside, he stood behind you and slumped his tall form over your shoulders. His chin rested on the top of your head, and it was quiet for a bit before you decided to speak. "Sorry I ditched for the past hour, I shouldn't have left you alone with denki's irresponsible ass." You scoffed. He turned his head so his cheek was now nuzzled in your hair. "t's okey y/n." He slurred.

The walk back to his dorm room was quiet aside from a few incoherent mumbles coming from him. You opened his door and sat him down on the bed. You were about to step away to grab him some water, but he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to him, resting his head against your stomach. Your face was a bit red, but you accepted his affection anyway. "Toshi, are you okay?" You ran a hand over his soft hair, causing him to look up at you thru lidded eyes. He was quiet for a second before answering. "... you're so pretty." He was slurring his words a bit less. Your face was definitely beet red now, and you didn't know how to respond.

You pulled away from him to dig thru the stash of snacks he kept in his room. "Here, you need to eat something." You handed him a granola bar and a bottle of water you grabbed out of his mini fridge. He took it from you and started ripping open the package.

You took a seat next to him on the bed, running your hand thru your own hair as he leaned over and plopped his head in your lap. He always seemed to be more affectionate with you on the rare occasions he had alcohol in his system. you ran your hand over his hair again, giving him a soft look. He was so cute.

"Toshi?" He hummed in response with a mouth full of granola. "You said there was something you wanted to talk to me about earlier?" You felt his body tense up a bit, and for him, the haze of the alcohol subsided just a little when you brought it up. He sat up, swallowing the bite of food in his mouth. "Oh uh- it was nothing..." Scratching the back of his neck nervously like he so often did. You could tell he was lying. Between the comment Denki made about him wanting to get his mind off something, and his drunken admission to wanting to talk, you knew there was something wrong.

You turned to face him, tucking your legs in on the bed. "Hitoshi you know you can talk to me about whatever is going on." He lifted his head to meet your gaze, noticing the worried look on your face and it made him feel a bit guilty. "I just...." He sighed and looked back down to his lap. "I don't wanna say something that might ruin our friendship."

The look in your eyes saddened, you put your hand on his forearm. "Toshi you're my best friend, and nothing will ever change that."

"But that's the problem!" He shouted. You stayed quiet and removed your hand from his arm. He sighed again, resting his elbows on his thighs and holding his face in his palms. "I just-..... I don't wanna be just your friend anymore y/n." He looked over to gage your reaction, but you were frozen. He panicked, he shouldn't have just blurted that out. Maybe he could blame it on the alcohol.

"Uh- I mean... I shouldn't have s-" he was interrupted by the feeling of your lips pressed against his. Your soft hands holding onto his face as you leaned forward into him. He was....shocked. Unable to reciprocate the kiss at first.

You pulled away from him, studying the look in his eyes. They were wide with confusion written all over his beet red face. Did you misread what he meant by that statement?

Before you had time to think about it any further, he returned your kiss, smashing his lips on yours now. It was soft and gentle, and yet still said everything that his words couldn't in that moment.

His hand cupped your face, thumb rested on your cheek while his finger tips laced thru your hair. You weren't quite sure if it was the heavy amounts of alcohol in his system combined with the small amount in your own, but whatever was happening here, it didn't seem like either of you wanted it to stop.

Time was fuzzy, and you didn't know how long that kiss lasted. Eventually you both pulled away, pressing your foreheads together. You both still had your eyes closed, and you heard shinsou sigh. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." He whispers and you can hear the grin painted on his lips. You opened your eyes and rested a hand on his cheek, pulling his gaze to yours as his eyes opened as well. "Tell me then, how long it's been."

Your tone was soft and gentle, and there was something about it that gave him butterflies. His purple irises stared into yours. They were lazy and filled with a kind of desire you couldn't quite put your finger on. "Since the first day you told me you trusted me, when you grabbed my hand and said we were friends... " He paused, pulling his lips into a small smile. "...I think... I think that was the day I began to fall in love with you."

Your face burned hot at his confession. If only you'd know back then that he was just as in love with you that you were with him, maybe you could have saved all that wasted time of just being friends.

You smiled at him, and pressed your lips against his again. It only lasted a few seconds this time before he pulled away. "We should probably uh...s-stop... kissing..." His eyes shifted away from yours and his face was a bit red. You looked at him a little confused before you realized why.

"oh-" was your only reaction when you noticed the tent that had formed in his jeans. "I'm sorry y/n... I just-"

"hey..." You said softly, placing your hand on his thigh and leaning closer to him. You gently grabbed his chin, pulling his face up to meet your eyes once again. "...we don't have to stop if you don't want to baby." Lord if only you knew what that did to him. His eyes were hazed with lust as they stared into yours, and all he could do was nod his head. His lips were back on yours almost immediately, this time feeling a lot hungrier.

He leaned forward a bit more, causing you to have to lean backwards and into the mattress of his bed. Your arms instinctively found place wrapped around his neck, and you were pulling him closer to you. You felt his tongue push past your lips and tangled with yours. Your senses were overwhelmed between the heavy smell of his cologne and the taste of tequila that still lingered on his taste buds.

His hands found your waist and he pulled away for just a second so you both could catch your breath. "I-is this okay?" He had a bit of a concerned look in his eyes, but it was still mostly clouded by lust. Your eyes flicked between his and his lips. "Toshi, stop asking and just do what you want. You have my permission." You said in your most loving voice.

He swallowed hard before you pulled his face back to yours. He slid his hands under your sweater, pushing the plush fabric up as he went. You lifted your arms and his lips left yours again only to pull the sweater over your head and remove his own. He threw them both off into the dark room somewhere and leaned back down, kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan when his teeth caught the sensitive skin and suddenly you felt light headed.

His lips were on your shoulders and your collar bone, his hand circling to your back. The clip on your bra snapped open and he pulled it off your arms while continuing to kiss in between your breasts. You laced your fingers thru his soft purple hair when his tongue glazed over your right nipple. You whined when the feeling went straight to your already soaking wet core.

He sucked and licked at your hardened bud, making sure to give the other one the same attention. He loved all your little moans and whimpers, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, addicted to the way you sounded.

He quickly unbuttoned your jeans, pulling his lips away from your chest to pull them, with your panties off your legs. You kept them closed at first, tucked into your stomach with bent knees. He was about to ask for permission, but remembered what you said, and decided to demand it instead. "Open your legs for me kitten." Your cheeks ran hot as your knees slowly parted before him. "Fuuuck-" he breathed out heavily, palming the throbbing erection in his jeans. He was blushing so hard. Just looking at you, like this, was making it painful to keep his dick restrained in the now tight denim.

His fingers slid between your wet folds while his other hand continued to palm at his dick. He rubbed a few gentle circles on your clit, lifting the hood and making you squirm a little. He gave another heavy sigh when he slipped his middle finger into your tight, warm hole. He pushed it in once, feeling the way your walls flexed and squeezed him, before pulling out and adding his ring finger.

He unbuttoned his own pants while pumping his fingers in and out of you, putting pressure on the gummy spot at your entrance. He freed himself of the binding fabric and you watch the way his dick leaked precum. It was so thick and stood straight up, all the way to his belly button. Fuck, was this what you've been missing?

He pulled more and more moans from your parted lips while you watched his painted black nails run over his tip. He rubbed his thumb in circles over your sensitive bud while his fingers still penetrated your heat. Your eyes were fixated on his face. He looked at you with so much love and desire, it was almost addicting. You saw a thick glob of spit leave his lips and fall to his shaft, coating his entire length with it as he stroked himself to the sight of his fingers disappearing inside of you. He moaned. "you're so pretty y/n..." He felt you clench around his fingers when he praised you and his eyes flicked up to yours with a smirk.

"you like that?" He questioned and you bit your lip without an answer. He leaned down closer to you, curling his fingers to your sweet spot. "You like it when I call you pretty, kitten?" His tone was dark and sultry. "Toshi~" you whined, and suddenly all the shyness he felt earlier was gone.

His lips met your neck again, sucking and leaving purple bruises all over your soft skin. You moan in his ear and he twitched and throbbed in his own hand. But it still wasn't enough. He wanted to hear you crying and screaming for him. He pulled his fingers out of you, sitting up and shoving them in his own mouth. The way he sucked on his own fingers, tasting you, was so lewd.

His hands slid up the back of your thighs, pushing your knees farther apart and as far down to the mattress as your flexibility would allow him. He leaned down and kissed all around your soft stomach, even leaving a hickey or two on your love handles. "So pretty all soaking wet for me." You closed your eyes and let out a breathy moan when you felt his wet, warm tongue push past your folds and swirl around your gummy walls. His hands squeezed your thighs as he began to devour you. "Ugh~ fuck Toshi." You whimpered and he groaned against your skin. That's what he wanted to hear.

You laced your fingers thru his messy hair while he stared up at you thru dark lashes. "Right there" you whispered, pulling on his purple locks. " Fuck right there." You repeated.

You pushed your hips up into his face and pulled his head down on you more. He loved the way you were just using his mouth. He was rutting his hips into the mattress, desperate for some kind of friction but too drunk on your pussy to stop. Your whimpers were getting loud and he could tell you were nearing your climax. Soon, your thighs closed around his head and he let them, bringing his hands to hold your waist and rub comforting circles with his thumb on your warm skin. You let out a loud cry of pleasure, arching your back off the bed and pushing your head back against his pillow. He continued to use his tongue to play with your clit while you rode out your high in his mouth.

Eventually, you came down from your climax with heavy breaths, high on euphoria. He pulled away from your heat and leaned over you. "You taste so sweet, kitten" he licked his lips. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue and staring at him with lust blown eyes. He caught on to your silent request, and another thick glob of spit landed on your taste buds. "I had no idea you were so nasty." he said, leaning down to make out with you some more. "Only for you, Toshi" you whined between kisses.

You felt the tip of his dick slide against your clit while he kissed you and grinded his hips against yours. You grabbed his shoulders, pushing him off of you and onto his back, immediately climbing on top of him straddling his waist. Fuck it was hot when you took control like that.

He held on to your hips, helping you move them against his, sliding your wet folds up and down his shaft. You watched him come undone beneath you as he struggled to form his next words. "I d-dont have a condom ugh~" he ended his sentence with a soft moan. "Don't worry about it" you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in close. "I wanna feel all of it." You seductively whispered in his ear. He whined, and you felt him twitch. "yes ma'am" the smirk painted on his face was wide.

You snaked your hand between the two of you and lined his tip with your entrance. "Are you sure?" He asked and before you had time to answer you were already sliding yourself down on his length. "Oooh fuck~" you both moaned at the same time. "God you feel even better than I imagined." He held onto your waist while you rocked your hips back and forth. It felt so good the way he stretched you out. He started leaving more bite marks on your neck and shoulders, and he gained a few scratches on his chest.

You took one of his hands and slid it to your neck, silently asking him to squeeze. "are you sure? I don't wanna hurt-" you interrupted him. "Choke me Hitoshi, please." You whined. And without any further thought, his grip tightened and your eyes rolled back. You were moving faster and your whimpers were getting louder, almost screams as you repeated a string of curses. The look in his eyes was dazed as he watched you bounce on him, strangled cries of pleasure leaving your throat from how hard he squeezed it. You were feeling light headed and coming close to your second orgasm.

You started moving your hips in such a way that dragged your clit against his pelvis while he hit your g-spot with every bounce. Your legs started shaking a bit and his other arm wrapped all the way around your waist while he flipped you over so he was back on top. His hand still wrapped around your throat while he rammed himself into you. "Cum for me, kitten. Ngh~ fuck, please." He begged. He kept moving so his skin dragged against your clit, just like you had it moments ago. You started crying out loudly because of how hard he was hitting your cervix. You instinctively covered your mouth, trying not to be too loud, but he wasn't having that. He took his free hand and ripped yours away from your face. "Absolutely fuckin not." He growled. "I wanna hear every bit of how good I make you feel." He pinned your arm to the pillow while he continuously slammed his hips against yours. It wasn't long before you were squeezing him tight and gushing all over his dick.

Your thighs squeezed his hips and your walls flexed as he threw his head back with a sinful moan and his own string of curses. "Ugh~ perfect... Sooo fucking perfect holy shit."

You felt hot, sticky ropes of cum start to spill out inside of you while you milked him for all he had. His hips stuttered and his thrusts got messy with the last little bit that leaked out. And with one final hard thrust, his grip on your throat loosened and he collapsed on top of you, burying his head in your neck. He braced himself on his elbows and you could hear his labored breathing in your ear.

He stayed like that for a bit, and then slowly pulled out of you, groaning quietly from the sensitivity. His cum started to leak out of you as he sat back on his knees. You felt two of his fingers, entering you again and you whined. He let his cum leak out onto his fingers before he pulled them out and shoved them in your mouth. He stared into your eyes, gaze still lust blown with red cheeks while he watched you suck his fingers. "Taste good?" His voice was soft and low again and you nodded your head. He smiled, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and running a thumb over your bottom lip. "That's my good girl."

He fell beside you, encasing your naked body in his arms. "...I'm sorry it took me so long to confess my feelings." He kissed your forehead. "I just couldn't wait any longer, seeing you with that....guy... Made me worry that I'd be too late if I didn't say something now." You lifted your head to look at him in his beautiful purple eyes. "I've only ever had eyes for you."

"really?" You cupped his cheek, bringing his forehead to press against yours. "only for you, Toshi."

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soaronmywings · 10 months

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Soul Full of Sunshine (Kylo x F!Reader)

Pairing- Kylo Ren x F!Reader

1.1K Words

Warnings- fluff, the slightest of angst, honestly nothing, just cuteness

Summary- Distraught after losing everyone he had once loved, Kylo Ren returns to his home world, Chandrilla.

A/N- It's finally hereeee!! Like I said before, this was my favorite story, it was supposed to be a one-shot but I wanted to give it a little unf i guess. Anyways, I love it, I hope you do too! P.S/ I know it's short, but this is exactly what needed to be said, nothing more.

He hadn’t known what drew him to go back to his home-world. He had lost everything, most by his own hand. His mother died, using the last little push of life she had left to try and get him to realize he had been on the wrong side of the war. He killed his own father in cold blood, something that has haunted him ever since. And his dyad, the one who had been so close to him, something like a twin sister to him, had given her own life to save his own.

But, why?

Why had those around him sacrificed themselves for him? He wasn’t worth saving, he was nothing more than a boy trapped in a man's body. A boy who had been burned and betrayed, hurt by those who he thought he could trust.

As he took his long strides down the rocky shores of the beach he had grown up on, almost as if it were happening right in front of him, he saw himself. When he was nothing more than a baby, swarmed by the love of his parents. How could things have gone so wrong?

The lies he was told came crashing down, all around him all at once. His parents had always loved him, his uncle had always wanted what’s best, and they spent many years trying to show him. All it took was one measly, crumpled old man, taking advantage of what he had perceived to be his misfortune. He always knew exactly what to say, just how to attach the strings he strung him with.

His puppet.

And he had done it all. Everything that he was told to do. Even when it shattered him. One wrong step, and he had bumped into her shoulder. She had attempted to mutter an apology, cursing herself for not paying attention to her surroundings.

When their eyes finally locked onto one another, everything around them faded into nothing. It was just them. She knew those eyes. The eyes that were once hazed over, hiding nothing but fury and rage behind them as the fire made them nearly glow red. Now, the orange sunset had casted a warm hue over him entirely. No longer angry, but just sad.

“You.” They had said in unison, eyebrows raised as they realized they had in fact known each other. How curious, she could easily chalk it up to being nothing more than a coincidence. But something told her that there was no way this could be something so silly as such. No. The elders had talked about this, one in a million chances.

Fate.

The memories of the building disappearing beneath her feet, the wall that had previously held all of her books and trinkets she had collected over the years crushing her, the fire that raged all around her. She remembered. The strange act of kindness, the young man with so little words, yet had so much to say. He wanted to tell her how she’s one of the reasons he had fought to save himself, tell her how her beauty had stuck with him over the years. But something told him that she felt the same.

Promise you won’t be scared. Promise you’ll take my hand.

Her innocence alongside her naivety is what she could blame for her next move. Taking his large hand into hers, placing the other on top of his. The sorrow that had just filled him up to the brim had dissipated, allowing the corner of his mouth to twitch up into a crooked half smile.

“You remembered.” His previous facade that he held all those years ago had been erased, leaving him blushing and somewhat shy. She had found it adorable and endearing.

He pulled her in, their arms tangling around each other as her head rested right above his heart. She doesn’t know why she was stumped to hear his heart beating beneath her. Perhaps it was because she had truly thought he was death. That he was the grim reaper, stealing the unfortunate souls of those whose time had come.

She had never been so thrilled to be any more wrong before in her life.

“Of course I remembered.”

Who wouldn’t have remembered something that had been so engraved into them? She had nearly died, she actually thought she was already dead, but then this man, the man with his long and strong engulfing her entire being, saved her life. She wasn’t thinking of how technically he was the reason she had almost died, just that he’s the one who had put the pieces back together.

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Their reunion couldn’t be something that began and ended on the sandy shores of Chandrilla, there’s far too much to be talked about, too much to be known. Questions lingered on both of their lips and they sat side by side in the living room of her tiny cottage. The fire that quietly crackled and popped at their feet brought warmth into the rather chilly home. This home was the perfect size for her, not too big, just enough room for her collection of herbs and plants, her yard littered with fresh fruits, vegetables, and flowers. It was perfect for her, but on the other hand, it was slightly cramped for the giant sitting next to her. She caught herself from laughing as he had nearly bursted out in laughter from him almost hitting his head on the doorframe.

He supposed it was worth it though, he’d hit his head a million times over if it meant being by her side. He knew it seemed far fetched, like something his mother read to him to get him to sleep. Those stories of true loves kiss, or the knight in shining armor saving the damsel in distress. Happily ever after and all that. But deep down, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman.

While the silence was comforting, something that was as scarce as hen’s teeth, they both needed more.

“What’s your name?” She was the first one to break the quiet space they had created, she was itching to delve deeper. Of course his name couldn’t possibly be death. She had ruled that one out.

Her question had stumped him. Left him even more at a loss for words. He wasn’t Kylo Ren. That’s who he was under the mask, behind the cackling red saber. That’s who led millions of troopers to destroy anything in their path with a single look in his eye. That’s not who he is anymore. Now, he's on his home planet, wearing cotton pants the color of an eggshell, with a shirt of the same fabric only white. Ren would never be caught wearing anything like this. No this was all…

“Ben. My name is Ben.”

Saying that, soaked up any sadness or guilt that could possibly be remaining. Leaving him with the largest smile on his face that he can ever remember, allowing all thirty two crooked teeth to shine.

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crackheadintheclouds · 1 year

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KAZAMA REN X READER

[Part -I]

Sunlight peered through the glass windows, the smell of delicious food lingered in the air. It was lunch time and all the students were busy chattering, joking, eating and goofing around. Except you , who was rather focused on the tiny piece of paper in front of you with pen twirling between your fingers.

Mathematics, geometry.

You had nearly spent fifteen minutes trying to figure out the same problem. It wasn't some simple maths question, it was the chocolate problem of the week, the toughest question on the practice sheet. Whoever solved it or even figured out the initial steps were considered to be a genius in the classroom. And after getting inspired by a few classmates, you were trying your best to figure it out. Not for the chocolate's sake, but because of Akadou University. Although you were still in middle school, your father's friend's son had been successfully admitted to a prestigious university. It was a proud moment for their family. And the happiness it brought on their faces was euphoric with the feeling of pride swirling in the air. You wanted to be there too, someday, in the same position watching the gleeful faces of your loved ones. Being the reason for their smile.

“Yes! ” you exclaimed out loud in excitement when all of a sudden something clicked in your mind. You opened the cap of your pen and started writing the solution on the white paper. Before you could reach the end, someone snatched away the parchment beneath your hand making you raise your e/c coloured eyes, only to meet the magenta coloured eyes of a green haired boy.

Kazama Ren, the school basketball player and bully. You inhaled sharply as he gave it a look of malice before crumbling the paper in front of you, making your fingers curl in temper. You rose from your seat, making the chair under you squeak and giving him a hard glare which he returned with an equally vicious smirk plastered on his face making your blood boil with rage.

“Don't you dare to act all Einstein. You clearly aren't worth such things”he mocked tilting his head.

“That's right, I'm worth more”you growled squinting at him , a look furrowing your eyebrows.“Now give it back,”you demanded in a stern voice.

“Fine” he said, changing his expressions , surprisingly making your face cool down. He unfurled the paper and offered it to you giving a genuine smile. You raised your hand forward in order to take it only for him to back away, making you stop dead at your position. You were too naive to know his intentions. He held the paper right in front of your face, before bringing another hand up.

Krrrrr

He turned the paper, placing the torn ones one upon another.

Krrrrr

He turned the paper one upon another again.

Krrrr

By now the whole class was looking at the farce happening in front of them.

He continued looking at you smirking as he tore the paper slowly bit by bit and threw them on you making them fly in the air, a few pieces landing on your h/c coloured hair. The class watched as the green haired mocked you , not even a single person willing to stand up for you. You stood there dumbfold staring at him, as you felt your chest heavy with the insult you received.

“Happy now?” He mocked before laughing with his goons who latched around him like a leech because of his influencing attitude and money.

“A geek should know their place, you know where it is?”

You deadpanned at him not speaking a word.

“Its the trash bin”

You averted your eyes to the ground trying to hold back tears pricking your eyes as he spat those words like poison darts.

Contented with his victory, he snickered, bumping your shoulder and walking away. You bit back your cry, lowering down on the ground staring at the ink written on the bits of paper that now layed on the ground. You clenched your fist as you cursed yourself to be so vulnerable to a bullies words when it didn't matter at all. You knew it was just a little push for you to break out from your shell ....so that you could improve but it was just so brutal .You stood up after pulling your strands of emotions together, lighting up something else inside instead of rage. The thirst to prove yourself.

“We'll see what we're worth in the end ” you muttered before sitting back on your seat as the bell rang.

The sound of ball and shoes squeaking against the floor echoed through the gymnasium as the crowd watched the players cheering, chattering and squealing at their every basket. It was the final basketball match of middle school , so there was a lot of enthusiasm and excitement filled within the players as well as the student crowd.

The match had been tougher than usual which was obviously because it was the final match. But Kazama was already on cloud number nine with the attention and appreciation he was receiving from the cheer leaders and students.

He was a bit more confident than usual , as he played his chest filled to the brim with pride and ego. There was no doubt he was the best player in the field , he knew he was the centre of attention for his looks,money and popularity. And that just added more into his ego,the more he thought about it. He was so engrossed within himself he was almost sure he would be the one to win. No scratch that. He was going to win, he was the elite , the ace of his team. There was no doubt someone would surpass him. He was so indulged within his narcissistic thoughts he ignored the pleas of his fellow teammates to play carefully.

The referee whistled as making everyone come to halt, signalling everyone it was the last few minutes of the match. There was a lot of tension among the teammates and surrounding. Even the crowd kept on biting their lips anxiously, unable to guess who would win.

Kazama looked at the scoreboard only to find both the teams had tied. The trophy would belong to the one who baskets the ball. He smirked , this trophy was definitely going to him. He could do it with the back of his hand. It felt like a piece of cake to him!

Underestimating his opponents, he grabbed the ball to himself the second the shrill sound of whistle entered his ears. Dribbling and saving the ball from the opponents, he made his way through. He could almost see it, the basket and the ball, only a few feet away. Few feet away from the final victory.

He was so lost in his lust of victory he could almost imagine himself holding the golden shiny trophy gleaming in his hands, the students cheering his name . He made his way through lightning fast and jumped, throwing the ball with his pale lean hand and before he knew it , the ball landed in the basket, circling around the ring and finally falling through the net.

“Yeah!!!! ” he screamed his throat out giddy excitedly, finally taking a breath of relief .

He was the winner. No one else. Nobody else was as best as him. He was the king of basketball.

His victorious smile dimmed down when he noticed instead squealing and cheering of the crowd, all he heard was dead silence. No one was screaming his name, not even a single person. All just stared at him dumbstruck as if he did something gravely wrong.His eyes darted around as he scanned the faces of his teammates who wore a disgusted expression and shot him grimace looks.

He furrowed his eyes in confusion, not understanding what he did wrong. They won didn't they? He scored the point, then why the gross looks?

He snapped his head in the opposite direction to check on the other team, only to find the faces of his opponents smiling, smirking, giving lopsided grins.

They lost, didn't they? Then why are they smiling?

Before he could process what was going on, the referee whistled and pointed out towards the opponent team as the winners of the match and half the crowd started squealing over the victory while half the crowd started booing.

Suddenly reality hit him. His smile disappeared and his heart bursted out in guilt.

He scored on the wrong side of the court. The wrong side of the fucking court. Overconfidence and pride had dumped him down in the drains.

How could he make such a silly mistake?

Guilt tripped, he looked over his teammates for support, for consolation but all he received was grunts and grimances. They were surely cursing him under their breaths. He tried to take a step forward towards them but his heart ached when he realised they were leaving the court without waiting for him. Without waiting for their ace who had been alongside him in all their long journey.

He should've listened to them. If he weren't blinded by his ego and narcissism none of this farce would have occurred. He was too drowned within his own ego to even realise his wrong doings.

He scanned the vast gymnasium where people booed him, cursed him. This chest started feeling heavy as cold sweats covered the back of his neck. He had official made a fool of himself in front of every student, in front of his teachers and fans, in front of the whole fucking school. And now even his teammates were shooing him away.

He pressed his lips together trying to control his feelings of embarrassment, regret and guilt at the same time.

Obviously he was the one and only to blame and there was no doubt it was his fault. He signed, averting his head down.

For the first time in years he was accepting his mistake.

And it was hard.

He numbed away his feelings during the trophy announcement, clapping away pretending to be happy for the other team who had won because of him. Because of his ridiculous mistake. They would probably make fun of him after everything is done and he wouldn't be left to show his face to anyone.

After shaking hands with the opposite team, he silently made his way to the locker room to change as the crowd started leaving the gymnasium.

Right before opening the door, he hesitated. He didn't want to go there . He just wasn't ready to face them yet. They were probably waiting to scold him in there and he thought it was best to let them cool down. He decided to ditch the plan and wander around instead, to keep away from people's judgemental eyes.

“You suck Kazama! ” a voice yelled at him. He turned only to meet eyes with his teammates who were fuming with rage, crossing their hands in disapproval and disappointment.

“Why the heck did you have to act so extra smart you fucking piece of shit?!”

“We lost because of you! We lost because of your fucking mistakes! ”

“You dumbass bitch why didn't you listen to us? ”

His teammates removed all their frustration, scolding him right on the spot. No matter how many times he apologised, no matter how many times he said sorry, nobody listened to him. Nobody. He doubted if they even considered him as a friend after noticing their behaviour towards him. They treated him like a prick, a dumb asshole. He knew he deserved it but what hurt him more was when they said “You don't deserve to be in the team if you think you could win all by yourself. Yes, we are kicking you out and don't come crying because we fucking won't accept you back for your shitty behavior.”

With that, they just left. There was no sympathy or mercy in their tone. They all blamed him , gave him the burden of all their mistakes, broke away their friendships for a silly game. For a fucking game.

Disappointed, he ran out of the gymnasium holding back his emotions. There was nobody to support him. Who would? He had been a bully all his life in middle school, it was obvious everyone disliked him, hated him, including his friends. He had no one to go for comfort or consolation, nobody to correct him and make him realise his mistakes. And that just broke him even more, so he ran. He ran until the gymnasium was out of view, until he was exhausted

He finally stopped to hold his breath after he was sufficiently away from the building, panting heavily resting his palms on his knees. He sat on the nearby bench as his eyes finally opened about himself and about others.

He curled his fingers in anger and hurt recalling his friends.

How could he call those bastards as friends when they just left him in the moment of need? How could they hang out with him only for the sake of popularity and money?

He was busy blaming himself for being so naive and selfish, trying to cope up with the insult and hate he received when a shadow fell over him, blocking the bright rays of the sun. He looked up to see a silhouette of a girl standing beside him. He couldn't exactly figure out who it was until his eyes adjusted to the light.

It was a h/c haired, e/c eyed girl standing in front of him. Recalling from his memories,he had bullied you a few months back and he definitely knew you were there to rub salt in his wounds. A perfect timing to take your sweet revenge. He ignored you and just stared at the blank space.

“Just say whatever you want to say and leave, even bicker if you want but just leave me alone,” he spat, not making eye contact.

It wasn't that you had followed him there. In fact, it was a coincidence! You didn't guess he would be inside the park after the felicitation ceremony, especially after what had happened today. You definitely sensed hurt in his voice as his face showed expressions of internally breaking apart. He was having a hard time, he was in a rough spot. Despite him being your bully, you wanted to help him.

Without a thought you sat down next to him “That's not the reason I'm here for” you replied suavely.

“Then why are you here?” he ranted , still refusing to make eye contact.

“I saw the match and... ” you trailed off. “I also saw what your friends did.”

“So are you here to add more to my pain? Do the same thing my friends did?” his lips quivered as he still tried to hold back his intimidating composure.

“I already said I'm not here to do any of that” you said soothingly “And what you called friends, I don't even think you should consider them that..., ”

“What do you mean?”he questioned, curious to know what you wanted to say.

“I mean how could you be so blind? After noticing their persona in my perspective, they were only taking advantage of you... ”

An awkward silence bloomed between you two as you stared at the blank road.

“Sorry I shouldn't have said that–”

“Actually , you're right”he cutted you off.

He knew it! He fucking knew it all along! But he didn't confront them about it, thinking he would be left friendless and without support... Thinking he would turn into a loser. Thinking it would add a strain to his image.

But right now, when he thought about it... What tree did the seed bore? At the end he still became the joker he thought he'd become, didn't he?

Accepting the reality seemed hard to him and your words overwhelmed him even more.

He finally looked at you, tears welling in his eyes.“They never considered me as their friends, they only fucking used me for my money, for my fame” he confessed.

His chest moved up and down as he finally broke down and before you knew it he latched himself on your shoulders in a hug and started wailing.

“Those fucking... Bastards... They were only using... Me... They never cared about me...” he sniffed “Everyone hates... Me... I'm stupid idiot... Who believed they were my friends... I lost the match... I was so lost in my pride and ego.... ” Being a sensitive soul yourself, you consoled him by patting on his back, something which your grandma used to do while you cried during childhood. It was odd for you to do such a thing , especially after he had bullied you before , but you patiently listened to him. People tend to make mistakes and maybe if you help him, maybe if you're there for him when he needs it the most , he'll become a better person. You were sure sooner or later he'll give up on his antiques and do the right thing. He was already redeeming his actions anyway.

“It's okay” you soothingly said flashing back to the memories of your grandma and her sayings“Just let it all out, it will be alright. Everything happens for a reason you know....We lose people so that sooner or later we realise we need to depend on ourselves...Good things fall apart so better things can come together and whatever happens we can always learn from it”

He broke away from you sniffing, wiping away his tears as his face came pink. “But it hurts.... A lot” he sobbed, taking large breaths.

“It sure does” you gave him a soft smile offering him your handkerchief “But eventually things will turn out better”

Somehow those words got through him as he accepted your handkerchief and he finally calmed down wiping away his tears. You placed your palm on his back , comforting him as if like a child and it did turn out fruitful. After spending a good time with him to ensure he doesn't cry again, finally you decided to leave. You stood up from the bench, preparing to depart . It was time for you to go home.

Kazama didn't seem fazed about you leaving at first, giving you hints that he was okay now. So, being self satisfied with your given time, you started walking away.

“Thank you” The words fell over your ears making you halt on your spot. You turned your head in his direction somehow baffled by his changed behaviour. He never thanked anyone as far as you knew.

“What?”

“Thank you... For being there for me.” he mumbled, grinning sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. His face was a mess but he looked quite adorable now that he was emotionally stable however you couldn't overlook the fact his behaviour was quite ....strange.

“You're welcome.” you returned the smile showing your satisfaction with his behaviour. However, awkwardness did not waver a bit. Not knowing what to respond any further ,you continued walking your way when once again his words made you stop.

“Would you like to hang out for lunch tomorrow?” he called out from a distance , his words sounding genuine and wishful.

You turned your head only to find him staring straight at you, frantically waiting for your answer. His expressions seemed stern and desperate.

You chuckled before answering him back with a wide grin “Sure.”

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Yes and yes I'm going to continue this later but do let me know if you want a part 2 posted here ! 👀 but I'm curious regarding how you feel about the backstory. Let me know in the comments, if you wish,feel free to ask about the questions of the character . Last but not the least don't forget to like and share ;)

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