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taehyunsluvr · 1 month

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Baked goods

Warnings: nsfw, afab!reader, sub!taehyun, meandom!reader (?), premature orgasm, oral (m receiving), not proof read, shitty plot, kinda brat taming if u squint real hard

Lmk if I missed any <3 !! MDNI !!

Summary: Your work friends have tried to help you succeed in your love life but it never seemed to work out. Until you meets your neighbor who's innocence intrigues you.

Word Count: about 2K

a/n: Ik this is shitty I've never written a fanfic before so I'll try doing different plots than basic ones like this (This isn't proof read so sorry for dumb mistakes lol)

You looked down at your buzzing phone. Is this why you always set 17 alarms? Because none of them could wake you up correctly? Either way you sighed deeply and flung your legs over the edge of the bed. The cold wood floor of your new apartment, the open window with a gentle breeze, everything about your new life was perfect. Except one thing. Every one of your friends, AND I MEAN EVERY ONE, had started getting into relationships, and here you were, in your apartment, alone. The only good part, was you had your options open. That was something only single people could do. Naturally. You sighed, got ready for work (which was one of the only things keeping you going at this point), and left your new apartment in a hurry. Sleeping through you alarms definitely didn't help with your time management.

You finally got to work. Your once clean and put together hair was now disheveled. At work you don't have many friends, but the ones you did have were the best you could ask for. As soon as you walked to your desk, your two coworkers and best friends decided to talk to you. "Hey Y/N do you have a date to the wedding?" One of them says. You look up at them, "No I don't why do you ask?" Your other friend answers, "We were just curious cause the wedding is next week. We wanted to know if you were coming single."

The two of them sit down on the opposite side of you. You can't say no. They're both too sweet. But what you really don't understand is why they would assume that you're gonna show up single. It almost made you annoyed. "No. I'm not coming alone." you say, making both of them look at each other. "Then who are you bringing?"

You shrug, "I'm bringing my boyfriend. You've both met him before."

You can't believe yourself right now. You lied about having a boyfriend. You didn't even know that there was going to be a wedding. You think about retorting your lie, but you don't think that you can because they were way too excited. "I knew it! I told you she would have someone."

The blonde girl, Winter, says to the black haired boy, Huening Kai, Hyuka for short. "Yeah yeah. I'm just surprised that she hasn't told us anything about him yet." Winter puts her hand on your shoulder, "I can't wait to see the guy you bring. If hes not hot I'm kicking him out." "I want to meet him." Hyuka says as he stands up. You nod.

"Why did I do that.." You say to your self as soon as you leave work. They're probably not even going to believe you once they meet your 'boyfriend'. You don't know how but I have to come up with someone or something. Then literally just as you're thinking that, you crash into something tall and hard.

"What the hell..?" You say as you back up and look at the man you just bumped into. Is this a romcom? How is he so handsome? And how did you just happen to bump into him right now..

You pray to whatever god gave you this chance in your head.

"Watch where you're going." He says coldly. Maybe you weren't so lucky. He was a bitch. A brat. But you played it off. It didn't really matter how he acted. That wasn't important. You try your best to put on a nice face. "Oh no! I'm sorry. Are you okay?" You ask him. He steps back, dusting off his clothes. "I'm fine. But watch where you're going." "I'm so so sorry." You say, reaching out your hand to brush off his jacket. He looks at my hand, then back at me. "No, it's fine. Just watch out next time."

You nod and look him up and down. He's very attractive. You could definitely take him to the wedding. But what if he already has a girlfriend? There's so much to consider. "Um, are you still here?" He says, making you snap back from your thought. "Oh yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking." you reply, careful not to break your composure.

"So uh.. Would you mind giving me your number so we can keep in touch? I mean if you're okay with it." You say. Seriously? How fucking corny was that. He looks at me.

"Why would you want my number?" "Well because you're cute and I'd like to get to know you better." "Really?" He laughs but clearly is flustered. A slightly smile

"So would you be willing to give me your number?" "Yeah sure." He takes his phone out and types something on it. He hands it to you, "There you go." You add the number reading the name " Kang Taehyun" on his screen. You completely forgot to ask for his name before. You walk away and to head home. Was this a dream or real life. You can't believe you just asked someone for their number. If you didn't already tell Winter and Hyuka that you had a boyfriend you would have totally been bragging to them about this.

As you walk, you realize that you're both heading in the same direction. Is he stalking you or is it just a coincidence? Maybe getting his number really did raise your confidence a little but too much.

"Are you stalking me or something?" you say, laughing.

He turns his head, "No, I'm not. I'm just going to the same place as you. But thanks for the offer." You scoff. "I own the bakery down here."

You're slightly taken aback by the fact that HES a baker. You would have thought he was a personal trainer, a model, something like that. "Lets walk together then." You pull him by his arm to be closer to you. He doesn't move away. You get to the bakery's front steps, pausing before he invites you in awkwardly. "We're closed right now but I need someone to test some of our new recipes anyways. This was your chance. You could possibly make him fall for you so you could take him to the wedding. So you take the chance to ask him if he's in a relationship. "I'm guessing you don't have a girlfriend..?"

"No. Not at the moment."

"A handsome guy like you should have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. Whatever you're into." You sit at the bar of the bakery crossing you arms while leaning on the cold table top. He has basically no reaction. Is this guy celibate or just extremely experienced to the point nothing effects him. "Thanks, but I'm not interested in dating anyone at the moment." You ask "Why not? You look to be around that age." "Because I don't want to. I'm only 22." He answers while sorting through the different options of baked goods. You hesitate. You want to act how you usually would around guys, but thinking back on your past experiences maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

"Why? No guy wants to be single."

He looks confused by what you meant. "So you've never gotten to third base in other words. I could tell by how many times you've checked me out." You threw the entire friendly girl act out the window, even though he invited you into his bakery out of his own 'kindness' after hours. "I- No I didn't.. Im just.." He says stopping his movement, tensing up while dodging your eyes, moving them to various objects around the shop.

"Give me a break. You're too obvious. At least try to be conspicuous about it." You run your fingers through your hair while teasing him. The dimly lit bakery almost seemed to help push the mood in the direction you were hoping for. You're enjoying this. Usually the guys you talked to before would start getting defensive and concerningly aggressive if you spoke to them this way. But he almost seemed to like the way you were talking down to him. "Take off your apron." You meant it to sound like a request but it ended up sounding like a full on demand.

He stayed silent and surprisingly complied. You raised an eyebrow. Did you misread him for a virgin? He gave in too easily. Either way, it didn't matter. Bringing him to the wedding wasn't your goal anymore. He slid off his apron, and you burst out in a laughter.

"I knew you were a pervert. You really are a virgin. This is too funny." You stood up and walked around the counter.

"Im not a pervert-" His words were cut short by the force of you hand on his hardness. He could barely form a sentence. His hips bucked shamelessly into your touch.

"How are you explaining this to me then? Use your words. I'll stop if you want, but I know you wanted this." He didn't even bother to respond. His head fell onto your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

"No I... keep going.." He says between bated breaths. He let out a louder whimper as you gripped his cock. He leaned back up, his bangs messily covering his eyes. "Please.."

You stopped and unbuttoned his work trousers, they fell to pool around his ankles. He definitely wasn't small. You weren't confident you could fit it all but you had already left all your reasoning at the door as soon as you entered. You kneeled down, and without hesitation took his whole length down in one go.

As you slowly moved, you could sense how sensitive he was. His cock was begging for attention, twitching at every small movement you made. He was moaning softly, and breathing heavily. You pull your mouth off, teasing his tip with your tongue. You digged your tongue into his slit and swirled you tongue around his swollen glistening tip. He let out a strained moan. Even though you couldn't see him, you could already tell that he was a nervous wreck. You forced his length back down your throat, taking whatever you couldn't fit into your hands. You could feel his hands almost grabbing your hair, but as soon as he felt you slightly halt he moved them firmly to his sides. He shivered profusely. His whimpers grew louder.

"Wait I-" Without warning you feel his hot seamen spurt out onto your tongue-- and also practically all over your face. It was sweet, with a hint of saltiness. You could tell he took care of himself. "I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to.." You wipe the bit that got on your face and stood up.

"Open your mouth."

"Huh? Why-" You pushed your fingers forcefully into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged around your fingers and moaned lightly due to the sensation. You pulled them out slowly, wiping his saliva on his own shirt. His face glistening with sweat as it beaded on his forehead. His hair was sticking to it, but it somehow made him look cuter.

"You're so kinky for a virgin."

His eyes slightly widened on your judge of his character.

"Not at all! You just- it was so sudden.." His was still breathing heavily from his intense premature orgasm. You helped him pull his work pants back on. You couldn't believe you escalated the situation this far. The scent of the baked goods somehow managed to mask the lewd scent of cum that was usually so pertinent.

"So.. do you have any plans in the next two weeks?" "Not really.." He was still attempting to retrieve his composure. You could tell he wanted more, but you weren't seemingly willing to comply. "There's a wedding coming up and I want you to come with me. My coworkers are quite literally dying to meet you." "Why?" "They think we're dating." "And why would they think that? We just met today.."

"Because I told them we are.. and you should repay me. Even if you wasted my gift on that weak excuse for an ejaculation."

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 11 months

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Song: I will wait for you- mumford and sons

“After a long, hard and lonely day: he can finally be in your arms again.”

Reader x ….

Options: Nikolai, Matthias, Kaz, Tolya

Hear me out, Matthias and Kaz, one established relationship, one pining because apparently I want to feel pain. xoxo.

This Action Echos - Matthias Helvar , Kaz Brekker.

Content Warnings: Unrequited Love Trope. Not Beta/ Proof Read. Love Confessions At Inconvenient Times. Kaz Opening His Mouth. Explicit Language.

Your legs are resting up beside you on the chaise longue in the back of the club, hiding away in the back room, awaiting for the crows to return.

Being benched wasn't something you were taking personally, you knew that Kaz had run the odds, and you were better suited to staying back, but it didn't stop you worrying about them all. Nothing could stop you worrying about them all.

The waiting is unbearable, and you have nothing that successfully fills your time, allowing you to stop yourself thinking about all the things that could be going wrong. You trusted them all implicitly, they've all gotten themselves out of situations they never should have survived, far too many times to think they were anything short of lucky. But you cannot help but linger on the way Matthias likes to suggest their luck will not last forever, that eventually it has to run out. But it has become easy to believe they were charmed, your little family of misfits and renegades. It would be easier for you all to go down together than believe any one of you could fall alone.

Your heart jumps, threatening to push it's way out of your chest and greet them before your feet can pull you to the door, when it opens. Jesper is the first through the door, cracking the end of a joke. "You waited, that's sweet of you darling, were you worried about me?" he smirks.

"Always, what if you miss a shot?" you tease, pulling him into a hug.

"You wound me more than any enemy when you say things like that," he returns your hug, squeezing you that little bit tighter to let you know he missed you, and he was worried, even if he wouldn't admit it.

"No, you could never miss," Wylan quips. "You can shoot perfectly, but your timing, that could leave something to be desired." Wylan gives your arm a small squeeze as he passes, giving you time to pull away from the caring embrace of the now scowling Zemeni.

"Play nice lover boys," Nina says. She cups your face in two hands and plants a kiss on your nose. "We could've done with you on that one." She tells you, not to make you feel bad for your absence but to assure you of your presence, and you appreciate it. All the little ways Nina makes you feel loved, makes you feel like you belong, you appreciate them all.

You don't get a chance to turn around to see him before strong arms are engulfing you in a hug from behind. You lean back into it, the familiar smell, that reminds you of woodlands and fresh snow fall, filling your space. His coat is cold, but you can feel the warmth underneath it the tighter he holds you. "Matthias," you smile, tilting your head back to look up at him.

"Wild one," he replies, but there is a smile in the corner of his lips, not able to keep the stoic seriousness in his face.

"Did you miss me?" you ask.

"Every moment I was away," he tells you.

"I kind of miss when he didn't talk so much," Jesper says, pulling himself onto the desk to sit down.

You throw Jesper a warning look, it had taken far too long, and so much to get Matthias to where he was now, comfortable enough in his self and in the changes, in the challenges and the story that brought him here, to Ketterdam, to you, and always from a life he had always known and understood, for Jesper to make him doubt his progress for even a second. "Adawesi?" You challenge him.

Jesper laughs but backs down without a further comment.

Kaz looks less than pleased joins the gathering. "Inej decided to do some reconnaissance, and figure out where we are now in the situation," Kaz explains, not bothering to greet you.

He gives you a side glance, making his way to the back of the room. You're standing, Matthias's arms still around your body, laughing at something that Kaz does not understand or recognise as being funny at all.

You give him a small smile and he just eyes you before taking his seat.

"Jesper, as promised you can have your drinks, Nina, you can have your rest, Wylan, you can have your peace, and Matthias... what did you want again?" Kaz asks.

"I asked for nothing Demjin," Matthias says, finally taking his arms from around you, to stand taller. Of all the things that have changed, all the distance crossed, Matthias hasn't budged once in his dislike and distrust of Kaz Brekker. Matthias watches him, silent prayers to Djel that the demon in the suit across from him cannot sense his discomfort. He may have come to accept that his tricks are human, but he is yet to believe that Kaz himself is anything less than demonic.

"Right, it's all honour with you," Kaz says, looking down at some papers on the table. "Then I suppose you're all dismissed."

"Kaz I need a word," you remind him, you'd tried to ask him about a job before they left and Kaz had brushed you off, saying it could wait, you'd made him say he would speak to you as soon as he returned, that he understood this was important. He said he would. Now he was looking right through you.

"Right," he says, "can it wait?"

"It has waited," you tell him, "you don't scare me enough to be able to brush me off like that Brekker."

Nina, Wylan and Jesper make a quick exit at that statement, Wylan giving you a good luck nod as he ducks down and out of the room.

"So can I have your time or do I need to be a stolen painting?" you ask. You could fool yourself into thinking for a glimpse of a moment, Kaz almost smiles. He exhales and nods. You lean up on tiptoes and plant a kiss on Matthias's cheek. "I won't be long."

"Can I get you something?" he asks, not really wanting to leave you alone with Kaz but respecting that you can handle yourself well enough.

"I would love something sweet to eat," you tell him. His shoulders bump up slightly as he stifles a chuckle.

"I'll ask Nina," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before leaving.

Kaz looks up at you, expectant. Waiting. His impatience clear on his tight lips. "What is it?"

"I want in on the job with Specht," you tell him. Something almost sets alight behind those dark eyes of his.

"No," he says plainly. You cross your arms, watching him but he goes back to his papers. "Is that all?"

"No," you tell him, "I want in on the job, he said himself he could use me."

"Then maybe I should have words with him about undermining me, I will tell him who is good for a job," Kaz spits.

"Boss, you keep side lining me," you say, "I thought maybe it was not a personal thing, but this is a piss easy job with the opportunity to work so much in the favour of The Dregs in Fifth Harbour, why won't you let me do this?"

"Go home," Kaz tells you, "go home, rest. Be comfortable in your safety, your friends made it home, your Fjerdan made it home, all is well," he sits up straighter in his chair. "So go home, enjoy your luxuries, convince Matthias that each day in Kerch is better than whatever life you could have in Fjerda, remind him of all the reasons not to miss his home, make him cheerful and fall asleep in his arms. If you really wish to do me a favour maybe convince him to stop looking at me like I might grow wings at any given point, or better yet, stop asking me about jobs, when I have one for you, you will have it."

You want nothing more than to go home to Matthias, to forget about everything that is needed and required from you, to simply curl up and be warm and happy with the man you love. But this was not about Matthias, this was not about your happiness, or your comfort, this was about Dirtyhands keeping you from your place. Besides you've never known Kaz to really care for your happiness in any regard, it took so much bargaining to get his help on the smallest of things, time and time again. Kaz was a business man before he was ever a friend to you. You knew that. He was your boss, and he rarely let there be moments when he felt like he was anything more. While the rest of the crows valued the companionship that came with this band of broken dolls, but Kaz, Kaz cannot help but keep everyone at arms length, in a metaphorical sense as much if not even more than the literal sense.

"You want me to leave," you state, eyeing him. "What is your problem with me... I thought... What is your problem?"

"I have no problem, except insubordination," he states. "How go on, hurry and catch up with your Drüskelle-,"

"Do not talk of Matthias in that tone," you snap, "he is more than you could ever hope to be Brekker and yet you talk of him with such dishonour, why because he has faith? Because he has purpose? Because he dares to love?"

“After a long, hard and lonely day: he can finally be in your arms again.” Kaz's words shouldn't strike you as so painful, and yet they do, it feels like he has pressed that oyster shucking knife from his sleeve right into your throat and was twisting it. "I can't give you that. And I doubt I ever will be able to."

"Kaz... what are you saying?" you ask. You'd expected anger, you'd been looking for a fight, but Kaz does not look like he wishes to fight, he doesn't even raise his voice, he takes a simple breath and then speaks.

"That if I was a different man, a better man, a man who had not been ruined and broken years before I ever got the chance to know you, I might just have been able to be the man that you need, the man I wish I was able to be, but know I will never become, even for you, I am not able, and I will not lie to either of us that I am. I am, and I can only ever be Dirtyhands, Bastard of The Barrel, and that is what you need of me more than you will ever need me to be the man I wish I was for you. So no, I do not... dislike Matthias, it is not that I dislike him, it is not that he is the enemy, Drüskelle, or Fjerdan. It is not that he does not deserve you, it is simply that I do not."

Kaz leaves without giving you a chance to respond. Not that you have a clue how to respond. You had never had the smallest inclination that Kaz had feelings for you at all. You were barely aware Kaz has feelings. Your mind is spinning. Unsure what you're supposed to do with this information.

You wait in the empty room, the door still open from his exit, the tapping of his cane disappearing into the noise of the club.

You take a moment, and you bring yourself back, to the moments before Kaz threw a match on everything. For all the shock, you remind yourself it doesn't matter. Kaz's reasonings for trying to keep you from your work were unspoken, he intended to spin you out with a confession that you did not need to hear. It had worked and that annoyed you most. You would not let him side line you for feelings he never deigned to suggest he ever had before. You would make him take you seriously, his feelings be damned. But you'd had a long day, and more prevalently, Matthias has had a long day, so you will find him, the man who you love, the man who would fight wars and change the world for. You were going to return to him, enjoy your treats and your calmness and his presence and force Brekker's words from your mind. Matthias who you had been waiting on all day, who kept your mind occupied with thoughts of him always. Matthias who you would always wait for, always go to. Your Matthias. You would not let Brekker ruin the calm, not for you, and not for Matthias, no matter his feelings. You couldn't let it.

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msookyspooky · 1 year

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Terrible Trilogy

Part 24

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You quickly wrapped your hand with a ripped off piece of Roman's cloak to stop the bleeding with his corpse closest to you. All before crawling your way in the dark during the scuffle.

You quietly crawled on your belly just to pause when Stu threw a table. In the midst of your hesitation; something made you glance over at a form on the ground…Your heart sank as you bit your lip. Kincaid was blankly staring up at the ceiling; You couldn't tell if he was blinking or breathing. Your heart ached as you saw how cold and lifeless he looked even in the dark. You went to move, accepting he was dead until he slowly looked over at you.

You held in the gasp as you quickly crawled over to him, clutching his hand that was outstretched towards you.

You stifled a whimper as you held his hand close to you, whispering over and over to him. " I'm so sorry. Just hang in there, just hang in-"

His voice was thick, gurgling as he mumbled so low you barely heard him. "No, I'm not but you…You can do this…YN."

"No, no, no. Mark, hang on-"

His eyes darted down to his body and your gaze followed to see just how much blood he had lost. It was seeping towards you, under your hand on the floor as he was shot in the chest, a lung or more by the sound of it…Your lower lip trembled as you realized…He was right. He wasn't going to make it.

He gave you the slightest smirk he could muster. His blue eyes still had their sparkle as he whispered. "...You…You called me Mark."

You felt a smile reach your lips as you tried to quit the sobbing chuckle wanting to escape you. You sniffed and bit your lip with a nod. "Thank you. For everything."

You didn't care. Quickly getting the courage to reach over and kiss him. A short peck, just enough to let him know…Something. Something was there between you two. How thankful you were, how important he had become in such a short time, how sorry you were this happened to him. His lips were cold as he barely moved before slacking…His body went completely limp against you. You pulled away and seconds passed before a strange rattling gurgle escaped his throat. You saw his eyes were unmoving, not blinking, just glazed over staring back at you…The same look you saw on Sidney years ago.

You had to cover your mouth to hold in the cry that wanted to be let out. The wail of anger and sadness as tears rolled down your face.

He was your freedom, your chance at justice, at a normal life. Unlike Derek; you could have seen something with Mark Kincaid in the short time you knew him. You felt an instant connection with a person that had their own scars to bare and skeletons to hide. And most of all, he believed you and wanted to help you without an ulterior motive.

You suppressed a whimper, closing your eyes as you heard the killers arguing around you…And that's what Neil was now; a killer. He didn't need to kill Mark Kincaid…But he did. And you knew this shit had to stop.

You gave Mark's hand a hard squeeze before moving away from his body. Sucking in a shaky breath. With a determined look on your face; You army crawled near the wall to the back of the bar to avoid detection.

You got behind the bar and reached in an ice bucket above you as they fought. Slowly gripping that ice pick in your hand. Just waiting for the right moment before you ended this. When you saw that opportunity; you plunged that thing so deep into his back with little remorse from who he took from you tonight. At WHAT he took from you tonight; a chance at freedom and peace and a possible normal life.

Now, he was struggling as you jumped over the bar. You stood over Neil, glaring down at him. Kicking his knife out of his hand. He tried to move before you dropped down and held him in place.

He just stared up at you, trying to catch his breath as he shook his head in disbelief. "I shot you."

You sneered at him before you raised your shirt to show the stolen LAPD bullet proof vest.

Neil's face fell as he shook his head. "...I still have proof. Everyone will know. Everyone will know what you've done. You're just. Like. Them."

You stared in silence a moment, shaking your head before calming telling him. "...I'm not like them. You know why? Because I'm not doing what they tried to do to you 5 years ago…" You raised the knife as your teeth clenched. " You don't deserve Prison."

His eyes widened and he tried to block it but it was too late. With a large swoop of your hands, you stabbed the pick deep into his chest. He jerked, a sharp gasp escaped him as you felt what it was like to stab a person. You stared down at him. Numbness washing over you as you let go of the ice pick. Not happy or joyful or satisfied. Just…Accepting that this was what had to be done. It was you or him and who knew how long it would take for cops to get there or if he wouldn't escape before then or just kill you…This had to be done.

Neil gasped for air, looking down at himself when suddenly a boot came out and kicked him hard in the side. You jerked your head up in time to see Billy glaring down at him. "You put us through hell for weeks and you think dying is gonna be that easy, motherfucker?!"

Stu raised his knife and you instantly screamed to the top of your lungs a loud, grating 'NO!'. A feral scream that made both of them jerk back in surprise. You never screamed like that in your life. It was pain and rage and fear all rolled up into one long scream.

You huffed out air when it died off, chest rising and falling while glaring at them both and daring either of them to do anything. You were drenched in blood, your clothes a mess, tears streaked your face as you caught your breath.

"Jesus Christ." Billy mumbled, staring at you with wide eyes. You just stared back, ready to rip out that ice pick from Neil's dying body and kill them if they got too close…You were completely done. Everything was ruined and you were DONE.

You all paused when you heard a door knob jangling followed by Randy's voice. "It's stuck!"

Followed by Dewey, "Get something heavy! Quickly, down the hall!"

"Okay!" Gale answered as you looked fearfully at that door.

Neil smirked through the pain while glancing at the door and at that moment you remembered something crucial. Something that would be hard for even Mark to help back you up on had he lived.

"....Block the door." You muttered to Billy, swallowing hard at the choice you were forced to make.

Stu and Billy blinked at you before you snapped at them. "Quickly! Block the damn door!"

Stu was the first to react, rushing to the nearest heavy display case near the wall. "Come on, help me!" He hissed at Billy as he rushed over to help. They gave it a few hard pushes in their weakened states before it fell over in front of the door. They shoved it against the dark wood right when the first bang of someone trying to get in sounded.

While they did that, you instantly went to that door Milton came from, where you presumed Neil was hiding…The projector room.

You climbed up a level to a chair and a reel no longer playing. You grabbed it and jerked it out, taking it back down with you to where they were.

You shot Billy a look. "Give me your lighter." Right as you smashed it. Film reel broken open as you started pulling it out as fast as you could the rest of the way.

Neil violently shook his head from the ground. "What… Are you… Doing?" He huffed out, trying to pry the ice pick from his chest and sit up but he just limply fell back.

Billy gave you a strange look as you held out your hand. "Lighter Billy. If this gets out…We're all fucked."

"NO!" Neil yelled, before coughing violently, a bit of blood on the corner of his mouth as Billy quickly fumbled in his jacket pocket and handed the lighter to you.

"Stu, see those pictures near Roman? Grab them." You ordered as you went to the metal sink near the bar.

"STOP!!" Neil yelled as Stu grabbed them, looking at them as he came back to you.

Stu muttered under his breath. "Holy shit…It's us."

"Exactly." You grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured it on the reel and grabbed a picture from Stu before he threw the rest into the sink. You ignited the lighter, holding the flame near the corner of the picture in your hand. "Which is why we have to destroy it."

You sucked in a breath. Knowing once this was gone; both your threat of the dirty secret coming out and the potential evidence to free you was gone. Both things could be true, and yet, you couldn't take the risk. It could even be used as blackmail to keep those two in line but it also put a target on your head…Once these were destroyed; they had nothing holding them back from killing you.

Neil yelled out, trying to rip the ice pick from his chest desperately as you threw the flaming picture onto the others…Watching it all burn.

Neil watched, settling down in defeat as his face twisted in contempt towards you. You watched it all burn…What could have been burning with it as the flame illuminated the room.You saw Mark's frame from the flames light dancing along the walls.

The banging got louder on the door as you nervously shook your leg. "Come on, burn! Burn bitch burn." You hissed out. The moment you saw it shrivel to nothing; you tried the sink but the faucet didn't work. So instead, you grabbed a nearby water jug on the ground and started pouring it all down the drain…Making it harder to recover the ashes and see what was on that film reel.

"You'll lose in the end…They'll find out, one day YN. It's all gonna come out." Neil growled out through his teeth as he struggled to breath, wincing in pain as blood slowly seeped from his wound with every gasp.

You ignored him and turned to Billy and Stu. "Hide or find a way out."

Billy shook his head slightly. "We saw you shot in the fucking face?"

"He missed." You quickly urged them. "Now hide…Go!"

Stu didn't hesitate to run to a hiding space clutching his bloody side. Billy stared at you a moment before going with Stu. They were almost hidden when the idea struck you to finally tell them what you've wanted to tell them since Woodsboro.

You called out to them. "And one more thing... Now that this is done; Get the Hell out of my life. I never want to see either one of you ever again."

Stu froze, turning to you and clearly taken back by the statement. "What?...Sweetcheeks, you don't mean that." He reasoned with a half smirk he was forcing on his face.

"Oh, but I do. You pulled my own gun on me today, Stu…Any friendship we started forming again? It's gone."

Stu blinked a few times before he furiously shook his head. Clutching his side as he went to march towards you just for Billy to jerk him back. The wood on the door splintered as Stu exclaimed. "No! I was stressed out I just-...No, you-you can't do that! You need me, okay! Just as much as I need you! You fucking need me!"

"No I don't, Stu!…You set foot on my property and I'll kill you. Both of you." You forced out, feeling your throat tighten at what you reasoned was fear.

Billy looked back at you and huffed with a shake of his head as he pulled on Stu's arm. "...You're so full of shit. Let's go, Stu-"

"Like I was at Windsor, Billy?"

Billy scowled at you as he urgently dragged Stu to a nearby display case in the darker part of the room. "We both have to hide; Unless you want prison or shot."

You swallowed, Stu's stare never leaving your own. You knew the Hell you brought upon yourself just now. The banging was urgent as wood splintered on the door and Stu's jaw ticked as he bit his inner cheek before going with Billy.

You glanced back at the door splintering before walking over and crouching next to Neil on the ground as he took rapid breaths; glaring at you with as much hatred as he had for them. You frowned before taking off your locket as he went to reach for you. You grabbed his hand and softly placed the opened locket in it.

His glare fell as you turned it over for him to get a better look. A small picture of you and Sidney smiling together. More Sidney in the shot then you from the angle it was taken. "Does this look like I wanted her dead?"

He stayed silent as you continued.

"She gave it to me as a gift and I've had it as a keepsake ever since…I told you, I wasn't with them or helping. I was trying to survive at Woodsboro, at Windsor and now here."

His brows scrunched, staring back up at you as he let the locket fall. You grabbed it and then grabbed his hand, locket between your palms. You looked into his eyes, seeing glimpses of the man you once knew as Sidney's Dad.

"If I could go back in time…I'd do anything to have her survive." You admitted, not caring if Billy or Stu heard as wood cracked on the door again. Dewey and Randy and Gale yelled as they rammed something against it.

Neil gave you a strange look, looking more tired by the second. You shook your head with tears in your eyes. "I cared about your daughter, Neil. She was my best friend and if I knew what I know now; I'd change so much from that night…I'm sorry this happened to you…Both of you."

His brows rose as he stared up at you. You felt a deep frown on your face as you leaned down and whispered low enough for only him to hear. "But because of what you did; I can't do anything. They don't go to prison and now my hands are tied because the one man that could have helped with that is dead. If you wouldn't have blackmailed me and forced me to help them, maybe they'd be in handcuffs tonight. Maybe I could have helped you take them down…Maybe even kill them. But now? You're dying, innocent people are dead and they're alive and free. Only justice you served was killing Roman tonight. The rest was murder."

His eyes widened at that before looking hazy. A numb acceptance of his own washing over him. Staring at you, saying nothing as his body slowly became limp. His hand fell from your hand to the ground, dragging Sidney's locket with it as he leaned his head back to look at the ceiling with a soft groan.

You leaned back on your heels, right when the door smashed in. The case knocked over as a heavy pillar came barreling through. Dewey tossed it aside as he and Randy panted for air, dripping sweat and Gale rushed in to stop dead in her tracks. She stared at you before looking at Neil and covering her gaping mouth.

Randy and Dewey locked eyes with you as well, looking shocked at whatever your appearance was. You looked down at Neil again as Gale yelled. "W-What?...Neil Prescott?...The killer was Neil Prescott?!"

"And Roman. And Angelina." You added.

"WHAT?!" Gale exclaimed.

"No fucking way." Randy muttered with wide eyes and Dewey grabbed his gun and almost tripped over the case to move around the room.

Randy instantly jumped over the display case. He rushed forward and grabbed your arm. "Are you okay?" You yelped as he accidentally touched your hand and he winced. "Sorry! Sorry. We gotta get you to a hospital."

"To be fair; a lot of the blood is Milton and Detective Kincaid."

"Holy shit, YN." Randy softly whispered before he put his arm under you and tried to help you up. "Come on, you're okay! Everything's gonna be okay now." He repeated, unsure if he was convincing you or himself at this point. All while Gale continued to stare at Neil lying on the ground, eyes rolled into the back of his head and not breathing. The ice pick still in his chest.

Dewey came back, swallowing hard and licking his lips to try and say it. "Kincaid…He's dead. I should search the room for others." He went to check near where Stu and Billy hid and you stopped him.

"Don't, Dewey. Let's just call the police and get to a hospital."

Dewey hesitated but nodded. Gale helped him get the toppled display case out of the way. Randy let go of you to help as you stopped to stare at Neil a moment. Walking back over to him to retrieve your locket. You bent down to get it from his hand.

Dewey quickly pulled his gun back out and aimed just in case. "Be careful, YN! Randy said the killer's always superhuman."

"Theoretically." Randy added, eyeing Neil himself from a distance.

You shook your head as you put it back on around your neck. "Yeah, well. He wasn't superhuman, Dewey. He wasn't superhuman at all."

You went to walk away when you heard Randy yell. "YN, LOOK OUT!" Right before someone jumped on you, screaming in your ear and clawing at your face from behind.

"YOU STUPID COW! I'M THE FUCKING STAR! NOT YOU! I'M THE STAR!!"

You cried out, struggling against her as she clung to you, nails trying to dig into your eyes as you both flailed around wildly.

"Shoot her!!" Gale screamed.

"I can't without shooting YN!" Dewey yelled back in a panic as you both spun around, knocking over what little furniture was untouched in the destroyed room. Randy tried running towards you to help but tripped over Neil's leg as you and her got near the bar. You slammed her body against the bar repeatedly until she slacked. You were on autopilot as you grabbed her hand and struggled with the knife. You sliced your nails against her wrist hard enough to get the upper hand. Even with how much your right hand felt like straight electric shocks of pain shooting up your arm, it didn't stop you from prying it out of her grasp and without warning; You whipped around to plunge it into her neck.

Angelina's face faltered as she released a choking noise. You pulled it out and right when she went to grab you, you stabbed her again…And again… And again…And again.

She cried under you as you stabbed her, screaming out every built up emotion you had from all of this. "I DON'T WANT TO BE THE STAR, YOU CRAZY BITCH!" You screamed back until your lungs were hoarse. You kept stabbing as her body jerked with every stab, blood gushing and splattering on you as you just stabbed faster and harder. You lost count until you felt someone place a hand on your shoulder. You spun around, knife in hand before lowering it when you saw his nervous expression.

"YN…Stop…It-It's enough. Just put the knife down." Randy said, swallowing as he eyed you. You felt your arms fall before you tightened them once more. He flinched when you plunged the knife into her forehead even though she didn't react.

He stared at you. "Had to make sure…Dewey, could you?" You numbly reasoned when your eyes darted to Neil.

You saw Dewey tighten his lips into a frown as he aimed the gun and with a reluctant look; shot Neil's corpse in the head…You didn't want to deal with this ever, ever again.

You finally just collapsed against Randy. Your shoulders shook as Dewey lowered his gun and he and Gale stepped into the room towards you. You saw two silhouettes of Billy and Stu quickly run out the door as the rest were none the wiser. Too enraptured in all of this.

Seeing them leave; Your last chance to take a giant risk and get them captured or killed and out of your life forever made you break down. You shook against Randy, sobbing as he held you a bit tighter and Dewey stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder.

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You sat in the ambulance with Randy; Dewey and Gale riding in a separate one. Once again, you four were the only survivors…At least, that's what everyone thought.

Your mind was a million miles away when Randy made small talk. "Well, we got by better than the last one or uh… Some of us did."

You closed your eyes and nodded. It could've been worse this time. Just like Randy at Windsor. It made your hand look microscopic.

"So um…Do you uh, think you might wanna go to therapy after this?" You stared at him as he cringed. "Cause uh…You need therapy after this, I'm just saying."

"Yeah…I think so."

"Oh thank God." He rushed out under his breath as you shot him a look. He held up a hand, "Don't give me that look. I know you had a valid reason for going apeshit but the human brain can only handle so much, YN."

You shook your head. "Not gonna lie…I can kind of see how Neil became what we saw tonight."

Randy sighed and leaned his head on the wall behind him. "Yeah, me too…God, force once I'm glad Sid wasn't alive to see that."

You shrugged, looking distant. "Probably wouldn't have happened if she did."

He scrunched his face with a shake of his head; a similar numb look in his eyes as well. "Nah. I don't know Roman's edge other than being hungry for fame but I have this weird feeling he would've done it regardless. No matter what, this was bound to happen…God, Sid's half brother AND her Father everyone presumed was deceased? Like a plot straight out of freaking Dynasty or something."

You rolled your lips and nodded, looking away. Silence fell over both of you as you held your blood soaked bandaged hand in your lap. Tired beyond belief, sore, in pain, dried blood was everywhere. You thought you might pass out from blood loss or exhaustion after the night you had

"Okay." He interrupted it, nervously rolling his lips before talking. "Horrible, awful timing but…Do you wanna see a movie this weekend?"

You raised your brows, taken out of your dark mood in complete surprise. "...Are you serious right now?"

He ran a hand through his messed up hair. "Look, my date bailed on me. Believe it or not, chicks don't like a guy that's constantly being attacked by knife wielding maniacs." He tsked with a head tilt. "Which is why I'm asking you because I bought the tickets and I mean…What the hell? We already went through a murder spree three times within the last 5 years of our very impressionable young adult lives. What's a movie gonna hurt?" He faltered. "But…All things considering, if you didn't want to go-"

"Hey." One of the paramedics chimed in from up front. "Are you seriously asking a lady on a date after the night she had? You don't think that's not just a little bit fucked up there, bud?"

"Hey, hey! I wasn't asking the peanut gallery up there. Why don't you do your job of driving us and-"

"Randy."

"Um y-yeah?"

You felt a small smile tug at your lips. "Okay but only if it's a nice Meg Ryan movie."

He gave a sheepish smile. "Eh, will Drew Berrymore work?"

You nudged him. "Close enough. You're buying my popcorn and drink, by the way."

"After tonight? I guess I could." He chuckled out sarcastically.

You sighed with a slight smile. Leaning against him to possibly rest your eyes for a moment. You wanted so badly to sob again, to tell them to pull over so you could scream, to just hide yourself away and sulk over who you lost tonight and the consequences. But right now? You lived, Randy lived, Dewey lived and you'd deal with the Dennis file and police reports and fear of revenge later. Right now, what mattered more was what snacks you were going to sneak in your purse into the movies this weekend.

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One Week Later…

"Guys, guess what." Dewey excitedly asked as Randy got popcorn ready in your kitchen. "Come on, guess!" Dewey grinned ear to ear as Randy and you both exchanged confused smiles.

"Uh, you got us Jeepers Creepers to watch?" Randy shrugged.

"Wh- Noooo!...Can I tell them? Come on, please." He looked at Gale as she smiled and lightly rolled her eyes. She held up her finger with a grin and Dewey exclaimed. "We got engaged! I know it's sudden and we've had our differences but…Gale's it for me." He smiled down at her as she smiled back up at him.

You opened your mouth, unsure whether to be thrilled for them or dreading it considering the woman he was marrying. You couldn't say you were surprised considering how on again off again they were and how love sick Dewey was even when they broke up.

Randy hesitated as well before he grinned with a chuckle and came forward to pat Dewey on the back. "Hey, congratulations big guy- Oof!" Dewey grabbed Randy in a tight hug before running over to you. You laughed under your breath and hugged him back.

"I'm happy for you, Dewey. Both of you." You added, looking at Gale with an unsure smile. To your surprise; she slowly smiled back at you.

Gale suddenly looked away and cleared her throat. "Uh, how about you boys go pick out a movie and we'll join you in a bit?...Dewey, make sure he doesn't pick a horror movie. I hate those."

Randy rolled his eyes as Dewey excitedly ushered him into the living room, talking about exactly how he proposed to Gale outside just moments ago.

You shifted in place, worried about a certain file that still lingered over your head. Gale awkwardly chuckled and showed her modest diamond ring. "Pretty, isn't it? Never would have thought I'd ever get one. It was always 'Gale Weathers; Career woman.'...Now it's going to be Mrs. Riley."

"I'm happy for you, Gale. Dewey deserves some peace in his life after all this." You gave with a tight forced smile. "We all do."

"...Yeah…Yeah we do." Gale eyed you, inhaling and looking away in thought. All of a sudden, she sighed with a dramatic shrug of her shoulders. "Screw it. I'm not one for subtlety. So, YN…What do you say to being my Maid of Honor in my wedding?"

…

You stared at her for a moment, blinking repeatedly to try and process if you heard her correctly. "...You want me, the girl that ruined your career, to be your Maid of Honor?...Is this some kind of sick joke where I get doused in pig's blood at the reception?"

"What? No, don't be ridiculous." She rolled her eyes with a scoff.

"Then you have dirt on me or some shit? Something horrible or embarrassing you can't wait to use against me?"

"You think I do?" Gale raised a brow.

"Yeah. That right there; I'll pass." You shook your head and went to leave when Gale called back to you, closing her eyes and desperately calling for you. "YN, wait!"

You turned back around as she huffed out. "Please just shut up and let me explain, would you!?" She said while smacking her hands to her sides with an annoyed glare. "I'm done with that kind of reporting. This was it. No more."

You stared back at her before sighing and reluctantly walked back over. "Okay, listening." Cringing when your lightly wrapped hand accidently bumped into the counter. Doctors claimed it didn't stab bone but it did skim it and possibly injured the tendon in your middle finger but time would only tell if the surgery was successful or not in repairing it.

Gale ran a hand over her mouth in thought. You raised a brow, waiting while she collected herself. "I don't have too many friend's…Actually I have none."

"Gee, wonder why?" You saw the look she gave you and blew a defeated puff of air past your lips. "Fine. Continue."

"ANYWAYS, I don't have many friends in my line of work. People are cut throat in this industry. You can't trust your coworker not to tell a secret to the whole world for a promotion."

"Yeah, I can see that."

You folded your arms the best you could with your hand, waiting for the part she thought would have you saying 'yes'.

Gale rolled her lips, looking away before she threw up a hand. "Okay fine, I screwed up. There, I said it."

You gave a skeptical look her way. "Sure, this is just to get me to be your Maid of Honor then you'll pull your bullshit again."

"No bullshit, YN! I screwed up and…I'm…I'm trying to fucking make amends here!...I'm sorry. There, I'm sorry."

Your eyes widened slightly as she looked away with a frown. "I really did think…I really thought it was you. That you helped them on purpose but after seeing you go through this again; I realized maybe I was wrong." She sighed and rolled her new ring up and down on her finger. "No, I know I was. It's just, I was wanting that story so badly. The big one. The one that skyrocketed me to iconic status."

You didn't let your guard down. "You followed a bunch of rumors from teenagers. Okay, TEENS."

"It wasn't just the rumors! It was you saving Billy Loomis that-"

You cut her off with a groan. "God Gale, how do you know I wouldn't have taken a bullet for you, or Dewey or Sidney or anyone else? It just so happened to be a guy that I thought was my friend at the time…And you ran with it and ruined my life. Oh no, I ruined your career? Well, at least you can step outside without fearing for your safety from someone NOT in a mask. I had to miss out on how many years of life because of what you spreaded about me. The Woodsboro case would have stayed some local story people talk about here and there had it not been for you and that fucking book."

Gale frowned and nodded while you spoke the entire time. "I know…I know." She muttered every so often.

"And another thing! The case I won in Court was not rigged! It wasn't unfair. If anything, it was justice for you stealing my life just as much as Billy and Stu did."

She faltered, looking ready to argue that when you interrupted whatever she was going to say. "Gale, I didn't want the money. Okay? I never wanted the money. I just wanted my name cleared."

She sighed heavily. "Look…I get it but it was out of my hands once it was mass copied and sold across the Nation. You can claim the Marilyn Manson story is false all you want! But because it circulated; no one is going to see him and not think about him removing some ribs to get himself off. It's just life, I can't change it." She gave with a shrug.

You stared at her. "Yeah?...But you could've at least tried to rebuke it."

She looked up at the ceiling with her mouth twisting as she pushed her tongue inside her cheek. She finally looked back at you. "Okay…Okay, I didn't do that because I didn't want my credibility tainted. Had I known what I know now; I would have. Because my career tanked regardless after you sued me." She paced the kitchen as she ranted to you. "I thought I had you. I SWORE I had that case in the bag because I truly felt you were helping them and Windsor just solidified that for me. I am not the kind of reporter to run wild with baseless claims; despite what you might think."

You treaded lightly but tilted your head and asked. "...You still think it was them there?"

"We both know what we heard and saw and I still don't understand why you didn't admit it and back me up!" Before you could argue that fact, she sighed and deflated. "Then again, Randy swore he saw them too or at least Stu Macher and now he claims he was mistaken. I don't know…Maybe you both are in denial or lying….But…"

"But?"

"...I have no proof either way."

You both stared at one another before she sucked in a long inhale through her nostrils. " I mean, you saw them. They were identical to Billy and Stu. Mrs. Loomis even saw that. Detective's with their jobs on the line saw that and no one ever found them so I know I'm not fucking making it up!...I even thought Dennis Rafkin was Stu this time around but he came forward and police ruled him out of the case."

You stiffened at that, trying not to show how shocked you were to hear that. "O-Oh?...Well, where was he?"

"Skipped town, I guess. Murderer trying to kill you. I suppose anyone with brains would but I still wish I could talk to him. Just prove to myself it's really not Stu Macher once in for all. We both know how police just want to close the case and-"

"Gale, that's…That's crazy. I mean, the file you stole wasn't proof enough? Different age, name, birth and stuff."

She narrowed her eyes towards you. "How do you know about me stealing his file?"

'FUCK.'

"Um, R-Randy? He told me you were tripping out on the idea Stu was alive and stole that file or whatever."

Gale bought it and slowly nodded. "Yeah…Well, it doesn't matter now anyways because it's gone. I think the cops found it at the crime scene and took it as evidence. Must have fallen out of my bag. Probably how they got in contact with Dennis."

"You think?"

"Who the hell knows." She pushed her hair over her shoulder with a groan. "I just…Did you not see what I saw?! At Windsor, it was so obvious-"

"Gale." You interrupted, trying to change the subject before she dug too deep. "I saw two guys that resembled them but that's it. Nothing to prove it was them either and Mrs. Loomis was as grief stricken as Mr. Prescott was. She isn't reliable. Okay, any boy with dark eyes and high cheekbones could've fooled her!"

Gale stared at you, like she was trying to fight some remaining defiance on the issue before she relented. "It pisses me off regardless that you might be right. I still think they're at large even if they... Aren't Billy Loomis and Stu Macher." She gave in a defeated monotone.

You nodded at that.

Gale leaned against the counter as you got the popcorn from the microwave. "I just can't believe Roman or Neil. Especially Neil…How did he find you?"

You cringed when she wasn't looking before slamming the microwave door shut and quickly shrugging. "I don't know. Cops think he was listening to everything in the motel room beside me and parked his car up the block. His handwriting was confirmed to be the letter at Windsor too."

"Why wait so long?...And he seriously almost ran you off the road and you didn't tell us?"

You emptied the popcorn in a bowl. "I had it handled."

Gale scoffed. "You're such a kid. A dumbass, stubborn fucking kid that needs to know when she's in over her head. Almost as stupid as you going in the woods by yourself. "

"Huh, doesn't that sound familiar? Someone that needs to work with others and ask for help." You countered, throwing the bag away and holding the filled bowl in your hand.

Gale gave an annoyed look. "I'm a successful journalist in my 30s that's traveled the world. You're barely old enough to drink."

"And yet, you want to fight with someone almost half your age." You raised a brow with a scoff.

She stared at you with her brows furrowed. "Well, that's why I'm trying to call a truce here... I love Dewey, you love Dewey and I cannot go through a relationship with him again like we did after our Court Case. "

You stared her down but soon felt your shoulders sag as you repositioned your hands on the bowl. "Yeah, me too."

"So…Can we just call an end to this bullcrap? You won! You won the Court Case, you got your character out of Stab, and you got Dewey on your side too…" You went to protest that but she continued the second you opened your mouth. "So, please put on a dress and help me handle this goddamn Wedding."

You looked at her up and down, mulling it over in your head before groaning to yourself in defeat. "Okay, I'll do it. " You held up a finger. "But I swear to god, Weathers. You start your shit. You do any snooping in my personal life-"

"I won't. Besides, your life is boring as hell. Doesn't exactly scream 'Front page' anymore."

You rolled your eyes and went to walk away but she stopped you.

"Hey, YN." She gently took the popcorn bowl from you. "I mean it, I don't want to ever report these murders again. I don't want to be the reporter I was years ago, alright? But most of all…Thanks. For forgiveness and being a part of my big day and all that stuff. I know you're doing it more for Dewey, so am I, but it's still a relief you're meeting me halfway here."

You smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah well, thanks for extending the olive branch."

She smiled back and walked away. You went to walk away too when you heard windchimes. Stopping in your tracks to see the door wide open. You stared at it long and hard.

'...This is a sign. Neil is gone, Roman, Angelina, Billy's Mom, Mickey, Hallie. It's time to move on. Be a normal person. Billy and Stu haven't shown up by now and they wouldn't attack in broad daylight with cars here…You can leave it unlocked.'

You stared before shaking your head. "Yeah, screw that." And bolting the door shut and putting in your alarm code. You were healing, not stupid.

"YN!" Randy yelled. "Get in here! We're starting it!"

You shook your head with a chuckle while walking in. Gale curled up next to Dewey on the love seat, Randy and Cherri on the big sofa and you decided to scooch in next to them. You couldn't help the smile on your face at how relieved you were that life was normal. For the first time in 5 years, you could breathe.

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You all watched the movie before Gale and Dewey headed home early. Randy leaned on the railing of your porch next to you; the sun setting as Cherri laid in the yard chewing her favorite toy.

"...So…I give them a year tops before they file for divorce."

"Randall Meeks."

"What?! You seriously think they'll make it? I mean, Christ! The shitshow they had the last few years before the break up." He asked with raised brows and a tilt of his head. "And I told you only my Mom calls me that."

You rolled your lips. "Well…I don't know. Maybe more than a year?" You straightened your spin, elbow to elbow with him resting on the railing. "Aren't you happy for them?"

He sighed and leaned up, turning around so his back was leaning on it instead. "I don't know. I want to be but God it's Gale Weathers. Name one nice thing about that woman. Go on, name it."

"Well, she's maturing, I guess. I mean, she asked me to be her bridesmaid and buried the hatchet after all these years."

Randy gawked at you before giving a sarcastic laugh. "OH, hold the phone! So that's why she's suddenly not 'that bitch we can't stand'...You just want to wear an expensive designer dress-" He wiggled his fingers at you and you used your good hand to smack them.

"No! She's definitely still an asshole but I want to be there for Dewey. And you gotta admit, she's better on your team than as your enemy."

He smirked and gave a shrug. "Yeah, I get it. Just don't be shocked if she-"

"Starts her shit? I warned her but I'm keeping a lookout for it."

You both were silent a moment before he cleared his throat and broke it. You stared down at your bandaged hand as he spoke.

"Uh, YN…I'm really sorry about Detective Kincaid. I know you and him had chemistry together."

"Randy, thanks but we only knew each other for a few days."

"Yeah but I kind of liked him all things considered. You both clicked unlike you and Derek; that felt like an excuse to be normal. Oh, or god forbid James or even worse Stu and-"

"Okay, I get it." You snapped with a hand up.

"But Kincaid? I could've seen you and him…I'm sorry, YN."

You felt your chest tighten as you nodded.

"I'm sorry for your date too. She was so pretty."

He sighed wistfully. "Yeah…I just don't think romance is in our cards."

"That's an understatement. At least your dates are alive-" He gave you a look and pointed at his chest as you remembered the most important crush of all. "Oop, sorry."

"No, I mean. Sid is my only killed love interest and really she was a crush. We never probably would have worked out sadly but you really have shitty luck. I mean, DAMN. James, Derek, even guys just friendly with you like Mark…Maybe I shouldn't stand too close to you-"

"Gee, thanks. Why don't I just swear off dating forever then?"

He nervously laughed with an apologetic look. "Sorry, dark humor to get over the trauma. I got one more."

You sighed heavily. "...Shoot."

"Maybe just start getting some insurance claims on your guys? At least get some payment for everytime they get damaged. Your interest rate will be high as hell though." You rolled your eyes and both chuckled at that. You shook your head at him before he stretched.

"Well, I'm afraid I gotta head home. Long drive."

You faltered, standing up straight and stuttering out. "A-Are you sure? You could…Spend the night?"

"Mistress, I can't handle a pain session tonight."

You rolled your eyes into your skull. "Ha ha. Seriously, I…I wouldn't mind the company. Horror movie marathon, order pizza, talk shit about Gale." You fiddled with your shirt as he gave you a sad smile with a hiss through his teeth.

"Oh, you don't know how good the offer is but my folks are expecting me back and I don't think they'll take no for an answer. I think my Mom's seriously trying to get me in a witness protection program at this rate."

You didn't laugh at that as he sighed and came forward to give you a pat on the back. "Come on, I was wrong! This wasn't a trilogy. We didn't have to cut off his head or anything!"

"Ray."

"Look, Neil's dead. Roman is dead. And All the other sick fucks that have tried to kill us are six feet under pushing up daisies."

"Uh the two at Windsor that were never found?"

"That I saw a glimpse of and only you and Gale and Cotton saw them? Cotton isn't reliable and is, oh yeah, dead. And Gale? She'd lie about her Mother if it got her fame."

"Uh, me? And two freaking detectives??" You gave him a dumbfounded look.

"YN, if anything, the trilogy is it. Any good movie ends in a trilogy. It's usually the final one the director is sick of making and they wipe their hands with it." You could tell he was in his 'denial' stage again.

"Oh is that why the fourth movie is always called 'Final cut' or 'The Last Kill' just to make 5 more shitty ones?"

He held you at arms length. "YN, you got this. You have mass security, a guard dog, a gun, weapons galore, self defense training. "

"I just…I'm scared of it happening again. I mean, we barely got out of this one."

He hesitated, a deep frown forming as he stood in front of you. "You have no idea. I literally thought you died twice within a two day period."

You saw Cherri trot up the stairs to stand beside you with her tongue out. She stood next to your leg as you smiled down at her.

"On second thought, maybe I can stay. " He mumbled, worry on his face at the memories of this last week. "And you're right, they never did find those two even to clear their names if they were innocent…"

You stared down at Cherri before looking back at him with a shake of your head. "No. You know what, you're the one that's right this time. I have to be alone sometime."

"Are you sure? "

"Yeah. Bad weather is coming tonight. You should get home before it hits."

"I'm serious, I can lie and tell my folks my cars gone to shit and I have no choice but to stay."

"And have poor Martha or your Mom driving 2 hours in a storm to get you? They won't take no for an answer and I can't have you here all the time. Besides, I think I kicked the most ass this time around. I got this." You teased with a grin.

He nodded slowly. "Okay…Lock your doors, don't answer for anyone but numbers you know, don't look out windows, don't answer the door, don't-"

"I know the rules, Ray…Now, you remember one of the most important rules to get off the roads before a storm brews in."

He hugged you one last time, petted Cherri's head and reluctantly left. You waved him off before going into your house and locking it. Security system up and all. Cherri looked up at you as you sighed and rubbed her neck."Just you and me, girl. Now let's double check all the locks and settle in for the night. Not even those two assholes can break in without alerting cops."

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Hours passed and you sat on your couch next to Cherri. Your gun tucked away in its case on the table next to you and That 70's Show playing on the TV. Something to calm your nerves after the 2 weeks you had. A loud clap of thunder sounded and she shot up as she whined.

You rubbed her neck, shushing her. "It's okay, girl. "

She got up and paced through the room whining as lightning flashed through the windows followed by more thunder and heavy rain beating on the metal roof.

You got up, trying to calm her as she panted and paced. "Come on, girl." You took her to your room. You sleeping with her in bed was what calmed her down and if not that then her huge crate she had with a blanket over top.

"We can just hit the hay early tonight. Stay here."

You closed the door and walked through the hallway to get your gun before the lights went out followed by thunder sounding throughout the sky.

"Shit…" You quickly went to get your flashlight, feeling the wall to find your way. You heard thunder again but swore you heard a loud thud sound from the kitchen. Your face fell as you rushed to grab the flash light from a draw in the hallway and go to the kitchen. You knew it was probably thunder but you had to check.

You shined your light, gasping as rain came in. The backdoor is wide open. You went to shut it, thinking maybe you forgot to lock it somehow when a hand went over your mouth. You screamed behind it as your light caught a glimpse of what looked like Billy standing in the corner. Hair soaked in his face.

Meanwhile, only one other person had a hold of you. Their wet clothes pressed against you. "Surprise YN." Stu's voice whispered in your ear.

#scream #stu macher #billy loomis #my writing #scream fanfiction #yn fanfic #she her yn #my stories #fanfic #scream 3 #terrible trilogy

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typically-untypical · 1 year

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Heya ^^ For the fic requests, how about some Logince hurt/comfort with a protective Logan? Platonic or familial, whichever you prefer!

I hope this is enough protective Logan for you, maybe not enough hurt but it is for sure cute!!

A Hero's Prince

Every year a festival took place to celebrate the kingdom. It was a happy affair full of people rejoicing and singing, dancing and playing, but there was always at least one family that didn't rejoice, one family that was left instead to mourn. This year, it would be Roman and his brother. The kingdom's celebration came with one major caveat, during the time of the celebratory activities, a sacrifice was chosen, a person, young of age, was randomly selected to be thrown into the river which was said to house the creature that had blessed their lands. Roman was beginning to believe the selection wasn't random, but was instead meticulously chosen so that people the king could get rid of potential enemies. Roman had first started suspecting this five years ago as he noticed the people who were chosen were ones the king had had issue with. Roman said nothing as it wasn't his place. He was a royal knight and his duty was to protect the royal family.

However, things took a turn for the worse when Roman was assigned to protect the king's only son, a young man who was wise beyond his years, and deeply condescending. At least, that's how Roman had viewed Prince Logan when they first met. The prince was constantly correcting him on information and on the most minor of things, it drove Roman up a wall, until he realized Logan did it to himself too. Whenever the prince got someone wrong he would beat himself up over it, berating himself until he got it right. It was heart breaking to watch the prince live under the confines of toxic perfectionism, and Roman started a plan to work him out of it.

He hadn't planned to fall in love.

Logan was passionate, intelligent, and he truly wanted the best for his citizens. Roman was happy to watch him from the sidelines until Logan asked if Roman would become his permanent guard. It had been a hard conversation where Roman eventually admitted his feelings. In return, the prince admitted his as well. From that moment on his duties as guard were coupled with his duties as boyfriend, quiet kisses in the garden where no one could see, nightly discussion about the fate of the county. It was beautiful, until they were found out.

The king had noticed something was strange, and he had taken it upon himself to figure out what had changed in his son. Roman remembered the day the king found out, he remember the cold quiet 'you're days are numbered' that echoed through him. Logan said he would protect him, but Roman knew there was no protection from this.

He and Remus sat together on the floor of their house, a single family dwelling that they had made into a home. Remus was doing his best to keep a smile on his face, telling jokes and laughing about running away together. Roman knew it wasn't possible though. If he tried to run, he would be hunted, and honestly, he preferred his chances with the beast below.

"You don't have to do this," Remus muttered, "I'm a monster fucker, I'd go down for you instead."

Roman just shook his head, he felt like his heart had been ripped out, and he hated the idea that Logan might be feeling the same. "I... I don't know if I can find away out, but I have to." He looked at Remus. "The King can't keep getting away with this, something has to change."

Remus shook his head. "You have no proof that he's doing anything." It was true, Roman had no proof that the king was manipulating the results, and that certainly wasn't something he could prove in two hours.

"Will you avenge me brother?"

Remus leaned in and hugged Roman. "The only reason I'm not painting the streets with blood now is because you so nicely asked me no to."

Roman laughed, holding his brother tightly until there was a knock on his door. The guards had been watching their house all day, making sure Roman wouldn't try to escape, but he wouldn't do that to his kingdom, even if he knew the selection was rigged. He looked at the other guards, nodding to them as they began to lead him towards the sacrificial platform, the crowd growing still and quiet. Roman had almost hoped that Logan would have stopped by before the ceremony, he didn't want their goodbye to be so personal and informal, but he wasn't even in his designated seat when Roman was dressed in the ceremonial garb. The pain began to hit him as he stood on the platform alone. He didn't want to die, he wasn't ready for it. He wanted to be there to protect his brother, to stand by Logan's side. There were so many things he still wanted to do with his life, he wasn't ready for it to all be over.

His eyes misted with tears as he heard the last part of the speech be given. He felt the platform shift, giving out beneath him, and he fell.

Roman closed his eyes, desperate to figure a way out of this now that it was actually here. He hadn't even given Logan a proper good bye.

As the thoughts in his head swirled around, fighting for some kind of escape, he felt something wrap around his arm, jerking him back up. It hurt, it bit into his flesh, but he was dragged back up the cliff side until he was once again on the platform, wrapped up in arms he knew too well. Roman clung to Logan, taking in the fact that he was here, actually here, and barely hearing the words his boyfriend spoke.

"My father has been lying to all of you. This practice is not a practice of joy or reverence, it is a practice used by the royal family to protect itself, one to keep people submissive." His arms were wrapped around Roman protectively, keeping him hidden from the rest of the world. "The candidates are chosen by those of royal blood once they have turned 30 in order to protect the secret, but I have found out this secret, and I have no intention of continuing this practice."

He stood, taking Roman with him. Roman had always thought he was the strong one in the relationship, but the way that Logan was able to completely manhandle him was not an unwelcome surprise.

"Especially not when this practice was used to attempt to separate me from my boyfriend." Logan almost yelled that bit, turning to face someone specific, and Roman wondered if Logan was addressing his father. It didn't much matter at this moment did it? He had almost died and Logan had protected him and saved him. Logan, the prince, was still holding him now, publicly in front of the whole kingdom. "You have two choices father, abdicate, or drop this platform again and lose me forever."

Roman stiffened. He wasn't ready to die, even if it was in Logan's arms, but his boyfriend just rubbed his back gently. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. The world can not stop me from protecting you.

"I will not have a traitor as a son." The king spoke, and as the platform fell again, Logan grabbed the rope he had used earlier, tossed it around one of the lower beams and told Roman to hold on.

The scaled the cliffside rather than falling, dropping into the bank of the river.

"Logan! What did you do?!" Roman asked, appalled and afraid. Logan just smiled sheepishly.

"What is the point of a crown if I can't use it to protect the people I care about?"

"You stupid sap." Roman gently hit his chest, resting his head on Logan's shoulder. "I am your knight, I am supposed to protect you."

"And I am your partner, we are supposed to protect each other."

They were both silent for a few moments, clinging to the freedom they now had.

"Wait," Roman pushed away, "What about my brother? He will be a target now, won't he."

Logan smiled and shook his head. "That's what took me so long, I had to stop by and tell him the plan. We already have a meeting spot. What do you say, will you run away with me Roman Prince?"

The other man blushed, shaking his head and taking off the stupid ceremonial robes. "Yes."

#Untypical Creations #Sanders Sides #Sanders Side fic #Fanfic #Logan sanders #Roman Sanders #logince #kingdom au #remus sanders #hurt/comfort #more comfort than hurt

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midnightandstars · 1 year

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Part 10: No other Way

"Wanda, what has happened to you?" Her voice was laced with fear and shock.

"Wanda has accepted a dreamland, my dear. You have a choice too." Nightmare's tone was almost soothing, and if one didn't know the truth, they might be easily deceived.

"Never."

Stephen Strange's ireful voice filled the darkness.

"It wasn't a choice anyway. Like it or not, you're my captive." His tone became calmer and darker, and his dark eyes focused on Strange

"You just chose the hard path, Stephen."

Wanda moved like a puppet and, without another thought, attacked her friends on the order of Nightmare. Her hands glowed dark red or mahogany of malevolence rather than her scarlet glow of power.

A wave emerged from her hands and threw both of her former friends away like a raging sea wave sweeps away anything that obstructs its path.

They tried to bring Wanda back to her senses, but it was futile as she was fully under Nightmare's control. She had submitted herself, and there was no going back. Nightmare unleashed his demonic army.

"How is this even possible? She has her powers, and I'm feeling pain even though I'm dead."

"You mortal fools, this is my world, and everything here is possible if I want."

When physical pain failed to shake the morals of his enemies, Nightmare employed the other way.

The darkness engulfed everything again, and Strange and her apprentice found themselves wrapped in a dark fog. They couldn't see or feel each other's presence.

Nightmare unleashed his demonic army—creatures that could shake even the bravest of humans, creatures too hideous for the human world. Dark, no physical form, just a wave of your deepest fears. A symbol of misery and grim thoughts.

And then another blow hit.

"Hey, honey, don't you want to live with family? We all miss you."

"Yes, cupcake, we do miss you."

Family.

"Stephen, I made some cookies. What do you think of these premium Donna cookies?"

"Here's a gift for you." Christine's face was all sweet and kind.

Time will tell you how much I love you

- Christine

The mirage was luring the tired desert travelers, waiting to swallow them into the quicksand.

"STOP!" The apprentice took a deep breath "I'm willing to join you."

The fog vanished and turned into a figure.

"Your friends are smarter than you, it seems."

Strange was betrayed. He couldn't believe they were on the brink of the demise of mankind, and the one he trusted and considered the equivalent of family would be the one to bring mankind's doom. The future he had seen was wrong.

"No, you can't give up." His voice was shaky with disbelief.

"We're powerless. There's no chance of winning when we're against him. Believe me," she said, looking down at her hands, and whispering, "There's no other way."

"I cannot be defeated, Stephen. I am the Master of the Subconscious, the Midnight Leviathan, the ruler of the Nightmare realm, and now the ruler of the mortal realm."

******

Strange was banished to the prison of the Nightmare realm, a lonely place with nothing around to make him feel sane. The power of the reality stone was back, and so was her family. Wanda was lost in her little utopia, oblivious to the consequences of her reprehensible act.

Nightmare had finally succeeded in merging his world with the real world.

"The worlds will coalesce soon, and I will take a human form. My plan has come to fruition with your assistance."

Wanda was standing beside Nightmare, watching the portal to the outside world form.

"That thing about everything you want being done holds true?" The former apprentice of Strange sounded sceptical of the offer.

"I remain faithful to my words. Whatever you want shall be yours in this realm."

"I would like to talk to Stephen Strange once."

"I too would like to see him witness my victory as proof of what a terrible defender he has been."

In a few moments, Stephen Strange was facing them.

The portal was to open soon. The surrounding was turning cold, and everyone was silent in anticipation, with dread or triumph.

Suddenly, a red glow enclosed them—the glow of the aether. The smile on the girl's face exhorted Wanda to read her mind.

"No, YOU CAN'T!" exasperated, the scarlet witch waved her fingers and sent a mahogany wave toward the red glow. Both Reds collided, and Wanda was thrown back at the same time the portal opened behind her and she was thrown out of the realm.

The red glow was being overlapped by the black waves. There was only one way now. She gave a deferential nod to her mentor as he went through the portal. She vanished in the discoloured surroundings, and soon the portal vanished.

The red tinted surrounding was back, the land of the eternal sunset.

#fanfic #new character #dr strange fanfiction #marvel #mcu fic #dad-like strange × reader

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qingxintea · 3 years

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heartbreak avenue (3) || albedo x reader

heartbreak avenue (1) heartbreak avenue (2) -- tell me how, do you do this thing called living? when theres nothing more to gain. gn reader -- ignore the link below idk how tf to hyperlink on mobile but that’s ur part 4 ig

damn. imagine missing mond so much that you visit just for the vibes and accidentally become a one time vigilante for dominating over a couple abyss mages

how oddly specific!

you moment.

TO BE FAIR, you didn't mean to and also ur just strong with that 245% crit damage ugh yeah yeah get it ig

it was night time, like, idk 1am and you were in this cloak because idk look swaggy and comfortable

abyss mage went ŏ̸̡̡̹̘͉̫̬̬̭̘̙̝͐͒̆̈́̒̿̄́͠͝ǒ̸̧̺͕̣̬̝̱͈̭̭̻̮̈̏̔͆̑̀̍ǫ̵̡̜̲̭̠̤̰̹͍̣͎̤̈́̓̍͠ḩ̴̡͍̣̹̯̭̩̮̣̩̭́̔̀̍͊̂͒́̆͘͜͝͝ȃ̷̧̡̢̡̨̛̪͓̤̜͕̳̦̼͊̏̃͆̓̈́̈́̽̈́͌͐̋̚ͅh̸̡̩͍̟͕̥͚̰̰̟̮̖̪̉̈́͛͂̍̾a̸̧̢͕̙̞̳̩͈̲͉͕̒̆̎̐̎̍̀͊͘̚͝h̸̡̼͓̝͕̫̤̰̱̬̣̗͚̙̀͜ and you were like "lmao shut up"

and like it did! because you made it shut up and also mans diluc was watching in his dark knight hero thingy

of course you noticed his presence from the beginning, you just wanted to piss him off and act like he wasn't there at all

you walked. straight past him like he was actually on the bridge in the middle and you just w al ked .

i mean ofc he gonna say something. and he did. dude said "who r u"

stared at him directly in the eye and said "the embryo made of chewed bubblegum."

he stared. sh o ck ed . what were you even saying

"jk im a resident of mondstadt, visiting from my liyue trip."

"and how do i know you arent lying?"

you sighed and grabbed your dendro vision, letting him look at the frame. "its incased in a mondstadt styled frame." after a few seconds, you put it back. "if that is all, i'll be going."

"k"

"literally fuck off" you responded and walked inside.

sometimes you forget how rude mondstadt people are lmao loser.

ok so like this donna girl really went up to you like "JFKLSJFLKSDJFL NUMBER ??? HELLO ?? UMM THE WAY YOU SAVED MONDSTADT RLKDFFC" and you resisted every urge to flip her off on the spot.

you just stayed and let her talk, smiling through all of it. your hood was still on but it was quite windy s ooo

its been ten minutes. girl please let us go. you were literally begging for anyone to cut in because ur too nice (or unbothered) to tell her to shut up even though you totally went off on diluc aadahahhshdf

and someone did! not the one you expected though.

"good evening donna, and... oh? who would you be?"

ALBEDO LMAO GET STICKBUGGED? ? ? ?? AH a hjfkahfjah . im so funny .

guys i meant that ironically please

anyway

you got even more uncomfortable lmao and you just looked at him and smiled. what do you respond? "no one of importance."

he heard your voice, saw your eyes and it registered. it was you...

or was that what he wanted to believe?

cause this whole time hes been waiting for you, only using experiments as a thing to pass time. it got... a little more lonelier, because nothing could replace you.

he decided to not believe it. because 1) you knew well they welcomed you with open arms, so there would be no need to hide yourself

(which is also proof of how much the whole situation fucked up your thinking)

a second of silence before he continues on the conversation with normal evening meeting stuff things idk

then ur like "ahhshaaajk i must be taking my leave now for matters i will not disclose ahaha skidoosh"

skidoosh

so you go to the big venti statue next to the cathedral and just stand. stare. yikes

no ones out right now and theres nothing to do. but you remember this place because its where the both of yall would eat together whenever he had free time (which wasnt that often, but he still made the effort)

you look up to the sky, counting all the stars like you used to.

no ones gonna know that you're here, you decided on that. you only visited because you simply missed it, but after this, you were going back to liyue.

no ones gonna know. because no one needs to know. no one needs to know that you were here. that would only cause more trouble to the situation you tried to avoid

albedo ends up catching up to you later, still having some spark of hope left that it really was you

i mean lowkey there isnt really anything saying it wasnt. he wanted to believe that he was just overthinking when he thought it really wasnt you

like you look the same. sound the same. its just the reasoning of you coming here, but he can push that aside

"(y/n)."

you flinch but didnt react with anything else. he doesnt need to know that its you.

"(y/n)?"

you turn around to meet his eyes as he was approaching you. slightly distancing yourself another inch away as you were not used to the proximity, you responded, "i'm afraid i'm not the one you're looking for."

albedo stops for a moment, and was about to apologize,, but then

yknow that wind i mentioned earlier? like right after donna started bothering you

yeah that same wind blew ur hood off! lmao L

okay time to get serious !

you stay composed and sighed, your breath visible in the cold air.

so your features are exposed, and its so obviously you, like theres literally no way it cannot be you

"it really is you..." he doesnt understand why youre not admitting to it. "(y/n), please.."

you shake your head and walk away but mans grabs your wrist gently

"(y/n), whats wr-" he starts, but youre quick to respond

"im not (y/n)." you flat out said it and looked right into his eyes. and you swear there were small tears even if he was deemed nonchalant.

he doesnt understand, its your physical features, and your same energy, there is no other person that completely matches it.

he pulls you closer to examine this black smudge on your hand, a small yelp of surprise coming from you.

"this is... ink," he studied the properties of the substance. "you responded to my letter a day ago. (y/n)... i know by now. there's no reason to hide it."

you step away, freeing your hand from his grasp. your voice broke, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "i'm not... i'm not (y/n). i never will be. i'll never be so vulnerable again, i'll never be so naive again, i'll never be so lonely again, i will never ever be anything like they were again."

your vision blurred, but you werent oblivious to the tears streaming down his face as well. reaching to brush them away, you paused and let it drop to his shoulder instead.

"albedo. i... the (y/n) you knew... they're gone now. and if i could revert back to them any time, i would, i swear, but... i'm al-... they..." you buried your head in your hands. "i'm broken. to the point that i refuse to identify as the (y/n) you know me by."

doesnt know what to say, so he almost pulls you into a hug before you move out of the way. something you never did.

"don't... please. it never works out in the end." you shake your head, facing the other way. "for me at least."

"..we could work together, no?" he tried, still oblivious about your feelings towards him.

"only if you're willing to cross your moral boundaries," you looked back and tilted your head. taking a deep breath, you continued, "but you know that neither of us are willing to do that."

he couldn't say anything, because as much as he hated to admit something for once, you were right about that. at this point, he would've thought that literally any extent would've been fine to reach to bring you back.

yet in multiple situations where he's doubted himself before, theres always a line he will never cross.

"...i wish you the best. treat her well because i worked hard." you walked away without him stopping you this time. i worked hard. not we worked hard.

even if you had honestly felt that way, there was no chance the old you wouldve actually voiced that.

and so he watched you slip from his grasp again, only this time, he stopped himself from holding you back from his own will.

yet he swears- the next time he meets you again, he will bring you back.

#albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo #genshin albedo #genshin angst #albedo angst #sucrose #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons

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Awsamdude/Technoblade- Rumor Has It

For my beloved @sugarandspicebutnonice

Warnings: sexual innuendo

Techno was a great Prince. He worked hard to keep his family's name in good graces. All of Phil's boys worked hard to keep their names held high with respect. Tommy was known around for keeping sprits high, any ball or formality with Tommy was always known as the best to attend.

His older brother Wilbur was a skilled artisan with music. Always teaching and making new sounds like it wasn't any struggle. Anyone could find him out in the court yard with a guitar in hand. Humming and singing a casual song.

The eldest, Technoblade was a skilled swordsman and statists. Anytime he was called into a meeting, the others shuddered knowing he would trump them all. He made swinging a sword look like art. Trust me, you would know.

You had a wonderful relationship with techno for a long time. But sadly, you both had parted away from each other. Of course, it was on all good terms, He was more concerned with the kingdom rather than establishing a strong and sturdy relationship.

You, being a knight- fully understood. But you also choose to be a bit selfish about it. You truly wished for him to give you a bit of attention at least when together. He could be such a ladies man when he choose to in public, yet when it came to the two of you he just became closed off and anything but warm. Even behind closed doors it was lacking some spark of passion.

So you both agreed it was best to let things lie.

But what left you with a sour taste was how quickly he moved on.

You would give him the benefit of the doubt of course, he was a well known man. She could have been someone he had met previously, and during your break off she was there to talk it out with him.

She, she ain't real

But something about her screamed fake, her smile and movements seemed too thought through. Her words all laced with a sickening sweet hum, it also didn't help she giggled at basically anything techno said.

Plenty of times you sat with the general and talked about how dense she came off. Respectfully, you had assumed Tech would have went for a well educated woman such as yourself. But after seeing her- you wondered if that type was in short supply.

Anything she did, she would just bat her eyes and he was wrapped around his finger.

It honestly made Sam and you laugh.

She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will

As much as you started to loathe the woman, techno wasn't yours anymore. Thus you started getting closer to Sam. Both of you connecting on how your past relationships had been. Well you were casted aside, Sam was flatly cheated on.

Of course knowing that, your heart ached for him. Sam was a well educated and handsome man with a heart of gold. Respectfully his whole job was centered on protecting and serving the people.

Jumping into a relationship was Sam was like practically nothing. You promised him all the love in the world, and just like you, he promised to give you the same.

And love each other you did.

She is a stranger

Techno did see you grow close to his general, and honestly it didn't set well with him.

He liked the woman he was with, but he also had known you since childhood. You both had played within the court yard plenty of times to claim it as your own.

Sam didn't do that with you. Sam had only started to know you when you joined the ranks.

Techno would often catch himself watching you and Sam spar. His eyes would watch as Sam's hand grabbed at your waist, gripping your hips and using his own to throw you off balance. He hated how close your bodies were.

At one point he couldn't help but pull you aside and ask why you let him touch you. But that conversation drove spikes through his heart. "How can you just let him touch you like that?! He’s practically all over your body! You wouldn't let me touch you like that- and You and I have history" he yelled not believing what he saw.

When your face twisted in front of him into disgust, he thought you were almost joking. "The hell is with you?! I'm not your girlfriend! Or don't you remember!?" You yelled at him. Lightly shoving him back from you. "Don't tell me where he can, and cannot touch me" You sneered. In all his years he never saw you so heated.

Sure, she's got it all

Truthfully you saw techno leave you as a drop to his pride. He dropped a knight for a soft noble girl. A girl babied all her life. You knew as soon as she was exposed to blood she would have fainted like a goat in pasture. But in the end of the day, you weren't sleeping with her so what did it matter?

But, baby, is that really what you want

Arguments between Technoblade and you had become more frequent. Sam let you duke it out, he knew he had no place to tell you to leave it be. Sam also didn't appreciate how fast Techno jumped onto your case about finding someone else.

Although he knew it irked you about Techno moving on, you never got in his face about it like he would. Sam viewed this as your way of showing you were the bigger person.

On one particular day he found the arguments amusing. Techno had started up again when Sam was publicly teasing you. Well techno found your back talking distasteful, Sam relished with how powerful you were.

Listening to techno ramble off on his pathetic reasonings left you a laughing mess, even to the point you cut his argument off. "Bless your soul, you've got you're head in the clouds, she's going to use you like a fool!" You laughed in his face.

His jaw tightened as he spat at your words, pointing at Sam. "You made a fool out of you General. She doesn't even love you- Your wasting your time on a-" at Tech's words you couldn't help but push back even harder for him targeting Sam.

"How dare you say that. Your common penny is getting around more than I- And, boy, she's bringing you down!" You called out. Putting a finger to his chest. "She made your heart melt- But its all a lie!" You didn't stop their, you had more to say to him. "She thinks your all that- a fairy tale prince to save her dreams! But you're cold to the core" you said to him. Causing him to back off.

"Besides. Now rumor has it she ain't got your love anymore"

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh

You weren't lying. Their were plenty of rumors going around saying she was sleeping with others besides Techno. Although Sam and you had no proof to this. Your hunches seemed right.

On one day, Sam had left for a out of village meeting. You really didn't mind, you trusted him enough and knew he wouldn't do anything behind your back.

But sadly you wished to go with him. Techno had asked for you to join him for a round of chess. Something you both greatly enjoyed when together. But now you knew there was meaning to the game.

Sure enough when you sat with in in the court yard, he brought up Sam.

"You know he is much older than you..." he said as he moved his knight across the board.

"And She is half your age" you said flatly. Picking your pawn up. "But I'm guessing that's the reason that you stayed" you said moving it to where you pleased. His brows drew together in slight anger. But he did try and keep his calm.

"I heard you've been missing me" he said, a small smirk growing on his lips. He found pride within those rumors. Knowing that you still supposedly whined and withered about for him.

Of course, you knew he was gravely mistaken.

"You've been telling people things that you shouldn't be" you said carefully. Knowing he was probably behind the rumors somehow.

Techno took this moment to see if he still had a effect on you. Usually during chess you both would flirt a bit. So naturally, he took the chance. "Like when we creep out and she ain't around" he said bemused, your face twisting into disgust again.

"I sneak out to see Sam... besides Haven't you heard the rumors" you said moving your queen. When he didn't respond you laughed. He didn't even under stand. "Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds" you said, fully amused within the moment.

"C'mon darlin... I know you fell hard for me when we started dating..." he cooed to you. Your eyes darting up like daggers.

"You made a fool out of me" you said to him. Wanting to get your point across. Well he moved his pawns about you took your moment to explain how you felt. "You make me sick to my stomach.. And, boy, you're bringing me down" you said softly. Smiling to yourself slowly. "You made my heart melt, yet I'm cold to the core" You said, moving your queen to take his knight. Your eyes slyly skimmed over his. His lost knight now within your fingers.

"But rumor has it I'm the one you're leaving her for"

After that game, rumors and tensions soared wildly. Sam at one point thought you were back and evolved with Techno again. Of course you explained to him the situation, which thankfully he understood and apologized for trusting second hand mouths.

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh

All of these words whispered in my ear

But Techno's mood plummeted fast...

Tell a story that I cannot bear to hear

A engagement, specifically Sam and yours. Oh how his blood boiled at the news. He thought his hands all over you was bad, but now... now you would take Sam's name in law. You would he his wife. Not Techno's.

Just 'cause I said it, it don't mean that I meant it

Because of this news he didn't hesitate to run and find you. More than hell-bent on giving you a piece of his mind. He wanted to make it clear you couldn't marry him.

People say crazy things

He didn't care what people would say, he wanted to claim you again. Techno didn't want anyone else touching you. He especially didn't want Him touching you.

Just 'cause I said it, don't mean that I meant it

Even if within the past week he yelled hurtful things to you, he hoped you would understand he just wanted to protect you from unworthy suitors. Sam couldn't provide for you like Techno could. Sam was a general born from a farmer. Technoblade was to be crowned king.

Just 'cause you heard it

So their he stormed. Heading to the stables, knowing full well that's where you were. His anger was fuming. He couldn't wait to shove it in Sam's face that Techno wouldn't let you marry him.

But lets just say Technoblade was the one left speechless in the end.

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh Rumor has it, ooh,

Especially when he slammed the door open to the stables and saw Sam's body covering yours, your legs around his waist in a tight hold well he was buried deep inside you.

But rumor has it he's the one I'm leaving you for

#technoblade x reader #awsamdude x reader #techno x reader

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sunmoonandsandsoundtracks · 2 years

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baby, it's cold outside

whoo, pushing the deadline a bit with this one, but i'm kind of glad i dragged it out all day. it gave me a chance to be a bit more thorough in going through it, which is good, because it's about twice as long as the others (drabble what?).

so, shikamaru is in my top three naruto men (top ten, maybe even top five of all anime men i can think of). i've loved him to death since i watched him bury hidan when it aired on disney xd for the first time. he was technically my second major anime crush, the first was gaara.

this is further proof that i'm nuts. i took this cheerful, fun song and made something... not that. it's pretty dramatic to begin with, then it's just some back and forth, and then the ending is happy-ish?

tbh, i'm divided over this one. part of me likes it, because i love writing shit that makes me cry (not hard at all, i get choked up over anything happy or sad) while i'm writing it (yes, i'm a masochistic bitch) and still makes me feel the pain when i look it over later. the other part of me is like, "this is so underdeveloped for you, and it has more to it than any of the others." to be fair, the others were all lighthearted, and i didn't feel the need to explain the character background. it just doesn't feel well rounded off, so i really ask for feedback on this one.

song- this does not vibe with the story in the least, except towards the end, i guess, but this is what i do.

word count: 2403- i seriously thought i was going to cap it off around 800. nope!

enjoy!

You couldn’t believe it. You were fighting to keep Shikamaru Nara, of all people, in one place. What had the world come to?

“Come on, Shikamaru!” You pouted, bordering on begging. “It’s freezing out there!”

“It’s got nothing on how cold my mom will be if I don’t come home,” he smoothly shut you down as he stood up from his seat on your couch.

“Your mom loves me, and she knows you’re here, so I doubt she’ll have much of a problem.”

“I have to report to the Hokage early,” he argued.

“This place is closer to the main building than yours is,” you refuted the validity of his point, leaning against the back of the couch.

He sighed, “I don’t have any-”

“You’re literally holding an outfit that I just mended for you. We can wash it,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

“You know that Ino will spread rumors if she finds out.”

“No, she won’t. She cares too much about us, especially since Temari is due back right after the new year. She wouldn’t risk ruining your chance.”

“What about anyone else who sees me leave in the morning?” He insisted, and you gave in.

“I really don’t think that many people give a shit, but fine, Shikamaru. Sorry I asked.”

He groaned in response. “Don’t be like-”

“Just get the fuck out!” You demanded, storming off to your room and slamming your door shut. You leaned back against the wood and slid down to the ground, tears welling in your eyes. For as many reasons as he had to not stay, you had a few of your own for wanting him to. He’d come over to have you sew up a pair of pants and shirt- his mother could have, but you’d spare him a lecture- and the two of you got talking, laughing, and drinking a little. It was fun, and you didn’t want to stop. That was the easiest answer. The others made you cry just thinking about them.

It was all too obvious that you liked him, you thought. Ino definitely caught on quickly enough, and while she wanted to play matchmaker, she didn’t dare get involved because of Temari. She just told you that you should tell him. He’d be nice about turning you down if he really had no interest in you, but you’d never know for sure if you didn’t take the chance. That had been back in July, and you felt no closer to doing it five months later than you had when she first suggested it. You were alone with him, a golden opportunity if there ever was one, but you couldn’t pluck up the courage.

Neither of those reasons were enough to get you to the point you were at, not even combined, but the third reason was the worst, and it was enough on its own. It was the reason you’d been so pushy and desperate for him to stay.

It was your first Christmas alone, and that day had been particularly brutal in reminding you of that. You were the child of a single father- your mother walked out when you were still too young to even remember her face- and he had passed away earlier that year after losing a battle to bronchitis and pneumonia after a life of struggling with a compromised immune system. You’d barely made it in time to say goodbye to him after your aunt- with whom you had a bit of a prickly relationship, just because of personalities clashing- wrote to you about it.

The two of you had belonged to Kusagakure, where you’d been trained to be a kunoichi. You were conveniently out of the village the day it was destroyed, which had left you both a little shaken. From there, you went to The Land of Waves to live with your aunt and her family. You hated it. You didn’t get along with your aunt or your two cousins, no matter how hard you tried. There was no one to test your skills against.

The day you turned eighteen, your father asked you to take a letter to his friend in Konoha, just to give you some space. You had gone back to The Land of Waves for no more than three weeks a year in the five or so years since then. Sometimes it was only two weeks, if he was feeling up to meeting you somewhere halfway between on the mainland to celebrate your birthday.

The week you would have headed back for his birthday had been really difficult, but you had distracted yourself with missions. Your birthday was ignored all together, despite the friends you’d made trying to do something for you. Birthdays had been hard, but they weren’t like Christmas, where every turn of your head shoved some reminder in your face. To be fair, your aunt had invited you back, so you knew you at least had somewhere to go, but you both acknowledged that it was probably best you kept your correspondence to letters every other month at the most. You knew your father would have wanted you to keep in touch with the only other family you knew.

Tears trickled down your face as you broke down in convulsing sobs. Figuring that you were alone, you didn’t bother to muffle them at all, purging all the hurt that had accumulated that day.

“Why’d you have to go, Dad?” You whispered to yourself.

You didn’t know how long you cried in your miserable position, but when you were finally done, you knew you needed to get some water, and quickly, or you’d have a headache to be reckoned with in no time. With great effort, you got to your feet and opened your door. Just outside it-

“What are you doing here?” You hoarsely questioned Shikamaru, who was leaning against the wall. It hit you that he might have been there the whole time you’d been crying, so he was not only seeing the aftermath on your face, but had heard your misery.

He sighed heavily. “I wish I could say that I was doing it to be a good friend, but I almost did leave. It took the blizzard that somehow snuck up on us to make me realize I didn’t want to go, and not just because of the snow.”

“You’re not just saying that out of pity, are you? If you are, I’ll throw you out the door myself.”

“Have you ever known me to do anything out of pity?” He quipped.

“No, but I haven’t seen you in a position like this either. The right circumstances can change behavior easily enough, even if you normally suck at emotional support.”

“I wouldn’t say I normally suck,” he argued.

“I would, but I know that you do have a heart.” Your lips curved into a weak smile. “Which is why I’m having a hard time ruling out the idea that you’re only here because you couldn’t conscienably leave me when you knew I was upset.”

“Tch, you don’t know me at all. I’ve run away from Ino more times than I can count when I know she’s upset.”

You laughed with a slight shake of your head. “I think there’s a difference between me and her. She’s one of the three women that you admit you respect, even when they push you around and give you grief. I don’t have to name the other two. I’m nowhere near that level.”

“You don’t think I respect you?” He arched his brow.

“I know you do, just not that much.” You motioned for him to follow you to get a drink and offered him one when you got a glass of water.

He took his time in responding to you as he took a seat, which you were fine with, too focused on hydrating.

“I do respect you that much.”

You shook your head. “Let me put it a little more plainly. Those three women are the ones you care about most. Your mother, Ino, and Temari. Kurenai and Mirai are special mentions, but they’re different. What do those three women have in common, genius? Besides being lovably demanding, that is.”

“Well, the first and second put the fear of God in me whenever they got pissed,” he grumbled. “And the third definitely scared me when I wasn’t even her target.”

“Not quite what I was aiming for. Is it so hard to admit that those women are set apart from the rest because you hold strong affection for each of them? Your mother is your family, Ino might as well be, and according to the rumor mill, Temari will be part of your family in the future.”

“Since when do you pay any attention to rumors?”

“A broken clock is right two times a day,” you stated simply. “It doesn’t take a rumor for me to see the way you look at her and with the banter you two exchange, I’m almost surprised you haven’t acted on all that tension. The two of you are pretty patient.”

“And if it’s not what you think?”

You set him with a smile that you really hoped wasn’t as melancholy as you felt at your core. “Tell me it isn’t. Tell me I’m talking out of my ass and I’ll drop this whole discussion.”

It was a mix of victory and aching when he couldn’t deny what you said right away. During his silence, you started on making hot chocolate, starting to feel the cold seep in. You offered him a mug, but he declined. There was nothing said until you were sipping on your beverage. You’d just about given up on getting an answer and were contemplating checking if it was as bad outside as he said it had been so you could kindly kick him out and finish your dismal evening alone.

“You’re troublesome. Especially when you’re right, even when it’s only partially,” he spoke up, his voice low and quiet.

“Then please, correct me if I’m partially wrong,” you sighed. “You and Temari have something, what else is there?”

“Yeah, we have something, but we can’t go out.”

“Because of the distance? Are you kidding me? That’s the biggest cop out I’ve ever heard.”

“The distance doesn’t help, but it’s really because she caught me looking at someone else a few times too many.”

You almost dropped your mug. “You? Looking at another woman? That’s ridiculous. Not speaking to your morality or anything, but I don’t think you have it in you to cheat.”

“I never would, but she wants me to be sure it’s her I want before making it real.”

“So, what are you going to do? How will you know when you’ll be able to commit without second guessing? Does this other woman know? Does she feel the same way? If the answer is yes to both of those, will you be able to be with her without wondering what might have been with Temari? I mean, you two are a good match.”

“You ask way too many questions.”

“And you provide too few answers.”

He heaved another sigh. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know how I’ll be sure about one or the other enough to commit to a relationship, however long it would last. No, the other one doesn’t know. I don’t know exactly how she feels, but she isn’t repulsed by me.”

You chuckled and stirred your drink. “That’s always a good starting point. I guess you can only tell her and see what she says, but Temari deserves more than to feel like a consolation prize if this other one shoots you down. I understand trying to figure out which one balances you out better, but this is a really precarious situation. Temari won’t take a chance until she knows she’s got your full attention, which I understand completely. This other woman doesn’t know, you think-”

“No, I know that she doesn’t have a clue. We’ve had moments where she might have wondered, but it didn’t go beyond that.”

“Well then, I can’t really give you any suggestions without knowing more about her and your relationship with her. I think your best option is to try to move on from this girl. Optimally, no one gets hurt that way, unless she does feel the same about you, and seeing you with Temari hurts her… Again, I don’t have enough information to really consider the variable. I can just see where you and Temari have the best chance with the least amount of hurt feelings.”

“If shogi was a game of emotional warfare, you might actually win a match,” he said with a sly smirk.

“Bastard,” you couldn’t help laughing. “I would totally kick your ass at any game like that.”

Speaking of emotions, he wanted to ask if you were okay, but thought better of it. He knew what the story was, and it wasn’t lack of caring that held him back. He just didn’t want to upset you again, especially when you had brightened up.

“Yeah, I guess you would.”

Half an hour passed, and the two of you went back to what you were doing before he tried to leave.

“So, you don’t have to answer, and I wasn’t even going to ask, but I’m dying to know what other woman could turn your head,” you asked, finally giving into your curiosity and hoping it wasn’t someone else that was so different from you. You liked yourself well enough, but you had already been beaten down enough that hearing he was into a woman that had qualities you didn’t feel you could ever possess would chip at your self-esteem.

He didn’t respond, or acknowledge what you had said at all. You almost repeated it, but decided it wasn’t something that you should. You watched the special on television and tried to relax. It had gotten to be dark by the time that ended, but going on his word, you saw that the blizzard had let up.

“I’m glad you stayed,” you told him, looking out the window, “but I’m sorry you had to hear what you did. You should hurry and get going now, while it’s barely snowing.”

He glanced at you, and with a small smile you loved to see, he answered.

“Yeah, but it’s still really cold outside.”

#naruto canon verse #shikamaru x reader #hurt/comfort but not really comfort?

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Clients and Friends (Jang Hanseok)

Sequel to Called In Backup

Summary: Hanseok and Y/N haven't had an alone time since she arrived in South Korea. They keep getting interupted by anything and anyone so Hanseok decides to take matters into his own hands. // SMUT WARNING.

Washing the chlorine from the pool off your skin, you hear the bathroom door open and close. You knew exactly who it was but you keep your back turned towards him. He hops in and trails his hands from the curve of your breasts to the swell of your thighs. Oh finally.

He pulls your hair towards the side and kisses the pulse point. "We never have anytime for ourselves haven't we, kitten?" You nod your head and moan when his hands cup your breasts.

He swirls the pads of his thumbs along the nubs of your nipples. There's a lot of things you know for sure. One of them being that Hanseok is in love with your boobs.

He leaves open mouth kiss down your shoulder and the all the way down your lower back. He nudges your stomach against the cold tiled wall and links his hand with yours above your head. He presses his semi hard member against your ass and you rub yourself against with anticipation.

Before you had a chance to do anything else, there comes a knock on the door. "Jang Hanseok, there's a call for you." It was Ms. Choi. He huffs with annoyance and loosens his grip on you. You turn around and press your back against the wall.

"Do me a favor and shut off my phone please. Come back tomorrow so we can finish our plan. I need some alone time with my wife." He says, trailing a finger down your jawline until he wraps his entire hand around your throat. "Very well, sir. Sorry to bother you." She says before leaving.

Slamming his lips onto yours, you moan into the kiss when his fingers rubs along your slit. He slowly sinks a finger in and curls it even slower. You groan with annoyance but he soon silences you by sliding another finger into you. He finds a good pace until he uses his other hand to rub hard circles on your clit.

"Oh Shit!" You yell out as your legs were beginning to spasm. He picks up in pace and curls his finger even harder against your gspot, but what really pushed you over the edge was when he took one of your nipples into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it. One hand is over his, feeling his tendon flex as he finger fucked you.

The other hand was on the back of his neck and with one more stroke of his fingers, you came into his hand. He licks your juices from his fingers with a hum. "I need more of you," he whispers. He kneels down and rests one of your legs on his shoulder.

He licks up your thighs and pulls your standing leg closer. Without missing a beat, he takes you into his mouth and slurps you up like his favorite meal. "Hanseok, please! I'm still sen- oh my god." You yell out when he sinks three fingers in and separates his fingers so he's hitting three different gspots at the same time.

Tugging at his hair, he groans in between your thighs. He speeds up his fingers and spends the rest of his time sucking onto your clit. "Baby, please. I can't."

You rest the back of your head against the wall as the knot intensified in your stomach. God you missed this. No one else could make you feel like you're floating like he could.

You finally release yourself and he licks up every single drop. He kisses up your stomach and cups your cheeks before kissing you once again. Opening your mouth a little, his tongue slides against yours and when you try to do the same, he nibbles on your tongue a little.

You pulled him down for a kiss before slowly kissing down the pecks of his chest and his abs. You press a soft kiss to his pelvic bone before settling down on your knees.

You take his fully erected member in your hand and rub your thumb along the slit of his tip. "Fuck," he moans softly. Taking him into your mouth, he hits the hollowness of your cheek and you roll your tongue around him.

You push him further down your throat and pull back to stimulate his tip by caressing it with the tip of your tongue.

You do this motion a couple times before he fills your mouth with his seed. You swallow all of it as you stand back up and he picks you up like you're a rag doll. He hooks your legs around his waist and pushes your back against the tile. As you arch your back, you sink yourself onto him.

You moan into each other's mouths when you clench your walls around him. "My God I missed you." He says into your neck. "I missed you too."

He links one of his hands with yours and keeps your intertwined hands against the wall next to you. His other hand is on your lower back and within a few seconds, he is ramming into you so hard your head hits the wall a couple times.

He notices and moves his hand from your lower back to the back of your head. Scratching at his back, he arches his back and completely bottoms out inside of you.

Loud series of moans leave your lips as he continued to split you in two. He finishes but continued to thrust into you. He rubs your clit at the same pace that he's fucking you and you cum within a few seconds.

"Oh my God," you both say in unison. You rest your face into his neck and he slowly pulls out of you before setting you back on your feet. Afterwards, he spent a couple of minutes washing your body and hair while you washed his. By the time you guys left the shower, your fingers were like raisins.

You could barely keep your eyes open but you managed to put on your silk robe before falling asleep on the bed.

Meanwhile at the plaza, Vincenzo was talking amongst the residents. "I've never heard of this woman," Cha young says. "That's a good thing. I've seen what's she's capable of. She makes Jang Hanseok look like a puppy." Vincenzo says.

"So what do you want us to do?" "Nothing. I'll buy off some guys to send a message." "We can't just sit here and do nothing." "You do not want to cross paths with her. Believe me when I say she will kill you without blinking."

"Wow, they really do belong with each other." Mr. Nam says as he shakes his head. "Let me handle this," Vincenzo states.

Later on that night you woke up at an odd hour. It was like your body was trying to tell you something. Looking over your shoulder, you see Hanseok sleeping peacefully with both of his arms tucked under his pillow. A part of you wanted to run your fingers through his straight hair, but you didn't want to wake him.

You stand up from the bed and walk into the small kitchen to grab a water. "Y/M/N Y/F/N," you hear a voice say from the couch. Slowly closing the fridge, you turn around to see Vincenzo staring at you. It didn't look like he has a weapon but you can't be too careful these days.

"I'm assuming you're well aware that you married a monster." Vincenzo adds. "Eh, we all have our flaws." "He murdered innocent people," "All of us did. Collateral damage comes with power."

"You were a dear friend to me once, so I'll give you twenty four hours before I string you up and cut you like a pig." He threatens.

"Aw, is that a promise?" You taunt, that was until you heard a gun cock. It wasn't Vincenzo because he has a specialized gun with a silencer, which only left one person. You both look to see Hanseok emerging from the darkness of the room and towards Vincenzo.

"You're not going to lay a hand on her," "And the beast has a soft spot," Vincenzo says, standing from the couch and adjusting his suit. "She's not so soft," Hanseok says. You round the table and stand next to him.

"I came here as a courtesy. Next time, I won't be so courteous." Vincenzo states. "You never were courteous, Cassano." You state. He looks from you to Hanseok with a soft smile before opening the door.

"They should start reenforcing these locks." He states. "Yeah, I'll let them know they should make the locks snake proof." You spit. He stops for a split second and Hanseok's grip tightened on the gun. You push his hand down, showing that he's not a threat at the moment.

You both look up to see Vincenzo gone and the door closed. "What the hell was that? You said he was just a client but he just said that you were a friend of his." He slams the gun on the table.

"We were not friends. He was someone I used to trust and he betrayed me the first chance he got." "I don't believe you. You two were more than just friend. He was fucking you was he?"

"No! What the hell is wrong with you. He never touched me like that. I told you that he was someone I used to trust." "Why did you trust him?" "Because he was my first client, okay? And.. I thought.. it doesn't matter. I learned from my mistakes."

You run your fingers though your hair and Hanseok eyes you suscipously. "The majority of my clients are in the Mafia, he's in the Italian Mafia. You really think we wouldn't cross paths?" You ask. He sighs and runs a hand over his face. He steps closer to you a holds the sides of your face.

"Sorry," he says, pressing his forehead against yours. "How the hell did he know where to find us?" He added. "He must have a tracker on you somehow." "How?" You shrug your shoulders and said, "We shouldn't wait around to find out. We need to leave everything now,"

This time you were in the drivers seat talking over the plan with Jang Hanseok when you realized that you were being followed. "What do you plan to do?" "I'll find an lot and handle business. Give my go bag please?" You ask.

He sets the go bag in your lap and without looking down, you grab your layout of knives. Setting the layout in the console, you reach into the bag and gave Hanseok a gun. You toss the bag in the bag and veer off the highway to a very secluded grassland.

You pull into the shadows and turn off the headlights and wait for the others to pull up. "You sure we should be stopping?" He asks. "I have my own message to send."

#vincenzo fic #kdrama fanfic #vincenzo #kdramas #smut

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merci-bitch · 3 years

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Her Lover

Alma LeFay Peregrine x fem!reader

Warnings: abuse, swearing, death, fluff, angst

Words: 5k

A/N: it’s been a while, hasn’t it. Lol. I’ve been having my exams and shit and I’ve been working on this for the longest time so I’m really sorry if there’s a word that’s not supposed to be there, I don’t really proof read. But hopefully more stuff shall be coming soon. Ta ta! Xx

Jake was surprised, it was all real. What his grandfather had told him, all those stories. They were real. It was unbelievable. At first, when he saw the boomed children's home he didn't really believe it. As that man said at the pub. 3 September 1943. No one survived, but then how come Miss Peregrine's letter had only come 2 years before to his grandfather. How was that even possible?

When we first entered the loop, he of course ran away and nearly got himself killed. Thankfully his new friends saved him from those angry Walsh people. The house looked so different from those ruins he saw. It was actually a very beautiful house. Big and tall and all those flowers growing up on the sides. Completely different.

Miss Peregrine wasn't anything like he'd expected. Not at all, despite from all the stories he'd got from his grandfather. Apparently she was the bird flying above him and his father when they first arrived to Cairnholm. Ever since Jake arrived, he'd notice that on the bird's right hand, her ring finger. There was a small ring with a single diamond. Jake knew it wasn't probably wasn't his thing to ask, but he didn't see anyone else then the people he'd already seen. His grandfather had never really mentioned anything or anyone else then the ones he'd already talked about.

He had helped Emma with the baby squirrel, it was a bit awkward wrapping the rope around her waist. He'd noticed Miss Peregrine's glare, it was uneasy. As if she felt some sort of jealousy? But that was ridiculous. Absurd. Jake had agreed to join them for supper. Emma was helping him in his grandfather's old room. He just couldn't but ask.

"Emma, could I ask you a question?"

"Jake, I told you that there are questions I can't answer." Emma said as she tied his tie.

"I know, but it's just. Does Miss Peregrine love you? Like, that way?"

Emma stilled. Almost uncomfortably.

"Jake. What's got you to even think of such disgusting things?!"

"I'm sorry! It's just, I saw her glare." Jake held his hands up in defeat.

Emma let out a sigh. Looked down before looking up again. "You must understand. Miss Peregrine, well all of us lost someone dear. It's taking her long time to actually get back to who she is. So please, stop asking questions." As she finished speaking the bell rang. They both walked down together and Jake almost sat down on Millard.

"Millard. Go and put some clothes on. Polite persons do not take their supper in the nude."

Jake almost felt sorry for him, he didn't mean to take his place really. He couldn't see him, obviously. He was, well he is invisible. During dinner, he couldn't help but stare at Miss Peregrine's right hand with that ring. Her long slim fingers with those long nails. The ring was silver. The small diamond was pretty. And shiny.

"Claire, why aren't you eating?" Miss Peregrine asked, looking with worry to Claire. Chewing on the piece of food.

"She's embarrassed in front of Jake." Hugh said, leaning over to Claire.

Jake shook his head. "Don't be. Please."

Claire looked over at Miss Peregrine with a small smile and Miss Peregrine sent Claire a wink before turning back to her own food. Claire grabbed the chicken leg and put it behind her head and a few seconds later she put the clean bone back on her plate.

"So Jake, what's your peculiarity?" Horace asked. Leaning over the table a bit to see Jake as he asked.

"Oh, I'm not peculiar." Jake stammered.

Enoch put down his fork and knife and said, "And that, my friends, is why he will not be staying with us. No matter how hard we try to persuade him."

Miss Peregrine spoke up again. Her voice light but firm. "We've spoken about this. Jake is just visiting."

Hugh opened his mouth, "He might want to say."

"Don't you want to stay, Jake?" Olive asked.

"Tonight? Or..-" Jake didn't get a chance to finish of his sentence before Claire irrupted him.

"Forever! You should stay forever." Her smile big.

"Why would he, if he doesn't have to? He can live out there, grow older, have a good time instead." Enoch said. Trying to make a clear point of why he didn't want Jake in the house. Jake could feel Emma slightly lift from her seat despite being strapped down. She was getting uncomfortable.

"He'll leave, just like his grandfather did." With that, Enoch started eating again and Emma got up and practically ran out of the room despite her heavy shoes. Miss Peregrine's call for Emma didn't stop her. As Emma left, a clothed Millard came into the room. Excusing himself. Sitting down and starting to eat his own food.

"Deep breathes Alma, you know how dear Enoch gets with new company."

Miss Peregrine closed her eyes at the voice inside her head. She was right. She slowly got up as the telephone rang. "I think you should all get ready for movie time while I answer that."

"But you always let us stay for it." Claire begged. Miss Peregrine turned around and gave the children a glare that almost scared Jake. She was a strange woman, yes she was. Miss Peregrine stepped out to the hallway, to the ringing telephone. This time, she nearly didn't answer it. Wishing the voice inside her head would come back. Missing the touch of that person with the voice nearly threw her off guard. She nearly kicked herself from going off schedule. Shaking her head, she answered the telephone and went on with the schedule.

The time went on, again. Horace's projected his dreams. One particular dream made Alma tense up. She couldn't watch it. She turned on the lights and heard all the groans from the children. It was almost re-set time. Olive asked Jake to stay and see the re-set. Enoch clearly didn't want him to. Alma felt herself chuckle softly. The arguments between Enoch and re-set. Alma stepped out in her raincoat and put on her gas mask after putting on the music. Run Rabbit Run. She would always sing along to the song-Alma kicked herself mentally again. She stopped her clock, she turned it 24 times to represent the 24 hours of the loop. She took of the gas mask and smiled towards her children.

She said her goodnight to the other children as Emma and Jake made their way out the door. Her smile faded as they disappeared from her view. She closed the door, knowing Emma would lock it. She slowly made her way up the stairs, to the end of the hallway, to her bedroom. She opened the door and walked in and closed the door again and locked it. Leaning against the door and closing her eyes.

"You know me better then I do. Can't seem to keep nothing from you. How you touch my soul from the outside. I still love you even though I'm scared. Learning to be grateful of myself. I wish I could love me like you did, how I wish I could trust myself like you did."

She moved from the door and towards her desk and sat down and started unpinning her hair. Brushing through her hair slowly. That black-blue hair. The little curls. She got undressed and dressed in her lacy nightgown and brushed her teeth and took off the makeup she'd been carrying during the day. She laid down in the cold bed, shivering slightly. Falling asleep after a few minutes.

***

"Clarice! Clarice come on. We have to get back. We can't stay in La Pari forever. We've been gone 7 years too long!" Claire let out a groan and stopped walking. "But Y/N! I love Paris!" Y/N shook her head. Her little sister was definitely a number. "Well, you wrote to Alma we'd be home, so let's go." Clarice didn't move. "I? I didn't write. She's your wife." Y/N felt herself tense up. Oh no. Y/N had forgotten to write, and she'd hopped her darling sister had written.

"When was the last time You wrote back home Clarice." Y/N looking over at her sister, with a glare almost identical to Alma's. Clarice bit her bottom lip. "5 years ago." Y/N felt her head spinning. She sat down and rubbed her forehead. Clarice started laughing. "What's so funny?!" Clarice threw her head back in laughter.

"Oh lord, the handful you will get when you get back. I mean Abe will definitely be in her side." Clarice said while patting her older sister's shoulder. "God. She'd kill me. I swear, I didn't mean to forget and I thought you'd been writing." Clarice shook her head. "But you're right. Let's go home."

***

"Jake, you're back. How wonderful." Miss Peregrine said as she held the Ymbryne tight to her.

"How's it doing?" Jake asked. "Emma said it was an Ymbryne."

"She. Not 'it'. Ymbrynes are always female." Miss Peregrine said as she looked up at Jake. "And Emma was quite correct. This is Miss Avocet." Miss Peregrine continued to give Miss Avocet the medicine.

"Her loop's in Blackpool, England." Jake said. Miss Peregrine slowly turned her head up towards him and saw him holding a piece of paper. "That was a private letter, Jake." She said as she put down the medication.

"Who is Mr. Barron?" Jake asked, slightly raising his voice.

Miss Peregrine's face expression turned blank and her right hand came almost protectively over Miss Avocet.

"Miss Peregrine, if my grandpa was involved with dangerous people. I need to tell the police." Miss Peregrine looked up at Jake again, her brows knitted with confusion.

"Police? Are you implying Abe died an unnatural death?" Her voice going quiet.

"I found him in the woods, with his eyes missing. I'd say that was pretty unnatural." Jake said as he watched Miss Peregrine raise from her chair. Miss Peregrine looked at Jake in disappointment, snatching the letter out of his hands.

"Unless essential, I don't discuss unpleasant matters. An Ymbryne's duty is to protect children, Jake." With that, she left the room, almost in a hurry.

"I'm not a child! He wanted you to tell me everything!" Jake shouted after her. Jake let out a sigh of frustration and walked down the hallway and was stopped when both Enoch and Olive came into his view.

"Oh. How frustrating for you. Between Miss Peregrine's rules and my housemates' little pact not to scare you off, it's like no one's telling you anything." Enoch was sarcastic. Olive stood quietly behind him. Jake leaned forward.

"Why don't you, then? It's not like you want me here."

This time, Olive spoke up.

"Enoch, you can't. You promised." Enoch looked back at Olive before answering.

"Olive's right. I do know someone who can get away with breaking rules though. Want to meet him?" Jake looked a bit uneasy at Enoch before following him up the stairs. Olive behind them.

"Enoch, don't do this. Please!" She grabbed his arm, begging him not to do whatever he was going to do.

"You want to spend time with me and Jake, we can all play together. That's what you said." Enoch said as they reached a door at the end of the hallway. Olive stood in front of them. Not letting them pass through the door.

"Well, here we all are." Enoch said. Olive looked up at him with a bit ready expression. "Move Olive."

"If you're going to be like that, then I don't want to be your friend." With that, Olive left. Sobbing quietly to herself while walking down the hallway.

"Enoch, leave Victor alone. It really upsets Bronwyn." Fiona said as she walked up to Enoch and Jake. Enoch put both his hands on Fiona's shoulders, "Stop fussing, Fiona. Don't you think Jake should meet everybody?" He said while looking over at Jake.

"He's trying to frighten you away, Jake. He's always jealous of Abe. And now he's jealous of you. Come and play with us instead."

Enoch crossed his arms and looked at Jake, waiting for an answer. Jake didn't really know what to say.

"I'd quite like to meet Victor." Jake said after some time. Enoch smiled and ruffed Fiona's hair. Enoch opened the door, letting Jake walk in. "After you."

In the middle of the room there was a bed, covered in thin layers of fabric, and Jake saw Victor, lying there. He slowly walked in, moving with small steps towards the bed.

"Hello, Victor. I'm Jake. I'm sorry to disturb.." Jake looked down at Victor. His eyes were missing.

"Yeah, he can't hear you." Enoch said. Enoch got on his knees and opened Victor's shirt and put the heart he held down into Victor's chest. Jake saw how Victor's chest started to heavy. Almost like a jump scare in movies, Victor sat up and looked over at Jake.

"Hello, Jake. I'm Victor. Do you want to know what killed me?" Almost like a puppet he was. It scared Jake and he ran out of the room, downstairs where Miss Peregrine and the rest of the children were waiting.

"Ah, there you are. Is Enoch with you? It'd time for our daily walk." Miss Peregrine said.

***

Alma walked into the room where Victor lay. Sighing once seeing Victor's covers down. She pulled them up, making sure they covered him and slowly sat down. Noticing the tear falling down his cheek. Softly wiping it away and pulling him up and held him against her chest.

One of the most disappointing things she'd ever done. How she couldn't be able to save Victor, how she'd let her poor child die. She never meant for him to die, she never meant for Bronwyn to lose her brother. Alma felt herself tear up.

"It's alright Alma, you did what you could and for that, Victor will forever be grateful."

She really wanted to believe those words. Oh, how hard life could be. She couldn't let herself to cry. She'd always say it was alright to cry, but Alma just couldn't. She slowly put Victor back in his place and looked at her watch. She had a few minutes before the children would be back, but she had to keep schedule.

Alma walked out of the room, closing the door. Walking down the hallway to the right and then further down that hallway and then into her own bedroom. Closing the door behind her, locking it. Just in case. She quickly walked over to the dressed against the wall, opened a drawer and pulled out a shirt that didn't belong to her.

Sticking her nose deep into the fabric, closing her eyes and breathing in the familiar sent. Holding onto the shirt tightly. Alma felt her eyes sting.

Why did life have to be so cruel? Why couldn't just one person live a life and be happy. Is it only fairytales that get their happy endings and not people in the real world? Was the 'perfect' life all just a big lie that you were told on the television outisde loops? Why couldn't you just live yourself in your dreams? Wouldn't life be so much better if you could? It would save all troubles from people.

Alma slowly sat down on the bed. Still holding the shirt tightly to her. Breathing in the sent again. Letting her eyes roll back for just a second. Accidentally losing herself in the sent. Letting a soft moan escape her mouth which caused her to blush. Hand covering her mouth as she blushed even more.

"My shirt hm?"

Alma turned around with a gasp. No one was there, she let out a sigh. Alma got up again, checked her clock and put the shirt back in the drawer and walked downstairs. Waiting for the children to arrive back home.

***

"Clarice, where was the loop again?"

"You can't be serious. We lived with Alma for years, you're married to her for gods sake!" Clarice sat down in the damp grass, crossing her arms. Letting out a huff.

"Awh, stop acting like a bloody kid! Maybe help me instead of acting like such a bloody moron!" Y/N answered to her sister.

She let out a huff and sat down on a rock. Y/N felt bad. She'd been gone 7 years too long and Alma probably thought she was dead. Just because her little sister didn't write as she used to. Y/N reaches into her pocket and pulled out a few photos. Photos she took, before she left.

Most were of Alma. It was one of the only times she'd let her time be taken from her. She missed the bird.

"Could you stop sobbing and perhaps do something to help? You cant stare at th-hey. Y/N. Was that Abe?"

Y/N looked up and saw nothing. She turned to her sister and hit the back of her head.

"Very funny."

***

The children were packing after they're realisation that they couldn't stay. As Alma had finally gotten the suitcase to close, thanks to the twins, the doorbell rang. How odd. She hadn't expected anyone. Alma walked up towards the door and opened the door and felt her whole body tense.

"Miss Peregrine, what a pleasure to meet you at last!"

Mr. Barron was holding his hand shaped knife against Jake's neck. Alma felt her breathing stop for only a second. What on earth was happening?!

"May we come in?"

Alma took a few steps back, letting him inside the house. Her children standing on the stairs.

"Children! Would you make your way down the stairs, please?" Mr. Barron shouted.

Alma raised her voice. "I give the orders in this house, Mr. Barron." Looking at him sternly.

"Not today. You should know that Jake has served his purpose. If you value his life, I suggest everyone does as they're told. Children!"

Alma raised her finger and shushed him. "No one tells my children what to do!" Alma turned around, a split of disgust in her expression. "Children, come down here, please." Her voice was strong but soft.

The children made their way slowly down the stairs.

"Miss Peregrine-"

"I thought I told you to be quiet." Alma snapped back at him. Giving him one of her famous death glares. She slowly made her way around again to look at her beautiful children. Knowing she might never see them again.

"Children, for Jake's safety, we're going to do what Mr. Barron asks. He wishes to take me with him to his rendezvous in Blackpool. So, for his protection, he'd like me to assume bird form, preferably caged. And he'd like you to make your way into a lockable room, such as the parlour." Alma turned her frame towards the parlour then back to her children before turning around to look at Mr. Barron.

"As he won't release Jake if he fears an attack could be mounted upon him once he loses his leverage. Correct, Mr. Barron?" Alma raised her chin, showing how she awfully despised him. Mr. Barron was at loss of words.

"You're sacrificing yourself and all of us, for Jake?"

Came behind her, Alma turned around and looked at Enoch.

"Me. Barrons travels with a Hollow, Enoch. Once it arrives here, we're all dead." She could almost feels Mr. Barron's wicked grin behind her. Alma saw Horace lean in to whisper something to Enoch but didn't bother to listen. It took everything not to shed a tear. She'd lost everything now. The woman she loved the most, her dear children. Everything.

She moved towards the parlours door and said her goodbye to each child that passed her, ending with a hug from Emma and the twins which made her she'd a tear. Once every child was inside the parlour, she grabbed the door handle to each door and took a deep breath and looked over her children.

"It's been my privilege, to care for you all. Goodbye my children."

Alma closed the doors and turned the lock and turned to face Barron, showing her anger through her tear stained cheeks. Taking steps forward.

"Now let him go."

"Oh, but the fun's just begun Alma." Barron let out a low chuckle.

"How dare you speak my name, filthy bastard." Alma tightened her tone. Growing more impatient by each second that passed.

Barron let out another chuckle, this time of surprise.

"My my, what words those pretty lips let out. Tell me, how's dear old Y/N doing?"

Alma clenched her jaw. Feeling as she might explode.

"How dare you speak her name?! How dare you come here, act like you own everything I have. You took her from me! How dare you mention anything of her's. I know what you did to her family, how her parents practically coward before you. On their knees begging to not die. Letting their dear children's lives pay their depth."

As Alma continued, Barron only chuckled. Jake was confused. Who was Y/N? What did this woman mean to Miss Peregrine?

"Technically I wasn't the one who sold her, her mother was. Her dear parents are still loyal to me as ever. I'd never gotten a chance to meet dear Y/N. So tell me, where is she?"

This time, it was Alma's time to be confused.

"What do you mean by that. No tricks Mr. Barron. I want the honest truth."

As he let Jake go, letting out a groan. "Listen, lady. I'd never meet her. If I had, do you think I'd be asking you? So come now Miss Peregrine. Where is she. Her mommy and daddy just wanna say hello."

Alma felt herself start to tremble. Y/N hadn't been in Barron's possession.

She'd spoken to Jake. Begging him to care of her children before turning into bird form. Flying into the cage. Leaving with Mr. Barron. If her dearest was really alive, she'd never see her again. Nor her beloved children.

***

"Emma, I have a question. Look-I know you don't answer them but it's about something Miss Peregrine said before she turned into a bird. Who's Y/N?"

Emma went quiet for a moment, not really wanting to speak. Jake let out a sigh and continued to talk.

"Mr. Barron said he'd never meet Y/N before. What does this mean-who is she?" Jake looked t Emma who's eyes looked at his. A slight tone of happiness appearing on her face.

"So, that means she could still possibly be alive." Emma's smile got bigger.

"Who is she? Is she another peculiar?" Jake was growing impatient.

Emma sighed. "Alright, if I tell you. Will you stop asking?"

Jake nodded his head and sat down and waited for Emma to speak.

"Y/N came to our home years ago, before Miss Peregrine had made the loop. She came with her sister Clarice. When they came they were both pretty young. I think Clarice was 15 and Y/N perhaps 20. I heard Miss Peregrine talk with them about what had happened to them. It wasn't really, nice."

Emma sat down herself and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Barron came to their house, in the middle of the night and killed their brother, well took his eyes. He was around 8. She talked about how their parents had sold them to Barron for their own safety. But before Barron could touch them they'd ran away. They'd taken the boat and arrived here."

Jake listened as she explained more about Y/Nk's past. But there was just one question bothering him.

"What about the ring on Miss Peregrine's finger?" Jake asked.

"Y/N and Miss Peregrine kinda fell for each other. A few years after the loop was created, they got married. Then again a few years later, perhaps 7 years ago. Both of them left, Y/N and her sister. But after two years they stopped writing back home. We heard nothing from them and since Barron wanted to recreate the experiment Miss Peregrine told you about.”

Jake nodded, shocked. He had nothing against the LGBT community but he’d never thought Miss Peregrine was a lesbian. Perhaps she wasn’t, maybe just fell for the one person she trusted most.

They went on, the plan to save Miss Peregrine.

***

“Clarice, fix it. Please. Something has happened.”

Y/N was panicking. The loop was gone, not a child in sight. Alma wasn’t here either. Clarice had the peculiarity of restoring time, she restored the loop. Made everything go back to normal. The house looked itself again but no child was there. What the hell happened. How long has the house been like this? Clarice was too busy walking to her room.

Y/N looked around, saw suitcases. Were they leaving? But why, and where? It felt strange being back in the house, but with everyone gone. Y/N walked around, touching the walls and everything. Y/N walked upstairs and into the bedroom she once shared with Alma and closed the door behind her. Alma’s perfume hitting her like a smack in the face. The scent of smoke, flowers.

She pulled open the drawer and pulled out one of the dark blue lacy nightgowns and spelled. Alma. Y/N looked out the window. It was dark and it was raining. Y/N loved the rain. She walked over to the window and sat down by the window and opened it to listen to the rain and felt herself drift off into sleep.

***

Alma opened the door and walked in. How in the hell was the house still standing? She hadn’t reset the loop. She was wet and she was tired and drained. She quickly walked into the bathroom connected to her room and took a warm, long and hot shower. She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out. Looking in the drawer for her nightgown but it wasn’t there. Alma turned her head to the figure she saw sitting by the window and nearly had a heart attack.

She grabbed her pillow and hit Y/N with it multiple times.

“You reckless little-“

“Alma, hey! Stop hitting me!”

“I have every right to be angry at you! I thought you were dead. For 7 years you’ve been gone and then you stop writing?!”

Y/N could see Alma’s cheeks turning red from anger. She stepped forward, grabbing the pillow out of Alma’s hands and kissed her knuckles. Which made Alma shut up.

“Why’d you do that to me, to the children.” Alma’s voice was on breaking point.

Y/N looked up, into those blue eyes. “I never meant to. I forgot to write-“ Alma cut her off with a snort.

“Of course you did.” Alma took the nightgown from Y/N and dropped her towel and put it on. Feeling Y/N’s eyes on her. It made her shiver. Then she felt arms wrapped around her waist and a soft kiss on her right shoulder. “I’ve missed you. Please don’t leave again.” She felt Y/N shake her head and turned around in her arms and kissed her lover on the lips softly. Nearly losing herself in her lover’s lips. Laughing softly after feeling Y/N’s hands tickle her sides.

“I hate you.”

“You love me birdy.”

#alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #mphfpc

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Yoo you remember the venti x nun! Reader idea I sent you and said that I might come up with something for zhongli? I think I have an idea. For plot purposes xiao knows rex lapis is alive

Zhongli figures out why you don't want to marry him and approaches xiao and verr goldet one night and asks them to help him out, verr will keep him the furthest and sound proof room in the hostel and xiao will bring you there with the excuse of the yaksha needing your faith in morax for something.

You wake up to xiao breaking your window and basically throwing you out of bed ordering you to follow him and not ask any questions.

The way to the hotel is long and the silence of the yaksha doesn't make the travel feel shorter, the old stairs crack under you feet as of they were to break any second. Your chest hits his back when he suddenly stops in front of goldet, giving her a silent nod to receive a key.

' stay. Don't enter until I say' that was the only thing you heard from xiao in some hours but either way you followed the command, he was a yaksha, he was nearer to celestia than you would ever be, and you felt the need to have a certain respect for him. " Now, enter" you heard his voice behind the door, your hand fell on the cold knob, turning it slowly.

Between the door frame and the slightly open door you saw the dark room, you creep your hand in the space between the door and its frame tapping for the light switch when a hand stops you "I did say that you could turn on the light. Just enter" taking a deep breath to will yourself to enter.

As you expect, not a single light was on. " Seat" xiao was standing behind a wooden chair that was facing you and the door, you follow the command, still too tired to doubt his intentions and the suspicious ambient on this travel " you must know the news of the death of rex lapis, or morax, as you call him" the mention of his death makes you sigh lightly, you were sure another geo archon would step in and take care of the city but they wouldn't be the same deity you sworn your loyalty to " what if he wasn't dead? " You couldn't see him but his footsteps were going to the door, after they stopped you heard a light click of the door closing. Now getting nervous you stand up from the chair " xiao wha-"

His voice interrupted you like a thunder " did I say that you could stand?" His foot fell heavy on the floor and you could feel the vibration.

" now xiao, you said you wouldn't get so worked up" a deep voice resounded behind you " please don't worry dearie, i won't let him hurt you. If you don't fight back too much" the hands of the person fell heavy on your shoulders

" I apologize, rex lapis but for a mortal to think that they can kill an archon. How could anyone ever think a human could stand a chance against a divinity? Plain Stupid"

" now finish explaining" the person hands slipped from your shoulders to your forearm

" after his 'death' rex lapis started to reminisce in his vast time " you hear the drag of a chair on the floor and then what you suppose was the sound of xiao sitting down on it " from when the yakshas were created, how he taught them to wield their weapons to how they met a deadly end"

" xiao, I kind of need to go home, I have to go to the qingce village to read to.the kids and and..."

" oh, dear, you said you were so faithful to me but you can't even stay a bit late hearing me? Was you devotion only and act? You pain me" the deep voice sounded severe as if it was scolding a child

" look, please, let me go home, you are scaring me" your hands were on the man's heavy ones, trying to get away from his grasp, when you turned around you saw a little of his face when the window opened and let inside a ray of moonlight, you wouldn't have believed your eyes if xiao didn't critique you for staring " don't ogle rex lapis, human"

From under his hood you could only see his mouth and nose " took you long enough for someone who says to be fully loyal to me" he grabbed a stand of hair and lightly smelled it " i guess you might already guess what I want, your goodness of heart has not gone unnoticed by me, in fact I feel flattered. But now I will have to ask for a proof of your devotion, strip"

" what?"

" you asked on a shooting star for economic growth, your new job got you now economically stable thanks to my help, i fulfilled my part, now is time for you to complete yours," his hands were resting on your hair, holding you down and showing a little 'afection' " you are to have the archon's children to replace my place as liyue's archon. Tomorrow you will ask the consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor for marriage and you will raise my offspring with the values a god should posses" slowly he makes you stand up and guides you to the bed

" no you don't understand, I can't, I won't"

" you want to break our contract?" Rex lapis hold on your wrist felt as if he was trying to break it " then be it then, I will take the economic prosperity I granted and, something more should do, it shouldn't be too hard to put fake clues that you were behind my murder, that will do"

" NO!" a yell escapes your throat, you don't want to lose your home and being chased by liyue geoarmy because they thought you were behind the the deicide " please no"

" then lay in bed now" his back was turned to you and you could hear him slipping out of his clothing " i promise this won't hurt"

You woke up the next morning, the bird singing and the sun shining, you saw at your side to see nobody, not like you expected to see rex lapis resting next to you, he must have left after you passed out. You grip your clothing making it look the less messy possible.

" remember. Zhongli. You are to propose to him" xiao voice surprised you, he was seated on the same spot you heard him go to at night " he should be entering his work now"

Not sparing a look at the anemo user you left, wishing to go home and bath for hours, when you entered your house you found a little memo in the table " zhongli. Funeral Parlor. -RL" you threw the paper, but when you went to the bathroom you found another, and another in your closet, and under your pillow. As soon as you managed to fall asleep you heard a voice yelling to you to wake up and go to zhongli, this went on for days until you swallowed your pride in favor of basic bodily needs. Giving up you dragged yourself to the parlor, wishing to end this nightmare and be able to sleep even if it was for an hour

" Hello! Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, I'm hu tao, owner of the business. How can I help you" the woman's voice was almost too high for you

" I'm looking for someone called zhongli? Is he here?"

" old zhongli? Yeah! Let me call him for you!" You couldn't thank her before she let out a ear piercing scream "ZHONGLIIIII, TO THE RECEPTION. YOU GOT VISITSSSS"

" yes, hu tao? It wasn't necessary to yell" a tall man with amber eyes answered

" you have a visit, from a pretty lady too, Casanova" his eyes fell on you and a light blush dusted his cheeks, even if you were too tired to notice

" i wanted to talk about your confession, the one you told me a few days ago"

" oh? Uhm we should talk in another place about that. This is a...." He turned his head and saw his boss whispering something he guessed was ' get her, tiger' or something similar " less than optimal. Let's go inside"

As you two walked inside you asked " did you... Really mean what you said back then?"

A silence formed between you two, for you it was passive Aggressiveness but, unknown to you he was savoring the moment, seconds before you claimed to love him, even if it was false it would be true soon enough

" yes, I did mean it and I still feel the same" he opened a door to a room with a table and a tea set " chamomile tea or rooibos tea?"

" ah? I'm fine with chamomile, thanks" you stood by his side while trying to go to the point " i know I turned you down in your confession but I thought about it and..." Zhongli would have sworn he was shaking with excitement " I really like you. Please be my pair" you lightly bowed, as if you were begging

It was time for Zhongli to act surprised, his eyes opened and he stopped breathing for a second before almost tackling you into a hug, he wouldn't let you use any excuse to not be together " i promise to cherish you for all eternity" he didn't take promises lightly

-🌸 How was the food?

I have been NOURISHED thank you very much hhhhh 👀👀

#q #lena's asks

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marchioness-caprina · 3 years

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Dense

Pairings : Reader x Todoroki Shouto

Writing Style : 3rd Person, 1st Person

Warning : Cursing ( only a few) , OOC Shouto Todoroki

Word Count : 2487

3rd Person's POV

" I feel like I've been watched for the last 2 months and now it's kinda freaking me out " Y/n muttered sitting down on the sofa with a groan as the rest of the girls piled up around her.

" Well maybe you should just You know... Investigate? " Mina suggested staring at her friend.

" Yeah... Maybe it's just someone who LIKES you but is too shy to admit it? " Uraraka added.

" And who do you think it would be? " Y/n asked raising her eyebrows and simultaneously the girls around her groaned.

" Really y/n? For such a sharp person you're really dense.... And he's dense too! But you're even worst! " Hagakure muttered.

" Who's he? And I'm not dense you guys, I know what's happening around me " Y/n said in defense and the girls gave her a look which states ' No bitch, You don't '

" Oh really huh?... Ok then. Didn't Todoroki-kun give you flowers the other day? " Momo questioned and y/n was fast to answer.

" Yeah he did... So? What's up with that? "

" Oh my god! You're so dense it's actually painful! " Mina cried hugging her pillow.

" Ok let me Try " Uraraka volunteered as she scooted closer towards y/n who only gave her a questioning stare.

" Didn't Todoroki-kun.... Ask you to The Amusement Park a few days ago? "

" Uhh... Yeah but I was busy that Day so I said No.... Why? " Y/n muttered trying to recall the memory.

" Oh my god! I can't take it anymore! Didn't Todoroki-kun Say he Liked you !? " Jirou blurted out standing up from her seat and again the dense female nodded her head.

" Yeah he did and I said I like him too because he's a really Nice friend " Y/n answered and the girls didn't know if they should cry or laugh atbyehir friend's hopelessness.

" She's too dense Kero " Tsu muttered.

" Oh Lord Help me! And what happened after that huh? Anything weird happening with Todoroki-kun!? " Hagakure yelled unable to handle her friend's unaware nature when it comes to love.

" Uhh.... Well.... He started avoiding me? And... He was being really gloomy? And cold? A Bit... Mean? " Y/n tried her best to pick up on Todoroki's behavior and it was true. After that day he had been more distant and he actually snapped at her to stay away from him.

" Y/n... You like Todoroki-kun right? " Momo questioned and the girl gave her a nod.

" Yeah why? "

" More than a friend? "

" Yeah why? "

" Will you accept his love if he asks you to be his girlfriend? "

" Yeah why? "

" Then why the hell did You Fucking Reject Icy Hot!? Now everyone's got to suffer his moody ass and your oblivious fuckery! He Fucking Likes you too! And now he's cooped up in his room barely eating because you Fucking rejected him! You hear me!? " Bakugou suddenly stormed in the common room and y/n's eyes widened.

" Really? " She asked unable to believe the new information she had acquired.

" Oh my fucking-- yeah Really! " Bakugou yelled and she just gave an unreadable expression.

" Oh "

Everyone froze staring at her with disbelief.

Was she really that dense?!

" Y/n....if you don't get your ass up to his room... I will Fucking murder you! And blow your body to bits! " Bakugou threatened and immediately y/n made a run for it upstairs.

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Y/n's POV

I'm not dense right!? No I can't be... Wait... Oh shit bitch I think I might be.

I didn't even notice that I was standing infront of Todoroki's Door.

Taking a Deep Breath I knocked on the door , once, twice, thrice, and whatever r the Hell's next.

But on the 9th try he finally opened up .

" Shoto!---" The moment he saw me he slammed the door in front of my face harshly.

" .... "

" Shoto?... Can you please open up? " I pleaded softly knocking on the door.

" Don't call me shoto " He spat out from inside his room.

" Shoto.... I know you Like me--"

" Oh you think y/n? "

' what the?.... Why is he being so sassy? '

" As I was saying... I know you like me--"

" No shit Sherlock "

' did he just curse at me? THE Todoroki Shoto just cursed at me '

" Just let me Fucking finish Shoto Todoroki!, I know you like me , I Like you too but I was too dense to actually notice the signs that you do like me back! I never confessed because I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable with me! I didn't want to ruin our friendship! Because it's the only thing keeping me close to You! I Like--- No.... I Love You! " I finally had the guts to confess but the only reply I was met with was Silence.

Sighing I turned my back against his Door and started walking away.

I didn't get far when his door flew open and arms were wrapped around me from behind.

" It's about Time you finally said something.... I was upset you know?... I thought you didn't like me" He whispered in my ear making my legs wobble.

This guy makes me feel weak.

" Shoto... I'm sorry for noticing a bit too late.... " I apologized in a sincere tone.

" No.... It's better late than Never " He muttered making me smile.

I didn't really expect him to collapse on me like that.

" What the? Shoto?! " I reacted quickly and spun around catching him and when his forehead brushed against my neck I felt how hot he was.

Oh my gosh? Can a person with an icy hot quirk get sick? Well apparently he's living proof of that.

" You're burning! " I began to balance him in my arm before dragging him inside his room.

It took me a lot of will power since he's bigger and heavier than me and I bumped onto ever furniture I passed by.

After a few seconds of bumping myself here and there I finally managed to gently lay him down on the bed which is a futon and by gently I meant falling on his futon with me laying on top of him.

I made sure to use my arm as a pillow for his head so the fall won't be painful for him but for me. It hurts.

I was about to roll off him but his arms wrapped around my waist securely when he felt how I was about to shift my weight.

" Stay...please " He pleaded with his eyes closed a pained expression on his face making my heart clench.

" I'll be back shoto, I need to get you medicine and food ok? Just wait here I'll be back I promise--"

" No! I want you! I need you! If I let go you won't come back! " He whined his voice weak and hoarse as he tughtened his hold around my waist.

" Shh...baby it's fine...i promise I'll come back but you need medicine and food. I'm going to take care of you ok? But you have to let me go--"

" No! No! No! Don't! Please! " He begged, this was a very weird sight to see. A very childish and vulnerable shoto unlike the usual calm and collected shoto.

People say Fevers make people act weird.... I believe it now.

" Shoto Please! " I raised my voice and this time he started sobbing.

' oh my fucking gosh what the fuck have I done!? Is this even shoto right here!? I think the fuck not! Damn it! '

" Don't leave! " He whined between sobs and I honestly didn't know what to do but let my instincts kick in.

Hushing him as I gingerly grabbed onto his cheeks and peppered his face with kisses while humming a comforting tune to calm him down and it worked, he was slowly calming down and when his eyes closed and his arms relaxed I waited for a few minutes before standing up from my position and crawling away from him.

Grabbing his blanket I placed it on top his figure before leaving the room.

I needed to find medicine, a towel and a bucket and maybe I could ask someone to cook chicken soup for shoto? .

I trailed down stairs where everyone was seated.

" Well!? What the fuck happened!? " Bakugou asked making me jump.

" Wow Bakugou... I didn't know you were this Nosy " I teased and the blonde boy growled.

" Ok, ok. Everything is fine now but shoto has a Fever and I need Medicine, a towel and a bucket filled with water, and can someone please make chicken soup?" I asked and everyone looked genuinely concerned for Shoto.

" Me and the girls will cook Chicken soup " Momo volunteered and the girls agreed.

" I'll Look for Medicine! I think I saw some in the Kitchen Cabinet! " Izuku stated.

" Don't worry I got the Towel and bucket of water Covered! " Denki smiled as I walked closer to them but again I felt a powerful and overwhelming air of fire and ice combined. I didn't even get the chance to react when I felt arms wrap around my waist harshly and I was pulled back against a hard chest.

" You said you won't leave! Why did you leave me!? " Shoto growled angrily, his tone was dead serious and cold. It made everyone in the room shiver.

" Shoto, didn't I say I needed to get -"

" Fuck Medicine and shit I needed you... I wanted you and you left---... Why'd you leave? " At the last bit of his sentence his voice broke and he started sobbing again , he dipped his head on my shoulder and I could feel the wetness of his tears as his sobs began to grow louder.

" Oh shit.... Did Todoroki just curse? " Kirishima muttered.

" Forget that.... Is that even Todoroki? " Came another comment from Kaminari.

" I heard from my mother that A fever could change a person's Behavior... As to what I am seeing today I highly believe that it is indeed true " Iida added.

" Y/n...shame on You for making Todoroki-kun cry " Uraraka was guilt tripping me and soon everyone joined in.

" Shame on you y/n "

" Hey! Why the fuck is it my fault!? " I growled and It seems like either Todoroki took it the wrong way or he misheard me.

" S-so you don't care about me? " His voice came out weak and pained and I turned around to place his face on the crook of my neck.

" No I care about you... That's why I came down here to get Food and Medicine for you right? I love you remember?. Why'd you come down here when you're sick? Tell me where it hurts " I softly cooed running my fingers through his hair and he visibly relaxed breathing in my scent as he buried his face further on my neck.

" My head hurts... And my eyes sting " He silently complained.

" Because you were crying, don't cry anymore ok? I won't leave you again and our friends are here to help us... Say thank you " I smiled as he shifted his head taking a peek at our classmates who watched in awe.

" Thank you guys " He muttered with a smile which made everyone's jaw drop.

" Wow.... Who knew the Queen of dense actually has a motherly side " Sero muttered.

" Y/n I think you should take Todoroki-kun back to his room, we'll take care of everything here and we'll deliver everything to his room once we're done! " Izuku suggested and I couldn't be happier.

Shoto was leaning all his weight on me and my legs were slightly shaking. It seems like midoriya noticed.

" Ummm.. A little Help guys? " I asked and some of the boys volunteered to help me carry shoto back to his room.

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" We'll leave now Y/n! And take care of Todoroki-kun for us! " Iida stated as The rest of the boys who helped me carry him waved us goodbye and closed the door.

Shoto was on his futon my hand on his cheek . One of his hand holding onto my hand to keep it in place while he nuzzled his cheek onto my palm.

" Y/n...."

" Yeah? "

" Cuddle with me? "

" Umm.... "

" Please? "

" Fine "

Giving up with a sigh I laid down on his futon , his blanket covering us as I scooted closer to his body.

And to my surprise he pulled me closer only to climbed ontop of me in a very awkward position.

" Uhh... Shoto? " I asked nervously as his intense gaze pierced my own.

" I wanna lay on top of you " He stated with a monotoned voice before laying his head on my chest and his arms wrapping around my waist.

" Warm.... Soft " He mumbled clearly pointing at my chest as he nuzzled he face further.

' ok... Awkward... I'll try to not think about it that much... He's really lucky I love him'

Closing my eyes as my hand came to brush against his head I heard giggles coming from the door.

Opening my eyes I saw the girls standing in the doorway taking pictures of us.

" No! Stop that! It's not what it looks like! " I yelled as Momo came in holding a bowl of soup along with tsu and Uraraka holding a bucket with a towel and medicine.

" Relax y/n we're just here to deliver everything, hope we didn't disturb you guys " Momo chuckled placing everything on the table.

" Yeah right... You guys are here to deliver everything... It kinda looks like you're taking pictures from an exhibition or something " I deadpanned as Momo headed towards the door.

" Well, continue what you're doing Kero " Tsu smiled before shutting the door.

" Y/n? "

" Yeah? "

" I love you "

Looking down at him with a smile I kissed his forehead.

" I love you too Icy Hotty "

" Wait... You Think I'm Hot? "

" Shut up and go to sleep already! "

#bnha x reader #Bnha Imagine #Romance #Todoroki x Reader #Shouto Todoroki #My Hero Academia #Bnha #Shouto x Reader #MHA #Boku No Hero Academia #Shouto Todoroki Oneshot #Bnha Oneshots #shouto todoroki x Reader

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militantinremission · 2 years

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What's The American End Game strategy 4 Ukraine?

The situation between Russia & Ukraine is interesting. If We R 2 believe Joe Biden & his Administration, Russia is the aggressor threatening 2 invade Ukraine AT ANY MOMENT. Meanwhile, President Zelensky is pleading almost daily 4 The U.S. 2 tone down the sabre rattling. He attributes any Russian aggression 2 U.S. instigation. He is currently asking 4 NATO 2 put sanctions on Russia NOW, b4 Putin's Troops lay waste 2 Ukrainian Cities & their economy.

Talking Heads R asking why Vladimir Putin didn't make his move while Donald Trump was in office; maybe because The Trump Administration gave NATO 'The Middle Finger', & wasn't looking 2 expand into Ukraine? Russia, once again is getting tagged as The Villain, but if We look @ History, We see that Putin & The Russians may have good reason 2 play this international game of 'Chicken'. At the end of The Cold War, America & Great Britain promised The Soviet Union that while Germany would B reunited, NATO would not expand into Eastern Europe.

As We know, The U.S. & Great Britain didn't keep that promise, & I guess that The Russians had 2 draw their own line in the sand. When We add the fact that Russia & Ukraine SHARE Customs @ their borders, one could understand Vladimir Putin's concern over Ukraine joining NATO. America is pushing a Global LGBTQ... Agenda, & many Countries object 2 normalizing what They see as an Alternative Lifestyle. Russia is among those Countries. Sovereign Nations have a Right Of Expression, whether We agree w/ it, or not.

American 'Bullyism' may come back 2 bite The Biden Administration pretty hard. Putin is a formidable bully in his own right. The cost of placing 150,000 Soldiers & equipment around Ukraine's Border is proof that Vladimir Putin is playing High Stakes. Meanwhile, The U.S. isn't committed enough 2 protect U.S. Citizens stationed in Ukraine. What is Volodymyr Zelensky supposed 2 think about U.S. support? From here, it looks like a lot of 'lip service'.

Now, The Biden Administration is telling Americans 2 brace ourselves 4 economic turmoil that may result from any 'Russian Aggression'. America already has a nationwide problem w/ pot holed roads, along w/ bridges & tunnels desperately in need of repair; why is Biden sticking his nose in Russian- Ukrainian Affairs? What happened 2 the America that handled its affairs @ Home, b4 getting into World Affairs? The 'World's Police' moniker only benefits Defense Contractors. Letting violent criminals out On Bail 2 run rampant won't distract Us from this simple fact.

Joe Biden already has abysmal Poll #s; the economic backlash on America from a Russian Invasion of Ukraine is sure 2 make his popularity drop further. This Administration is pretty big on talking tough, but EVERYONE still remembers Afghanistan. Right now, The U.S looks like a Paper Tiger; better yet, a freshly plucked duck ready 2 B cooked- I hear China has a recipe... @ this rate, Donald Trump's chance of regaining The Presidency isn't far-fetched. Biden avoided being a 3 Time Loser, like Bob Dole, but unless he brings Real Tangibles 2 Black America (like he has 4 EVERYONE ELSE), he runs the risk of being a One Term President.

-I almost feel sorry 4 the poor suckers that voted 4 him.

#CluelessJoe #Kakistocracy

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pastel9girlbunny000die · 3 years

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Tits

+18

Warning: Language, sexual content, nipple teasing, sucking biting, emotional drama

Short Story AU (Another/alternate Universe)

Katsuki x male reader

It was right after P.E, everyone went back to change out of their gym clothes, (Y/n) and Katsuki was the last two to arrived changing into their school uniforms again

"Hey Bakugo bro we're going on ahead!" Kirishima yelled leaving the boys locker room like the rest of the boys in class did

A silent atmosphere hanging in the air as the two teens getting dress, already in shoes and pants

(Y/n) attention turned to the ash blonde watching him slip on a shirt but luckily enough to catch a glimpse of that nice looking man buns and soft pink nipples it.

Katsuki's abs and muscles were no intrest to him in the slightest just those boobs!

"Hey. Bakugo?" Katsuki attention turned to you calling him out a little annoyed but also curious.

"What loser?"

"Your pretty ripped man." A sly smirked spread across your lips, walking closer to the blonde but still kept some distance

"Me too." You slipped your open shirt back showing off your upper body, abs, muscles, strong chest pink nipples but not as pink as Katsuki.

Bakugo couldn't help but be a little confused are you trying to compete against him or just something shitty Kaminari stood you up for.

Or could you be trying to...

Seduce Him?

"Not interested, (Rude n/n)." He turned back to his locker starting to button up his shirt from downward working his way up

"You know I never really noticed it before but your tits are huge." (Y/n) peaked his head over Bakugo shoulder his mouth near the blondes earlobe, (Y/n) hot breath hit Katsuki nape while he spoke sending shivers down his spine.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He jolted stepping away from the other male rubbing his neck all defenses on high alert

"Can I touch them?"

"Huh?"

"Can i-"

"WTF no!" Katsuki stopped him backing up until his back hit the cold stone wall, trying to put as much distance between him and the current Pervert

"Touch your own if you want to do that!"

"Mmmh that won't feel the same, I wanna feel your tits. You do have more meat on them." (Y/n) smirked again, stepping forward to Katsuki.

"Don't worry we're alone here. Besides everyone else already went home."

"That's not the fuck'n problem here!" He yelled trying to shoo away the perv, blushing bright red matching Kirishima's hair.

"Oh come on pls, it won't hurt. And I know your gay. it's a win win."

You touching his tits long forgotten once you revealed a secret he tried keeping for so long, how did you know there was no way you could've noticed he made sure not to look at men, always join in the conversation about girls, even renewed his attitude toward everyone.

"H-how you know?"

"Huh?"

"How do you know I like men! I never told anyone!?" Tears ran down Katsuki face, believing you'll go and exspose him to the whole school, than he'll lose his reputation pride poeple will start looking down on him even worst they'll trash on him for not being normal it wasn't something he could control he was happy that he liked men.

"Oh no, its okay calm down, Katsuki calm down." (Y/n) whispered softly placing his palms on Katsuki's cheeks whipping away the tears, the skin beneath his crimson eyes a little stained his eyes couldn't lock away form (Y/n)'s.

"The beginning our first year in high school, you accidentally left you phone in class. I picked it up and the screen lit on I saw your lock screen, those words, lyrics were from the song Radio-Friendly Pop Song by Matt Fishel."

"You-"

"Some girls like girls, some boys got a boyfriend, I like guys and they like me we hold hands, make out and do all the things that lovers do." You slowly sang the song remembering the words as they make sense but better yet you pick the part where that song as actual meaning. After you stop singing it was silent for a few seconds

"I was confused at first why a guy like you had that lyrics as background? It was only the first verse, it clicked when I listened to the song again."

"I was basically careless... it's been a year since then why didn't you call me out sooner?" Katsuki started relaxing under (Y/n) touch loving the circles (Y/n) was drawing with your dumbs on his cheeks, it felt good.

"I thought you wanted time, wait for the right time to come out?"

"Thanks." Katsuki smiled giving (Y/n) the most treasured once in a life time glaze, it literally struck the other you in the heart.

So precious!

***

"So can I touch?" (Y/n) grinned like an idiot after he finally recovered from seeing a true angel.

"Your still on that? No-"

"I'm gonna touch them okay."

"No-Stop."

Bakugo quite down when (Y/n) grope both the blonde under boobs feeling the soft squeezy flesh in his hands made (Y/n) happy and devilish.

"Its so smooth~" you purred with a smirk appeare on you lips yet again, squeezing the flesh a little more moving his chest a little up and down, loving it more when you press them together making it look like real small girl boobs.

"So soft~" you begin moving more to each of his nipples brushing a dumb over one, Katsuki let out a soft yet loud moan, getting something he never thought he would

A nipples tease, he enjoy every bit of it.

But it got better when you leand in tracing your tongue around his nipple a few times as the other one was being pinching which was both painful and pleasurable.

Your tongue slowly traveled over his harden nipple licking around and over, groping a hand full of his bun closing your lips around the sensitive flesh sucking slowly.

Katsuki couldn't help but bring his hands up to your hair holding your head in place while you continue your fun

Nibbling a little as you let out the bun watching your saliva drip from his wet bun down his abdomen, turning your attention to the other nipple giving it the same treatment while your hand grip his wet bun squeezing it hard possibly leaving hand mark. But the other nipple that you were busy with got something better than a hand mark, biting your teeth into the sensitive skin not hard enough to draw blood but definitely leave a bite mark

During it all Katsuki had to clinch his jaw shut so that his moaning doesn't reach the whole building and exspose you two, it did displeased you but it was necessary.

"Yummy~" you slowly licked your lips drool running down the side of your chin, proofs how much you liked it.

"So are we going to continue this at my place? Cause I really like to hear you moan all night and fuck you full of my cum till you pass out."

Katsuki was a little unsure about it, it all disappeared once you took his hand the desire in your eyes the lust and love he couldn't resist

If he said no he'd lose his only chance with a guy that actually showed interest in him but if he says yes he won't be walking for the next few days

He rolled his eyes giving you a girn

"Sure, dumb ass."

Katsuki Sex Gallery

#anime #fanfic #male reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #katsuki x male reader #katsuki bakugo

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prismatales · 4 years

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Bitter Memories

First of all I'd like to thank @bnhabookclub for allowing me to join their server, thanks to them I got the chance to meet so much wonderful people that helped me out with this request. I'd like to thank @honeytama and @samanthaa-leanne for beta-reading this for me as well! You guys were some great help!

Now time for some sibling bonding between The birdbrain and his baby chick!

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS, INJURIES, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ANGST, FLUFF.

Your lungs felt like they were burning with each step you took, blood pressure reaching a terrifying level from the adrenaline running through your veins in a desperate attempt to reach a certain room.

The only command your brain seemed to understand was to look for HIM.

If there was something you absolutely despised was hospitals, the smell of medicine that overwhelmed your nostrils was despicable, hearing the wails of people as they lost a loved one always sent shivers through anyone's spine.

You rushed to the main desk, slamming both hands in front of the receptionist before asking for Takami Keigo's room, at first she only gave you a look, believing you were nothing more than a fangirl who happened to find out the winged hero had arrived to the hospital due to his injuries from the last mission.

Imagine her surprise when you showed her an ID with the same last name as the current number two hero, that seemed to do the trick as she swiftly began tapping away on her computer with nothing but embarrassment on her face at the idea she almost told one of the hero's relatives to scram.

She didn't bother to say anything as she saw you running away to see him as soon as you were told in which room he was recovering.

The sound of your own heartbeat felt so loud and heavy against your ears it could almost be heard by anyone who happened to get close, the few nurses, doctors and patients that happened to pass by only say a blur passing them like a gust of wind.

Nothing mattered to you in that moment but a single goal, to find your older brother.

Hawks may be a pain in the ass most of the time who's always teasing you or trying to scare away any guy who happened to look in your direction for more than two minutes.

He may have abandoned you with that pair of alcoholics you had the unfortunate luck of call "parents".

He may have left you behind all those years to become a hero.

But in the end he was still your older brother, the same dork that kept trying and trying to spend time with his little sister, even despite the may times his calls were ignored and sent over to voicemail. The same guy who got nothing but corn chips as birthday and christmas gifts and posted it on his twitter account with a smile at his sister's antics.

The same guy who had your back during that mission where you got severely injured, and that almost cost you the one thing that allowed Takami Y/N to follow the path of a hero...your wings.

Doors kept going and going one after another in a seemingly endless row as you ran around the halls.

424...425...426....

426! That was the number! The words "Takami Keigo" written neatly underneath.

You stood in place for a minute....gasping for air and feeling like someone had rubbed sandpaper inside your throat from how parched it felt, but that didn't matter in that moment, the only thing that really mattered was knowing your brother would be alright.

Knocking gently on the door before stepping inside didn't prepare you for the sight laid in front of your eyes.

There in a hospital bed sat your brother looking outside through the window, bandages littered almost his whole body as well as a good portion of his face from the way the left side of his face was also bandaged.

But what really knocked out all of your breath and caused bile to rapidly rise up your throat was the one thing that made people recognize Keigo as one of the best heroes all across Japan, the lack of those beautiful vermilion wings that grew on his back felt like a bucket of iced water had been thrown on your back.

"...Keigo?"

His head, which had been tilted up while admiring the world through the other side of the window, slowly turned back towards you, seeing the left side of his face, including his eye covered in bandages didn't help soothing the growing pit inside your stomach.

Keigo's eyes no longer held that characteristic mischievous energy of his, but they still had faint traces of that comforting warmth he always held for those he held close to him.

"...Y/N?"

Somehow hearing him call out your name instead of that annoying nickname you absolutely despised and he always used just for the sake of riling you up made a huge wave of pain crash into your very soul like a tsunami, never in life did you ever thought there would come a day where not hearing Keigo calling out for his "baby chick" would end up feeling this horribly painful.

Running up towards him caught Keigo off guard, more so when he felt the warmth of your body envelope his upper half and the way your whole body trembled like nothing but a mere leaf in the middle of a storm, somehow it made something inside him break, hands wrapping around your own shoulders to return the embrace before burying his face down.

In that moment Keigo realized just how touch starved he really is, all because of all those years of ruthless and rigorous training his younger self had to endure to become not a hero, but a weapon for a broken system.

"...Was it worth it Y/N?" He murmured sadly in the collar of your sweater, that voice was not Keigo's, but that of a broken man who's life had lost its whole meaning in a matter of hours, after all...that's exactly what happened to him when Dabi burned down his wings to nothing but ashes.

Keigo's words were confusing, but even though you tried to pull away to take a look at him the hold he had on you wouldn't budge.

"What do you mean Keigo?"

His whole body began trembling, for a second it almost seemed like he was the younger brother, the one seeking for the protection one could only get from someone as close as an older sibling.

"I know what you had to endure because of me" each word Keigo muttered made his voice slowly start breaking bit by bit.

"Having to grow up surrounded by trash bags and beer bottles scattered all over the floor, endure all of the yelling and the fighting..." You only held him tighter into your own body, knowing what exactly he was referring to in the first place.

"And after our old man was arrested and Ma left?...you had to deal with that asshole all by yourself 'cause nobody else believed you"

"What are you talking about birdbrain? are you high on morphine or something?" you had a suspicion of where this was going and tried to find a way to change the subject, but Keigo didn't budge one bit.

"Aika, that darned foster sister of yours, I know how much she enjoyed to bother you and make you cry...How she always said your whole family abandoned you"

Of course he knew about that...How the only child of that foster family disliked you, hating the idea of having to share her parents with someone that wasn't even related to them.

Every time Keigo would come to visit she'd try to get his attention, having similar ages made her develop a crush on your brother, and when his visits became less frequent she made it her goal to make your life miserable, spewing cold harsh lies about Keigo getting tired of coming to see you, in the beginning her words would only end up being ignored.

However bit by bit the cruel whispers slowly began digging deep inside your heart, despite knowing she only said those thing to hurt you. It was more painful having to wait for Keigo's visit while sitting outside, sometimes even for hours just to realize he didn't show up that day.

Even though you tried hard not to, slowly her words began corrupting the image you had of Keigo, until eventually you started becoming bitter towards him.

It went on for years, and every time you tried telling on her with your foster parents they only brushed it off thinking it was only an exaggeration, Aika was cunning after all and only did this when your parents were not around, or would whisper those cruel words lowly enough for only you to hear.

Aika didn't see it coming when after a fall out with one of her friends, said girl told everything to Hawks after being rescued by the hero during a villain attack, her friend knew you were related to said man because Aika always complained about her annoying foster sister to anybody nearby, much to their annoyance.

Neither she or her family expect the number two hero himself to come into their home shortly shortly after you moved into the dorms, much less with proof and witnesses of everything she had said and done to his sister over the years, saying her parents were upset was putting it low, they were livid to find out what their "sweet" daughter had been doing for years.

The shame when they realized all those claims were true was suffocating, neither of them could even see the hero eye to eye as he gave the young woman a cold harsh glare, all she could do was grit her teeth in rage and shame knowing she had been caught.

"How did you find out?" Just hearing the name Aika was almost enough to make you want to cry, you'd never forgive that girl as long as you lived...

"I found out through some of her friends, you should have seen their faces when I arrived at their home and confronted her" He chuckled dryly, still bitter at the idea that girl kept bothering you endlessly even after you got accepted into UA.

"You don't have to worry about her anymore baby chick" His hold became softer, and so did the pressure inside your chest when that little nickname came out of his mouth, had he seen the pained smile on your face his brother instincts would have probably kicked in into high alert.

"Just tell me you didn't threaten them" Keigo pulls away to give you an offended look that quickly morphed into a teasing smile.

"What do you take me for? Some kind of monster?" His hands ruffles your hair "I just had a talk with them, besides her parents did more than enough if I do say so myself, you should have seen her face when they took away her car keys, some spoiled brat you had to deal with over the years"

You huffed in agreement, remembering how she always kept whining to your foster parents to give her money so she could go shopping with her friends, and the glare she sent in your direction if they ever told her to take you along for the day.

"You know, having to deal with our parents and her made me stronger, I may have resented you for a long time Keigo...but I can't really say that I actually hated you in the first place"

His expression changed in an instant, eyebrows furrowed in frustration over the fact you kept trying to lighten the subject.

"Y/N, you were a child, you didn't need to be strong, you needed to be safe and I failed to do the one thing your brother should have done all those years ago, protect his little sister"

The room went silent for a minute, neither you or Keigo said anything else for a while, he knew he was right, you knew he was right, but it's not like you could turn back time to fix everything that went downhill all those years ago...

"I failed you Y/N, but lord help me if I'm not going to make it up to you for everything. Whenever you need help with something, no matter what it is, homework, internships, hiding a body" The last one was obviously a joke by the sound of his voice "just come looking for your big brother"

It was like a switch had been flipped inside your head, all those years of pent up frustration directed towards Keigo disappeared in an instant, even if you tried to force yourself to feel mad it was impossible.

Not like you had anything to be mad about anymore...

"Then...I want to do the same for you birdbrain" Your eyes traveled to the bandages adorning his back, and he knew in that instant where the conversation was heading. Hesitating filled your thought for a minute before mustering enough courage to ask him about it.

"What did the doctors say...about your wings?"

He didn't answer for some time, and it worried you that somehow the question may have made him upset, but then he finally replied with a tired look on his face.

"They...don't think my wings may grow back again" He sounded lost, and in a way he was, it was because of his quirk that the hero commission took interest in him to begin with, the same reason they took him in to train as one of their best heroes to exist, the very same reason he had left you behind in the first place.

Hawks was their best agent... but now he was Hawks no more, he was just Takami Keigo, nothing more than just another civilian to them, someone that had to be protected from villains.

The only purpose they had for him was completely gone.

"Is there anything they can try? Maybe Recovery girl can do something about it?" You couldn't let this go so casually, there had to be way to help him out.

"I'm sorry baby chick...but I guess...this is the end for Hawks" His retort was heartbreaking, everything he had worked so hard for was gone in a matter of hours, and there was nothing you could do about it...

There may not be a way to help him out, but there was definitely no way you'd let his legacy die in vain.

"If there's nothing else to help bring them back..." Slowly you started speaking, voice full of determination made Keigo look back at you in surprise once you continued with your speech.

"...Then let me be your wings..."

There might be no way to bring his wings back, but that didn't mean Hawks was gone for good.

You made him a promise you intended to keep no matter what.

No longer after that day filled with pain and tears...years later when a new generation of heroes rose up to protect the world...A new Hawks fleed high through the skies with nothing but a single purpose, her one and only goal was hard, but nothing could bring her down.

To defeat those who brought pain upon this world and protect those people in dire need of help.

If there was something Takami Y/N knew better than anybody was to be strong, and she would use that very same strength she maintained over the years to keep her family's legacy alive.

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