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First Date (Keisuke Baji x OC) chapter 1

PART 1 of The Only Exception

experimental emo!baji fic (Baji x OC that's just reader but with a name because i'd rather shoot myself than write y/n)

part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

Both, Baji and OC are into alternative music and I've tried to not describe OC physically so she can be anyone :)

pairing: Keisuke Baji x reader

word count: 7.2k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I don't know how to tag but here goes nothing: oral sex (both receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, face-fucking, penetrative sex, bathroom sex, slight asshole!baji, fem!reader

The met at a night club and turn it into a whole thing, songs to go with the story:

𝆕 Playlist

18 - Anarbor

First Date - blink-182

Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

The River - Good Charlotte

Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard

Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3

Cherrypie - Warrant

Rebel Love song - Black Veil Brides

The day of the event finally came. I’d been looking forward to Emo Nite for almost a month now, ever since my best friend called me screaming that the new date had been announced. You’d think being in university with the event manager would help stifle the excitement over it since we could get any information about it whenever we wanted, but it’d been months since the two of us had gone out anywhere. It was the only thing on my mind as I dragged myself through my lectures, 3 pm could not have come any sooner. Finally, as the last lecture of the day came to an end, I started packing up my notes, trying to figure out what I was going to wear.

My apartment was a short walk away from the university, the club, and our favourite gym, therefore this entire day was made that much easier as I didn’t have to depend on public transportation to get anywhere.

Just as I opened the front door to my place that I shared with my best friend and roommate, I was attacked by my favourite playlist blasting from her room, the playlist I had made for her to get in the zone for these kinds of parties, all consisting of the music I had got moaned at for listening to in my teens. It very obviously was not a phase, mom.

“You should put on 3OH!3” I let myself into her room.

“I don’t know what that means!!” She was frantically going through her wardrobe looking for something to wear.

“Give me the phone, trust me,” I said with a wink.

I clicked on the song and noticed some of my own clothes strewn over her bed, evidence that both of us currently had the same issue to decide on. I loved showing her the music I u̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ listen to as she never got to experience peak emo and scene culture in the town where she grew up.

“What the fuck kind of line is ‘I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him’”

“Mai, don’t question peak songwriting. It’s iconic.”

She rolled her eyes, but I knew she was enjoying it.

It was my turn to cook so I got to work preparing food for both of us before a well-deserved rest. Since I’d never been good at estimating the amount of rice needed for two people, there was now a full pot of leftovers that I promptly put away while cleaning up.

The music blasting from Mai’s room was making me dance around the kitchen and postponing the tiredness I’d felt ever since opening my eyes in the morning. To take advantage of that burst of energy, I cleaned up all surfaces in the kitchen and dining room, giving Mai a break from her turn for cleaning that day, and moved on to the bathroom, where I made sure everything looked decent enough not to put me into a slump when we wake up the next day. Satisfied with the work, it was time to take a short nap before going to the gym.

“Maybe this was a mistake, maybe we were too ambitious to plan to go out after the gym.” My friend complained on the way home.

“Well, maybe you should’ve done a low-intensity set like me like I told you! Because I’m feeling great!”

“I’m too old for this shit.”

“You’re 22! I dread to think how you’ll feel when you’re 80.”

She just stuck her tongue out at me in response.

Both of us felt rejuvenated after a shower and it was high time to start getting dressed and doing our makeup. The playlist was back on and so was the random singing and shouting. I decided on a black blink-182 top, black jeans that are so ripped that I put fishnets on underneath, and an oversized denim jacket over the top.

The guitar pick necklace matched the t-shirt and all that was left was to put a fuck ton of eyeliner on. I went into Mai’s room to check on her and, damn, she looked incredible. She’d fit right in with her shorts, completely ripped black tights, Linkin Park t-shirt, and a plaid shirt wrapped tightly around her waist. I wolf-whistled.

“Not sure I can let you out like that, Mai.”

“Is something wrong with it? Is it too much? Oh no it’s too much isn’t it…”

“Hell no I’m just thinking of the best way to swat people away when they start swarming you.”

She smirked at the comment “You look just like you did in your old photos…just with better hair.”

“Please don’t remind me, I can still smell the hair spray.”

We sat on the floor and started doing our makeup, occasionally changing songs on her speakers and cracking stupid jokes. When we were done it was around 10 pm and Mai insisted on taking photos before leaving. My eyeliner sort of matched her plaid shirt, big black wings with red lines underneath, on my inner corners, and slicing through my eyebrows. On the lips, I opted for black-red ombre lipstick hoping it doesn’t transfer onto my cup of whatever I chose to drink.

The walk to the club was pleasant as it wasn’t too cold or too hot. With those last breaths of fresh air of the night, we walked in and found our names on the list to be let inside. The space wasn’t very big, but it had only a few open windows so I felt sweat dripping down my back almost as soon as we got to the dance floor. Waving at the DJ and the event manager, we made our way to the bar. Mai started flirting with the bartender and I really had to respect the swiftness with which she got her first free drink of the night.

I grabbed my extortionately priced can of Red Bull and a straw and headed to the floor. There was quite a big crowd of people on one end of the room so we danced our way to the other side. The big reason why I loved going out with Mai is that she left all her shyness at home and sang from the top of her lungs even if her words were wrong. I, on the other hand, had to be broken out of my shell every time.

After a while, having gotten comfortable with a big crowd of people all around us, I started noticing familiar faces walking in. Some of Mai’s friends from one of her lectures were there and we very quickly joined them in carving out some space for our group on the dancefloor. I could feel the makeup melting and everyone was getting water to freshen up so I decided to venture out to find the nearest toilet. Mai followed me out and kept singing as we walked past a group of guys, one of whom nearly knocked me into the wall.

“Watch it, assholes!” She shouted after them as I was regaining balance.

There was broken glass stuck in the soles of my vans and I could feel it scrape the floor as I walked on.

“I swear some people don’t understand the concept of personal space, are you okay?” her worrying was adorable.

“Yeah, I just have to pick out the glass from my soles now. He didn’t even apologise, did he?”

“Nah, that’s okay I’ll find him back inside and feed him my fist though, don’t you worry.” I laughed as she pretended to punch the hand dryer. We tried to dab some sweat off of our faces with toilet paper but soon gave up as it would probably build up as soon as we stepped back into the room. Heading back, my favourite song came on and I had to sprint to get back to our group and share my excitement with others.

“I really fucking love this song!” I shouted into someone’s ear, only to realise it was not one of my people, but the very asshole that pushed me in the hallway minutes before, along with his friends. He looked me up and down and, smirking like I was a child expressing their enjoyment of an animated film, chuckled “Good for you”.

I turned to find Mai, but she had already seen the interaction and followed what happened with raised eyebrows.

“Was that…”

“Someone that still needs to get punched for being a dick? Yeah that’s the guy.”

“Mai, he’s hot. Why didn’t you tell me he was this hot! I would’ve pushed myself to save him the trouble of doing it himself if he needed me to!”

“I can’t hear half the words you just said and I don’t think I want to. You’re too sexually frustrated for your own good.”

Still I couldn’t stop picturing his face as he looked me up and down. Did he like what he saw? Did he find me cringe? Did he realise I was the person he pushed? I could’ve sworn I caught a glimpse of adorable fangs in his mouth, was he one of those weirdos that wore fake fangs to emo events?

Mai dragged me to the bar to get another drink, but I kept scanning the room to find the asshole vampire guy. With a new can in hand, I went towards the DJ to talk to the event manager. She was a really cool girl I had met waiting for our professor to start the lecture because both of us wore the same band t-shirt. Ever since she started organising these parties, Mai and I have been on the list and stayed until the very end of the party.

“What’s wrong? You never not sing along to Ocean Avenue,” Hana waved in front of my face. Mai chuckled and told her I was just too horny to function.

“Who’s the target tonight?” Hana asked with a massive grin.

“That long-haired asshole next to the bar,” Mai pointed towards him and his group of friends, all of them with drinks in their hands and not really dancing or looking like they were there for the music.

They kept talking while I made my way back out of the room to get some air and space to think. When someone stood next to where I was crouching, I assumed it was Mai trying to get me back inside.

“Sorry about pushing you earlier,” a voice that definitely wasn’t Mai’s said.

I looked up and was greeted by a pair of bronze eyes and a serious face framed by long black hair. Leaning on the wall with hands in his pockets, it was Asshole Vampire from before. The one I couldn’t stop looking for in the crowd, now he stood next to me where I could hear him better. I quickly stood up and swayed a little from getting up too fast.

“I didn’t think you even noticed someone falling and stepping on glass because of you.” My voice was vibrating from screaming along with the music earlier.

“I know it’s not really an excuse, but I tried to get back as soon as possible to hear the song that was playing. I love Black Veil Brides.” He chuckled and looked down.

I looked him over, he was wearing a white button-up shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, black jeans, and black Converse. His hair was long and shiny, falling forward nonchalantly.

“I will say that just might be a good enough reason, I’ll try to call off the hit I put on you.” I tried sounding casual despite the fact that he was standing so close to me I could feel the warmth of his body.

“That would be great, thanks. You have a good music taste, apparently. Good Charlotte is one of my favourite bands.”

I looked at him and blushed, that meant he definitely knew it was me shouting in his ear earlier.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I thought you were someone I knew.”

He looked amused, “I’m Keisuke. Now I’m also someone you know.”

I shook his hand, trying to secretly admire his beautiful long fingers. “Yuna. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“I’ve never managed to get my friends to come with me before, and I’m not the type to go out to clubs by myself.”

“Well, I hope you get them to come next time as well, I’ve been to every Emo Nite and they’re always amazing. I’m friends with the event manager as well.” Wow shut up, I thought to myself, who gives a shit.

“They’re not really into the same music, that’s why we’re just standing there like statues. Just observing. Like a bunch of creeps.”

That made me shiver a bit. Was I actually holding a conversation with this guy? If only Mai could see me now…she’d probably run over to punch Keisuke in the face.

“I get it, luckily, my friend is discovering this music now and likes it, I’ve been into it since I was probably 10.”

“Ahhh, the right age to sing about all the greatest pains in life, back before you even knew what the real world was.” He stared ahead like he knew that pain now.

“Yeah, but it’s been 12 years since then, and it’s still my day-to-day music.”

“You’re 22 then?” He looked back at me, “Are you from around here? We could’ve been in the same year..”

“I moved here for university.” Okay great, he was my age and he had the same music taste. I couldn’t help but wonder what his lips would taste like…

“You know I can see you staring at my lips, right?” He grinned, obviously very pleased with himself having caught me staring.

“Hm? Oh…yeah. You’re insanely gorgeous, sorry,” I cringed at myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? May as well go get Mai and head home, there is no way I could enjoy my night after this. A soft chuckle escaped his mouth “Likewise, I didn’t get a very good look at you inside, but now that I can see you properly, I’m really glad I came out to check on you.”

Wait, what? “Check on me?”

“It seemed like you were unwell, and when you headed out I wanted to make sure you didn’t collapse or something,” he shrugged. My heart started pounding, he was looking at me inside? He worried about me? He wanted to help me? Woah.

“That’s very kind, coming from the guy who almost flattened me with the wall.”

He threw his head back and laughed, “Are you going to hold that against me forever?”

“Maybe,” I smiled at him, “unless you make it up to me.”

He turned to face me completely.

“Well, how about we head back inside to enjoy some music together, and you think of a way for me to me it up to you?”

I took in his gorgeous jawline and the canines peeking through his lips.

“Lead the way, Keisuke.”

We went back inside, I immediately started scanning the crowd for Mai or Hana. They waved me over to them and I grabbed Keisuke’s hand to lead him to them. Mai’s eyes went wide and I knew we were going to have to talk about this later.

“Keisuke, this is Mai, my best friend, and that’s Hana, she organised this event,” I shouted into his ear, inhaling the scent of his hair.

Mai looked him up and down and Hana shook his hand. I was pleading with Mai with my eyes not to beat the shit out of him right then and there, signalling that I didn’t want him dead.

“I’m going to stay over at Hana’s tonight, if that’s okay with you, Yuna.” Hana turned to her with questions in her eyes, but Mai pinched her arm and smiled at her.

Was she trying to give me some kind of a signal? Keisuke looked between us, all I could do was just nod and go dance. It seemed too convenient that the next song that was playing was a slow one. Keisuke grabbed my hand, “I assume you want to dance to blink-182,” he nodded at my t-shirt and necklace.

I couldn’t believe it. We’d been dancing for several songs now, surprisingly, he’s actually got rhythm. Mai decided to stay with Hana and not come back for me, which normally never happens. It was always the two of us against everyone in the room. Maybe she saw the tension between Keisuke and me - wait…was there tension between Keisuke and me? He was looking down at me and smiling most of the time, save for when he was belting out to the music. Especially when both of us were singing the wrong lyrics to Fall Out Boy. After a while, he dragged me to the hallway to speak to me.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He looked at me intensely. It took me a few seconds to catch on.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Do you live nearby?”

This wasn’t weird, right? To the rational part of my brain, it sounded like a bad idea, but I’d been imagining what his lips would feel like on my neck for a good part of the night.

“Yeah, walking distance,” As soon as I said that he leaned down and caught my lips with his. I reached for his neck and brought him closer, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and I could smell his shampoo as his hair fell to tickle my face. There was a low vibration in the back of his throat. When he broke the kiss he looked into my eyes like he was trying to read them. I could get lost just staring at his face. He smiled and took my hand, “Lead the way, Yuna.”

I fumbled around my pockets trying to text Mai while he let his friends know he wasn’t going home with them. It seemed like a fortunate coincidence that Mai was staying over at Hana’s tonight.

Yunaaaaasty, 01:28

i’m going home with vampire guy, am i making the biggest mistake of my life?

Mai Darling, 01:29

thought so :) why did you think i made Hana let me stay over?

Yunaaaaasty, 01:29

you’re a mastermind and i owe you for this

Mai Darling, 01:30

oh yes you do but honestly it’s not as fun singing i’m not okay without you <3333

just let me know if you’re dead or alive in the morning so i can alert the police kbye have fun ;)

I looked up as Keisuke reached for my hand, his grip was so warm it immediately made my heart jump. I could feel warmth pooling in my stomach in anticipation of what might happen in just a few short minutes. Keisuke kept asking me questions about my life on our way there, though I wasn’t exactly sure why he was so curious if this was to be only a one-time thing. Maybe he was trying to determine if I was a psycho killer of some sort…or maybe he was? Oh well, he was so gorgeous I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant having some fun with him beforehand.

We walked up the stairs and he started kissing behind my ear. My skin felt tight in anticipation of his touch and I felt myself shiver as his kisses trailed down to my neck.

“You’re distracting me, I’m trying to get us inside at least,” I chuckled at him.

“How long does it normally take you to unlock your front door?”

“Hey it’s difficult finding the key in this mess of keychains, now I have you making me thinking about uhhh…other things as well.”

He moved to my lips and nipped at my bottom lip. “Oh and what is it that I’m making you think about?” There is no way I was saying that out loud outside my apartment, so I just pushed the door open and dragged him inside after me.

I started taking my denim jacket off all the while not breaking the kiss and leading him to my bedroom. I shut the door and clumsily shook off my Vans, starting to unbutton his shirt. He looked at me with hungry eyes, his hands travelling along my hips and up to my breasts. Luckily, the fairy lights around my bed frame were left on so I could see his eyes as he was drinking in the lust in my eyes. When he shrugged off his shirt, he started unbuttoning my jeans and pushed me toward my desk, still messy with my coursework and at least four dictionaries and other heavy tomes. I broke the kiss to put the books away when he chuckled, “Damn, I was kind of hoping to knock it over in the heat of the moment and eat you out on top of the desk,” As hot as that would’ve been, this was the product of a month of research and hard work and it deserved to be put away safely.

“If I hadn’t spent all my sanity working on this paper I would say yes.”

“Can I still eat you out at least?” I felt my knees threatening to give out, why was his saying that so damn hot?

“Please,” I moaned into his mouth and started to peel my fishnets off when he grabbed my hands to stop me.

“Keep them on,” his breathy voice rolled into my ear, “but how attached are you to those panties?”

This confused me, but he already grabbed the fabric of my underwear and started ripping them on the side and casting them away. He lifted me up and put me on top of my desk, now trailing his mouth down my torso to where my panties were a few seconds ago. His large hands ripped the crotch of my tights and started putting his hair up into a ponytail. I hadn’t noticed the hair tie that had been around his wrist until he took it off and held it with his teeth.

My head spun when he lowered his lips to my heat and started to lick long strokes between the folds. Leaning back on my hands, I let out a breathy moan that made him chuckle into me and start sucking on my clit.

“Oh my..Keisuke yes,” I couldn’t keep it in anymore, his tongue swirled all around the most sensitive area and when I looked down at his face his eyes were set on me, as if he needed to make sure I was coming undone. As if my moans and hitched breaths weren’t enough of a sign, he needed to see it with his own eyes.

My hand went to the base of his ponytail to bring him closer to me, as I did so it felt like he dug in with an even stronger intensity than before. I was nearing my peak when he inserted a finger inside me. I could feel his lips spreading into a smile when he saw my reaction like he was saving that move until the end.

“Let go, Yuna. If you cum on my tongue now I’ll let you ride me.” That was all that was needed to push me over the edge and make me shake with pleasure while his hand held me down on the desk.

He got up and pulled my t-shirt off, slowly unbuckling my bra and adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Keisuke let his hair back down and started pulling my hair into a ponytail, tying it with his hair tie. I pushed him onto my bed and crawled up to his crotch, pulling his jeans down as he pushed his Converse off his feet.

When I pulled down his boxers I was met with his hard cock slapping his abdomen and, looking up into his eyes, gave the head an experimental lick. His eyelashes fluttered and he closed his eyes so I took it as a sign to continue.

Keisuke let out the sweetest moan when I took as much of his length as I could into my mouth, one hand on his shaft, the other on the balls. With long, circular motions, my tongue slid all over his cock, licking off any drops of precum it dripped.

His balls were in my hand, softly being massaged, causing him to huff and moan softly. His hand reached for my hair and grabbed it to lead me how he wanted me. He held me in place as his hips thrust up. As his thrusts got more and more frantic, my throat had had enough, so I released his balls from my hand and grabbed the hand that was holding my ponytail signalling I needed a break.

He released me and dragged me up to his face to kiss me, but I had to get things moving to get him inside of me as soon as possible.

Leaning over to my bedside table, I pushed aside my phone and Polaroid camera, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and turned on some music, “Alexa, play Oh My Word It’s Happening playlist.” When the first song started playing, he let out a laugh,

“Really, First Date?”

“Hey, I want to make this night last forever, okay?”

I handed him the condom and straddled his abdomen, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Keisuke’s hair was spread over the pillow like a dark halo, framing his beautiful face, I almost forgot how to breathe. His hands were trailing along my thighs, still covered with fishnet tights, as I positioned myself above his hard cock, slowly lowering myself down, his eyes rolling back and filthy moans escaping his soft lips.

When I sunk fully onto his cock, I couldn’t help myself but let out a high-pitched moan which seemed to wake him from the bliss he was in. He grabbed my hips and helped me bounce myself on him. The thickness that spread my walls made me feel full, and each thrust scratched an impossible itch inside me. When Keisuke started grunting with each thrust I knew he was nearing his peak. I reached to rub my clit with one hand, but he swiftly knocked it aside and replaced it with his own. I threw my head back in pure pleasure and let out all the pent-up pressure from my throat as I came all over his dick, he followed soon after with an animalistic moan and stopped thrusting.

He looked spent and let go of my hips, I needed to burn the image of him lying underneath me into the insides of my eyelids. I reached over to grab my camera,

“Do you mind if I take one of you?” I motioned with the camera. He gave me a small smile,

“Is this some kind of a psycho killer trophy you’re collecting?”I couldn’t help but laugh,

“Maybe, but I want to remember this.” He nodded with a blissful smile, so I looked through a viewfinder and pushed the button. Putting the camera aside, I got off of him and lay next to him, gently taking the condom off and launching it into the bin.

“I feel obligated to mention that I’ve never done this before,” He raised his eyebrow at my comment, causing me to correct myself, “I mean, I’ve never brought someone home like this, especially after just meeting them.” He was tracing shapes on my stomach, all the while staring into my eyes.

“Me neither,” he admitted, “I’m still not convinced you’re not some psycho killer taking advantage of young men, taking salacious photos of them, and then disposing of their corpses in the nearby bushes.” I just had to laugh at the notion,

“You seem to have put a lot of thought into this scenario, are you sure you’re not the murderer?” He leaned over to place a kiss on my shoulder,

“Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” Looking over at him, I took in his loose hair, now messy and half-resting on my pillows.

“Honestly, after this, I think I would gladly let you kill me. I don’t remember the last time I felt this good.” When Keisuke pulled me closer to him, resting his hand on my hip, I swear I could have floated away.

After some conversation that sounded way too casual considering the way we had just made each other feel, I heard Keisuke’s stomach rumble so I offered to get him some food and dragged him out of bed and into the kitchen. He managed to put his boxers back on while I put on my pyjama top and we made way to investigate the food situation.

“I’ve got some leftovers from today, I mean, I guess it’s technically yesterday now.” I pulled out the tub with leftover fried rice and chicken and stuck it into the microwave while he inspected the fridge door that was littered with polaroids of Mai and me, some from our work with other coworkers, some of us cuddling her cats from back home, some of our birthday and end-of-exams parties, and others of my old dance group from different competitions we attended.

“You have cats?” He seemed really interested in all individual photos.

“Ah, no, those are Mai’s parents’ cats. They live in the middle of nowhere and have a bunch of animals, unfortunately, we couldn’t get any of her pets here when we moved in,” I pointed at another photo of me with a big black labrador sitting on the beach, “That’s my dog, but he lives with my parents, as I’m too busy to take care of a dog right now.” He nodded and looked over a few more photos before stepping towards me and pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

At that moment the microwave beeped and I went to grab the food and plate it up. We ate standing in the kitchen, neither of us feeling inclined to move away from each other. Keisuke was stuffing his face like he hadn't eaten in days,

“I think you need to slow down,” I said with a smirk.

“This is amazing, I can’t stop,” he said with his mouth full.

When he was done, he started to put the plates into the dishwasher and I offered him something to drink. With him in the kitchen, I made my way to the bathroom to wipe my makeup off, noticing the lipstick hadn’t transferred at all. Keisuke appeared behind me when I had taken off most of the makeup and started touching my ass. Luckily I didn’t put any underwear on, remembering how he ripped the pair I wore earlier. I looked at him through the mirror and smiled at his gentle caresses. He seemed entranced by my skin and started making his way towards my bare heat. Gently rubbing my sensitive lips, he elicited soft moans from my lips. Our eyes met in the mirror and he returned my smile,

“You’re so beautiful, did you know that? I loved seeing you with the makeup, but this,” he reached for my cheek with his hand, the other one still rubbing my pussy, “is incredible.”

He grabbed my face and kissed it, making me moan into his mouth which made him change his approach and sink a finger inside of me. He groaned when my walls sucked his finger in, adding another and hooking them to hit the most sensitive spot inside. My legs started shaking with pleasure, which seemed to amuse him enough to giggle and move to stand right behind me, spreading my legs.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” Keisuke whispered, “but you’re making me feel feral, like no amount of touching you will ever be enough,” his voice was making me wet with desire.

“Feral? We can do it like they do it on the Discovery channel then,” I invited him for another round. I opened one of the drawers under the sink and passed him a condom, causing him to chuckle,

“Very convenient.”

“We like to be prepared,” he aligned his once again hard cock with my entrance and pushed in, throwing his head back in pleasure, my back arching to get a better angle, still holding the edges of the sink. He pushed into me until I couldn’t take any more and gasped loudly. He stopped and started pulling out and pushing back in, only up to the point I could handle. This angle made hitting the sensitive spot so much easier, it made me gasp and whine with every single one of his thrusts. His hands were squeezing my ass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded on this Earth. His cock was buried deep inside of me, hitting my most sensitive areas, pulling me apart from the inside.

I threw my head back and Keisuke took the opportunity to grab my jaw and pull me towards his face. He was grunting into my ear and kissing my neck, I was certain I wouldn’t last much longer.

With his teeth, he scraped along my neck. With a cry, I creamed on his cock, which only seemed to make him go faster and harder. “Good girl, hold on tight,” he whispered into my ear, letting go of my jaw and instead holding the base of my ponytail as I held onto the wall in front of me for dear life. One of his hands snaked around me and found my clit, rubbing it in circular motions, sending me into another orgasm, this one louder than the last.

Never breaking pace, he chuckled and smacked my ass three times before returning both his hands on my ass, pulling me into his hips repeatedly.

“Faster Keisuke, please!” I cried out, and he obliged. Soon after that I felt another wave of pleasure threatening to swallow me whole. Just as I started crying out his name again, he moaned into my hair and finished, slowing his thrust leading us both through our orgasms. Once he stopped, our eyes locked in the mirror once more, I didn’t know if I had it in me to smile at him. His cock slid out of me and he took off the condom and threw it away, spinning me around to kiss me with all the energy he had left. I had half a mind to thank him, but I couldn’t form words anymore, I just grabbed his hand and led him back into my bedroom, cuddling into him on the bed.

“Yuna?”

“Hmmm?”

“Are you okay?”

Turning around to face him, I caressed his face, taking in his loose hair, soft eyes, slightly protruding canines, and soft lips. I wanted to look at him forever, there’s something arresting about his face making me incapable of looking away.

“Why do you ask?” Was he overthinking this whole night? Is he trying to make me start kicking him out so he doesn’t have to make the first move?

“You haven’t said a word since…since we fucked in the bathroom.” His tone was that of worry.

“I think… you may have taken every ounce of energy that I had saved for conversation,” I said with a giggle, “I came twice before that, and then three times in the bathroom. A girl needs to breathe and rest.”

His smile returned, lighting his face up, I just had to close the distance between us and kiss him softly.

“How are you feeling?” I wondered, gently caressing his arm.

“Completely empty. I feel like all my worries and stress just,” he made a floating gesture with his hand, “disappeared.”

“I think we both deserve some sleep, don’t you agree?”

He looked into my eyes as if to read them again, then rolled me over, pressed me into his form, and softly whispered good night.

I grabbed my phone only to be met with a few messages from Mai:

Mai Darling, 2:30

hope you’re not dead because Hana said there’s another party in 2 weeks and she’ll kill us if we don’t come

Mai Darling, 3:15

ok you’re either dead and i have to clean up the apartment of your blood or you’re still fucking and i hope to everything holy it’s the latter and i don’t have to get the blood out of the carpet

Mai Darling, 4:45

i’m gonna choose to believe you’re so fucked out you can’t even pick up your phone. get it girl. Message me when you can though

Yunaaaaasty, 5:20

alive but barely. came five times. hurts my brain to think we have work today. see you soon.

Mai Darling, 5:21

YESSSSSSSS i knew that little bastard had it in him…or more accurately he had it in you! ;)

i’m home around 9, prepare the report and i’m making us some coffee for that piping hot tea

What a weirdo. My eyelids closed to the soft sound of Keisuke’s light snores.

With a start, my eyelids flew open to quickly switch off the alarm before it woke up Keisuke. With a groan, he flipped over to his back, hand reaching over to try and locate his phone. He sat up to rummage through the pile of clothes we left on the floor to fish it out of his pocket.

“Ah, shit. I have work in a few hours,” he looked over at me and smiled, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t stay a tiny bit longer. That is, if you want me here?” His eyes were full of hope.

I pulled him towards me and caught him in a kiss, his hand started wandering underneath the sheets, grabbing my boobs, hips, thighs, pulling me closer. Every time he squeezed me a moan escaped my mouth into his, which seemed to make him more eager each time.

His hands travelled down to my pussy and started to softly spread my folds, ghosting over my clit with each move. In an attempt to get more friction, I started to roll my hips on his hand, desperately trying to unravel the bundle of tension already forming in my belly. He smirked and probed my entrance with a finger, catching the gasp coming out of my mouth with his own.

I was already reaching back into the drawer to fish out another condom, expecting another round, when his mouth left mine to trail kisses and nibbles down my neck to my collarbone while his other hand was holding my neck. Am I getting into this? His hands are so pretty that I kind of want them around my neck for a little longer.

“How are you so amazing at this?” I squeezed out between moans. He chuckled, “It’s a curse.”

“Then please curse me again.”

His head snapped up and we locked eyes. Grabbing the condom from my hand he got in my face, “Only because you asked me nicely, gorgeous.”

This time his thrusts were slower, towering over me, leaning on his elbows, his hair fell into my face, smelling of his shampoo and my perfume mixed together. Citrusy and sweet. I hoped the pillow he had slept on kept the scent a little bit longer. His eyes were focused on my face, following every hitched breath as he hit my sensitive spot with every move.

My insides squeezed his length with the desire to keep him inside a bit longer, the slow and lazy motions we were going through seemed very fitting with the chilly morning air coming in through the open window. As fast and rough as last night’s sex was, this morning’s sex was gentle, careful, and deliberate. My hands were firmly planted on his back, nails scratching slowly. I was soon brought to my peak again, this time it wasn’t sudden and needy, but slow and sure.

“Keisuke I’m close,” I moaned right into his ear, which seemed to set off something in him as his pupils dilated and his movements became needier. Like he’ll drop through the ground into the centre of the Earth if he doesn’t chase our orgasms.

“Say it again,” he squeezed out through his moans.

“Keisuke! I’m so close, keep it going please!”

“More,” his voice was desperate, his eyes were squeezed shut with concentration.

“Please I need you, Keisuke! You feel so good, you’re making me cum!”

With a cry, we finished in sync and he dropped on top of me, barely breathing just like me. He pulled out slowly and discarded the condom, pushing his hair back from his face.

“How many times was that?”

“This was my sixth, but it felt more intense than the ones before.”

The look on his face was that of beaming pride and bliss. “Not bad for one night,” he said with a wink, “but I’m afraid I have to get going if I want to at least shower before work.”

“Where do you work?” Considering how much we talked throughout the night, I didn’t get this important piece of information. Sure, now I knew what his life goals were, how old he was when he broke his first tooth, and how many bikes he had crashed in his childhood, but somehow his place of employment hadn’t popped up.

“Pet zone. The one next to the main square.” He raked his fingers through his hair, leaving me in awe of his lean body and toned arms. He started putting his clothes back on, so I got up to find a new pair of underwear and an oversized T-shirt.

Now that we were both dressed, we met in the middle of the room with another deep kiss, this time he pulled me into a hug. Huh, we had fucked 3 times and I fed him, but we just hugged for the first time. I could’ve just melted in his arms, but the sound of the front door unlocking made me step away and see him to the door.

Mai walked in with a big smile on her face and a bag of groceries.

“Good morning sleepyhead, time to start on breakfast!” She said with too much energy for both of us.

“Actually, I have to get going or I won’t make it to work,” with a quick kiss to my lips, he started for the door.

Mai turned to him as if wondering what he was still doing there.

“Okay, great seeing you, Kazuki,” she said with a smile.

“Likewise, Mirei.”

She frowned slightly, “It’s Mai.”

He smirked, “It’s Keisuke.” He winked at me and closed the door behind him.

Mai turned to me with a grin, “I like him, he can take a joke. Right,” she clapped her hands, marching into the kitchen, “I’m making coffee, you’re getting ready to spill everything. Apart from the coffee, of course.”

With sleep still in my eyes, I made for my bedroom to put the books and papers back onto the desk and let some more air in, since the whole room smelled of sex. As I raked through my hair, I realised his hair tie was still in my hair, I wondered if he left it with me on purpose.

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kitthepurplepotato · 1 year

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New to the story? Start here! -> PART 1

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Chapter 4 - “Dynadick” and the case of the heartbroken Chargebolt.

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Warnings: Swear words, Bakugou being an asshole as always.

Summary: Bakugou does not appreciate flirting. Bakugou is also not fond of listening to the heartbroken Denki’s nonsense.

Special thank you to @sozainturpal for the lovely message, it made me so happy I “accidentally” wrote a full chapter after reading it 💜

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This absolute shithead.

Screaming nonsense in the middle of the morning, ruining your precious coffee time.

And did he just call you a… dingbat? Who the actual fuck uses that word anyway?

What is a dingbat?! Is it a bat that… dings?

What is “dinging”?

Can a bat ding?

Holly shit, you definitely haven’t had enough coffee for this conversation. You are also a foreigner. You have no idea how offended you should be right now.

To be fair, we are talking about Dynamight here. This word sounds like a praise from his filthy mouth.

“So, this is the updated database.” You sigh into the silence and sit down by your laptop. Your place is in the far corner of Bakugou’s office, almost opposite his own fancy-pants desk.

As you concentrate on signing in, you can feel Bakugo’s breath on your neck. Can he not bring his bloody chair over and sit down next to you?!

“While in different circumstances I would be more than happy to have you so close to my face, I find your closeness quite unpleasant and slightly inappropriate right now, boss.”

Well… you shouldn’t have said that.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Says the now tomato red faced explosive hero, clearly not having as much fun as you are right now. Fuck the coffee, making Bakugou uncomfortable is your new favorite part of your morning routine. “Do you have a crush on me or something?!”

“I mean, you actually look quite handsome when you like, shut up. But as that never happens, the answer is no, I do not have a crush on you, I’m afraid.”

For your surprise, he does not lash out on you. Instead, he rolls his eyes and squats next to you to give you some personal space. What have you done? Is Bakugo broken again? Will he play the fake dead card and hide from his embarrassment as he did the last time? Is this how he copes with things?

Where did you leave your coffee?!

“Yeah, I heard that line before.” He sighs and waits for you to start your demonstration, but fuck that, you are really curious right now.

Is he… self conscious about this? Is Bakugo actually capable of human feelings? Did you just tear open a barely mended wound from the past?

You might be the second biggest asshole after Katsuki, but even you can feel ashamed of your own words sometimes.

“Who… said that to you?”

And now you are stuttering. Great.

“Someone in High School. I haven’t shut up ever since.” Grins the blonde and you can’t help but roll your eyes. He was faking it. Of course he was. You were about to say sorry yet here he is, grinning like a wild animal, all calm and collected, like he wasn’t about to die of embarrassment 30 seconds ago. He won this fight and he got you good.

“You are such a dick.”

“Yep, that’s me. Get used to it.”

Haha. Dynadick.

Jesus, where is your coffee again?

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“Haha. Dynadick.”

Loud laughter fills the room as Mr. Katsuki rolls on floor, hyperventilating.

The menace might be a pain in the ass, but her red face when she realized she said this out loud was worth waking up for.

“I didn’t mean to say this out loud, goddamit.” The menace squeaks and oh boy, Mr. Katsuki is having the time of his life.

The loud commotion made Kirishima appear in the door as well, and Katsuki can’t get over the pure dread on the Menace’s face so he decides to push it until there’s nothing left but pure mortification.

“She called me Dynadick, Eiji. Dynadick.” Whines the hero on the floor with tears in his eyes. Kirishima is puzzled, he clearly has no idea if he should laugh with his best friend or try his best to save his poor new colleague from her misery; she clearly spoke out loud again, just how she did on her interview.

Is there a way to do both? He kinda wants to laugh.

“I can’t be close to her face because it’s inappropriate but she can call me, her boss, Dynadick. She’s such a hypocrite.”

“IT WAS A FUCKING ACCIDENT, GODDAMMIT!”Stands up the Menace (what was her real name again? Mr. Katsuki has no idea and he definitely does not care enough to ask) and slams her tiny arms on the top of the desk. As the desk slowly shakes and breaks in half, she points at the laptop in the middle of the rumble on the floor. Well, at least the laptop will not need replacing. That can’t be said about the poor table. Rest in peace, brother. What a way to go. “GO AND CHECK THE DATABASE ALONE YOU MISERABLE FUCK, I’M GOING TO A PUB!”

“It’s 7:30, darling. AM.”

Oh, poor Kirishima.

“No shit, Sherlock!” Barks back the Menace and leaves the building, leaving poor Kirishima with a mentally unstable Bakugou who’s still laughing on the floor like a maniac.

“Can you guys at least try to not break something every day? Our budget might be big, but we will eventually run out of money.”

“It was so fucking worth it.” Cries the blonde, with no remorse in his trembling voice.

This will be a long day. Kirishima hopes Y/N will be back by the afternoon so he can make sure she’s fine and not resigning on her second day.

Bakugo has the same hopes, but for different reasons; he’s already plotting his next mischief, and a drunk Menace sounds like the perfect target to get his daily entertainment.

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Later that day…

The whole office jumps in unison when the main door slams shut after you. You definitely owe Kirishima an apology and you certainly hope you still have a job and you won’t be asked to leave - you did run away without a warning and you did go to a pub; in broad daylight, in the middle of your shift. On a positive note tho, you already sobered up.

“Y/N! Are you okay? Do you want to talk?”

Of course he is all over you the moment you walk in. Of course HE feels bad while the main culprit is happily sitting in his office, probably drinking YOUR chai tea latte. Nevermind.

“I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry, boss. I just needed a breather. I’m fine. I’m back. I won’t cause any more trouble… well… today.” You blush and look away to the other direction. You might have hundreds of quirks under your sleeve, but somehow, non of them could cure your inability to lie.

Kirishima only snickers on your response and gives you a tiny hug. He’s so precious, goddamit!

“I appreciate your honestly and please, don’t worry about it. It will get easier as the time goes. I’m just happy you are still here and willing to take the responsibility for your actions.” With a tap on your shoulders he lets you make your way to your office.

You can hear chatter coming from the other side of the door. Is someone… crying? Well, it’s definitely not Dynamight as you can hear him grumbling aggressively in the background, clearly not happy about the sudden outburst of this man. Who’s stupid enough to go to Dynamight with his problems? This guy definitely has a death wish or he is an absolute idiot.

As you open the door to take a little look, you see a blondish-yellow haired guy in a leather jacket.

Oh.

He is indeed an absolute idiot, but in a really nice way.

You heard all about him from your bestie.

“Are you listening, BakuBro?! She dumped me! Again! How many times do I need to have my heart broken? What have I done to deserve this?” Cries the man, ignoring your now obvious presence in the room.

“First of all, I would dump you 100 times too if I would be forced to live with your annoying ass. Second of all, why the fuck do I need to listen to your nonsense? Don’t you have friends?!” Shouts the blonde, making the other blonde cry even more.

“You are my friend…”

Okay, you can’t listen to this shit anymore.

“Well, I’m sorry for eavesdropping on you two, but… Mr. Dynamight, you are an absolute asshole. This man is clearly depressed and heartbroken, can you at least listen to him?! He might be here because he has no one else to go to, did you think about that?! Don’t kick someone who’s already on the floor!” There is an almost silent “oh fuck off” coming Bakugou but you respectfully ignore it and you sit down next to the crying man on the sofa. “My name is Y/N darling, I’m the asshole’s new assistant. Please, don’t listen to him. You are always welcome in this office in the time of need. I can listen to you. What happened?” This is clearly a cry for help, bless his little broken heart. This poor yellow haired man just makes you want to protect him and talk to him about the magical powers of a silver shampoo.

Because this guy needs it.

So much.

Soooo so much.

Okay, that’s not important now.

“Hi, I’m Kaminari Denki.” Sniffles the guy. “I got dumped by my girlfriend Jirou for the twentieth time. I did nothing. Is my existence such a bother to everyone?”

“Yes, it is, now leave.” Comments the asshole of the century, and nope, you can’t do this anymore.

“If you say a single fucking word while I talk to this man, I’ll hang your virgin balls on the nearest lamp post and I’ll blow them up so well, not even the best cleaning brigade in Japan can get rid of them.” You give Bakugou a threatening look and start focusing on the now shaking man on the sofa.

“You are a lovely human being. You might be a bit louder than most, you might annoy some people, but you have all the rights to exist. You just need to find the right people to be with. Also, sometimes people don’t appreciate what they have until they loose it, so what I would do if I were you, I would go home, tell my girl that I’m okay with her decision and I would leave for a few days or weeks to give her some space. Trust me, if she loves you, she will come back to you. If not, there will be someone better who will appreciate you as you are. Don’t underestimate yourself, just because you are different. If Dynamight can exist, so can you.”

Needless to say, you managed to break this man with your words, but that’s fine. Sometimes, you need to completely fall apart to be able to put yourself together in the right way.

As this man you just met smears all his saliva and other disgusting bodily fluids all over your shirt, you sigh into the void. Your life is an absolute joke but if this little conversation did something to help another person, then you don’t mind it that much. At least you made a new friend today, a quite useful one at that. He might come in handy when your phone is out of fuel.

“That last part was unnecessary.” Scoffs your boss, but he can’t deny that even he was a bit moved by your kind words.

“I had to prove my point somehow.” You smile cheekily and stroke Kaminari’s hair to entertain yourself for the time being. “Well, this is definitely enough drama for one day, let’s bury the hatchet for today, Mr. Bakugou. I also told Kirishima I won’t cause any more problems today.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, weirdo.” Bakugou rolls his eyes but he indeed stays quiet for the rest of the day.

You might just be a bit sensitive after all this love drama, but you swear you can feel the change in the air around you two.

Will it stay this way? Probably not; but you can’t help but think back on your words from the morning; Bakugou is indeed quite handsome when he shuts the hell up.

-> Next Chapter!

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Anyone remembers who said that line to Bakugo in high school? :P

Wow, this chapter is a bit different than usual, but I really wanted to give the story a bit of a push. And don’t worry; you guys still hate each other, we are really far from the end game! :D

Also, no pigeons in this chapter. I’m heartbroken.

Have a lovely weekend, guys 💜

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spectrenightfell · 2 years

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Summary: Steven spends weeks getting to know you, stubbornly ignoring Marc's insistence that you were flirting with him and that he should ask you out before he misses his chance. He wants to believe the other man, he does but Steven knows that someone like you would never go for an odd ball like him. Never had and never would. He's ok with that, mostly. After all friendship is better than no relationship at all.

Well he was fine with that until he wakes up smelling like sex and alcohol, with no memories of the night before and the sweet smell of your perfume clinging to his sheets.

It's all downhill from there until suddenly it's not.

Pairings: Steven Grant x fem!reader / hints of Mark Spector x fem!reader & Jake Lockley x fem!reader

Rating: M (implied sexual activity)

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As the weeks went by and Steven got to know you even better things began to get even more out of control, like the other alter was getting bored of hiding but didn’t want to just straight up come out and introduce themselves so instead they were making their presence known in other more annoying and worrying ways. They had a bad habit of leaving dirty dishes in the sink as well as their dirty and sometimes blood splattered clothes scattered around the room. That was fine, had to be even if it left Steven panicked and slightly scared when he came across a blood soaked shirt and no noticeable injuries on the body. He didn’t really want to think about what this other alter got up to because both he and Marc were half way convinced he was some sort of mass murdering sex fiend. The point was Steven could deal with the few extra chores this new alter generated even with Marc grumbling in his ear about how much of an asshole this other alter was.

What he couldn’t deal with was waking up as naked as the day he was born, smelling like cigarettes and alcohol with a pair of lacy underwear clutched to face like some sort of deranged pervert.

Steven had freaked out and Marc had had no choice but to take over the body because Steven was to busy hyperventilating over the fact that whoever this alter was had clearly brought someone else back to the flat, to Steven’s home. It felt like an invasion of his life, like his space had been violated, almost like someone had broken in and moved everything half an inch to the left just so he would know something was wrong. He could sort of deal with the other person going out and picking women up but not this, not having them here in his home. It wasn’t just anyone that had been here though was it? The other alter had left the sheets smelling like sex, papaya and sweetness. Steven would recognise that smell anywhere and the fear that this other alter had done something to you, with you, had set in quickly.

He hand been terrified that they had pretended to be him, had used the number he had been so chuffed to get to lure you in and take advantage of your kindness. Steven had been worried beyond rationality that your friendship would now be in tatters and it had only been Marc’s strong and grounding voice that had stopped him from having a full on panic attack. He had shown Steven his phone, letting him see that there were no new calls and the last text that had been sent to you had been the photo of a mouse sitting on top of a cats head that he had sent to you the previous day before his mind had gone blank.

That had helped calm him but he had still let Marc stay in control of the body, getting them ready for their shift at the museum and paying hardly any attention to the other man complaining about the state of Steven’s hair because “how the hell do you even see with this shit flopping in your face like that.” If he had been paying attention Steven would probably have found it funny watching Marc trying to make himself look like Steven but as it was he was still stuck staring at his bed with absolute dread and horror, that sweet scent that had clung to the sheets invading Steven’s mind and making his stomach churn.

Even though he knew that he hadn’t spoken to you Steven couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled over him. It stayed with him all the way to the museum, even when Marc practically forced him into fronting because he couldn’t deal with Steven’s job. Steven stayed on edge the whole day, right up until the point he saw you striding across the room towards him and then he would have sworn his heart stopped, his breath catching in his throat as he waited for you yell at him or slap him, maybe even both. His hands were shaking and he felt like he was going to be sick. He can’t do this, can’t lose you because of something some other alter did.

In his mind Steven’s already lost you, either to anger or the realisation that he isn’t who you might think he is because Steven’s well, Steven and this other alter probably had the same confidence and charm like Marc to lure you into his bed because he knows, is so sure of the fact that you would never do anything remotely like that with him. You are beautiful, confident and smart, the literal embodiment of sunshine in his grey and dismal world. Steven is nothing like that. He’s weird and nervous, a mess really, both physically and mentally. A walking disaster as Donna would say. You would never pick him. Would never want him and he had come to terms with this. Steven wasn’t the guy who got the girl but some part of him had gotten you, the other alter having confidence and charm to take what Steven so desperately longed for.

It hurt, the unmistakable sting of jealousy poking at his fragile heart. He already felt like he had lost you which was ridiculous because Steven hadn’t had you in the first place. Didn’t stop him from feeling like an unwanted and pathetic mess though. Marc tries to reassure him, to comfort Steven from the reflective surface of the counter but it doesn’t do much to get Steven out of his slump, just reminds him of how jealous he had been of Marc at the begging. He got to go on adventures, got the beautiful women on his arm, a real James Bond type. Of course Steven had been jealous what with his sheltered and unfulfilling life and complete lack of any kind of relationship. Seems he was meant to be the one who missed out, relegated to the shadows and only good for keeping a roof over their heads. He was nothing, a nobody and he was sure if he let Marc have the body, if he slipped back into the darkest recesses of the other mans mind never to be seen again that there would be no one to miss him, let alone even notice if he was gone.

So deep in his wallowing Steven didn’t even notice you stood before him, your smile quickly falling as worry took over. Steven didn’t answer you the first couple times you said his name, to lost to himself and Marc’s attention was firmly fixed on his alter. So it came as a surprise when warm and delicate fingers brushed across his brow, brushing his curls away from his eyes. His head jerked back, eyes wide as he looked at you like a startled animal. Warmth radiated out from where you were touching him, your fingers gently trailing down the side of his face until you were cupping his cheek. You looked worried, the concern obvious when you asked what was wrong.

Steven didn’t know what to say, how to even begin trying to find out if it had been you that had left his sheets smelling like sin and sunshine and everything Steven longed for but knew he would never have. He wanted to know, desperately so but at the same time he didn’t because then what? He would have to tell you it wasn’t him, would have to explain about Marc and then this other alter, this unknown person who had swept in and stolen you away. Oh gods you would run away from him quicker then Steven could probably even explain himself properly.

He took your hand in both of his, missing your warmth as he placed your hand down on the desk. He should ask, had to ask but when faced with the worry and concern in your eyes he couldn’t do it, to scared to know the answer. So he he just smiled tiredly, promising you that he was fine “just had a rough morning is all, nothing to worry about love.” You don’t seem convinced, eyes darting across him as if you’re looking for anything physically wrong with him that could explain his weird behaviour. When you couldn’t find anything you reluctantly gave in, double checking that he was sure and insisting that he could tell you if something was wrong, that you would always have time for him, to listen to him. And oh wasn’t that something, stealing Steven’s breath away and making tears prick at his eyes because Steven had never had someone like that in his life before, so willing to offer up that level of comfort and companionship. Yes Marc had tried his hardest to give Steven a simple and easy life, letting him believe that he had at least had his mum but that had all been fake hadn’t it. This though, this was real and Steven couldn’t stop the painfully wide smile that stretched across his lips if he tried.

It took remarkable effort but Steven managed to pull himself together long enough to start fiddling with the packets of sweets on the counter, making himself look busy and trying to hide the idiotic look on his face. It was probably why he didn’t think about what he said next, acting like a right dope at the fact you were being so nice to him. He didn’t even realise he had said till the words were out of his mouth, his casual enquiry about what you had been up to the night before slipping out easy because Steven had asked you the same question time and time before. He froze, body tensing as he waited for the answer that he feared was coming.

You seemed to still for a second, your eyes boring into his as if you were looking for something. Steven held his breath, eyes wide as he remained trapped in your intense gaze. This is it, he’s sure of it. Even Marc is watching you, his eyes dark and intense as he to waits for you to laugh at Steven, to roll your eyes and say “with you silly.”

That’s not what you say though, your brows furrowing slightly before you slump forwards against the counter with a huff. The next five minutes we’re filled with you complaining about the night before. You had gone out with some of the other tour guides to a new club out in Soho, a mistake apparently because that wasn’t your idea of a fun evening. You had stayed though, slowly sipping on your cocktail and trying to at least try and have a good time whilst also turning down guys who were looking for something more then you were willing to give. Eventually though you had given up and headed home in the early hours of the morning, not wanting to be too tired for your shift that day.

The relief Steven felt at knowing you hadn’t been anywhere near him or his flat was probably obvious but Steven didn’t care. As much as Steven wanted you in his life in the romantic sense he didn’t want it to be like that, almost like he had lied to you, using deceit and trickery to get what he wanted. Plus he would be a rotten liar if he said the thought of someone else getting to see you like that didn’t make him stupidly jealous. Even if that other person shared the same body as him. It was just some strange coincidence that his bed had smelt so much like you that morning, taunting him with what he wanted but couldn’t have. You couldn’t be the only women in London who used the same perfume or body wash or shampoo or any combination of those things. He had been stupid to jump to conclusions like that. After all, you wouldn’t go for him like that, no matter how charming and dashing this other alter might be.

You are absurdly cute as you role your eyes and grumble about everything you had hated about the whole experience, stating you would rather go to a nice pub instead. Somewhere where you didn’t have to shout to be heard over the music and where you could actually get some personal space because people weren’t packed in to the last available inch. Steven wanted to suggest a nice little place he knew of, not even ten minutes walk from the museum. A real traditional pub with a beer garden that you could enjoy the limited sunshine in and it even had vegan food on the menu that was actually pretty decent. It was the perfect opportunity, a brilliant idea for a first date and even Marc was hissing at him to “do it Steven. Come on ask her, she’s gonna say yes.” Steven should ask, he really should and the invite was on the tip of his tongue but then something shifted and a beam of sunlight fell across you, making you look like some sort of angel or nymph and whatever small speck of confidence Steven had had vanished as he was reminded yet again that you were to good for him. To perfect for a head case like him.

Instead Steven had offered his opinions on those kind of clubs, wrinkling his nose up in disgust and agreeing that he to would much rather spend an evening in a nice pub, with decent company and a pint or two of good quality beer. That had gotten a smile from you, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you leant across the counter to tease him “oh I don’t know. I’m sure you go down a treat at those sort of places. What with those big innocent eyes and all those muscles you’re hiding under those outlandish shirts. I bet you’re completely irresistible.” Marc was adamant you were flirting with him but Steven was to busy blushing like a virgin to do much more then laugh in nervous embarrassment, brushing off you words and telling you that “nah, not me. Bet you do though. Pretty girl like you probably had a queue a mile long for a dance. Probably had to beat them off with your purse or some’ing.”

Marc tells him that was a good thing to say, that he apparently had some sort of game but Steven wasn’t really sure what that meant so he did his best to ignore the other man and focus all his attention into you. You blushed, a glorious pink colouring your cheeks as you ducked your head slightly as if to hide from him. Steven was captivated though, a feeling of pride welling in his chest because he was the one who made you look like that and wasn’t that bloody brilliant.

He wants to keep you there, wants to make your blush and smile and maybe even giggle like some sort of giddy school girl. He wants all of your attention on him and only him, just like how when you’re in the room nothing else exists for him. He knows it’s obsessive, probably a little creepy and possessive but you are all Steven thinks about these days and he’s hard pressed to care about the reasons why he should probably be trying to put some distance between the two of you.

You turn back to look at him, your eyes wide and practically glowing in the sunlight. Marc’s hissing almost a constant stream of “ask her Steven, ask her now,” and for once Steven is inclined to listen to the other man. He loved you. Oh gods does he love you and whatever he had been feeling before that had kept him from telling you that suddenly vanishes and is replaced with a confidence that Steven had only felt after the Duat, once he and Marc had decided to coexist and accept one another. He opens his mouth, the first few words of his invite slipping past his lips and he swears that he sees hope and excitement in your eyes but then someone’s calling your name and the moment is lost.

Your head snapped to the side and Steven deflates, all that confidence disappearing as Marc groans loudly in frustration. He swears he hears the echo of laughter coming from somewhere far away yet frightened close but it’s gone before Steven can concentrate on it enough to figure out where it’s coming from. Steven feels colder now that he doesn’t have your attention and he can’t help but frown as he listens to one of the other tour guides tell you off for having wandered away from your group for so long. You are apologetic, giving Steven a sad smile and a quick goodbye as you rush off to wrangle your group back together and move onto the next exhibit.

He doesn’t see you for the rest of the day though he does get a text from you, a text that has Steven giddy with excitement and a nervous wreck all at once. You start off with yet another apology for running off so suddenly, something that Steven had assured you it wasn’t a problem because he understood how busy you were. He even apologised for keeping you from your duties though he hadn’t been expecting you to turn round and say that you “would happily allow you to distract me any day,” that you enjoyed his company and your daily chats. He was stunned and giddy, sat at his rickety little table in his cave like flat with his glasses perched on his nose and staring down at your text like it was a communication from some great deity. And then your next text had come through and Steven had dropped his phone like it had electrocuted him.

Let me make it up to say tomorrow morning at 9:30? There’s this vegan cafe not far from the museum that I think you will like. Have breakfast with me?

Steven just stared down at his phone in shock, body unmoving as Marc demands to know what’s happened from the mirror propped up on one of the nearby shelves. He stutters over his words, unable to fully form a sentence and pointing at his phone like that would explain everything to the other man. There’s a loud huff and then a tugging in his gut like he’s being pulled back. Steven goes willingly, letting Marc slip into place as his eyes role back and everything goes dark for a second until he’s the one looking out through the mirror and watching as Marc roles his shoulders, shoving his hand through his hair to get it out of his face and settles into the body. He chucks Steven’s glasses onto the table as he reaches for the phone with his over hand, his brows furrowed in concentration as he reads through the messages. It should feel like an invasion of privacy but Marc already knew half of what you two talked about and it wasn’t like anything inappropriate had been said. It would just become glaringly obvious how much of a love struck idiot Steven was but again, Marc already knew that.

He’s silent as he reads and Steven can’t help but fidget, toying with the cuffs of his shit and nervously waiting for Marc to say something about it all and bring some form of order to Steven’s chaotic mind. Eventually he placed the phone back down, leaning back in the chair and staring out across the flat. His voice is calm and kind of flat when he speaks, what Steven thinks is a small condescending smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. “So a date huh?” Steven makes a small wounded noise, likes he’s just been kicked and quickly starts trying to explain why it’s not that. Not a date. It quickly dissolved into a one sided conversation where Steven ends up convincing himself it is a date and full on panicking because he had never been on a date before “except that one to the steak place but erh I didn’t get that date now did I and anyway can’t really say it was a date because I was two days late thanks to you and that bloody pigeon.” Before Steven can get too lost in his rambling though Marc cuts him off with a laugh, a small smile on his normally stoic face as he watches Steven in the mirror.

Steven’s mouth suddenly feels dry, his words disappearing. He didn’t think Marc was laughing at him, not in a malicious way any way but it still leaves him feeling a little unsure of the whole situation. Marc picks up the phone again, completely ignoring Steven as he timidly demands to know “erh what you doing mate?” He doesn’t answer, the phone buzzing in his hands before he’s tapping away again. Panic sits heavy in Steven’s chest, back to wringing his hands as he waits for Marc to tell him what’s going on.

There’s another buzz of a text coming through, Marc smirking as he reads it and Steven practically whines wanting to know what you had said. What Marc had said to you? In one fluid movement Marc pushes up from the seat and drops Steven’s phone next to his glasses, turning and winking at Steven and telling him that it “looks like you’re gonna to be busy tomorrow morning.” Steven’s to busy grinning like a dope to pay attention to anything else, Marc informing him that as Steven was getting the body on one of Marc’s designated days he was taking the body now, going for a run so he didn’t have to listen to Steven panic about the next morning. Steven just mumbled out a “yeah mate,” waving the other man off as he slips into that dark nothingness that they go to when they want to be truly alone, already panicking over what clothes to wear and if he should bring flowers. Should he try to kiss you after or would that he pushing it too far too soon.

Oh gods this was going to be a mess.

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octoberobserver · 11 months

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The Loser Takes It All - Reddie Fic

(Read on ao3)

“I don’t want to talk about things we’ve gone through. Though it’s hurting me, now it’s history…I played all my cards, and that’s what you’ve done too. Nothing more to say, no more ace to play. The winner takes it all, the loser’s standing sma—”

“Richie! Why the fuck are you screaming ABBA at the top of your lungs at seven on a Saturday morning?!”

Richie Tozier whirled around, spatula slipping from where it had been held up to his mouth as a makeshift microphone.

“Fuck, Eds! You scared the shit outta me, man!” he yelped, fumbling with his phone to pause the music. “I-I thought you didn’t get back ‘til tonight?”

Something in Eddie’s face softened as he shuffled over, wiping a hand across his eyes.

“I pushed up my flight. Got back last night. I didn’t wanna wake you, so I went straight to bed.”

He halted at the stove, peering into the pan and seeing the makings of Richie’s signature bell pepper omelettes.

“Enough for me?” he asked hopefully, bumping their shoulders together in a way that always had Richie’s stomach swooping.

“Always,” he bumped his shoulder back in a way he hoped was a lot more casual than it felt.

“Why are you singing angry break-up songs at the crack of dawn, anyway?”

Richie hummed, flapping a hand and keeping his eyes locked on the pan.

“Eh, why not? Sometimes you just gotta jam to some Swedes, ya know?”

Eddie’s eyes trailed the side of his face, no doubt taking in the frown lines and dark circles that marred it.

“...Rich, have you been to bed yet?”

“Uh,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and flipping the omelette with the other. “...no?”

Eddie’s stare was downright piercing.

“I—I got home at three last night. Where the hell were you if you weren’t in bed?”

Richie turned on his heel to grab the cheese out of the fridge and took a second to shove his head into it, savouring the cold and the sweet relief of not having to look Eds in the eye as he grumbled.

“On the balcony.”

Three.

Tw—

“You were stress smoking again, weren’t you?!”

He tried and failed to hold back a grin.

“You know I was, Eds. I don’t know why it bothers you so mu—”

“Well fuck me for caring about your health, asshole! Don’t you know the stats on—”

“Yeah, I do, because you remind me like four times a day,” Richie cut across his Kaspbrakian rant, cheddar in hand.

“Rich—”

“Eddie, it’s like a couple’a drags a day. And it’s only ‘cause of this Netflix shit. I’ll go cold turkey again when that’s all done, I promise. Blame Bev. She’s a bad influence.”

He practically felt Eddie’s eyes narrow.

“You told me your Netflix meeting went well. So why were you really smoking?”

You know why.

He swallowed down those words with the next flip of an omelette.

“Sarah get the flight back with you?”

Sarah was Eddie’s Personal Assistant and Richie’s second favourite person at his firm. She was witty, could keep up with Kaspbrakian rants like an OG Loser, and was damn good at her job. Richie wished he could hire her to sort out his life, to be honest. Both personal and professional.

“Yeah, she’s home now. Doesn’t wanna see Erica from Accounting in the vicinity of tequila ever again, apparently.”

The sizzle of the frying pan was the only sound that permeated the kitchen for what felt like hours but, in reality, couldn’t have been more than fifteen seconds before Eddie finally said the words that Richie had been dreading for the last three days.

“So. You wanna talk about it?”

His entire body tensed up, hand gripping the spatula almost painfully as he stared down at the omelette, flipping it.

“Talk about what?”

He could practically feel the stink eye levelled his way, but, a seasoned recipient of such a look, he didn’t cave.

“You kissed me, Richie.”

Shit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an Eddie-shaped blur begin to pace back and forth, hands karate-chopping through the air.

“Right before you left for your meeting the morning I was flying out, you took one last sip of your coffee, closed down your laptop, kissed me on the lips and shot through the door before I could even register what happened.”

Keep it together, Tozier. Breathe.

With shaking hands, he plated the omelette before starting his own.

“I remember.”

There was a short pause at that as if Eddie wasn’t expecting him to just admit it. Which fair, really. It was probably the most direct ol’ Trashmouth had been about his massive crush on him in thirty, not-so-straight years.

“Okay. Good,” Eddie cleared his throat. “Uh…wanna maybe elaborate?”

“Not really.”

“Richie.”

“Eddie.”

“Look,” Richie’s omelette was close to becoming scrambled eggs with the amount he was shaking the pan’s handle. “It’s not a big deal, Eds, okay? Just a ‘see ya later, bro’ peck or whatever. I just—it was automatic like autopilot. I wasn’t thinkin’, I was runnin’ late, and I just…did it, and before I knew it, I was in the Uber. I didn’t even realise what I’d done ‘til I was halfway to Netflix HQ.”

When he dared a glance, he saw something complicated cross over Eddie’s ridiculously handsome face, and he scrambled to continue.

“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to, like—make you uncomfortable, or whatever. It wasn’t—”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.”

“Oh. Right. Okay. Good.”

“Good.”

They stared at one another.

“Just a ‘bro peck’, huh?”

“Yep. Sure.”

“Hmm.”

One beat.

Two.

Three.

Slowly, quietly, as if approaching a spooked horse, Eddie reached out and gently retrieved his plate from the counter, his pinky finger brushing against the back of his hand. It was embarrassing just how small of a touch from Eddie Kaspbrak still set off fireworks in Richie’s nervous system, lighting him up like the fuckin’ Fourth of July, even after all this time.

“Thanks for breakfast. Bro.”

“No prob—”

Warm lips pressed lightly against his for a split second before Eddie lowered back down on his heels, his giant, dark, bush-baby eyes swimming with something unreadable.

Richie flushed, his stomach erupting with butterflies, dancing the tango with those same fireworks.

With a small smile, Eddie nodded downwards.

“You’re burning your eggs, Trashmouth.”

“Oh, shit!” Richie hissed as soft billows of smoke wafted from the pan.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie remarked from behind him, something that made Richie’s heart race laced in his tone. “You can share mine.”

It felt like it could be so much more than a promise to split breakfast. But with the 1987 rule of ‘Eddie doesn’t share food, it’s unhygienic, Trashmouth,’ still firmly in effect, Richie was beyond stoked either way.

“You know if you want any more ‘bro pecks,’ you’re gonna have to give up smoking though, right?”

“You drive a hard bargain, Eds. But consider it done.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2019 #my fanfiction #i wrote this while procrastinating my other reddie fic

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liamswarmmilk · 2 years

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True feelings

Westworld

William x reader

Warnings: Mentions of bad relationships, heartbreak, things along those lines. If you don’t like reading that sort of thing, then please skip this.

William had always been there for you. Through all the sad hard times you had. Always had been there for you to cry into his shoulder when you were having a hard time. Was always there when you told him about your asshole boyfriends. And always got a tinge of jealousy when you told him about them. Always had to hear you explain your heartbreak. Of course, he felt sympathy for you. He wished he could hurt every piece of shit that made you feel horrible. He wanted to be the one you could to for anything. Though he technically was the one you came to, despite having a boyfriend. But that wasn't it. He wanted you to come to him for everything. He wanted you to depend on him. He wanted to treat you to dinner. He wanted to be the one you said 'I love you" to. He wanted to be the one to show you, love. Unconditional love. Love no other man could possibly think of giving you. He wanted to be yours just as he wanted you to be his. He wished that one day you would finally see him. Not like you do now, as someone you go to after a breakup. Someone who lifts you back up after you've been down. But, instead as someone, you could love. Someone you could show yourself to and not worry about judgment. Someone you could make love to and not worry if he'd be there in the morning. Someone to keep that spot next to you warm and occupied. So, when you wake up and go to wrap your arm around him, you're wrapping it around him and not the ghost of him.

Days almost weeks would pass after your last breakup. And he still waited for the dreadful news that you had met someone. Another man who wouldn't treat you right. Another man who would leave after one night. And when the news came the feeling was the same. Burning jealousy and the feeling of anger. When would you see that these men you date weren't good enough? Not even good enough to be called men. But that was what they were. Or at least, what they were made out to be.

When you talked about this other guy, all he could think about is the satisfying feeling of meeting the guy after the inevitable breakup and punching him in the face. He had done it once before and the feeling was pleasant. Not so much as the pain in his hand but still just as pleasant.

You had asked him if he would want to go out for lunch the next day. This wouldn't be the first time you both had gone out for lunch, but this time it felt different. Odd, but also very much welcome. He was very excited about lunch. He always dressed in his normal attire around you. You had told him, many times before that you didn't care what he wore. That he could show up in an ugly Christmas sweater and you'd still go out to lunch with him anytime.

So, when he showed up at your shared lunch spot in dress pants, shoes, and a nice button-up. You had the same reaction as you always did when you saw him. But again, this time something seemed off about the way you looked at him. The conversation went on like it always did. Work, recent hobbies, funny things you both had witnessed over the weekend that you hadn't already told each other about. He remembers he had told you a rather funny story and when you laughed, he felt his heart melt at the sight. Your eyes crinkled at the ends. Your dimples were on full display. Your hand came up to hide your beautiful smile and when you finally looked at him through joyful tears. He can remember the feeling of falling. The same feeling, he felt when he first realized how in love with you, he had been in. He wanted to lean over this table, put his hands on your cheeks and pull you in for a kiss. He wanted to feel those lips on his. He wanted to look in your eyes with love and know you felt the same.

Then like usual you tilted your head and mentioned a man you would ask out soon. The feeling of joy suddenly left when you did. Of course, this new guy. What could be so amazing about this guy? What could he possibly be doing to make you feel so happy? Like the others, this guy would hurt you and he would be there to pick you up and comfort you like he always did. At one point you started to describe him.

"He's perfect. He probably thinks he's not, but I do. I've always loved him I've just never had the courage to ask him. He's always been there for me and somehow after everything I'm just now getting courage to ask him. He's always trying to do his best. He deals with assholes all the time, yet he's always been so caring and gentle. Toward me and those around him. He accepts me for me. I mean I have a lot of faults, yet he's never judged be, bashed me, hurt my feelings or anything."

Through his anger and jealousy, he doesn't even catch on to the fact you were talking about him. I mean what another guy do you tell everything to? As you go on about this guy, he can't help but stop you. You questioned him and he doesn't stop.

"After every guy, every asshole you've been with how do you know this guy won't be the same? He will be just like all of them. You'll get hurt again and when that happens, I'll be there to help you up. I'll be there pissed off that you can't see what's going on in front of you. If I haven't showed it as much as I thought I was, or if I have been too damn scared to give any hint to the truth about my feelings, I'm sorry. Y/N I have loved you since I met you. You have been nothing but a beacon of light in my life. You have changed me to be the man I am today. I have been in love with you and if I had the courage to ask you out, I would have a long time ago. Then maybe I would've been able to save you some heartache. But I was too damn scared and if it's too late for me and you then I understand, but I cannot sit by and watch you go out with yet another prick and know that it will end the same."

Years. Years he had waited to tell you how he felt, and he just spilled years of pent of feeling to you in the span of 2 minutes. You face was unreadable when he finished his rant. He couldn't tell if you were happy, sad, angry, disgusted. He couldn't tell and it killed him. He wanted to know what you felt. He wished he could read minds at times like these. But his question was soon answered when you stood up suddenly. At first, he as shocked but then again, he wasn't. He had a feeling that you would do this. You were disgusted that him, a friend would even feel that way. So, even with his head down looking at the floor, he could hear your chair scoot away and the sound of your footsteps he waited for the insults to fly his way. But instead, he sees your feet next to his chair, but he can't hear your voice. He looks up and the first thing he looks at is your eyes. He couldn't read you before but now he was reading you loud and clear. Your eyes told him everything, but you clarified everything when you leaned down and placed your lips on his. The feeling was nothing like he could have imagined. It was better. So, much better. As cliche as it sounded, he felt butterflies. He sighed out when he felt your hand on the back of his head. It grounded him enough so that he could for a moment, stand up to his full height and finally place his hand on your cheek and his other on your waist. He pulls you in closer and deeper into the kiss. Finally, after years and longing and desperate stares in your direction he was finally getting what he wanted. When you parted, you were both in need of a breath. He needed air and so did you, but by God he would die if it meant kissing you forever. When you leaned back and placed your forehead on his you admitted to him that you were talking about him the whole time. He felt like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. Your moment was broken up by the diner owner yelling out over the almost empty room.

"Finally! I've been waiting for the day you two would realize you belong together. I've seen too much crying in this damn place. Now finish your food, it's getting cold."

When the owner retreated to the kitchen in the back you and William burst out in embarrassed laughter. You finally felt that you had found the right guy. William was perfect. He was everything to you and you him. And all it took was him admitting his feeling and being a bit slow in not realizing you had been talking about him, for you both to finally admit to your true feeling.

#william x reader #william westworld #jimmi simpson

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arch-whatscanon · 10 months

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@snaptwice asked : [ VISITING HOURS ]: upon waking in a hospital bed, one of the muses turns their head, and finds the other sleeping in an uncomfortable chair by their bedside.

if there was one thing to know about sabrina, it was that she was always ( mostly and by some miracle ) on time. however, it was never graceful. she'd procrastinate and fiddle around to where she'd have to make a mad dash out the door, but she always seemed to make it on time - a couple of minutes late tops. this morning had started like any other. it was winter, so her bed was too warm and enticing to get out of in a hurry and while shawn was a grade-a asshole, he was one hell of a space heater in these frigid months. but she eventually got up and around, showering off her body, tugging on clothes for work, and quickly slipping on her parka and grabbing her bag before she was checking her phone and having her daily realization of how late she was about to be to work.

she cursed her breath as she slipped out the door, feet hurriedly starting down the steps that had iced over through the night. she was used to the icy ground and normally fared well with it, but maybe her mind was a little distant than normal because after the first bend, she started down the next flight and stepped on one she'd normally avoid - an entire sheet of glossy covering the step from where the gutter dripped. no amount of traction on her boot could have prevented her from slipping, and her foot came out from under her. she tried to throw her weight into the railing, but it was too late. she and her backpack came tumbling down the steps, her head hitting the edge of one and splitting a deep in her crimson locks before she came to a stop in a heap at the next landing, a pool of blood starting to form underneath her head.

she laid there on the frozen landing unconscious for nearly half an hour before shawn was getting up and leaving the apartment to take his german shepherd, onyx, out. the dog had been going nuts at the door, so shawn had woken up and just figured it had to do with needing to go out and sabrina hadn't done it.

when he found her, he was quick to call 911 and then the store to tell them what happened and that she wasn't coming in. of course, that news spread like wildfire throughout the grocery store.

sabrina was mostly unconscious through her scans and getting staples to seal the split, but overall everything looked okay beyond a concussion and various bumps, bruises, and scrapes. there was some bruising and irritation along her cheekbone and temple from the concrete and resting on the frozen ground, but her parka had kept her alive in the time she spent laying on the landing.

she wasn't aware of the spat that ensued between billy, jefferson, and shawn when the two arrived from the store. it had caused shawn to mutter curses under his breath in between telling the nurse he'd be back when sabrina woke up. maybe that was for the best though.

she did start to stir later that night when the pain medicine the doctor had prescribed her started to wear off, and boy, did it. her face pinched as her sore body started to shift, whimpering a quiet little noise before her eyes blinked open to reveal her setting. the first wave of emotions that crossed her was confusion. her memory was spotty but it was slowly starting to piece together that she had fallen. the second that would come later? panic and dread. she didn't have insurance, and there was no telling what this stay and her tests would ring up or how she would pay for it. shit.

but what stopped that panic for now was when she slowly turned her sore neck and saw a figure curled up in the chair next to her bed - jefferson's. hazels scanned the room and waited for a moment before realizing shawn was no where to be found. that provided some relief. her attention came back to jefferson when his body jolted a little, as if he hadn't meant to doze off.

her gaze flickered over to him and softened as she studied him, a weak smile tugging at the side of her chapped lips when blues found hers. "hi jeff," she murmured.

#the lack of insurance + our fucked healthcare system is going to be part of her reason to go rogue with the others :')#𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 : sabrina malcolm #𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 : sabrina & jefferson #snaptwice #answered

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erythrum · 3 years

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 | 𝘑𝘑 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘹 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢,𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴,𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵,𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵,𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 ��𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘢,𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 (𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦&𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹,𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬)

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𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺/𝘯, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰

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Find the gun, find the gun y/n. It was all I could do to keep me calm down in the sewer, the disgusting sewage the covered my body in a thin layer made me nauseated. Kiara was ahead of me leading the way down the tunnel. The light of the drain was coming in to view. Almost there.

"Kie, I think I might throw up," the smell was making me gag.

"God this is fucking awful, why did we let them convince us to do this?”

“If you remember correctly, we are trying to find a damn murder weapon,” I might have said that a bit too demeaningly, but to be fair, I couldn’t ignore the way my boyfriend looked at her. The hardest part was pretending like I didn’t know what was going on.

“Whatever, let's just find this damn thing and get out of here,” Kiara said.

We eventually found our way to where the sewer met the storm drain on the street above. Searching felt like a waste of time, I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to get involved in this bullshit, but I guess dating JJ came with its ‘perks’. Which happened to include searching for a fucking murder weapon at the bottom of a sewer.

I dragged my hands as deep as I could under the nasty water, trying my hardest to keep my head above water.

“People are so shitty,” Kiara said, disgusted by the trash that easily could’ve been recycled sitting at the bottom of the basin.

“Guys! I think I found something,” she held up something that was definitely not a gun, something dead. It elicited a yelp from her throat, definitely not good.

“Is it Gavin? Is it a body?” The sound of JJ emanated through the drain. That was when I heard the water coming.

“Kie, somethings wrong,” she was so caught up on the poor animal she failed to notice the water beginning to flood in.

“Oh shit!” She was starting to panic. Not good not good not good.

“Guys get out of there!” The voices of JJ and Pope slowly being drowned out by the rising water.

Kiara began climbing up the ladder leading to the drain on the street. Adrenaline was coursing through my body as I climbed behind her, the water closing in on me.

“Push Kie!”

“I am y/n, it's too heavy,” the drain was our only escape now. The water was at my chest, inching closer and closer to my neck. The adrenaline made my body act on instinct, but I also couldn’t keep myself calm. It felt like my body was numb as I tried to pull myself up the ladder, closer to Kiara.

I couldn’t keep my head above water now as it rose up above my head. I took the largest breath I’ve ever taken in my life and prayed that JJ and Pope would come lift the drain. Struggling for air was the worst experience I’d ever felt, I couldn’t hold it any longer. The water filled my lungs, it went black after that.

The boys were pulling as hard as they could on the drain. The combined strength of the two alone just wasn’t enough. But someone else had heard the screams of the two girls and came barreling down the street to help.

Pope had a look of horror on his face as Rafe Cameron himself began pulling on the drain as well. The three of them together much more easily pulling the manhole off and onto the street. Water came flooding out as JJ pulled Kiara out, she was sputtering the disgusting muck out of her lungs, begging for air.

“Kie, Kie! Are you alright?” JJ asked.

“She’s still down there,” she struggled to get out, still filling her lungs with clean air.

Rafe was in panic mode, he nearly dove into the water, reaching his torso as far down as he could. He had to find her. He had too. Rafe's head below the water and into the drain, reaching out for her. After what felt like hours, he felt something, grasping on with all his strength and pulling her body out of the sewer.

"Fuck, Pope! She's not breathing, Pope, I swear to god you better know CPR," Kiara was screaming, still in the arms of JJ.

Rafe began pumping his fists down on her sternum in a steady rhythm. All hell broke loose when he plugged are nose and connected his mouth to hers, blowing air into her water filled lungs.

"What the fuck are you doing!" JJ viciously pulled Rafe from her body, throwing him back onto the concrete.

"Saving her fucking life asshole," Rafe pulled himself back up, rushing back over her and continuing to do what her boyfriend could not. He pushed another breath into her lungs, pleading with himself that she would survive.

That was when y/n began coughing up the sludge lodged in her lungs. She was nearly throwing up her lungs as Rafe stared at her, a look of relief washed over his face. He was the first thing she saw when she came to. Then she saw JJ, clinging onto Kiara in a way she'd always knew would happen.

"Y/n! Fuck I'm glad you're oka-," JJ tried reaching out for her.

"Get the fuck off of me JJ," y/n pushed him back, disgusted yet not surprised by his actions. She had just been brought back from the dead and it felt like he didn't even care. The one person who did care was supposed to be her mortal enemy. A million thoughts were trying to process in her head all at once. Having no idea what to do, she picked herself up and began walking as fast as she could away from the group. On her heels was that same kook, the one she hated, the one she couldn't keep off her mind, the one who ruined her life, the one who saved her.

Y/n only made it 30 feet before hunching over and resting her hands on her knees as she heaved onto the sidewalk. Rafe had chased after her, now pulling the drenched hair from around her face. Once she had emptied her lungs of the filth, she only had one thing to say.

“Get the fuck away from me Rafe,” she said, still hunched over. He stood in shock, not knowing what to do next.

"At least let me take you home, for the love of God I literally just pulled you out of a sewer." She hesitated for awhile, finally recognized the car she had been throwing up next too. It was Rafe's truck.

The truck was filled with nothing but silence as they drove, y/n ignoring every word Rafe said. They had been driving in a giant circle around the island with no destination for hours. Finally Rafe pulled over on the side of the road, hazard lights on.

"Listen, y/n, we can't stay in the car all night, and it seems to me like you don't want to go home, I can take you back to Tannyhill, you can take a shower and get cleaned up, we have a guest room, stay the night if you'd like," Rafe said, hoping she would say yes. Y/n let out a deep sigh before speaking.

"Fine," it was all she could muster up. Her heart was hurting. Y/n had come to the realization that her boyfriend instinctually went for Kiara, and that she would always be his second choice. She never wanted to be a second choice, she wanted to be the only choice.

His house was enormous, probably bigger than any she had seen on figure eight. Rafe hopped out of the truck, racing over to the passenger side door to let her out. He led her into the massive home, before arriving at the guest room.

"There's a bathroom through that door, I'll bring you some clothes to wear," he said. She barely let him finish before bolting towards the bathroom door, locking herself in. She laid her back against the door, wondering how in the world she ended up here. It took a moment to take in the beauty a bathroom could hold. She'd never seen anything like it. Marble floors and brilliant gold detailed fixtures. It was easily the nicest thing she had ever seen. Finally, she reached her hand to the shower faucet, turning on a beautiful cascade of water. There was nobody in the world she believed needed something so fancy. Y/n stripped out of her muck caked clothing, tossing it onto those beautiful floors. Stepping into the waterfall was exactly what she needed.

Meanwhile, Rafe ran upstairs, grabbing whatever he could out of Sarah's closet. He ran over and over again in his head what to do next as he raced back down to the guest room. Leave the clothes next to the door? Wait for her to come out of the shower? Before he had a chance to decide, y/n came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body. Rafe had a look of shock in his eyes, he never thought he'd see the girl he couldn't keep off his mind here, in his home.

Rafe stuck his arm out, holding the clothes just in front of her. She looked Rafe up and down before gently reaching out for the clothing.

"Thanks," that was all she said before turning around and locking herself in the bathroom again. Y/n struggled to hold her tears in, knowing what she would have to face in the morning. It wasn't an easy decision, but it needed to be done.

It was possibly the best sleep she had ever gotten. The satin pillowcases soft against her cheeks as she slept, the warm comforter encasing her. No interruptions or pogues banging on her bedroom door for her to wake up. Just peaceful sleep.

Y/n laid awake in the bed, sunrise creeping through the curtains, dreading the next few hours. She left the massive home as soon as possible, sneaking out at daybreak, making the nearly hour long walk back to the cut.

Rafe found no trace of her left behind, everything was in its place just as it had been before y/n occupied the room. She couldn't have gotten far.

He caught up to her in his truck, she had only made it maybe a quarter of the way to her destination. Wearing Sarah's clothes he had lent her, she fit right into the neighborhood. She kept her head held high and determined to ignore him.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing?"

"Fuck off Rafe," she shoved her middle finger towards his window as he drove along side her.

"So I save your life, let you sleep at my house, lend you Sarah's clothes, and now I can't offer you a ride?"

"Correct, I don't need your help, the only thing I know you to be good for is hookups and rebounds," she said rather matter of factly. He couldn’t lie to himself, hearing her say that made his heart hurt a little bit.

“Whatever, there's a party at Topper’s tomorrow night if you’re interested, but I’ll go ahead and guess your answer is a no,”

Y/n stopped in her tracks, causing Rafe to slam down on his breaks. She finally turned to look at him, a smile growing on her face.

“You’re absolutely whipped.”

Rafe hesitated before driving off, this girl left his head spinning in circles.

Once she reached the cut, y/n made a B-line for the chateau. Finding the rest of the pogues wasn’t hard, they were usually out back up to whatever shenanigans they had planned. JJ especially came up with bad ideas, somehow convincing the rest of the group that they would work. Y/n rested her body against a doorway, finally making eye contact with JJ, then nodding her head back gesturing for him to follow.

They creeped back towards the front of the shack, still trashed from the hurricane.

“Jesus, where were you y/n? I was worried sick that fucking kook hurt you,” JJ hugged her, squeezing as tight as he could. When she didn’t return the enthusiasm, he knew something was wrong.

“What’s going on?” He questioned.

“Listen JJ, this, us, it’s not going to work,”

“What the hell are you tal-,”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about JJ, I've seen the way you’ve looked at her for months, you’re always going to choose Kiara over me, always. I am not a second choice. I know what I saw.”

“Did that kook get into your head or something?” She was sure the others could hear them now.

“It’s not about that JJ, I was fucking drowning and you didn’t even try to help me, I’d probably be dead right now if it wasn’t for him!”

“Oh so it is about him huh? Did you have fun last night curled up in figure eight? Wait wait, I see, he didn’t get into your head, he got into your pants instead didn’t he?” Y/n didn’t know how else to react, slapping him square across his face.

“Don’t you dare, fucking accuse me of that, or I swear to God JJ,” she could barely hold back the anger boiling her blood right now.

“Its over. Done. Have a nice life.” Y/n ran as fast as she could out of the chateau, tears pooling in her eyes, looking for any escape.

The next 36 hours were a daze, and before y/n knew it, she was getting ready for a kook party. What does a girl even wear to a kook party? A nice sundress? Little black skirt and a crop top? How fancy is this supposed to be? In the end she decided to wear a sleek black dress, knowing she would stick out like a sore thumb, regardless of what she wore. Being likely the only pogue in the middle of hundreds of kook's, it wouldn't matter.

Meanwhile, Rafe was already at Topper's house, making preparations for the oncoming chaos.

"Boys, if you see a little y/h/c pogue try to walk in here, let her in," Rafe said, handing each a $100 bill. The two door boys nodded their heads in understanding.

The easiest part was over, now y/n just had to get there. She didn't even know where Topper lived, well, figure eight obviously, but where? Actually, that's a stupid question, just follow all the BMW's and audi's driven by reckless teenagers.

Y/n knew something was off when the two kids stationed at the door let her through without question. Fucking Rafe. He was surely already here, and she was questioning what in the world led her to make the decision to come here tonight.

Rafe found her in the kitchen, downing shots of tequila.

"Didn't expect to see you here y/n," he slid next to her, pouring himself a shot as well.

"Didn't think I'd be here either, I have much better things I could be doing right now," she snickered back.

"So how'd it go when you got back to the cut?" Rafe asked, knowing something had changed.

"Well, I dumped JJ, so I am officially a free woman," she said, downing her next shot.

"And you're taking it well, obviously," he laughed, smiling as he watched her take the shot with ease. In true y/n fashion, she flipped him off before grabbing the bottle of tequila and disappearing into the house. He watched the way her dress clung to her hips as she moved, now more than ever aware of the ache he felt.

Only fifteen minutes had passed before Rafe went looking for her. Searching through crowds and empty rooms, finally finding a door on the second floor that was cracked open. Not locked out, but not to be unfound. He poked his head through the door, not seeing much at first, until his eyes landed on an open window. The cool breeze of the ocean drifted into the room. He climbed through the window and out onto a small section of the roof overlooking the backyard.

As soon as she saw him, she knew there was no escape.

“Ugh,” y/n rolled her eyes, taking another drink from the bottle she had smuggled.

“Excited to see me?” Rafe said as he settled onto the roof.

"How did you guess?"

"Just the fact that you even showed up, your actions speak for themselves," he said rather confidently.

"Do they now? Because it seems to me like you're the one who is stalking me," she let out a giggle.

"Well, I still need Sarah's clothes back,"

Y/n shoved his shoulder, the both of them laughing as she did.

"Mhm, I don't know, I think I look pretty good dressed in kook," y/n passed him the bottle now, he accepted her offer. He had to think long and hard about what to say next, his heart beating relentlessly in his chest.

"More than pretty good," there was a silence between the two, both reading into what he said.

"Y'know, I don't even know who I am anymore."

"And by that you mean?" Rafe asked.

"On this island, it's always kooks or pogues, no in-between, and I thought I was a pogue for the longest time, but I never quite, I don't know, fit in? It sounds fucking stupid, forget it."

"No no, it's not, I feel like we're actually having a conversation, not just bickering at each other, and it's, it's nice," his voice was becoming shaky now. She took a deep breath before continuing.

"I think I'm just in a rut, I don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself. All I ever did was for JJ, I gave him everything,” he understood the magnitude of what she had given him.

“And now that we've broken up, I have this new freedom that I don't know what to do with, it was the first relationship I'd ever been in, and at this point I don't even remember how to be single. I hate to say it, but I feel like he took everything I gave him for granted."

Rafe smirked at his thoughts, knowing exactly what she needed.

"Oh what's so funny?” She said.

“You desperately need a rebound.”

“I do not!”

“You do, and I know the perfect guy for the job.”

“And who would that be exactly?” Their witty banter had turned to flirtation, and they were now physically closer than ever. Rafe had his hand cupping the side of her head, fingers tangled in her hair, leaning in closer to her. Her breathing has quickened as his face came closer to hers, knowing what he was insinuating.

The connection of their lips sent shockwaves through her body. It was the first thing in a long time that felt like it made sense. They disconnected for a moment, staring longingly into each others eyes for permission. A sense of understanding overcame them as their lips smashed together once again. Rafe's hand moved lower down to her neck, tracing his thumb to the other side and giving a light squeeze.

"Rafe I, don't get me wrong, I want this, but I don't think it's a good idea right now."

"You're right," he whispered as a whirring noise approached in the distance.

It was maybe thirty minutes past 11, the sound of an approaching boat caught their attention. They both looked at the boat coming to dock on the Thornton's boat dock. Rafe and y/n climbed back into the home, recognizing the boat pulling up to the dock. Rafe raced out the back door, y/n steps ahead of him as anger and adrenaline rushed through her body. She ran down the dock, ready to fight the boy hopping off of the boat.

"JJ, please explain to me why the fuck you are here right now, and it better be a good reason or I swea-,"

"Y/n please, I just need to talk to you okay? I've been thinking about the other day and I just needed to-,"

"Not good enough JJ, you had your fucking chance, got it? I never want to see you again," she had tears of anger streaming down her face, that was when Rafe lodged himself between the argument.

"You heard her pogue," Rafe said threateningly.

"What are you gonna do about it huh?" JJ pushed his hands against Rafe, knocking him back only slightly, Rafe stood solid.

"What am I gonna do?" Rafe shoved him back with all his strength, knocking JJ onto his back.

"I'm only going to say this one time for you," Rafe crouched down, grabbing fistfuls of JJ's shirt.

"Stay," he landed to first punch.

"The fuck," and the second.

"Away from her," finally the third, then forcing him back onto the ground in a sheer competition of dominance. Crowds had gathered around the commotion, watching the kook and pogue battle it out. Y/n felt a sense of relief, someone had finally chosen her.

"You already fucked her didn't you?" JJ struggled to spit out, coughing on the blood lodged in his mouth. Rafe promptly pulled JJ up by his shirt, making sure to look right into his eyes as he made his next threat.

"Stay off figure eight, or so help me God JJ, I will kill you." Rafe tossed the boy back onto the ground, watching as he struggled to pull himself back to his boat.

"Show's over everyone! Get out!" Rafe said, the crowd watching dispersed over fences and into cars, not wanting to face the same fate.

She was the only one who didn't leave. Y/n watched as he came closer to her, pulling her into an embrace.

"I'm sorry y/n, that asshole deserved it,"

"Thank you," her tears were staining his polo as they held each other.

"Also, neither of us are in any shape to drive, so what's the plan?" She asked.

They made the short walk back to Tannyhill, ending up in the same rooms they had been in the day everything changed. When morning came she stayed in her bed, enjoying the comfort she felt in this home. The sudden knock on her door awoke her from her daze.

"Hey, I uh, brought breakfast," Rafe said, holding up the bag of breakfast burritos. Y/n patted the empty place on her bed, inviting him to sit down. They sat and ate in silence, unsure of what to say to one another. Once finished, she ended up snuggling her head into the crook of his neck, arm tossed across his abdomen. Rafe wrapped his arm around her and they stayed there for awhile, simply enjoying each others presence.

Rafe placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, rubbing his thumb across her shoulder at the same time. Y/n looked up at him from her spot on his chest, moving herself up so their lips connected. The kiss was just as good as she had remembered. Rafe began deepening their kiss, pulling her in by the waist with his free hand.

I had woken up. For the first time in a long time I felt it. How it felt to be the only choice for someone, to be at the top of someone's priorities. Feeling his hand pull my waist into his sent lightning through my body, and I've never wanted anything more in my life than right now. I threw my right leg over his hips, anticipating to climb on top of him. I brought my hand up to the back of his head, threading my fingers through his hair.

"Think it's a good idea?" Rafe asked.

I simply nodded my head in response, bringing my mouth back to his. His hands began tracing further down my body, grabbing at my hips as he pulled me in closer. I got the message. I threw myself over him, sitting perfectly in his lap, hair hanging almost in his face. We reconnected and the speed at which we kissed quickened. My arms had snaked behind his neck, my entire body resting on his, legs straddled across his lap.

He was surprised when I removed my mouth from his, only to begin trailing kisses down his neck, towards the collar of his polo. He sat up, leaving room for him to pull his shirt up and over his head. I pushed him back down into the bed as I trailed lower and lower. Reaching the spot I needed most, I unbuttoned his pants, pulling them as far down as I could. He was already hard, clearly anticipating this when he walked into the room an hour ago.

I began leaving kisses down his clothed dick, teasing the throb. But I myself was too in-need to tease for long. I pulled his boxers down, revealing the eager member. Wrapping my hand around him, I pumped it a few times, leaving light kisses all around him. The taste of him spread in my mouth as I took him in. His hands pulled my hair back as I sucked on him, the pace of his breathing becoming more of a pant. One of my hands grasped onto his hips as the other pumped him in sync with my lips.

A shock ran through my body as he flipped me over on the bed. Rafe nearly ripped my shirt in half when pulling it over my head. He sat over me for a moment, taking in the sight of me like he'd been waiting to for so long. Just after, his hands came to either side of my head, propping himself up as he began kissing down my neck, surely leaving bruises. Moving lower to my breasts, he continued, tugging and pulling at the straps of my bra. He was now resting his entire body on me, his elbows at my sides as he started massaging my breasts through the fabric.

"You can take it off, you know," I said.

That was all he needed to hook his hand underneath me, tugging at the clip holding me together. Rafe popped it off with ease, not that I was surprised. His mouth attached itself to one of my nipples, teasing it with his tongue. The cool air hitting the wet spot he left behind causing me to gasp. Meanwhile, he had been rolling the other between his fingers, sending arousal between my thighs. The sensitivity rolling between my hips was begging for more.

Rafe's hands began trailing lower down my body, his mouth not far behind. The ache in my core was growing more and more with every inch he passed, until finally I felt a finger graze over my shorts.

"These need to come off," it was more of a question than a statement.

I nodded, because I needed more. He slid the shorts off of my legs, tossing them onto the ground, leaving my panties on full display for him. Then his mouth moved to my thighs, starting closer to my knees, slowly moving in towards my center. I could feel every breath he made against me, and knew he was just as in-need as I was. It felt like ages before he finally made contact with my core. His lips left kisses over my clothed clit, at this point I was begging for more.

He knew too, knew how much I needed him right now. The wetness soaking through my underwear as he played with me through them, thumb massaging little circles around my clit. My legs shuddered as he did, needing to desperately to be released. His fingers latched underneath the waistline of the fabric, and he pulled them all the way down my legs, exposing every inch of myself, and discarding them on the floor.

I was absolutely soaked, and he had barely even touched me. I could barely imagine what I’d be like once he had. When his fingers finally returned, I was a mess. He was eager too, not even waiting because I was already ready for him. His middle and ring finger teased my entrance, before plunging deep into me. The gasp that came out of my mouth was the loudest I’d ever had, causing my hand to close over my mouth in response. But Rafe didn't care how loud we got as his mouth came down to me, his tongue flicking at my clit, fingers beginning to thrust in and out.

My hips were rolling, legs shaking as the combination of his mouth and fingers pushed me closer and closer to the edge. Whimpers came out as his free hand was grasping onto my stomach, thumb tracing circles below my navel. I tugged at the sheets around me, needing some sort of grounding as he continued fucking me with his fingers. My pussy was aching for more, begging for something bigger to ease the ache.

"Rafe, I need you inside, like right now," I struggled to get the words out. But he wouldn't let up, he was determined. His fingers were moving faster and faster and his mouth was lapping at the wetness of my pussy. I couldn't take it anymore, and my legs closed around his head, squeezing as I came.

I barely had time to recover before Rafe was on top of me, lining his cock up with my entrance, then pushing himself all the way into me. My walls clenched around him as I tried to adjust to his length, but he wasn't waiting. Slowly he began thrusting in and out, plunging himself deeper each time. He reached down to kiss me as he pounded me, hand wrapping around my neck and squeezing.

"Fuck," I squeaked out.

It only got better when he threw my legs over his shoulders, they were nearly at my chest. He pounded into me at a hard but steady pace, and it was driving me to the edge once again. The whimpers coming from me were more than enough to tell him to keep going.

"You like that princess?"

"God, yes Rafe, harder," I pleaded.

He listened, but it was taking a toll on him, his breathing was now broken and unsteady as he thrusted. I could feel his body beginning to tense up on top of me, he was getting close. It was my turn now.

I used all of my strength to flip him onto his back, my legs on either side of him as I began riding him. Rafe's hands came around to my ass as I repeatedly moved up and down on him. Then I laid down on him, arms behind his neck for support as his arms held onto my waist tightly. Rafe propped his legs up for support and began thrusting into me harder than he ever has. The feeling of my walls clenching around him as he pumped into me, using me as a toy.

"Cum in me Rafe, please," but it wasn't a question. I nearly screamed as he released inside of me at the same time I came. We stayed that way for a few moments, simply taking one another in as our breathing steadied.

Finally, I slid off of him, releasing the tension of him inside of me. I could feel his cum leaking out of me as I laid on top of him. I could go to sleep right here if I wanted to. His hand laced into my hair, playing with the ends of it.

"I still need Sarah's clothes back," he laughed.

"Don't think so, consider it the start of my kook wardrobe,"

"To going full kook?" he asked.

"To going full kook."

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Hi babe! I was wondering if I could request a Tony Stark x daughter reader? With lots of angst and her being locked in her room because she’s being bullied for her darker skin

(I understand if you’re not comfortable with this)

Safe Place: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

I think this turned out a bit longer than I expected.

Sorry :(

I hope you like this, I don’t really have a lot of experience with this matter, so I hope I captured the emotions right!

I AM APOLOGISING IN ADVANCE, THE HURTFUL COMMENTS MENTIONED HERE ARE NOT ONES I WOULD EVER USE IN MY LIFETIME.

GIRL, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY YOU ARE – YOU DON’T NEED DIMWITS LIKE RACISTS TO DEFINE BEAUTY. YOU WANT THE DEFINITION OF BEAUTY, GO LOOK IN THE MIRROR.

PUT A STOP TO RACISM.

WARNINGS: Slight EXTREMELY racial comments, mentions of death, toxic relationship, angst, Tony being a little... well, Tony.

Being Tony Stark’s daughter was nearly everyone’s dream. Well, everyone you’d come across at school, anyway. It seemed rational from their point of view – big house, big bedroom, expensive branded clothing, basically an overall exquisite lifestyle coupled with fame of being his daughter which was sure to earn popularity points anywhere and everywhere. A man rolling in that amount of money would make a great dad... right?

You thought differently. Which was one of the main reasons you did not tell anyone who your father really was and your teachers understood your predicament and played along to your story of being an ordinary girl with no scope for coolness whatsoever.

Your mother had met your father a long, long time ago – when Tony was still in university. Of course, he’d left her before he even knew she was pregnant, and they never saw each other again. You didn’t exactly love your life as his daughter. In fact, from what your mother had told you, he was (in your vision) a complete monster whom your mother had the sad misfortune to meet.

It was her untimely death that had forced you to go live with the man who was the reason you were born and the man who ruthlessly left your mother to fend for herself and a baby. You had tried for foster care, but the agents told you that your father was still alive and more than capable of taking care of you – being the famous Tony Stark and all.

So it would suffice to say that Tony was lowkey shocked when you turned up at his doorstep one day with a grudging expression and declarations of being his daughter. He actually didn’t believe you at first and asked you to piss off which confirmed your earlier assumptions about his character – asshole. After you’d snapped at him and showed him all the legal documentations stating that you two were blood-related as father-daughter after all, Tony was even more shocked than earlier.

Though he would rather die than admit it, he felt sad after seeing your fourteen-year-old self standing at his doorstep. He’d missed your birth, your first steps, your first words, he even missed helping you with homework in preschool – basically all precious moments you enjoy with a child. But you made it pretty clear that you didn’t want to be here – something that made Tony’s already overlarge pride swell like a bullfrog and stopped him from ever getting close to you. While you were busy thinking he didn’t want you, you overlooked a small detail – he took you in.

If anyone had the power to bribe an adoption agency to get rid of their kid, it was Anthony Stark, yet he never gave you away. The simple explanation (that he would never, in a million years, admit it to you) was that he didn’t want to lose you – around the only blood-related family he had left.

And so began your life as Y/N Stark. It functioned surprisingly well for your expectations. Pepper was really nice to you and those few occasions when the Avengers came over, you were able to talk to Natasha about ‘girl things’, her presence reminding you of the mother you had lost only too young. You sometimes even asked Bruce for help with homework, too proud yourself to go to Tony. Overall, you stayed out of his way while he stayed out of yours – an arrangement you were both satisfied with.

The worst part was that you never talked. Ever. You would wake up and walk to school, refusing Jarvis’ continued protests of letting you use the self-driving car, came home the same way where you did your homework and grabbed a snack before you ‘father’ came back upstairs from his little man cave in the basement and a small ‘good-evening’ passed between you two as you went your separate ways. This cycle repeated itself every day. Recently, your life at school hadn’t been going great.

You’d known that your skin tone was a notch darker than the others at your school – something you had gotten from your mother – and this was not something you really cared about. That’s when they started coming – the comments. What were originally small, snide retorts of ‘wash your face, ew!’ (A/N: I AM SO SORRY) had now escalated to them calling you obscene names you’d never heard before and asking you to leave ‘their’ school

Which was why, instead of being at school today, you were locked in your bedroom, sobbing into your pillow.

It had started out as a very unusual morning. After getting comments hurled at you left right and centre the previous day, you’d had enough. You’d woken up and declared to Jarvis that you were skipping school and he was to, under no circumstances, notify your father about this. After that you tried to eat some cereal, but the bubbling dread in your stomach made it taste like dry carpet, so you gave up and stomped into your room, locking the door before flinging yourself onto the bed and crying your heart out.

It was in times like these that you felt the need for something – a gaping hole in your chest. It seemed foolish to even admit it to yourself, but you really wanted someone like a parent. Someone who listened to your problems and comforted you accordingly, someone who actually cared about you. And since Tony Stark filled neither of these requirements, you gave up the foolish dream and sunk, once again, into your self-fashioned depths of misery.

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Tony casually sipped on his wine, putting one last screw into place to make the latest piece he was testing out. As he powered the device on, it vibrated for a moment before the words ‘model failed’ appeared on the screen Tony was examining.

He swore loudly and shoved it ungracefully aside before running his hands through his hair. There had been many an occasion where Tony seriously considered going to your room to just say something to you that wasn’t a monotonous ‘good evening’ or ‘the milk’s finished’ or something else like that. He wanted to talk to you. To you.

He wanted to get to know the real Y/N – what you were like when you weren’t too busy being bold and refusing to appear vulnerable. As if reading his thoughts, Jarvis’ voice filled the room suddenly.

“Sir, I do believe that Ms Stark is currently locked inside her bedroom. She refused to go to school just this morning.”

“What?” Tony exclaimed, “Why, did she tell you anything else?”

“Just this, Sir, along with a few obscene warnings of not informing you about this occurrence. If I recall correctly, Ms Stark told me she would rip out my sockets with her bare hands had I come to you.”

Ignoring the small smirk that was growing on his lips at the thought of you behaving exactly as he would, Tony wiped his tired hands on a nearby cloth before sprinting out the door and up the stairs to your bedroom.

He knocked on the door.

“Go away Pepper, not in the mood,” came your muffled voice. It was weak and raw – evidently, you had been crying.

Ignoring the poking feeling of dread bubbling in his stomach, Tony knocked again.

“Open up, kid, it’s me,” he shouted.

“Definitely not in the mood, thanks.”

Tony sighed. This was exactly what he had tried so hard to avoid –turning out like his own father. Not knowing how to deal with a daughter properly, he just let you go about your business as you wanted, hoping that it would yield better results than what his childhood had been like. Now, looking back at how much he’d neglected you, he suddenly realised that he had done the exact thing he was afraid of – hurt you.

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark, open the door. Please.”

Perhaps it was the please at the end or the way he acknowledged you as his living, breathing daughter for the first time that made you stagger limply over to the door and push it open.

Your eyes were puffy, red and swollen from bawling nonstop and your brows were knitted into a disapproving frown. It broke Tony’s heart to see you like this.

“Listening,” you sniffed, crossing your arms.

“Okay, why don’t you sit down,” Tony frowned slightly.

You gave another hearty sniff and led him to your bed where you flopped down and watched as he took a seat beside you.

You both sat in a very painful, deafening silence for the next few minutes.

“You didn’t go to school today,” Tony casually remarked as you played with your pillow, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I did,” you said simply.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Tony offered.

“I really don’t,” you admitted as he burst out laughing and you gave a grudging giggle despite yourself.

“Seriously, kid,” Tony said in an undertone, “You’ve gotta open up a bit more. I mean, it’s been like what, two years since you moved here and you never bother telling me what’s going on. And look where that got you – come on, tell me what’s going on. Is it school?”

“Partially,” you quietly said to which he cocked an eyebrow.

“Completely,” you amended, sighing, “Kids, you know, they’re just being – well, mean.”

“Okay,” Tony nodded slightly, “You want to talk about it?”

“They... they make fun of me,” you admitted, “About – about my skin colour and stuff. And I know I’m being stupid, getting upset over this –”

“It’s not stupid,” Tony broke in, “It’s not stupid at all. Nothing gives anyone a right to talk to you that way.”

“Try telling that to them!” you burst out, final letting go of the pent-up emotions you’d been holding for days, “What did I ever do to them – it’s not my fault I look like this, maybe if I could choose what to look like, I’d choose something they want! Just about everyone seems to have a problem – what the hell do they expect me to do? It’s unjust, unfair, unsettling and unkind, but of course they don’t care, do they?!”

Tony didn’t even flinch throughout your entire outburst until you broke down and tears began rapidly pouring out of your eyes once more.

“Hey, hey, stop, listen to me,” Tony sternly said, seizing your shoulders and turning you to face him.

“You’re a Stark,” he said, gazing you dead in the eyes, “You are beautiful, you’re smart and you’re kind. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

This was too much for you to handle and you started sobbing again – sobs of partial happiness and partial guilt that didn’t look like they would stop anytime soon.

“Come here, kid,” was all Tony could say as he pulled you into a hug, allowing you to sob into his shirt while he stroked your hair, trying to calm you down.

“I’m sorry if I’ve ever been mean to you,” you whispered finally.

“It’s okay, kid,” Tony murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m sorry I haven’t been a great father all this time.”

You two sat in a now comfortable silence, occasionally clearing your throats or sniffling a bit before Tony finally spoke.

“If anyone says that to you again, I will have them cut up and fed to the fish in my house in Malibu.”

“Thanks, dad.”

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Thank you so so much for the engineer headcanons! If I could request again for Niki Lauda? Could I get HCs for them reestablish physical affection/intimacy after his accident? Like I imagine his (gn) partner would have to be careful not to hurt him when the burns are still fresh & he might recoil a bit after seeing the scarring (& hearing people talk about it like in the movie) until they remind him like ‘hey I know a lot of things have changed but the fact I love you isn’t one of them’ & maybe they end up more affectionate than before - 🦇

Of course! Thank you for the requests bat anon, they are always so detailed! 😊

- The crash was the subject of all your nightmares. Every night you would wake up to see him crashing all again. Seeing his body disappear in the fire. You could feel the harrowing feeling of sickness and worry as they drag his unmoving body out of the car. Even at the distance they kept you at, you could see the blood, the melted skin and you knew things would never be the same.

- Now you were sitting next to his body in the hospital. It had been four days and he has still not woken up. You held his hand in yours as he laid there, and it was odd but you don't think you had ever held his hand this long before. Physical intimacy, apart from times in the bedroom, was rare for him. You knew he cared for you, he just didn't understand how often you needed to be reassured or treated nicely because of it

- Bandages covered his face tightly to the point where you could hardly see him. Maybe that was the point. When you had asked about the injuries on his face the doctors grimaced. They didn't want to tell you the extent of it and that was enough for you to know it was bad. They assured you that they had worked hard to heal it, treat the injuries as best as they could but the scaring would still remain.

- You were by his side when you felt his hand twitch in yours. You instantly looked over to see his eyes fluttering open. Pain swarming them instantly but when they glanced over to see you, there was a relief.

- You quickly went to get the doctors who told you to wait outside while they checked upon him. When they were done though you were allowed back in and you refused to leave for four hours. You rambled to him about anything, said anything in your mind, how worried you were for him, how much you loved him, how you would never leave him. He could hardly speak back, just gurgle but the way he squeezed your hand in his was enough for you to know he appreciated it. He appreciated more than you would ever know.

- It pained you to hear the yelps of pain coming from him as they removed the bandages. The way he grunted, practically screaming out in pain every time they moved a little bit from his burns. It broke your heart. You loved Niki and you loved the passion he had for the sport but at that moment, seeing how pained he was, you wished nothing more than that he never took up racing again.

- But it was Niki Lauda. Of course, he would. Much sooner than anyone had anticipated.

- You were with him every step of the recovery and you begged him not to, or at least wait till next year when he had recovered more but he couldn't wait, not when he was seeing James Hunt win those races and in the end, you didn't have the heart to tell him no. It made you worry with sick seeing him go back into that car again, his burns still aching as he wore the helmet but you were also so proud of him. So proud of his determination, courage, strength.

- Things were harder for the two of you though in many ways, especially intimately. Before while he lacked affection outside of the bedroom, she certainly made up for it inside. What they said about F1 drivers was true, even out of the car they had to go fast, and with the pent, frustration, he had every time James won a race or annoyed him, he would express with you that night, if you even made it to the bedroom that is.

- But since the accident, it was like his sex drive had vanished. At first, you were careful around him, anxious you might hurt him and that's why for the first few months but after that, you tried to instigate something he would brush it off, or even worse he would leave the room. He chooses to sleep on the sofa rather than in a bed with you when you tried to start something and it hurt you for you didn't know what was wrong. Did he not find you appealing anymore?

- The press were always following you and Niki, speculating about the two of you. Both you and Niki were private people and that's why the news wanted to know everything about the two of you. Now with Niki looking the way he did they were nothing if not tormenting towards you and Niki. Rumours speculated about the deterioration of your marriage, that you were cheating on him, even some claiming you were cheating on him with James!

- Everything came ahead one day in a press conference. "What did your partner say when they saw your face?" the journalist confronted Niki. You were watching from the sidelines and felt dread and anger pool in you from those words. "They said, sweeties, you don't need a face to drive. Only a right foot"

- Niki was good at laughing things off, he was brash, straight to the point but this journalist wouldn't let go of this. "I'm being serious. Do you really think your marriage can survive? With the way you look now?"

- The room became dead silent as anger flickered in Niki's eyes. "And I'm being serious, too. Which of your assholes said this?" but no one dared to speak up, "Fuck you, press conference is over" he spat out, tearing his microphone off and quickly storming out of the room where you swiftly followed.

- You called out to him yet he continued to walk. It was only when you grasped ahold of his hand did he finally stop to talk, and even then he refused to look at you, instead glaring at the side. "Niki what have I done wrong?" you murmur. "Was it something I said?" you ask but he shakes his head, "No love, it's not you" "Then what?" you ask attempting to raise your hand to cradle his face but he flinches away from your touch but he finally looks you in the eyes. "Isn't it obvious? I'm not stupid. I know I look like shrivelled walnut. I don't want you to pity fuck me or pretending to like how I look"

- "I don't care about your appearance Niki. I'm not fickle like that. I love you for who you are, the asshole underneath. Now stop being such a cry baby and kiss me already" you argue, a new fire in your eyes determined to make Niki realise just how much you care.

- He looks back at you with admiration, his doubts about himself, his appearance slowly flowing away as he looks into your lustful eyes. Leaning down he finally kisses you and in the backrooms of the garage, you lose yourself to each other, letting out all the pent us lust you two had.

- After that, you two were more affectionate, more than before his accident. Hand holding, hugs, kisses. He showed you with everything after realising just how much you cared for him and how much he loved you back. Even the press were posting news articles where they got pictures of you two being affectionate and for once you two didn't mind being in the public eye, as long as everyone knew how in love you two were and how you weren't going to let each other go.

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kevindayscrown · 3 years

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London 2012

The lights were blinding. Kevin was not sure if they came from the flash of the photographers or from the spotlights that were aimed at them. Or both. The rush in his blood still made it hard to process everything.

Staring up at the scoreboard, he could clearly see it. The US National Exy team had won against the UK team with a two point gap score. The crowd was going wild, their cheers defeaning and loud. Kevin could hardly focus on them, though. They were drawn out by the loud pounding of his heart. He wondered if they had really done it; if Kevin had managed to reach the peak he had been aiming for ever since he could remember himself.

Making it to Court had not been easy, but Kevin had worked hard for it. He had pushed himself past his limits, he had practiced day and night, had dedicated hours from his life. Getting the chance to participate in the Olympic games in London at the age of twenty seven was a thrill that had gone by like a blur.

Actually winning, was almost impossible to register.

A fist colliding with his shoulder was the thing that pulled him out of the daze, forcing the taller striker to turn and glance at his teammate. Neil Josten had been by his side every step of the way; Kevin was not sure if he would had made it this far without him. Or without Andrew.

"We won," the red head said, chest rising and falling due to the intense struggle to catch his breath. The game had not been easy, and there had been many close calls. But in the end, they'd done it.

"We won," Kevin echoed, sounding still unconvinced that this was the reality they were living in. Neil flashed him a bright smile with a hint of mischief behind it, as always.

Kevin felt as if his legs would give out any moment. If he could, he would kneel on the floor and let all these years of pushing and pushing pour into the polished wood of the court until they settled, just like how they had settled inside of Kevin. The only thing keeping him up was the thought that this was far from over. And for the first time in forever, he was not dreading anything. He could only but look forward to what came next.

After exchanging handshakes with the players of the opposing team - accompanied by small echoes of 'good game' - Kevin turned to look for a particular group of people among their vast audience. Somewhere among them were the former Palmetto State Foxes. The original lineup. Dan and Matt were spreading havoc, whistling and clapping with the rest, while Nicky was cheering as loud as he could, as if the three of them were having some sort of competition as to who would be the loudest. Renee was being more polite and quiet, but her smile was big and proud. Allison met Kevin's gaze as she clapped and nodded, flashing a smile at him.

Kevin was quick to look for Wymack as the players were led to proceed with the award ceremony. He spotted his father standing by his Foxes, and the striker felt his chest swell at the look on the man's face. There hadn't been many times when someone had been proud of him. Proud of how far he had come, of how much he had survived and what he had sacrificed to be here.

Seeing that look on the man he had come to admire the most, Kevin started wondering if this was all just a dream that he would wake up from. Perhaps he would realise in a most violent way that none of these had actually happened and that he was still somehow stuck in the Nest.

Eventually, Kevin was pulled out of his thoughts and his eyes were forcefully averted from the crowd as Andrew yanked at his helmet from the grated part, and then removed it, tossing it aside. Kevin stared down at the goalkeeper and could swear that it was the first time he could spot any sort of excitment caused by Exy in the other's hazel eyes.

"Eyes on the prize, Day," Andrew said and then took his place on the line next to him. Number three, like always. Neil stood a bit further away from them but constantly kept stealing glances at them.

When the golden medal was finally around Kevin's neck, everything seemed to go quiet for a moment. The extra weight made Kevin somehow feel lighter than ever. He reached down and gripped it in his hand, running his thumb across the carved surface.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly tried to blink them away. Before he knew it, all the players in the team had received their medals and Neil had found his way back to their side from his spot on the line. Kevin watched him for a moment and then wrapped an arm around his shoulders. In return, Neil pulled Andrew closer and the three of them faced the crowd again.

Kevin held his chin up with confidence that, for once, was not a mask or an act. He held the golden medal above his head and the crowd went wild once again.

He thought at that moment that if he could express his emotions the way he wanted to, he would show all the people that had stood by his side all these years the gratitude that he actually felt.

And most importantly, he would thank himself and be proud of how far he had come.

Then again, he did not really need to express that. Because, right at that moment, he felt as if he had finally found peace with himself. He was number one and he had not only lived up to the expectations that came with the legacy his mother had left behind, but he had also managed to make his own.

He didn't believe in any kind of afterlife, but if his mother was somehow watching over him, he hoped she would be proud.

Because Kevin Day was not a coward or an asshole. He wasn't second.

Kevin Day was a winner. And his life was just beginning.

[Art that sort of inspired the fic by requiemofkings]

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Lady Of Ren: Prologue {King Kylo Ren x noblewoman!Reader}

table of contents Prologue (1.4k) * [1] New & Improved (1.5k) [2] Revenge of the Husband the full masterlist for this series is linked here.

hello, hello! here’s the prologue for my newest multi-chap, “Lady of Ren”!

warnings: none, other than some historical inaccuracies, taking creative liberties with historical events/settings, and some french swear words.

word count: 1.4k

(!!) This story will include graphic, explicit and potentially triggering subject matters such as murder, poison, love potions (leading to non-consensual manipulation of feelings), extramarital affairs, torture, violence, executions, and fighting. All individual warnings will be listed on each chapter and darker chapters will be indicated as such, but please do not read if any of these subject matters could be triggering to you. (!!)

terms to know

Imbécile means “stupid”. Connasse means “asshole”. Sac à merde means “bag of shit”. Ma petite agneau means “my little lamb”.

17th Century France The Palace of Alderaan --

You rise early, dressing and making your escape before Armitage even wakes, tacking up your mount quickly but skillfully. She knows not to whinny at this early hour for fear of waking your dreadful husband, which she’s done on several occasions. Instead, she simply trots down the stony road towards the palace as she’s instructed to every morning. By now, she could do this ride with her eyes shut.

You’re determined to secure your wealthy and plentiful future with a spot right next to the King of France. But, you have no desire to sit atop the throne as his Queen, oh no; you have your eyes set on becoming his newest mistress, his newest Lady of Ren.

Marrying Armitage De Montespan was simply a way to gain more power in the Court of King Ren. But unfortunately, marriage had turned Armitage into an unambitious, hot-headed imbécile.

who got himself temporarily banished from the palace by angering the King. He’s lucky he didn’t get sliced in half, if any of what you’ve heard about the King’s temper is true, he should certainly be grateful to be alive.

Villagers wave as you pass by and you return the gesture with a smile and a nod, trotting through the busy streets on your way up to the palace. You dismount and put your horse in the stables, then arrive at the Court just as the King emerges.

The Queen strides along next to him in an extravagant gown of blood red and gold. Lady Phasma, the current Lady of Ren, spots you in the crowd and motions you over. Over time, you’ve become her trusted ally, her apprentice, of sorts. You absolutely loathe the Lady, but you need this connection in order to achieve your goal.

“You are late again. Shall I purchase you a pocketwatch for you to have a chance of being on time.”

You have to physically prevent yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I am not late, mademoiselle. You told me to come at eight.”

She stops dead in her tracks, whipping around to glare down at you. Of course, she chooses to make a scene out of it all, drawing everyone’s attention.

“It would serve you well not to question me, connasse.” Phasma raises her hand to you, ready to strike--

“Gwendolyn.”

Your eyes widen and the whole onlooking crowd, Phasma included, falls pin-drop silent. In just a few long, swift strides, the King stands beside you and Lady Phasma. You feel utterly insignificant standing next to him, his tall and broad frame towering over you.

“Don’t. She’s just a petite one, leave her alone.”

For a moment, you swear you see his eyes flicker over your figure, but perhaps it’s just the fear of the situation toying with your mind. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he turns away and walks through the castle doors without another word muttered.

Phasma narrows her eyes, giving you nothing more than a small huff through her nose before spinning on her heel and beginning her catch-up to the King and Queen. You trail behind, in a sort of trance, a daydream as you replay the memory of him looking down at you. His eyes are so beautiful; a dark, deep brown laced with mystery and hidden pain.

“Hurry up, would you?”

You quicken your strides to keep up, annoyance pertinent. “Sac à merde.”

Hm, perhaps you should break ground on your plan a bit sooner than anticipated.

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Wooden carts roll by, horses hooves clacking against the stone as you walk down the side of the street. Chamber pots are dumped out of windows willy-nilly and you narrowly avoid a particularly nasty lot, looking back to see it stream down the street. You cringe at the pungent smell of bodily fluids and animal stool that seems nearly inescapable in this village, holding the sleeve of your black cape over your nose and only lowering it when you duck into a narrow side street. You take a lungful of the fresh air, or at least the fresher air, before beginning to walk.

The dim glow of your oil lantern is the only thing lighting your way as you cautiously make your way down the small slope downwards. You hold the skirts of your dress up as best you can in order to preserve them from the filthy remnants washed up by last night’s rainfall. You startle each time your shoe slips on the smoothed cobblestone, having to pause and take a breath before continuing your descent.

Soon, the narrow path widens and you’re deposited neath the city into the catacombs of Naboo. It’s quite dark here and devoid of any sort of activity, no hustle and bustle as you’re used to and no other lamps to accompany yours; it’s a peculiar feeling and one you didn’t particularly care for. You’re hoping not to get accustomed to it.

Muffle sounds of footsteps, both human and equine, shake the stone above your head. You’re already beginning to tremble from the damp, cold darkness that surrounds you as you walk down the tunnel. A sharp stench of mold and the constant sound of water dripping from above brings little ease to your worry, still shivering beneath your heavy cloak.

As you walk, your lantern shines onto rows and rows of the deceased, whose skulls line the walls of the catacombs. A shiver runs down your spine and a cold sweat breaks out along your hairline as you look at the poor fellows whose heads were perverted in such a way as this. You can just feel the misery here, each of the spirits who once inhabited these remains screaming into your ears, begging to be returned to their proper resting place.

Even as you walk next to the various Holy crosses that accompany the remains, you can still hear the unruly unrest as if the souls were walking right alongside you. You’re close to covering your ears, now, the voices of the undead making your head ache and throb.

But then, everything falls silent. You look up, petrified at what you might find, preparing yourself for the worst of circumstances--

“The spirits whispered of your arrival, ma petite agneau.” A weak, hoarse voice says.

You hold your lantern up, shining light on the figure that approaches you. Although she’s wearing a hooded cloak, you can still see that she is well aged, deep ridges and creases of time are etched into her sagging alabaster skin.

“Are you the La Voisin they speak of?”

“Indeed.” Her wooden stick taps in time with her soft strides, sounding almost as if she has three legs. She lifts a crooked, wrinkled finger and curls it, summoning you to come closer. You do. “Remove your hood, I wish to see your face for myself.”

She puts a decrepit, shaky hand on your cheek, holding your chin and turning it side to side to inspect you. Then, after a moment or so, she lets you go.

“Mm, you have too many worries for a woman so young. No need to fear any longer, petite agneau, for I can mend your troubles. I can eliminate your fire-haired husband, take out the boarish mistress, and make the handsome King fall for you.”

Your eyes widen. “But I haven’t even told you--”

“No need. I am a fortune teller, first and foremost; I can only see the ails that riddle your life. I know just what to brew for you.”

“Brew?” You ask, following behind her as she walks down the corridor.

“Yes, agneau, brew. I shall stir up a potion for you to use on your King and then I shall whip up a batch of poison to get rid of your husband and the mistress.”

She says simply, then suddenly stops and turns around slowly. “Do not follow, for you will witness things that you cannot unsee. I will have the viles and garment ready for you in three days time. Come back here as you did today and bring a sack of coin.”

You nod, then turn back around and walk at a brisk pace back up the dreary corridor as the chirps of the undead begin to ring in your ears as they did when you came down here.

Au revoir, mademoiselle Phasma.

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awritingtree · 4 years

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Never Enough (1/7)

Sirius Black x daughter!reader

Summary: You were content with your life, living with your cousin while the whereabouts of your father, Sirius Black, and his wellbeing remained unknown after escaping . But that all changed when you had to move into 12 Grimmauld Place for the summer. The worst part of it all? He was there too. (Wow I suck at summaries)

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: angst, shitty father-daughter relationship, mentions of abandonment, tell me if there are any others

A/N: Yes, I know I changed the timeline up a bit to fit the fic. Please don’t be the asshole that points it out. I had to adjust it slightly for the plot. My heart broke writing this but it was too good an idea to pass up. I abandoned writing all my other fics for this. And all I can say to you is I’m sorry.

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All those years, you’ve felt lonely. The Tonks were a wonderful family, raising you as one of their own. But there was always an empty feeling, a missing spot in your life that only your father could fill. If he’d come to you after he had escaped from Azkaban with an explanation, you would’ve welcomed him into your life with open arms. Therefore, when you found out he’d escaped and had been in contact with Harry all this time, not even bothering to check up on you once and the fact that you had to go live with this said person for the rest of your summer, away from your family, you went livid. You’d trashed your room; lamps broken, chairs and desks overturned, all your books had caught fire from not being able to keep your emotions, hence magic, in check.

But Aunt Dro and Dora had reassured you that it’d be fine, Dora even promised to stop by every day to check up on you without fail.

“It’s for your safety,” Uncle Teddy had said as they dropped you off.

You loved him, of course you did, he was your father. Though you had no fond memories of him, he seemed like the person you would get along greatly with. You’d heard a lot about his days at Hogwarts from your aunt. You were very much like him; just as reckless, having a knack for pranks (though people usually took it as a form of bullying or you being mean only because you were a Slytherin, even if your pranks were not as bad as those executed by the Weasley twins), and just as hot-tempered if not more. That’s why everyone should’ve this coming. It had started off as a normal day, waking up and having breakfast before getting to cleaning the grim place you were currently living in. All the house’s occupants were in one of the unkept rooms, getting rid of objects, which you thought had to be filled with dark magic.

You didn’t know when it happened; when the argument broke out. Ginny and Hermione were only asking you about your life all these years with the Tonks. Everyone should’ve seen it coming but no one had any inkling that it would escalate to this.

“You left me! You left to get revenge, without thinking for a second what would happen to me. And you came back for revenge, to protect your godson. That was enough motivation for you to leave that prison after 13 years, the rat’s picture and his safety. I wasn’t a good enough excuse to have escaped years ago, the thought of me, alone, wasn’t enough for you. I was never enough, was I!?”

Your words echoed through the silence of the house, everyone still, dumbfounded. Not even the portrait of your grandmother made a sound. The impact of your words far too great.

You knew he had escaped, but you never met. Not until this summer when you were forced to move into your ancestors’ house. He hadn’t come looking for you back in your 3rd year - he had come looking for him. The boy with the lightning scar marking his forehead from the night you lost your chance at having a life with your father. The boy who wasn’t here, for his own protection. The boy everyone seemed to drop everything for and for some that included their own daughter.

You don’t know when the argument had broken out and escalated this far, no one saw it coming. The previous playful atmosphere that hung in the air disappeared, replaced by an ambience that reeked of agony and anguish.

You, a Slytherin, a disappointment in his eyes. But truly, he was the disappointment. He left you all alone in this horrid world with no one.

“You had Remus.”

“Right,” you scoffed folding your arms across your chest, “I had a godfather who decided he couldn’t take care of me and abandoned me, not even bothering to keep in contact.”

Remus visibly flinched at the pure venom directed towards him through your words.

“That’s not my fault. I wasn’t here, what could I have done?” Sirius spoke back frustrated, throwing his hand up in the air.

“That’s the thing, you weren’t there. But it’s always James and Harry isn’t it? Harry and James,” you said defeatedly. Your shoulders slumped down as you looked down to the ground, trying to hide your tears from the rest who were staring at you, astonished but with pity. You quickly spun around on your heel and walked away, heading towards your room in this dark, repulsive house, a house that in another life you would’ve called your home.

And no one came after you.

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That was two weeks ago, and things hadn’t gotten any better. You would stay in your room when you weren’t helping Mrs. Weasley out with the cleaning. You’d sit with everyone for meals, but a tense air would surround you every time you were in the same room as your father. He hadn’t made any move towards reconciling with you, towards having a relationship with his only child. After all that you’d said that day, you really thought he would. But you were left disappointed once again.

Just when you’d thought things couldn’t get worse, Harry had arrived a few days ago. You didn’t have anything against the boy, but watching your father dote over him every second of every day hurt you more than you cared to admit.

It was currently dinner time. You were sitting next to Dora who was changing her face to sport a pig’s snout upon Ginny’s request. You found it funny, you did, but you had no energy to laugh or even muster up a smile. You felt drained. The past few days made you feel like you were suffocating in this dreadful place. Your throat felt like it was constantly constricted, refusing to let air fill up your lungs, refusing to let you breathe and let go of the heavy weight that seemed to have made its home on your chest.

“You know, I thought the first thing you’d when you got here was ask about Voldemort.”

Your father’s conversation with Harry suddenly piqued your interest. The name caused a chill to run down through everyone’s spine.

“I did!” exclaimed Harry, “but everyone said we’re not allowed in the Order. That we’re too young.”

“You are too young,” reprimanded Mrs. Weasley.

“He’s been trapped in that Muggle house for over a month! He has the right to receive answers about his questions.”

That brought about an uproar from the rest of the kids.

“Harry’s not even of age!”

“Why does he get his questions answered!?”

~“That is up to your parents.”~

“But we’re of age!”

“Harry will tell me and Hermione everything anyway!”

You stayed silent through it all knowing anything you said wouldn’t change the minds of the adults in the room. There was nothing that you could contribute that would work in your favour.

After a row between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley (in which some out-of-line things were mentioned), it was finally decided that Ron, Hermione, Fred and George would stay as Harry got to know what had been happening. Ginny, on the other hand, was to go upstairs. Though she did not go without a fight - blazing and fuming, she reluctantly made her way to her room.

“Y/N, you too. Go upstairs,” said Remus.

“I’m not going anywhere. If they can stay so can I,” you said, looking up from your uneaten dessert.

Sirius looked away from Harry towards you, appearing to just realize you were in the room as well.

“Moony’s right. Go upstairs, Y/N,” he told you.

You stayed in your seat, going back to picking at your unappetizing dessert. Your silence and staying put began to tick Sirius off.

“Y/N, I told you something,” said Sirius, trying to keep his temper in check.

“I know, I heard you.”

The silence carried on. You stayed planted on your seat, refusing to move an inch.

“Y/N Black, you are still underage, and I am your father. So upstairs, now.”

You huffed, slamming your fork down on the table as you stood up abruptly. The chair scraped back and fell onto the floor from your sudden action.

“Fine,” you said through your gritted teeth, looking directly into your father’s eyes; eyes so alike yours. Sirius felt like he had actually been scorched by the fire burning in your eyes, contradicting the sickly-sweet smile you shot at him before storming out of the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

You made your way towards the room that was temporarily yours; one that could’ve been your room if only… You shook your head trying not to dwell on such thoughts.

You were done.

Your trunk slammed against the stairs as you dragged it down, waking up Walburga Black’s portrait, screaming at everyone:

“Half-breeds, mudbloods, and blood-traitors in my house! If I was alive-,” you tuned her shouts out.

“Y/N, dear. What are you doing?”

“What I should have done a while ago,” you replied, looking up to see Mrs. Weasley, who had just escorted Ginny up to her room, peering over the banister.

You walked towards the front door through the unlit hallway, a migraine forming from the shrieks of your biological grandmother and the screeching of your trunk dragging across the floor.

You opened the door, stepping out into the summer night. The quiet took over as soon as you shut the door behind you. Your throat finally let up and expanded as you breathed in the cool summer night air, allowing your lungs to fill with large volumes of air; air that you had been gasping for the past few weeks. The heavy weight on your chest dissipated, making you feel lighter than you had ever felt; as if you could walk on clouds.

A loud ‘pop’ sounded through the empty street a few seconds after you’d raised your wand out in front of you.

You climbed onto the bus, not once looking back at the house that no one around could see, except you.

Not even when you heard a voice call out into the empty street as you disappeared along with the Knight Bus with a ‘pop’.

“Y/N!”

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kannra21 · 3 years

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Sniperhaul fanfic

ˡᵐᵃᵒ ᶦ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡᶦᵉᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ'ᵐ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᶦˢ

Overhoe finally broke out of Tartarus after a very long time. However, he couldn't have done it without the help of a certain villain mistress. 😏 Who's she and why did she choose to help this terrible (x2) man? Find out bellow.

characters: overhaul (chisaki kai) x sniper lady

word count: 3k

warnings: angst, past memories, handless overhaul, hurt, comfort, gangs, yakuza, just girl taking care of her mans

notes: I'd like to thank the person responsible for proofreading this work bc I'm supposed to keep their identity a secret. 😎 Thank you once again! And of course, the manga and characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. @meefal you were excited to see the final product so here you go, hope you like it. 🖤

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Overhaul couldn't remember how long he'd been there, he'd lost count weeks ago. The only thing he knew was that he was in "Tartarus", a prison located 5km off the coast of the Mainland. It may function like a conventional prison, but in reality, those who're deemed a severe threat toward the safety of the nation were locked up and monitored closely, regardless of whether their sentence has been decided on yet. The facility was divided into 6 levels, where the potential threat level of criminals was deemed "higher" the further underground you go. It's a prison where, once you enter, there's no chance of leaving.

He sat there in his cell, B10 being the lowest level in solitary confinement. It was too cold for his head to function and too dark for his eyes to see, with the small window above the prison doors being his only source of light. There was also an opening where prisoners received their meals, but considering that he lost his hands, the guards could easily enter without worrying too much for their well-being. They'd leave whatever they offered that day and give him a disgusted look before locking the doors after themselves. He couldn't see his reflection nor touch his face, he probably looked like crap by now. His skin was itching and he felt disoriented from all the germs occupying this space, it's been a while since he's gone out for some fresh air.

He was practically Quirkless and yet they locked him out in the worst, most dreadful place the isolation block had to offer. He couldn't even feed himself properly, he couldn't do anything by himself whatsoever. But there was only one thing left to him; he spent days and days thinking about pops, Chrono, yakuza and everything he could have if it weren't for those stupid heroes-- no, if it weren't for his plan that so grandiosely failed. It made him feel miserable, desperate even, and with grief soon followed acceptance. It was all his fault, and he needed to live with this burden for the rest of his life. Because of him, pops is still handicapped to the bed somewhere, wherever the heroes might have taken him.

He stood up and started beating the cell with his leg, curing his frustrations. He didn't know why he was doing it, it was irrational and he's hurting himself unnecessarily, but for some reason it made him feel lighter. At least he could transfer some of his inner pain to the outside world. Other criminals laughed at his patheticness, especially since they knew why the guards were allowed to enter his cell. They shouted that it was impossible to escape, but he wasn't trying to. He knew that it was useless a long time ago.

Midnight came and all the prisoners mostly fell asleep. Overhaul, however, couldn't sleep a wink. Because of the dark room he spent most of his days in, he lost his sense of time so he was pacing around, deep in thought. He couldn't dream of anything nice anyways.

"Can't fall asleep either?" a feminine voice could be heard from the other side. Wait. They allowed women here? What could she have possibly done to deserve such punishment?

He leaned his back on the doors and slid down to the floor, trying to find the right words.

"Yes." he sighed, enthusiasm lacking in his voice "But it's not like I need you to talk about my problems."

"Hm, whatever. Go beat your head against the bars. Fall unconscious, loser."

The man snorted, which might as well be his first time he ever did that.

"Well, this certainly sounds effective. It's not like I have anything to lose anyways."

"Hey." the tone of her voice was earnest, and it aroused further questions in his jumbled up head.

"What?"

"We're going to get out of here."

Is she being serious now? "Really? Because as far as I know, we're locked out here for good. We don't even know the severity of our sentences. They can do whatever they want with us."

"Not quite. You know that they're being supervised by 'The Hearts and Mind' party offshoots. They can’t do a thing to us as long as they have their heads to the pikes."

This might be true, but he didn't believe in anything the government's been telling them lately. It's only a matter of time before they switch their plans and play by their own rules, because stabbing people in the back was the only thing they've ever been good at.

"How did you end up here?"

Oh the long-awaited question. She wondered when he'd ask.

"It's not like I need you to talk about my problems."

He smiled, he liked this vicious side of hers. But he also realized that she could be nice as well because if that wasn't the case, she wouldn't spread promises of the escape. At least that's what he thought.

"Sorry about that."

"It's okay. We've all been here for a very long time, now weren't we? We lose our cool and act like total assholes."

"Direct and straight to the point I see." his deadpan voice could be heard from the other side of the bars.

"'Been raised this way, for the better or worse." it didn't sound like she was bragging, yet it felt like she was just talking about herself, honest and confident, to cover up what she felt was wrong. The incoming topic which she'd rather avoid.

The villainess didn't want to open up about her past, so she just answered his question.

"I killed people beyond counting, following AFO's orders. He always wished to become the world's greatest demon lord and thus promised us enormous change in the hero society. So in order to achieve that, he needed his underlings. And that's how I ended up here."

"You were loyal till the end."

"You know what they say; there can be no progress nor achievement without certain sacrifice."

Wise beyond her years and just as sad. He wondered how her face looked like, how the world's been treating her.

"I had my own sacrifices as well."

"Do you regret them?"

...

"I do."

Now it was her turn to snort "Really? And I thought that people situated this low couldn't have regrets. You remember what they said about us. 'Beasts in human clothing', 'Simply dreadful beings'."

He felt insulted, maybe the things she said were true but it's not like he was anything similar to these pigs he shared the same air with, unfortunately.

"I regret hurting the person important to me. The old man who once took me in when I was very young. He was the infamous boss of Shie Hassaikai."

Something clicked in her, it's such a small world they're living in, "Yakuza? I know you guys. We used to trade with you back in the days."

"Todou Gang?"

"You said it."

"But... you were a force to be reckoned with. One day you just collapsed and not a single trace could be found. According to certain sources, there was no way anyone could determine the exact cause of your downfall. So what happened?"

"I killed them all."

...

"AFO told me to kill them to prove my loyalty to him and, of course, to make sure that there was no one I could turn to other than himself."

For some questionable reasons, and he didn't dare to admit that it was empathy he felt towards a random stranger and a former gang member he shared some history with, Overhaul wanted to fill the silence that lingered between them. Perhaps, because he felt guilty for making her reveal more than what she initially intended.

"I used pops' niece, a 6-year-old girl who had an extraordinary Quirk; it allowed her to rewind a person's body back to a certain state. That means she could put a body back to before it was injured or before the person even developed a Quirk. With that, I wanted to create a Quirk-erasing drug to get rid of the Quirk society altogether and to make sure that yakuza could rise once again. I cut her skin every day to take blood samples and to test her regenerative abilities. However, pops didn't approve of it, so I handicapped him to the bed and planned on waking him up the moment I realized my plan, to make him proud of the achievement. Unfortunately, it didn't play out as I wanted and I never reached him."

The silence followed and the woman wore a disheartening smile on her face. It's not the answer she expected, she didn't ask for another sad story from another messed up person she's met in her life. But the intentions were pure and for her, it was good enough.

"We both fought for something only to lose it all, huh?" she laughed, but it was prominent in her tone that it was bittersweet.

"At least you're brought here in one piece."

"At least you can still revive your parent."

Were they comforting each other? Were they jealous of each other? Were they wallowing in self-pity? They couldn't tell. The only thing they certainly could was the embarrassment they felt from the moment they realized that some of the prisoners were eavesdropping and making fun of their vulnerabilities. See? That's what they hated the most about opening up about themselves; they were worried about their feelings being perceived as a joke. The only way to protect themselves was to rise up the walls and never let anyone get closer, except they didn't regret exchanging a word or two, as long as it was the two of them.

The next day, 8:34PM Mainland-side entrance, the guardians of 'The Bronze Gate' announced a code red security lockdown. Panic and shouting could be heard from across the hall and the security alarm announced the potential danger.

"Close any and all passageways on each floor. All workers are to enforce strict measures to maintain order."

"The surveillance system is down! It seems like we've been hit by some sort of EMP attack!"

Static waves were spreading around the metal frames and the prison doors of the isolation block unlocked. Overhaul could hear the commotion outside and the villains leaving their cells in a hurry, but as much as he tried, he couldn't push the heavy doors open.

"3 seconds until we're back online- wait... What the... With the system down we can't monitor the inside!"

"Nice, 3 seconds be damned." he beat the door with his legs, pushed the surface with his shoulders, leaned all of his weight on the godforsaken thing just so it could finally open. Nothing. It seems like he lost a couple of pounds during his stay here. He couldn't believe his eyes, this couldn't be happening to him. After all this time of patient waiting and hoping to meet pops once again, it turns out he'd be the only one still trapped and all because he didn't have any hands. He panicked, he really couldn't decide on what to do next. But then he remembered-

"Go beat your head against the bars, loser."

That's it! This might be his only chance to escape! He didn't have much time left though, he could hear the shooting nearby so he definitely needed to hurry.

"The system won't come back on!! The ones in solitary confinement are breaking out!! Inside!"

"Control unit's on site!! Execute lockdown in the isolation block!"

"Follow procedure! If even one of them steps a foot outside their cell-"

"Fire!! Open fire!!"

Muscular threw whatever he could find in this messed up place back at them, excitement prominent in his big smile "You ain't gonna kill me with those puny toys! So how about you show me the exit already?!"

Other villains were joining him, still overwhelmed by the sudden freedom they've been given "Dammit... After all that time..."

"Meat..." Moonfish mumbled as he cut his opponents with his blade-like teeth.

The villain lady joined them in the run, still carefully examining her surroundings in case they were tricked into something, "The system isn't responding to my Quirk. 'Guess Tartarus really is falling."

As she was running down the corridor, she could hear beating noises coming from one of the doors. It sounded dull so the person must have been using their head.

"Eh, don't tell me the idiot actually listened to my advice. He must be desperate."

She came to the doors and turned the circular lock in a hurry. She really didn't want to stay in this place any longer, but she couldn't leave him behind either. It's not like she could use him for anything since he was basically handless and Quirkless so why was she doing it? She didn't have an answer. Maybe it was their talk from the other day, maybe because they were both gang members with a history, maybe because of her regrets and her wish to do something right for once. Or maybe because she was just this kind. Nah, this couldn't be it, she never did anything in her life that didn't require a certain purpose. She cast her heart aside a long time ago and did what was necessary for the accomplishment of the mission. It would be weird if she suddenly started using her heart again, now wouldn't it? She was AFO's personal assassin, there was simply no way.

He came out of the room with eyes wide in puzzlement. He was finally free and ready to find pops so he could possibly revive him and try to fix things as much as he could.

They looked at each other for the first time. They never said it aloud, godforbid, but they liked the other's eyes. And perhaps the eyes were a window to a person's soul, their broken souls, tormented by the life's temptations. They were still so young, probably in their twenties, and yet they looked older at the same time. Maybe because of the seriousness in their faces, their stronger stance, the way they defied their fate. They were destined to fall apart, no one would argue with it, but circumstances drove them to take action and rise from the bottomless chasm. And now they had each other.

"We need to get out of here," she stated and pulled him by the sleeve that hung loosely from his shoulder. They escaped Tartarus and raided a small shop near the coast to change clothes and to mingle into the public unnoticed. She quickly picked out a dress and threw herself at work while Overhaul was still standing by the shop display, looking out for the potential intruders.

He couldn't erase the thought of this being some sort of a really weird first date; the girl coming out of the stall and the guy examining her looks. He shook his head, he never had this kind of thoughts in his entire life. He needed to pull himself together.

The bob-hair came out and adjusted the ammo on her utility belt. He looked at her from the corner and she was stunning; intimidating with a tad bit of femininity in design. He stood there and watched how good it fit her curvy form. The thoughts wandering in his head sounded so wrong, terribly wrong. He needed to bring himself to stop.

"Oh right, I almost forgot." she took a shirt off the shelf and came to him, showing him the garment in her hands "You need a little help, right?"

"Sure.'' his voice was small and he stood still while she undid his buttons. Maybe from the outside he looked completely calm, but from the inside he was a complete mess. He looked at her face and wondered if she knew, the kind of effect she's having on him. She raised her head and he looked to the side, there's no way he could look her in the eyes at this point. He hoped she didn't notice.

"You like this one, don't you?" she asked, filling the awkward silence.

"Looks don't matter, the most important thing is to change and avoid getting caught." She looked annoyed. Great. He wanted to shove his head though the wall. Wait… Why was he thinking that?

"I choose the clothes I like. It makes me feel better in my skin."

"You look good in it."

She looked at him surprised and he quickly corrected himself "the dress looks good."

"Sure." she trailed off and put the new shirt over his shoulders. She could feel his muscles tensing. This was probably because of the cool air, she assured herself.

"Why did you break me out of Tartarus? It's not like I could be of any use to you."

She buttoned up his shirt and fixed the wrinkled parts on the garment, hand accidentally brushing over the left side of his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Well... that was a surprise.

"I thought that maybe you could be of some use to the demon lord. Not Quirk-wise, but you may offer a valuable set of information. Something that the demon lord would appreciate greatly." she could feel it slowing down and her heart dropped just as much.

"But also because I... liked you."

He looked at her incredulously and she smiled. She pinched him to bring him out of the trance and he complained. "Don't be awkward, say something."

"I like you too... I, this is my first time I ever said this to anyone. It's weird."

She slapped him gently on the shoulder and he reached to take it but, yea, no hands.

"What the hell?"

"You're the one who's weird. But I guess that I like you this way." she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek "Ew, you should definitely shave though. No doubt about it."

The former yakuza boss swore; he'll never understand women. But for some reason he couldn't deny that he was particularly drawn to this one. He wondered if pops would approve of her.

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Heart of the Ocean

A/N: this is an idea I’ve had for months and finally started working on a while back^^

Pairing: sailor!Dabi x reader

Description: You had met many sailors in your life growing up by the sea, but there was only one like him.

Warning: Dabi is Touya, drunk sailors being assholes, plot with some sort of porn (public sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, oral (receiving))

Word count: 10732 (omg a long boi)

Playlist:

The Sailor’s Wife//Birdeatsbaby

Playing Love//The Legend of 1900 soundtrack

Friday I’m In Love//Phoebe Bridgers cover

For your entire life, you had never been able to stay far away from the ocean. The saltiness in the air in your nostrils was the first smell you know, the horns blown from the ships every morning being the sound you woke up to each day. It was not like you ever thought of leaving the town, but there were times when you stood on the sand, feeling the tides brushing past your toes, and you wondered who you would be if you were no longer near the sea.

Night had drawn upon the little harbor town you called home but the day had barely started at the tiny tavern you spent your every waking moment in. Roars of men arm wrestling at the corner. Obscenities and vulgar slurs from drunken seamen. Loud thumps of jugs banged down onto wooden tables. The pub owner yelling at you to get faster on your feet. Your own voice that was worn out from the busy night calling back and sliding past the thin gaps between chairs.

There was nothing grand about working at the tavern by the port. Your apron always started the day clean and ended with splatters of stain on it, your arms were sore from carrying the dirty dishes, your hand wrinkly from being soaked in soap water for too long. It wasn’t a fancy job by any means, but it was a job no less.

You let out a heavy sigh as you slammed down the large basket of water, grimacing at the greasy dishes in it. You were shooed out to the alleyway behind the tavern to rinse out the dishes, the noises from inside reminding you that you either work quick or get a round of scolding from the chef. He was a nice man, but he did not tolerate anyone slacking on a busy night.

The tavern crew called it the alleyway, but it was more like a small part of the deck. If you took one wrong step, you would end up in the icy water. The only illumination you had was the dim light leaking from the window and the lamp post lining along the coast with flickering flames. It was only the sound of waves washing up against the shore, the sound of people singing from inside drowned out by the ocean water. It was only you and the moon, looking upon you as you grabbed a wooden crate lined up at the side and pulled it by the basket.

Sometimes, you wondered if this was all there was to your life, destined to grow old by the sea and never ridding the smell of salt water in your hair.

“Miss me, doll?”

You yelped, lips pursing into a frown when you heard the laughs from the man who startled you.

You had no idea what, and why Todoroki Touya liked to mess with you so much, but at that moment when you saw his stupid grin after sneaking up on you in that dark alleyway, you were sure that the reason didn’t matter.

Touya first showed up at the humble port on a summer afternoon, when the smell of sea water and the moist in the air made fabric stick to your skin. You hated summer by the sea. You had dreaded being dragged to the port but your friends insisted that you went with them. The glaring sun didn’t seem to bother them as much as it did to you when they nudged you to look at the pier, where sailors from a merchant fleet were unloading the cargo.

It did not take you a second glance to spot the fiery shade of red, standing out from the meek colours of the cotton of his shirt. He was not from here, no one around this area had hair like that. Auburn was the shade of fire, of autumn leaves shining under the sun, and the water was not forgiving towards things that burn.

Ships come and go, you had seen your fair share of pretty faces turning ugly the moment booze land on their tongues to be blinded by the thin lips and sharp jaw.

You did not expect him to look up and stare right at you, blue eyes piercing into yours as you stood there uninterested. For a while he watched, waiting for you to look away first and join in on your whispering friends. But you didn’t, you crossed your arms and tilted your head, unimpressed.

And he smiled, a glint in his eyes like a ripple in the night shore, before turning away like nothing had happened.

That night, the group of men, like any other who stopped at the harbor, barged into the pub right as the sun sank. The lean boy was held by a man much larger than he was with an arm swung around his neck, an amused smile tugging on his lips as the elder man yelled about how it would be a disrespect if he didn’t get drunk at the night of his first voyage. You had tried to pretend that his presence didn’t stand out to you that whole night but the moment your eyes stopped at his table and you saw him looking right at you. When that same sly grin slowly creeping onto his face the moment your eyes met, you knew that you were not getting rid of him anytime sooner.

He would drop by the bar every night whenever his crew anchored at the port. Sometimes with the other men of the ship, sometimes alone under the dimmed lights and waiting to hop out of his hiding corner as you show up. He was charming, a bit too try-hard at that to the point where you no longer feel even a hint of fluster under his flirtatious remarks or narrowing gaze.

There were plenty of people like him around the port. People who tried their hands at sweeping young girls off their feet and left early in the morning as their ship sails, never to come back the moment they get what they want. There were plenty of people like him, and you were smart enough to brush past your heart stammering at his colourful words knowing that there was nothing more to it than just that.

“I’m busy.” you clicked your tongue, scrubbing at the back of the plate with the sponge even harder as he kneeled down next to you.

“We haven’t seen each other for weeks and this is how you greet me?” he said, his smirk badly concealed under his forged pout, “You wound me, doll.”

You sighed, “If I don’t get back in there soon I’ll get yelled at, so I really don’t have the time to play your little games right now.”

“Games?” he said, his eyes squinting together and his expression unreadable, “I wasn’t-”

“If you’re not gonna help then please just leave.”

He huffed, but still picked up the drenched towel in the basin despite his own unwillingness. You snorted as he started scrubbing at the plates, mumbling about how he could never get a break even after leaving the ship.

“The things I do for you...”

You were expecting him to be relentless with his attempts to rekindle the conversation as he always did but somehow, he was fairly helpful in getting work done for you. It was just the two of you, crouching by the basin as the waves washed by down below the deck. The noises from within the tavern drowned out by the water.

You had met your fair share of sailors with pretty faces to not be bothered by his smooth words, or at least so you thought. There were numerous times when your eyes would wander to his hair, his nimble fingers dipping into the water and making some of the soap spill onto the wooden platform. It was an incautious slip of mind that took you to places where you convinced yourself was not worth the risk travelling to, one where fire burns bright and you wonder if his hand would feel just as hot as the flames in his eyes.

But it was best for thoughts to remain as such, sea water would only scorch you even more after you were burnt.

“How do you fancy sitting down with me after your shift ends?” Touya asked as he trailed behind you, his hands inside the pocket of his pants while leaning down to be at your level.

You scoffed, trying to keep your pace as the heavy basket of now cleaned dishes weighed you down. “As if you would wait until I can finally leave after the tavern closes up.”

He laughed, ignoring your protests as he took the basket off your hand with a yank. “Aw, you know I won’t mind waiting if it’s you.”

“Why don’t you just go find someone else?” you said, failing to take the plates back as he skillfully dodged your extended arms with a swift turn, “Plenty of people in this port would die to have you even look at them, you know that right?”

“Well, I couldn’t care less about other people. I’m still holding out for the day you look at me the way I look at you.”

You snorted. “How do you look at me then?”

“With nothing but fondness and adoration, of course.”

You could hear the bell from the light tower offshore as you walked. He looked away with a breathy laugh, seeing that you were not buying any of it. If you had done so little as lift your head up, you would see the way his eyes dimmed. But you didn’t, as always. You never looked at him when he wanted you to.

“Oi!”

A slurred yell from the other side of the road caught your attention. You groaned internally when you saw the few men sitting on the steps of the tavern door. Their hats were crooked on their heads, the top buttons of their shirts hastily undone and their faces deeply flushed. You did not need to even look to know that these men were nothing but a drunken mess. They were all wearing the same pin on the chest of their jacket, one with a crown at the top and a ribbon dangling from the edge.

The pin was a sign that these men were under the crown. You grimaced, holding back the urge to roll your eyes. Even when they were a slobbering mess, they would still wear that pin like it was a badge of pride, like that shining piece of metal made them any special than those who couldn’t afford to have a gold lining on their hats.

“Ignore them.” You whispered, your pace quickening as you beckoned Touya to catch up.

“Oi!” the man shouted again. You froze in place when you saw him standing up with a glass jug in hand from the corner of your eye. “What’s the rush, pretty thing?”

Your skin crawled when you heard his companions laughed wolfishly.

“Aren’t you a lovely one?” he swung the jar around as he slowly paced closer, forcing you to take a few steps back to distance from the drunken man, “Why don’t you come with us? It’s a long night and I’m sure we can have a lot of fun together...”

Touya was quick to react when the man was about to reach his hand out, pulling you by the arm so that he could shield you.

“Ah, what’s this?” the man snickered before letting out a choked hiccup, “Some cheap seaman protecting his whore?”

He didn’t budge even as you clutched his sleeve, trying to pull him away. “Leave them alone.” He spoke in a tone that you had never heard from him before. His voice was low, each word dripping in sternness.

“Touya, let’s just go...”

“Why don’t you let them speak for themselves, hm?” the man mocked. You watched in fear as Touya clenched his jaw when the man tried to look past his shoulder to stare at you with a creepily wide grin, “I’m sure me and my men can pay you way better than whatever this lowlife is offering you-”

You gasped when Touya lunged forward and punched the man square in the jaw. The man was too drunk to react, stumbling a few steps back before looking up with blood-shot eyes. You were too stunned to object when Touya pushed you out of the way as the other men stood up. You winced when they rolled their sleeves up. They were drunk and barely walking in straight lines but even in that state, they could still easily put Touya in a tough spot just by outnumbering him.

Your heart was leaping in your chest as you watched him threw himself into the fight, one that he could have avoided easily if he didn’t try to defend you. You barely had the heart to look as the sound of punches and grunts of pain echoed in the night street. You clutched your hands, cursing yourself for not being any more helpful.

Please be ok, you bite your lips and prayed, please be ok...

You breathe stopped when you heard the sound of glass shattering. Your eyes widened when you saw Touya barely able to stand up, the men scurrying away and leaving the sharp pieces of glass on the floor. Rushing forward, you tried to support his frame when he collapsed onto you.

All you could see was red as the smell of rust invaded your senses.

He forced out a chuckle from the back of his throat as his hand gripped your shoulder for leverage. “Don’t look so worried doll... I’m alright...”

“No you’re not! You... you...” you stuttered as you watched more blood seep out of the busted wound at the side of his head. His skin was tainted with it, blurring away the red of his hair as the strands were soaked with a darker, more gruesome shade.

“It’s just blood-”

“You’re coming in with me.” You said, trying to walk towards the door with his weight on you.

“You’ll get into trouble for it-”

“Did I ask?” You hissed, immediately softening your voice after realising that you were near yelling at him.

“Alright, alright...” he mumbled.

He stared at you the whole time as you tried to carry him into the tavern. Your brows were locked together and lips pursed into a thin line. He could see the way you struggled to walk with him latching onto you like that but you never stopped your steps. The pain was pulsing through his body and he could feel his head pounding. But at that moment, he could swear that the warmth that was erupting in his chest was close to resembling joy.

“Wow,” he said in a whisper and you glanced at him. He smiled when he saw the unmasked worry in your eyes. “you’re even prettier up close...”

You sighed and he laughed, as struggling as he was. “Shut up,” you said, ignoring that way you could feel his heartbeat at the side of your ribcage, “you are making this worse for yourself.”

Your skin heated up when he leaned down at your shoulder, his lips almost touching the skin of your neck.

“Now that’s my feisty doll...”

Even as seasons changed, the little town by the sea you lived in never showed it all that much. Birds started travelling down from the northern seas and sometimes you would shiver a little when you went for a stroll by the port without a shawl on but other than that, autumn was just like any other time when you were near the sea. You heard that in some places, all the trees would turn into shades of red and yellow by the time wind started blowing, but that was something you could only imagine.

You decided to leave our house a bit earlier than you needed to on this windy day so you could make it to the tavern way before you were needed. It was a pain to have your hands soaked in water and scrubbing with all your might when the weather gets cold, you much prefer taking your time instead of rushing.

Turning into the corner of the alleyway, you jumped when you felt a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around your torso from behind your back.

You melted when you heard the familiar voice of your lover.

“Miss me, my love?”

“Touya!” you beamed. Spinning on your heels to leap into his opened arms, yours immediately flung around his neck as he held you tight, lifting you up to do a little swirl before putting you back onto your feet again. You held his grinning face in your hands as you pulled him in for a much waited kiss.

It had been too long since you last saw him, and every time you thought of the red leaves from the faraway lands it only fueled how much you wished he could be there with you every day instead of having to wait weeks between each time you could be in his arms like this.

Touya chuckled as you pecked his face all over. First his forehead after you brushed away his hair that fitted perfectly for the season, then his nose, and along his jaw as you stood on your toes.

“So you missed me that much huh?” He laughed when you playfully hit his chest before pulling you in to taste your lips again. You sighed as you leaned against him, feeling his warmth as he wrapped his arms around your frame, hugging you close with your face snugged closely against his neck.

“It has been too long...”

“I know, love...” he muttered against your hair, placing a small kiss at the top of your head, “I know...”

He wished he could just stay at the port with you, he truly did. But he needed the money he could get from the voyages the ships made. It would take him much longer to make the same amount of money if he stayed on land, given that most of what he knew had to do with sailing the high seas. For a little longer, he thought to himself as he inhaled the sweet scent of your hair, just a little more until he could finally ask the question that has been suffocating him every night he was away from you...

“How long will you be staying this time?” Touya could feel the knot in his stomach tightening when he saw your smile after pulling away. God, how he wished he could see that every day. The guilt of what he had to tell you was forming a lump at the back of his throat, but he knew it would only hurt you more if he hide it from you.

“Actually,” he took a deep breath, “the ship is sailing out tonight.”

“What?” your eyes widened as you gasped, your grip at his forearm tightening, “So soon?”

He did not say a word. The truth was, he wasn’t even supposed to be here. He had sneaked out when the rest of the crew was loading the ships despite knowing how much trouble it would cause him if the captain finds out. He just had to see you before leaving this time, it would crush him if he couldn’t even say a proper good bye.

You caressed his chin with your thumb, staring into his eyes even as he looked everywhere but you. “When will I see you again?”

“In three months.”

He could not bring himself to look at you as he heard you gasped. “That’s so long...”

“I’m sorry love,” he brought the back of your hand to his lips, kissing every knuckle as an attempt to soothe you even just a little, “but what they are offering is far too good for me to turn it down. After I come back, I’ll have made enough to stay in town for longer than I had ever had.”

He bought your hand to his cheek, leaning into your touch as you cradled his face. You knew that there was nothing you could do to stop him from leaving. That was his job, it was destined that the sea would be the biggest obstacle between you and him but that didn’t mean you would just let him leave for months without giving him something to remember you by.

His hands were immediately on your waist when you latched onto him again, kissing him again and again near frantically without a care in the world that you were at the back of a tavern where someone could walk by at any given moment.

Decency be damned, for now all you could think about was how perfect his lips molded against yours.

Touya’s breath hitched when he felt your hand trailing down his chest, “I won’t be able to contain myself if you keep doing that.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered against him, feeling his boiling his burning skin under your palm as you tucked at the linen of his shirt, “I want you now. Don’t make me wait another three months, please...”

He growled before pushing you up against the brick wall. How could he say no when you begged so sweetly like this? His hands were clawing and grabbing at anything he could reach as his tongue salvaged your mouth, drinking in all of your scent as if he was trying to get it ironed into the back of his head.

You never pulled away, even as you were panting and gasping for air from his heated kiss. You needed to make every second count, and you wouldn’t mind suffocating yourself with all of him if it meant that you would have something to hold onto for the time he was away.

Your toes were barely touching the ground as he hoisted you up, your fingers tangled in his auburn hair for leverage as his hands fumbled to pull at the vest you were wearing underneath your overcoat.

“No. Leave it, leave it-” you panted as you hastily pulled at his belt, “we don’t have time...”

He chuckled, the rumbling of his chest hitting you in full force from the close proximity you were in. You were in an alleyway and luck was all you could count on for no one to pass by at this hour to see the scandalous act you were engaging in, but right now you just wanted to feel him, to feel his warmth on your skin and his touches on your body.

Lifting you up, he pushed down the collar of your shirt and sucked at the exposed skin of your neck as he sat you on one of the barrels by the wall. His grip on your knee was near painful as he pushed your legs apart, pressing himself snugly against your sex as he left mark after mark on your soft skin. He could feel his cock throbbing at the sight of your reddened skin, knowing full well that the bruises would be enough to tell the entire world that you already belonged to someone for long enough even though it would fade by the time he stepped on the land again.

Bunching your apron and dress up around your waist, you arched back as his hands rubbed against your sopping folds, your head hitting the brick wall whilst biting your lips to stop the moans from slipping out. Your shaking hands flew to his pants and messily pushed it down, freeing his hardened cock from its confines.

No amount of self-control could stop the mewl he ripped from the back of your throat as he hilted inside of you with one swift movement of his hips. Your legs clutched around his hips, pulling him as close as you could. It would be long until you could feel the delicious stretch only he could give you again, and you wanted your body to remember everything.

You tried to have everything printed into your mind as he snapped his hips up against you in a relentless pace. His grunts as he bottomed out inside of you. The vein at the side of his shaft that made your mind hazy every time it rubbed against your walls. The way his fingers dug into your thighs. His voice getting breathier and breathier as his climax approached, incoherent mumbles of how much he loved you again and again right by your ear. You were sure you would still sense the lingering heat of his breath at the tip of your ears even after he left you, even after he sailed away.

The smell of sweat and sex filled your senses and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the empty alleyway. The barrel you were sitting on creaking with each thrust and your body shaking with it as his tip hit the spongey spot deep inside of you. Jolts of pleasure made every hair at the back of your neck stood up as your toes numbed at the sensation. With one final push, he brought you to ecstasy as strings of hot cum filled your insides and he moaned at the way you clenched down on him.

For a while you just stayed there, with him still inside you and your face buried into his chest. He was so warm, you closed your eyes as you drown in the bliss of having your lover’s body against yours for as long as you could have it for. He could feel his chest tightening up when you whined the moment he pulled away. He did not want to let go of and neither did you, but you had no choice.

You whimpered when his nimble fingers pushed back the leaking cum inside of your pussy. If he could, he would mark you up in every single way possible, inside and out. That way even when he was away, you would still have something of his in your every waking moment.

“I’ll miss you...” you muttered, pressing a soft kiss against his lips one more time.

“Me too, love...” He said, trying to force s smile onto his face as he soothed the wrinkles on your apron, “But I’ll be back before you know it, I promise.”

You did not seem to believe him but nodded nonetheless. He did not have the heart to look back as he walked away, knowing that he would be swayed the moment he saw the look in your eyes. Saying good bye was always difficult and the only thing that could make it hurt less was for him to keep reminding himself just exactly why he was boarding the ship.

One last voyage before he settles down, he thought to himself, then he would not have to spend a day away from you ever again. He smiled when he thought of how wonderful it would be to wake up next to you every morning, the way you would lean towards his side even in your sleep because you were always saying how he radiates warmth. Maybe he would take up some job in the seamen’s guilt, or a clerk in the store. Hell, even work in the tavern with you if that was what he could find. He couldn’t care less as long as he could go home to you every night when the sun sets down the horizons of the sea, how beautiful it would be as the golden light shines on the water, each ripple looking like gold on top of the ocean.

Gold, like the band of the ring he saw in the shops the other day. When he got back, he would have enough money to buy you that ring.

Todoroki Touya smiled at the thought of it, and how wonderful everything would be when he came back to you.

He never came back.

You were always thinking of him whenever he was away, always. No matter how long his voyages were, one day or one month, there wasn’t a moment when you shivered at the thought of what might have happened to him on sea. The ocean was a vast place, one that was mysterious and unforgiving. The only thing that kept you going on with your life like there wasn’t a looming concern at the back of your head each day was the knowing that with each agonising day passed, the time when you would be together again gets closer and closer.

The first three months were painful, but nothing you couldn’t manage. He had been away before, it was just that this time it was longer and as the temperature dropped, your mind always wandered to a time when he would hold your hand and keep you warm.

You waited for the ship to come into the port the day he was supposed to be back. Your head immediately snapping up at each blow of the horn that signaled a new ship was coming in only to lower your gaze in disappointment when none of them was the one that had your lover on deck. You waited until the town was turning dark, but there was no sign of the sailor with red hair anywhere on the otherwise blue sea. You told yourself that it would be alright as you went home with a heavy heart, that ships had to change their schedule all the time. Nothing would happen to him, it would be fine.

You struggled to fall asleep when you were tossing and turning in your bed that night, the unnerving feeling of something going wrong stuffing your chest until it felt like you couldn’t breathe.

You went back to the pier the next day, and the day after that, and the many many days to follow, but the ship never came. You could not shake away the gut feeling that something must have happened no matter how hard you tried. Each morning as you went out the door, you thought to yourself that this is the day. He would be back today and everything would go back to normal, it must be it. But alas, time flew by fast since the day that marked the end of the supposed three month sail yet you never once spot even a fragment of Touya anywhere.

You were starting to grow paranoid as the weather got colder and colder. Whenever you spot a flash of red out from the corner of your eye, your mind would instantly raced in false hope only to be let down even more when you realised that it was only your longing messing up your mind. Everything reminded you of him The dark alleyway where you last felt his lips on yours, the sound of men yelling as they unload the trunks onto the pier, the ripples in the night shore that brought you back to the first time you ever looked into his eyes.

There were rumours that the merchant’s fleet was attacked by pirates on the high seas, that all of the men were slaughtered for the stock that was at the bottom of the ship. Some said that it was a storm that sank the ship to the depths of the cold water. Stories floated around the small town by the port, but the only thing in common about them was that none of the crew survived the voyage. Some days you would walk into the town square or pass by a group of chattering people only to see the look on their faces as they spotted you. It was a look of pity as they bite their tongue in your presence, an act out of kindness but only served to nail the possible truth you tried so hard to avoid deeper into your head.

At heart, you knew the bit of hope you were clutching onto was near delusional, a blind lie to yourself to keep you going. But you did not want to just let it be, you always felt a pang of guilt straight into your chest whenever your mind did so little as start to believe that he was dead. You did not want to believe that he was gone. Because if you started to move on, who would remember him when there was no more talk of the ship that never came back?

You went and sat by the port every day without fail even as everyone around you tried to stop you, until the day you fell terribly ill. It was the wind from off shore, the doctor said to your family as you laid on the bed. You were burning up, your head pounding like drums and a dull ache shooting through your system with even the slightest movement. You could barely open your eyes without seeing white, and there was a moment when you thought that it was it. Your parents clutched your hand when they saw you weep, cooing about how it would be alright and that you would be cured in no time. But was not death you feared. Oh no, you didn’t mind the idea of your consciousness drifting away. But what if he made it back? What if one day, after spending so long floating on the sea or struggling to even survive, your love made it back to the small town only for you to be nowhere to be seen? It was the thought of him pushing open the tavern door or walking into the alleyway at the back frantically searching for you that made the droplet of water rolled down your chin.

When you closed your eyes, it was his face you see in the faint hue of white.

Much to everyone’s relieve, you recovered. They banned you from going to the pier again despite your relentless begging. No amount of tears could let them budge. They nearly lost you once and they would do anything to stop it from happening again. For a while, they did not even let you go into the tavern, fearing that you would do something impulsive and irreversible with it being right next to the shore. If you were constantly clouded by sorrow before, now you were a body without soul as you were trapped inside the house with nowhere to go. Your eyes were hollow, and often it would take several calls of your name for you to even react to anyone around you. Some days you would just sit by the window and stared outside for hours, listening to the faint sound of the ocean and the ships as your dying heart swayed to the waves crashing onto the shore.

Eventually, you returned to the tavern. Life had to go on somehow, and money didn’t grow on trees. It did not take much observation to know that you had changed. You did not have the same life to you as before, only nodding silently at whatever command that was thrown your way. Days flew past without you even trying to count it, and soon it was years after you last saw him. Many had tried to sweep you off your feet, people who did not know that your heart had already left with the young sailor with red hair who never returned from his voyage. You always turned each and every single one of them down with a smile, claiming that you already had someone in your life.

You had met plenty of sailors with pretty faces in your time by the sea, but there was only one like him, even though he too left and never came back.

Then the king’s men came.

The entire town flipped upside down when the Royal Messenger’s horses and carriages stopped in front of your humble house. The group of knights and servants filling up the streets as the horns blown. Your small town had never seen something as grand and extravagant as the march of men crowded into the narrow streets, silk flags and the finest horses looking out of place in the brick road with mosses between the gap of each tile. Your parents gingerly opened the door when the heard the messenger calling out your name with a scroll in hand. Why, of all the people in this place, would they be looking for you?

You felt nothing when you were told that the crown prince of the kingdom wanted to marry you. Told, not asked, royalty did not need to ask for permission to marry a commoner who worked at the seaside tavern. The messenger claimed that the prince spotted you by the pier when he was travelling through the kingdom in his disguise and fell head first in love. You did not look shocked, and the man with the scroll and gold badge on his chest eyed you with a sense of bewilderedness on his face, as if he was expecting you to laugh, or even cry at the news that such honor as the prince taking a liking towards someone like you would happen to you.

Your parents eyed you in fear as you stayed silent, nervous that you would say anything to offend the crown. You lowered your head, letting out a shaky breath as you shut your eyes tight. Your body resisted the thought of marrying someone that wasn’t Touya with every fiber of its being and your mind was screaming at you to say no. But you couldn’t do that, your answer was not needed as a reply to a request that was never raised to you as a question. It was a demand, a notice that you must comply with the decision that was made for you.

So you nodded as you curtsied, and you could hear the sigh of relieve from everyone around you. The man rolled up the parchment in delight before leaving, and the streets were as emptied as nothing had happened in no time. You grimaced, but hid it well under a smile. They did not need to know that your heart was ripping into a million pieces, and it was not like they cared.

You cried over your lost love for the last time that night, knowing full well that the luxury of grieving would be taken away from you the moment you were sent away to the court.

Everything was a whirlwind from there onwards. The prince sent an entire band of men to pick you up from the town and guard you on your way to the capital. As the horses trotted away and you could no longer hear the sound of waves or seagulls flying atop of your head, you realised that this would be the first time you were so far away from the sea. The court sat in the middle of the entire kingdom, surrounded by land in all four directions. You stayed in a large chamber, one with the biggest bed you had ever seen and four posts on the corners. You slept on linen and sheets made out of silk, the mattress softer than anything you had ever felt in your entire life. Yet there were numerous nights when you just lay there on the bed with our eyes wide opened. You did not know that you were so accustomed to the sound of the sea and the distant bell of the towers that sleeping in absolute silence felt absurd.

Every day you would be wakened up by a handmaiden, who will proceed to inform you of all the things you need to tend to while dressing you up. It was always things you needed to try on, fittings you needed to go to, people you needed to meet. Everything was already planned and going smoothly according to the royal family’s wishes, and you were just a doll in this game of dress up. Your opinions on the wedding were never asked for, all you needed to do was be there in your dress and walked down the aisle for the entire kingdom to see.

You met the prince several times, he would often stop by to inspect on the preparation of the wedding when he was free of his princely duties. He was nice, charming and courteous but that was about it. You did not feel anything as he looked into your eyes, or when he kissed the back of your hand. They felt like nothing but mere gestures, with no warmth to it and no meaning behind. He would often try to tell you about his day, and proceed to ask if the servants of the court were treating you well, as if he did not appoint every one of them himself. He did not seem to be interested in asking about you and you could swore he seems more confused than anything else when you brought up the way people do things back in your small town by the sea.

Sometimes, when you were shoved around in dresses and trying to laugh at unfunny jokes made by people you could not fit into, you wondered what your wedding would be like if you were marrying him instead.

You woke up at daybreak on the day of your wedding.

The noises of people rushing down the halls and the chaos in the court apparent even when the sun had barely risen. It was a big day for the kingdom. For after today, the country would have a new princess.

You were hurried off to get dressed the moment you opened your eyes. They leathered you in soup and warm water, putting fragranced oils on your wrist and your neck, where the prince would near when you danced that night. It took an entire group of maids to put you in your dress. It was a beautiful gown, made out of pearly silk and every inch of the fabric covered in gold embroidery. When you moved, it was like there were jewels all over you, a careful illusion by the finest craftsmen of the court. You sat there like a lifeless figurine as they put on jewel after jewel onto your neck, before finally placing the gold headpiece on top of your head. You looked like a princess, even you had to admit that the court’s seamstresses and jewel makers did a wonderful job at making you more glamorous than you probably were.

You stared at the reflection in the mirror that was you but didn’t quite feel like you, and felt shivers on your skin when the reality that this was what your life would be like from now on settled into depths of your soul.

“Can I have a moment to myself?” You asked, wishing to treasure the last bit of time you had still being yourself and not princess of the kingdom.

You sighed in relieve when the maid bowed before exiting the chamber, your face falling the moment the heavy wooden doors slammed shut.

How was it that it was already this time of the day? You thought as you stared at the golden light shined onto the walls through the window. In midst of the chaos of it all, you had lost your concept of time. Your heart fell when you realised that this meant it was getting closer and closer to the moment you were to walk into the cathedral and lie in front of the gathering crowd that you loved someone when you were certain that it was not something your half-dead heart was capable of doing anymore. A lie that would carry on until your final breath the moment you uttered those three words at the end of the aisle and sealed it with a band on your finger.

Your thoughts was interrupted by a frightful cry from the hallway. You snapped back, froze in fear at the unknown screams from down the halls as you stared at the door, wondering what you were supposed to do.

“The pirates are breaking into the castle!” Your blood curled at the shouts and the panic of the people outside, “Guards! Guards-”

Looking out of the window, you could see flames rising from the castle walls. They had set fire to the gates. People ran to take cover in the court as the invaders broke down the door and you did not have the guts to keep looking. You wanted to crawl into the ground when you heard the sound of weapons unleashing. The heavy steps of men rushing down the court echoed through the wooden doors and followed by yells, grunts, until you heard the thump of bodies fallling onto the floor.

“Princess!” It was the same maid that had just dressed you screaming at the top of her lungs, her voice almost breaking as she squealed, “Do not come out!”

You were just as horrified of metals clashing and men shouting as you were of silence. You had no way of knowing what was going on, no method of keeping yourself safe except staying inside and wait for everything to unfold, You felt defenseless, and in a sense, you were.

“Hello princess.”

You grabbed the closest thing you could get from the vanity as a chilling voice rang from behind your back. You spun to face the owner of the voice, gripping onto the candle holder you could get your hands and pointing it at whoever it was that broke in.

It was a man. A lean man, with a mask covering his face and a sharp blade in hand. Unlike you, he seemed to be oddly relaxed in the situation, as if everything was under his control.

“Do not come near.” You tried to hold back the shaking of your voice but the man only let out a roaring laugh at your pitiful attempt at sounding threatening.

“Oh, aren’t you a feisty one...” He mocked as he took one step forward. You stepped back, dreading as you felt the cold hard wall behind your back.

“Who are you?” You questioned, not putting your arm down even though you knew the piece of metal in your hand was no match for his sword.

“Does it matter?” He sneered. “Why would the precious princess want to know the pirate’s name?”

He snickered as he brought the blade to your face, lifting your chin up by the tip of his sword. You froze in place, one wrong move and he could easily slit your throat.

“Such a pretty face...” he taunted as he turned your face to the side, “The face of someone who spent their days breaking hearts...”

You felt your skin heating up. Not from fear but from anger. How dare this man who did not even bother to tell you his name came in and mock you?

“You know nothing about me.” You did not budge from the cold metal beneath your chin, staring straight at the man behind the mask as you spoke.

“Oh, but maybe I do,” he said. You wondered what look he was wearing as he speak, each word dripping with poison. There was an eerie feeling at the pit of your stomach that you had heard this voice before. “tell me, what poor man did you leave anyone behind when you went off to marry the prince-”

“Don’t you dare speak of him,” Your own coldness was a surprise even to you, and the man seemed to be taken back by your sudden outburst, “You think I want to be here? You think I want to leave everything I know? I loved one man and that man is gone. I spent days, months even, crying over him but he never came back.” you swallow the bitterness at your tongue, “So don’t you dare come accuse me of breaking hearts when the only heart that was shattered was mine. if you want to kill me, make it quick.”

The man stayed silent, you could feel him looking at you even though you couldn’t see his eyes.

“You’re coming with me.”

“No-”

You tried to fight back as he went to grip your wrists. You were no match to his strength and your arms hurt from the way he was twisting it behind you but you did not give in. He would not hurt you for whatever reason it was, that was one thing you came to understand because he had have many chances to just slit your throat but he didn’t. He let out a painful yelp when you bite his hand, successfully forcing him to let go. With your racing mind, your hands went right towards the edge of his mask in midst of your panic.

You gasped when you tear the mask away.

There were scars littering all across the lower half of his face, staples holding up the rough muscle from the corner of his mouth all the way to his eats. His hair was black like burned coal, like what was left after a fearful fire raged through the woods.

Nothing about him was the same as you remembered from years ago. But those eyes... Oh, those blue eyes that reminded you of the sea, of your home. You could recognise those eyes wherever you go.

“Miss me, princess?” He sneered, a million type of emotions lining his words until you could not make out what it was.

Your voice came out as nothing more than a whisper.

“...Touya?”

“No,” he grimaced, not wanting to read the look you have on your face as he watched your eyes widened, “Dabi.”

You had heard that name before. You had heard about the pirate that roamed the high seas together with his merciless crew. People of the port spoke of his name with fear and horror, about how none of his targets ever lived to survive the slaughter.

He was waiting for some hint of rejection, a look of disgust at what he had come to be like from you. He was not the same man who left you on the port years ago now, he had seen the world and how cruel it could be. There was blood on his hands and he did not wish to taint you with his filth even as he wanted nothing more than to reach out and feel your skin under his palms again. He was speechless when you crashed into him with full force, not being able to react when you wrapped him tight in your arms with your face buried into his chest.

Dabi regained his senses as your body shook with the first sob that leaked from your throat. Even after years apart, his reflex was still quick to react at any hint of your distress. You melted into his touch as you felt the pair of strong arms you had missed so much around your frame, not being able to contain your tears as you wallowed in the joy of being together with the man you loved and the pain when you imagined what he had gone through.

You were still heaving when you pulled away, and his heart broke into a million pieces when he saw your swollen eyes. You clutched his hand closed to your face when he brought it up to wipe away the tear in your eyes. “I thought... I thought you died... I-” you hiccupped, struggling to stop yourself from welling up again.

He pulled you close to him, his hand soothing your hair as he sucked in a deep breath to contain the wave of emotions that was threatening to break loose in his own head. “It’s alright,” he cooed, fingers threading into your hair as he pressed you against him, “I’m here now.”

You had thought that you would only hear those words in your dreams. Your hands gripped his arm tightly as if you were afraid that he would again like he was nothing but a fragment of your imagination if you let go. But he never did, and the pirate held you tight as you weep, reassuring you time after time in the softest voice that he was right there with you now.

A loud bang on the door interrupted you. You looked up in fear when you heard the sound of guards trying to bust the locked door open.

“Leave with me,” he whispered, looking into your teary eyes as he tilted your head up to look at you. There was nothing but fondness and affection in your eyes when you stared at him, just the way he had dreamt that you would be when he was floating on the cold sea after his ship had sank and even after he was picked up by passing group of pirates who let him live on a moment of mercy, “I’m no prince but I’ll treat you like a princess.”

You would go to the edge of the world with him if it meant that you could finally be together as one again, he never needed to ask.

He knew he had his answer the moment you swung your arms around his neck and kissed him with all these years of longing sealed into your lips.

Dabi’s hands were on you the moment the cabin door slammed shut.

His men were already waiting by the castle grounds when he sneaked you out from the window, groaning in complaint about how excessive those “filthy rich bastards” were with their jewelry and dresses as he bunched up your dress to help you on the horse. You only chuckled when he leaped up himself, your back against his chest as you made the run towards the closest shore where his ship anchored down to wait for its captain to return with his bride.

The king’s fleet was probably on its way in full force to chase after you right now, but that was none of your concern when your mind was fogged over by his hot lips against your neck. You could feel the rigid scars and the staples that were warmed up by his skin, and when your hand pulled at his hair there was still some part of you that had yet to get used to the black. But when you tasted his lips, it simply felt right.

Your Touya, finally back to your side even with a different face and a different name.

His hands were rough on you, puling and yanking each piece of jewelry that got in his way off your body all while never letting go of your lips. He pulled back to admire his work, feeling the rush of adrenaline through his veins at how disheveled you looked. Your faces was flushed and your lips swollen from his ruthless assault. Your eyes were glassy, your pupils blown out in lust and want as your hands grabbed at his shirt.

He climbed on top of your like a predator ready to devour his prey the moment he threw you on his bed. The frame creaked at the sudden weight on top and the linen of his sheets were rough against your skin. You could feel the ship swayed with each crash of waves against its body and the dent on the thin mattress when he perched on top of you. Blue eyes roamed all over your body, and you chuckled at how he was now taking the time to admire your form when he was just clawing and tearing at you like an animal just seconds ago.

Your back arched up subconsciously as he trailed his hand down from your heaving chest down to your stomach. He allowed himself the luxury to drink in the way you look in your wedding dress before he tear it to shreds, watching your every move as the calloused pad of his fingers traced the delicate gold lines on the fabric. You were so close to wearing this dress for someone else, he felt a pang of jealousy rose in his chest at the mere thought of another man seeing you like this. If he had not make it in time, there would be another person who got to have you beneath them, who got to touch you in places only he was allowed to touch, to hear the sweet noises you made as you were stretched out in bliss.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt his blood boil. As if feeling his rage, your hand reached for his face and forced him to look at you. Your thumb caressed the staple at the side of his cheek as you leaned up to kiss his scarred jaw, his head tilting back as you pressed wet kisses along his neck.

If it was anyone else, they would probably carefully undo each lace of the dress and store it well. It would make sense that way, each thread of the embroidery and the silk were probably worth more gold than someone would have ever obtained ever in their lives. But you were his bride, you wore the dress for him, and he would do whatever the fuck he wanted with it.

Pulling out the dagger by his belt, he held the collar of your dress and slit the fabric right at the center with one long drag of the sharp blade until you were left bare in your underthings. He licked his lips at the sight of your body that was barely concealed by the thin cotton chemise, his cock aching at the thought of what lay underneath.

He stopped you when you tried to push away the ripped silk from you. “Leave it on,” he said, pushing himself down so that he was leaning his jaw right at your pelvis. His breath fanning your lower stomach as he speak, his gravel tone sending heat right to your core. “I want to have you crying for me in that dress.”

A loud moan was ripped from your throat as he latched onto your pussy, his hand hooking your legs onto his shoulders so that his tongue could salvage you deeper and hit all the right spots. He groaned at the first taste of your arousal.

“Just as sweet as I remembered...”

His tongue was working wonders on you. Even after years since he last touched you, he still remember what to do and how to do it to get you singing for him. He knew your body like the back of his head, and each whimper from you was making it harder and harder to contain himself.

But it had been too long, and he did say he want you crying for him.

Your thighs clenched around his shoulder with each skillful flick of his tongue against your cunt. Your hand clawed at the sheets beneath you as he circled your puffy clit, sending numbing shocks of pleasure down your spine. This felt too good to be true but here he was, between your legs and devouring you like it was the first meal he had in days.

The loud slurping filled the cabin and your hands tugged his hair to beg for more friction. He was glad to comply, thumb pressing against the sensitive bud as his tongue dived in to rub against your walls. You could feel every hair on your body standing up as the first wave of pleasure washed over you, your scalp tingling as he licked and drank in your juices that was gushing onto his face.

Your shaking hands reached for him, and you moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. You could smell the moisture of the wooden walls of the cabin and the sound of waves clashing against the ship as the saltiness expanded in your mouth.

You were desperate to make up for the lost years as your tongue danced with his sloppily, your hands tugging his pants down as he pulled down the sleeves of the dress of your arms and ripping the smock off of you. He let the image of your exposed form laying on top of the white silk soaked into his mind, his cock painful to be inside of you as beads of pre leaked from the tip onto the fabric you were laying on.

He let out a choked grunt as your finger trailed along the vein of his cock.

“You made me wait for years, don’t make me wait any longer.” You mused at his reaction, a sigh slipped past your lips when he lined up at your entrance. He brushed the tip past your folds but didn’t push in, making you whine as he spread the shiny liquid all over your cunt.

“You think I don’t miss this?” he let out a dry chuckle, moaning out at your warm wrapping tightly around him as he pushed in. It felt like your body was lit on fire as he leaned down to weave his fingers with yours as he started setting a vigorous pace to his thrusts. Each slap of his hips against yours had you seeing stars and your legs hooked around his waist to pull him in closer.

“When I’m alone at the bottom of the ship,” he emphasised each word with a thrusts, “cold and lonely,” he leaned down to suck at the supple skin of your neck, “this is that I think of to keep myself sane.”

You mewled when his free hand pinched your hardened nipple. “The thought of going back to you was what kept me alive.”

You were panting against his lips as he pressed against you, the tip of his pushing in and out of you driving you wild. “So when I hear that you are marrying off to the prince,” he growled, “I knew that I need to do whatever it takes to get you back.”

You could smell the sweat on his body, his hair smelt of the sea as he buried his face at the crook of your neck and leaving bite marks everywhere he could reach. “You are mine,” you whined under him as he pressed up against you, his chest right on top of yours when he pushed his cock as far as it would reach and hitting that spongey spot inside of you, “all mine and I don’t give a fuck if I have to burn down the kingdom. No one can ruin what we have.”

The coil in your stomach tightened at his possessiveness. You had made your mind up that you were all his years ago and you never truly let that thought go even when all hope of him being alive had died. You would never love anyone like you had loved him, and now it was the two of you against the world.

“Yours,” you whimpered as he swallowed your moans with a searing kiss, “all yours.”

His thrusts got sloppier as you clenched around him, your pussy fluttering from the orgasmic bliss that you were drowning in. He clutched your hand tightly as ropes of his release unloaded inside you, never once letting you go even as he slowly calmed down from his high.

It made his chest swell when he saw drips of his cum oozing out from you onto the wedding dress, your wedding dress. Your were finally his and his alone once again, and he had the evidence for it.

You clicked your tongue when he pushed the tainted fabric off to the floor as he flopped next to you, holding you close to him as he inhaled the sweet scent of you that he missed so much.

“That thing is worth more than my entire life’s worth of salary at the tavern you know-"

"Sh,” he shut you up with a peck, “you’re not the bar maid anymore, love.”

You chuckled, burying your face deeper into his chest. He was so warm, or was it the euphoria catching up to you?

“I love you.”

His gaze on you was soft, like the surface of the sea on a sunny day. Serene and lovely.

“I love you too.”

As you fell asleep in your lover’s arms that night, surrounded by the waters that raised you, you felt like you were finally back where you belong.

You could never stay far away from the ocean.

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Show Me Some Respect

After working for years as a secretary to General Hux aboard the ship, the Finalizer, life could not have been better for you.

That was until Hux informed you that Commander Kylo Ren would be joining you on that ship. Almost immediately, you both resent each other, but after being forced to spend more alone time with him, you begin to wonder, what's so bad about him after all?

Tags on A03 Include:

-Force Choking (Star Wars)

-Fluff and Smut

-Face-Fucking

-Not How the Force is Used

-Armitage Hux Needs a Hug

-Kylo Ren is an asshole

-Y/N Makes Poor Choices

-Praise Kink

-Choking

-Cum-Eating

-Orgasm Delay/Denial

-Sexual Tension

-Sexual Abuse

-Y/N Goes Through A Lot

-Murder

-Possessive Kylo Ren

-Protective Armitage Hux

-Kylo and Hux Get Along Maybe Twice

Chapter 1: Do As He Says

A dread filled morning takes you by suspense when your boss, General Hux, riddles you with nothing but fear for your first encounter with the menacing, Commander Kylo Ren.

A/N: Hello to readers here on tumblr. I’m a little new to posting original work (especially writing) on here so bear with me as I figure it all out! I hope you enjoy my first ever Kylo Ren X Reader story (I dont use y/n cause I don’t like it, my deepest apologies)

Why’d you leave us?

A faint voice called out to you in the distance, so soft and silky, daintily whispering to you. Despite the initial faintness, it slowly began to get closer and closer, its volume ever increasing.

Your eyes fluttered open, but the bright sun blinded them, causing you to seal them shut once more. Eventually, they adjusted to the light, and you opened them to see so many large, and bare trees stretching towards the sky above you. White speckles, snow, were falling all around you, some flakes even landing on your nose.

It felt oddly peaceful, the soft moss around you feeling more comfortable than your own bed. It encased around you, smothering you with warmth and comfort. You kept your eyes shut, and felt yourself seconds from falling asleep on the slightly snow-covered ground. For just a moment, your reopened your eyes, getting one more view of your surrounding before drifting off. But then, to your horror, you saw that the ground next to you was completely covered in blood.

Your eyes widened in fear as you jolted away from your spot on the ground, and pushed yourself up against a nearby tree. The voice in the distance was coming closer towards you, and kept roaring louder and louder. The blood on the ground began to expand, seeping through the moss at an alarming rate. It surrounded the entire area around you, except directly where you were sitting.

As you glanced back up at the sky, the snow, which had now transformed into an icy hail, had begun to take on an even stranger form. In its image, flashes of their faces blew past you, and with it, followed the sound of their screams and cries. Pleading for help, for you to save them. The smell of burning wood wafted into your nostrils, and that voice in the distance was still growing louder. You knew that soon, it would be upon you.

"Wake up, wake up. Please fucking wake up!"

In a jolt of cold sweats, you gasped back to reality, frantically scanning the area around you to make sure it was safe.

"Just a dream, it was just a dream."

Your breath was sporadic, leaving you a panting and anxious mess as you pulled yourself out of bed. Even the smallest movement caused a massive amount of pain surge to through your head.

"I can't take another one of those nightmares." You thought, grabbing the glass of water from your nightstand. You looked over at your clock groggily, and your heart sank upon seeing that you had overslept, giving you little to no time to prepare for the day.

The shower water was freezing when you initially turned it on, per usual. It always felt embarrassing to have to stand outside the door, completely nude, occasionally dangling your finger under the water to see if it had heated up yet.

Over 3 years ago you began working as a secretary to General Hux, and though there was a monstrous amount of glitz and glam thought to come with such a job, it couldn't have been more painfully annoying.

Sure, Hux was somewhat kind and caring towards you, but every other person you pitifully encountered treated you like shit. They'd throw their fits when you wouldn't deliver their papers, shine their boots, tasks they very easily could've done themselves, but simply refused. It wasn't the most difficult job in the world, despite the constant hazing. However, their was a shocking increase in secretaries amongst the First Order. It was most definitely due to the jobs incredible bore-ability, and the fact whoever was placed in such a position would be treated like garbage by everyone they encountered.

You rushed through your shower, only using the time to wash your hair and then yourself. The steam from the hot water had fogged your mirror, which made it hard for you to see your hair when putting it up into two long french braids. You pulled a few strands out in the front, trying to look somewhat nice since your uniform sure didn't help. It was a shapeless, olive green suit, with baggy pants, and thick, heavy boots. The hat that came along with it also wasn't very flattering, but it wasn't like anyone saw you other than your crewmates, and General Hux.

You took another swig from your cup of water as you stared out your glass window and into the infinite galaxy. Your brain decided to alert you of how Hux would be ridiculously pissed off if you were late, as today was one of the days you dreaded most of all since you began working on the Finalizer. The ship would be making its way back to Starkiller base, and you were anything but excited for that.

Several technicians raced by you, heading off to fix some malfunction in the interior of the ship. You always looked at them and wondered if they enjoyed their jobs here, or if, just like you, it was a love-hate relationship.

You entered the control room, staring the other programmers and pilots plugging away at their stations. Though they didn't technically fly the Finalizer, their work was incredibly important. You liked to think yours was important as well, but in reality, it was pointless. Technically, you were Huxs' right hand. As a result, he told you practically anything and everything. So it was more like you were a glorified therapist that followed him around like a lost pet.

"Cadet," a voice said behind you. General Hux was standing at the entrance to the control room, looking a lot more frazzled than usual. "Will you walk with me for a moment?"

You nodded, following closely behind him. Unlike usual, you decided to keep your mouth shut, hoping he would start to explain why he looked so disheveled and unnerved, but he didn't say a word. It was becoming harder to not acknowledge how his body trembled intensely with ever step he took.

"General, if I may ask, is everything alright?" You questioned sweetly, trying not to sound disrespectfully intrusive.

Hux let out a heavy sigh, stopping for a moment to rest against a nearby wall. "I am, not alright," he panted, his voice shaking more than his body was. "When we arrive at Starkiller base, you're going to have to meet The Commander, and I already know you two will not get along."

Your face recoiled as you began to dig into the back of your mind. "Did he mean Commander Ren? That stubborn brute?" You laughed to yourself, while Hux was seconds from engaging in a panic attack.

"This is no laughing matter cadet!" He hollered, his voice nearly cracking at every syllable.

You let out a long sigh. "Hux, I can deal with Kylo Ren. He doesn't scare me at all."

"He should scare you," Hux stated plainly. "My last secretary, before you. He made one simple mistake, and Ren saw to it that the poor boy was eradicated."

Your eyes grew wide with fear, darting away from his gaze so he couldn't see the horror on your face. Hux said it plain as day, if you made so much as one, small mistake, Commander Ren would personally see to it that you were eradicated as well.

Hux groaned. "We both work for the same Supreme Leader, which means I have to work with him." His breathing patterns began to grow more heavy and frantic, and his face flushed with a vibrant red.

You tried to calm him down, as you knew the ship couldn't make the entire flight back without his orders. The two of you had gotten rather close, and you had a lot of respect for him. He'd come in some days looking like he'd seen a ghost, and you wouldn't have been shocked if he had. If the Commander managed to make Hux, your boss, that anxious, you knew this couldn't be good.

After what seemed like seconds, you had arrived at your destination. Just the sight of Starkiller base sent shivers down your spine.

Sure, you'd been their plenty of times, but you never had to willingly interact with the Commander before. In fact, you'd never so much as seen the smallest fragment of his figure. Which would make his reveal all the more terrifying.

As you approached the landing bay, the large metal doors began to open to allow your entrance in. Hux came up behind you, his posture had been perfected, and all expression on his face had been wiped. He looked like a whole new man, and you weren't sure that if you wanted to get on the Commander's good side, you'd have to become a whole new woman.

"The Commander would like us both to meet with him in his quarters before he joins us onboard." Hux said, his voice shaking. You nodded as you took one more look at the hull of the control room, not sure if it was your last.

The pair of you made your way from the control room, to the landing bay. A small craft would take you from the Finalizer to the bay on Starkiller, but you wanted nothing more than just to stay put. There were ways where you could completely avoid the Commander for the entire duration he was here, you hoped. You would just have to hide in a waste bucket every time he came near Hux, and that didn't seem so bad. You groaned, glancing over at Hux as the cruiser landed rather dramatically at the center of the bay.

“Hux, he’s going to hate me, isn’t he?”

He sighed, placing an awkward arm on your shoulder, his attempt at comfort. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

As the pair of you walked down the long hallways of the Starkiller base, it felt as if you were walking to your doom. Which, in reality you probably were. Two stormtroopers had been sent to escort you from the ship to Commander Rens' quarters. They didn't say a word the entire trip to said quarters, despite Hux's several attempts.

Eventually, the four of you arrived at what you presumed to be the Commander's meeting room. The two troopers walked up to the door, placing a loud knock on it to signal their arrival, and then stationed themselves on either side of it. Hux took in a deep breath as he began typing into a small keypad attached to the entrance, and then, the door was open.

"Commander, my apologies on us being later than normal." Hux said, walking through the doorway to the meeting room.

"Oh Gods."

Commander Ren looked like nothing you had expected, though you couldn't really see all of him. He was tall, absolutely massive, his muscles practicality protruding from his sleeves. But his face, you couldn't see so much as an outline of that. Covering it was a thick, solid metal mask, breathing canal and all. He was a true Vader knock off.

He slowly turned around, a feeling of pure rage wafting off of him. For a brief moment, you were certain he was seconds from smashing Huxs' head in, but then he stopped dead in his tracks. His head titled from Huxs' body to your own. Though you couldn't see his facial expression underneath that mask, you new it was one of disgust.

"Who are you?" He asked, gesturing in your direction. You arched your eyebrows in confusion, could he not tell just by simply looking at your uniform?

"No answer?" Commander Ren scoffed.

"I'm his secretary, Commander," you stated, gesturing in Huxs' direction, "didn't you request my presence here? "

He shook his head, placing a hand on the front of that intimidating facial shield. The movement made it look as if he was gaining a headache from your small amount of talking. "This is who you had replace the old one?" Commander Ren hissed, "have you no shame, Hux?"

"Ren, she is very talented in her work and a fantastic secretary," Hux responded, glancing over in your direction. "She has made a fantastic replacement." You smiled, happy to know Hux would still show you some form of kindness around the Commander.

"Hux," Commander Ren stated, "I'll trust your judgment here." He approached Hux slowly, giving him ample time to make your poor General tremble in fear. The Commander stopped inches from his face, his mask nearly touching the tip of Huxs' nose.

"If she makes so much as one mistake, she's gone."

Your face recoiled in disgust. "Well, what the fuck?" You thought to yourself. Did he actually doubt your abilities that much? Or was this all some sort of twisted test of your competence?

The Commander darted his head around, glaring at you in rage. Your body went completely stiff as his masked gaze penetrated your mind. A trill of pain surged through your temples, like something was digging around in your brain for any scrap of information. "That language of hers will not be tolerated either." He spat, looking back at Hux.

"My what? The hell is he talking about? I have yet to swear!" Your brain was spiraling out of control, and that trill of energy still surged throughout your brain.

His ego was disgustingly immense, not to mention he was a delusional idiot. The fool was making up down right lies about you, and to wait gain? He was already addressing Hux in such a disrespectful manner, he didn't need to take it out on you as well. But what even gave him the right to talk down to Hux in such a manner? He wasn't in any better of a position to lead than the General was, not to mention the fact that Hux was a lot easier to deal with, and a lot less moronic.

Commander Ren stood in place, his body shaking violently with rage. Huxs' body was also shaking, but his was out of fear. This was the first time you'd ever seen Hux so threatened by anyone. Usually, he presented such a mass amount of authority and dictation. But here, he was nothing more than a coward.

The Commander gave you an over-the-shoulder glance, and in that moment, you felt time stop. The world around you faded into black. Now, only you and him were in that room, and fear and panic began to rapidly set in. Your body had turned chillingly cold, and air escaped you.

A flash of light hit your eyes, his leather glove reflecting off the overhead chandelier. Before you could get a warning out, he slammed his fist into the wall next to Huxs' head. His curled hand punctured the metal frame, sending hundreds of small electrical sparks flying, leaving bare and broken wires in its wake.

"You teach her to show me some respect, or I will" Commander Ren hissed, his clenched fist now inches from Huxs' face.

Hux folded onto the metal floor, panting uncontrollably as the Commander hovered menacingly above him. You stood gazing at the pair of them, completely motionless, gulping down the fear that was now lodged in your throat. Your pupils shook in horror at what you had just seen, how absolutely horrid your new ship companion was.

Commander Ren glared at you, watching as every inch of your body trembled at his presence. He scoffed, storming out of the room with a prompt slam of the door, the sheer force alone causing you to jump. You looked back at Hux, whose forehead was drenched in sweat, and a slight tremor was visible on his hands. Carefully, as not to frighten him more, you reached down for his hand, an effort to help guide him up off of the floor.

"General..." You pleaded, wrapping your hand around his own as you began to lift. Hux shook you away, pulling himself off of the ground, trying not to show weakness. It was obvious that he was embarrassed of your viewing of his encounter with Commander Ren, but he shouldn't have been. All that quarrel showed was the fact Commander Ren was a prissy little bitch, and tyrant.

Hux dusted off his long coat, and smoothed back his red hair to its original, kept manner. He bit his lip, holding himself back from lashing out against anything the Commander had just done. You hoped he would do it anyway, give you some sort of hint that he too hated Commander Rens guts. But instead, he stared intensely at the door, his eyes becoming bloodshot with rage.

"If you want to make it out of here alive," Hux gulped, "you must to do as he says."

You scoffed in disbelief. "Hux you cannot possibly believe that," you cried. "He isn't as high and mighty as he claims to b-"

Hux slammed his hand over your mouth, his bare fingers tracing over the lining of your lips. His eyes stared painfully into your own, showing so much fear and uncertainty. "I told you to do as he says!" He hollered, the veins in his neck protruding from his already rose colored flesh. Hux removed his hand from over your mouth, and with another brush of his cape, he was gone out the doorway too, much less dramatically than the Commander.

You turned around, looking at the meeting room remorsefully. Your life had just flipped completely upside down, and you know now that you had no say in anything that would happen to it. Hux obviously wasn't going to be any help in standing up against Commander Rens' tyranny, so it looked like you were on your own.

And you hated being on your own.

You walked back to the ship with shane covering your entire body. Every person who passed by you, whether it was a technician or a stormtrooper, seemed to be mocking you. While that wasn't at all the case, Commander Rens' doubt of your capabilities made it seem like everyone else doubted them as well.

As you turned a corner, so flustered and furious you didn't even know what planet you were on, another secretary slammed into you, spilling an incredibly hot and sticky liquid all over your uniform. "Oh my Gods, I am so sorry!" The girl whimpered, reaching for a cloth towel at her side to try and help dry you off.

You clenched your jaw tightly, worried all your rage might come flying out at her. She looked to be so incredibly overworked and stressed, just like you were about to be. You wondered if she had ever dealt with Commander Ren, or maybe her own General was just as terrible as he was, though you doubted that was humanly possible. You hated to admit it as much as the next person, but the treatment of secretaries, especially those that were female, could not have been more horrendous. Every one you had encountered had a horror story, or was currently living through one. Thankfully, your first job was with someone like Hux, a lot more patient and caring than any other. Thoughts crossed your mind of how awful your life would've been if your first job was to Commander Ren. Just the idea alone sent shivers down your spine.

The girl finally finished drying off the excess with a little help from you, but your clothes were soaked with whatever fluid she dumped onto you. Her eyes slowly began to swell up with tears as she stared at your ruined uniform.

"Hey," you said, taking her hand in your own. “There’s no need to cry. I'll go clean it myself, and it'll be good as new, don't worry."

She sniffled, reaching her other hand up to wipe the tears off of her face. Never could you have managed to snap at that girl, because you knew exactly what kind of suffering she was going through, as you had just dealt with the worst of it all. The girl hugged you in gratitude before scurrying back to wherever she came from, getting a replacement for the drink she had dropped. You took in a deep breath as you dreadfully looked down at your tarnished gown. Starkiller base was not somewhere you were familiar with, so finding a washroom was going to be far greater task than it should have been.

For what seemed like hours, you scanned each and every room across the vastness of the ship, hoping to finally find an area for you to clean off your soiled uniform. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched a stormtrooper exit a room with a fully washed, black undergarment, and you knew you had finally found your sought for destination. Rushing into the room, you hoped no one else would be inside, so you could quickly rip off your uniform and wash it without anyone seeing you in nothing but a bra and underwear.

Thankfully, no one was inside the washroom, giving you ample time to strip practically nude, and lock the door behind you as to not allow anyone to barge in.

Staring blankly at the machine that scrubbed and cleansed your attire, the chill of the empty room you sat in was beginning to sting your bare skin, your hair sticking up and goosebumps forming across every inch of it.

The process could not have taken any longer, but finally, it was washed, and ready to be moved to the next machine for drying. Minutes passed by as you sat in the cold and ever darkening room, rubbing up against the warm drying machine periodically as to not die of hypothermia.

"For God's sake, can you just hurry up!" You cried, slamming your foot against the machine, hoping that would throw it into a faster gear.

It did no good, the machine kept carrying on at its slow pace, causing nothing but agony and frustration on your part. You groaned, flopping back into the chair you had been sitting in, only for it to crumble into a hundred tiny pieces as you flopped yourself onto it.

"Mother fucker!" You groaned, lifting yourself off of the cold, metal floor. A bruise was clearly about to form upon your ass after that downfall.

"Language, cadet. That mouth will get you nowhere."

You spun around quickly, leaving your bra-covered breasts completely exposed to the eyes of Commander Ren, who now stood perfectly centered at the entrance of the washroom, the door closed behind him. Your eyes jolted to the lock that was now unfastened on the doorway, yet upon making eye contact, it clicked back into a locked position. Looking down, you noticed Commander Rens' finger was out of place from the rest of his clenched fist, and though at first you had no idea how he managed to weasel his way in here, now you did.

"The force?" You questioned in the back of your mind, watching the pointer finger retreat back to its clenched position.

His head tilted down, obviously showing his gaze had shifted from your eyes, to your almost fully naked body. You covered as much of yourself as you could, feeling completely flustered that so much of you was exposed to his eyes.

"What?" You asked. "Planning on insulting me again? Just get out."

"You're hung up on that?" He questioned, letting a small chuckle escape his throat. "I could have said so much worse."

You rolled your eyes at him, now hoping to make him so angry he would storm out like he did before. "Good for you, Commander. I'm sure you could've."

Silence reigned in the room longer than you would've preferred it to. You had hoped he would make some ridiculous, insulting statement so you could fire back at it, but he was silent.

"Do you mind?" You questioned, tilting your head towards the doorway so he could take the hint to leave.

"The ship was supposed to depart exactly 17 seconds ago," he remarked, keeping his gaze on your chest area, "Hux was going to be sent after you, if I didn't choose to."

You curled your lip sarcastically, letting out a small laugh along with it. "Well thank you so much for that, sir," you said sarcastically, again, gesturing towards the door in hopes that he would leave.

There was a long pause, giving you time to reflect on what he had just said. He would've had no knowledge your uniform had been soiled, tarnished by that poor girls dropped beverage.

So how the fuck did he know you were here?

He stood motionless. The only noise he exuded was the almost asthmatic breathing sounds from his mask. "Finish whatever task this is." Commander Ren instructed, finally moving his gaze away from your body.

He turned to the doorway, giving you a final glance before opening the door, and exiting the room. You stared at the metal frame in disbelief, the fact the Commander had just seen you in arguably your most venerable state was horrifying and embarrassing.

A slight movement on the door caught your attention, as the knob shifted back to its locked position. "Jeez, how kind of him," you scolded, turning back to the dryer that had finally finished its job, of course, right after the Commander had left.

After unlocking the door to the washroom, adorning your freshly cleaned uniform, you sprinted down the halls towards the bay. Thankfully, there wasn't a line of people standing outside the washroom waiting to use it themselves. For if they had seen the Commander in there with you, things would have just gotten so much more complicated.

You marched down the halls, now thinking about how ridiculously awkward your next several months of encounters with the Commander would be, now that your second meeting with him was when you were practically naked.

“Gods. This day cannot get any worse."

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