Hey yall, I recently hit a new k and have always wanted to do a follow forever, so I figured why not make one instead of doing smth useful like doing homework? Anyways I love all these people hit em up w a follow if you’re interested!!
Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jung Hoseok on his throne.
A/N: if you listen closely you can hear me ugly sobbing, it’s finally finished! Sorry it took so long! Also sorry it’s not as fluffy/happy as y’all had hoped. I really can’t do fluff (PCs to Vikttoria16)
The last words going through his mind before the crash are saturated with emotions Kylo has not felt in a long time: fear and panic.
He doesn’t remember much after losing control of the ship. Deafening noise, lights, fire, a huge blow, then darkness. For what felt like a long time, only darkness.
Then, piercing through that darkness, a ray of light. A helping hand, or better, arms dragging him out of the wreckage. What was left of his consciousness abandoned him right then.
Kylo doesn’t know how long he’s been unconscious, but when he finally wakes up, he’s in a dry but poorly lit place and he can hear the crackling of the fire and its light casting shadows on the walls of what he recognizes as some kind of cave. He’s still on the island, he realizes, but can’t bring himself to move any inch of his body at first.
“At last,” comes a familiar voice, “you’re awake.”
Kylo spots a figure sitting beside the fire. He can barely conceal his surprise. “You…”
Rey smirks, not diverting her attention from the pot hanging over the fire. She’s blending something inside of it with a rough spatula.
“You’re always so shocked whenever you see me,” there’s amusement in her voice.
Kylo manages to sit up, not without a good amount of pain and dizziness. He looks around: the cave is quite gloomy, with one small entrance on one side, but somehow it also feels very comfortable.
“What happened?” he asks, taking in detail after detail of the place. It looks like someone might be living in there and he wonders if that someone isn’t the scavenger. Why would she live there, though? Wouldn’t she share his uncle’s place?
“I don’t live here,” Rey says, not looking at him. “It’s just a place I come to when I want to be alone,” she turns around and her eyes finally land on him for the first time. “You must have taken a really good blow if you can’t even shield such silly thoughts,” she’s smirking again.
Kylo feels irritated by her comments, but has nothing to say about it. He does feel dizzy and confused and his temples are pulsing. No wonder she can read his mind so easily.
“You crashed on the shore,” Rey goes on, taking the pot from the fire. “Is that the famous Silencer you take so much pride in?”
As she walks over to him, he looks up to meet her gaze. “Where is it?”
Rey sits beside him and puts the pot between them, proceeding to fill a very old bowl with some of its content. “What’s left of it is still on the shore,” she glances at him. “I might fix it, but I’ll need some time.”
“I can do it myself,” Kylo retorts, and pulls back in bewilderment when she pushes the spoon in his face. “What are you doing?”
Rey raises an eyebrow. “Feeding you? You’ll recover faster if you eat. And you should lay down, by the way. I managed to fix most of your injuries, but not all.”
As the spoon gets once again closer to his face, Kylo slaps her hand away. “Why are you helping me? Don’t you know why I came here?”
“I do,” Rey says, suddenly very serious. “Do you?”
He freezes. She knows about his doubts, about his insecurities. She knows he’s still unsure about how to deal with his uncle and with her. Especially with her. He spent the whole ride telling himself that his mission was that of killing them, but he knew since the beginning that he didn’t have the determination to do it.
Rey senses his every thought and decides not to push the topic any further. She leaves the bowl on his lap. “Eat. We’ll talk later.” She gets up, but stops with her back on him. “Or fight. Whatever you prefer.”
“Does he know that I’m here?” Kylo asks, eyes on the bowl.
Rey turns around. “Not yet, I’m shielding your presence from him.”
He looks up with wide eyes. “How?”
“I learned one trick or two since the last time we met,” she replies with a victorious grin. “Luke is way too powerful to shield any presence from him, but since we have this…” she stops, almost embarrassed.
Kylo knows what she wanted to say. Bond. It’s undeniable.
“…let’s just say it works better with you,” she concludes. “But he’ll know.”
“Why are you doing this for me?” he pushes. He just doesn’t get it. He knows she feels barely anything more than hatred for him, he can feel it radiating from her and yet…
Rey sits once again by the fire, her eyes focusing on the dancing flames. She suddenly looks incredibly focused and lost in her thoughts.
“I want to know the meaning of this,” she murmurs, and even if she doesn’t mention anything in particular, Kylo immediately knows what she’s talking about.
She turns around, looks at him once more. “And if you die, I will never know.”
May i have a scenario of bakugou’s best friend falling in love with someone else but she’s like nerdy and kinda ugly so he helps her change but along the way he develops a crush on her and turns out the guys she has a crush on was a jerk and rejected her and now she’s crying her eyes out (I’m sorry if this was too demanding or specific)
Sorry! I made a small mistake! Anyway, don’t worry! I loved writing this! I’m sorry it took so long!
Bakugou had noticed how your eyes would follow this boy who would cross the courtyard, or walk down the hallway. You would stop talking about the show, or movie, or book that you had been recently looking at and just… watch. You would freeze and if he even glanced your way your face would flush and you would quickly look away, smiling.
“Katsuki ” You hum as you look out the window of your room, your pencil dropping from your hand as you rested your child in the palm of your hand. His eyes jerk upwards, your voice wiping away his thoughts. “Am I attractive in your eyes?”
“You could do better,” He says as he thumbs through the pages of his notebook. He looks up at you, he analyzes your face, and you purse your lips as your eyes trail down to your notebook. He sighs as he stands up stepping over to you. “Alright stand-up” He growls out as he crosses his arms in front of him. You do as he says, quickly stumbling to your feet. He tugs off your jacket and throws it on your bed. “Your bra is a size or two off, you wear baggy clothes” He tugs at the end of your shirt. “You’re always slouching. You need to fix that either now or later.” He makes you spin around and as you do so he hums. “You don’t take care of your hair. You need to change…” He motioned to your body and you frowned.
“You literally motioned to all of me” You sighed, turning to face him.
“Why are you asking me this?” He asked as he looked you in the eyes. He continues to stare even as you look away from his gaze. “Is it that guy you keep looking at?” He questions. When you slowly nod your head, your face flushing at the thought of your crush. Katsuki rolls his eyes and grabs his jacket before grabbing yours and throwing it at you. “Put on the jacket we’re going out.” He says as he slips his arms into his sleeves and walks out of your room. You quickly throw your jacket on and follow him, quickly matching his pace as you question him where the two of you are going, “To the damn mall. You need something new”
“We need to go here first,” he says as he makes a B-line towards a bra store. You gasp and reach for his arm, tugging him back. He growls, looking back to look at you. “What the hell”
“I-Isn’t that a place where boys shouldn’t be?” You whisper as you pull him closer to you, your hands shaking as you look anywhere but him. He groans and tugs at your hands on his arm.
“That doesn’t matter now. Just shut up and come in” He hisses as he pulls you into the store. You’re nervous when Katsuki pushes you towards an employee and you’re sweating when he pushes bras into your hands. “Just try these on” he huffs. He has no shame as he picks out bralettes and passes them to you. He waits outside of the change room and the two of you go to the front desk to pay.
The lady there has a small smirk as she rings you up and the two of you leave.
“Try this on and come out with it,” He says as he passes you one last final outfit. He holds a few more articles of clothing in his arms as he leans on the wall across from your dressing room.
“Katsuki” You call out from the dressing room. He hums, looking down at his phone. “I don’t think I look good in this”
“Just come out,” He says and you shakily open the door, frowning as he pushes himself off of the wall. You’re wearing a white shirt, black shorts with a beige cardigan. His eyes trailed down your figure before he nodded. “It looks good on you. Grab the clothes and come out we’ll pay and leave.” You nodded and as you moved to shut the door he pushed it back open. “No, we’re wearing it out,” he says and you follow him with your clothes.
“But what if they don’t let me what if-”
“Shut up. We’re walking out with it.” He pulls you to the front desk once again and you allow him to do all the talking.
“Now all you have to do is look him in the eyes and ask him out,” He says as he sits in front of you, curling your eyelashes.
“I’m not sure if this is a good idea Katsuki I’m fine with just sitting and not making a move what so ever” You shakily say, rubbing your hands together. Katsuki huffs and pulls away from your face. “Don’t give me that look Katsuki! You know me. I’m not confident. I’m lame!” You whine, leaning away from with a frown etched on your face. He drops the eyelash curler and reaches out, grabbing your shoulders.
“(Name). Shut up. You’re fine” You smile at his words, opening your mouth to say something but he just glares at you quickly shut it.
He can’t remember the last time you looked so happy, except those times you would go on small rants about the latest update of your favorite show. He watches as you bounce over to him, confidence oozing from you as you take his arm in your hand. “Katsuki! It worked! I did as you said and it worked!” Your voice has a sort of skittish tone to it as you tell him about what happened.
“Friday night we’re going out to the movies. He gave me his number!” You say as you shove the piece of paper into his face, causing Katsuki to flinch away at the sudden movement. His heart flutters at how close you are to him. Your leaning into him, grinning as you glance away from your paper to back at him.
“Fuckin’ told you so” He said as he began walking away. You follow him, keeping at his pace as you push the paper into your pocket. He misses your touch however, he pushes the feeling away as he opens the door to your class room.
“Thank you so much Katsuki” You whisper as you reach up and squeeze his arm once more before leaving to sit at your seat, telling Uraraka and Asui about your success. His eyes linger on you for a moment longer before Kirishima wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls him from his thoughts.
Katsuki finds himself sitting on his couch, alone. His parents out, doing whatever, and you on your date. The TV is on, the soft hum of the show accompanies him in the darkness of the room. He can hear the raindrops his against the roof of his home as he wonders how you’re doing. Is he treating you with respect? Are you doing okay?
A knock pulls him from his thought and he groans to himself. He waits a minute before finally standing up and walking to the door. He whips it open, readying himself to fight whoever had bothered him so late at night.
“Katsuki” You whimper out as soon as the door opens. He stares at your shaking figure which is soaked in water. He doesn’t hesitate to grab your arm and pull you in muttering cuss words as he grabs you a towel and fresh clothes. He waits for you outside of the bathroom before confronting you.
“What the hell happened?” He asked upon seeing you come out of the bathroom. You look away, wiping away any stray tears that fell from your eyes. He’s hesitant as he reaches over, his hand ghosting over your shoulder before pulling you into his embrace. “Do I need to punch a fucker?” He heard you laugh, your arms slipping around him and bringing him closer.
“He invited his friends without my knowledge and then he began to pick at my outfit, saying how it wasn’t ‘flattering’ on my body type,” Katsuki growls at that comment. Like hell, the outfit wasn’t flattering you. It brought out the color in your eyes- “He then began to make sexual comments, with his friends, about the girls passing us. At one point he saw his ex and he wrapped his arm around me and tried to kiss me. When I wouldn’t let him he got upset and his friends, obviously, sided with him. I left as soon as I could.” You sighed as Katsuki’s fingers entangled themselves in your hair and helped smooth out your matted hair. “I’m sorry Katsuki. The date was a bust and all of your hard work was wasted”
“Don’t be stupid” He pulls away from you, looking down at you as you slowly raise your head to meet his gaze. “You looked hot tonight. He was just being a fucking idiot.” When you looked away he took your chin in his hand and jerked it upward, “Liste, (Name), I’m proud of you for getting out of there when shit turned bad. You got out of a bad situation. It’s better to find out now.” He let go of your chin to gently wipe away a tear.
“Thank you” You whispered as you leaned into his touch, relishing in his sudden change in mood. He had never been this gentle with you before, much less touchy. He usually kept his distance from you, allowing you to wrap your arm around his or gently tug at his jacket. It was a new feeling, one that you were enjoying.
“I should show you how a real man takes you on a date” He suggested. You turned stiff in his arms, your mind racing as you looked up at him. He’s staring at you as you search his eyes for an answer. Was he joking? “(Name). Let’s go on a date.”
“Yes” You manage to sputter out, your voice raising a tone higher as you nod excitedly, “I’d love that Katsuki” You say and he smiles. He raises his hand to touch your cheek, gently stroking it before he moved closer, stopping shy from your face before he jerked you closer to him. Your hands found their way to his shoulders as you gently squeeze them as you slowly begin to kiss him back.
“Sunday” He whispers against your lips and you make a sound of approval before he kisses you once again.
Finally finished @lamp-calm-sanders fic, so sorry it took so long (I say knowing full well this is sadly the shortest amount of time it has ever taken me to write a fic, I am so sorry) (also spent like and hour trying to fix this because tumblr hates the copy paste option)
Logan hadn’t always felt bad about his body. Logan hadn’t always looked at his chub with disdain or fantasized what it would be like to be skinny, he hadn’t always wondered what it would be like to not be fat. God, he hated that word, he hated it’s definition, the connotations it brought when he said it, he even hated the ugly way it seemed to roll off his tongue. But he hated that he hated his body even more. He knew he wasn’t unhealthy (He encouraged Thomas to eat healthily often and Logan was not much of a hypocrite) it was just how his body metabolized food and he understood that. He knew the other three loved him and his body but he still couldn’t stop the negativity he felt when he thought about it.
Like he said though, he hadn’t always hated his size, for most of his life the thoughts never dared cross his mind. He wasn’t really sure when they had started, when Thomas was younger he hadn’t minded his size, if anything he liked his body. And he knew the other sides had no problem. Roman didn’t really care, he could playfully quip with Logan no matter how skinny or fat he was. Virgil liked to act like it didn’t bother him but he secretly loved the comfort that came with Logan’s hugs that wouldn’t have felt the same if Logan were any skinnier (he had always taken pride in being the only one besides Patton who could calm the anxious trait down.) And Patton, of course, loved Logan’s size, when they were younger Patton would always gush about how adorable Logan was, calling Logan his favorite “squish.”
Squish (adj)- a way of describing someone who is smol (see card 37), loveable, and sometimes even physically squishy.
Logan pretended he thought it was annoying but he secretly loved the endearing nickname. A warm fuzzy feeling would erupt in his chest whenever Patton said it, his heart would swell and his cheeks would turn bright red (when he was older and could understand emotions better he defined this feeling as happiness.)
Happiness (n)- the state of feeling happy (showing or feeling pleasure/contentment)
But that all changed during Thomas’s teenage years. It had started off small, Thomas would watch a movie with his friends, the coined “fat kid” was always the butt of the jokes. Logan had brushed it off at the time, high school children were often harsh for the sake of it, there was nothing wrong with him, the cruelties of high school were to blame. Then Thomas’s chubbier friends would get picked on at school, Logan once again would brush it off as useless teenage bullying but now there was an inkling of doubt (what if they were right? What if he was the wrong one here, what if they were right) Then social media began to take off and everywhere Logan would people just like him endlessly picked on for no other reason than how big they were. They were accused of being lazy, fat, disgusting, unhygienic, unmotivated, wrong, bad, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong
After careful data analysis and consideration Logan finally concluded that being fat was bad. If so many people hated it (hated him) then statistically it must be true. Fat was wrong, he was wrong.
If Logan was younger he would have talked to Patton or Virgil about it. He would have crawled in their beds and cried his feelings away until he felt better. He could’ve sobbed into Patton’s chest and laid his insecurities out as they cuddled in his bed. He could have leaned on Virgil’s shoulder as they watched rain trickle down the their windows, just enjoying the quiet content of it all.
But it was too late for that, they had grown distant as Thomas had gotten older. Virgil was much more controlling during high school, he knew all the horrible things kids in school could do and he just wanted to protect Thomas from it all. But the other sides never thought that was the right way approach to high school and soon it became a constant war of Virgil vs. everyone else. So it hadn’t really surprised Logan when the other’s bickering had grown so tiresome for the anxious side that he had decided he was done with it all and retired to his room. Patton had been upset at first but Virgil could still do his job and he came out eat when he needed to so eventually Patton relented. By the time Thomas started making vines Logan had only seen Virgil a handful of times.
And Logan, too, had become more distant, Patton and Roman were too emotional most of the time (this was when he missed his left brain bro… the name was Virgil’s suggestion) and he did not have the time or energy to deal with them. He and Roman started disagreeing more often, Roman’s outlandish ideas sometimes overpowering any logical thought. Patton, of course, tried to bond with him every once in awhile but each time Logan would brush it off, so yeah, Logan was not in any position to ask any of them for help.
So he dealt on his own, and he was good at it. He learned to bottle his emotions up into this tiny spot in his chest and never touch them again. Using that method he could cope with all his issues without any negative connotations for Thomas. He was fine.
Until he wasn’t.
“This one’s for you Patton!” Thomas exclaimed, phone in hand. It was a late Tuesday night and they had yet again been subjected to Sides Q&A. “What’s your favorite cartoon?”
“Ooh! It’s so hard to choose,” Patton gushed. “But if I have to choose I’d saaaaaay, Steven Universe but Legend of Korra is always a close second.” Patton said with a grin. It’d been a bad day for Logan, nothing particular had happened it was just one of those really bad days where the mirrors seemed to distort his image until he felt like he was looking at an ugly monster. It was one of those day where he didn’t want anyone to see him, it made him feel open and vulnerable and he couldn’t deal with that right now. Â It was just one of those days where he just wanted to lay in his bed and hide under the covers until the sun went away. But life was never exactly kind to Logan when exactly kind when he wanted it to be.
“Virgil, in your opinion, who gives the best hugs?” Thomas queried, breaking Logan from his train of thought.
“I don’t really have many options considering Patton’s the only one who hugs me but I guess I’d say Patton,” Virgil said, bitterness from his years of exclusion leaking through. Pain pierced through Logan’s heart, he used to be Virgil’s favorite hugger.
Longing (n)- a yearning desire for what once was or what could be
“I will make an effort in the future to engage in more comforting physical contact.” Logan managed to squeeze out of his chest, stoic as ever, determined to hide the swell of emotions threatening to break the surface.
“As will I!” Roman declared. “I shall become the best hugger you have ever seen Virgil dear.” Virgil rolled his eyes but everyone could see the light blush that dusted his cheeks.
“Ah! Here’s another one for Logan,” Thomas interrupted. “What’s your favorite vocabulary card?” The interests of the other three perked up. It seemed like Logan had hundreds of cards and they’d only seen a handful.
”There are many that I’ve grown fond of but at this time my favorite is Extra.” Logan replied, flipping the card out from his back pocket.
Extra (adj)- Someone who is over the top, flamboyant or dramatic when it is not necessary
“It was not only one of the easier ones to learn but it is also an adequate insult for Roman.” He said with a mischievous smirk. Roman feigned an affronted gasp.
“I’ll let you know,” He cried, hand over his heart “I take that as a compliment.” He said dramatically and sniffled.
“See, case in point. You are extra.” Logan said, pointing at him, earning a chuckle from Virgil and another gasp from Roman. Thomas chuckled but pulled up another ask.
“This one’s for all of you,” He said. “Who do you all think is the hottest?” Immediately, they all jumped in, putting in their thoughts.
“Noooo, I can’t choose we’re all beautiful.” Patton said in distress eyes bouncing to all of them wildly.
“Oh it’s me of course,” Roman said gallantly, striking a pose.
“Why are you forcing us to choose who is what society expects to be ‘hot?’”Virgil asked, shaking his head.
“I hate to say it, but I do agree with Roman,” Logan spoke up and everyone paused to stare at him, even Thomas, Logan rarely agreed with Roman, much less on frivolous things such as this. “While you all are beautiful in your own way, Roman is the only one who fits the societal version of a hot version and actively tries to maintain this image.” No one spoke for a moment, the air tense and uncomfortable. Everyone was staring at Logan like he’d just grown two more heads, he looked away, not used to so much attention on him at once. Finally, Patton broke the silence.
“You mean, we are all beautiful, you forgot yourself.” He whispered and Logan tensed, Patton was the type of person who just sort of knew when someone wasn’t feeling like themselves and Logan didn’t want Patton to know right now.
Intuition (n)- the ability to understand something immediately, without the need for conscious reasoning
“Yes, yes, of course, merely a slip of the tongue,” Logan lied, his fingers tapping on his wrist to the beat of his nervous heart rate. “However, this question was shallow and I’d prefer not to take part in ones like these again, therefore I shall be going. Goodbye everyone.” He sunk out as quick as he could, he could hear the others saying their goodbyes and following behind him as he willed all his strength into not sprinting into his room and collapsing into his bed.
“Hey, Logan,” Virgil mumbled from behind, managing to catch him in the commons. “Umm.. sleep well.” He said, smiling softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. It may not have seemed like much but Logan knew it was so much more, when he was ready he would go to Virgil and finally talk about what was bothering him but he wasn’t ready yet and Virgil understood that.
With that comforting thought, he finally made it into his room and collapsed on the bed, the metaphorical damn breaking as his chest seemed to cleave in two, silent tears leaking out as he curled in on himself, bringing his knees to his chest. But he surprisingly didn’t feel particularly bad, there wasn’t any of the usual uncomfortable ball of sadness weighing on his chest, instead there was nothing. But he didn’t feel good either. It wasn’t like the weight had been lifted, it seemed more like a pleasant numbing. If he was being honest, he didn’t really feel anything at all.
He could deal with that, not feeling was fine, Logan was perfectly okay with not feeling. It probably wasn’t healthy but it was something different from the aches that usually plagued him everyday and Logan could use every break he could get. Patton, on the other hand, was not fine with that and chose a very poor time to barge into Logan’s room.
“Hey, kiddo, I noticed you were feeling down earlier and wanted to know if-” Patton paused, noticing the strange emptiness of the room. “Logan?” Logan didn’t move, laying still in his void of nothingness, he wanted Patton to go away and take all his feelings with him, Logan did not need them right now, he couldn’t breathe when they were there and needed them to leave.
“Oh honey,” Patton cooed and hurried over to the bed to sit next to Logan, his hand resting soothingly on Logan’s knee. “Is this about the Q&A question earlier?” Logan hesitantly nodded numbly, staring right past Patton. It was useless lying to Patton, he’d pester Logan until he confessed if he didn’t.
“I-I was not feeling my best.” He managed to mumble, the salty sensation of his tears shocking him closer to reality.
“Why?” Patton asked softly.
“It.. reminded me that I-I do not have a.. d-desirable body type.” He said slowly and Patton frowned.
“Is it because you’re chubbier than us?” Patton asked and Logan nodded again, more tears flowing as a silent sob wracked through him. Patton frowned and turned to face the crying boy. “You know that your size has nothing to do with your beauty right?” Logan paused.
“B-But it does,” Logan said earnestly. “I have looked over so much data, and the data shows that fat people are ugly. So I must be ugly… It’s only logical thinking.” He trailed off at the end, looking away from Patton and focusing on a tiny speck of dust in his covers.
“Can you sit up kiddo? I want to prove you wrong.” Patton said after a moment, an unidentifiable look in his eyes. Logan frowned but relented, sitting cross legged across from Patton, who smiled and poked his arm.
“See these arms? You may only see flab, but I see that these arms are the same arms that give the best hugs in the mindscape, even Virgil will agree with me on this one.” Patton lightly squeezed his arm and Logan rolled his eyes.
“And this tum?” Patton lightly pinched a bit of fat around his stomach. “This is the cutest tum I have ever seen. Even if you don’t think so.” He gave Logan a quick tickle as Logan giggled slightly and squirmed away.
“And you said your body isn’t hot? Well we must be talking about different people because Logan baby those hips do not lie.” Patton whistled, gaining a small chuckle from Logan. “You are perfect just the way you are Logan, your size is beautiful and just the right size for you. Your size is a part of who you are, you wouldn’t be my favorite squish without it.” The childhood nickname sent Logan over the edge as he launched himself into Patton’s arms, sobbing as Patton cupped Logan’s head against his shoulder. He let years of anguish and self loathing overflow as he clung to Patton like a frightened child. Patton calmingly shushed him and whispers words of kindness into his ears as they fell back against Logan’s bed, content in each other’s arms.
Logan knew he’d always have bad days. He knew there would be times where he couldn’t stand to look in a mirror. There would be days he’d want to hide away and never let anyone in but he knew Patton and the other sides would always be there for him and in that moment, for Logan, that was enough.
Also, Logan lied, extra was not his favorite vocabulary word.
Squish (adj)- a way of describing someone who is smol (see card 37), loveable, and sometimes even physically squishy. (i.e Logan)