𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Feat. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, updates once a week, slow burn, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge.

Inspired by, ''The Walking Dead''

(ongoing)

Season 1: Episode 1: Begin Episode 2: Not alone Episode 3: Gone but not forgotten Episode 4: You belong in this world Episode 5: Because all life is precious Episode 6: Musutafu, we'll meet again Episode 7: Izuku: I'd always thought there be more time

Season 2: Episode 8: During these two weeks Episode 9: Diopside, like your eyes Episode 10: For the first time in a long time Episode 11: Almost complete Episode 12: Determined to survive, stay alive Episode 13: Fear Episode 14: Katsuki: You are going to beat this world

Season 3: Episode 15: Away with you Episode 16: Three months ago Episode 17: Slowly withering away Episode 18: Don't die, not yet Episode 19: How long before I’m alone Episode 20: Nothing else to lose Episode 21: Shoto: Everything you would be will be gone

Season 4: Episode 22: Trouble Episode 23: For however long that'll be Episode 24: Searching Episode 25: The fallen city Episode 26: Stay who you are Episode 27: All together Episode 28: F/n: With you beside me

Season 5: Episode 29: Here Episode 30: Cruel Episode 31: Too loud Episode 32: Back on road Episode 33: All is lost Episode 34: Safe in your arms Episode 35: And so it begins Episode 36: At stake Episode 37: Sorry or whatever Episode 38: Familiar eyes

Season 6: Episode 39: A relief Episode 40: Upcoming trouble Episode 41: Never to easy Episode 42: To good for death Episode 43: Old memories Episode 44: A stroke of luck Episode 45: Be aware Episode 46: Bait Episode 47: A thump in my heart Episode 48: Belong to me Episode 49: One step closer (Towards you)

Season 7: Episode 50: Sorston Episode 51: Tenderness Episode 52: Here to stay

to be continued...

To The One You Left Behind

taglist: @mikeyswifie @k0z3me @sky-angel101 @stevenknightmarc @nahwajinswhore @mn-0p @a-helen113 @azrral @mary-jinx @chixkadee @flowers-4-you

A Bonding of Broken Hearts

🌙🪐 Hey! So this is my first time writing a FanFiction maybe I make a second chapter <v< 🌙🪐

⭐️ Thanks to @readergirlstuff for proof reading ⭐️

✨ Lucifer x fem!reader ✨

CW: Mentions about breakup, ghosting, fluff, reader drinks alcohol (< Dunno if that's relevant but better safe than sorry!)

Summary: A story about two broken hearts talking on a balcony and bonding with each other over their loss . 💫

Word count: 1.6k

You rushed out on the balcony on the second floor, closing the huge glass door behind you, sinking on the floor, and leaning your head against the cold glass. You held your plastic cup of Beezlejuice in both of your hands, taking a large sip after a moment.

“Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have come here.“ You said to yourself.

“Uhm– what are you doing here?“ Your heart stopped for a moment, your head snapping in the direction of where the voice was coming from. Only to see the literal King of Hell standing at the balcony parapet, giving you a confused look.

You immediately stood up and stuttered: “Oh, y-your majesty, my apologies! I- I honestly didn’t expect anyone out here. I-I was hoping to just escape from the party going on.“ 

Lucifer laughed “Please, just call me Lucifer. Well, it seems like we came out here for the same reason, I assume. And you are?“ 

Walking closer to him, you leaned over the parapet and answered, “I’m [y\n] nice to meet you Lucifer. I hope you allow me to ask, why would you want to escape from the party? I didn't assume the king of hell would have trouble having casual party conversations?“ 

Lucifer laughed with a twinge of melancholy in his voice as he replied: “Oh [y\n] you think too highly of me. I promised Beelzebub I would show up on her party, she’s concerned about me‚ isolating myself or something.’“ While saying that, he made quotation marks in the air and added, “So I just show up at one of her parties once a year, but I am not really… a people person… But what about you? Why did you come here if you apparently also feel uncomfortable?“

You looked into his eyes, for a second, you thought he was mocking you, but he just genuinely smiled at you, so you couldn’t help but smile back. “Well… it’s a bit of a long story.“ 

He shrugged, “I got time, it’s not like I want to be back at the party, and if I leave now Bee will know and I would never hear the end of it from her. So please tell me, well, if you like, of course.“ 

You sat down, and indicated with your eyes for him to sit next to you. As he sat down you started telling him your story. “So, I was dating this guy [ex\n] a while ago. And we had a great relationship, in my opinion. Of course we had the usual ups and downs but all in all it was pretty solid. We met about a year ago at Ozzies, [ex\n] was standing at the bar, and the very first moment I saw him, something inside me told me‚ ‘Yup! Thats him, he’s going to be my forever person.’ So I took all my courage, and talked to him. We instantly clicked, talked all night and he even brought me all the way home to my apartment the same night. And from there on we had numerous dates and we always had a wonderful time. It felt so easy talking to him, and spending time with him always felt like…“

“Coming home?“ Lucifer said looking into your sad eyes, and you gave him a sad laugh 

“Haha yeah exactly…“ 

“So what happened?“ Lucifer asked, seeming to genuinely care for your story.

“Well, like all good things, it just didn't last…“ You looked down at your cup, trying to hide your teary eyes by taking another sip. “Honestly, I don’t know what happened exactly, he just became more and more… distant. He stopped texting me daily, we hung out less frequently, and started to act cold towards me. I couldn’t help but constantly feel like it was my fault, desperately trying to fix something the other person had absolutely no care for anymore. And one day he just gave me a call, saying he just didn’t love me anymore… And just like that, it was over.“

A tear ran over your cheek and you quickly wiped it away laughing. “But, to answer your question, I came here because my coworker Myra couldn’t stand me whining about my ex anymore. And I am here on this balcony because she was trying to hook me up with some random drunk guy. And I just couldn’t stand them anymore and told them I had to go to the bathroom. There I was, but I just couldn’t return to them… I really don’t feel like I’m ready for this whole dating stuff right now. So I decided I needed some fresh air and ended up out here.“ 

Lucifer listened carefully to your story, placing his hand on yours “Well seems like we both have friends who are tired of us talking about our broken hearts. And don’t get me started with the whole dating thing.“

You looked at his hand, seeing the wedding ring on his pinky finger. You heard about Lilith’s disappearance and knew the King of Hell was very rare to be seen ever since. You could only imagine how hard it must be for him; after all, the two had been married for… eons. You tried to lighten the mood by asking, “So Beelzebub is really trying to hook you up with someone?“ 

Lucifer looked at you and laughed. “Oh please! Not only Bee! Ozzy too! Last time they tried to hook me up with a new overlord by organizing a fake meeting that ended up to be the worst blind date in my entire life! I just didn’t know what to say to her to I just talked one hour non stop about rubber ducks, and she just left without saying a word. It was so painfully awkward.“ 

You couldn’t help but laugh with him, adding, “Excuse me, but did you say rubber ducks? I mean, I bet it’s an awesome topic to talk about, so her loss, but… why?“

The king of hell gave you a bit of an insecure look, it felt so weird seeing the most powerful being of hell actually being insecure about something, as he admitted. “To distract myself from Lili– the queens disappearing.“ He still couldn’t say her name, and you felt so much empathy for him that you almost gave him a hug, but you stopped yourself, letting him continue with his answer. “I started making rubber ducks. I don’t know why I picked ducks, I always loved these silly little creatures, and making them really helps to not constantly think about… her… you know?“ Now he was the one quickly wiping away a tear, and this time you couldn’t hold back, you had to give him a hug. For a moment he froze, but as he realized how much he just missed it to feel an act of genuine affection he couldn’t help but hugging you back and even started pulling you closer. 

The two of you sat there for a while just hugging, eyes closed, inhaling each other’s smell and body warmth. It was you who slowly pulled out of the hug looking at him, blushing, thinking to yourself. 

‘Shit… did you really just had the audacity to hug the King of Hell? What where you thinking?? This is SO inappropriate, I should apologize–‚

“Thank you.“ He said, pulling you out of your thoughts. You gave him a puzzled look. “Thank you for this conversation, this… hug. You can’t imagine how many times I sat on this balcony, hiding from Bee and her party folk, spending my time alone. It was nice to have someone to talk to for once. Someone who could feel some of my pain. I may be the King of Hell, but having genuine conversations can get really hard when people just see you as a scary powerful being… It’s nice to get these things off my chest to someone who seems to care and isn’t sick of my whining yet”

“Oh please!“ You said, “I was the one whining to you tonight wasn’t I? I mean I almost told you my whole life story.” Both of you had to laugh and suddenly your phone kept buzzing. 

You looked at the message: 

Myra – work:

Where the FUCK are you? You told me you were going to the bathroom?? I am waiting for you for almost TWO HOURS? Don’t you dare tell me you just left without saying goodbye. Honestly [y\n] you better passed out on the toilet or have good exc… [1:32 a.m.]

You sighed, but not only at Myra’s message but also at your lock screen. It was a picture of [Ex/n] and you. You didn't have the heart to change the picture yet. Because you sat so close to Lucifer, he could read the message and also see the picture. “So this is your ex, I assume?“ He pointed at the guy hugging you in the picture. 

You nodded. “I… I couldn’t change it… Something in me just didn’t want it to be over… But it feels so stupid now…”

Lucifer looked at his ring, feeling his heart ache. “Yeah… I know what you mean…“ He looked at your eyes tearing up, and put his hand on your shoulder. “Look, I- I don’t know if this is stupid, but if you like, you could take a picture of us… and maybe replace it when you feel strong enough to do so. And maybe it helps to create a better memory. And-“ He pointed at Myra’s message, “Maybe it will be a good enough excuse for your coworker.“ You looked at him in disbelief, your eyes now filling with tears because you where so overwhelmed by Lucifer’s kindness, and you couldn’t help but hug him again. 

When you let go of him, he smiled saying, “So I’m taking this as a yes then?“

You laughed while opening the camera app on your phone. “Are you kidding me? I can’t even imagine the look on Myra’s face when I send her a picture with the King of Hell.“ You got your phone in position to take a selfie, and as you pressed the photo button, Lucifer pressed a kiss on your cheek.

I hope you liked it! 💫

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

I'm one of them, I never wrote before. So I'm scared

I honestly loved this, I may not know this person in real life, but I consider them a friend now!! This is my new favorite Fic ever!!!

A Lesson Learned (E.D) Part 1.

Summary: Ethan’s job as a teacher is to give his students the best education that he can. But when Y/n, a student that has caught his eye a time or two, catches him by surprise in his classroom during lunch, he’s unable to hold back the fire that was sure to break free at some point. 

Word Count: 8.1k

Warning: Rough sex between student and teacher. You’re welcome. 

Ethan wasn’t stupid. He knew that the girls in his class snickered and swooned over him from the minute they walk through that classroom door, to the very moment they left. That’s why he had a set of rules. They were simple, but very clear and strongly advised. 1. No consults or help during lunch 2. No help after school, under any circumstances. It was just too risky. It wasn’t that he was worried he would slip up, it was just that the girls in his class were very bold with their advancements towards him and he was concerned it would get too out of hand if he allowed them to come in whenever they wanted for “help.” Because help was never really help with them. However; he did give the students an option to come in during a free period, where teachers flittered through the halls and his door was always open. He has yet to see any of the girls take him up on that offer, except maybe one of two that don’t really need the help. 

He had three classes, Seniors, Juniors, and Freshmen. All Composition and Reading. They were all pretty much the same, just a slight curriculum change to make it harder for each grade as he saw fit. The girls in his Senior class were the worst with their flirtatious behavior, so bad sometimes that he’s had to call them out or send them to the principals office - feigning that he’s concerned they won’t be able to focus enough in his class because of their small crush. It was a serious problem - some even slipped him their number when handing in their papers or passing notes on purpose during class because they knew he would take them away if they were caught. He’s never used them of course, simply throws them in the trash with a shake of his head. He wasn’t meaning to be cocky about it, it just made him a bit nervous and uncomfortable. Unfortunately, some girls still hadn’t gotten the memo. 

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Warnings: ANGST

It's been two weeks since she's been hooked to five different machines, each creating a sound many would find irritating, but Ethan found it soothing. For Ethan, that sound meant she was still alive, still breathing.

An aneurysm burst? Ethan didn't even know what a brain aneurysm is, neither of them knew she even had it. He always told her he'd protect her from harm, but how could he protect her from this? How could he protect from something nature had given her? How could he anticipate a ticking timebomb going off in her head? How could he anticipate finding her on the floor of their kitchen that night?

They took her off the ventilator five hours ago, saying they have to know if she can breathe on her own. They had to know if her brain was so damaged she couldn't live on her own.

Seeing she can, Ethan smiles with every breath she takes, with every rise and fall of her chest.

He's been stationed beside her bed in that sterile green gown they forced him to wear, gloves on his hands, a suffocating surgical mask on his face and a cover for his shoes and a cap for his head attached to him. He was an infectious risk for her, he knew that, but how can a man part with the woman of his dreams, the girl who breathes life into him every day?

It hurts not to be able to kiss her or to see her smile. It hurts being unable to hold her hand without latex barriers stealing the sensation of her touch from him. It tears him apart not to hear her voice or to look into her eyes that always have a softer, kinder look when they meet his.

"You know how much I love you, Y/N. You know I can't make it without you. You are my light, my source if happiness, my strength and dreams come true. Every dream I have, every plan for the future? You're the main focus. I'd be lost without you." Ethan sighs deeply, stopping once he chokes up just to calm his breathing. His eyes are filling with tears, his vision blurring and he knows that if she doesn't wake up he would never recover from it. He'd live because dying isn't as easy as one would think, but he'd be dying slowly and surely as time goes on, nothing could change the fact that his heart would go with her.

He wanted to say one more thing to her, but his phone rings and Ethan decides he can wait a moment later to tell her he was late that night because he bought her an engagement ring. Besides, it's their song playing as the ringtone. Ethan always wanted to hear that song to remind her of her, Hero by Enrique Iglesias.

Going outside the glass door, he answers the call.

"Yeah, I'm fine. She's, uh, not waking up yet but I feel like she will. She has to." Ethan tells his brother, glancing back at her unmoving body a few times. But then he sees it, her hand reaching out blindly, her eyes fluttering open, eyelids feeling so heavy but she's opening her eyes.

Without a word, Ethan rushed inside, all too happy with the faint smile on her chapped lips, ripping his mask off to talk to her.

"I love you." She whispers just as her lips fall into a flat line and her eyes roll back into her head.

Next thing Ethan knows, the soothing beeping changes into a flat line followed by an alarm. Doctors and nurses are storming inside and pushing him away. They're sticking needles into the love of his life, the sound of the defibrillator echoing in his ears.

He can't think straight, he can't even speak or cry. Ethan is frozen in his place, watching her slip away, the doctors stopping their efforts.

"Stop. She's gone. Time of death 11:23."

Every year on November 15th, no matter what is happening or where he is, Ethan stops. He feels his heart is bleeding still, pounding helplessly in its sorrow. The pain never goes away even as her image fades. She's always with him in his dreams, but he can't even remember her voice anymore. Sometimes he'd feel her perfume as he passes on the street, crying out loud as the memory of her hits him.

So, despite where Ethan is or what he is doing, on November 15th at 11:23, he places a hand on his chest and whispers:

"I love you too, babe. Always."

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I- 🥺 why did you do this to me?

Y’all are fucking with me today huh? 🥺🥺🥺

Let’s Go In The Garden

I Know Who You Are

Peter Parker x Reader

Peter sighed through his nose as he opened his locker taking out his books. Unfortunately Ned would be absent that day since he was home with a cold. Meaning Peter had to brave the school day by himself. He shoved his Chemistry book into his backpack and all of a sudden his locker was slammed shut. 

Peter looked up wide eyed and was met with (E/C) eyes that had a glint of mischief in them. He furrowed his brow.

(F/N) (L/N).

He knew her of course. But only as the quiet girl in the back of each class with no friends. You never stood out much. So Peter was taken aback by the confidence you had and his eyes followed the curve of your lips that were held in a smirk. Overall you looked intimidating and Peter had found it oddly attractive.

“I know who you are.” Your voice, which Peter had decided in that moment was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, held such conviction that it also scared him.

Once what you had said sunk in, Peter’s eyes widened in panic. And he was torn between fear of what you knew and staring at you in awe as your frighteningly attractive smirk grew.

“I-I don’t know what y-you’re talking about.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Really now? Because I’m pretty sure you do.”

“N-no, I really don’t know what you mean.”

“Okay then. Does Spider-Man ring a bell.”

Peter felt a lump form in his throat as he swallowed thickly. “I-I-” He was cut off by the bell.

You sighed, disappointed. “We can talk during lunch. Come to the library.” You said before you stalked off to your first period class.

Peter collapsed by the lockers, holding his hand to his chest in an attempt to calm his rapidly beating heart. He wasn’t sure what just happened but he did know one thing.

He was not prepared for you to enter his life.

Peter stared blankly at the board in his math class, which was the period before lunch. Obviously thinking of the girl that just told him he knew his biggest secret.

You, F/N L/N, the girl that he never even thought twice about had somehow walked into his life and threw everything off track.

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be scared of you or attracted to you. 

And it excited him in a weird way.

Peter jumped when he heard the bell ring and his heartbeat began to pick up. Every step he took towards the library felt like his feet were being weighed down and once the library came into view Peter forced himself to calm down.

He walked in and instantly spotted you at a table and he started making his way towards you.

“Um, h-hi?” Peter said sitting down across from you.

The familiar smirk settled on your lips again making Peter’s heartbeat speed up.

“Oh, calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you. But anyway, is it true? Are you…y'know?”

Peter watched you suspiciously, not intending to give anything away until he knew your intentions. “What makes you think I’m Spider-Man?” He whispered.

“Couple reasons.” You said simply, “In fact I’m 100% positive that you’re him, but I want to hear it from you first." 

"How do I know I can trust you?” Peter narrowed his eyes at you.

“You don’t.” You smiled this time, not smirked, and it took Peter’s breath away.

“I-I…. I’m him.” Peter said defeated. He didn’t know who you were and he wasn’t sure he liked how much control you seemed to have over him.

The smile grew on your face and you breathed out, “I knew it.”

“H-how did you find out?”

“You’re terrible at hiding it. My first clue was when you started going on and on about your ‘internship’, ” you air quoted, “Then you said how you were friends with Spider-Man too. I also caught you making that web stuff in Chem.”

“Shh, not so loud!” Peter whisper-yelled, looking around.

“Oops, sorry. This next one is kinda creepy, so sorry. But one day you went to the bathroom and I already had my suspicions so I looked around in your backpack and found the suit.” You said embarrassed.

Peter stared in awe at you, not believeing you actually figured it out by yourself, but now he had to make sure you wouldn’t tell anyone his secret, “Okay well look, you can’t-”

“Tell anyone?” You said with a wave of your hand. “Don’t worry, my lips are sealed. So what’s it like?”

Your attitude did a full 180. You were no longer this intimidating person that Peter was terrified of, you were now just an excited teenager with a huge smile on her face waiting for Peter to talk about the thing he loves most. 

Now you were cute.

And for some reason this freaked Peter out even more. 

The amount of different emotions you seemed to put Peter through in less than a half hour of speaking scared him the most. 

“….”

“Hello?”

“……”

“Peter? You okay?”

The boy was speechless. You waved your hand in front of his face which seemed to do the trick.

“What?”

“Are you okay? You just kinda spaced out.”

“O-oh, Yeah, I-I’m fine.”

“Okay? Well are you gonna tell me what it’s like to be a hero? I’m sure it’s amazing, to be able to-”

“Weshoulddosomethingafterschool." 

Uh oh.

He didn’t mean to say that. 

Peter mentally berated himself for that as he dared himself to look back at you.

”…What?“

"I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I should just go.” Peter stood up.

“Whoa, hang on.” You grabbed his arm which seemed to make little sparks run up and down it as his heart beat rapidly. “Sure, we can do something after school today. There’s a nice café not to far. How bout we go there and you can talk to me about all the hero stuff.” You said with a red face and a shy smile.

“Y-Yeah sure, anything!” He said with a little too much enthusiasm. 

You giggled and the smirk was back on your face, “Meet me at the front doors after last period.” You said and kissed his cheek, before walking out of the library.

Peter let out a long sigh.

Oh, he was definitely not prepared for you to enter his life

Please, Peter

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You got hit with a nasty batch of sex pollen and came back to Stark Tower horny as all fuck. You’re hiding your condition from everyone. Well, everyone except Peter. Who knows, maybe he can help you out?

Word Count: 2336

Warnings: this is an 18+ PETER!!! (wish i didn’t have to preface that, but we live in a gross world), unprotected sex (female reader (also wear a CONDOM)), sex pollen, language, the usual

A/N: and here we have our second installment of the three part sex pollen series LMFAO uhhhh enjoy

Peter didn’t go on the mission with all of you tonight. He’d stayed back, wounded from the previous one. He was healing, and he’d insisted he’d be fine for tonight, but Stark had put his foot down and sent Peter away with a hard no. You’d thrown him a little smirk before leaving behind the rest of the team. He’d pouted at you as the doors of the elevator closed.

Skip forward. You were all investigating some Hydra base. Steve and Tony had warned you all to stay away from the plants in the room at the center of the base, the room you’d all wound up in as a mass of Hydra agents surrounded you and attacked. Everyone had managed to avoid the plants as the Hydra agents themselves didn’t want to get anywhere near them. All of you were almost done clearing the place out when one agent lunged for you and knocked you into the largest of the plants. 

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Guess I'll See You 'Round Again

You were sitting in the passenger seat of the twins truck back in Jersey while Ethan drove you both back to the house in silence. You had noticed something was… off between the two of you since you flew in a few days ago. He had asked you to come visit because he missed you but when he went to pick you up at the airport he hardly said a word to you. Once you got to the house you had talked to Grayson about his brothers behavior, not sure if you did something wrong. 

“Just give him space, Y/n, I’m sure its nothing personal.” So you believed him. After all, why would he ask you to fly out if there was something wrong between the two of you? So you did what he suggested.

When Ethan would leave the house, leaving you alone with his mom, you didnt ask him why or where he went. You loved Lisa and you loved getting to spend time with her, but you couldn’t help but feel a little bit hurt every time he did it. The look he would give you every time he came back to the house was almost as if he was seeing a stranger sitting on his couch rather than his girlfriend of two years. 

When you moved closer to him in the middle of the night to try and cuddle with him, you held back your tears when you felt him turn around and face the other way while he pretended to be sleeping. After the first few times you would wait until you were sure he was asleep before getting out of bed to go cry in the bathroom, not wanting to wake anyone up. But Grayson wasnt asleep in his bed across from the two of you. He heard your sobs coming from the other room but he didnt know what to do. When he would hear you coming back he would pretend to be asleep. The next morning, he texted Cameron and asked if she would mind if you slept in her room since she was still away. Later that night when you suddenly got a text from her letting you know you could sleep in her room because she knew “how much he kicks in his sleep” you thanked her.

“Hey Gray?’ You passed by the kitchen seeing him chopping something up. “Thank you for texting Cameron about, uh… the kicking.” He didn’t say anything other than give you a sad smile. He didnt know how else to help. When he tried to talk about it with Ethan earlier but he told him to mind his own business and that was the end of it. 

You usually loved going to Jersey with them. You loved the land. The places. The boys’ family. All of it. But now, you couldnt wait to leave. You already bought your plane ticket back to your own hometown without telling Ethan, or anyone really. You were upstairs struggling to zip up your suitcase when Ethan came in to see you getting frustrated with the zipper that just wouldnt shut. 

“Y/n? What are you doing? Are you leaving?” He was starting to freak out. Why would you be leaving without saying anything? 

“I can take a hint to when I’m not wanted around anymore,” you finally got the zipper closed. 

“What? Babe, no-” he moved closer to you but stopped once you put your hands up, almost to shield yourself from him.

“It’s okay, Ethan. It’s happened enough times to me so I get it. I’m just not the kind of person who makes the final cut.” He felt his heart breaking hearing you say all of this with little emotion in your voice. You were calling him by his full name, not just E or one of your other nicknames for him. And then he instantly remembered when you told him about your previous relationship. You two had been together for three years when all of a sudden he told you he needed space and then just completely ghosted you. You never heard from him since that day. He remembered when you told him how you thought your ex was the one until he just seemed to stop caring. He stopped putting in effort until that day he asked for space, leaving you broken wondering what you did wrong. It took months of Ethan working to break down your walls enough to let him in and help you start being ready to trust and love someone like that again.

Then Ethan thought back to how he had been treating you this past week you were here in Jersey. He hardly spoke to you. He left the house without you, often leaving you alone with his mom or when she was at work, leaving you at the house completely alone since Gray would be with him. He asked you to fly out here then he proceeded to treat you like shit while you were here. 

Saying that Ethan felt like the worst boyfriend in the entire world would be an understatement. 

“Y/n, listen to me, I’m sorry about this past week, I just-”

“I’m going back home. Well, my home for a while. I’m going to stay with my parents for a while, I think we both need to figure out what we want from this relationship Ethan. I’ll be back in LA in about a month, we can talk then. I guess I need my own space,” you huffed out a bitter laugh. Funny how you went from always being told they needed space from you to now saying youre the one who needed space away from them. 

Ethan knew there was no fighting you on this. He didnt want to make things worse and judging from your tone as you said everything, it was obvious you staying here was not up for discussion. 

“Can I drive you to the airport?” He would take whatever time he could get with you right now. 

“I already called an uber, but thank you.” Even if you were upset you were still polite, something he loved so much about you. Your phone went off, letting you know the car was here and you began heading downstairs, your giant luggage following you. Knowing going down the stairs with that giant thing could end badly, he gently took the handle out of your hand and carried it down for you, the entire time neither of you saying a single word. You put your bag by the door and went to the living room to say goodbye to Lisa. Ethan couldn’t hear what she said to you but he could tell that the very motherly hug she gave you was very much needed for you. 

You grabbed your bag and headed out to the car, throwing the giant luggage in the trunk. Walking around to the backseat, you looked back at Ethan and the house. 

“I’ll text you when I get back to LA,” you quickly got into the car, not daring to look back again. 

The look he got from his mom as he walked back inside was more than enough to let him know just how badly he fucked up. As he went back to his room, he sat on his bed before reaching over to the nightstand and opening the drawer and taking something out. 

As he toyed with the ring in his hand, he hoped he didnt just completely ruin the best thing in his life. 

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Good or Else

Prompt: You’re in a secret relationship with Kylo, but when you get into a fight, General Hux comes to console you.

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader, friend!Hux

A/N: This is for @evanfan96 , sorry this took me forever to write but I told you I would do it! I’m sorry if it sucks but I wrote most of this late at night just typing away so if it sounds messy, my brain was messy lol. It’s a little lengthy ah! Anyways, I hope you like it! Request anything y’all would like, I promise I will write to the best of my ability!

You rushed into the infirmary room and skidded to a stop when you saw Kylo sitting atop the metal table where he is still in his battle outfit from earlier. Kylo had one hand clutched against his side and you could see blood slowly seeping out from between his fingers. He looked up at you with a pained look on his face that he is trying to hide but you knew him too well and knew that he was hurting. Rushing over to him you were frantic, you were worried all day when he took a group of soldiers to attack Ren that morning and when you heard the news that he was injured you nearly fainted. 

“Oh my gosh, Kylo! I need you to lay back, I’ll start to clean the area, the sooner the better. Keep pressure on that wound until I’m ready. If you’re feeling faint–” you were cut off when Kylo grabbed the back of your head with his free hand and slammed his mouth down onto yours. His kiss was fast, hard and in earnest. You both break apart after what felt like hours as you both gasp for air. He rests his forehead against yours and you simply close your eyes and relish in the moment. You know the line of work you were in. A nurse to the Dark Side and completely in love with Kylo Ren.  

Hearing the door behind you whoosh open, Kylo quickly rushes you back as he sat up tall on the table. “It’s a simple cut. Just hurry up and bandage it up, I got places to be.” 

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Falling~ Ethan Dolan

It was the giggles. Those giggles he’d heard a thousand times before, the giggles that he sometimes caused, and the giggles that never failed to make him laugh.

He didn’t notice it at first. He was too busy laughing along with her.

But when he took a step back and felt the butterflies in his stomach and the eyes his eyes remained trained on her open lips, that’s when he knew he was feeling things he hadn’t felt before.

Then, he noticed her eyes.

She always had pretty eyes, those brown eyes any human being could get lost in for hours, but what make Ethan notice her eyes more was the way she used them to speak when words didn’t come to her. The way they glimmered when the first round of tears set in, the way they studied the move of every person in her life, and the way they seemed to focus a lot on him.

Next came her hands. Any person within a mile of her could see that her hands could never hold some kind of violence, no, her hands were made, created, for comfort. Ethan had felt those hands wiping away his tears or had seen them fixing up Grayson when he got hurt.

One of the biggest reasons why Ethan was slowly falling for her was the fact that she had an attitude of “I don’t care what you think.” She could go out with the wildest clothing on and just ignore any comments that came her way. Or, if someone said it directly to her face, she’d say “What of it?” and leave the other person at a loss for words. This was her life and no one was going to tell her what to do.

But the biggest reason, the reason Ethan could pinpoint exactly why he was falling for her, was her heart. Didn’t matter if she knew them or not, if she found out someone died, she’d weep. Anytime she’d pass by a homeless person on the street, she’d give them money, for she knew was it was like to go without. She visited anyone–child or elder–who was in the hospital, just to give them a little bit of comfort in their time of suffering. She loved people and couldn’t stand seeing anyone suffer.

Ethan Dolan was falling for his best friend and honestly, he wasn’t about to complain about it. He could fall and fall for ages and if she was there to catch him at the bottom, he welcomed the fall all the more.

Yayo [G.D]

Summary: You’ve been tutoring Leo Dolan for a few months now and ever since meeting his impeccable and gorgeous father, you’ve thought about the inevitable. There’s been tension between you two as if something begins that definitely shouldn’t, and soon, it is revealed that there is more to this man than just looking like a million dollars.

Words: 19.5k

Warnings: age gap, sexual content, mentions of suicide & substance abuse

A/N: manip by likeabledolan on IG. long time no see! very proud of how this one was written so please give it as much love as you can ❤️

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