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Poison Paradise — Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

Warnings: none.

Word count: Around 1,1k

Summary: Enemies to lovers (?) after a match.

Aitana tried to forget about how nervous you made her, but deeply inside, she knew any effort would be in vain.

Spanish camp had been a stressful environment way before Aitana could remember, and that was key to getting closer with you.

Playing for Real Madrid against Barça had always been hell, but something shifted the last time you had to.

Aitana came up to you with a shy smile as she bit her lower lip.

Her eyes were widening and showed a mixture of victory and compassion.

She enjoyed playing against your team, relishing every victory against the historic rival in men's team history.

But watching you console your teammates as the first captain of your team was crushing her heart. You had walked all over the pitch, shaking hands with the Barça players, including Aitana, to then shift your focus to your teammates.

Some of them were on their knees, others were crying or walking off the pitch as they stormed out, and some others did not care at all.

At one moment, the stadium felt way bigger than before, as the crowd sounds seemed to penetrate your ears until you were only able to hear a high-pitched sound.

If you had been more aware of your surroundings, you'd probably have experienced a panic attack, but you were numb, and after another defeat against Barcelona, no one could blame you for not feeling anything anymore.

That's what Aitana noticed. She saw you looking at her as she approached you. Her soft smile quickly disappeared after noticing your blank stare.

“Let's go inside? Do you need anything?”

She only got more worried after not getting any response back, quickly holding your hand to guide you as you both walked off the pitch.

As the two of you headed to your changing room, she got nearer you, her lips dangerously close to yours.

You started to feel more alive as her eyes looked at you.

Aitana looked visibly concerned.

“Let me get you some water.”

You harshly stopped her from leaving your side—maybe too harsh, as she bumped into you.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly apologized, thinking she was going to get mad, but she stayed quiet, looking from your neck to your lips.

You instinctively licked yours.

Your mind tried to regain focus, but could you blame yourself for not being able to?

She brushed your arms softly, as a way of easing you, but your thoughts had turned into a mess of neediness for her body.

You rolled your eyes when your teammate Maite approached you.

Maite had been Aitana's friend for a while, as they both had met some years ago during national camp.

She was visibly affected by the loss, too, so Aitana shifted the closeness of your body to Maite's, leaving you in a state of jealousy.

You weren't a jealous person; you didn't like Aitana, and you couldn't start having feelings for your biggest rival.

Surprisingly, Aitana had managed to get Maite head to your changing room.

She felt awful for brushing her friend off, but she needed to have a moment with you.

“Are you leaving now?”

You nodded.

She was running out of time.

Everything happened so fast.

The game, the aftermath, but somehow whenever she looked into your eyes, she felt time stopping, you being the only source of life.

Her hand rested on your waist.

“I'm proud of you.”

You rolled your eyes.

Not at her words, but at the thought of the match you had just played.

“I appreciate it, but I don't feel like talking about this.”

She nodded and pulled you into a warm hug.

Her embrace made you almost cry, until you tilted your head, finding her neck.

It was an innocent move, the best way you found to stop the tears falling down, but as your nose softly brushed the skin of her neck, you noticed how she shivered and hissed in a low volume, even though you were able to hear it.

You separated a little bit from her, trying to figure out if she was feeling the same way as you.

You took as a confirmation the way she looked around, just in case someone was approaching.

It was not safe to do anything there, so Aitana grabbed your hand and pulled you into her team's changing room.

You froze at first, not wanting to enter the place where the players had been celebrating the victory, but you gave in and let her guide you through it.

The players looked curiously at you, not understanding why you were there or the quickness of Aitana to pull you into the bathroom.

“It's an emergency,” she informed her teammates, causing the opposite of what she had in mind, as they approached you both, who were already into a bathroom facility.

“Yes, she's fine. Don't worry.”

You had to stop laughing as you shook your head, not being able to believe all the mess Aitana had done just to have some privacy with you.

She looked at you and slightly tilted her head to the left as a way of asking for permission, and you nodded.

With her hand placed on your left cheek, Aitana pressed her lips against yours.

Adrenaline rushed throughout your body.

You knew this was wrong; everything about this was awfully wrong.

But you couldn't get enough of the poison paradise Aitana's lips were.

How could something so forbidden taste so good?

Her lips guided you through the kiss.

It started roughly, slowing down as you kissed.

Her knee pressed against your core as she was quick enough to cover your mouth.

You could hear the other players talking in the bathroom.

“Tell me you have some time left before you have to go. You don't know how much I've thought about this,” Aitana whispered.

You had to leave in about ten minutes, and you hadn't even showered.

“I can't...”

She sighed.

“I've wanted this for a long time, too.”

Aitana looked up and smiled when she saw you smiling, warming her heart knowing the day you've been having.

She placed her head on your chest, “This is so wrong... Like so wrong.”

You laughed.

“I think we both know. But I really want— need to kiss you.”

Aitana looked at you as she licked her lips, and you laughed again, making her roll her eyes.

“Do I need to ask you?”

Aitana nodded, enjoying your desperation to feel her lips.

“Can you kiss me, Aitana?”

She softly grabbed your head, bringing it closer to hers but tilting it to the right, so she could reach your ear.

“As you wish, beautiful.”

And with that, she linked her lips to yours, both of you tasting the bittersweet taste of rivalry.

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sweetbillwriting · 7 months

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This Is Bad, Billy

The Finale Part

Characters: AU Bill Skarsgård, here called Billy. He's inspired by real life Bill but also the character Clark Olofsson in the Netflix series Clark.

Setting: This story is set in the 60s New York.

Warnings: 18+, historical preferences, mental health problems, mental illness, abuse, racism, drugs, mentions about sex, mentions about rape. All opinions is the characters' own and not mine.

Note: This is the finale part! Thank you for reading, liking and reblogging 💖

I walked in farther into the room to look at the lacy thing laying next to Billy's pillow and it really was a pair of panties. I stood and stared at them until he came up next to me.

"Is it something?" He asked, wondering and searching my eyes. I made an unamused sound and looked at him with a headshake.

"Is that a pair of panties?" I asked and pointed to the garment. Bill looked towards the bed then took a pair of fast steps towards the bed, laughed and put the panties in his back pocket.

"You're unbelievable! You have been free for like a couple of hours!"

Bill gave me a confused look and an exaggerated shoulder shrug.

"That has nothing to do with it!"

"Yes it has! I’m really starting to wonder what kind of person you are! And if I want to help you!" I said upset. I thought that would make him shut up but Billy looked just even more provoked.

"So what? You don't want to help me because I slept with someone? What did you expect? That you and I would become an item as soon as we met?"

"No! Or… You don't even remember me so that wouldn't happen!"

Bill shook his head with a smile even if he didn't think it was funny then he dragged both of his hands through his slicked back hair.

"It doesn't matter! Come on! We haven't seen each other for like seven years! You're married and I am engaged!"

I stared at him but had a hard time understanding what he was saying. He sighed and dragged a pinky through his eyebrow while looking down at the floor.

"Engaged?" I asked with a small voice and sat down on Landon's bed that was behind me. Billy sat down next to me but he couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"Yeah and now there is really a chance for me to marry her. Before it had just felt like I was holding her back but… You can make it possible for us to live as wife and husband."

He looked at me with pleading eyes and then carefully laid his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it away fast and stood up with an irritated groan.

"Why would I help you with that?! You have lied to me this whole time!"

He looked confused and leaned forward with one hand on his knee. He was dressed in a well worn white tank top and the dark blue pants from the institution. I was so angry at him but he made it hard for me to not look at him inappropriately.

"I haven't lied? Or not about that. I just don't talk about myself like that. I'm sorry, but I don't need to talk with you about such things. I'm so grateful that you want to help me but you're not a part of my life."

His words were hurtful and I wanted to object but nothing of what he said was untrue. He hadn't shared anything with me, not when we were younger and not now.

"And I shouldn't need to ask this… But aren't you married?"

I made a frustrated sound and stomped my feet like a toddler and then walked out from his hotel room. Like I would help a guy like him.

I walked around the hotel a while to calm down. If I came back to Daniel all upset he would have wondered what had happened and would probably even figure it was something with Billy again. He didn't deserve that. We had decided to go back to Spain and leave this mess behind and I owed him to just stay on that path now, without letting Billy affect me.

I took a deep breath before walking into the hotel room but felt the air I exhale get stuck in my nose when I heard Landon's voice from the room. He was lying on his back in the unmade bed while Daniel sat in an armchair in front of him. It was obvious Landon was the one who spoke while my husband was the listener.

"So yeah, like my life has also sucked without him you know? I just want to be around him even if I get in his shadow. But he's my best friend."

My husband gave me a quick look but then looked back at Landon again when he continued to talk.

"And now he is all grown up. A fiancee? I didn't even think he had it in him to have a friend with benefits type of deal. He has always been a free soul. Like me. But he is fucking engaged now and maybe he can help me get grounded too?" Landon looked at me when he stopped talking and gave me a weird looking smile I couldn't interpret.

"So what's his plan now?" Daniel asked and sat up in the arm chair. It was like my presence had made him get an idea and he looked at me with bright eyes. He probably just saw the engagement as something good, even if it didn't matter now when we would go.

"If he’s freed, he will marry her. Have like five kids, I think. And become a teacher. He hopes to be able to teach in literature and drama."

Daniel nodded with a smile while I just waited on them to be done so we could take a cab to the airport. I didn't even want to be at the hotel anymore.

"Honey, you heard? Such a beautiful plan. Almost like ours. You must help him," Daniel said and stood up so he could walk up to me. Even if I had thought it would be over now I wasn't surprised Daniel thought I should help Billy, now when he wasn't his competition anymore. Daniel was a great man and he would always stand on the less fortunates's side. They were qualities that I loved in him, values I also tried to live by so the most natural thing was to help Billy but there was too much that made it hard. At that moment it was mostly the thought of seeing Billy with another woman that stopped me but what gave me most anxiety was meeting my dad.

Landon looked at my face that had become pale and I looked back at him. If he hadn't now learned to read me he would have begun to beg me to do it but now we looked at each other and we knew that I would do it even if everything in me screamed not to. But it was the right thing, I would never be able to live with myself knowing I had once again left Billy in an institution and even if I didn't know him, I knew he didn't deserve that.

×××

I had pictured the hearing would be in a big courtroom where I could sit in the back avoiding my father but the room where Billy's freedom was discussed wasn't bigger than mine and Daniel's living room in Spain. It was three rows of chairs behind two tables where Billy and Tom Thomas sat by the left one while the prosecutor sat by the other. In front of them sat the judge, a white little man in thick rimmed glasses. I looked at him while walking up to the stand. I had seen that my father was sitting behind the prosecutor and I would do everything in my power to not look at him.

"Good morning Ms. Woods, good morning," said Tom Thomas in his normal energetic way and I gave him a nod and a small smile as an answer.

"In 1961 you worked as a candy striper, it's not common candy stripers work in the psychiatric ward so how did you find a position there?" He asked and I looked towards Billy who sat leaned back in his chair. He had a black suit on and played with his tie.

"I was late so the doctor in charge gave me that job as a punishment but I liked it so I think I talked with the head nurse there," I said and pretended to not remember how I had lied to be able to be close to Billy.

"When did you meet Bill Skarsgård there?"

"I think it was the second time I was there."

The judge sighed.

"Thomas, can you maybe come to the important things? This isn't a trial."

Tom Thomas looked a bit embarrassed. He probably wanted this to be something bigger where he could be the lawyer in the spotlight.

"Ms. Woods, can you tell us about your relationship with Mr. Skarsgård. Did you have a sexual relationship with him?"

I turned in my chair in discomfort and it was then I also forgot to not look to my right because just when I was about to answer I saw my dad's face. He looked at me with dark eyes. He was older and thinner and didn't look the way I remembered him but his eyes were the same but now even harsher, forcing me to stay quiet.

"Ms. Woods?" Said Tom a bit worried and tried to make me look at him. I looked at Billy instead. He also looked worried and picked at the cuticle on his thumb.

"Yes. Yes," I just said as an answer and nodded.

"Was it under consent?"

I nodded without letting Billy go with my eyes.

"I'm sorry but you must answer verbally."

I gave Tom a quick look then I continued to watch Billy again. He looked at me, with big boyish eyes and I made a mental sigh.

"Yes. I wanted to have sex with him."

The judge cleared his throat in discomfort and Tom gave me an alarming look. He had said I should act like a woman with class, but never as a victim. To say out loud that I wanted to have sex with Billy was probably not so classy.

"Why do you think your father said to the police Skarsgård had raped you?"

"Objection, speculative," the prosecutor said and Tom gave the man an annoyed look.

"I’ll rephrase it, did you give any reasons for your father to believe Skarsgård raped you?"

I licked my lips and looked down in my lap. I could feel my dad's eyes on me, like a sharp knife cutting in the side of my neck.

"I let Billy climb in through the window to my bedroom during the night and my parents caught us. But I said to my dad that I wanted to be with Billy intimately. I said it loud and clear." I said the word just as loud and clear then and looked towards the judge. The judge looked back at me, in my eyes, from left to right with a serious expression. I was cleaned up and pretty. My wedding ring adorned my finger and in the third row seat sat my husband as support. I looked like a classy woman, a classy woman that one time had been a stupid in love teenager.

I heard my dad clear his throat. Me and the judge had looked at each other a long time and probably knew everyone else in the room what I knew. The judge had seen me, he had listened to me.

×××

I stood on the stairs to the courthouse when two long arms wrapped around me from behind. They were thick with muscles and the chest so broad it swallowed me up. I gave Daniel a look who stood in front of me, smiling in discomfort but when I felt Billy's cheek against mine I couldn't stop myself from shutting my eyes and smiling.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he said against my cheek and lifted me up from the ground. I giggled and snuggled in even closer to him before he sat me down again. Before he had come out I had just stood heavy with anxiety, listening to Daniel's sweet talk about our future in Spain but Billy had made that anxiety die just from a simple hug. I looked at him with a smile while he shook Daniel's hand and also thanked him and then he breathed out in relief.

"We're going back to the hotel, mom will be there soon," I said and Billy nodded feverishly.

"I want to meet her. Is it okay if I meet her before she testifies?"

I shrugged my shoulders but then looked behind me, a bit of commotion made me stop. It was just Samuel and his family coming out from the doors, applauding and cheering for Billy. Billy turned around, laughed and made a bow. Samuel looked at him with a fatherly look and gave him a hard hug. Billy continued to hug the rest of the family. I didn't think so much of it, I even started to make myself ready to go when I saw that he didn't just hug the last person but also kissed her. She was beautiful but also so similar to Samuel. Billy kissed her again, much more intimate and the rest of the family shouted and cheered.

"Soon I can marry you. I will give you the biggest, most expensive wedding New York has seen!"

The girl laughed and threw herself around his shoulders. I just stood and stared at them. A moment ago his body had been pushed against mine, killing all my anxiety. Now I had anxiety again and it got even worse when my father came out from the courthouse with another man in a suit. He looked at Samuel's big family and Billy celebrating before they had even got the verdict. I could see in his expression what he thought and he made it even obvious when he spit right in front of their feet. He was an awful man and I would never ever want to be even remotely alike him.

×××

I could feel my mother's nerves when we walked into the courtroom. I looked at her while she looked around nervously. Maybe it had been better if she met Billy before the witness stand but I hadn't felt like meeting him. There were too many emotions surrounding his engagement and I needed time to be able to accept that he would soon be a married man.

"Where, where is he?" Asked my mother with a hard grip around her handbag's handles. Just because I was thinking about Billy I thought she met him and gave him a fast look where he sat in the front with Tom. He tried to say hello to us but I turned to my mother when I realized that she was talking about my father.

"I don't know, but it will be okay. Me and Daniel will take care of you. And there's guards everywhere."

She nodded worriedly and took off her hat when she saw the judge come out. In the corner of my eye I could see Tom and Billy come toward us and I took a deep breath. I really just wanted to be a good human, a good person, prove I was nothing like my dad and accept Billy's engagement and be nice and calm with him.

"Mrs. Woods?" Asked Billy with a small smile. It felt like it would have been more natural if Tom was the one addressing her but Billy was the charming one of them. My mom looked at him up and down and then took a deep breath. I wondered if she still had negative thoughts about him.

"Mr. Skarsgård," she said and shook his hand formally.

"It's really nice to meet you and I'm so grateful for you doing this."

She just gave him a nod with her lips pursed. She was nervous but she was also shy and being in a new environment probably made her uncomfortable.

"I'm Tom Thomas, Mr. Skarsgård's lawyer. I hope you know this will go fine and I don't have many questions for you and I don't think the prosecutor has either," said Tom and shook her hand harshly, not at all in that soft gentle way Billy had. I looked at Billy and he gave me a nervous smile. Of course he was also nervous, this was the final day of the hearing. Tomorrow he could be a free man or be forced back to the institution. Before I had time to smile back he had turned to my mother and taken her hand in his carefully. She looked up at him with big eyes and swallowed hard.

"Your… Mr. Woods isn't here, so you can be calm."

I furrowed my brows and looked between Billy and Tom.

"Where is he?"

Billy didn't let go of my mother's eyes and talked just to her calmly.

"He has run away. If I win this trial they will arrest him for what he has done to me and he chose to run before they could take him."

I looked at Billy and my mom, she had laid her other hand over Billy's forearm and hugged it hard.

"I will give all the help you need. Okay?" He said lowly to her and she nodded with tears in her eyes.

"I just feel so guilty…" she said with a low voice and looked down at their hands.

"Don't. This is Mr. Woods' wrongdoing and it can't be easy to live with a man like him."

My mother nodded and let her tears fall. Tom gave her a tissue from his briefcase and she took it but she continued to just look at Billy.

×××

Blue, red, white. The flags stared at me while we waited. They wanted to tell me about this country's pride and how justice would be skipped in these halls. I really hope they were right. Mom, me and Daniel stood in a corner outside of the courtroom to hear Billy's verdict. My mom didn't feel like she had any right to be in there, on Billy's side so we stood in the hallway and waited. I had rather wanted to be there but Billy's whole family was there, Samuel's family. I understood now why Billy called him dad. He actually was his father, his father in law.

The door opened by Billy himself and I knew what verdict he had got with the big smile on his lips. It was what we all had expected but no one was sure and my father had succeeded in manipulating the truth before.

"I'm free!" Screamed Billy a bit too loud for being in a big empty hallway but no one tried to kill his joy where he stood with his arms in the air. Everyone just laughed with him, everyone around him celebrated. I wanted to throw myself round his neck and kiss him, claim him now when he was free but I knew better. He had a fiance that had waited for him, who had promised him faithfulness even if he was locked up. I watched him lift her up in his arms and spin her around and they laughed together. I smiled because even if I wanted him I was happy seeing him so in love.

"Is that his girlfriend?" Asked my mother carefully. Billy's fiance was probably not the woman my mother expected a man white as snow to be together with.

"It's his fiancee," I answered shortly with a smile. I met Daniel's eyes and he smiled too and took my hand in his.

×××

Billy succeeded in getting us all a big table at a fancy restaurant. It was obvious people around us didn't appreciate our company's loud ways and some were my father's type and looked at Samuel and his family with annoyance just because of their skin color. I was afraid my mother would act the same but became happily surprised when I saw her talk with Samuel's wife.

"So you worked as a candy striper when you met?" I asked Billy's fiancee, Shirlee. She sat opposite of me in a green tweed dress over a white blouse.

"No, no. I wasn't that young. I was a caretaker but it wasn't for a long time, they stopped having female caretakers." She gave Billy a look who sat next to her and he smirked a bit.

"But now you're a teacher?" I said with a bright smile to mask my jealousy.

"Yes! And it's so fulfilling, I've even succeeded to put that idea into Billy's head, he would be an amazing teacher."

We continued to talk about easy subjects and she was impressed by my model career. I didn't mention Billy had been a big reason why I had succeeded but I looked at him with a small thankful smile while talking. Shirlee didn't seem to notice and would maybe not see it as a big thing either, Billy gave her so much attention and closeness. I couldn't stop myself from feeling a need to show off that me and Daniel also were in love so I played with his hand in mine and dragged my fingers over his neck. When I did that it felt like Billy looked at us but if he did he had turned away so fast I didn't succeed to get it confirmed.

It was a good night, everyone in Samuel's family was so nice and everyone wanted to celebrate Billy's freedom, even my mom drank a bit too much but by 9 pm Daniel thought it was time to go back to the hotel. I had given up on Billy and with that I also tried to embrace my role as Daniel's wife so I let him decide and together with my mom we walked to the hotel.

My mom looked around when we walked. Her eyes were big and she wore a small smile the whole time. She had never been to New York but seemed to really like what she was seeing.

"Can't we just get a drink in the hotel bar? I just… Want to look at people. They dress so nice and look so fancy," she said with a giggle. I had never seen my mom like that and I giggled too. Daniel looked tired at us and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm going to bed…" he just said and then steered his steps to the elevators. My mom did the same but looked at me with a smile.

"I have a nicer dress in my room I want to change to," she said with a playful smile and I smiled encouragingly.

I followed her to her room while Daniel went to our room and I sat down on the bed while she changed and fixed her makeup. She was different in New York. Or without dad.

"Billy is so sweet. I can understand why you fell so hard for him," she said while putting on some new blue eyeshadow.

A smiled a little but I felt more saddened by talking about him.

"And he's so tall!" She said with a giggle.

"Yeah…" I cleared my throat.

"What do you think about Daniel, you know my husband?"

My mom looked at me through the mirror and smiled a bit.

"He's sweet too."

I nodded but smirked sarcastically.

"But not like Billy?"

My mother didn't seem to understand what I felt and she smirked back.

"Well, Billy has another charisma and… He has those Hollywood good looks. But Daniel is a sweet guy."

I wanted to say something snide but she was right and there was also a knock on the door just then so instead of giving my mom an oversensitive comment I opened the door.

It was Billy. He stood with his hands deep in the front of his suit pants while the white shirt sat sloppy on him, untucked with too many buttons open. His hair was still pushed back but some strains had pushed their way out and laid down in his face. He looked criminally handsome.

"Oh, hey. I was actually here to talk to your mother?" He said with an amused smile and looked me up and down.

I gave him a strange look but he looked at something behind me and waved.

"Mrs. Woods, is it okay if I come in?" He asked with a charming smile and stretched.

She smiled warmly at him and looked at herself in the mirror in her powder box.

"Of course, what do you want this late?"

Billy took some steps into the hotel room without looking at me.

"Well I was afraid you would go tomorrow without me being able to say goodbye. I want to give you my contact details so you can call me if you need any help." He took up a folded piece of paper from his pants pockets and stretched it out for her.

"Oh… But Billy, you don't need to help me? I owed you help." She opened the note and read the numbers. I looked at them and felt a bit left out, I didn't really have anything to do with this.

"It doesn't matter. You helped me and for that I want to help you, if you need it."

My mom smiled warmly and stretched out her hand towards Billy but to her surprise he dragged her into a hug. She laughed a little, almost embarrassed and Billy gave her a big smile. I started to wonder if I should leave them alone when he turned to me.

"What happened to all your porcelain dolls?" He asked with a playful smile. I looked at him confused and gave my mom a fast look.

"I don't know…" I was on my way to ask my mother when a question to Billy showed up in my head instead.

"Do you remember them?"

Billy laughed a little and sat down next to me on the bed.

"I actually laid at night and thought about what you had said when you testified and suddenly it "clicked". First you were just one of… my many female friends but when I got some information the pieces fell into place."

I looked at him with big eyes while he looked back at me with a boyish smile. He looked just like he did during our nights together. Just a bit older and much sexier. I almost didn't notice my mom slip out from the room to give us some privacy.

"You were so young and sweet. I wanted you so much but felt bad someone like me would be your first…"

He took my hand in his and I moved closer to him.

"No. Don't feel like that. I wanted you… I wanted you so bad…"

×××

Seven Months Later

He wore a black suit again but this one looked nicer. The one he had at the hearing was also nice but it was a bit out of style. This looked more in line with 1968s fashion, more daring. I smiled at seeing him from afar and took a sip from my glass. Billy looked back at me with a smirk while he talked with some people he worked with and with Landon by his side. They laughed together but he still gave me a look.

When he gave the men his full attention again I looked around in the restaurant. It was decorated with pink and red roses to fit a wedding. It was a fine restaurant but Billy had money to pay for it. I sighed a little to myself and corrected my dress that sat a bit too tight.

"You must entertain everyone," I said with a big smile when Billy came up to me along with Shirlee. His bride. She wore a short white lace dress with long sleeves and looked beautiful but also a bit sexy, such a girl Billy should have.

Billy made an amused sound and shook my hand and then Daniel's that stood behind me.

"You look lovely," said Daniel to Shirlee when he shook her hand.

"Thank you! And so do you," she turned to me and looked at me the way everyone looked at me for the moment, then down to my belly that was big and round.

I smiled at her and gave Billy a fast look before looking at Daniel with a smile. He laid an arm around me and pulled me closer to his body.

"What month are you in?" She asked and once again I gave Billy a fast look who looked at me with big eyes while playing with his glass between his fingers.

"I'm seven months pregnant," I said and smiled a little nervously. Shirlee just nodded brightly.

"Congratulations," said Billy and turned to Daniel. "A baby! Great job man," he said with a smirk and Daniel laughed a little.

"Can I…?" Billy lifted his hand to show he wanted to touch my belly and I nodded a little with a hammering heart. He laid a big warm hand over my yellow dress and I watched him drag it over my belly. When I looked at his face he just gave me a sweet smile.

"Bill, it's almost time for us to go," said Shirlee and pulled lightly in his arm. Billy let me go and took her hand in his.

"Thank you for coming all the way from Spain," said Shirlee to us while starting to walk towards her parents.

"Take care," said Billy with a nod and looked at me with an unreadable face and then down to my belly.

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minvaleria93 · 4 years

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EMPIRE chapter 1 • Rock n’ Roll

pairing: BTS x ladies of empire

Genre: Romance/action/drama

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In this heat even the trees appear defeated. A few days ago some rain fell, large warm drops a that disappeared as soon as they struck the hot tarmac or else sucked into the dusty mud not leaving a trace.

The corridors and school courtyard were crowded with students, and the chaos was so perfect that it looked more like a scene from a movie than something you'd witness in real life. There was the couple that was always making out outside in the courtyard under the huge oak tree, and about ten feet farther down, sitting at the tables were the cliquey girls. Opposite them, the cliquey football team boys, and between them, the parade of band musicians with their huge instrument cases. On the other side of the courtyard, by the Science department were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes, and by the cafeteria, sitting outside were the group of rich girls on their phones and holding their designer handbags while laughing.

Vanilla intoxicated their senses as soon as they walked though the doorway to their History lesson. It was the last lesson of the day, and the students couldn't wait to start off their summer.

The walls in the classroom were a beige tone and the floor was polished spotless. On the walls were presentations of past students, quotes and pictures of a few historical figures with information about them underneath their pictures. There were four rows with six chairs and tables one after the other and four large windows that looked out into the school courtyard. And at the front of the classroom was a desk with the teacher's pencils, pens, class worksheets, laptop and cup. And on the front wall she had one clear whiteboard and next to it was an interactive board which she used for her lessons.

"Right," the teacher began, as she stood in front of the class. "I know this is the last lesson of the day, and that you all want to go home — and believe me, I would want nothing more than to be out through those gates as much as all of you."

The students all took their seats, and the chatter stopped. "Now, since it's the last day of school and I don't want to give you work, I'll let you all to talk amongst yourself and listen to music. You can also take part in this Word Search; the sheets are on my desk— but please keep the volume down." The students smiled at her and nodded, before they turned to their friends and chatted quietly as they listened to music with their headphones while some completed the Word Search.

"Did you find number ten?" A girl asked. She had Snow White skin, with raven hair that was pulled back into a loose ponytail with a few locks swinging down the sides of her face, red lips and brown eyes. This was Han Se-ri. She nudged the girl sitting on the table next to her who had her head down as she crossed out the word she found.

The girl had a porcelain-like face, her dark brown hair was parted down the middle and tied into two, loose pigtails at the bottom of her neck and she had hazel eyes. This was Isabel Kyo.

The clock ticked, each passing second became a minute and then,

RING

The school bell rang letting everyone know it was time to go home. Isabel and Se-ri made sure they didn't forget anything before they stood and walked walked out of the classroom with everyone.

A few students stood in the corridors of the school. Some were talking to teachers, some were crying and others, even on the last day of school had detentions.

As the two girls walked through the school courtyard laughing, Isabel felt someone bumped their shoulder into herself. She was nudged so hard that she managed to push Se-ri a few steps away from her.

"Watch where you're going," a cold and bitter voice hissed at her and disappeared into the crowd.

"Aish, watch where you're going?" Se-ri repeated in a mocking tone. "Hey—"

"Se-ri, no!" Isabel panicked. Isabel may have been the quiet girl in school, but unlike Se-ri that was no the case. Isabel would try her best to avoid crossing people the wrong way, but not Se-ri. No, that girl wouldn't know how and when to close her mouth.

"In case you haven't noticed," Se-ri said to her friend. "He nudged you, making you to nudge me all the way to the other side of the world." She was also dramatic and used that as a weapon. "I think we both deserve justice—"

Isabel caught Se-ri by her school bag. "God forbid if you were a ruler," she said. "You'd have people beheaded for as so much glancing at you the wrong way."

Se-ri smiled, her hands on her hips and tilted her head slightly to the side. "I'd be one hell of a queen," she said proudly. Isabel shaking her head while laughing. ••••

The sand was softly golden with just the right comforting warmth. To rest on the beach felt like a cosy hug, one only matched by the sunshine filling sky. The sound of their laughers danced in the air as they sat and waited for their friend to get back. The sand was softly golden with just the right comforting warmth. To rest on the beach felt like a cosy hug, one only matched by the sunshine filling sky. The sound of their laughers danced in the air as they sat and waited for their friend to get back.

They were seven in total. Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseko and Kim Namjoon who were the oldest. And then there was park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook, who were the youngest.

The boys stretched out their arms and legs as they sat down, waiting for Jungkook who had went home real quick before he met up with the rest of his friends at the beach.

"Seriously," said Jimin, as he looked at Namjoon. "A summer job?"

Namjoon shrug. "Why not? Actually, why don't we all tr—"

"Like hell I'd work my summer away," said Taehyung as he threw some sand at his friend.

"Hey Namjoon," said Jin. "Instead of a summer job, why don't you train for president? You could lead South Korea to greatness." The boys laughed as Namjoon tackled Jin.

"Ey!!" Chimed J-Hope and Taehyung as they shot to their feet. Jungkook, dragging his feet through the sand like a toddler approached his friends with his head down and a plastic bag in his right hand.

"Beer," J-Hope smiled as he reached for the plastic bag to only find that it was empty. "But where is—"

Taehyung frowned at the sight of the boy standing before him. He reached his hand out and lifted his chin. Jungkook had a bruised cheek and a blood lip. "What happened?" He asked, but Jungkook didn't reply and lowered his head once again.

The sudden silence caught Yoongi's attention, making him look over at the three boys standing before he too got to his feet. He caught Jungkook's chin and lifted his head up. A sudden rush of anger flowed through his veins that made his heart race and he clenched his jaw.

Jungkook had taken beatings from his stepfather a few times, but never had he left a beating like this. His friends wanted to help him multiple times and each time Jungkook would tell them that he didn't want to cause more trouble, but this time it was taken a step too far.

Three words left Yoongi's lips. "Where is he?" Jungkook, as much as he didn't want to cause trouble for not just himself, but for his mother as well released everything. He knew he had to do something or his stepfather wouldn't stop from using him as a punching bag.

He raised his right hand up, pointing it to a direction that had Yoongi following. The anger inside him boiled as he dropped his hand from Jungkook's chin and without saying a word to the others he pushed past Taehyung and Jungkook and ran.

The sound of laughter reached their ears as they approached the construction scene and the workers were taking a small break. A man in his early thirties placed eight cans of beer on the table and tossed the bag to the side. He attempted to take a seat next to one of his coworkers when he halted to a stop and watched as a group of familiar faces approached his workspace.

"You came for another beating, boy?" Jungkook's stepfather sneered, making his work buddies laugh. "You should head back, I'll deal with you when I get home," he shot sharply at Jungkook before he turned his back to the boys.

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, he could feel the anger radiating off of him. He narrowed his eyes down his Yoongi's hands and saw that his knuckles were white as snow. His eyes widened and be reached his hand out to tug Yoongi away, but he was too slow.

Yoongi caught the man's shoulder and turned him around before he raised his fist and swung it at the man forcing his head to the side and his body followed.

The sound of chairs being pushed back and metal hitting the palm of the hand made the boys look at the other workers who had stood to their feet. Jungkook's stepfather raised himself up off the ground and spat blood on the side. Silence lingered in the air as they all looked at each other.

Taehyung, with his hands in his pocket stepped next to Yoongi, and the others followed while smiling under their noses as they adjusted their school ties. They stood still for a moment, watching their moves, the way their eyes shifted from each one of them, the way they breath before they roared like lions and swiftly attacked.

The dark haired man pushed forward and swung his fist at Jin, but he quickly grabbed him and slammed his elbow down the centre of the man's arm. Jimin took one to the jaw and laugher broke from his throat. He looked at the man in front of him and took his arm and dislocated it from his socket. "WHOW!" He cheered in victory as he watched the man cry in pain.

Taehyung blocked off a punch with his arm by holding it up to is face before he forced the man's arm down and swung his own fist to his nose. The man stumbled backwards, blood pouring from his nose. J-Hope grabbed one of the men by the arm and forced his head down the table breaking the wood in half.

Jungkook stood behind a stone pillar and caught one of the works by the shirt and tugged him with such force that the man was met with the pillar to the head and fell down to the ground. Namjoon pushed his attacker's arm to the side and caught the man by the shirt and headbutted him.

A man swung his metal-like stick at Yoongi who dogged a few swings before he caught it in his hand and with all his strength tugged it out from the man and swung it at his arms, chest and legs. He watched as the man fell to the ground before his head shot to the sound of a chair being dragged across the ground. He reached his hand out and caught Jungkook's stepfather by the arm and turned his back to the man and pulled on his arm. A cracking sound was heard and the man cried in pain.

"Shit," Taehyung cursed under his breath. The sudden blast from a siren reached their ears and they knew it was time to leave.

"We have to leave," said Jin. "Let's go."

The red and blue lights flashed brightly in gloom of the summer evening. They ran down the street, their feet stomping on the ground as they held their breaths. They could hear not one but a few more sirens now and they knew it'd be best if they divide. "Split up," said Namjoon and the others nodded before they broke into different directions.

••••

It's been a long day for Isabel. Last day of school, her mother taking her shopping and now her parents had a family friend over, but she was too tired and bored to sit in the living room and listen to adults talk. So, she sat upstairs in her bedroom going through her wardrobe as she spoke to Se-ri on the phone.

"We have to go," said Se-ri.

"But what are we going to do there?" Isabel asked. "It's not like they have good music that we can rock out to—"

Se-ri gasped. "How are you my friend?" She asked. "Of course they have— we are going and that's final."

Isabel held back from smiling. Se-ri wanted to attend a concert but she didn't want to go alone and since Isabel was her older friend she was set on dragging the girl with her to this event. Isabel opened her mouth to speak, but there was a knock at her bedroom door before it opened and her mother entered.

"Ajumma," Se-ri pouted at the sight of a woman —beautiful and dressed as though she had just stepped out from the 40's era and into the 21st century. She wore a black pencil skirt with an emerald green, satin blouse that was tucked in and a pearl necklace with matching earrings, lips painted red and a winged eyeliner that was sharper than a blade. She had a fair complexion, hazel eyes and her dark, brown hair that was tied into a bun at the bottom of her neck loosely. "Please, tell your daughter to come with me," she begged.

Mary looked at the girl on Isabel's phone screen and exhaled a laugh. Isabel quickly grabbed her phone and tapped the red icon on her screen. "What is it, mum?" Isabel asked her mother through her laugh.

"Isabel, join us downstairs," said Mary. "Please."

Isabel smiled at the woman and nodded. "I'll be down in a minute."

••••

The sound of chatter came to a pause as they heard the light tapping of steps approaching the living room. The living room was massive. There was a marble fireplace that sat in front of a black, leather sofa with armchairs and one extra chair which was also covered in black leather and shaped like a square, but it didn't have the frame of the chair where you pressed your back against. There were two chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling, and candles were also on the walls, as though they were torches. And there were five large windows that stretched from then ceiling down to the polished, hardwood floor.

"Uncle," Isabel greeted with a small smile, as she hugged this tall middle aged man. This was Lee Bon-Hwa, a businessman and an old family friend.

"Look at you," he said. "Even more gorgeous than the last time we saw you, isn't that right Niklaus?"

Isabel felt her smile tighten at the name. She turned around and saw a boy no older than a year or two than her placing his glass cup down on the table. Niklaus always admired Isabel. He was simply enchanted by her presence.

"How do you expect me to tell her, Mary?"

Isabel heard her father's whispered hiss to her mother. She turned around and looked at her parents with a small frown. "Tell me what?" She asked.

••••

*** two years later ***

He ran. Ran like there was no tomorrow. Like the world was rolling off a cliff. His feet slip outwards on the ground as he rounded the corner, the cold evening air shocked his throat and lungs as he inhaled deeper, faster. With each footfall a jarring pain shoot ankle to knee, ankle to knee. Perhaps jumping that wall onto stairs wasn't so smart. His heart drummed frantically, all or nothing. Fail and your whole body will pay the price. He knew that estate better than they did, those pigs were just pretty men in uniform.

He threw the bag over the fence and quickly climbed, falling onto his side once he made it over. He bit his tongue to stop himself from hissing in pain. He held his breath for a few moments, listening to the footsteps of the police as they walked right past him. The sound of a dog barking caught their attention and they quickly chased after the sound.

Jimin looked straight ahead and saw an entrance to an abandoned building. He grabbed the bag, pushing the paid aside he got to his feet and sneaked into the building.

He ran down the empty corridors, his footsteps and breathing was all he could hear. It was as though the building was one with him. He pushed a door open and threw the bag onto the floor and turned the tap on before he took his shirt off. He made sure to turn on the hot water so the blood on the fabric would loosen and come off. The water in the skin was tinted with blood. He scrubbed the fabric on top of each other with such force that he was surprised his skin hadn't scrubbed off.

The sound of footsteps caught his attention and he froze. He turned the tap off and pushed himself away from the sink, pressing his back against the cold, tile wall. He reached behind his back and held the gun down by his side in a firm grip. He could hear the door open and he raised the gun to the level of his eyes before he stepped forward and pointed it to the intruder.

"Hey! It's me," J-Hope held his hands up n surrounded. Jimin exhaled deeply as he dropped his arm and the tightness in his chest vanished.

"Where are the others?" Jimin asked.

J-Hope took his backpack off and tossed it to Jimin. "I don't know," he replied. "But I'm sure we'll meet with them at the apartment." Jimin looked at his friend and slowly nodded before he opened the backpack and saw fresh clothes.

••••

He sat around in the living room, waiting for the others to arrive. But really he only wanted to see one person. It's been a few days since they robbed the casino and one of them didn't know how to keep quiet. He ran a finger across the line of his lips just as the door to the apartment opened and everyone walked.

"What took you so long?" Namjoon asked. "I've been sitting here for the last two hours."

"Calm down," said Yoongi in a cocky tone. "We're here now." Ever since the robbery Yoongi's attitude changed. It was like the money they now possessed and the experience had changed his personality, the way he spoke, his mannerism— he was a different person.

"Since we are all here," began Namjoon. "We need to talk about how we are going to keep on the low for a while. We can't go out spending just yet. We don't want to—"

"Aish," Yoongi threw his head back and looked up at the celling as he waved his hand. "What's the point of having all this money if we can't spend it?"

Jin shook his head. "We have to be smart about this," he said. The others knew better than to go out and spend their share on anything. "We need to wait for things to calm down, or the authorities will get suspicious."

"Exactly," agreed Namjoon. "Which is something you should be doing, Yoongi. You can't go out and throw you share around just now. You need to take a step back. We also need to make it look like we were never here during the robbery—"

Yoongi's laugher caught everyone's attention. They looked at him, watching as his shoulders moved up and down, his eyes squinted and his lips carved themselves into a smile. Everyone watched as he got up from the sofa and approached the door. He was going to leave.

A sudden wave of fear and worry rushed through Jungkook's veins and he quickly caught Yoongi by the arm, but was pushed back. Everyone sitting now stood to their feet, watching. "Where are you going?" Jungkook asked.Yoongi didn't as so much exhale. He turned back to the door to only be held back by Jungkook again but this time Jungkook wrapped his arms around Yoongi, thinking that maybe a hug was going to stop him from leaving.

Yoongi clenched his jaw as he pushed Jungkook away from him with such force that the boy's back met with the wall. Jungkook looked down at his hands that were now curled into tight fists. His brown eyes narrowed to Yoongi who watched him as he licked the corner of his mouth while stumbling backwards. And Jungkook didn't waste a single second longer. He ran at Yoongi and swung his fist at him.

The others gasped as they watched Yoongi fall and then as he wiped the blood from his mouth. "Both of you stop this," Jin's voice came strong and firm. The tone in his voice was a warming.

Jungkook grabbed Yoongi by the jacket and pulled him up to his feet. He watched as blood pushed its way out and down the corner of Yoongi's mouth from the blow. "Why?" As he shook Yoongi. "Why are you leaving? You can't just go. We promised that we wouldn't leave each other! That we would always stick together no matter what!"

Everyone watched in silence as they held their breaths. They didn't know why or for what reason Yoongi wanted to leave, but it had to be for good reason.

Yoongi pushed Jungkook away from him once again. He didn't hit or punch him. He would never do that, even though Jungkook had done so to him. Yoongi looked down at the boy on the floor next to the sofa, wanting to reach out to him and apologise, but he couldn’t. This had to be done. And without as so much a single word he took one last glance at everyone and walked out of the apartment.

The air was thick and cold. He couldn't seem to breath properly. He felt as thought there was something suffocating him, and he needed to take a deep breath. He walked down the streets, keeping to one side with his head down and his hands in his pockets. The corner of his mouth felt numb from the hit Jungkook had given him, but he didn’t care.

He had to do this. He had to leave because he would be putting them in danger with what he had planned for the future. He stopped walking and turned into an alleyway. The alleyway was straight like a drinking straw and from the unguarded apartment windows reflected from the dark brick walls. He felt his knees give out, and he leaned against the wall for support. There was a tightness in his chest and there was a silence in his soul.

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TALKING TO EXPLOSION BOY (BNHA)

Cat: Lil floof and if you squint, angst

Agender! Reader was nervous about their internship with Thirteen already, but throw in the sparky porcupine? Anxiety maxed out. But surprisingly, he just isn’t as explosive as usual. (Reader has a fire related quirk)

Y/N remembered when they first decided to try out for cross country.

It was the summer before 8th grade when they vowed to make themself into a person they could like. Their sister had given them a ride to the school, they’d retied their sneakers about fifteen times on the way, and they’d practically had a death grip on that poor plastic water bottle.

They’d been so nervous that they refused to get out of the car. They remembered knowing absolutely nobody on the team, feeling so socially inept because they hadn't talked to anybody all summer. It wasn't until their sister reassured them that they finally found themself unlocking the door.

That's what they thought internships were gonna be like.

But rather than the hellish experience their middle school self endured, it was quite different.

They chose to intern with Thirteen to learn how to use their quirk in rescue scenarios. Thirteen, who they’d recently learned went by xe/xyr pronouns, was a pretty nice person, who took their wall of awkwardness and formality into consideration.

Y/N was finally letting the wall drip down a bit, allowing Thirteen to see their real personality. And the acceptance was nice.

That's why they didn't really mind it when Thirteen said xe needed to drop by Best Jeanist's agency. Something to do with the author and plot lines.

So they followed Thirteen through the building, politely smiling at the passersby they happened to make eye contact with. The two stopped at a door in the building, pushing it open, and just like that feeling of finding someone you know in your home town, Y/N felt like they’d been smacked with frying pan.

Bakugo and Y/N made eye contact from both sides of the room, a silence as his hair sprung back to its normal state.

Oof.

If the rest of the Bakusqud were here, Y/N probably would've been able to sneak in a laugh under Mina, Sero, and Kaminari’s cackling, but alas that was not the case. And despite the self destructive ramblings of Y/N’s rather common mental breakdowns, they valued their life.

Best Jeanist sighed as though this weren't the first time this occurred, flicking his comb into his pocket. "Thirteen." He said in greeting. "What brings you here?"

"I just need to do some touch ups on the paperwork for the collab takedown we did last week. Turns out the villains quirk wasn't energy mutation." Xe replied, while Y/N suddenly begun to wish they had Hagakure's quirk instead as Bakugo’s eyes burned into their skull.

"Is that your intern?"

Uh oh.

"Yep," Thirteen said, pushing Y/N forward much to their dismay. "They’ve got quite the quirk."

Best Jeanist hummed in response, having been there in the stadium. He remembered sending them an invite to intern with him after the festival, but he supposed they were searching for something specific.

"You two are in the same class right?" Best Jeanist asked. Y/N stiffened as he acknowledged Bakugo's presence. Without waiting for a response, he carried on, "You two stay here. Thirteen, the reports in my office."

And despite every cell in their body yelling at the two to stay, the door closed behind the two leaving both Bakugo and Y/N in immediate discomfort.

Silence.

Y/N looked around the room at anything and everything except for Bakugo. They spotted a chair, the only other one in the room placed right across from the blonde porcupine.

With an internal groan, they shuffled over to the chair, sitting uncomfortably still as they pulled out their phone. They stared at the screen, pretending to be doing something while attempting to negotiate a ceasefire with the whatever deity above was listening.

Whatever I did to deserve this, I am so sorry. It'll never happen again, bro, just get me tf outta here rn before my soul skrrt skrrts from my body-

Oh no, now their nose was itchy. The temptation was there, but the risk of drawing attention was even greater. Were they gonna sneeze? Were there tissues in here? Jeez did hearts always beat so loudly? And what is up with the whole breathing thing? It sounds like there's gonna be a whole goddamn tornado-

"Hey. Depressed Flambé."

Y/N hesitantly looked up from their screen, wondering if they placed their funeral plans in an obvious enough location. Top left drawer of their dresser, beneath their will. Dang they forgot to write if they wanted red camellias or white camellias. Surely class 1-A would know they were a red camellias type of lad. And they had to change the song from "Thriller" to "E-Girls Are Ruining My Life", ya know, get with the times-

"I know you're avoiding me. Your damn phone isn't even on." Bakugo's brash voice said, and they suddenly felt like dropping an anvil on their head.

Y/N gave a smile that may as well have said, "I've been caught" and tucked the phone into their pockets where their hands could fidget out of view.

Silence.

Depressed Flambé, Y/N pondered.

They hadn't thought they had a nickname, they figured since they had barely interacted with him all year that they were in the clear.

Guess not.

Their thoughts and the room stayed radio silent for a bit before they hesitantly spoke up, "Trying out a new hair style?"

"Mention it to the rest of 1-A and I’ll kill you!" He barked defensively, huffing when he saw them flinch almost unnoticeably. "He won't let me patrol with him until I 'reform my appearance' or some bullshit like that."

Y/N nodded, though they didn't really see much difference. He was intimidating either way, one just made him look a little more idiotic. "Some bullshit sounds about right." Y/N replied, trying to let themself relax.

Bakugo seemed content with their response, and once again the two fell into silence. And just like a hand reaching out, they felt their voice wanting to come out, to keep talking, but maybe he didn't want to. Maybe it'd be better to take the chance and have no regrets later? But what if he just told them to shut up? They probably would never get over that. It was probably best if they-

"How's your internship?" Bakugo asked, clearly uncomfortable with asking the question. He wasn't even making eye contact which was supposed to be Y/N’s thing.

By the author's grace, was this the power of those behind the divine fourth wall?

"It's good!" Y/N said, a little too quickly for their liking.

Stupid social anxiety.

"Um, Thirteen's trying to teach me how to use my quirk in rescues." They added slowing their words, before their voice lowered into a murmur. "I just kind of wish I knew that they don't really teach fighting techniques."

"Well why don't you teach yourself?" He asked.

Why do you have such good hearing, they thought. "I mean I tried a while ago, but I wouldn’t know where to start."

"Is the phone you were using to avoid me just for show or can you actually use it? Just look some up or walk yourself to a library."

OML THIS IS A HISTORICAL MOMENT HE GOT THROUGH A SENTENCE WITHOUT CURSING OR INSULTING ANYBODY IM SO PROUD OF YOU, BRO, WE NEED TO CELEBRATE THIS MOMENTOUS OCCASION- "I guess that make sense." Y/N replied, sheepish but surprised.

They really thought it would be like that first day at cross country. Like everyone would be looking at them, judging them, ostracizing them. But it was all their head, just as it was then, just as it was now.

There was a gap of (you guessed it) silence, but this time it was less awkward, more...comfortable.

"It's too bad, Best Jeanist, isn't what you thought he would be." Y/N said.

He hummed in response.

"It seems more like he's trying to change you than train you." They thought aloud.

"It's annoying. I wish he'd finish this damn haircut, so I can skip to the fun part, and kick somebody’s ass."

Y/N snorted audibly. "If it's about getting it to stay, I think I can help."

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, which before may have had them thinking they were on his kill list, but now not so much. "You do hair?"

"I mean, I take care of mine almost every morning, and I'm pretty good with gel at this point so why not?" They shrugged.

"Hurry up then, I don't want to have to do this for any longer than I have to."

"Your hair is surprisingly soft."

"Shut up, Flambé!"

"Seriously, what conditioner do you use?"

"I WILL BLOW YOU UP RIGHT NOW!"

•••

"Thanks for stopping by Thirteen, it's been nice." Best Jeanist said, as the two stepped out of his office.

Thirteen replied. "No problem. See you around."

The two turned to the other duo and though neither visibly shown it, the surprise remained present.

"Did you do his hair?" Thirteen asked in mild confusion.

Best Jeanist was past the point of mere confusion, he was borderline baffled. "You fixed it?!"

Y/N tucked away a comb granted by the author, "Magic."

"Are we gonna patrol now or what?" Bakugo asked, a grin tugging at his lips.

Even though it looked borderline evil, Y/N was still pretty proud they made him smile. Even if he looked like he was about commit a homicide.

A/N Feel free to hit me up via anything if you have any requests. Whether it’s headcanons, scenarios, or different pronouns lemme know! I really like writing these and wanna make everybody feel ✨comfy✨💕

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