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yndrgrl · 10 months

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yandere! bakugou uses you to get to someone else, but ends up falling for you instead

long ass fic. fem! reader. regular! au. enemies to lovers. lowkey crack! fic. tsundere! bakugou.

warnings: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, somnaphilia (idk how to spell it), degrading, bullying, spitting, public sex, hatefuck

a/n: requests are open :) (plz request something, idk what else to write about 😭)

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"no." that's all you said. so flat, so robotic. that's all you wanted to say.

bakugou was a pushy man, however. "it wasn't a question."

"oh for real?" you gasped, putting both hands to your cheeks to show your faux shock. "no."

"listen, you're gonna help me win over uraraka-"

"no, i'm not, bakugou," you denied once more. you don't even know why he came to you in the first place. it was clear as day that uraraka had a major crush on izuku, & izuku liked uraraka just as much.

honestly, what surprised you the most is that bakugou even had a crush. i guess it makes sense that it would be on uraraka though.

"yes, you are because i have something over you," bakugou threatened lowly.

you scoffed, "oh, do you now?" there wasn't really much he could have over you that would make you help him-

he slammed a journal on the desk, a slam echoing throughout the library. it was your personal diary.

you lunged for your journal, but he snatched it & threw it into his bag. you screamed at him, "how'd you get that, you sicko?!" the only way he would've gotten that was by breaking into your dorm room.

"are you going to help me or not?"

yes, you could've bought a nicer, leather journal with handcrafted pieces of paper, glued recent pictures of your life & decorated the pages with washi tape, stickers, & colored markers, but you didn't want to start over yet. your journal is a year & a half old, every page nearly filled; it's a deep dive into your mind. every overwhelming event in your life, every good memory, every goal you strive to achieve is written down in that book. bakugou katsuki had that all in his possession.

that's why, two days after you found out what he has, you're sitting with your usual study group in your designated, outdoor study area-- plus bakugou. your bluetooth speaker played a playlist shared throughout the group. you sat on the edge with uraraka beside you & bakugou across from you.

"y/n," someone said, catching your attention; it was uraraka. "i didn't know you & bakugou were friends."

you wanted to laugh. you quickly told her, "we're not-"

"we're good friends," katsuki overlapped with his lie. his scowl upturned into the smallest smile when uraraka glanced up at him.

"oh wow, i had no idea! the two of you are so hard-headed, i wouldn't have expected the two of you to get along so great," she said back with a giggle. you loved uraraka, but she's too friendly sometimes.

bakugou, trying to play into the cool-bad-boy character, said, "yeah, well she makes it hard sometimes, but it helps when she has cute friends, i guess."

never in your life did you think you would hear big, tough bakugou flirt in your life.

they continued their conversation that you tuned out, rereading your notes & constructing plans on how to get your journal so you could expose him. everyone was invested in their own stuff. obviously, bakugou & uraraka were talking amongst themselves. momo was explaining to jirou & mina some math topic that they were sobbing about. tsu was on her laptop as she tried finishing a power point that was due the next day.

your chin was propped up by your hand, humming the song that started playing. "um, excuse me," a masculine voice called out. it caught the attention everyone at the table. you heard bakugou scoff, & you could only assume he rolled his eyes.

you looked up at the source of the voice. he was right in front of you, face red, cheeky smile. he was cute in the way that a puppy eager for a treat was. "you're y/n, right?"

"yeah, i am," you confirmed, matching his grin.

he introduced himself by saying his name & told you that he was in the hero-support program. he then said, "i just wanted to say that you're just really pretty."

compliments were one thing. compliments from complete strangers always messed you up though. "oh, th-thanks." you're so awkward.

"so like, maybe i could get your number, & we could go on a date or two?"

you glanced back at all your friends, who all had big smiles as a way of non-verbally saying, "get your manz, bitch!!"

bakugou on the other hand, had an expression of confusion & anger-- the anger was permanent though.

"i mean, i don't give out my phone number, but maybe we can snap or something?"

the guy nodded with enthusiasm, pulling out his phone to give you his username. "cool, well sorry for wasting your guys' time," the boy said to you friends before turning to you & saying, "i'll hit you up later?"

"can't wait," you replied back.

as soon as he was out of earshot, mina squealed, "oh my god! you're such a flirt!"

jirou teased, "you're so awkward, it's literally so funny."

"you're my pretty best friend," tsu croaked with a laugh.

"guys, nothing is gonna happen," you said with a blush. "i'm just gonna be his friend."

"how does it feel to be hit on for the first time, loser?" bakugou yawned, as if he's been hit on ten million times by fan girls & milfs or something.

mina retaliated, "what are you talking about? y/n gets hit on all the time!"

uraraka jumped in, "yeah, what's was that? guy number five?"

"y/n?" bakugou questioned, & all your friends nodded. "that thing? doubt it."

"what's there to doubt? you just saw it," you growled at him, he annoyed you so badly.

after that study session, he got uraraka's number like he hoped for, but he was more curious about you. he never realized until that day how often you do actually get men's attention. bakugou always assumed you were some bookworm, writer nerd who leeched off of his darling, uraraka for popularity & personality.

"i don't get it," bakugou muttered, staring at your figure across the cafeteria. he was surrounded by his friends, who all followed his gaze.

kirishima groaned, "dude, just ask uraraka out already." it was routine that bakugou would say something about how shitty nerd, deku, isn't good enough for her affections or how he would be a better match for her.

"no, it's not that," bakugou corrected, glare not breaking off of you. this caught kirishima, denki, sero, & mina -who sometimes sat with you as well- off guard.

"what are you talking about, bro," denki asked.

"i don't get it. she's not even that cute," bakugou scoffed, slouching back into the bench. his eyes finally tore away from you & awase from class 1-b.

"who?"

"y/n, i think," mina assumed, & when bakugou didn't deny it, they all knew she was right. "why does it even bother you?"

"it doesn't," he said, glancing back at you. awase left you, & in his place was the floating, fighting machine uraraka. he didn't feel the need to say anything about her though, but he felt like he had to. "she's weird, uraraka shouldn't even be friends with her."

"there it is," sero sighed, making all the others laugh.

"shut up," bakugou scowled at them. everyone was used to it, so they weren't that threatened.

"but seriously, bakubro, don't hate on y/n just cuz she's best friends with uraraka, & you're jealous," kirishima told him. he always did this to the blonde. he wasn't scared to tell him off.

bakugou, infuriated, yelled, "i'm not jealous of her, okay? it's just stupid how she has everyone wrapped around her finger, so don't be some dumb, y/n defenders. hop off her fuckin' dick."

"i'm just saying, man. she's super cool, has a useful quirk, & is an awesome fighter," kirishima said, holding his hands as a way to show he was backing down.

"if i were you, bakugou, i would be trying to be her friend," mina said.

mina's words played on repeat in bakugou's head for a week. it was driving him crazy. even though that bridge of being friends was already burned & he kept telling himself he doesn't care, he can't help but want to be closer to you.

he said it was all for uraraka in the end. after all, when they were texting the other day, she said that she would want a future partner to get along with her friends or else it'll be a deal breaker.

bakugou deduced that if he was on favorable terms with you that uraraka would fall for him-- & maybe you too. he felt himself physically jolt when he thought that. why in fucks name would he want you to fall for him? he thought for a second. it's not like he wants to be with you or anything, but he doesn't want you with anyone else.

he somehow found himself in front of your dorm door past curfew. bakugou, at this time, was usually asleep, dreaming about a life where him & uraraka lived happily ever after. however, tonight was different. he didn't feel like thinking about the short-haired brunette.

he doesn't even know why he's outside your door.

in his head, he rationalized that he just loves uraraka so much that he'd give up sleep to become your friend. it was such an urgent situation that he didn't even bother putting on shirt.

he fished in his sweatpants' pocket for a lock pick, the same one he used to break into your dorm the first time to steal your journal. bakugou jammed it into the lock, opening the door with ease. he shut the door carefully before stalking further into your room.

there you were on your bed. swaddled in your fluffy duvet, cuddling a stuffed animal. you must've felt his presence because your sleeping self started shifting & ended up kicking off your blanket. you ended up on your stomach, one leg crunched towards your side while the bottom leg laid straight. you faced away from bakugou.

his breath hitched, something inside him twitched. bakugou couldn't help but stare. he had to admit that you had the body of his dream girl. wait no, his dream girl was uraraka-

he cut his own thoughts off when he saw how your ass looked in that position. the blue hue from the moonlight flowed into the room because, for some reason, you felt no need to close your curtains. he could make the shape of you so clearly. he reached for you.

he told himself that he wouldn't be cheating on his soon-to-be lover. it's just a touch, a friendly touch that friends share with each other.

his fingertips ghosted over your exposed thighs. you were wearing nothing but thong & an oversized band tee. the gentle touches turned into full-palm caresses. her skin is so smooth, bakugou thought. he loomed closer to you, inhaling deeply. she smells so nice.

he climbed over you with the agility of a shadow. the bed didn't even creak. he kneeled over legs, & his hands found your plush ass. he kneaded your bare butt, shifting you so you were fully on your stomach. you remained unmoving; you usually take melatonin gummies right before bed anyways.

bakugou kept groping your ass while his cock hardened into its full length. his hands wandered, thumbs grazing over your entrance. he grasped you, & he spread your ass cheeks apart. you must be dreaming about something dirty because your thong was soaked.

bakugou readjusted himself so he was on level with your ass. "this is just what friends do," he hazily whispered to himself. "friends help friends get better."

he blew on the wet patch, watching your pussy twitch through your panties. bakugou waited for a second, trying to grasp at any sort of self-control but, when you subconsciously propped your ass higher for him, he couldn't help it. he mentally apologized to uraraka before he dove into your ass.

his tongue licked your clothed slit, & he felt how thin your thong truly was. he only got an inkling of what you tasted like, & he craved more. bakugou lapped you juices through your panties, dampening the light grey cloth into a darker shade. his jaw hinged open to allow his tongue to delve further down.

he found your clit through your thong. he pressed his tongue against you, & sleeping, unsuspecting you let out a moan. "oh fuck," bakugou whispered in response, diving back into your pussy.

he pulled your thong up. it rode higher in your ass, then the part the was covering your pussy disappeared between your lips.

he started eating you out again, groaning in pleasure when he finally got to touch your bare skin. he slurped your juices over & over.

bakugou didn't realize that he pulled his sweatpants & boxers down to his knees. he pulled away from your pussy, a string of your juices & his saliva connecting him to you.

on his knees, he positioned his big cock between your ass. a moment of clarity hit him, it wasn't right, he knew that deep down. you really didn't do anything to him.

your phone next to your pillow buzzed. he grabbed it, his hung cock still pressed against you. it was a message from uraraka that read, "wait what did you wanna tell me about bakugou earlier? you looked so concerned haha."

you were trying to tell him? what a fucking bitch, bakugou thought with pure hatred. you were trying to sabotage him with your words, your pretty little mouth, with your dumb, stupid body.

his rationality was once again thrown out of the door. uraraka would want me to show y/n her place, he thought. he climbed off of you. he had to show you what your mouth was meant for. your mouth wasn't meant for snitching, it was meant for sucking cock-- his cock.

bakugou turned your head & pulled it at the edge of the bed. thankfully, it's like your body already knew what was gonna happen, your mouth was already agape. he pushed his tip past your lips. your tongue lazily stroked against his length. he moved his dick in & out of your throat, & yet somehow you still remained motionless.

his control turned into animalistic thrusts, gagging you over & over, & you still stayed asleep. "fuckin' stupid bitch," he groaned, throwing his head back. your throat expanded with each thrust to accommodate his thickness & length.

spit & his precum spilled out of your mouth & onto your silk pillowcase. because you were sideways, his heavy balls slapped against your face, nose shoved into his pubes. you gargled & gagged in your sleep, but you still handled him so well.

his passionate angry finally swelled up & shot down your throat. even though he was cumming, he kept half-assed thrusting in your throat, coating every inch with white. all for uraraka, remember? because bakugou completely forgot what drove him to do what he just did.

the next day, as you entered the classroom, he heard you tell to uraraka about how the melatonin gummies really worked. "yeah, i was completely knocked out! i drooled so much, my pillow was drenched. it was disgusting."

"really? i know that they're good, but i never drooled that much. maybe you really needed that sleep."

as they passed bakugou's seat, uraraka waved at him with pink cheeks. "hey, bakugou."

"uraraka," he said back to her. he watched your smile drop into a frown, your eyes rolling. he was winning over uraraka, he knew that, but he didn't feel satisfied. he yearned the banter between the two of you more than uraraka's affections. "what was that, idiot?"

uraraka was shocked at first, thinking he was talking to her until she heard you shoot back, "shouldn't you be watching ochaco instead of me?" if he didn't know any better, it sounded like you were jealous.

"y/n, let's calm down," uraraka sheepishly suggested, but it only angered you more. why was she on that weirdo's side? why wasn't she on your side? even after you told her what he did to you, she didn't even care; in fact, she seemed flattered.

"yeah, calm down," bakugou chimed in with that disgusting, cocky smile, "go in the back & drool all over your desk."

"eavesdropping now? you really are obsessed," you huffed, marching towards your desk that was, in fact, in the back of the classroom. you thought uraraka was right behind you, but by the time you turned around to sit in your chair, you noticed her take a seat next to bakugou.

the bell rang, & in rolled your sleepy teacher, mr. aizawa. he called roll, held an hour long lecture while you took notes, then assigned a 4-page essay with three sites sources. after he was done, he questioned, "now that we're done with that, what is happening today?"

iida's hand shot up along with his entire body.

"go ahead, iida."

"the 1a students from ketsubutsu academy are training with us today." oh right, you completely forgot about that. you were not in the mood to socialize with those uptight, cocky rich kids today. even though you took the melatonin gummies the night before to ensure a goods night sleep, you got everything but that. you felt like you were melting all night, & now you just felt restless.

"good, iida is correct," mr. aizawa confirmed. "they're already waiting in training facility a, so get dressed & be there in 10 minutes."

"yes sir!" & they all scurried out of the classroom.

your entire class entered the facility in their hero costumes. like mr. aizawa said, the visiting students were already there, stretching & warming up. mr. aizawa, once he noticed his entire class, announced that on the white board was everyone's names & assigned training group for the day.

everyone, including the other class, crowded around the board to find their names. "y/n!" your best friend, who you were extremely pissed off at, cheered. "we're all in the same group!" we... all?

you look at uraraka to see who she was referring to. "it's just my luck," you groaned, of course it was bakugou. "i just had to be put in a group with you!" you wanted to shout at everyone. you wanted to shout at uraraka for being swooned by a creep, you wanted to yell at mr. aizawa for putting you in a group with bakugou, & you wanted to scream, jump, yell, & hit bakugou over the head with a bat just for being the aggravating, prideful bastard he is.

"we just had to have a weak fuckin' nerd in your group?" he said to uraraka, but glanced to his side to meet your eye. your fuming expression really got him going. "there's no one more annoying than you-"

"are you y/n?" someone questioned. that just be the last person in your group.

you looked up at him, & with a half-hearted smile, you said, "i am."

"nice, i'm in your group," he told you, "i'm yo shindo. & i must admit, i was not excited for this whole group training thing until i saw a pretty girl like you was in my group."

oh, so he was a flirt? honestly, you didn't mind at all; you needed something to distract you & what's a better distraction than a buff playboy?

"honestly me too, but i think it'll be fun with you," you said back, but you overthought what you said. was it cringy?

bakugou was watching the whole exchange, brows furrowed, vein popping through his skin on his forehead. uraraka noticed, & because with the new-found knowledge that bakugou really liked her, she stroked his arm & asked, "are you okay?"

he looked at her with the same look of anger, now mixed with discomfort, & shrugged her off. "yeah, i'm fine."

he turned his attention back to you & shindo. bakugou's hands sparked ever so suddenly when he took in the scene in front of him. you were eating up all of shindo's praises & brags. your hands tried to squeeze around his biceps but you just couldn't connect your hands. "wow, your muscles are so big~ you must be strong."

"of course i am, i gotta be so i can impress pretty girls like you after all," he winked at you. for a moment, you glanced at bakugou, feeling his harsh glare, & he looked like he was about to explode. you didn't know why though, doesn't he have what he wanted already? he has uraraka right there, & yet he's still mad at you. he still owes you your journal too, so the two of you were not on good terms.

"sorry, i didn't mean to get carried away," you told shindo, pulling your hands away.

as the two of you walked towards uraraka & bakugou, shindo said, "i don't mind, you can touch me wherever, whenever."

you couldn't help but laugh out loud. "god, you're such a flirt!"

"you seem to love it though-"

"y/n, would you stop being a hoe for one second & train like you're supposed to?" bakugou said to you, hands stuffed inside his pockets, looking so nonchalant. you blinked a moment, & you waited for uraraka to say something or to rush by your side. she didn't do any of that

all she said was, with a giggle & eyes staring at bakugou, "that was mean." yeah, it was. it really was. the tips of your ears burned in humiliation, your palms became sweaty, & your breathing was uneven. after uraraka was done ogling bakugou, she looked at you, & her eyes widened. never in her entire childhood friendship did she see that expression on your face.

"dude, i don't know who think you are, but don't talk to her like that," shindo said, stepping forward & slightly in front of you. your tense shoulders relaxed just a bit-- someone is in your corner.

the amused bakugou turned pissed off when your new, little boy-toy went to your rescue, even though he knew you didn't need rescuing. "h-hey, let's save it for training, yeah-"

"i'll talk to y/n however i want, damn weak fuck," bakugou replied, copying his movements & stepping forward. "you're just like her: fucks anything that moves, huh?"

"bakugou-"

"that's it!" you shouted as you shoved bakugou away from shindo. the three of them -bakugou, uraraka, & shindo- were shocked to say the least. he pushed you too far all for entertainment & some obsession. "you're such a goddamn coward, you know that? all you are is a bully who's play-pretending to be a hero! you're such a control freak that, even after you stole my best friend, you still need to have something over me, so you won't give me back my stupid journal. & worst of all, you just stare & glare & act like i'm scum when you're the actual piece of shit! & you're not even ashamed! you want everyone to know! i hate you so much!"

after your tangent/rant, you walked away, quirk firing left & right. you didn't need to hear whatever bakugou was going to say next, it was probably be something so degrading that winds up in her next journal entry.

the three of the gawked at you, watching you walk straight to the state-of-the-art punching bags. uraraka was the first to speak. "i'll talk to her. i've never seen her that... mad. it was like she was a whole new person-"

"you guys are terrible classmates. there was no reason to say any of that. i'll go talk with her," shindo cut uraraka off. before either of them could do anything, bakugou was already strutting towards you, gauntlets sparking.

"who does she think she is?" they heard him utter. they were out of earshot, however, when he said, "making me fuckin' hard then walking away. damn tease."

he caught up to you in no time. you were almost to the punching bags when he grabbed your wrist, his hand was warm & a stinging sensation engulfed your wrist.

uraraka & shindo watched as the two of you screamed at each other, you shoving him, him glaring at you, you throwing a piece of your costume at him. honestly, it would've been comedic if it wasn't for bakugou pressing your buttons.

"what are they? toxic exes or something?" shindo questioned as they began to walk towards the fighting two.

"oh, no, not at all! i would've known," uraraka told him, "they're just... um... friends i think. maybe enemies."

"i can tell that much."

when the actual training began, you & bakugou tried to separate from each other. you were paired with shindo & him with uraraka. but, because of the conditioning & the way today's training was set up, it was inevitable that you two would interact again.

like at lunch, the two of you sat across each other at a table, eating your lunches. you didn't bother speaking, you didn't even want to see bakugou ever again, after all.

or at the water fountain, when he said, "hurry up." & so you took longer, even though you weren't thirsty anymore.

or when you had to rotate partners & bakugou was your only option. the two of you, against the rules, threw quirk-backed attacks each other.

& that's how you two ended up being excused early. while everyone else was getting better, you were locked out & forced to change back into your school uniform, & the only person with you was bakugou.

when you left the changing room, he was leaning against the wall-- almost like he was waiting for you. "you done being mad at me?"

"no, i'm not, & i'll never stop being mad at you," you said, walking right past him. he followed close behind you.

"listen, i didn't mean to embarrass you. i didn't know you'd get so pissy."

"what did you think was gonna happen?!"

"i don't know, okay?" the two of you were yelling at this point.

"you have ochaco, can you please just give me my journal & leave me alone? you two can be happy far, far away from me," you said, cursing yourself for choking up. you mentally prepared for the teasing & "witty" comebacks bakugou had in store.

instead, he asks, "are you jealous?"

"what?"

"are you jealous?"

you scoffed, opening the door to the dorm building. "don't flatter yourself, big guy."

"i'm being serious," he said to you as he leaned on the counter. you were so hungry that you didn't really care bakugou was watching you cook. "because i was."

"what are you getting at, bakugou?" you asked, putting a pot of water on the stove, bringing it to a boil.

"i was so jealous today," he said.

"of what?"

"of damn shindo kid," he responded back. your angered expression contorted into a puzzled one as you looked up at him. when you didn't reply, he continued, "if i knew stupid one liners got your attention, i would've been doing that sooner."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing. the guy who's been making the past few months hell was confessing something you never expected. "what about ochaco, hm? i thought you needed her to breath or something."

"yeah, i guess i liked her at first, & that's why i needed your help," he admitted. he then fished a journal, your journal, out of his bag & stood up. he walked towards you, hand outstretched with your beloved diary in his grasp. you reached out for it when he lifted it above your head with a taunting smirk. "but then i realized that i wanted you this entire time."

--nsfw starts here--

"you're just saying stupid things to get a rise out of me, bakugou," you rolled your eyes at him. you placed a hand on his chest as you jumped for your journal, fingers touching it ever so lightly. it was just out of reach.

you thought you had it, he brought the notebook down. however, you didn't have it. he threw it on the counter behind you, & the hand the was holding it snakes around your waist. his other hand grabbed your face, stroking your cheek as he kissed you.

you don't know why, but you found your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. without breaking your lips apart, he pushed you against the counter, pinning you between his two arms now. his tongue, the tongue that craved you since that unknown night, licked your lips before fighting yours for dominance. his thigh was between your legs. he pressed your core against him, & you moaned.

bakugou shut off the burner during your kiss. he was expecting the two of you to escape into his room, but when you threw off his tie & unbuttoned his shirt eagerly, he knew he needed you right then & there.

the two of you broke your kiss, & he placed his head in the crook of your neck. "you get off on making me jealous, don't you? that's why you were flirting with stupid shindo?"

"wh-whatever, you jerk. you act like you weren't basically grinding on ochaco in front of me all the time?"

bakugou laughed into the nape of your neck. "grinding? all we did was talk."

"same fuckin' thing," you growled in frustration.

"i didn't know you were so jealous of her."

"oh, fuck off, asshole," you said. you were quickly shut up by him biting your sensitive spots all over your neck, sucking & licking to create hickeys.

he took off your tie & ripped open your shirt. he unhooked your bra, throwing it god knows where. "take this fuckin' thing off," he uttered, helping you out of your torn clothes.

"h-hey!"

"shut up, & take it. i'll buy you a new one," he said before fondling your breasts. you bit your lip as your grinded against his meaty thigh. your wetness, even though you had panties on, began staining his slacks.

"bakugou~" you whispered, voice shaking.

"it's katsuki tonight, dummy," he told you, turning you around & bending you over the counter. you brushed your journal out of the way as you pressed you tits onto the cold, granite countertop.

with three fingers, he pinched your pussy through your panties so his middle one snuck in between your lips. "stop being a tease & fuck me already." if only you knew.

"be patient, woman," scowled katsuki, smacking your ass. he set of small sparks when he hit your cheek. "you can't take this cock yet. i'm doing you a goddamn favor."

you doubted him, you really did. he was so cocky & arrogant, how could you not? "i can take your tiny dick any day, don't underestimate me."

katsuki let out a hearty, sarcastic laugh. "you really think so, dumb bitch?" he unclicked his belt, dropping his pants & boxers around his ankles. he started to grind against your ass, & you swore up & down it felt like deja vu.

you gasped as you felt his length between your ass. you've had dreams about cocks that big, sure, but you didn't know they actually existed. "wh-what the fuck?"

"what? still think you take me? still think i'm tiny, sweetheart?" katsuki taunted as he took off your panties. he pressed your thighs around his cock, the base of it stimulating your swollen clit. he thrusted gently; it was so against his brash, aggressive character.

you were not one to back down, so at least you stayed true to your character. "yeah, i can take your skinny ass dick-" you were cut off by katsuki spreading your ass & shoving his girthy length into your throbbing heat. you screamed, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you tried to adjust to him.

he wouldn't let you though. katsuki, once inside your tight pussy, started pounding you. he shoved his cock head into your g-spot over & over, making you quiver & pulsate around him. "sl-sl-slow d-down!" you begged between thrusts. in response, he pulled your head back with your hair. you arched uncomfortably; your pelvis was still against the edge of the counter, but your head was pulled so far back that you could see katsuki's face.

"you think you're all that? you think you can just flirt with all these other guys in front of me? you fuckin' slut," he spat into your mouth, not that it mattered since it mixed with your drool & fell out of your mouth & onto your cold body. "i own you now. i own this mouth, i own this pussy, i own this ass, i own you."

"f-f-"

"c'mon, pathetic whore. say it."

"fuck y-you, katsuki." oh, you were a brat through & through clearly.

katsuki has had enough of your retaliation. you were supposed to be a brainless bimbo begging for more, yet here you were, surprising him again. any bit of consciousness you had, he was going to fuck out if you.

he, without pulling out, let go of your hair & made you stand up. he grabbed both your legs & hoisted you into this air. his hands found their way behind your head, & you couldn't move. you were nothing more than a cum dumpster to him now. "you know, if anyone walks through that door, they're gonna see you folded in half, tears streaming down your face with my cock balls deep in your dripping pussy, & they'd realize how much of a slut you are, & they'd know that you're all mine."

you didn't mean to, but your pussy clenched around his cock tighter as more of your juices squirted onto the linoleum floor. "oh, you like that, princess?"

you moaned in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he praised you. "aw, how pathetic. you must love when i call you cute nicknames & tell you how good you're doing." with whatever head movement you had, you nodded.

"that's a shame because you've been nothing but dirty, i can't treat you like a good girl until you deserve it."

"p-please! i'll do anything!" you cried out, then you started twitch uncontrollably around him. a white, hot wave of pleasure washed over you as you creamed all over his cock. he wasn't done yet, he still abused your cervix, making you beg for him to stop, or at least slow down.

his thrusts turned rapid as he started to groan about how you were all his, how he wasn't going to let any other man look at you, how he would be the only one you ever think about. you knew that was all true. "y/n, you fuckin' bitch, i hate you & your pretty, little face. take it all," he yelled as he unloaded his load into your tight pussy.

you screamed in overwhelming pleasure, squirting all over him once again. the two of you caught your breaths. he set you down once his cock finally stopped twitched, & he spun you around to embrace you. "i'm so sorry, y/n. i promise i'll be the best boyfriend in the world, just give me a chance. i know we're enemies or whatever, but i don't wanna be that anymore, & i don't want to be whatever this is; just fucking like we hate each other then go our separate ways." you've never seen this side of katsuki before.

"i-i'd like that, i'd like to be your girlfriend."

you hated him. you hated how he made you feel. you hated how he infected your mind, how he ruined you for any other man. you hated how you knew you needed him.

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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 4 months

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Just you and me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut!!, fluff, a little bit of everything

Background: You, Carlos and Charles are at a Ferrari event. You came with your longtime best friend Carlos, and Charles brought with him the girl he's currently seeing, even though he's not really interested in anyone else but you. You and Charles have liked each other ever since you met, but you've never gotten into anything serious. You were always seeing other people on the side and that was fine for both of you until you realized that you fell for him.

Y/n's pov

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Carlos asks kneeling down in front of me. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks again noticing another tear roll down my face.

I honestly don't want to talk to him right now. I don't wanna talk to anybody. I feel pathetic because I'm letting myself feel this way again over a guy. It's humiliating. But it's not Charles' fault. It's no one's fault but mine. I should be in control of my own feelings but here I am yet again letting my mood depend on others. It seems that the more you resist certain things, the more they hurt.

"Look at me." Carlos says lifting up my chin making me look at him but I quickly look away.

"I'd really appreciate if you could leave me be with myself right now."

"I will if you tell me who made you cry?" He takes off his blazer and wraps it around me.

"I made myself cry." I sob putting my palms over my face. I can't wait to look myself in the mirror and see black mascara all over my face. Luckily the amount of alcohol in my system tells me to not give a shit about it.

"Why you two do this to each other, I'll never understand." He sighs.

"He went home with her?" I dare to ask even though I'm not sure if I want to hear the answer.

"She wasn't feeling well so he took her home, but-"

"There you are, fuck I'm looking-"

Charles. He took her home, but he'll be back. Feeling of relief and feeling of anger are fighting inside of me when I see him.

Without saying a word, Carlos stands up and leaves us alone on the terrace. I immediately stand up and head after Carlos not wanting to look at Charles, but before I can leave he tightly grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

"Let go." I say through my teeth.

"No." He says coldly not breaking the eye contact. "What's wrong? Are you crying because I left with her?"

I laugh at his question. How dares he? "Crying because of you? You're not worthy of that, Charles." I obviously lie yanking my wrist out of his grip.

"See I don't think you're telling the truth." He takes a step closer to me leaving a small gap between us. "I know that just the thought of me being close to her or touching her.." Oh my God my heart literally aches picturing them in my head.

"Stop.." I whisper quietly squinting my eyes desperately wanting to erase it from my mind.

"It makes your blood boil." He says looking down at me. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."

"What?"

"C'mon," He takes a strand of my hair and puts it behind my ear. "We both know we can't stop thinking about each other. Whose blazer is on you?"

"It's Carlos'." Right as the words leave my mouth, he takes it off of me making it fall to the ground and the cold breeze hits my skin.

"Come with me." He takes my hand again, but I stop him.

"No, Charles, I don't wanna go with you." I lie, but he ignores me. "I'll scream, I swear-"

"Go ahead, scream. The press is just waiting for some interesting shit to happen. I'm sure you'll make the headlines tomorrow morning." He cuts me off and I have nothing to say back at him.

I follow him out of the terrace through the long corridor to the elevator. The elevator takes us up to the top floor of the hotel. We get out and Charles pulls a card out of his pocket unlocking the door of the hotel suite.

As we step inside, Charles takes off his blazer throwing it onto the bed and I go straight to the huge glass wall that has an exit to the balcony. The only light in the room was the one that came from the outside and I didn't mind. I cross my arms looking at the city lights outside not knowing what to do nor how to act. I'm so tired, emotionally tired. I don't have the energy to argue, to scream, I don't even have the energy to fight back or try to prove my point over anything anymore. I am tired of feeling this way.

I feel his arms on my waist as he appears behind me. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder and then on my neck making me close my eyes and lean my head on the opposite side so that now he has a full access to it.

I let out a small whimper as his left hand travels from my waist to the front side of my neck gently gripping it his rings leaving cold traces on my skin.

"Fuck, y/n.." He breathes out. "I want you so bad, you don't even realize." As he says that he presses himself against me and I can feel how hard he already is.

He spins me around and crashes his lips on mine and in that moment I completely give in. I forget what I was mad at him about. I decide not to overthink this, I just want to surrender to this moment and honestly I don't want it to ever end. Even if I wanted to resist this I couldn't. I want him more than anything and I want him to make me his even though in my mind I've been his from the first day we met.

He deepens our kiss as his tongue swipes lightly over mine. His hand finds its way over my thigh to my panties passing with his fingers over the thin damp fabric. He pulls them to the side with his two fingers and slowly starts rubbing my clit in circles as I lean my head in the crook of his neck.

"You're dripping, fuck..Look at me." He whispers and lifts up my chin with his other hand making me look him in the eyes. "You're so wet for me baby. Tell me, tell me what do you want me to do?"

"Charles..." I don't feel confident enough to say profanities back to him, but hearing him talking that way was music to my ears.

"Tell me what you want baby. I want to hear you. Do you want me to finger you?" He asks and I nod digging my nails into his skin.

"Finger me, please." my mouth fall open unable to say anything as his fingers hastily start going in and out of me.

"I really wanted to be gentle with you tonight, but you're making it too difficult for me." I moan at his words and at the loss of touch as he pulls his fingers out of me just to push them back inside. "Open your mouth." I obediently do as he orders and puts his fingers in my mouth. I suck on them paying special attention to his middle finger without taking my eyes off of his.

"Fuck baby..Look what you're doing to me. I'm so hard for you it fucking hurts." He mutters under his breath stroking his cock through his pants that looked as if they were about to snap open under the pressure. We continue to kiss passionately ripping off the clothes from one another.

"Please baby don't make me beg." He throws his head backwards desperate for my touch.

I start kissing his neck and unbuttoning his pants at the same time. He cups my cheeks as I slowly start pulling his boxers down his legs. My knees hit the floor and I don't waste any time as I put him in my mouth. Charles' moans intensifies when I look him up in the eyes.

"Fuuuuck." The eye contact almost sends him over the edge. It drives him completely crazy. "Baby, I'm gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that." But I want him this way, crazy over me, craving my touch as much as I'm craving his. He pulls my hair into a ponytail and pushes me deeper on his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gag around him making him moan in pleasure and he slowly pushes his cock all the way down my throat again enjoying the view.

"Fuck, I can't hold back anymore. I need to be inside of you. Come here." He breathlessly pulls me up by my elbows and presses me against the glass wall. He lifts up my dress and my right leg with one hand and with the other he pulls my panties aside thrusting himself into me.

"Charles we're at the window. Somebody could see us."

"Good. Then everybody will finally know how much you're mine." I feel warmth in my stomach at his words. God, it feels so good to hear them. "Do you want this?" He asks. I nod whimpering, but the answer doesn't satisfy him. "I need to hear you."

"I want it, I want you." I manage to say.

"Are you close?"

"Yeah, I'm so close Charles" I squeal digging my nails into the skin on his back.

"Me too baby, where do you want it?"

"Inside, cum inside me. Fill me up." The words that I whisper into his ear alone are enough to make his eyes roll and release his cum deep inside me. My legs start to shake and he quickly catches me holding me tightly in his embrace and leaving kisses all over my face.

"From now on it's just you and me okay? No one else, just you and me. No more messing around. I only want you y/n. I always have."

"Just you and me."

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mintmatcha · 2 years

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tw: cheating accusation

"Are you fucking her?"

Katsuki stands. With a slow, deliberate movement, he places both hands on the table and leans forward, those vermilion eyes finding yours in an unblinking stare.

"You wanna repeat that?" his lip arches in disgust, "Because I'm pretty sure I misheard you."

Your heart beat buzzes across your skin. Anxiety eats at you, but the anger and pain pushes you forward. "Are you fucking her?"

Bakugo doesn't move, but the vein on his jaw grows more defined as he grinds his teeth together. "Why would you ask me that?"

"You're not saying no."

"Holy shit." He pushes away from the table, pacing over to the sink with his hands tangled in his hair, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You stay frozen in the doorway, arms folded over yourself. The pressure quells the seasick feeling that’s building in your stomach. "Just say yes or no!"

"Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding?" He grinds out. His hair is still damp from the bath, those distinct spikes plastered against his forehead. It’s barely dark, but he’s already ready for bed, dressed in only an undershirt and his boxer briefs. It’s the Katsuki that only you know- the human behind the hero. “Are you kidding?”

At least, you thought you were the only one who knew him like that.

“That's not a no."

"No! No! I'm not fucking cheating on you!" Bakugo laughs, sharp and pained. "Holy shit, I don’t even know what brought this up."

You practically throw his bag onto the table. It almost slides off the other side from the force, the open zipper gapping and threatening to spill its contents.

"Mai dropped off your gym bag." you say her name like it’s a swear. It sticks to your tongue and mind like tar, staining it.

“That's what this is about? Mai?" Bakugo scoffs with a roll of his eyes, the tension in his shoulders suddenly relaxing. You hate how he says it. Mai, Mai, Mai- like she’s something to him. "She's a personal assistant, of course she drops by the house. You’re being crazy."

You reach inside the side pocket and pull out your discovery; a pink, lace trimmed thong hangs from your finger, a damp patch staining the crotch. It’s hard to hide your pain with disgust as the tears you’ve been holding back start to burn, gathering at the corners of your eyes. His face falls, eyes and mouth wide as he processes exactly what you’re accusing. He starts to talk, then falls abruptly silent, eyes locked on the tiny piece of fabric. The silence aches, filling you with more doubts and worries with every passing second.

Surely he’s coming up with a lie. Surely, he’s thinking of how to hide his indiscretions-

“I’ve never seen those before.” Bakugo says after a long moment. The look on his face could either be annoyance or sadness- you’re not sure.

“Bullshit! They didn’t just walk there!” The tremble in your voice threatens to turn into sobbing. You ball the fabric up and chuck it at him, watching it bounce off his chest. Bakugo flinches at it, grimacing at the touch-- as if he didn’t touch the woman that owns them, as if he hasn’t seen what belongs underneath, “You’re fucking her!”

“Oh my god, I’m not having sex with anyone but you!” he rubs his face over and over, smushing his cheeks, like he’s trying to numb a headache, but the wetness betrays him. Bakugo wipes away the tears furiously, until the skin turns red. “If you’d just fucking calm down and listen-”

“Calm down? Me?”

“Listen!”

“I found out my husband’s fucking an eighteen year old- how am I supposed to be calm?”

"I’m not!”

“Fuck you!”

The despair in him breaks, replaced by a more familiar fury.

“How the fuck can I prove it to you?" Bakugo's hands are bunched tight enough that his fists shake from their own force, stepping closer and closer, closing the gap between you. "Fire all the women on my staff?"

"No!" Your back hits the wall. He's so close and yet you can't stop yelling, the volume cracking your voice, "Of course not!

"Never be alone with another woman? Put a fucking GSP tracker in in my arm? Tattoo your name on my cock?"

Your faces are inches away from each other, noses practically touching as you scream, "I just don't want you to stick your dick in your assistant!"

The thick, hollow crack has you jumping before you can process what happened.

For a moment, you think you've been struck deaf; the room goes silent, drowned out with the rhythmic woosh of blood in your ears. Bakugo's face, the only thing you can truly focus on in that moment, shifts from anger to fear, jaw dropping every so slightly. You follow suit as you realize your husband's fist has just punched through the drywall beside you. Bits of white powder drop from his sleeve and onto your shoulder as he pulls back; he watches his limb as if it's not a part of him, like he had no control over it moments ago.

"I-" he whispers with a delicacy you didn't think possible, "I didn't cheat on you.”

Neither of you move. A thin cut on his knuckle begins to blossom with pinpricks of blood, the broken skin slowly filling with crimson until it begins to drip down to his fingers. At first, when your awareness of the room completely returns, you think he’s panting, breath ripping so roughly out of his lungs that it echoes in your mind, but Bakugo is still. He waits with bated breath, watching you suck in breath after breath so fast that your head swims.

“You’re the goddamn love of my life and I’m not going to risk that for some skank.” The shine of his eyes matches yours. His eyebrows bunch together, knitted with confusion and worry. His lips are permanently turned down on one side, pulled there by a thin scar from cheekbone to jaw, but now they tremble into a straight line. “I don’t know what’s going on but, I- I really didn’t touch her.”

He waits for a moment. “I didn’t.”

His voice is strained, resigned, broken.

“Okay.” you whisper.

“Okay?” he repeats. That bloody hand reaches for you, brushes away a tear you didn’t know had fallen. “You believe me?”

You shrug, pulling away from his touch. The suspicion that these hands have touched another still makes your stomach sour. “ I don’t know.”

“That’s-” he inhales sharply, “Progress, I guess.”

Nothing is resolved as you separate from each other. Nothing changes when you both go on with your routine in silence, barely skirting around each other.

Against your better judgment, you sleep by his side. The feeling of that hand on your waist, scab not quite fully formed, makes the tears start again.

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lea-russo333 · 4 months

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Arsenal x Teen-Reader

hi! this is the first fic that I've ever done so it's probably not going to be the best, but I still hope that some people like it! i will do a pt2 if people enjoy this one 😊

warnings: angst! eating disorders, mentions of throwing up, mentions of body shaming (pls let me know if I've missed anything)

please don't read if any of these things will trigger you.

proofread: sort of

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2:15am

You had to be up in a few hours for an early morning training session, but here you are on your phone scrolling through the endless rabbit hole of nasty Comments directed towards your appearance, especially your body.

You had only just come back from an ACL injury that had you out from playing and the public eye for nearly a year, and in that year, you had been working hard to regain your strength making your body stockier than you use to be, and people had noticed.

“She looks like a man.”

“that’s not attractive.”

“She looked better before.”

Your eyes started to sting, a few tears slipping out of them. You turned your phone off and turned around, you tried to stifle your sobs not wanting to wake up Beth and Viv who were sleeping in the room next door.

You had been living with Viv ever since you joined arsenal at 16 as she was your national teammate, so it was only reasonable, Viv and Beth had both taken you under their wing becoming a mother figure to you. Now at 19

You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut holding the teddy bear that Katie had giving you for a birthday present, tears were still streaming down your face when sleep found you pulling you into a deep sleep.

Your blaring alarm startled you awake, you looked towards clock feeling as though you had only just shut your eyes.

7:30am

You groaned, you had to be at training in an hour. Waddling your way to the bathroom, you could hear Beth and Viv both talking down the hall; more than likely in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast for all of you. When you reached the bathroom and took a look in the mirror you froze taking in your appearance, your eyes were puffy and red, swollen face and hair disheveled.

“Liefde” Viv's voice echoed through the house “do you want to have breakfast here or at the training ground? I’ve made pancakes for Beth and I if you want some?” you heard her gently knock the door. Panicked, you quickly splashed cold water on your face and patted down your hair, hoping you didn’t look too much of a mess as you did be for.

You heard her knock again.

“Are you okay sweets?” it was Beths voice speaking now.

“yeah” you took a deep breath, opening the door, they both looked at you, taking in your disheveled form, looking at each other with a concerned look.

“Are you sure Liefde? You look like you’ve been crying’’ it was Viv that spoke this time, her hand reaching out to touch your face. You moved away frowning.

“I'm fine I was just watching some sad videos last night” you brushed both the girls off, giving the two women a half-asked excuse. You heard Beth laugh under her breath, putting her arm on your shoulder.

“Now why would you do that to yourself love” she laughed while patting your back, both girls seeming to believe your lie. “Now how are you feeling about pancakes?” the older women asked whilst dragging you and Viv to the kitchen. You stomach turned and you pulled your hand back shaking your head.

“I'm alright thanks, I think I'm just gonna have breakfast when we get there” you said whilst slowly making your way back into your room to get ready for training.

The car ride to training was fast and you quickly got your training gear out of the car before thanking the two older women and heading for the change rooms. Viv and Beth watch you walk away from them with worried looks on their faces.

“I'm worried about her” Beth turned her head towards Viv.

“I know, so am I” Viv spoke while putting a comforting hand on her girlfriends should, the two heading into the training facility.

When you got in the change room, only a few girls where in there, Steph, Manu and Katie. You quickly said hello before rushing towards the showers, not wanting to change in front of them. You had been changing in the showers for the past few weeks, knowing that if you changed in front of everyone that they'd see how much weight you’ve lost in a short amount of time, and you’d be caught. You waited in the showers until you heard the girls leave for breakfast. You let out a shaky breath that you hadn't realized Youd been holding and sild out of the change rooms and making a bee line for the gym; wanting to get in some extra exercise before practice started. You knew everyone would be at breakfast, so you weren't fussed with anyone catching you. What you hadn't anticipated though, was for your skipper Leah to be in the gym as well. you would never admit it out loud, but Leah intimated you. She was a good captain, hardworking and stern, she always tells it how it is and wasn’t afraid to call someone out when they were acting out or not putting in the effort.

As soon as you entered, she turned to look at you, eyes scrunching in confusion. You mumbled a quick apology and went to leave when she spoke up.

“You alright y/n? why aren't you at breakfast?” she was walking towards you.

“I'm sorry I didn’t realize anyone one was in here, I just wanted to get some extra time in before training” you said rather quickly, eyes looking anywhere but at her.

“Why would you need to do that when we already have an hour gym session today?” her eyebrows still furrowed “you didn’t tell me why you aren't at breakfast” her tone was stern and unwavering as she kept her hard gaze on you.

“I ate breakfast at home” you told her “Viv made pancakes” she looked you up and down almost scanning your body before her gaze turned back to your face her eyebrow rising slightly as if telling you she didn’t really believe you. She looked away as you gulped. That was another thing about Leah, she always seemed to know when you were lying to her, and right now didn’t seem to be an exception.

“Right well trainings about to start anyway” she said while turning your body in the direction of the door “lets head out to the field” she pushed you forward, a silent way to tell you to lead the way. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, speeding up your movement so you didn’t have to walk with her.

As training progressed you could feel your body getting tired, you hadn't eaten anything this morning and thrown up your dinner from last night. You knew it was bad, but you couldn’t stop…it was an addicting feeling.

By the time lunch time had rolled around and training was finished for the day, you were absolutely exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in your bed and sleep. Your body was sore, and You hobbled slowly towards the changing room, your breathing was uneven, and your head was pounding.

You were the last to make it to the changing rooms, you could her Alessia and Katie making dinner plans for tonight and was asking people if they'd be able to make it. You mentally rolled your eyes as Beth excitedly said that you three would be attending.

“Hey, you alright mate?” you groaned at the question, having heard it one to many times that day for your liking. You turned to see Caitlyn behind you.

“Yes, I'm fine” you huffed out, slowly growing agitated.

“Are you sur- “you cut her off before she could finish.

“Yes, I'm fine! I’ve already said it about a thousand times” you huffed grabbing your stuff and storming out of the room, not even bothering to change, leaving behind shocked Caitlin and confused teammates.

“I’ll go talk to her” Beth muttered after a few minutes of awkward silence. She grabbed her training kit, as did Viv, and walked out of the room. They looked in countless empty rooms before heading to the car park where they found you waiting by the car scrolling on your phone once again, they had noticed you had been doing that a lot recently.

As soon as you heard the car door click, you jumped inside, not wanting to have the conversation you knew was about to take place. Both Beth and Viv entered soon after having a short conversation outside. No one said anything throughout the drive home, the two women sharing glances with each other every now and then while you opted to stay on your phone, scrolling through your Instagram comments.

When the three of you got home you headed straight for your room, closing the door behind you. Both the women sighed as they watched you. They had both noticed a change in you, they had noticed how you went straight to the bathroom after dinner, telling them you needed to “shower”, they had believed you at first until Beth had overheard you vomit in the bathroom 2 nights in a row. They had noticed that you weren't eating the snacks you love anymore or that you weren't eating breakfast in the mornings with them anymore, they had also noticed the mass amount of weight you had lost in such a little span of time. Of course, they had noticed it, practically the whole team had noticed it, with some voice their worries for you every now and then.

“She needs help” Beth stated as she stared at your bedroom door.

“Yeah…I know.”

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Thank you for reading!! pls write some feedback if you have any :)

and if people are interested then I will do a pt2 💕

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alexiabae · 9 months

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ONE DAY; fridolina rolfö x fem!reader

Summary: frido calls y/n after the semifinal match against spain.

Warnings: sad frido, fluff. short.

Note: English is not my first language.

Frido bites her bottom lip, sitting far away from her national teammates. She unblocked her phone and saw a lot of missed calls from her family, friends and Y/N.

She leaned her back on the wall, hearing the distant quiet chat between some of them. The blonde pressed the button to start a FaceTime call. She wants to forget everything that happened right now and talk with her favourite person.

"Hii, love." Y/N's face approached after a few seconds. She was giving her a sad smile, her eyes looking red, accentuating her colour eyes.

"I'm the only one who loses. What is your excuse?" Frido asked in a raspy voice, a tiny smile decorating her lips.

Y/N shakes her head, chuckling softly. "Well, my excuse is seeing you cry." She confessed, shrugging.

The blonde bites a little too hard on her lower lip, holding her own tears for this confession. Something really hard to do when she cried recently.

"Sorry..." Frido muttered, closing her eyes briefly and inevitably a tear rolled for her left cheek.

"You don't have to apologize, mi amor. You have the right to cry and feel sad." Y/N said firm in a soft voice.

Frido gives her one of her famous smiles, showing all her teeth, this time adorned by her tears. "I told you how much I love you?" She asked, watching between her blurred vision how Y/N shakes her head slowly.

"Something I heard..." Y/N giggles. "Frido... I know you are disappointed," Y/N started to say, looking at her with a serious but soft look. Frido swallows, nodding with her head briefly. "You were hopeful and I'm not gonna lie... I was too. I don't care if I am from Spain or not. You know what I think about Spain in this tournament..." Y/N bites her bottom lip, not wanting to let out any tears right now. "Just remember this encounter and make a promise to come back and do it until the final. Because I know you can. Sweden can do it." Y/N finished, clearing her throat to swallow the lump formed there.

A sob escapes from Frido's lips, hiding with a hand her eyes, letting all the tears out. "I p-promise you t-that." She stammered, wiping her tears with the palm of her hand that covered her eyes before.

"I know. You won the League's title, nationals cups, you just won the champions league... Do you think that you can't win the euro or the world cup? Because I'm sure if it's not the two, some of them could be." Y/N reassured her, smiling widely when Frido chuckled.

"We can be like Irene..." Frido trailed off, a silly smile playing on her lips. She saw how her girlfriend frowned, confused. "With a toddler around us." She clarified, enjoying the new colour on Y/N's cheeks.

"Do you not have enough with your young teammates?" Y/N whispered, making Frido laugh.

Frido shakes her head, still smiling. She stopped crying at this point. "Nop."

"What about Lucy?" This makes her laugh more. "She's like a child."

"I know." Frido said between laughs. "I'm not saying that it needed to happen. But, I see myself with you and a little you." The blonde admitted, shrugging.

"Well, I prefer a little Frido." Y/N admitted too, a new shape of red decorating her cheeks.

The Swedish blonde smirked. "I like these new propositions."

"I'm in love with an idiot." Y/N muttered, earning the laugh from the striker. Then, the Spanish looks up.

It's when Frido pays attention to where Y/N is. Well, she didn't know where she was, and Frido is trying to figure it out.

"Where are you? I don't recognise it." Frido asked, curiously.

Y/N looks down again, looking briefly at her sides. "I'm going to my mom's." Y/N lied, trying not to show her surroundings. "I need to hang up now. I will call you in a few minutes." She announced.

"Okay...?" Frido said, a little confused. "If you don't call in said time, I will." She said, making Y/N laughs this time.

The Spanish hung up and walked into the tunnel, accompanied by Pernille. "She is so in love." The Danish woman hummed, smirking mischievously.

"Shut up. You are too." Y/N muttered, looking down.

"From your girlfriend?" Pernille asked, smugly.

"No! Y-You understand me." Y/N stammered, hitting Pernille's arm, making her laugh.

"Yes, but I love teasing you." The forward admitted, approaching the door they were searching. "I'm going to text Magda." She said, grabbing her phone.

Y/N waited by her side, watching the people walk up and down the tunnel. For her luck, the Spanish girls are in their changing room, celebrating the pass to the final.

The door opening behind her, gained her attention. Magda opened it, her face displaying all what she was feeling in that moment, but a tiny smile grew up when she saw Y/N.

"Nice to see you again, kiddo." Magda said in a raspy voice, wrapping an arm around Y/N's shoulder and hugging her.

Y/N rolled her eyes, hugging her too. "You are older than me for only three years"

"Whatever you said, kiddo." Magda said, separating from the hug and pecking Pernille's lips.

"You two are insoportable." Y/N muttered, crossing her arms.

The couple turned to look at her with teasing smirks and smugly expressions while they were still hugging.

"Let's go inside." Magda said, taking off her arms from Pernille and grabbing her hand, she gets inside, Y/N following.

Y/N saw how devastated the girls are. Some of them are sitting together, giving each other encouragement words, others just comforting each other and others are alone. She saw how Hanna raised her head and crossed her gaze with hers, a look of surprise decorating her features.

"Hello." Y/N greeted, waving with her hand.

"Hey..." Hanna greeted her, still shocked. "Sorry, I'm in shock. I'm not waiting for you at this moment." She laughed nervously. Then, the blonde wrapped her arms around her neck. Y/N wrapped her arms around her too, giving a soft pat on her back.

"I believe in this team." Y/N simply said. She gave her an apologetic smile when they separated, wiping Hanna's tears.

"She is over there." Hanna muttered, indicating with a move of her head in the direction.

Y/N thanked her and kissed her forehead, walking slowly towards the young Swedish said. She saw Frido sitting on a bench, both elbows leaning on her knees, her face hiding by her hands. She walked towards her and sat down, watching her.

Frido noticed someone sitting next to her, but she doesn't pay too much attention, she just keeps trying to focus on another thing while she waits for Y/N to call her. Her knee bounced a little.

Y/N passed her tongue to her lips, a funny expression on her eyes. "You know... It's a little rude for you to not show interest in the person who sits down next to you."

The blonde blinked a few times while raising her head to look at the new voice. "W-What are you d-doing here?" Frido asked, looking astonished.

The Spanish shrugged and soon a squeal escaped from her mouth because Frido lifted her from her seat to her lap and proceeded to hug her, hiding her head on Y/N's neck and wrapping her arms around her torso.

"You don't answered me." Frido said in a muffled voice.

"I came to surprise you. I don't tell you because when I landed here, you started to play. So I contacted P and Magda and we agreed that P would come for me at the airport." Y/N explained.

"I missed you." The Swedish whispered, kissing her neck and raising her head, she was met by Y/N's gaze.

"Me too." Y/N muttered, looking at how Frido's blue eyes lit up. When the blonde travels her gaze towards Y/N's lips, the other decides to not lose time and break the little space.

It was slow, a chaste kiss. Y/N putting on her hands on Frido's cheeks and when it intensifies, a groan escapes from their mouths.

"Please, the public affection that you two are showing kept it in private!" Magda exclaims with clear intentions to tease her friends.

Frido without saying anything, stood up, making Y/N to wrap her legs on her waist and without breaking the kiss, the blonde walked to an empty cubicle. Some whistles were heard by her teammates.

"I'm not going to have sex with you, here." Y/N murmured on her lips, pecking it a few times.

"I can wait until we are alone." Frido said, smiling by Y/N's kisses on her face. She leaned Y/N's back on the door when she closed it.

"How are you?" Y/N asked, caressing Frido's cheeks with her thumbs.

"I will be better." Frido muttered, closing her eyes and enjoying Y/N's touch.

Y/N pecked her nose, seeing how the player scrunched her nose.

"I like that jersey, by the way." Y/N commented, leaning her head aside with a lipped smile.

Frido looks down to see her new jersey. "Forget about it. The only colour you would see me in red is when I wear a barça jersey. Yellow always."

"Is maroon. Not red." Y/N hummed, laughing when she saw how Frido rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, you understand me." Frido shut her kissing her again.

"Couple, we need to go now." Pernille interrupted them from the other side.

"Would you come with me to Sweden?" Frido asked, ignoring the warning by her friend.

Y/N nods. "Yes, but only a week. Later I need to come back to Barcelona."

Frido pouted. "No! You will stay with me until I come back to Barcelona." She stubbornly said, frowning.

"They are ignoring me." They heard how Pernille commented to someone. Y/N bits a laugh when she sees how Frido groans softly.

Y/N, still with her hands on her face, bring it towards her and give her a long kiss. "Definitely later we will search our first child." Frido comments, laughing hard for Y/N's reaction.

#woso x reader #woso #woso imagine #fridolina rolfö #fridolina rolfö x reader #fridolina rolfö imagine

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greencways · 4 months

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I’M JUST GLAD YOU’RE OKAY

Emily Prentiss x reader

wc - 1602

TW // coma , concussion , hospital (basically the Emily plot of the 5x11 episode) , sickening amount of pet names (honey, baby, sweet girl and pretty lady)

A/N - so much angst but it’s fine cause there’s fluff at the end

"Hey honey" Emily started

"Hi Baby, you okay? you're late where are you?" you groggily replied as Emily woke you up at 10pm.

"I'm okay, so listen I'm gonna be home a little bit later tonight okay? I'll try to be home as soon as I can it's just gonna be a little later than what I told you okay?"

"Okay Em, I'll wait up for you" you said as you yawned.

Emily could hear your tiredness through the phone as she laughed a little bit "No baby it's okay, go to sleep"

"Mmkay I love you stay safe" you replied already half sleeping.

“I love you too Y/N"

At 5am you were woken up as your phone was ringing, Emily's name flashed on the screen "Emmy? where are you?"

"Not Emily honey, it's JJ" JJ started.

More alert you jolted up "Jay? is everything okay? What's happening?"

"Me and Derek are coming to get you we'll explain everything in the car"

"I'm scared" your breath hitched, why were they coming for you at 5am and more importantly where was your girlfriend.

"So Emily was in a car accident and then she got concussed" you relayed the information back to JJ

"Yeah" JJ breathed out.

"Can I... Can I see her?" tears threatening to leave your eyes.

"Of course you can" JJ turned around in her seat and gave you a small warm smile in which you retuned.

"I'm sorry, family only" the doctor stopped you as you were about to go into her room.

You twisted the engagement ring Emily got you 7 months ago as you, dauntless with your answer you replied "I am her family, I'm Y/N Y/L/N I'm her fiancé"

The doctor who's name you leaned was Andrea gave you a warm smile with a nod "right this way" she stood back as you returned the nod and knocked on Emily's room.

"Hi honey" you spoke to her as you walked across the room to grab a chair to sit next to her bed "It's Y/N" you took her hand from her side, her body and face expressions read as if she had been sleeping for a while, she looked so peaceful so you just decided to wait for her until she woke up from the coma that you learned she was in from JJ.

"Y/N?" Emily questioned hours later pushing herself up to get to you.

"It's me honey" your hands covering her cheeks "lie back down for me" you gently said pressing her shoulders down.

"I'm sorry" Emily tearfully looked up at you.

"What for?" you scanned her face with furrowed brows.

"For not coming back earlier I-" Emily started to choke on her sobs.

"No baby it's okay I know that you're safe now and you're here with me" you replied absentmindedly running your fingers through her hair "how are you doing?" you asked already knowing the answer.

"Everything hurts" Emily replied grunting as she turned over embarrassed at how weakness was showing on her face.

"I know but you're so strong Emmy" you replied talking especially to the back of her head.

You knew this about Emily, you knew even before getting into a relationship with her that she deals with her negative emotions by compartmentalizing them, you worked so hard in the 5 years that you've known her to break those walls down and explaining that it's okay to show weakness, you even tried to convince her that weaknesses only makes you stronger, but growing up with Elizabeth Prentiss, it sure was hard to break down those walls.

Not giving you an answer but seeing her shoulders move up and down, your heart broke for her.

"Oh honey" you leaned over to kiss the top of her head "I'll be back in a minute okay, Im gonna go and see a doctor and give you a little bit of space but if you need anything just call me okay?" you sighed.

"Mhmm" she replied.

You managed to bump into Andrea, the doctor again "hey sorry to bother you, do you know when Emily Prentiss will be able to go home?" you questioned.

"I'm sorry I'm not allowed to give that information out"

"I'm her fiancé" you furrowed your brows again "Y/N Y/L/N?" you questioned.

She gave you a slight nod, remembering who you were "she can leave in about 3 hours we just have to run some more tests and then she's free to go"

"Thanks so much" you curved your lips into a smile as you left to see Emily again.

"So the doctor said you can leave in a couple of hours Em" you smiled as you closed the door.

Realizing that she didn't answer and that her breaths were small and even, you knew that she was sleeping, you walked around to the other side of the bed, Emily was facing the window which was now shining with a tiny glimpse of sunlight, you knew you had approximately an hour before Emily would wake up and be in pain again, you placed some water and her medication that the doctors prescribed to her next to you so you could give them to her straight away, you picked up a magazine and ran your hands through her hair, smiling to yourself that you knew that she was alive.

"Mmm hi sweet girl" Emily woke up groggy.

"Hi pretty lady, take these" you practically shoved the meds into her hand before she could stop you, you knew Emily wouldn't take them on her own claiming that she was "fine" and that she could "manage it"

Without a second thought because you asked her to, she took her medication straight away "we can leave in 2 hours you know" you ran your fingers through her hair something that relaxed both you and Emily before standing up to kiss her forehead.

Emily's face lit up.

"We can" you laughed a little bit at her eagerness, for someone who hated hospitals she would always be in one.

After all her tests were done and she was in the clear to leave, you gently guided her back to your car and into your apartment, you made her sit on your sofa while you put on her favourite shows.

"I'm gonna make you something to eat okay? how about some soup?" you smiled.

"I'd like that" she replied, her face curving up into a little smile.

"There's the famous Emily Prentiss smile" you cooed before turning your head to walk into your open floored kitchen.

Feeling as though Emily stood up and was looking at you, you spoke "Emmy I told you to sit down and get some rest" you said as you were looking for a bowl.

Usually she would've made a sarcastic remark or said something but she didn't say anything, you placed everything down and turned around, her tall slim build with a pale face staring at you, you knew exactly what was about to happen.

You sprinted over to her before she would fall to catch her, you picked her up and held her as Emily Prentiss just sobbed into your shoulders, you whispered things like "It's okay" and "let it out" while in a bone crushing hug, you knew she needed this, echos of sobs filled your apartment and you didn't once tell her off but you guided her through her sobs so she wouldn't hyperventilate, she was exhausted.

Once she calmed down you grabbed both of her hands in yours "breathe with me" you gently demanded "in and out" you smiled, letting go of one hand to tuck her hair behind her ears.

"Tired" she stared at you with dropped eyes, you knew she was.

"I can't let you go to bed without something to eat but I promise you can go to sleep real soon okay?"

"Mmkay" she cracked a tiny smile.

"Come on" you smiled as you guided her to your bed "Can I change you?" you asked knowing that she was too tired to do it herself, nodding gently she lifted her arms up as best as she could, you managed to get her into bed with some new fresh pajamas after about 5 minutes.

"I love you" Emily looked at you while you were in the middle of changing her, your blank expression changed into a slight smile as Emily still managed to give you the feelings of butterflies in your stomach, the same day you met her 5 years ago.

You leaned over, stopping what you were doing and pressed a long to kiss to her forehead "I'm so glad you're okay, I don't know what I would do with you" you caressed her face a little bit before carrying on with her pajamas.

"I'm gonna get you a quick snack okay so you can take some medicine and then you go to sleep"

You quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed some food and came back up quickly, when Emily took everything you could tell she was tired, she was about to fall asleep but you could see something was on her mind.

"Talk to me Prentiss" you laughed.

“Will you stay-stay with me" she smiled lightly.

"Yeah always" you smiled as you got into bed "come here" you smiled as you opened your arms for her to fall asleep in.

She managed to get comfortable in your arms, resting her head on your chest as you would occasionally stroke her hair and kiss her head letting her know how much she means to you.

#criminal minds #fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x reader #paget brewster

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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Borderlines - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Wanda and the borderlines of healthy in her relationships.

Warnings: Implied Cheating, Toxics behaviors, High School, secret dating, implied smut (no description), mild angst. | Words: 1.016k

A/N-> I just forgot I had ones ready in my drive. Just loose ideas transformed into small works, enjoy! I'll try to upload once a week.

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

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"I'm tired of your games. To be frank, I am tired of you."

Dial this number?

This phone is not receiving calls at the moment, please leave a message after-

With a weary sigh, Wanda threw the device away, one hand covering her face as she normalized her breathing.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

A sob ripped through her throat, and Wanda got to her feet, frantically moving around the room. She collected in record time every little thing of yours that was still lying around the bedroom.

She had a box full when she finished, and a face wet with tears. She ignored her twin's worried question about her state, heading downstairs toward the garage, where as soon as she reached the car, she tossed the box into the passenger seat.

The way to your apartment was made at high speed, but Wanda couldn't worry about future traffic tickets now.

She arrived at a crowded place, used to the always busy condo of other residents. Some of them recognized her, and this only made Wanda feel even more nauseous. The box weighed heavier in her arms.

She pressed the doorbell impatiently many times, until your figure appeared with a towel in her hair, worry dissipating into irritation as soon as she recognized the figure on the other end.

"Jesus, Wanda, what the hell are you doing here?"

Suddenly, all rehearsed speech faded from her mind. Wanda noticed many things at once, easily overwhelmed by the smell of post-bath, and the amount of skin exposed by your pajamas.

Her throat went dry.

"I-I..."

You grimaced at the box. "Oh, I get it." And you looked suddenly very sad. Your hands grabbed the item away from her, and Wanda didn't have the strength to resist. She clenched her fists at the side of her body, wanting to scream without being able to form any coherent sentence to say. "If that was all it was, please go away."

The tears were back, burning behind her eyes. But this time, you had a pair too, and this gave Wanda the courage to approach. The box bumped against her stomach, and your back against the door.

"Please, just-"

You looked away. "You've said everything, Wanda. Did you forget? Yesterday, to those jerk friends of yours. I don't mean anything, so stop pretending."

"You got it all wrong-"

A hoarse laugh made her shudder. "Right, on top of everything else, I'm also dumb." You sneered, the box pushing her a few inches away as you moved the item inside, placing it on the floor. Wanda denied it, shaking her head in desperation to clear up the misunderstanding, but you put your hands on her shoulders to push her out. "I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to see you. Go away, the least you can do is leave me alone after everything!"

She let herself be pushed out, but as soon as you made mention of moving away, her hands grabbed your wrists, holding you in place.

"Please, let me explain, Vis and I have been distant, he shouldn't be back home yet and I didn't know how to tell you-"

"I don't want to hear about it!" You squirmed, sobbing, giving a tug to free yourself from the grip. Wanda was crying too - As in her, all the moments of the past few weeks were passing in your mind. Unlike Wanda, now that you knew the truth, everything carried the idea that it was a lie. An act, a distraction. You hearing Wanda try to dispel her friends' suspicions by saying you were just a party friend, a summer fling, made everything worse. "Go away or I'll call the police."

Wanda shook her head. "I didn't know how to tell you, but everything I said was true. I'm in love with you, I want to go to NYU with you-"

"Wanda, stop!" You pulled away, crying so hard that Wanda despaired. Your escape back into the apartment made her follow you, closing the door behind her and coming closer until she could hold you again, as she had done so many times in the last few weeks, in this very room.

"I swear, detka, I swear I love you..." She assured, repeating several times until your crying subsided in her arms. She wiped your tears away, kissing your cheeks, repeating the same words like a mantra until you relaxed and responded back. Surrendering to her, as always.

Wanda is not sure who initiated the kiss, but most likely it was her. Soft at first, so as not to scare you off, but then firm and sensual, with tongue. You gasped, cheeks burning as your lower belly, and Wanda wasted no time in clutching at your thin clothes, pulling them off without tenderness.

You muttered something about your colleagues, apartment rules she should know by now, and that was the only deterrent to Wanda's taking you across the living room floor. She dragged you back into the bedroom, pushed you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you.

And she stayed and remained until the tears in your eyes were of pleasure, the whimpers were pleas for more. More from her fingers, from her mouth.

You always slept when she was rough like this. Wanda took immense satisfaction in watching you sleep, but shortly after covering you with a bed sheet, she got up to check the vibrating cell phone in her pants lying on the floor.

Vision sent her a message. The celebratory caption announced that the two of them were going to the same college they had planned for so long. She bit the inside of her cheek, typing that she was very happy for him and then that she needed some time.

She deleted the last part.

"Wan?"

Your sleepy voice made her look away from her cell phone. You gave her a tired smile, of one who was exhausted after coming so many times. Deliciously worn out. "Come back to bed."

She nodded. She forgot to answer any messages, her full attention on you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines #wanda maximoff oneshots

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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Hiii, I'm mad late to this, don't hate me. 🤣

I'd love to request angst #10 “i trusted you.” with Ao'nung.

HOW STUPID

another drabble woo!! i am working thru these my god. kinda struggling coz my new meds are kicking my ass LMAO but here is an angsty ao'nung drabble for the man, the myth the legend sia!!!!

Your gut told you no when you started to think of Ao’nung differently. But your heart cried out for him. His cocky smirks and boisterous laughs. For some reason captured your heart, mind, and soul.

But it was when he changed, when he started to be nicer around you. Sharing small moments together as you walked down the dimly lit shore, hands intertwined as he caressed your thumb.

Your brothers warned you of him and his cruel nature, but you took a chance. Like an idiot you took a chance.

Ao’nung had a spot where his friends would hang out as the dark of the eclipse took over the sky. A bonfire lit in the middle of their circle, flickering orange light dimming on their faces.

You wanted to go to talk to him, ask if he wanted to go for a late night swim. Now you wished that you just stayed home and didn’t bother asking for his company.

A large barrier of mangroves and bushes hid the entrance of the secret spot. Your hand held onto the large greenery about to push it out of the way before your entire body froze.

“so Ao’nung is it true that your courting that forest girl, Y/N?” The tone was snarky, a heated question leading to a decimation of trust.

Your blood ran cold as you heard your name roll of a tongue in such a cold way. Hand letting go of the greenery as your body stiffened. Oh how you wish you left, so you could live in an ignorant bliss.

“The forest freak? Why would I court her, she is nothing to this clan, nothing to me.” Ao’nung scoffed at his friend’s question, as if it was completely ridiculous to ever consider being his mate. What was the purpose of his actions? Why did he spend so much time to change just to act as if you were nothing to him.

Your body was now hot. Furious and devasted at what you had just heard. Heart falling out of your chest as it left an empty cavity of hurt within you. How could he do this to you. You trusted him.

Tears welled up in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks. There was no use holding them back as you sobbed down the shore. Your entire body ached, betrayal raking through your bones. You couldn’t go back to your marui like this.

So you sat, you sat on the wet sand, knees curled up to your chest as you stared into the dark sea. Had he thought nothing of your heart? Nothing of your feelings.

Time passed as you sat in your despair, the dim light of the approaching night transitioning to the darkness, only the bioluminescence of the sky and your body lighting up the world around you.

The padding of feet against the sand woke you out of you dissociation. Turning towards the sound it was the last person you wanted to see. Ao’nung. How could you face him, you couldn’t let him lie his way into your heart any longer.

He spotted you curled into yourself on the beach, concern growing his chest. But the closer he got the more he felt that something was incredibly wrong, so incredibly wrong.

“Flower…why are you out here so late? It is dark. Let me walk you home.” His hand laid on your shoulder anxiously.

Your muscles tensed under his touch, shaking his hand off your body as your eyes bored into his soul. Revealing your sadness to him. “What has happened?”

“You.” Ao’nung only furrowed his brows, confused at your answer. “You happened.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“Why would I court her, she is nothing to this clan, nothing to me.” Your voice cracked as you said it, tears returning as the sting of his words resonated within you.

His face dropped. He had been caught, he was riddled with guilt, mouth growing dry as he tried to form words. “No- Baby I didn’t mean that.”

“Do you know how much I have risked letting myself love you? I trusted you with my heart, my body, my soul. I trusted you to not hurt me. How stupid was I for letting myself do that?” You sobbed between your words, an accusing finger pointed right at his chest.

“You’re not stupid.” You scoffed, a heartless laugh escaping your chest.

“No tell me how stupid I am for loving you. How stupid I am for thinking you would want to be with a forest freak like me. I should’ve listened to my brothers, you are not worthy of the love I have given you.” His face was permanently stuck in a frown, shaking his head as he tried to think of something to say.

“I am sorry flower I didn’t mean it. You know I didn’t.” He grabbed onto your small hand in his, his fin like arms contrasting to your skinnier ones. Another reason he would never love you.

“Stop lying to yourself. You know you did.” And with that you shook his weak grip off you. Striding towards your family marui as his touch still lingered on your palms and his words lingered on your heart. It was childish to ever think he would not taint your heart.

thankyou sm for reading!!

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lvrhughes · 1 year

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No One Will Ever Hurt You Again | J. Hughes

pairing: Jack Hughes x f!reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: Past memories are brought up for you, but jack’s there for you.

warnings: mentions of past?? kissing?

requested: yes

this was requested bc it’s rowdy’s birthday!!

not my gif!

Jack knew your past, he knew everything, all the bad and all the good. He knew you inside and out. Of course that’s what happens when you're best friends with someone for years. He knew what you went through, he knew that it still haunted you to this day. Yet whenever he was near you never seemed haunted.

Being with Jack made you feel safe, he was home for you. He knew that, he would do anything to keep you safe, he’d do anything to make you feel at home. Bringing you everywhere he could, calling you everytime he couldn’t bring you.

“Jack, I’m okay I swear, it’s only two days!” you exclaimed over the phone, where jack was dramatically sighing on the other side.

“That’s why I’m calling! It’s two days, I'm going to die without you.” he groaned and you could hear his dramatic fall to the bed, imagine the hand he laid over his forehead as he fell.

“You’ll survive, I promise.” you laughed, making him smile, he loved the sound.

“Fine.” he finally complied, agreeing he would, sadly, painfully, survive the forty-eight hours.

And he did, rushing into your place as soon as he stepped foot back in New Jersey. Finding you asleep, he halted his movement. Tear marks stained your face, your sleeves and pillow still damp with tears. His heart breaking at the sight, he chose his next moves. Kneeling beside the head of your bed, running his hand down your face. Collecting any missed tears.

He could feel your movement beneath his hand, he stayed cupping your face, running his other hand through your hair.

“Jack?” you groaned, unaware of what time it was, or when he got here.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I just got back, you’re always the first person I see.”

Slowly you sat up, letting him crawl in behind you, resting against his chest.

“You were crying, weren’t you?” The question made you wake up a bit more.

“What?”

“Don’t lie to me, there’s tears on your pillows and your cheeks are stained with them.” His voice was firm, but not in a mean way, more in a caring way.

“Maybe.”

“I’m worried about you.” the way his voice almost broke, made you break. Turning in his arms to bury your head into his chest, his hand rubbing circles on your back while you sobbed. The two of you stayed like that until you were almost asleep.

“Princess, stay awake for another minute, okay? Let’s talk.”

“Mhm” you hummed back, waiting for him to start.

“What happened?” He kept his voice soft and even, keeping a comforting tone.

“I don’t want to talk about it. It brought back the memories. I worked so hard to forget them, Jack.” the tears filling your eyes again.

“Oh baby.” he cooed, pulling you tight against him again, covering you in a sense of peace, home.

“I missed you Jack.”

“I missed you too, princess.”

“I love you.” his movements halted at the confession, sure you’d told him before but the way you said it this time, it was different.

“I love you too.” it was not his best reply when he just come to think, what if i’m in love with my best friend? But he hoped it’d suffice, it did not.

“Not like that, but it’s okay.” too tired to argue, too tired to try to tell him what you meant, you just left with that. Curling into him more, letting sleep cover you again.

“What do you mean ‘not like that’?”

“Jack, go to sleep.”

“No, I need to know.” his stubbornness making you groan.

“I am in love with you, Jack Rowden Hughes. Are you happy now? Let me sleep.” he was ecstatic, ignoring your complaining groans when he picked you up, spinning you around.

“Jack, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m in love with you too.”

“What?” your confusion making him laugh a little. “Don’t laugh, asshole.” you swatted at him.

“Did you think i was just going to ignore your confession, Princess you’ve been all I think about for years I don’t know how i didn’t figure it out sooner. I’ve been in love with you for years.”

He wasted no time after the words were in the air, leaning down to kiss you. Letting yourself melt against him, his lips were soft but chapped.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years.” he mumbled against your lips when you pulled slightly away, in need of air.

“I thought you never noticed you were in love with me?” you teased.

“Princess, that didn’t stop me picturing kissing you. Just to know what it’d be like.”

Letting the banter continue on for another minute, before you were interrupted by a yawn. Jack, finally noticing the time, was quick to get you back to bed.

“Where are you going?” you whined, when after he place you on the bed he began to leave.

“I just need some other clothes.”

“No, don’t go. Just steal the ones in my closet.”

“Oh so you admit you steal my clothes?”

“Always have, always will. They’re comfy and smell like you.” he almost melted at the confession.

“I can’t even be mad at you when you say that.” he mumbled, crawling behind you in bed, in the sweatshirt he had been looking for, for the past three months.

“I promise, no one will ever hurt you again.” he said, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. You smiled, almost burying yourself further into his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, now let’s sleep, hmm?”

He barely heard the ‘mhm’ you mumbled out, just before passing out. Taking his cue to sleep as well, he place one more kiss on the top of your head, letting sleep catch up to him

#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes one shot #jack hughes #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl imagine #mads writings!

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nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius · 7 months

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TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 17

Omega, texting Hunter: Hunter! Help I'm being kidnapped Hunter: Where are you? Omega: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help. Hunter: I'll call Crosshair. Crosshair, answering his comm: Hello? Hunter: Where's Omega? She texted me that she was being kidnapped. Crosshair: Omega? What do you mean, she's right next to me- Crosshair: Crosshair: I'll call you back. *Hangs up* Crosshair: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD! Omega: WHO ARE YOU!?

Hunter: Crosshair is at that very special age where a kid only has one thing on their mind. Wrecker: Boys? Crosshair: Homicide.

Wrecker: WHAT ARE YOUR ADJECTIVES Echo: …You mean my pronouns? Wrecker: NO I KNOW WHAT YOUR PRONOUNS ARE WHAT ARE YOUR ADJECTIVES Echo: …I dunno. What are yours? Wrecker: NOISY AND CHAOTIC Echo: I’ve never had something go from making no sense to making complete sense so quickly.

Crosshair: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

Hunter: *Turns on the kitchen light* Tech: *Sitting at the table, eating bread* Hunter: It’s four in the morning. Tech: Turn the light back off.

Hunter: You know what? Let’s give it a go. What’s the worst that could happen? Echo: Humiliation, embarrassment, fire, explosions, collisions, tears, nudity and death.

Tech: How do I make a date really romantic? Crosshair: Be mysterious. Tech: Okay! *later, while on a date with Phee* Phee: So where are we going? Tech: None of your business.

*Wrecker and Crosshair are fighting* Hunter, taking aspirin: I have a headache! Can you guys just be cool?! *Wrecker and Crosshair start fighting while wearing sunglasses and riding skateboards*

Wrecker: I am Wrecker, I speak for the trees. Chop them down and I snap your knees.

Wrecker: Man, it smells like wrongdog out here. Omega: Omega: Wrecker, are you alright? Wrecker: *sobs*

*The gang is about to do something dangerous* Omega: Shouldn’t someone give a pep talk? Echo: Go ahead. Omega: Be careful. Tech: Don’t die. Crosshair: *Holds back a laugh* Echo: Great. We’re all bloody inspired.

Echo: I am going to cry. I’m going to cry until I can no longer physically cry anymore because all the water in my body is gone and I die from dehydration. Wrecker: Are you okay? Tech: Did you actually just ask him that? Like, you need that to be answered otherwise you won’t know?

*Thump noise* Omega, from the other room: What happened?! Tech: Wrecker’s shirt fell. Omega: Why was it loud? Tech: It had him inside.

Crosshair: You've got to act tough, Omega! Show 'em you can't be pushed around! Show 'em they can't mess with you! Omega: Right. Yes. Tough. Got it. Omega, standing up on her stool and slamming her hands down on the bar: I'LL TAKE A CHOCOLATE MILK.

Hunter: You know, on second thought, Gum would be perfection. Echo: *Gives him a strange look and hands him a piece of gum* Hunter: *Thinking* Gum would be perfection. Gum would be perfection. I could have said gum would be nice, could have said I'll have a stick. But no no no no no, for me, gum is perfection. I loathe myself.

Wrecker, going fishing: I’m going LIE to fish!

Echo: I’m gonna kill you. Crosshair: Get in line!

Hunter: It’s not that I don’t trust Tech, I just... don’t trust his impulse control.

Crosshair: You know, when I first met you, I really didn’t like you. Echo, after a moment: …I thought there was going to be another half to that sentence? Crosshair: Nope!

Echo: I have a bad feeling about this, guys. Tech: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Crosshair: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? Echo, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

Hunter: Act natural. Tech: For this kind of situation, the most natural thing would be to panic, so technically I can panic. Hunter: NO, that’s not what I meant! Act like it’s a normal day! Tech: My ‘normal’ days of late, consist of a lot of panic. Hunter: Will you just cooperate? Tech: When a person is panicking, they are not apt to cooperate very well!

Crosshair: See, the problem is, Hunter, you’re playing 3D chess. I’m playing 4D. Hunter: I’m playing checkers. I don’t know what the fuck you’re playing.

Tech: *Reading a letter* Omega: Well, what does it say? Tech: It’s a confession letter. It turns out Wrecker killed my pet rock.

Crosshair: I’m not stupid, you know. Hunter: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it!

Echo: Pardon me, but it sounds like you’re questioning my authority! Tech: Not at all, Echo. Merely your primitive methods.

Omega: Wrecker! Tech got that thing on the control panel working! Wrecker: Wow! That looks pretty impressive. Omega: Yeah! Wrecker: Any idea what it does? Omega: Not a clue.

Wrecker: Hoodie pockets are so great. I can fit like three sandwiches and a grenade in there and my hands are still warm.

Crosshair: I am working on this whole Good Guy thing, but anyone who cuts me in line at 79's deserves to have their kneecaps shot out, okay?

Crosshair: Apparently, it was Rude™ of me to pitch in my two cents on a conversation I happened to overhear, despite agreeing with them. Crosshair: On an unrelated note, I am no longer allowed in the ceiling vents.

Crosshair, over comms: Uh. . Hey, Hunter, I uh, I’ve been stabbed. Omega: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU? Crosshair: Wait- You aren’t Hunter. Sorry- I didn’t mean to call you- Omega: NO, WHERE ARE YOU? IM COMING THERE. IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE SOMEONE ALONE THATS BEEN STABBED.

Echo: Your problem is that you’ve got no common sense. Tech: I’ve got plenty of common sense! Tech: I just choose to ignore it.

Crosshair: Yeah, I find it quite emotional. In like a cool way. Tech: Did you just say it makes you cry in a cool way?

Wrecker: Hunter, why does your bucket list have ‘Die’ on it? Hunter: So I can die feeling at least a little bit accomplished.

Echo: Why are you two always out during rainstorms? Tech: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of rain. Crosshair: Wrecker bet me I couldn’t get struck by lighting, but he's WRONG.

Tech: Hey do you want to hang out this weekend? Crosshair: Generic excuse. Tech: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face. Crosshair: I can.

Wrecker: How do you sleep at night knowing people don’t like you? Crosshair: With the fan on.

Wrecker: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs. Tech: Those are bones, Wrecker. Wrecker: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.

Hunter: So the other day I sent Omega out to get us some gas. Hunter: And instead of getting gas, she got us novelty cookie cutters. Hunter: Now everything we eat is shaped like a dinosaur. Hunter: … Hunter: I love her so much.

Tech: Name something you believed in as a child that you no longer do as an adult. Hunter: Myself.

Omega: *finds half a watermelon at Whole Foods* Omega, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!

Wrecker: This should be illegal! Crosshair: It is.

Tech, bleeding out on the ground: Blood loss? No, I know exactly where it is.

Crosshair: Ha! What are you gonna do? Stab me? *Five minutes later* Crosshair, calling Hunter: HELP, IVE BEEN STABBED.

#star wars #incorrect quotes #incorrect bad batch quotes #tbb incorrect quotes #the bad batch #tbb

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intimidating-fettuccine · 6 months

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Quick! Go commit crimes Gummy Worm Anon!! No one is here to stop you

Jeff: What the fuck are you doing?

Tim on the couch with a full length mirror: I am doing my eyebrows

Jeff: that’s a big ass mirror

Tim: I have big ass eyebrows

Teen slender with tear marks on his face after finding out his s/o died: So...*shaky inhale* today has been great... *sniff* I can’t wait for more...*starts sobbing*

Splendor: I spilled lipstick in your Valentino bag

Trendor: Oh-! You spilled - W-! lipstick In my Valentino White Bag!?

Toby: I’m making holy water

Jeff: how??

Toby with the dumbest smile ever: I’m boiling the hell out of it

Ben: I am about to do the most dangerous skateboard stunt

Ben placing his hand on Jeff's shoulder: Thanks for coming friend I needed the support

Jeff placing his hand on Ben's shoulder: no thank YOU. Watching you get hurt is my hobby

Jeff: This is my Superbowl

L.J. placing a gallon of milk over the drain:....

L.J.: The house is thirsty

Ben: So I made this lie detector machine, let's test it out

Toby with no hesitation: Do you like Y/N?

Ben: No

Machine: Lie. Lie.

Ben As the machine continues to shout 'lie': Anyways it's obviously broken so we have to reschedule

Brian about to eat the last cookie:

Toby: Ka me ha me-

Brian: Nope, it's yours

Brian later to Slender: I know he probably can't do it but I'm not gonna fuck around and find out

Teen Slender: What's wrong?

Ghost s/o: you find out my tragic backstory in season 2. We don't have the budget this season

Teen Slender:...

Ghost s/o:..

Teen Slender: Wow that's pretty traumatic

L.J.: That's a nice painting *pills out basketball

Helen: Thank you-

Helen: is that the basketball from space jam that steals people's talents?

L.J.: Yeah

Helen:...

L.J.: :)

*rampant scrambling and screaming ensues*

Tim to Toby who is visibly injured: That was the dumbest thing I've ever seen

Tim: You know what that means mister

Toby: No! Please! Anything but that!

Tim: That's right you son of a bitch I'm telling on you to your mom

Me who slept in an extra two hours and was definitely asleep when you sent this who would have been useless to stop you because I’ve been so tired.

Also YELLLSSSSSS because I love those. I think the last one is my favorite but they’re all so accurate.

For the teen Slender and ghost s/o about the trauma being revealed in season two, I’m just imagining Slender standing there reading their mind while they both just have the dumbest looks on their faces. I needed those laughs thank you.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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*slides $800 in Monopoly money over*

Got any sub!Wrecker and Dom!femreader smut in the back?

Our Happy Ending

Summary: You introduce Wrecker to your family, and it goes far worse than you ever feared. Luckily for you, Wrecker knows just how to make you both feel better.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming. Mentions of a toxic family

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted. I'm, apparently, not good at not writing gentle doms. The more you know, right?

You slowly unlock the front door to your apartment, guilt warring with anger in your chest. You thought, hoped, that your family would be happy for you. Happy that you were happy.

Your mother’s words regarding Wrecker ring through your memory, and you wince.

They had been so…cruel. So very cruel, to your gentle Wrecker.

And he just took it.

That’s the worst part, you think.

As much as you defended him, as much as you called out your family for their words, they still said them.

You don’t know how to apologize to him. It had been your idea to introduce him to your family, after all.

You may as well have said the words to him yourself.

Wrecker’s been quiet since you left the family reunion, his gaze dark as he watches you. He leans against the wall next to the door, his gaze locked on your face, “Well,” Wrecker says slowly, wryly, “That could have gone…worse.”

A bitter laugh, that’s half a sob, falls from your lips. “You don’t have to lie, Wreck.” You angrily wipe the tears out of your eyes, “The only way that could have gone worse is if they pulled a weapon on you.”

He’s quiet for a moment, “It’s not your fault, firefly.” The familiar pet name makes you blink hard to try and keep yourself from crying. You’re not the injured party here, you have no business being so upset.

“I’m the one who insisted on introducing you.” You finally manage to get the door open, “It’s all my fault.”

Wrecker steps away from the wall and wraps his arms around you, kissing the back of your head, “You can’t control the words or actions of other people. I’m not unused to people saying such things about me.” You tilt your head to look at him, and he flashes a small smile, “I’m a big guy, love. I’m used to it.”

“That’s so much worse, Wreck!” You blurt, “I shouldn’t have insisted on introducing you. I-”

“Hey.” His arms tighten around you, “None of that. You wanted to introduce me to the people you love most in the world. They’re the ones who karked up. Not you.”

“...yeah, I guess.”

“Come on,” He nudges you into the apartment and shuts the door behind him, and then he turns you so that you’re facing him, “You’re still upset.”

“I don’t understand why you’re not.” You reply.

“Because I knew something that they didn’t.” Wrecker replies, and at your puzzled look he flashes a wide grin, “I knew that, if they pushed, you would choose me.”

“As if that was ever in doubt,” You reply as you slide your arms around his waist, “I love you, after all.”

“Yes,” He’s smug about it, “You do. And I’m a lucky man for it.”

“Still…” You say, deciding not to call him out on being smug for the moment, “I am sorry-”

“Nope.”

“I…what?”

“You don’t get to apologize for them being assholes.”

You stare at him, your jaw dropped, “I…but…”

“Nope.” He repeats.

“Oh, come on, Wreck! I already feel awful about it. Let me apologize-”

“Not gonna happen.”

“But, why?”

“Because you did nothing wrong.” Wrecker kisses your forehead, and then ducks to lightly press his lips against yours, “So I refuse to accept any apology from you.”

“Stubborn.” You mumble against his lips.

“Yep.”

“Will you at least let me do something to make up for the fact that they hurt you?” You ask, “Something to help you forget their words?”

“That’s not your responsibility-”

“I know you think that. But, Wreck, please? I don’t feel that way.”

He sighs and slowly brushes the back of his fingers against your cheek, “Alright, Firefly, what did you have in mind?”

“I can…make you something to eat?” You offer.

“...I’m flattered,” Wrecker says slowly, “But I have a better idea…one that doesn’t involve us going to the hospital when you inevitably burn yourself. Again.”

Your face heats, “That doesn’t happen every time-” You try to defend.

“It happened the last three times you tried to cook.” Wrecker corrects as he finally guides you out of the hallway and into the apartment properly, “And my idea will make us both feel better.”

“You still haven’t told me-”

“I want to be tied up and used for your pleasure.” He says bluntly, a wide grin crossing his face as you trip over your own feet in your surprise. “Careful, Firefly.”

“You…You can’t just spring stuff like that on me.” You sputter, your face burning with flustered embarrassment.

“You don’t wanna?” Wrecker asks.

“I…didn’t say that.” You reply sheepishly, “I’m still surprised you enjoy it so much.”

“Hm…my absolute bombshell of a girlfriend taking control in bed and taking what she wants while giving me what I want? What’s not to enjoy?”

You avert your gaze for a moment, to gather your thoughts. “Alright.” You finally reply, your voice thoughtful.

A small smile crosses your face as he brightens, you really do love him so much. “I’ll go and get the bed ready then-” Wrecker starts, only to pause when you reach up and press a single finger against his lips.

“Not the bed.”

He blinks at you, “We don’t fit on the couch, firefly.” Wrecker reminds you.

You smile impishly, “Not the couch either.” And your smile broadens at his, adorably puzzled, expression, “Fill the tub, please? And you can use the bubble bath that you prefer, if you like.”

Delight flashes across his face, “Yes ma’am,”

“And once the tub is filled, you can get in and wait for me.”

Wrecker beams at you, and kisses your finger, which is still pressed against his lips, before he pulls away from you and vanishes into the bedroom. It shouldn’t take longer than a few minutes for him to fill the tub. You linger in the living room for several minutes, until you hear the water turn off, and then you head into the bedroom as well.

You peel off your clothes and toss them on the floor, before you step into the bathroom. The room is steamy, and, much to your surprise, the room is filled with the scent of your favorite bubbly bath, rather than his.

You melt a little bit. Your sweet Wrecker, always thinking of you, even when you tell him to think of himself first.

He’s already in the tub, his gaze locked on you.

“I thought I said you could use your favorite bubble bath,” You chide, very gently, as you carefully sit on the edge of the tub and swing your legs so they’re dipping in the water.

Several months after you started dating Wrecker, you used your Holiday Bonus from work to completely redo your bathroom. With a massive bathtub that can easily fit you and Wrecker at the same time.

It was expensive, but it was so worth it to be able to see him lounging in the bath.

“You did.” Wrecker’s lips twitch up in amusement, “I intentionally used your favorite.”

You slip into the water and sink to your knees between his legs, “Hm, you’re usually better at obeying than this.” You tease as you slide closer to him and slowly drag your fingers across his broad chest.

“Maybe I want to be punished, firefly.” He almost purrs as you slowly shift to straddle his thighs.

You hum thoughtfully and lightly cup his cheek, “Is that what you want, Wrecker?”

He chuckles, “I want you. I don’t care how.”

You lean in and kiss him. A slow, passionate, kiss that has his hands wrapping firmly around your waist and his and his hips arching against you. “Would you like to hear how I’m going to have you?” You coo against his lips.

“Yes.”

“Yes…?”

“Ma’am.” His eyes glimmer with adoration and you’ve never felt more loved in your life. “Yes, ma’am.”

You giggle and kiss the tip of his nose, “Good boy,” He groans at your words, “I’m going to slide down your cock, and I’m going to sit there.” You kiss his cheek, “You’re not allowed to move and you’re not allowed to cum. Not until I say you can.”

Wrecker’s hands tighten around your hips, and you know you’re going to have bruises from him, not that you mind at all. Cockwarming, after all, is one of Wrecker’s favorite things.

He scans your face for a moment, and you can practically see what he’s thinking. Cockwarming is not something that you tend to instigate. Not that you hate it, or even that you don’t enjoy it, but it’s definitely something more for Wrecker than you.

He slides one hand up your side to cup your face, and he pulls you in for a kiss. It’s slow and deep and passionate, “I love you.” He breathes against your lips. And then, suddenly remembering what he had asked for, he leans back, though his gaze remains soft and adoring, “I can behave.”

You laugh softly, your heart full, as you settle yourself over the head of his cock, “Well, we’ll see won’t we.” You tease gently.

#star wars #tbb #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x reader #18+ fic #clone thirsting #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 10 months

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What if the boathouse scene went differently?

A/N: I tend to sexualize this scene too much because I don't want to think how scared they both were. Here's the boathouse scene, but with more emotions.

Steve was scared. He wasn't going to lie himself. The beer bottle was pressed against his throat as Eddie glared menacingly at him. He could also see that he wasn't the only one scared. He recognized the look in Eddie's eyes, the look that says he had seen something he couldn't quite understand. Steve understood that all too well. That fear of the unknown. It's why he did what he did next after dropping the oar.

Steve reached out a hand, and he felt Eddie react instinctively, pushing harder. He could hear them yelling behind him. Steve flipped up his hand and placed a gentle hand around Eddie's, the hand that was holding the bottle. He placed his other hand on Eddie's shoulder.

"It's okay," Steve said softly. "It's okay."

Eddie's face relaxed along with his stance, letting go of the bottle. His face crumpled.

"No, man, it's not," Eddie whimpered.

He collapsed against Steve, sobbing. He buried his face into Steve’s neck. Steve looked over Eddie's shoulder to look at Dustin with wide panicked eyes. Dustin mimed a hug and waved his hands at him. Steve rolled his eyes but wrapped his arms around Eddie and held him close. At least he wasn't holding a bottle to his neck anymore. Steve relaxed his arms and eased into the hug. He moved one of his hands and began stroking the back of his head. He felt a wave of affection and sympathy for the man in his arms. Eddie's whimpers began to slow with each stroke of his hair until it came to a stop. He was still holding onto Steve rather tightly.

Steve motioned at Dustin to give them a minute. He looked like he wanted to argue, but he looked at Eddie again and frowned. Dustin pushed the others out the door and gave Steve a nod on the way out. Steve eased Eddie back and looked at him. His big brown eyes were watery, sad, and full of fear. He could also see a little bit of anger simmering somewhere in there, but it wasn't directed at him. Steve pulled a tissue out of his sleeve.

"Are you a magician?" Eddie asked as they sat on the floor.

"No, I just babysit a bunch of kids," Steve replied, and Eddie took the tissue.

"Dustin was right. You really are like their mom," Eddie said.

"I feel more like a cattle wrangler," Steve said, and Eddie snorted.

"Who apparently cleans up their boogies," Eddie laughed.

"I did that once," Steve muttered, and Eddie laughed.

"I'm sorry about, uh, nearly killing you, and you know, getting snot on your jacket," Eddie said.

"You were scared," Steve said. "And I get it cleaned or get a new one depending on the damage."

"Can't get a new neck," Eddie quipped.

"Tell that to my mother," Steve said, and Eddie laughed, and then he kept laughing. "Eddie. . ."

"I'm not a violent man, Steve, I've never even thrown a punch. I like to act all tough, but the truth is I'm a coward," Eddie said. "So, I really am sorry for doing that, one wrong move, and I could have hurt you, man."

"We do a lot of things and say a lot of things when we're scared that we never thought we ever even imagine we could do. I never thought that I would be able to step up the first time something like this happened. I used to think I was a coward, too, and then I faced something bigger than that: losing someone I was starting to really care about. I grabbed a bat and started swinging with no questions asked," Steve said. "I don't know what happened to you, but I know you saw something."

"You've been through something like this before?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, Hawkins is cursed, man," Steve replied.

"Dustin's been through this too?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Steve said.

"Shit," Eddie said and paused, rubbing his hands on his face. "It's hard to believe that Steve Harrington is a genuinely nice guy. I'm glad I was wrong about you. I was super jealous as hell, by the way. I didn't want to believe it."

"About what?" Steve asked.

"Dustin! He doesn't shut up about you," Eddie said. "He hero worships you."

"He does?" Steve asked with a smile.

"Yeah," Eddie said, smiling back at him.

"I was jealous too," Steve said. "He talks about you all of the time. I think he wants us to be friends."

"I think it's working," Eddie said. "I think I would do anything for that kid."

"Me too," Steve said.

Steve locked eyes with him, and there was fondness in there now. Looking at him now with fresh eyes, he suddenly realized how pretty Eddie was with his big eyes and his plump lips. Was he reading his mind? Eddie's cheeks turned pink, and he ducked his head.

"I must be crazy. Chatting with Steve Harrington," Eddie said. "Becoming friends. . .yeah, definitely crazy."

"Oh, you're definitely crazy," Steve said, grinning.

"Asshole," Eddie said with a hint of affection.

"That's all I used to be," Steve said.

"Ah, you weren't so bad," Eddie said. "It was that obnoxious untrained hyena you were friends with. You at least tried to reel him in."

"How do you - ?"

"I noticed," Eddie replied.

"I noticed you too," Steve said.

"Yeah?"

"It's hard not to when you climb on the tables in the cafeteria like they were a stage," Steve grinned. "It was funny when you walked right across Tommy's sandwich."

"Oh, was that Hagen? Oops," Eddie said.

"Oh, like you didn't do that on purpose," Steve said and laughed.

Then they were both laughing, falling again each as they did so until they were on the floor and clutching their stomachs. They lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling.

"Thank you for letting me cry on you," Eddie said.

"You're welcome. When I first went through this, I didn't have anyone to help me afterward. I just stopped being friends with Tommy and Carol. Nancy and I hadn't gotten back together yet. It was just me in my big empty house with a pool Barb Holland died in, and all I wanted to do was to have someone to cry on. Harrington men don't cry, though," Steve scowled.

"Where were your parents?" Eddie asked.

"My dad was away on business all the time, and my mom followed him around to make sure he didn't cheat," Steve said.

"Your dad fucked around on your mom too?" Eddie asked.

Steve looked at him to find that Eddie was also looking at him.

"Assholes," they said together.

Suddenly, the door burst opened, and Dustin appeared above them with his hands on his hips.

"Are you guys sleeping?!" Dustin asked, and they started laughing. "This is a serious situation?!"

Steve stood up and held out his hand, helping Eddie up. He pulled him into a tight hug. Yeah, this was definitely the start of something.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #pre steddie #dustin henderson

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