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pt 2 of steve "dies but doesn't stay dead" harrington and eddie "ferryman of the river styx" munson // 1.9k // pt 1 âĄ
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november 1984
Eddie checks. Of course he checks. Asks around, eventually to his superiors to make sure he wasnât going to get in trouble for not collecting Steve. Itâs uncommon, they tell him, rare, even. But not unheard of. People die briefly and come back to life. Usually only the one time. The answer should be good enough. Should be. Isnât though. It frustrates Eddie to no end. Months of wondering and ruminating with the firm belief that he wonât get to see Harrington again anytime soon to ask.
He doesnât have to wait long.
This time Eddie is on the boat. Leaning over the edge, a hand dangling low to the black water, staring at the same patch of grass he first saw Steve sitting. In fairness, all souls appeared in that general area. But Eddie is fixated on the exact spot Steve had shown off his deep chest wounds. Itâs for this reason that Eddie jumps three feet into the air when Steve materialises in the same spot again less than a year later.
Sitting up with a rattling gasp and a look of fury on his bashed-in faceâagain?! Eddie briefly thinksâSteve yells, âFucking Hargrove!â
âChrist, Harrington!â Eddie shouts, hand over his chest despite the distinct lack of heartbeat. âCould give a guy a bit of warning.â
Steve looks around, eyes surrounded by more dark bruising taking a second to focus on Eddie, chest heaving as he calms down. âShit, sorry, man.â
They just look at each other for a few long moments, Eddie standing like a frightened cat on his still wobbling boat. He clears his throat to break the silence. âWho, uh. Whoâs Hargrove?â
Scoffing, Steve drags a hand down the side of his face, then winces as it passes over bruising. âDouchebag new guy.â He sighs, settling his forearms on his knees. âHis sister is friends with some kids I know. Was coming after them, so IâŠâ Trailing off, Steve gestures to his face.
âWhat? Offered yourself up as a human punching bag and got yourself killed? Again?â Eddie says, trying not to sound too judgemental.
âYeah, well,â Steve sighs. âI wasnât just gonna let him beat up a kid. Theyâve been through enough without some dickhead coming in and kicking the shit out of them.â
Eddie feels his brows pull together slightly as he sits back down on the bench of the boat, arms crossed over the edge. Itâs not like Harrington was the big bully of Hawkins High, but defender of local kids is⊠new. âSounds like a grade-A asshole.â
Steve snorts. âHe is.â
âKids were lucky to have you around as their⊠babysitter?â Eddie offers, cracking a grin.
Steve rolls his eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. âSomething like that. Probably didnât need me at all. Stuck around long enough to see her drug him, so they should be fine.â
Humming appreciatively, a thought moves across Eddieâs mind, and he canât help himself. ââŠNo monsters this time?â
âHa, ha,â Steve rolls his eyes. âYeah, I know you donât believe me, but the monsters did actually come back, which is why I was with those little shits in the first place.â He sounds annoyed, but thereâs a fond look behind those bruised eyes. One that gives Eddie a little spark in his chest. âBut no, this death was just a regular guy.â
Itâs Eddieâs turn to snort. âThis death. So casual.â
A full grin breaks out on Steveâs face, contrasting heavily with the bruises and the blood under his nose. âWell, when itâs happened this many times, kinda hard not to view it as like. Just this thing that happens, yâknow?â
Eddie doesnât really know. Of everything heâs learnt about deathâthrough his own and through everyone heâs met sinceâthis thing Steve goes through is beyond him. Incomprehensible. He nods anyway.
âHow many times have you died, Harrington?â
âHmmâŠâ Steve looks up as he thinks for a moment. âThis would be⊠five? Or six?â He shrugs. âIâm not sure if it happened when I was a baby.â
He says it so casually, so matter-of-fact, Eddie almost wants to double-take. It sounds so truthful, he struggles to not believe him. Even though Eddie knows heâs not losing much by believing him, a small part of him still has doubts. And worries for his job. âYou gonna get in the boat this time?â
Steve snorts. âNot this time, buddy.â Something jolts in Eddieâs chest at the familiarity. âMaybe next time though.â
âNext time,â Eddie mutters under his breath, shaking his head. âYou anticipate dying again?â
âWell, no,â Steve chuckles. âBut based on how things have been⊠and apparently Iâm not too careful.â He gestures at his bruised up face, eyes bright with humour between the blues and purples and reds.
âThe monsters?â Eddie supplies, just teetering on the edge of sarcasm.
âMonsters, douchebag guys, car wrecks⊠you just never know.â
The casual tone in which Steve talks about his deaths still has Eddie reeling. Itâs been well over a year and Eddie is surrounded by death constantly, and he still struggles to think about his own. Tells himself heâd rather not dwell, which is true, but it also hurts. He shakes it off, shifting his focus to the bruised and beaten boy in front of him.
âOr⊠you could save yourself the trouble, and get in the boat now?â Eddie gestures down at his boat with a little hand flair. Heâs joking. Mostly. If Steve did have the chance to go back to the land of the living, Eddie didnât want to take that away from him. Not that he thought Steve was getting that chance. Not completely, anyway.
âWish I could, but I donât make the rules.â Steve grins at him, like theyâre sharing a secret. And they kind of were. Eddie wasnât sure how many people knew about Steveâs semi-regular dances with death.
âAnd since when have you ever been one to stick to the rules?â Eddie asks, propping his arm up and resting his chin on his palm. Looking at the boy on the grass. His hair is longer this time.
Steve laughs, head tilted back. âFair point. But if you want me on that boat, youâre gonna have to come over here and drag me onto it.â He raises a brow at Eddie in challenge.
Eddie rolls his eyes. âWish I could, but I donât make the rules.â He repeats Steveâs words back at him, mocking him.
âWell, well, well,â Steve says, tone playful. âLook whoâs being a stickler for rules now.â
âI know,â Eddie drags it out, struggling to hold back his smile. âCrazy, huh? Divine punishment for being born the son of a criminal, I guess.â Eddieâs gaze drops down to the black water beneath him.
Steve scoffs at him. âLike you never smoked pot or broke speeding laws in that van of yours.âÂ
Eyes widening before he can stop them, Eddieâs shocked Steve even knows about the van. Shocked that Steve knows anything about him at all. What world is he in where the king of Hawkins High knows about Eddie and his beat up old van? Even being in the grade below him, Steve had a popularity pull that was noticed by those in Eddieâs grade. Confusion and surprise subsiding, Eddie finds himself leaning forward even further.
âComing from you?â Eddie challenges back. âWe all know about the famous Harrington ragers, Mister Keg King.â
The title makes Steve roll his eyes. âNever saw you at one.â
It was true. Eddie hadnât attended any of the parties, for fear of his reputation making him a target. He drops his gaze again. âDidnât think Iâd be welcome there.â
Steve doesnât respond, and the silence grows between them. They havenât moved, but Eddie feels further away from him. Like the weird little familiarity theyâd developed was being forcefully shoved apart. Eddie doesnât look up to see Steveâs reaction. Doesnât want the pity.
âSo, you really canât get out of the boat?â Steve breaks the silence with a complete topic change.
âNope,â Eddie responds, popping the P. âSheâs my new baby, now that I donât have my van.â He pats the side of the boat with his free hand.
Steve shifts forward until heâs sitting as close as he can to the waterâs edge without getting wet. Close enough for Eddie to see the broken capillaries under his skin and the little green flecks in his eyes. He takes in the cuts on Steveâs jaw and forehead, the two black eyes, the blood under his nose. The way his knuckles are bruised and bloodied to match. Something in Eddie feels oddlyïżœïżœ protective. Like he wants to jump in front of anything that might hurt this guy he doesnât even really know that well.
âChange your mind about getting in the boat?â Eddie asks, voice low, now that Steve is so close.
âNo,â Steve huffs a laugh. âBut you canât move, so I figured I should.â
âJust that desperate to be close to me, are you?â It slips out of Eddieâs mouth before he can think about it. And Eddie wants to punch himself in the face over it.
But to his surprise, Steve doesnât recoil away or yell at him. Instead, he laughs softly, cheeks faintly pink beneath the bruising. âWhat can I say? The allure of your⊠babyâŠâ He says it with a smirk. âVery tempting.â
Taken aback by Steveâs⊠flirting is the only word to describe it, but that canât be right, Eddie immediately switches to joke mode. He wonât entertain the idea that Steve Harrington was honest-to-god flirting with him. He wonât.
âIâll get you into this boat one day, Harrington. Mark my words.âÂ
He knocks on the edge of the boat twice before smoothing his hand over the wood. Watches as Steveâs eyes follow his hand, seemingly fixated on it. Eddie briefly wonders what would happen if he touched Steve. Would that commit Steve to being stuck here? Commit him to moving on? Would Eddie even be able to feel him?
Gaze shifting back to Eddieâs face, a smile grows on Steveâs face. âMaybe. One day.â He shrugs, like his eventual death is a fun, whimsical topic.
Eddie is about to comment on Steveâs tone, but before he can, Steveâs head whips to the side, hearing something Eddie canât. Just like last time.
Unlike last time, Steve doesnât get up right away. âLooks like my timeâs up.â
âHow do you know?â Eddie is so curious, he canât help but ask.
âI can hearââ Steve waves vaguely around his ear. ââstuff. From where I am. The kids are yelling. Hope theyâre not too freaked out.â
âGuess you better get back then,â Eddie says, trying to hide his disappointment.
âYep.â Steve pulls himself up into a standing position, now suddenly looking down at Eddie, who leans back on instinct, shifting back on the boat bench. âBut Iâll see you next time.â
âIâll be here.â Eddie gestures at the boat, palm up. Like he has anywhere else to go. âSee ya, Harrington. Stay away from monsters.â
âIâll try,â Steve laughs, walking backwards on the grass. Keeping his eyes on Eddie as he retreats.
âTry not to get that pretty face bashed in again,â Eddie calls after Steveâs already fading form, grinning wide.
Steve just laughs, the sound of it echoing even after his body disappears from Eddieâs sight.
#ohoho they're BACK my friends!!#i've been working on this between my EMBB fic for funsies#but yes there will be More of this too hehe#more of steve being a morbid little shit and more of eddie wondering what the fuck steve's life is#cira writes#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#stranger things fic#steddie
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The Rings We Keep Part 2
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!FBI!Reader
Genre: fluff
Content warnings: none
Word count: 2.2K
Part 1
Two months had passed since the case ended, your team was spending more and more time assisting the BAU with their cases, and you were still adjusting to being known as Mrs. Reid. The BAUâs teasing had mostly subsided, but Penelope couldnât help herself, sending you daily texts with variations of âHowâs married life treating you, sugarplum?â
Spencer, of course, was blissfully oblivious to half the jokes. You envied his ability to compartmentalize. For you, the line between personal and professional felt increasingly blurredâespecially when you came home to find him sitting on your couch, flipping through one of your dog-eared mystery novels like he belonged there.
âHey,â you greeted, setting your go-bag on the floor.
âHey,â he replied without looking up. âYour landlord called earlier. The leak in your bathroom should be fixed tomorrow.â
You blinked, caught off guard. âUh, thanks?â
Spencer finally glanced up, his expression innocent. âItâs easier if they call me. You donât always answer your phone.â
You narrowed your eyes. âEasier, huh?â
He shrugged. âLegally, Iâm your emergency contact. Makes sense.â
Your chest tightened a mix of irritation and something warmer that you werenât ready to name. Spencer had a way of making the most unconventional things seem logicalâlike casually fixing your plumbing situation as if it were just another bullet point on his to-do list.
You crossed the room, plopping onto the couch beside him. âYou know this is weird, right?â
âWhat is?â
âThis,â you gestured between the two of you. âBeing married but⊠not married.â
Spencer tilted his head, considering your words. âItâs unconventional, sure. But itâs not weird. We work well together.â
âThatâs not exactly the foundation of a marriage,â you pointed out, though your tone lacked bite. âShouldnât weâI donât knowâtry to figure out what this actually is?â
Spencerâs brow furrowed. âYou mean, like dating?â
The word hung in the air between you, heavy and full of possibility.
âMaybe,â you said, feeling your cheeks warm. âI mean, it might help. Get to know each other outside of work. Outside of⊠whatever this is.â
Spencer nodded slowly, his gaze thoughtful. âThatâs logical. We could schedule something.â
âSchedule?â You laughed, the sound half nervous, half amused. âSpence, you donât schedule a date. You just⊠go.â
His lips quirked in a small, sheepish smile. âRight. Of course.â
The First Date
Three days later, you found yourself sitting across from Spencer at a cozy little cafĂ© near the library. Heâd insisted on picking the place, and you hadnât protestedâit was quiet, intimate, and felt like him.
âI, um, wasnât sure what you liked, so I ordered a variety,â Spencer said, gesturing to the spread of pastries between you. âThereâs a 73% chance one of these is your favorite.â
You bit back a smile, reaching for a chocolate croissant. âGood guess.â
His shoulders relaxed slightly, and you realized heâd been nervousâan unusual look for someone so confident in every other aspect of his life.
âSo,â you began, tearing off a piece of croissant. âDo we talk about work, or is that off-limits?â
Spencer shook his head. âItâs not off-limits, but we could talk about other things. Like⊠hobbies.â
âHobbies,â you repeated, amused. âYou mean like your extensive knowledge of obscure trivia?â
âOr your knack for solving puzzles,â he countered, a rare teasing tone in his voice.
You laughed, the sound drawing a faint smile from him. For the first time, the awkwardness began to fade, replaced by something warmerâsomething that felt almost like normalcy.
Navigating New Territory
Over the next few weeks, your dynamic shifted in subtle but undeniable ways. Spencer started leaving his favorite books on your nightstand, claiming they were âbetter than the ones you usually read.â You, in turn, introduced him to your guilty pleasure TV shows, relishing the way he tried (and failed) to resist getting invested in the drama.
But it wasnât all smooth sailing.
One evening, as you cooked dinner togetherâa rare occurrence, considering your busy schedulesâSpencer reached for the salt just as you turned to grab a spoon. The collision was minor, but it left you both frozen, faces inches apart.
âSorry,â you mumbled, stepping back quickly.
Spencerâs cheeks flushed. âNo, it was my fault.â
The silence that followed was thick with unspoken tension. You busied yourself stirring the sauce, your mind racing. Was this what it felt like to be in a real marriage? The constant push and pull of closeness and uncertainty?
âIâve been reading about communication in relationships,â Spencer said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence.
You raised an eyebrow. âOf course you have.â
âIt says physical proximity is important,â he continued, his tone serious. âSmall gestures, like holding hands, can build intimacy.â
You stared at him, torn between exasperation and affection. âSpence, are you saying we should hold hands more?â
He nodded, his expression earnest. âIt might help.â
You sighed, setting down the spoon. âAlright. Letâs try it.â
Tentatively, you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together. His skin was warm, his grip firm but careful.
âHowâs this?â you asked, half-joking.
Spencerâs gaze met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you.
âGood,â he said softly. âItâs⊠good.â
A Step Forward
One night, after a particularly grueling case, you found yourself leaning against Spencer on the couch, too tired to care about boundaries. His arm was draped around your shoulders, and you realized with a start that it felt⊠nice. Comforting.
âYou okay?â he asked, his voice low.
âYeah,â you murmured, closing your eyes. âJust tired.â
He didnât move, didnât press for more. Instead, he simply held you, his presence steady and reassuring.
In that moment, you realized something had shiftedânot just between you, but within you. This wasnât just a marriage of convenience anymore. It was becoming something real, something worth fighting for.
And as you drifted off to sleep, Spencerâs voice echoed softly in your mind.
âIâve got you.â
You believed him.
The Unspoken Shift
It was late one night when the shift finally happened when everything you and Spencer had been tiptoeing around finally came to a head. The case had been gruelingâintense, dangerousâbut in the end, the team had solved it. The adrenaline had faded, leaving an unfamiliar silence in its wake.
You were sitting on the couch in your small apartment, your mind still racing from the dayâs events. Youâd barely had time to think about anything beyond work in the past few weeks, but now, with the threat neutralized, everything came rushing back.
Spencer, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected by the chaos. He was curled up in the armchair across from you, his laptop open in front of him, but his eyes werenât on the screen. He kept glancing over at you, his face unreadable, as if there was something he wanted to say but didnât know how to say it.
It was in moments like this that you found yourself wondering what this was between youâthis odd marriage of convenience that had slowly morphed into something you couldnât quite define.
We work well together, Spencer had said once, so casually that it hadnât quite clicked at the time. Now, though, as you caught him looking at you againâthis time with a sort of tenderness that made your heart skip a beatâyou wondered if he meant more than just work.
You shifted on the couch, trying to distract yourself. You couldnât allow yourself to think too deeply, not with everything that was still unresolved. But Spencerâs voice cut through the silence.
"Y/N, I... I think I need to apologize."
You froze, unsure if you had heard him correctly. "Apologize? For what?"
He hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keys of his laptop, but he didnât look at the screen. Instead, his gaze lingered on you, serious and a little vulnerable. "For... for how distant Iâve been. I know Iâve been focused on the cases and... well, on myself too much." His lips tightened, as if he regretted the words before they even left his mouth. "Iâve been pushing you away without even realizing it. And Iâm sorry."
You blinked, taken aback by his honesty. Spencer was never one to admit when he was wrong. He was always so logical, so composed. But tonight, something was different. There was a rawness in his voice that made your chest tighten, and you realized with a jolt that maybe you had been pushing him away too.
"You havenât been distant, Spence," you said softly. "Youâve just been... you." The words felt heavier than you intended, but it was the truth. Spencer had always been focused, and driven, and even when he was there, he seemed so far away, locked in his own world.
"I know," he said, his voice low. "But thatâs not an excuse. IâI should have been there more for you. Youâve been doing this alone, and thatâs not fair."
You stared at him, processing what he had just said. Spencer Reid, always so sure of his intelligence and his work, was admittingâwithout wordsâthat he wasnât sure how to be a partner in this unconventional marriage. And as much as you wanted to brush it off, you couldnât. You had been struggling with the same doubts.
âI didnât ask for any of this,â you said quietly, motioning between the two of you. âThis whole⊠marriage thing. Itâs not what I expected, either. But that doesnât mean Iâm not trying.â
Spencerâs eyes softened, his expression vulnerable in a way youâd never seen before. âI know you are,â he said. âAnd thatâs why I donât want to mess this up. I donât know what this is, but... I donât want to lose it.â
There was a long pause as you both let the words settle. You felt the weight of everything that had been building upâthe awkward moments, the shared glances, the near-kisses that youâd both avoided. But in that moment, you realized something: you didnât want to keep avoiding it.
âI donât want to lose it either,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Spencer inhaled deeply, his hand moving hesitantly toward yours. When his fingers brushed against yours, your pulse quickened. The touch was gentle, uncertainâbut it felt like a promise, one you hadnât even realized you were waiting for. The space between you seemed to shrink as if the universe itself was holding its breath.
"I think Iâ" Spencer started, but the words hung in the air, unspoken, because neither of you could say them aloud just yet. Instead, you reached for him.
You moved slowly, carefully, but when your lips met his, it wasnât cautious. It wasnât calculated. It was everything that had been building between you for the past two months. It was vulnerability and longing and the quiet admission that you couldnât keep pretending anymore.
His lips were warm, soft, and he didnât pull away, as if he was afraid you might disappear if he did. The kiss was tentative at first, but it deepened as you both leaned into it, the world around you fading until it was just the two of you. And for the first time in weeks, maybe months, you felt right. Not because the kiss had solved everything, but because in that moment, you finally felt seen.
When you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, both of you breathing heavily. Spencerâs hands were still lightly touching your arms, as if he wasnât sure what to do with them, but you didnât want him to move. You didnât want to break this moment of rawness between you.
âI... Iâve wanted that for a while,â Spencer said, his voice barely above a whisper.
You smiled, your heart racing. âI think I have too.â
For a moment, you simply stayed there, sitting together, breathing in the same air. You didnât need to talk, didnât need to say anything more. Everything had shifted, in a way that felt both terrifying and liberating at the same time.
You were no longer just coworkers. You werenât just a married couple in name. In that kiss, you had taken the first step into something more. Something real.
And for the first time, you believed Spencer when he said he didnât want to lose this.
The Quiet Moments After
The days after your first kiss were a mix of confusion and excitement. There was still tension between the work you did and the lives you were building together, but somehow it felt more manageable now. You and Spencer began finding ways to open up to each otherâslowly, carefully, but with more and more honesty.
You would catch Spencer looking at you with that same soft expression as if he was still trying to figure out the person sitting beside him, but there was no hesitation anymore. No pulling away.
He didnât say much, but his actions spoke volumes. Whether it was bringing you your favorite coffee when he knew you were having a rough day or simply sitting beside you on the couch, his presence had started to mean more. And with each passing moment, each new shared experience, you felt your connection deepening.
Maybe this wasnât the marriage you had expected. But maybe, just maybe, it was the one you needed.
#Spencer reid#Spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#Spencer reid self insert#Spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x you#dr spencer reid#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x self insert#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds x you#criminal minds x y/n#criminal minds self insert
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@fairboy sent: [ FACE ] : receiver wonât stop talking. in an attempt to get them to stop, sender grabs their face, underestimating the intensity of the act. ( reverse )
Angeal couldn't quite tell if Zack had forgotten to take his meds earlier that day or if they'd worn off rather quickly. All he knew was that his lover was extra chatty and had very little, if any, room to breathe in-between sentences. He was rambling on and on and on about things he wanted to do for the wedding despite it being several months away. And Zack knew that Angeal didn't want a big wedding for large crowds made him nervous. But that conversation was for another day for he really didn't want to cause any arguments in the near future.
â This is getting ridiculous ... â he muttered to himself as he grabbed a hold of Zack, calloused hands around his neck and thumbs pressed against his jawline, and kissed him hoping that'd shut him up temporarily.
#in chara ăăă threads & asks#verse ăăă final fantasy 7 : remake#fairboy#*casually answers this a little over one month later*#oops ... my bad.
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silly little crush âĄ
top male reader x bottom male character
he has a crush on you for months but feels like he have no chance with you because of your difference in personality. you were the outgoing and loud type of person who have lots of friends. he's basically the opposite of you, shy and can barely makes any friends. he admired you since the first time you approached him. you were just asking the directions to the building as you're new in this department, but something about that small interaction drives him crazy and he doesn't know why. he keeps ignoring these feelings as it's just a silly little crush and he'll probably move on from it later.
he was 2 years older than you, making him your senior so you did talk to him quite a lot after that because he have more knowledge than you. asking him how to do this and that, he's not complaining though. it's actually part of his day that he really looks forward to, even though he doesn't want to admit it.
you did tried to invite him to hang out sometimes but each times, he would just declined and said that he's busy. he's not actually, he just hate interacting with people, other than you of course. he would be down to hang out if it's just two of you though, but it will be weird for him to ask so he just wait for you to do it first. he just doesn't want to be seen as desperate
and the wait is worth it because you did ended up inviting him to hang out at your place. innocently asking him to teach you how to organise some files because you didn't know how to, which is not the main reason why you invited him over obviously. you actually knew about his feelings but keep it casual to see if he'll do anything about it. you taken a liking to him too since the day you got the job. he looks so cool doing his works that it made you wonder how he'll looks like in bed, getting ruined by you
you got bored waiting so why not make the first move ? he arrived at your place and both of you started talking about works as he helped you organised the files like you asked. you offered him to drink with you and get to know each other, i mean, you guys are coworkers after all but barely knows anything about one another. both of you were slowly getting drunks while sharing some personal stories
honestly, it's your first time seeing him this talkative. he's usually quiet in the office. he's so cute like this <3 the way he laughed everytime you make a joke, even though it's a lame one "i actually don't have that much friends so I don't really enjoy going to work everyday.. well that's until i met you" he said, taking another sip on his drink. you were shocked at the sudden topic but just smiled at him, waiting for him to continue "you know..it's funny that i actually like you even though we barely know each other" he spoke again
you paused for a moment "is this a confession?" you teased him, looking at him directly "...what?...wait..wait! i didn't mean that way ! i mean.." he basically panicked, stuttering on his words, face flushed "im sorry..im sorry... i must have creep you out.. i just-" before he can even finish his sentence, you gave him a kiss on the lips, a quick one
he was shocked and quickly backed away, there's a lot he wanted to say and ask but he didn't know why he feels like all of it just got stuck in his throat "i like you too" you told him, getting closer to him. that just answered all of his questions. "the feelings are mutuals then?" you asked him, giving a little smile. he feels like he's about to burst
both of you were in your bed now, you pushed him down, making him lay on it "can i?" you asked, fingers fiddling with his buttons which he responded with a simple yes. you unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his body to you. he's so pretty âĄ
his hands grabbed on your shirt, basically asking you to take it off too. you slide your hand in his pants, teasing his cock. he moans so sweetly in your ear <3 you want to hear more of it, no, you need to hear more of it. slowly pulling off his pants and underwear, pouring lube all over your fingers and sliding one of it inside him
you're trying your best to take it slow and make it enjoyable for both of you. you added more fingers as time went by, getting him all stretched out and ready for you
you were trying to grab the condom by your bedside before he stopped you, eyes avoiding yours "we don't need that..it's okay if it's you" he whispered softly. shit, don't think you can't even control yourself anymore if he's this cute !
pushing your cock into him, watching how his hole swallowed you up. thrusting into him with a slow pace to get him used to it. his hands gripping the sheets, soft moans filling up the room. you began to pick up the pace and thrust deeper into him, chasing your own orgasm as well as his
you both came soon after, holding onto each other. you laid beside him with your cock still inside him as you whispered nothing but sweets into his ear, calming him down from his high
you slowly pulled out your cock, earning cute whimpers from him "no...it's gonna leak out" he said so sweetly, shoving his fingers inside his hole to keep your cum inside
it takes everything in you to not just do another round but you wanted to be gentle as this is his first time after all <3 you stood up from the bed to prepare the bath for both of you, trying to distract yourself. you have to clean it all up after all, don't want to sleep all sweaty and sticky
sitting in the bathtub together, cuddling with him between your legs as he leaned onto your chest "this is like a dream to me" he suddenly said, looking up at you with a soft smile. ah, this might be the best day in your life <3
a/n: this is so normal compared to my other works lmfao
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Batmom Cass : enter Barbara
Part one of 2
âYou did good work,â Barbara said, in a casual tone. Proud.
Timmybird nodded and gave a flash of teeth in a smile. Didn't believe. It's nothing, look away. âGlad you think they'll pass.â He rolled his neck. âI don't want anyone to be able to prove he's Danny F.â
Cass watched their interplay casually, hair damp from the post-patrol shower and comfortably swimming in an oversized sweatshirt. She played with the ends of the sleeve as they talked.
âThey can suspect it all they like, but it'd be hard to disprove this is a separate kid.â Barbara ran her palms over her wheelchair handles in an unconscious tic that meant she wanted to go, go, go. âStill, I like the idea of keeping him out of the public eye until we nail down what's going on in Illinois. This GIW group is bad news.â
Cass bit her lip and flexed her toes, uncertain. Danny was getting restless. And he was a teenager: he needed to be in school. He needed to learn, stretch his wings, grow.
But safe. He needed to be safe, first.
The trouble was she didn't know how to make him fully safe. She'd had him for four days now. Judging by the report of his death, Danny baby had been homeless and on the run for more than a month. He was hiding. Even when she was in the room, he was looking for attacks. Who was he looking for? Dad and mom Fenton? GIW group?
â-gonna hit the showers,â said her little brother.â Cash barely registered him heading to the batcave bathrooms. She was internally weighing her bat nosiness sense against her worry about pushing Danny for answers too soon.
âAm I good to meet him, Mamabird?â
Cass blinked back to awareness. âMama bat,â she corrected. âYes.â She cracked her lower back. Mm. Too much standing after patrol. She needed to move a little. âBreakfast. Baby wakes up soon.â
Barbara snorted. âI'll go to bed after,â she said wryly, because they had been flying and solving into the morning light. Riddler was out on the streets. âDid someone check with Alfred about adding me to the breakfast table?â
She didn't know. Cass hummed and flipped over to walk on her hands up the stairs. It sent a pleasant ache through her upper back. Stabilizing her core and legs was just the right amount of casual challenge to make her body feel better.
âChrist,â Barbara said quietly, and huffed out a laugh. The elevator dinged. âI'll see you upstairs.â
Barbara Batgirl beat Cass to the top. Cass huffed in displeasure at the loss and flipped back to her feet. She ducked into the first bathroom they passed to wash her hands.
Alfie was in the kitchen in his morning waistcoat and a thin, comfortable button up shirt. Casual day!
âGood morning, Miss Cassandra,â he said. The kitchen smelled like yeasty bread. Cass sneezed happily and peered around to see meats, cheeses, and fruits.
âMorning!â She chirped. âBarbara wants to stay for breakfast,â Cass said. Barbara wheeled in a moment later, sheepish.
âGood morning, Alfred,â she said. âIf it's not too much trouble-â
âIt's no trouble at all,â he reassured. âMiss Cassandra, would you add an extra place setting?â
Cass hopped to it, mimicking the placement Alfred had made. It was a nearly full table today. Timbird, Batdad, Dickbird, Cass, Danny baby, Damibat. And now Barbara bat.
She heard a jaw-cracking yawn before Danny swung open the door. âGood morning,â Danny baby yawned through his hand. His eyes were bleary. She watches with amusement as he shuffled in, face down. âHave a good ni-â
He stopped. Eyes on Barbara bat.
New adult, he was scared?
No. Cass rapidly calculated and shifted his shifting body language into emotions. Surprise, joy, love-love-lo-wrong! Not love! Sad. Wistful.
âThis is my baby,â Cass said, pretending she didn't notice the reaction. âDanny. This is Barbara.â
Barbara must have noticed Danny's reaction to her. She didn't move closer, lifting a friendly hand from across the countertop.
Danny looked haunted. Danny looked small. âIt's nice to meet you, Barbara,â he said. Weak smile.
She had to talk to him, Cass realized. She had to talk with him today. No more delaying. After breakfast, she would talk.
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âĄËËâ*àłË : UNBREAKABLE BONDS : :;
â°â†â [PAIRING] â Hugh Jackman x F!Reader
ă»â„ă»GENRE: Angst but fluff at the end :))
Ëàšà§âïœĄË âFANDOM: RPF
à©â©â§âË WARNINGS: Emotional Conflict, Breakup and Separation, Pregnancy and Unplanned parenthood, Emotional Reconciliation
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„SUMMARY: When Hugh reveals he doesnât want more children, it creates tension in your otherwise happy relationship, leading to a painful breakup. Months later, you discover youâre pregnant and choose to keep the baby, keeping the news from Hugh. An unexpected encounter in the park brings the revelation, leading to a deeply emotional moment as you face the future and navigate the complexity of your new reality.
THE SUN STREAMED THROUGH THE CURTAINS, CASTING A WARM GLOW OVER THE ROOM AS YOU STRETCHED, FEELING THE SOFT SHEETS AGAINST YOUR SKIN.
Beside you, Hugh was still asleep, his arm draped protectively over you. You smiled, gently moving to not disturb him, and slipped out of bed.
Padding softly across the room, you made your way to the living room where a small, fluffy ball of energy was waiting for you. Loki, your playful husky puppy, greeted you with enthusiastic licks and a wagging tail. You laughed, scooping him up and nuzzling your nose into his soft fur.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as you settled on the couch, Loki curling up beside you. Life was perfect. You and Hugh had been together for two years, and every day felt like a new adventure. From spontaneous weekend getaways to quiet evenings spent cooking dinner together, your relationship was filled with love and laughter.
One lazy Sunday morning, as you both lounged on the patio with Loki playing at your feet, the conversation turned to the future. Hugh, sipping his coffee, mentioned how content he was with your little family. The words were casual, but they carried a weight that settled uncomfortably in your chest.
"What about kids?" you asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Do you ever think about having more?"
Hugh's expression softened, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I love you, and I love our life together," he said, reaching for your hand. "But I don't see myself having more children. I'm happy with the way things are."
You nodded, forcing a smile, but inside, your heart ached. You had always imagined having children of your own, and hearing Hugh's definitive answer left you feeling lost.
It started small, as many arguments do. You had been out shopping and found a charming little onesie, unable to resist its allure despite Hugh's stance. You brought it home, hiding it at the bottom of your shopping bag. But later that evening, as you both unpacked the groceries, Hugh found it.
"What's this?" he asked, holding up the tiny garment with a puzzled expression.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. "I just thought it was cute. Maybe for the future..."
Hugh's face hardened. "We've talked about this. Why are you doing this?"
"It's just a piece of clothing, Hugh," you replied, feeling defensive. "Can't I have a little hope for the future?"
Hugh sighed, placing the onesie on the counter. "I thought we were on the same page. This feels like you're trying to push me into something I'm not ready for."
The conversation ended with a strained silence, the first crack in your seemingly perfect relationship.
The small arguments began to escalate. One evening, after a long day at work, you came home to find Hugh cooking dinner. The sight, once comforting, now brought a wave of resentment.
"Hey," he greeted you with a smile. "I made your favorite."
You forced a smile, the stress of the day weighing heavily on you. "Thanks."
As you sat down to eat, the conversation turned to your weekend plans. Hugh suggested a quiet weekend at home, but you had been looking forward to a trip you had planned to a nearby city.
"I just think it would be nice to get away," you said, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice.
"We've been traveling a lot lately," Hugh countered. "I thought it would be nice to relax here for a change."
The argument escalated quickly, voices rising as you both defended your positions. The dinner, meant to be a gesture of love, ended with you storming out of the room, tears of frustration streaming down your face.
The arguments became a regular occurrence, each one chipping away at the foundation of your relationship. The final straw came one night when Hugh came home late from a work event. You had prepared a special dinner, hoping to rekindle the romance that seemed to be slipping away.
Hugh walked in, looking tired. "I'm sorry, I got held up," he said, giving you a quick kiss.
"It's always something," you snapped, unable to hide your disappointment. "Do you even care about us anymore?"
Hugh's face fell. "Of course I do. But I have responsibilities, and sometimes that means being late."
"You always have an excuse," you shot back. "I'm tired of feeling like I'm the only one fighting for this relationship."
The argument that followed was the worst yet. Harsh words were exchanged, emotions running high. Finally, Hugh said something that cut you to the core.
"Maybe we're just not right for each other anymore."
The silence that followed was deafening. The realization hit you both that despite the love you shared, your futures no longer aligned. With heavy hearts, you decided to part ways.
The weeks following the breakup were the hardest. You moved into a small apartment, taking Loki with you, and tried to rebuild your life. It was during this time that you started feeling unwell. A visit to the doctor confirmed what you had never expected: you were pregnant.
The news was both a shock and a beacon of hope. You decided to keep the baby, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement about the future. Telling Hugh, however, felt impossible. You didn't want him to feel trapped or obligated, especially after the difficult decision you both had made.
Months passed, and your belly grew rounder. Loki stayed by your side, his playful energy a constant source of comfort. You threw yourself into preparing for the baby, focusing on creating a warm and loving home.
One crisp autumn day, you were walking through the park with Loki when you heard a familiar voice. Turning, you saw Hugh standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with surprise and a mix of emotions.
"You... you're pregnant?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
You nodded, unable to find the words. Hugh took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to burden you," you replied, tears forming. "We made a decision, and I didn't want to complicate things for you."
Hugh reached out, gently placing a hand on your swollen belly. "This is our baby," he said, his voice breaking. "I want to be a part of their life, and yours. If you'll let me."
In that moment, you realized that despite everything, the love you shared hadn't disappeared. It had simply been overshadowed by fear and uncertainty. With tears in your eyes, you nodded, allowing Hugh to pull you into a tight embrace.
"I never stopped loving you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but I can't imagine my life without you."
Tears streamed down your face as you clung to him, the months of pain and loneliness dissolving in his arms. "I never stopped loving you either," you said, your voice choked with emotion. "I was so scared, Hugh. Scared of losing you, of raising this baby alone."
Hugh's eyes filled with tears as he looked at you, his voice trembling. "I was scared too. Scared of not being enough, of failing you. But seeing you here, carrying our child... I realize how much I want this, how much I want us."
Together, you walked through the park, Loki trotting happily beside you. The future was uncertain, but you knew that with Hugh by your side, you could face anything. And as you felt the baby kick for the first time, you knew that this new beginning was the start of something beautiful.
The days that followed were filled with a renewed sense of hope and love. Hugh moved back in, and you both prepared for the arrival of your baby, embracing the journey ahead with open hearts. You spent your evenings talking about names, decorating the nursery, and imagining the life you would build together.
When the day finally came, Hugh was by your side, holding your hand as you brought your child into the world. The moment you laid eyes on your baby, the room filled with love so powerful it brought you both to tears. Hugh kissed your forehead, his eyes filled with wonder and joy.
"We did it," he whispered, his voice trembling. "We made something so perfect."
As you held your baby close, you felt a sense of completeness you had never known before. The path to this moment had been fraught with pain and uncertainty, but it had led you to a place of profound love and happiness.
In the quiet moments, as you watched Hugh gently cradle your child, you realized that the struggles had only made your bond stronger. The love you shared was unbreakable, and together, you could overcome anything.
Your family, with Loki at your feet and your baby in your arms, was a testament to the resilience of love. It was a love that had weathered the storms and emerged stronger, ready to face whatever the future held. And as you looked into Hugh's eyes, you knew that this new beginning was only the start of a beautiful journey, one filled with endless love and unshakable unity.
(A/N) I hope you enjoyed the story and was what you expected! đ«¶
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Love, Money, Fame
The three times that Seungcheol tries to show you he cares, and the one time you finally let him.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: mentions of anxiety and poor mental heatlh. A tiny bit of angst.
This is part of the Three Times series. This one is inspired by this reaction.
One
Seungcheol likes you. Heâs liked you since he laid eyes on you. Admittedly, one of the things he likes most right off the bat is that youâre on the shy side. He thinks itâs cute that you flush bright red at the tiniest bit of attention. And heaven forbid he lightly touch you or flirt with you. Heâs actually incredibly surprised when you agree to go out with him and he swears heâll be on his best behavior for it.Â
The first sign is actually when heâs walking you home from the first date. He puts you on the inside of the sidewalk so he can walk along the street edge and casually reaches for your hand. Itâs sweaty and you apologize for it. He smiles kindly. âDo I make you that nervous?â It might sound like a tease, but he really hopes your answer is no and thereâs another reason for it.
You canât quite meet his eyes but heâs relieved that you donât pull your hand away from his. The last thing he wants to do is embarrass you. âMaybe. The whole concept of dating does, to be honest.â
He hums. âHavenât dated much?â He hopes you donât take the question as a jab, because itâs not. He just wants to know where youâre at so he can meet you there.
However, you shrug. âI wouldnât say that⊠Iâve just been burned pretty badly before. The idea of starting over is kind of intimidating.â
He loves that you can be honest with him despite your shyness. He squeezes your hand lightly. âItâs your pace, Y/N. Iâm not in a hurry.â
You glance up at him and give him a shy smile and squeeze his hand back lightly. The two of you fall into conversation again as he walks you home, but once youâre safely inside your apartment, his mind wanders to what exactly you meant by being burnt badly before. It kind of makes him heat with anger. Youâre so sweet. How dare someone mistreat you or take advantage of your love?
Later, while staring up at a dark ceiling, he resolves to make sure he doesnât burn you too.Â
Two
He brings you to a house party. Things are going really well between you it seems. Youâre still shy, but there are moments that you seem to warm up to him over the last couple months. This is one of those warm moments. Youâre leaning into his side while standing in the kitchen and talking to a couple of his friends. Heâs kind of touched that despite your nervousness about meeting new people youâre braving through it next to him, and because of him, because he asked you to accompany him. He gently rubs your back as you stumble over the words youâre trying to get out.Â
Heâs also relieved that Jeonghan bites back the grin at your little stumble. Heâs already warned all of them that youâre pretty shy and he doesnât want to have to hit his friend for embarrassing you.Â
Youâre mid sentence when thereâs a loud sound that echoes through the kitchen. Someoneâs popped a balloon. He feels you tense against his hand and glances down at you. You donât look nervous. You look scared, every muscle in your body tensed and tears pricking your eyes. Instincts take over because he absolutely does not like this look on you. âCome on. Letâs step outside.âÂ
Your feet are planted and he has to nudge you a few times to get you to move. By the time he slides the back door open and you step out into the night air, your breathing is a little jagged. He does his best to be gentle, because he doesnât want to startle you anymore. âTalk to me, Y/N. How can I help?â
âIâm fine. Just give me a minute.â Thereâs something mean about your expression all of the sudden and it takes him by surprise. He really tries not to take it personally, especially when you back up to keep him at arms length. You pace for a second and he lets you. When you stop and place your hands over your face. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to snap.â Something inside him plummets at the crack in your voice.Â
Cautiously, he steps forward, placing a hand on your back. âItâs fine. You were startled, I get it. Does that happen often for you?â
You nod and he thinks you look a little numb now. He hates it. âWhy donât we sit out here for a while? We can stick our feet in the pool.âÂ
Your eyes light up a little at the offer and he feels kind of proud when you lead him to the side of the pool and start peeling your shoes and socks off. You seem to do a 180 when your feet hit the warm water, the tension leaking from your shoulders.Â
He loses track of time there by the pool while he talks to you. He decides heâll ask you if you really want to go to something like this next time. Maybe this isnât the best environment for you.
Three
Seungcheol is at dinner with you and some of your friends. He agreed immediately when you asked because youâve already met many of his friends and he thinks itâs important to show the same courtesy. Your friends are nice. A little protective perhaps, but thatâs something he can appreciate.Â
They ask him more about what he does for a living - the long nights, the traveling, the working with other idols. He feels like he has an answer for all of this. He loves his job, but it is ultimately just a job and wonât last forever. This seems to be acceptable.Â
They ask him what his intentions are with you. Again, a valid and totally expected question. He has an answer for this too. Heâd like this to be long term and he really has a soft spot for you. He watches you flush from across the table and grins. He seems to pass this part of the test with flying colors.Â
Then they ask how he intends to protect your privacy given what he does for a living. He knows this is a trick question. Either your relationship is out and your privacy is gone, or youâre like a dirty secret. Heâs always hated the catch-22 of dating in the profession heâs in, because it will always be anything but normal. But the only reasonable answer is kind of a cop out. Heâd follow your lead on it. If you want the relationship to be out, then it will be and heâll be proud of it. If you want privacy, heâll do everything he can to preserve it. Your friends seem to recognize it for the cop out that it is but donât say anything else about the topic.Â
Then the threats begin. If he makes you cry, if he mistreats you or cheats on you or lays a hand on you, theyâll be coming after him. He almost laughs and starts to brush it off, but the whole vibe at the table has changed. Theyâre deadly serious and youâre squirming in your seat, picking at your food.Â
âI wonât be doing any of that, but if I ever do, Iâll deserve whatever you guys have planned.âÂ
He means it and he hopes you can hear it in his voice. He doesnât need to know your history to know he doesnât want to repeat any of it.
Four
Youâve dropped off the face of the earth. At first he thinks you both have just been busy. But when he gets a couple days off and reaches out to you, his texts and calls go unanswered. He starts to panic as the hours tick by. Has he done something wrong? Are you okay?Â
Heâs impatient and worried, so he stops by your apartment with dinner as a peace offering just in case he really has done something wrong. It takes a long time for you to come to the door and when you do his heart drops. âBaby, whatâs wrong?â The food is unceremoniously dropped onto the entry table and heâs cupping your face. You look like you havenât slept much recently and your face looks thinner like you havenât eaten much lately.Â
âSeungcheol, what are you doing here?â You look surprised to see him.Â
âI hadnât heard from you lately and I was getting kind of worried.â
You give him the same look you did by the pool a while back. Despite the red in your eyes, you look a little angry at the intrusion. âWell, Iâm fine. Nothing to worry about.â
âFine, huh?â Seungcheol grinds his teeth. You nod. âDonât make me do this the hard way, Y/N.â
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âIâm talking about getting you to open up a little bit. Iâm here to help and I will not hesitate to throw you over my shoulder and make sure youâre taking care of yourself.â Seungcheolâs words bite more than he meant them to, but heâs frustrated. You disappear for nearly a week and this is the condition youâre in when he finally sees you?
âHave you always been this pushy?â You scoff.Â
Seungcheol rolls his eyes. âHave it your way.âÂ
You let out a little cry when he scoops you up, tossing you over his shoulder just as promised. With a free hand, he grabs the bag of food. In the kitchen, he carefully places you on a stool. âI had no clue you were such a brat,â he chuckles with the tiniest bit of humor as he unpacks the bag of food, placing a few items in front of you. You have your arms crossed, glaring at him, but he smirks. âNow do I have to feed you? I will.â
âWe should break up.âÂ
His eyes narrow at the threat. âWeâll talk about that after you eat. Now what will it be?â
You huff, peeling off the lid of the take out container, refusing to look at him. The dish isnât even a quarter of the way empty before heâs abandoning his own food to stand and wrap his arms around you. You realize youâre crying. He doesnât say anything, just holding you against him, placing a light kiss on the top of your head. It makes you crack open.Â
âIâm sorry. It seems like I have to keep apologizing,â you sniffle.Â
âI guess it depends on what youâre sorry for,â he mumbles.Â
âBeing mean. Ghosting you like that. Itâs just been a bad week.â
âJust talk to me, baby. I want to help.â He wipes your tears, sitting on the stool next to you. âYou donât have to tell me everything until youâre ready. But tell me how I can help when youâre like this.â He picks up your chopsticks, reaching for a bite of chicken to feed you. You push it away with a chuckle.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to break up with me?â You ask nervously. You didnât mean anything by the threat earlier and you hope he didnât take it seriously.Â
âIâm sure.â He says it so solidly that thereâs little room for doubt. He kisses your cheek for good measure. âNow, come on. You need to eat more.â You donât fight him this time when he picks up the chopsticks again. Thereâs something warm in your chest at the way he takes care of you and you arenât sure why you resisted for so long.
#seventeen#svt#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol#choi seungcheol#scoups
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trick or treat
Trick or Treat
Ghost/Dabi x fem!Reader x Konig/Shigaraki
⹠word count: roughly 3.2K ⹠plot: It's Halloween and you make the mistake of knocking at the wrong door. ⹠warnings: Minors DNI, tw smoking, consensual rough sex, rough kissing, rough manhandling, a bit of degradation, slapping, oral sex (m receiving), deep throating, cum in throat, unprotected PIV-sex, anal fingering, deep creampie, Ghost and Konig aka Dabi and Shiggy are actual sweethearts and take care of the reader later ⹠A huge shoutout to my beta @blankexpressions-and-falsefires. without you, this wouldn't happen. without you, this wouldn't be as great. i am forever grateful for your help!
You and your friends were on your way to a Halloween party, which was going to take place in an old warehouse. The invites had been distributed months ago already, and everyone had been looking forward to it.Â
What you were wearing wasn't very unique at all: Black high-heel boots combined with a short, ruffled red velvet skirt, a black petticoat underneath, and a matching red underbust corset. It pushed your boobs up so high that they nearly popped out any time you bent over. Thankfully, a white, off-shoulder blouse helped to keep a little bit of your decency intact. The last finishing touch was a red velvet cape.Â
You guessed itâyou'd picked the Little Red Riding Hood as this year's costume.
Getting off the subway station, your group walked down the dimly lit street, the wind blowing leaves and scraps of garbage along the street. The clacking sound of your high heels echoed off the walls and you wrapped your cape tighter around you and hoped that the warehouse would offer some shelter from the cold. Trying to avoid the cracks in the concrete with your pointy heels, you followed the rest of the crowdâas something off to the side caught your attention.Â
A lone, lit pumpkin sat at a shabby door, a flickering lamp above it shedding just a bit of light.
âHey girls!â you called out. âThere's someone inviting trick-or-treaters over here!â
Your friends stopped and looked at the door you were pointing at. Nonetheless, they turned while your best friend called over âIt's just a prank, forget about it!â
âI want some candy, though.â Pursing your lips into a pout, you stalked over to the other side of the street, calling over to the rest of your small crowd, âGo on ahead. I'll catch up to you later!âÂ
You didn't mind them rolling their eyes at youâcause you have been known to have the sweetest tooth of them after all.
Taking a deep breath you raised your hand and knocked on the door. Once. Twice.
No answer.Â
Okay, you reason, it was just a prank. Just as you were about to turn, you heard voices closing in behind the door.
"Didn't think anyone would fall for this shit.â A dark voice hissed. âWhat kind of dumbass are they?"
"Beats me." Another husky voice spoke.
The door swung open and you inhaled sharply. Before you stood two men dressed head to toe in combat suits, one of them wearing a sniper hood, the other a Balaclava complete with a hard plastic skull attached to the disguise.Â
Each of them was a character from the game Call of Dutyâ Konig and Simon âGhostâ Riley.Â
The one dressed as Ghost casually leaned against the door frame. His eyes scanned over you, and your gut tightened, watching the brilliant cerulean of his irises take you in. His skull Balaclava, obscuring any other feature on his face, sent chills down your spine. The other's smoldering amber gaze grazed the curves of your body and lingered especially long on your décolleté before stopping back at your face. As far as you could make out, they both looked well-toned, and your gut instinct told you that they were stunningly attractive underneath those masks. Your heart started beating faster.
âOh, look what we have here.â The man dressed as Konig mused in a sneering tone. âIf it ain't Little Red Riding Hood.â
âWhat a coincidenceâ" his friend chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Cause you can consider us the Big Bad Wolvesââ
It sent goosebumps crawling up your spine, but you still bravely muttered with a shaky voice, âT-trick or t-treat?â
Konig and Ghost looked at one another, chuckling, before their gazes went back to you.Â
"You really looking for a treat, little red?" Ghost cocked his head, brilliant blue seemingly burning into you.
Both men's lustful stares were unmistakable as they looked at your body with a desire mirroring the feeling that rose quickly in your chest.
"U-uhm, I guess?" You stuttered, heat rising into your ears now.
âTreat it is,â he said. With that, his strong fingers circled your wrist and he pulled you inside, Konig slamming the door shut behind you.
A shriek left your throat when he pressed you against the wall, his ghostly mask hovering right in front of you.
"You really want this?" He asked, tilting his head, "We'll only proceed if you do."
One hand propped him against the wall, the other trapped your jaw between thumb and forefingers. His hips wedged you in place and it sent a jolt of pleasure right between your thighs. You shamelessly squeezed them together, cheeks starting to glow with fearâand excitement.
"I-I don't know," you licked your lips as subtly as you could, and you could swear you felt him twitch in his pants.Â
His eyes fixated on your lips as he pulled the Balaclava down from beneath the skull, tucking the fabric under his chin to reveal the lower half of his face. His lips alone, sharp and sultry, had you aching for more.
"I think you do," Ghost chuckled, his warm breath fanning your lips, the hard plastic of his mask almost brushing against your nose. His fingertips felt scorching yet delicate when he pulled you in for a kiss.
His tongue pushed past your lips, moving languidly around yours. The kiss turned raw and bruising, growing rougher by the second. His cold mask dug into your skin but the thrill of it all made you forgive it easily. Groaning into his mouth, your hands ghosted over his chest, feeling the taut muscles underneath his clothes. Your legs buckled, but Ghost was quick to react and slip a leg between your thighs to hold you in place. His firm thigh pressed right against you, delivering much-needed friction to stimulate your growing desire.Â
âFuck,â he breathed out, half-lidded eyes smoldering with desire when he broke the kiss. He pulled the Balaclava back and straightened up, chuckling at the sight of a wet spot left on his pants. "You really love this, don't you?"
You nodded hazily. You were given no chance to catch your breath as he dragged you to a small, square table nearby. His grip was rough but gentle enough not to hurt you. You shrieked again when Ghost pressed your chest flat against the surface. Konig stepped close, his hand stroking the heavy and full shape of the growing bulge beneath his clothes. Ghost clasped his hand tightly around your wrists, pinning them against your back, holding you down.Â
âP-please be gentle,â you pleaded, having seen both outlines of their dicks ânot small in sizeâ strain against their boxers, ready to be strangled by your tight pussy.
"Don't be a chicken. You agreed to this.â Konig rasped. âSo, we get to destroy you, corrupt your little pussyâ"Â
Your breath caught in your throat at his words, and your heartbeat started to pick up as you struggled against Ghost's iron grip.
"Aw, don't scare our little bunny, Shigaraki" Ghost tutted, stroking your back with his free hand. "We aren't gonna hurt you, doll."
Something in his voice made you feel like you could trust him â you felt that he meant it â and your body relaxed, your breath evening out.
"Party pooperâ" Konig grumbled behind his hood, as he rounded the table to stop right in front of your face.Â
"W-what are you gonna do to meâ" You swallowed thickly, thrill shooting through your body in a rush of adrenaline.Â
âYou want us to be gentle,â his voice suddenly deepened, âOr should we treat you like the little tramp you are?âÂ
âI am no trampââ you replied breathily.
âHmâ Am I wrong to think that this turns you on?â Ghost chuckled. âThe idea of getting fucked by two strangers just like this?âÂ
Ghost's hand trailed up your thigh, hiking up your skirt and petticoat to reveal the curves of your perfect ass cheeks. A growl erupted in the back of his throat at the sight, his hand stroking the soft skin he found there. The coil inside your stomach tightened as you felt his crotch grind against you from behind. You realized he was giving you a small taste of just how much of a treat you would be getting. Trying to push yourself back against his thick meat, though, earned you a harsh slap against your ass with his tactical leather gloves.
âOw!â you cried out, the stinging pain driving tears to your eyes.
"Fucking lay still." Ghost growled and you instantly froze at the sheer authority in his tone, a hot pulse shooting straight between your legs.
He leaned over, whispering against the shell of your ear. "So, little Red, what's it gonna be for you?â
Your lips parted in a strangled whimper. You didnât want them to be gentle. You didnât want them to be respectful. This was thrilling, you've always dreamed about being roughly taken, about being manhandled.Â
âFuck me, please.â You pleaded.
âIt's Sir to you!â Ghost slapped you again, the pain searing this time.
"YesâSirâtreat me like your cumdump!â You choked out, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes.
"Atta girl." He purred and you could almost hear the amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips.Â
Ghost pulled your soaked panties down until they dangled between your ankles and dropped to the floor with a wiggle of your heels.
"Why do you always get to use the pussy, Dabi?" Konig whined, annoyed even as he unzipped his combat pants.
"Cause you only know how to fuck, boss." Ghost chuckled behind you. "Not how to please."
You swallowed thickly, feeling your heart beating so fast.
His hand gently stroked your ass again as he hummed. "This is supposed to be a treat after all."
A sense of comfort washed through you but you knew better than to rely on it. And oh boy, were you right.
âSpread your legs,â he commanded, moving to stand in between them as you eagerly complied.
Konig freed his hard cock from his pants. It was so thick and heavy that it was hanging low even though it was fully erect.Â
"Open up. Iâm gonna fuck your face," giving it a few lazy pumps, he closed in on your face. His shameful words sent electricity to your nerves, and your mouth started to water as you opened it in eager anticipation.
Konig slipped the fingers of his free hand into your strands, holding your head still as he slotted himself at your lips before pushing his length between them. His spongy tip quickly slipped in and he let it rest on your tongue for a brief moment before pressing deeper.
Groaning against Konig's cock, you barely made out the sound of a zipper being undone behind you. Ghost lined up his cock with your soaked cunt, gathering your slick on his spongy tip, and only then was it that you knew that this really was going to happen. He snapped his hips forward without warning, quickly hitting resistance.Â
The force pushed you down on Konigâs length further until its tip hit the back of your throat. He was breathing hard, bucking his hips forward, loving the way you loosened your jaw and let him fuck your mouth.
The man behind you slowly started thrusting into you, the metal barbells of his Jacobâs Ladder continuously stroking your insides, his Prince Albert piercing kissing your cervix and making you tighten and flutter around him. Each time he pulled out, his cock was covered in more of your glistening juices.
âAhâfuckâlook at that dripping cuntââ Ghost growled, rocking his hips against your behind, watching how your greedy, sloppy pussy kept taking him, even if he could only fit halfway.
They filled you up so perfectlyâGhostâs thick, pierced cock stretched your whole pussy without getting close to being balls deep, Konigâs heavy one sitting deep in your mouth, his fat testicles slapping against your drool-covered chin with each thrust forward. A gargled moan bubbled up your throat, feeling so stuffed from both ends, with Ghost's piercings rubbing perfectly against the spot that made stars erupt before your eyes. Â
Goosebumps erupted all over your body as your mind began to swim.
"Aw, are you enjoying yourself?â Ghost leaned forward. "We'll make you feel even better soon...â
Then he started pounding into you, again and again until your brain was shut down. You choked between gasps as every thrust he made knocked the air from your lungs and forced Konigâs cock to slide deeper than beforeâ until it was buried deep down your throat. You struggled to take it, breathing heavily through your nose, pleading watery eyes shooting up to his face to silently beg for a second of reprieve.Â
"You look so beautiful, stuffed with my cock like thisââ Ghost said in a voice that was just a low rasp.Â
You were dizzy, breathless as he kept filling up your pussy with short, harsh strokes. He watched you writhe in pleasure on the table, your sloppy mouth stuffed with Konigâs dick. Ghost bent his head down and you could feel his breath on your neck as he inhaled your scent.Â
"You're taking both of us so well, little cockslut." Konig's words made you whimper even louder, glistening eyes meeting his as you struggled to breathe.
With Ghostâs hand still pinning your wrists behind your back, there was no escaping the assault. He slammed his hips harder against your pussy until you mewled out in pleasure, his piercings rubbing your g-spot just right.
The feeling of both men relentlessly working themselves in and out of you was overwhelming. Heavy grunts and growls accompanied the wet sounds of your sloppy holes getting fucked as they worked themselves into a frenzy. Ghost's cock drove deep, but you knew with a little effort, you could accommodate more of him. You parted your legs further to give Ghost even more access to your cunt. His dick began to throb and twitch, his hips bucking back and forth to find the perfect angle to thrust into you.Â
And he did find it. Your body shook with pleasure, making you squeal deliciously around Konig's length. Ghost let out a breathless chuckle and spread your ass cheeks, wetting his thumb before sticking it into your puckered hole.
His friend watched the scene before him, half-lidded crimson eyes glazed with lust and desire. The sight before him turned him on so much that his hips stuttered and he came without warning. He let out a strangled groan, his hand grabbing your hair tightly as he forced you to take his entire length, his tip slipping past the back of your throat. You moaned, feeling him twitch on your tongue, spilling his hot seed deep inside of you. His free hand rose to massage your throat, savoring the way you gulped and swallowed around his twitching meat.
âThat's it, baby, take every drop of his cum," Ghost praises you. "Fuckâ you're such a good girl.â He looked down to where you two were connected, his thumb buried deep in your ass, a sticky wet mess covering the base of his cock.
You tried to breathe but Konig didnât budge, staying buried deep inside of you as Ghost picked up the pace now. He gave you strong thrusts that grazed the right spot, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. You moaned, your vision turning blurry. The lack of oxygen, the continuous onslaught from behindâ it was too much. it pushed you over the edge and you came, clamping around his dick while your sounds of pleasure remained muffled by Konig's cock still buried deep inside your throat.Â
Ghost kept pounding into you while you rode out the high of your orgasm and finally, Konig pulled his softening cock from your mouth, letting you sputter and gasp for the air he'd denied you. He let himself fall back against the table behind him, his flaccid, drool-covered cock still massive in size and twitching slightly. Reaching out, he pushed your hair behind your ear before wiping off the saliva dribbling down your chin as you frantically gasped for air.
Ghost behind you kept up the pace, rutting his thumb in and out of your little pink hole in a contrasting beat to his thrusts. It became too muchâ you completely lost it, overstimulated and moaning unabashedly like a porn star now. Your cunt spasmed around his cock for a second time and you threw your head back in ecstasy, crying out through your climax.
âThere you go, you're so fucking hot coming for us, doll." Ghost praised, continuing to rock his hips against yours. His deep thrusts grew messier and messier, being himself close to his release.Â
Konig watched, eyes glowing with re-awakening desire as he tucked himself away.
"I'm gonna fucking cum inside of you." Ghost let out with a low growl in his throat, sending goosebumps along your body. âGonna fill you up, gonna breed you so goodââ
He gained speed and with a final snap of his hips, he groaned out loud when he came, his hips stuttering as he shot ropes of hot cum against your womb. You could feel his cock throb with each shot, before he plummeted forward, breathing heavily. His chest pressed against your spine, and you felt his semen seep out, dripping onto the floor below. Silence took over the room while all of you tried catching your breath, hair sticking to sweaty foreheads, cocks sticky with release.Â
Ghost started chuckling, pulling out of you with an obscene pop. His eyes were still glazed with desire as he watched how your pussy struggled to contain the load of his release. "You look so damn pretty filled up with my cum." he said with a hidden smirk as he kept pushing it back into you with his fingers.Â
He stepped back to tuck himself away, and you stood back up on wobbly feet, brain foggy from the orgasms. Carding your fingers through your messed up hair, you reached for your panties but Ghost was quick to grab and stuff them into his pant pocket.
"Nu-uh," he tutted, his brilliant azure eyes twinkling with mischief. You sighed in defeat, trying your best to smooth down your skirt.
He pulled his balaclava down, slid his hand into his pocket to retrieve a pack of cigarettes, and lit himself one. Taking a deep drag, he exhaled slowly. âSo, what were you doing here anyway?â
âI was on my way to a Halloween party with my friends.â You coyly replied, carding your fingers through your hair.Â
âYa still wanna go?â He cocked his head, smoldering azures taking you in.
âWhat do you mean?" You looked up at him through thick lashes, still damp with the heavy tears that had sprung from your eyes in the struggle to keep down Konigâs cock.
âWhat Dabi wants to know is if you wouldn't rather continue our little party.â Konig snickered.
âOh.â Was your simple reply.Â
âCâmon doll, let's get ya cleaned up," Ghost pressed a kiss against your forehead. "In the meantime, Shigaraki is gonna get us some drinks.âÂ
He swung an arm around your shoulder, leading you toward the door next to the dimly lit bar on the far side of the room. âWe still have more treats for youâŠâ
Happy Halloween and thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! If you comment or reblog, you'll make my day!
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Steddie as rival lawyers who have very different careers.
Steve became a prosecuting attorney after graduating from a top school at his parentsâ insistence. It pays well and makes them happy, even if itâs joyless for him to fight for things he doesnât believe in.
Prosecuting innocent people and fighting for the sake of money without morals.
On the other end of the spectrum is free-spirited Eddie Munson. Heâs a defense attorney who shows up in ill-fitting suits that show off his many neck and hand tattoos. Piercings in his ears and hair thatâs not tidy or tamed in any way.
Heâs a rebel who barely graduated from some lower tier law school with no prestige whatsoever.
Steve naturally assumed their first trial would be a breeze.
But somehowâ sheer dumb luck, bad jury selection, or just stupid fateâ Eddie wins. And he keeps winning.
Over and over for months.
Steveâs long uninterrupted winning streak becomes a losing one. If Eddieâs in the courtroom too, Steve knows heâs already lost his case.
Itâs humbling.
Actually, itâs frankly embarrassing to lose to someone whoâs so unprofessional and doesnât take the law seriously like Steve.
Eddie is respectful of course, but he doesnât use lawyer-speak unless heâs referencing a precedent of a law. Other than that, heâs overly casual and friendly. Everyoneâs favorite lawyer.
He doesnât lack passion though. No, the guy all but hops up on tables to make speeches about freedom or the American dream during every trial. Utterly ridiculous.
It works though. The juries fall for his bullshit about being down to earth and his clients walk free because of it.
Steve canât stand it. He canât stand Eddie and his mockery of his career.
This ultimately culminates in a confrontation in the parking lot one night after a particularly tense trial conclusion.
Once again, Eddieâs guy walked free and Steve knows heâs gonna hear about it from his boss (who also happens to be his dad).
So he might snap a bit when Eddie comes out whistling and looking happier than anything.
âHey, jackass!â
Eddie looks around like Steve might be referring to some other jackass, despite the otherwise empty parking lot.
He points to himself in question and Steve rolls his eyes in answer.
âHi, sweetheart,â Eddie finally greets him with a smirk. âChinese takeout for tonight sound good?â
Steveâs stomach growls at the mere suggestion.
Heâd accidentally skipped lunch earlier so he could make changes to his closing argument. Fat load of good that did him.
âYeah, sure, whatever. Youâre not off the hook that easily though. What the hell was that brutal cross examination on my witness, you dickhead?â
Eddie smiles extra sweetly and presses a quick but affectionate kiss to Steveâs forehead first.
âAllâs fair in love, war, and court, baby. You can whine about it later when weâre home if you really want to. I happen to know some very nice pillows that would love to muffle your pretty little moans.â
Asshole.
He blushes, glancing around to make sure theyâre still alone before he pulls Eddie into an embrace.
Theyâve barely spent any time together this week because of the tense trial and he really missed his boyfriend (not to be mistaken for the jackass who argues with him daily in the courtroom).
As much as they can separate their personal and work lives, itâs hard to not be on the same side of things.
âWhat if I want you to hear me moan, Eddie? I think itâs only fair since you seem to get everyone else off and Iâm the one always suffering for it,â he mumbles snarkily into Eddieâs shirt.
Eddie laughs at the pun. He knew that he would.
âIs that why youâre sulking, babylove? You want me to get you off too?â He nods with a pathetic whine. Not getting to cum for a few days can do that to a person. âI think that can be arranged. Youâve been such a good boy for me lately. Youâve earned a treat.â
Steve melts into his boyfriendâs arms, feeling loved.
âI missed you.â
Another kiss to the forehead, but this time Eddieâs lips linger there as he speaks.
âMissed you too, sweetheart. Not sorry for winning, but I am sorry that you lost.â
Steve knew the defendant was innocent. There wasnât much of a case to be made anyway. It still stings though.
âYeah... Iâve been thinking about that and it might be time to quit my dadâs firm. Iâd much rather be on the same side as you,â Steve confesses.
Eddie pauses.
âDoes that meanâŠâ
Steve looks up smiling and confirms, âYes. Iâll accept the job offer if itâs still on the table.â
The rival lawyer had offered him a job months ago, before they even got together.
By accepting the position, it means theyâd finally be allowed to be a couple publicly and theyâd be sitting on the same side of the court for once.
It would also free Steve from his dadâs control and disappointment.
âStevie, Iâd love nothing more than to have you as my partner. In both the court and life. I love you, sweetheart.â
He canât resist.
âI love you too⊠jackass.â
Eddie makes good on his promise to get Steve off that night. He even brings out the handcuffs for accuracy sake.
#donât ask me how we got here because I have no idea#enemies to lovers as rival lawyers makes sense maybe#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie ficlet
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THE INTERVIEW
katsuki bakugo x fem!reader
synopsis: katsuki wonât do interviews for anyone. well, anyone that isnât you.
this is part two of the first hockey boys katsuki post which you can find here
after the interaction at the bar, you and katsuki had been seeing more and more of each other, not only on a professional level, but a personal one as well. in public he'd answer your questions dead last during the press conferences, but you waited each time. knowing that when it was over he wouldnât leave your side at that bar.
it didnât take long for the two of you to start dating. you knew you liked him, and he liked you.
the two of you never made your relationship known to the public, due to the small fear you had of it interfering with your job. katsuki never minded, as long as you came home with him at the end of the day he wasn't going to complain.
so five months later here you were, in bed with one of the best hockey players in the league, trying to escape his need to cuddle.
buzz. buzz. buzz.
"get your damn phone will ya?" katsuki mumbled, pressing his eyes shut. you let out a long sigh eyes opening slowly.
"i would if you weren't holding me down like a damn paperweight" he only grumbled loosening his arm around your torso. you couldnât help but giggle picking up the phone.
âdonât worry my baby. iâll make it up to youâ
âshut upâ this made him fully let go and turn his body around. you couldnât help but fully burst out in laughter at his dramatics before you answered your phone.
âhello?â you rubbed off the sleep that still clouded your eyes.
ây/n, sorry to call you this early but weâre going to need to have a meeting quickly. i hope you donât mindâ
you contained the groan you wanted to let out and opted for a small sigh instead âiâll be there in an hourâ hanging up you turned back to your boyfriend placing your chin in his shoulder.
âi gotta go to work katsâ
he grumbled something before turning around to fully face you âthis is the one day i donât gotta go to practice and now theyâre callinâ you in? what the hell?â
âi know it sucks, but iâll be back as soon as possible âkay? itâs just a meeting then i should be doneâ you pulled him in for a kiss which he sleepily returned.
âugh your breath-â
âshut the fuck upâ
even through your teasing he couldnât help but smirk a little. you got out of the bed opening up his closet. he had opened up a space for you knowing that you might have to get up and go. you picked out something that was comfortable, but still work appropriate. you didnât plan on staying long anyways.
by the time you exited the closet you were quickly putting on lipstick and looking in the nearest mirror you could find. at this point, katsuki had gotten up and made his way over to you.
âyou look niceâ
he placed kisses at the crook of your neck, which you were trying not let get to you. cause if you did you would not be getting to work.
âthanks!â you put some earrings in trying not to tilt your head too much where he could have more leverage over you. once they were in you turned around making his head snap back up âi will be back. please remind me cause you know how i could stay there for hoursâ cupping his cheeks you pulled him in for one last kiss which left a lipstick stain, but you werenât going to be the one to tell him that.
when you arrived at the station you said your casual helloâs before making your way into one of the conference rooms. luckily, there was already a coffee sitting there waiting for you. ever since you had drawn more attention for the station youâve been getting some more positive attention.
âhello sirâ you greeted your boss with a smile going to sit down across from him. he smiled back at you his teeth practically shining from all the whitening his does.
âthere she is! sorry for calling you in on such short notice. i know you probably have errands to attend to" you only shrugged going to take a sip of your coffee "the reason i called you up is because we need something big. we've been getting attention from the players and that's good, but the season is almost over, and we can't just rely on those press conferences anymore. we need something bigger. remember those locker room interviews i was talking about? i was wondering if you could score one with any of the teammates. if you could pull it off, do it with bakugo. he seems to do strangely well with you"
your eyes flit up to meet his. you thought that you could get away with the press conferences for at least the rest of the season. katsuki and you never really delved too dead into work conversation. you'd always hit him with the little 'how was work' and his response never failed, 'y/n you were there'. that was all you would really do. you didn't want him to think that you were with him just to get information out of him, so you never said much about what your boss asked you to do.
"that should be okay with you right? i mean you are our star reporter"
clearing your throat you nodded "i should be able to pull something through. is this all? not to be rude, but i do have some plans for the rest of the day"
he shook his head standing up from his chair "that's all i got for ya" he walked over to give your hand a firm shake "thanks for being so cooperative. shoot me an email when you've got something" with that, he was out of the door.
your keys clanged against the ceramic bowl you made on one of you and katsuki's date nights. he had made one too, you just use it to keep your rings in. katsuki stood in the kitchen already starting prep on some dinner for later. you slipped off your shoes going over to stand next to him.
"how was your meeting?" he asked using a knife to scrape vegetables into a bowl. all you could do was shrug and hop onto the island counter.
"it was okay" you watched as his back muscles flexed along with his movements. katsuki was good on the ice for sure, but in the kitchen? it was like everything he touched was approved by God himself. after he had made your favorite meal after a long day you had never gone back to cooking yourself.
katsuki finished with the last of the vegetables before walking over to you. both hands rested by your thighs, which you wrapped around his waist bringing him closer âhello handsomeâ you went to lean in but to your surprise he dodged.
he mustâve noticed the offended look that crossed your face âtell me whatâs upâ
ânothing is up! i just wanted a kiss!â
âdonât lie to me. i just can tell something is wrong. donât ask how, just tell me so i can help. donât want you moping around the house bringinâ the mood downâ
âweird way of saying you careâ your fingers went up to play with some of his hair.
âi do care. thatâs why iâm askingâ
a small pout formed on your lips as you thought âi donât want this to ruin what we have. i donât want you to think im using you or anything, cause iâm not. i love you kat,â if you being upset before didnât concern him enough this definitely did âmy boss is asking me to get a locker room interview with someone on the team-â
âiâll do itâ
it was so quick you couldâve missed it. he didnât look upset, or even angry. katsuki just shrugged as if it was an every day occurrence. as if he doesnât brush off every single one on one interview there is. no, youâve seriously seen him delete the emails before even opening them. fucking spam is what he calls them.
your eyebrows furrowed together at his words âyouâre- youâre sure about this?â
âyeah why not. youâre definitely the one doing the interview right? plus if you donât want it to be with me iâll force one of the other extras to do it. they fuckinâ love the attention.. was that it?â
âiâll be doing the interview for sure, and that was itâ
he leaned down finally giving you the kiss you wanted along with a small âlove youâ at the very end.
when he kissed you, there was an unusual feeling on his bottom lip. pulling away you put your thumb over his lip feeling out the bump.
"what the fuck? do you have herpes or some shit?"
katsuki pulled away with an offended expression "no i don't have fuckin' herpes! and if i did, i would've gotten it from your dumbass!"
"well i don't have herpes so where did the herpes bump come from?"
"stop calling it that!"
your stomach was hurting from laughter and katsuki was trying not to give in to your stupid jokes "i got it from that game yesterday. it's starting to swell up a bit" you tilted your head letting your thumb graze over it again.
"babe, you've gotta stop fighting. i don't want to mistake you for having STDs again-"
"is this your weird way of saying you care?"
"i do care"
the two of you stared at each other for a good minute, neither backing down until he let out a huff "fine. can't believe you're doin' this to me" he grumbled going to walk away into the bedroom âcome get into some more comfortable clothes. i want to lay down to make up for this morning"
katsuki had a game the next day, so of course you sat right behind the bench where the team sat. it was a close match the whole game. tensions were high between both of the teams, and everyone could feel it. all throughout there was one player on the other team that was really pissing katsuki off, and you could tell from where you were sitting. the way he would skate quickly away from him every time he would get close. the way he would make the whole bench shake every time he sat down in rotations.
there was no physical contact made from either side. not until katsuki scored a goal for his team which must've aggravated the other enough to the point of bodychecking katsuki, hard.
the crowd egged the players actions on with âoooohsâ and âoh shits!â
now katsuki was livid. you could see him doing a quick turn around to face the player again, but suddenly stopped himself.
katsuki shook his head, and skated away.
the whole crowed murmured in confusion, the player who instigated it was confused. hell, you were even confused.
the day katsuki bakugou refused a fight has finally come.
after the game had finished, and everyone cleared out of the locker room, the station got it set up for the interview. you had taken katsuki into the coachâs office to explain how it was going to go down âso itâs not like a regular locker room interview. itâs going to be like a podcast episode. people eat those up nowadays so this is gonna be good-â
âhmâ he was half listening to whatever you were saying. his face was buried in your neck and hands pulled you in by your waist. the blinds were closed and the door was shut, so there was a fifty-fifty chance you couldâve gotten caught, and he was willing to take it.
you decided explaining any more would be useless. all of it going through one ear and out the other. so you moved your hands up the back of his shirt making him shiver slightly âyou did good today. i saw your goalsâ
âthanks babyâ he whispered back placing soft kisses along your neck âwe can go home after this right?â
âright after, then take a hot bathâ
âthen letâs get this over withâ hesitantly, he pulled away from you going to open the door. you could tell how the game wore him out by how his shoulders sagged slightly, and his hair was a mess. hand going to his shoulder you stopped him âhey, we can do this another dayâ
he shook his head grabbing one of his baseball caps ânah iâm fine. turn this shit onâ nodding you got into you seat. he settled into his but couldnât help but watched as you fixed your appearance looking into one of the screens nearby. fixing your lipstick because he accidentally smeared it from the after game kiss. the way you straightened out your clothes because of the way he relaxed onto you like a pillow. he loved seeing the evidence of his love all over you, even if nobody knew.
man, he was starting to regret agreeing to keeping this secret.
âare you ready mr. bakugo?â you asked as if you didnât even know him.
âyeah âm readyâ
the interview was going smoothly for the most part. you asked him questions and he either gave you one of his famous snarky remarks, or an actual thought out answer. the topic of conversation had turned onto the events of todayâs game, and you had questions already lined up in your head.
âso mr. bakugo you had a good game today with you and your teammates pulling in yet another victory. though iâm sure everyone is wondering why you didnât involve yourself in the fight today. i mean that player was being pretty hostileâ
katsuki shrugged pulling the mic away from his mouth a bit âmy girl doesnât like when i fightâ
your eyebrow raised at his statement. the team behind the cameras ears perked up at the new information.
âyour girl? you- you have a girlfriend?â
his eyes flit up to yours trying to contain his budding smirk âyeah i do. congratulations, youâre the first people to publicly know. other than the teamâ
âif you donât mind me asking. how long have you and your girlfriend been together?â
âalmost six monthsâ
âso almost half a year. she must have something special if she could tie you downâ
both of you were now smiling at each other. it wasnât shocking that you were smiling, but katsuki? hell mustâve frozen over.
âyeah sheâs special as hell, and pretty. might put a ring on her finger one of these days if thatâs what she wantsâ he adjusted the mic once more âpeople might say thatâs quick, but i say when you know you know. why waste time?â
you had choked on your spit causing a coughing fit. katsuki covered his face to hide the fact that he was chuckling at your misfortune. once you pulled yourself together you shook your head âiâm sorry about that. i donât know what happenedâ
âdonât worry about itâ
âwell thank you so much mr. bakugo for doing this interview with us. youâve been amazingâ
he mumbled out a âyouâre welcomeâ before the cameras stopped rolling. you got up quickly making sure the crew had everything they needed before you made your way outside. both you and katsuki had driven your own cars here so you would simply meet him at home.
by the time he had gotten there you had already run the bath and gotten in. you could hear the soft pats of his clothes hitting the floor as he made his way into the bathroom. carefully, he slipped into the tub behind you, muscles instantly relaxing. the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while. just basking in the warmth of the tub.
âyouâre good at your jobâ
âthanksâ you looked over your shoulder to see that his head was tilted back. his adamâs apple bobbed a little because of your movements.
âwhatcha starinâ at me for?â
âcause your pretty. and i want to know if you meant what you saidâ
his one eye opened to look over at you âwhat did i say?â
katsuki knew what he said. he just wanted to be able to hear his words become yours.
âthat you wanted to marry meâ
he closed his eye again moving his arms to wrap around your body. they pulled you close with ease enveloping you in more warmth.
âi meant every fuckinâ wordâ
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lena oberdorf x bayern!reader
part one here - part two - part three here
summary: love wins at bayern munich
warnings: angst, one mention of childhood neglect, this part is very long too, enemies to lovers.
after some time, in february 2024, everything changed.Â
you get home after training one evening, still feeling the unease that you canât quite place. you try to shake it off as you walk through the front door, tossing your bag to the side, and head straight for the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
your mind is still spinning with all the weird little moments from today, but you canât quite put your finger on whatâs bothering you.Â
everyone being so nice, so... attentive. well, your european teammates have always been the sweetestâ sometimes clingyâ but today feels different. your intuition tells you so.Â
your fingers drum against the counter as you stare off at nothing, you try to brush it off as paranoia. it was probably nothing, theyâre being the best teammates that they are.
the pink iphone of yours buzzes just as you take a sip of water, and you glance down to see your national teammateâs name flashing on the screen.Â
relief floods you; itâs been a minute since you last talked to her, and you need some normalcy right now, something that feels comfortable and familiar. you quickly swipe to answer.
âheyyyy!â you greet, trying to sound casual as you lean back against the counter.
âhey girl,â she laughs, her voice bright and cheerful.Â
âgod, itâs been forever since we last talked. i got bored and saw your contact so i figured iâd call you. i hope i am not interrupting?â
âyou arenât. i just got home.â you smile.
âokay cool! how are things? howâs training?â
âoh, you know, same old,â you say, forcing a smile even though she canât see you.Â
âjust finished up for the day like i said. bayernâs... good. howâs everything with you? i know you just transferred from lyon to chelsea last month. how is everything? youâve been at lyon since forever.âÂ
âforever as in a few years? ha i am doing good. the girls here are sweet.â your teammate says, you can hear the comfort in her voice.Â
âthats great! jess mentioned that you were getting comfortable.â
âyeah, yeah. honestly, the problem is getting used to a new routine,â she groans dramatically, and you laugh, feeling yourself relax a little.Â
âcanât wait to catch up with you when weâre back together at the national camp. what about you? howâs georgia doing? and the others?â your national teammate continues.Â
you feel a little warmth spread through your chest at the mention of your bayern teammates.Â
âoh, theyâre great. georgiaâs, well, being georgia as always. sydneyâs loud and chaotic. nothingâs really changed, yâknow? just the usual chaos.â
âsounds about right,â she says, chuckling.Â
âbut hey, speaking of georgia... she told me that you were getting a new tattoo soon by her? something about matching with some of the bayern crew?â
âyeah, actually, later tonight,â you reply, glancing at the clock.Â
âheading over to georgiaâs shop in a bit. iâm not getting one today, thoughâsam is. but... yeah, weâll all be there.â
âoh, nice,â she says, and you can hear her moving around on the other end, probably putting dishes away or something.Â
âwhatâs sam getting?â
ânot sure,â you admit with a shrug, even though she canât see it.Â
âi think itâs a symbol or something. you know samâalways something meaningful.â
âclassic sam,â she says with a fond chuckle, and for a moment, everything feels light and easy. just a normal catch-up between friends.
but then her tone shifts a bit, a hesitant edge creeping in.Â
âhey, uh... youâve been good, right? like, with... everything going on?â
you blink, confused by the sudden change in topic.Â
âyeah, i mean... yeah, everythingâs fine. why?â
she hesitates, and you can hear the hesitation in her voice.Â
âi just... i donât know. i thought you might be, um, worried. about... well, about the rumors and stuff.â
ârumors?â you repeat, furrowing your brow. âwhat rumors?â
âabout lena,â she says softly, like sheâs not sure how youâre going to take it.Â
the smile on your face drops from the sound of her name.Â
âyou know... her possibly transferring to bayern.â
you freeze, the air catching in your throat. âwhat?â you say, your voice coming out sharper than you intended.Â
âwhat do you mean⊠transferring? lenaâs at wolfsburg. sheâs been there forever and i remember lea mentioning something about her signing a renewal with them.â
thereâs a pause, and you hear her take a deep breath.Â
âyeah, i know, but... havenât you seen the news on social media? like, thereâs a bunch of talk that she might be coming to bayern. i mean, itâs all just rumors right now, but... i figured someone wouldâve mentioned it to you. i thought... i thought you knew.â
you shake your head even though she canât see you, trying to process what sheâs saying, but it feels like sheâs speaking another language.Â
âno, no, i didnât know. why would... why would lena come to bayern? that... that doesnât make sense.â
âi mean, sheâs one of the best players in germany,â your teammate points out, her voice still soft and cautious.Â
âit kinda makes sense for her to move to a big club like bayern... iâm sorryâ i know you hate me for saying thatâbut i didnât think youâd be finding out like this. shit shit shit, iâm sorry, y/n. i honestly thought you knew.â
âno,â you say quickly, trying to keep your voice steady even as your mind is racing. âno, i... i had no idea. i mean... lena and bayern, thatâs... thatâs not possible. it canât be real.â
âitâs all just talk right now,â she reassures you, but you can hear the uncertainty in her voice.Â
âlook, maybe itâs just rumors, you know how these things go. people are always saying players are going here and there. remember when the news said that you were leaving munich to go to new york?? that never happened! but... i dunno, iâve been seeing it all over my timeline.â
you feel your heart pounding in your chest, and thereâs a dull ringing in your ears as you try to make sense of everything.Â
âyouâre... youâre joking, right?â you force out a laugh, but it sounds shaky.Â
âplease tell me youâre joking.â
âi wish i was,â she says, and your stomach drops. âi can send you the links if you want to see for yourself.â
âfine,â you say, feeling like youâre on autopilot now, the panic starting to build in your chest.Â
âsend them over.â
the moment the call ends, the links start coming throughâone after the other, headlines that make your eyes blur with disbelief.Â
âwolfsburg star rumored to be signing with bayernâŠâ
âlena oberdorf could be on the moveâŠâÂ
âbayern munich set to sign germanyâs young talentâŠâ
itâs like the words swim in front of your eyes, and your breath catches in your throat.
you stare at your phone, feeling the world shift beneath your feet. it feels like everything is closing in, like the room is getting smaller and smaller, and all you can do is sit there, trying to remember how to breathe.Â
lena. at bayern. in the same locker room as you. wearing the same crest as you. doing the same cheers and learning the handshakes. it feels like a nightmare, but youâre wide awake.
sheâd never come here. sheâd never... never follow you to bayern. not after everything. you told yourself.
but then again, lena was always one step ahead, always getting to you when you least expected it.Â
what if itâs true? what if she really is coming here?
you shakily text your teammate backâhey, iâll call you later,âbut you know you wonât. not now. not while your head is spinning like this.
you make it to georgiaâs tattoo place, just about two minutes late but munich traffic during rush hour was busy. the bell above the door chimes as you step in, and the familiar smell of ink and antiseptic fills the air.Â
georgiaâs setting up her tattoo gun for sam, whoâs chatting animatedly with ana, lea, and sydney on the side. usually, youâd be joking around with them, too, but today youâre barely holding it together.
georgia looks up, smiling as you walk in. âhey, you made it! ready to watch the magic happen while sam panics the whole time?â
âshut up!â sam protests.Â
you force a smile, but it feels fake, plastered on. you canât focus on anything but the whirlwind of thoughts spinning in your head.Â
âyeah... yeah, sure,â you mumble, feeling like your voice is coming from someone elseâs mouth.
sydney notices the look on your face and frowns.Â
ây/n? whatâs up? you have the same face you made when we got knocked out of the champions league last month.â
you swallow hard, your voice wavering as you ask the question thatâs been clawing at your mind the entire way over.Â
âdid... did you guys know about lena? that sheâs... coming to bayern?â
the room goes quiet, and you see the way georgiaâs shoulders tense, the way sydney exchanges a look with ana.Â
no one speaks for a moment, and the silence feels like itâs crushing you.
lea is the one to break it, stepping forward and reaching out to touch your arm gently.Â
ây/n, we didnât want to tell you until we knew for sure. itâs all rumors right nowâlena hasnât told me anything about that yet. nothing is confirmed, okay?â
âyeah,â sydney adds quickly, crossing her arms, her voice firm.Â
âlook, lenaâs a good player. if sheâs coming to bayern, itâs not to make your life harder. she probably wants to be close to her friends, her family... you should know that this isnât about you.â
âbut it feels like itâs about me,â you admit, hating the tremor in your voice. âitâs like sheâs... sheâs invading my space, and i... i donât know what to do about it. what if she comes here and makes everything... worse?â
you tell yourself youâre a professional, and lena is too. you tell yourself that maybe things will be okay. but the past still grips your chest tightly, reminding you of every moment of anger, every tackle, every taunt. and deep down, you know youâre not ready to let that go. not yet.
when lena confirms to the public that she will join bayern after this season ends, with the bayern pages itself posting pictures of lena signing the contract beside bianca-- you feel dread.
âwhat if she takes my spot? what if she bullies me in the locker room when you guys arenât around?â you found yourself blurting out to pernille, magda, and tuva in the lounge room the following morning.
âwhat if she⊠i donât know, what if she ruins everything and iâd have to move clubs?â
âsĂŒĂe erbse,â tuva said gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. âyou really think weâd let that happen? lenaâs good, but youâre y/n l/n. we love you here.â
âyeah,â pernille added with a grin, âyou think lena can come in here and take away our sĂŒĂe erbse? not a chance.â
you wanted to believe them, but there was still a knot in your stomach. it wasnât just about your spot on the team.Â
it was everythingâyears of being belittled by her, the way she made you feel like you were always playing catch-up. and now she was going to beâŠhere. in your everyday life.
when july rolled around, the first day lena officially joins bayern, youâre tense before you even get to the training ground.Â
everyoneâ aka the girls from the german national teamâhave been buzzing about her arrival for weeks, and the news has followed you around like a shadowâreminding you every day that your former rival, the person who pushed you to your lowest, was now going to be your teammate.Â
it doesn't sit right, and as you step into the locker room that morning, you canât shake the discomfort in your chest.
there she is, standing by her locker, looking...different. softer than the lena youâre used to seeing in the green and white of wolfsburg.Â
now, sheâs wearing the same red bayern training kit as you, and it makes something twist inside your stomach. wrong. thatâs what it feels likeâjust wrong.Â
you want to turn around and leave, just pretend you forgot something in the parking lot and stall for time, but she spots you before you can move.Â
her eyes light up, that familiar spark dancing in themâbut itâs not taunting like before. itâs... welcoming. she gives you this big smile, the kind that makes her eyes crinkle at the edges, and suddenly it feels like the room is too hot, too small, like the walls are closing in on you.
ây/n, hey,â lena says, and her voice sounds...kind. friendly. nothing like the voice you remember yelling at you on the pitch, taunting you with every mistake.Â
she walks toward you, like sheâs genuinely excited to see you, and you want to flinch away.Â
âiâm really glad to be here. i know weâve had a past, but i hope we can leave all that behind and be teammates. put the rivalry aside, yeah?â
you force a smile, but it feels more like a grimace. âhi,â you manage to say, your voice cracking slightly.Â
you can barely meet her eyes, your gaze dropping to the floor because looking at her feels like staring straight into the pastâthe tackles, the taunts, the years of feeling like you were always playing catch-up.Â
âitâs nice to finally be on the same side, donât you think?â she continues, still smiling, as if sheâs trying to ease the tension.Â
âiâm looking forward to working with you. iâve... always admired how you play.â
the words are so dissonant, so out of place coming from her, that you canât help but scoff quietly.Â
admired you? this is the same woman who spent years making you feel like you were never enough, who relished in getting under your skin every chance she got. and now she was just going to act like that history never existed? like she never made you a joke, like youâre supposed to be grateful for her kindness now?
âright,â you say flatly, unable to keep the sarcasm from your voice. âwell... welcome, then.â
you turn to walk away, unable to deal with the tightness in your chest, but the moment you take a step, lena calls after you, her voice softening.Â
ây/n, waitâI really mean it. i donât want there to be... any bad blood between us. i want to start fresh.â
you pause, but donât turn back to look at her. every muscle in your body feels tense, like youâre coiled to spring away, and your mind is racing with every bitter memory.Â
âyeah, well... some things arenât that easy to forget,â you mutter before walking off, feeling like youâre practically running away towards the training grounds.
your heart hammers in your chest as you make your way to the pitch, trying to shake the feeling of discomfort that lingers.Â
you hate how your voice sounded, how nervous you wereâlike a little kid facing down a bully.Â
get it together, you're a twenty-one year old adult. you tell yourself, trying to block out the way she looked at you, like you were someone she actually cared about.Â
you donât know this lena, and youâre not sure you want to.
as you head out to the pitch, you see sydney standing by the goalpost, and you practically breathe a sigh of relief.Â
your best friend on the team, your fiercest defender when it comes to lena, sydney notices immediately that somethingâs up when she sees your face.
âshe talked to you, didnât she?â sydney asks, her voice sharp. sheâs always had your back when it comes to lena, never liked the way she treated you.Â
all of the other girls at bayern hated how lena treated you, but sydney was more vocal about it.Â
âwhatâd she say?â
âjust... some bullshit about wanting to start over,â you say, shaking your head, your voice dripping with disbelief.Â
âlike she thinks weâre just going to be best friends now or something. like all of the shit she put me through doesnât matter.â
sydneyâs expression hardens, and she glares over at lena, whoâs standing off to the side of the pitch, looking a little lost and unsure as lea talks to tuva.Â
âwhat did she expect? that sheâd walk in and everything would be fine and dandy?â she scoffs, rolling her eyes.Â
âsheâs got a nerve, acting like youâre just supposed to forgive her instantly.â
âyeah, well, iâm not,â you say, your jaw tightening. ânot yet. maybe not ever.â
training starts, and as the drills go on, you feel lenaâs eyes on you a few timesâquick glances, like sheâs gauging whether to approach you again.Â
but every time she makes a move, sydney is there, blocking her path or shooting her a look that says, not now. eventually, lena seems to get the hint, and she keeps her distance, sticking close to lea.
after training, as youâre cooling down, you see lena approach sydney, her expression uncertain but determined.Â
âhey, um... is y/n okay?â you hear her ask, her voice low. âi didnât mean to... i donât know, make her uncomfortable.â
sydney, to her credit, doesnât sugarcoat anything. âlook, lena,â she says firmly, crossing her arms.Â
âyou know what happened between you two. you know what you did. donât expect her to like you immediately just because youâre being nice now. give her space. sheâs not... ready for this.â
lena nods slowly, looking over at you from across the pitch, her face falling slightly. âyeah... yeah, i get it. thanks.â
you donât know how much she means itâyou donât know if she really understands how much damage she did, how much sheâs hurt you over the years. and youâre not ready to find out, either. all you know is that seeing her in the same kit, wearing your clubâs crest, feels like a betrayal. and itâs going to take a lot more than nice words and pretty smiles to change that.
throughout the preseason she tried to engage with you more, but every time, you shied away. it wasnât that you couldnât talk to herâit was that you didnât want to.Â
not after how she made you feel.
lena, for her part, noticed. she wasnât stupid. she saw how you avoided her, how you never quite met her eyes. so one day, after a particularly awkward training session, she turned to her best friend lea for advice.
âwhy does y/n hate me so much?â lena asked, frowning as they sat together after practice.
lea glanced at her, âobi, are you serious?âÂ
lena sighed,
then lea sighed. âwell, itâs pretty obvious, lena. youâve been pushing her around and treating her like shit for years.â
lena blinked, clearly taken aback. âwhat do you mean?â
âi mean, youâve made her life miserable on the pitch,â lea explained patiently, even though lena pretends like the last three years didnât exist.
âpeople have been making jokes about her because of you, and youâŠyouâve entertained it. youâve never let up, even when it wasnât necessary. of course sheâs going to resent you. you made her feel small.â
lena was quiet for a long moment, her brow furrowing. she hadnât thought about it that way before.Â
sheâd just always seen it as competition, as banter. but now⊠now it made sense. âi didnât mean to,â she murmured.
âyeah, well,â lea said, âthat doesnât change how she feels.â
then, as if things couldnât get more complicated, lena tore her acl before the olympics in the summer. it was brutal, seeing her go down like that. and even though you resented her, a part of youâdeep downâfelt sorry for her.Â
you knew what it was like to be sidelined for months due to the same injury, to watch everything youâve worked for slip away.
so, you did something you didnât think youâd ever do: you texted her through instagram.
*hey. iâm sorry to hear about your injury. i hope you have a smooth recovery.*
you stared at your phone for a long time after hitting send, unsure if youâd regret it. lena responded quickly, thanking you, and trying to start a conversation. but you didnât give her much, keeping your replies short, not really engaging.Â
you werenât ready to let your guard down yet, even if she is on the same team with your teammates protecting you.
over the next two months, lena tried again and again to reach out, but you kept her at armâs length.Â
it wasnât until one day, after a particularly long rehab session, that she finally cornered you, her eyes soft but determined.
âcan we talk?â she asked, her voice gentler than youâd ever heard it.
you sighed but nodded, deciding it was time to hear her out. the two of you found a quiet spot in the training center, and she looked at you with something almost like regret in her eyes.
âi didnât realizeâŠhow much i hurt you,â lena began.Â
âi thought it was just part of the game, you know? but lea explained it to me. and i finally get it now. iâm so sorry.â
you crossed your arms, looking down at your shoes.Â
âyou made me a joke, lena. you acted like it was nothing, but i had to hear it from everyone. people comparing us, praising you, and making me feel likeâŠlike i wasnât good enough. and you encouraged it. you made me feel small.â
lenaâs face softened, and she stepped closer.Â
âthat was never my intention. i never meant to make you feel like that. i admired you. youâreâŠgoodness, y/n, youâre incredible on the pitch. youâre so fast, and the way you move with the ballâitâs like art. and off the pitch, youâreâŠyouâre kind. youâre good to people. i didnât realize how much that meant until lea pointed it out.â
you blinked, taken aback by her words. âwhat?â
lena sighed, running a hand through her hair.Â
âiâm saying i like you. iâve liked you for a while now. i just didnât know how to show it, so i acted like an idiot. i get it if you hate me. i probably deserve that.â
you stared at her, completely caught off guard.Â
âyouâre joking, right? are you serious? you canât just say something like that after everything. how can you feel that way after everything youâve said and done to me?â
âiâm not joking,â lena said softly, her eyes meeting yours. âi like you, y/n. and iâm sorry. i really am. i know i hurt you, but if you give me a chance, iâd like to make it up to you.â
you swallowed hard, trying to process everything. part of you wanted to stay angry, to hold onto the grudge youâd built up over the years. but another part of youâone that you didnât want to admit existedâwas intrigued.Â
was it possible that lena oberdorf, the girl who had made your life hell on the pitch, actually had feelings for you?
âi donât know,â you said slowly, your voice tight. âyou hurt me, lena. you pushed me around for years. you made me feel like i was less. iâm not just going to forget that because you have a crush.â
lena nodded, her expression serious. âi understand. iâm not asking you to forget. iâm just asking for a chance to prove that iâm not that person anymore.â
you hesitated, your walls still firmly in place. âif i even consider this,â you said carefully, âyou need to apologize. really apologize, not just say it because you think itâs what i want to hear.â
lena met your eyes, her voice steady. âiâm sorry, y/n. iâm sorry for the way i treated you, for making you feel like you werenât enough. youâre more than enough. youâve always been.â
you felt something shift in your chest, a soft crack in the armor youâd built up over the years. maybe, just maybe, lena meant it.
âokay,â you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. âweâll see.â
after months of unease, things start to shift. lena is at bayern now, and even though youâre not thrilled about it, youâve accepted that sheâs not going anywhere.Â
sheâs on the sidelines for every training session, every game, with that same determined look in her eyes, even though her acl injury keeps her off the pitch.Â
despite the resentment that still lingers, you canât help but feel like youâre softening toward her, little by little.Â
you've been bayernâs top scorer so far this season. after every game, lena comes onto the pitch to congratulate everyone. she goes around, hugging your teammates, and when she gets to you, her arms open, but you freeze.Â
âumâ can we do a handshake?â you suggest awkwardly, offering your hand instead of leaning in for the hug. lena hesitates but nods with a small smile, shaking your hand.
âgood game,â she says quietly, eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.
âthanks,â you mumble, trying not to meet her gaze for too long.Â
it goes on like that for a while. lena is kind, trying to talk to you, but you keep your distance. until one night in the champions league group stage against brann.Â
youâre in form, dominating the game. after the final whistle, you feel unstoppable, and for once, when lena comes up to you, the usual wall youâve put up doesnât feel as necessary.ïżœïżœ
âthat was an incredible performance,â lena says, her voice softer than you expected. âthat goal of yours was fucking amazing!.â
something in her tone feels different, more genuine. you swallow, feeling a strange warmth in your chest.
âthank youu!â you say, and before you realize it, youâre leaning into her for a hug. itâs quick, but enough to catch lena off guard. when you pull back, you notice her slight smile, surprised but pleased.
lea sees it, of course. she catches your eye from across the pitch and raises an eyebrow, smirking as if to say, finally. you roll your eyes at her but canât help the small smile tugging at your lips.
the next game, however, things take a turn. you go down with a minor ankle injuryânothing serious, but enough to keep you out for a week. youâre frustrated, but during that time off, lena reaches out again.Â
"hey, do you wanna grab lunch?" she asks one afternoon after recovery workouts, catching you as youâre leaving the facility.Â
you hesitate, unsure.Â
âmaybe... georgia can come too?â you suggest, hoping for a buffer.Â
lena raises an eyebrow, but she nods.Â
âsure, if that makes you more comfortable.â
later, georgia tells you, âsorry, luv, i canât make it. i have some appointments at the tattoo shop today. youâll be fine without me though.âÂ
you groan, realizing youâre stuck going alone.
the lunch ends up going better than expected, despite your initial reluctance.Â
lena is... different. she talks about her recovery, how tough itâs been not being able to play, and how strange itâs been being around you in this new context.Â
âi just want to say iâm sorry again,â lena says halfway through the meal, catching you off guard. sheâs picking at her food, avoiding your gaze. âi know iâve apologized before, but... i was really awful to you for a long time.â
you blink, surprised at the sincerity in her voice. âyeah, you were,â you admit quietly, not really looking at her either. âbut... i guess itâs not as bad now. youâre trying, at least.â
lena smiles at that, small but genuine. âi am. i mean it, y/n. i really... i really do like you.â
you stare at her, the words hanging in the air. âyouâre serious about that? youâre not joking? you actually... like me?â
lenaâs eyes flick up to meet yours, and she nods. âi do. i know i havenât given you many reasons to believe me, but... itâs not a joke. not anymore.â
you donât say anything for a moment, processing her words. later, you find yourself going to lea about it.
âis she serious?â you ask her, sitting on the edge of your bed one night after training. âlike, does lena really have a crush on me or is she just... messing with me again?â
lea tilts her head, looking at you carefully. âsheâs serious, y/n. iâve known lena for years, and sheâs not the same person you faced on the pitch. sheâs not as bad as you think.â
âreally?â you furrow your brow. âbecause all iâve seen is her making my life hell.â
lea sighs, shaking her head. âyes, sheâs my bestfriend y/n. you only saw her bad side because you were rivals. but back when we were at essen, or even with the national team, sheâs... sheâs kind. she was always the first one to help out, the one who looked out for the younger players. she just got competitive with you.â
âyouâre saying sheâs always been kind? because iâve literally never seen it.â
lea nods, crossing her arms. âiâve seen it. sheâs not just this tough girl who wants to win everything. sheâs actually really thoughtful. sheâd always bring coffee to the team early in the morning. she once helped a teammate get to the airport when she missed her train... little things like that.â
youâre quiet for a moment, trying to imagine this version of lena. âhuh. i never knew that.â
âyou werenât supposed to,â lea shrugs. âyou guys were always butting heads, but that doesnât mean she didnât care. i think... i think she just didnât know how to show it. especially around you.â
you chew on that for a while.
in novemberâ it hits you suddenly one evening after training before the uwcl match against arsenal.Â
as youâre sitting on the edge of your bed, wearing comfy pajamas, your heart is pounding for no reason that you can explain.Â
itâs like a creeping realization that crawls up your spine and wonât let go: youâre developing feelings for lena.
you bury your face in your hands, groaning softly.Â
âgod, iâm so stupid,â you mutter to yourself. you can't believe itâlena, the girl who made you feel like absolute shit for years, the one who seemed to thrive on making you look bad on the pitch, the one whoâd taunted and tackled you like you were nothing.
how could you possibly like her? how could you feel anything for someone who made you feel so stupid and worthless?
but now, things are different. ever since lena joined bayern, sheâs been... well, kind. showing you this softer, gentler side that you never saw before. helping you during training, throwing out compliments here and there, catching you off guard with that stupid smile that makes you blush. and the more you see of this side of her, the more it eats away at you.
lena is genuinely sweet. sheâs... attractive. and that scares you.
you need to talk to someoneâsomeone who understands, someone who wonât judge you. so, you go to madga and pernille, the two adult players you trust most on the team.Â
they're like your mentors, the big sisters you never had, and when you knock on their door late that night, youâre practically shaking with nerves.
ây/n?â madgaâs voice is gentle as she opens the door, concern immediately clouding her features.Â
âwhatâs wrong?â
âcan... can i come in?â you ask, your voice wavering.Â
âof course,â pernille says, stepping aside to let you into their shared apartment. the space is cozy, a few blankets draped over the sofa, the faint smell of tea lingering in the air.
you sit down heavily on the couch, madga and pernille sitting on either side of you, giving you their full attention. âitâs about... lena,â you begin, hesitating, feeling your hands tremble in your lap.
madga and pernille exchange a lookâone that you canât read, but they donât interrupt. they just nod, encouraging you to continue.
âiâi think i might... like her,â you finally confess, your voice cracking on the last words. âand i canât believe it, because for so long i hated her. she made my life miserable on the pitch, and now sheâs being all... nice, and iâm... iâm starting to see how... god, how attractive she is, and itâs terrifying.â
pernille reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. âitâs okay, y/n. itâs okay to feel conflicted.â
âiâm just... iâm so angry at myself,â you admit, tears threatening to spill over. âshe used to be so awful to me, you know? every time we played each other, sheâd do whatever she could to make me feel like i was nothing, just... trash-talking, tackling me, all of it. and now... now iâm supposed to believe sheâs this sweet, thoughtful person, like sheâs always been? and the worst part is... i do believe it. and itâs like iâm losing control of how i feel.â
madga lets out a small sigh, nodding as she processes your words. âpeople are complicated, y/n. we all have different sides to us. it sounds like... maybe lena was just showing you one side back thenâthe competitor, the rival, someone who was tasked to throw you off of the game. but maybe thatâs not all she is. youâre getting to see the real lena now.â
you shake your head, staring down at your hands. âbut why now? why show me this side now? why couldnât she have done it before? when iâwhen i actually hated her?â
âbecause itâs hard to show your softer side when youâre up against someone who you see as your biggest challenge,â pernille says softly.Â
âmaybe she didnât know how to show you who she really was. but that doesnât mean itâs not real now.â
âi just donât know what to do,â you whisper, feeling so lost.Â
âi donât know how to feel about her. some days i want to push her away, pretend like sheâs still that girl who used to treat me like crap. and then other days... i canât stop thinking about her. about the way she smiles, how she looks at me. i stare at her arms too sometimesâ gosh why am i saying that UGHH i donât know if i can trust it. trust... her.â
madga wraps her arm around you, pulling you close in a gentle side hug. âitâs okay to be scared. itâs okay to feel all of this. but you donât have to figure it out all at once. let it happen, y/n. let yourself feel what you feel.â
âbut what if she hurts me again?â you say, your voice light.Â
âwhat if this is all just... a game to her? what if iâm just going to be a joke again?â
ânoo way. if so, we will stop that,â pernille says, smiling softly. âwhatever happens, weâve got your back. but you have to let yourself feel it, even if itâs scary. if youâre really seeing a different side to lena, maybe thatâs worth seeing. or... maybe not. but you wonât know unless you let yourself try.â
you nod slowly, letting their words wash over you. maybe theyâre rightâmaybe youâre overthinking it. but the fear is still there, lingering, because falling for someone like lena means trusting her, and youâre not sure youâre ready for that.
but as you sit there, sandwiched between madga and pernille, you take a deep breath and let yourself relax. maybe, just maybe, itâll be okay. maybe this could be something real. and if itâs not... at least you know you wonât be alone.
by now itâs december, and itâs nearing christmas. the bayern locker room is filled with excitement. everyoneâs talking about their plans for the holidaysâfamily gatherings, trips abroad, dinners with loved ones.Â
you sit in the corner, pulling off your ivory colored cleats slowly, hoping no one will ask you. youâve always been good at hiding it, but this time it feels harder.Â
thereâs no family waiting for you, no friends flying in from home. just you.
sam kerr is the first to bring it up, naturally. sheâs sitting across from you, leaning back with her phone in hand, already talking about her plans.Â
âso, y/n,â she starts, her tone casual, but thereâs a glint of curiosity in her eyes.Â
âwhat are you doing for christmas? heading home, or what?â
you freeze for a second, then plaster on your usual smile. âuh, yeah. iâve got a friend visiting,â you lie, trying to keep your voice light, like itâs no big deal.
the entire locker room listens.
"oh?" georgia raises an eyebrow. âwhich friend? anyone we know?â
you laugh awkwardly, shaking your head. "nah, just an old friend from back home. you wouldnât know her."
"thatâs nice," ana chimes in from the other side of the room, clearly not sensing the tension behind your smile.
âiâm jealous. all my friends are still stuck at their parentsâ houses in colombia. it's family overload." ana continues.
you nod along, trying to seem as normal as possible. âyeah, well, itâll be nice to catch up.â
but then, tuva joins in, her usual sharp instincts picking up something. she looks at you, her eyes narrowing slightly. "youâve never mentioned this friend before. how come?"
you feel your stomach tighten. "we... we donât talk much. theyâre in university. we are just, you know, catching up for the holidays."
tuva tilts her head, still studying you, but thankfully, she doesnât push further. instead, the conversation shifts as the others talk about their own plans again. but you can feel the tightness in your chest, the weight of the lie sitting uncomfortably on your shoulders.Â
you canât help but wonder if any of them can tell.
as you finish changing and start heading out, georgia catches up to you.Â
âhey, y/n,â she says softly, her voice just a bit quieter, as if sensing somethingâs off. âyou good? you seemed... i donât know, distracted earlier.â
you force a smile again. âyeah, just tired. itâs been a long week.â
georgia doesnât look convinced, but she lets it go, offering you a soft smile. âwell, if you need anything over christmas, let me know, alright? we can always meet up if your plans fall through.â
âthank you,â you mumble, appreciating her kindness but knowing youâll never take her up on that offer.Â
youâve gotten used to spending the holidays alone, and this year will be no different.
christmas day arrives, and true to your word, youâre alone.Â
you walk to your favorite cafĂ©, the one where the baristas know your order without you even having to ask.Â
the streets are quiet, the festive buzz from days prior now fading into a peaceful stillness. youâve got your true crime book tucked under your arm, planning to spend the afternoon reading, just like every year.
as you step inside the cafĂ©, you smile at the baristas, leaving a generous tip in their jar.Â
"merry christmas," you say, offering them a small nod before settling into your usual spot by the window.
outside of the team, outside of football, you consider yourself to be a loner. due to childhood trauma involving neglect, you donât talk to your family. in fact, football was your escape from them.Â
you never made an effort to have friends outside of the clubs you played for. the hobbies you have never involved meeting other people. youâre aware that you shouldnât have your life surrounded by football, but it was the thing that saved you.Â
even âsheâ couldnât break you from playing football for those three years.Â
youâre halfway through the first chapter of your book when the door swings open. at first, you donât pay much attention, too focused on the pages in front of you. but then you hear familiar footsteps, and out of habit, you glance up. your heart drops when you see who it is.
lena.
you immediately duck your head, trying to hide behind your book, but itâs too late. lena stops mid-step, her eyes widening in surprise as she spots you.Â
she pauses for a moment, clearly taken aback, before heading straight toward your table.
ây/n?â she asks, her voice carrying a mix of confusion and curiosity.Â
âwhat are you doing here?â
you swallow hard, forcing yourself to look up. âuh... just grabbing a coffee,â you reply, your voice stiff.
lenaâs eyes flicker with suspicion as she pulls out the chair across from you and sits down backwards on the chair, her arms resting on top of the wood..Â
âwhereâs your friend? the one who was supposed to visit?â
your pulse quickens, and for a split second, you consider keeping up the lie.Â
but something about the way sheâs looking at you, her brow furrowed with genuine concern, makes you crumble.
âthey... they couldnât make it,â you admit, your voice quieter now. âsomething came up.â
lena studies you for a moment, her gaze softening. âyouâre lying,â she says gently, but thereâs no malice in her voice.Â
âthere was never a friend. youâre spending christmas alone, arenât you?â
you sigh, dropping your gaze to the table. âyeah,â you finally admit, feeling the weight of the truth settle around you.Â
âiâve always spent it alone. itâs... just how it is.â
lenaâs expression softens even more, and she leans forward slightly, her voice quiet but firm.Â
âyou donât have to spend it alone, y/n. come with me. iâm not doing anything either, my parents are visiting my brother.â
you blink, surprised by the offer. âlena, you donât have toââ
âiâm not letting you spend christmas in a cold cafĂ© by yourself,â she interrupts, her tone leaving no room for argument.Â
âcome on. iâve got rookie at home, weâll cook something, and i can put on some disney christmas movies. itâll be fun.â
you hesitate, glancing around the empty cafĂ© before looking back at her. âi donât know, lena...â
âplease,â she insists, her eyes searching yours. âitâs christmas. no one should be alone.â
after a long pause, you finally nod. âokay. but only because you said disney movies.â
lena grins, standing up and grabbing her coat. âdeal.â
âalso, whatâs a rookie? you said youâve got a rookie at home.â you question as lena holds the door open for you.
âyouâll see.â lena smirks.Â
in her apartment, the atmosphere is warm and cozy. rookie, her dog, greets you excitedly at the door, his tail wagging as he sniffs at your legs.
âawe whoâs this?â you smile, going on your knees as you scratch the dogâs ears.Â
âthis is rookie!â lena says, admiring you and rookie interacting.Â
âthis is the rookie!!!â you squeak.
âhe likes you,â lena says, smiling as she watches rookie lay in front of me.
âiâm a dog person, and a cat person too but rookie is so cute!!â you bend down to give rookie a scratch behind the ears.
as the afternoon goes on, you and lena fall into an easy rhythm.Â
you help her prepare dinner, chopping vegetables while she stirs the sauce on the stove.Â
itâs quiet, but not awkwardâjust peaceful. every now and then, she glances at you, and you catch her staring, but you pretend not to notice.
later, youâre both curled up on the couch, a disney movie playing in the background while rookie lies at your feet. youâre comfortable, your shoulder brushing against hers, and for the first time in a while, you feel... content.
âthanks for today,â you mumble, your head resting on the back of the couch as you glance over at her.
lena looks at you, her expression soft. âiâm just glad you didnât have to be alone,â she says quietly.Â
âyou donât deserve that.â
you swallow, feeling a lump form in your throat. âiâve been alone for so long, i guess i just got used to it.â
the taller german woman starts to feel an ache in her stomach. everyday she wishes that she could go back and treat you normally on the pitch instead of being a bully. if she knew that you went through this outside of football, she wouldâve left you alone.Â
lenaâs gaze lingers on you as she thinks, something unspoken passing between you.Â
âyou donât have to be,â she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.
and in that moment, you realize it. the feelings youâve been trying to push away for months, the ones you tried to convince yourself werenât realâtheyâre there.Â
but you still have to ask her something, to find closure to the past.
still curled up on her couch with a blanket over your legs, rookie still sprawled out happily at your feet. you never thought youâd be spending christmas with the one person who used to make you burn with anger every time you saw her.
lena is relaxed, and youâre getting there, too, bit by bit. youâre comfortable nowâactually comfortableâand you can feel her warmth beside you, feel the weight of how things have changed between you two. the silence is easy, broken only by the soft sound of the movie playing and rookieâs gentle snores.
âcan i ask you something?â you say softly, turning to look at her. your voice is careful, not wanting to ruin the moment but needing to know.
lena glances at you, her eyes curious, a small smile playing on her lips. âof course.â
you take a breath, trying to find the right words.Â
âwhy... why did you hate me so much before? back when we were... rivals, i guess. you were so... aggressive, and it always felt like you had something against me. but now youâre... different. so what changed?â
lena looks away, biting her lip like sheâs trying to decide how much to say. the tension of the moment makes your chest tighten, but you wait, giving her time.Â
after a long pause, she finally speaks.
âi never hated you like i said,â she admits quietly, her eyes focused on the christmas lights twinkling across the room.Â
âi know it felt like that, but... it wasnât hate. it was... god, it was the opposite, really. i talked to lea and jill a lot back then, when i was at wolfsburg, and... i didnât know how to deal with how i felt about you.â
you tilt your head, furrowing your brow in confusion. âwhat do you mean?â
lena sighs, running a hand through her hair. âi... asked lea and jill for help. i didnât know how to get your attention. it sounds stupid now, but... the only way i knew how was... being that way on the pitch. the aggression, the pushingâit was the only way i felt like i could have a piece of you.â
you blink, trying to process her words, the way they seem to pull back the curtain on everything you thought you knew.Â
âso, what... you acted like that just to get me to pay attention to you?â
âyeah,â lena says, her voice softening as she looks back at you, meeting your eyes.Â
âi was so focused on... being seen by you, even if it was just you being mad at me. it was selfish, and iâm sorry for all of it. itâs not fair that i treated you like that. i feel terrible about it actuallyâ
youâre silent for a moment, and then you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. âyou know... we couldâve been friends from the start. we had so many mutual friends, lena. itâs not like you couldnât have just... talked to me.â
lenaâs smile turns sad, almost regretful. âbut i never wanted to be just friends with you,â she says quietly, the words hanging in the air between you.Â
âi always wanted more. thatâs why... i couldnât just be nice and friendly like everyone else. it didnât feel like enough.â
you nod slowly, her words settling into you like the last piece of a puzzle finally clicking into place.
 itâs like understanding something youâve been grappling with for so long. âi get that,â you whisper. âit was... a lot, though. for a long time, i didnât know what to make of it. of you.â
âi know,â lena says, and she reaches out, her fingers brushing against your cheek as she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. âbut... iâm not that person anymore. iâve changed. and i want to be better for you.â
you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past start to lift from your shoulders, piece by piece. you realize, in this quiet, cozy moment, that youâre ready to let it go.Â
âi finally feel like... like iâve gotten over the past,â you say softly, your voice steady as you look into her eyes. âand... i forgive you, lena.â
the words are like a release, freeing both of you from everything that came before. lenaâs eyes soften, and without thinking, you lean in, pressing your lips to hers in a gentle, tentative kiss.Â
itâs soft and sweet, like the world has slowed down around you. she holds your waist and lets you lay down on hers after you pull away. now youâre cuddling as rookie adjusted himself to sit on the other side of lena.Â
âi think...â you whisper, smiling as you finally let yourself say it out loud. âi think iâm catching feelings for you, too.â
lenaâs eyes light up, and she pulls you closer, her lips finding yours again, this time deeper, more certain.Â
"merry christmas," lena whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple after you pulled away again.
"merry christmas," you reply, snuggling into her warmth, knowing that things have totally changed for the better.
part three
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The Road to Us - CL 16
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Summary : The Road to us follows YN and Charles Leclerc as their unexpected connection grows into a deep, unwavering love. Through their journey, they face the challenges of life and racing, building a future together filled with dreams, laughter, and unbreakable promises.
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The night she met Charles had been unplanned, a spontaneous outing arranged by her friends Carmen and Kika. They had always tried to pull her into the world of Formula 1, and tonight was no exception. They each had a reason to be thereâCarmen was dating George Russell, and Kika was with Pierre Gasly. Both women had taken YN under their wing, determined to get her out of her shell and have her join the F1 circles, hoping sheâd meet someone who could make her heart race.
The club was buzzing that night, electric with the post-race excitement of drivers and team members celebrating a job well done. YN felt a little out of place, standing in a room full of world-class athletes and their glamorous friends. But she stayed close to Carmen and Kika, the three of them laughing together and sharing knowing glances as they navigated the bustling crowd.
Then, as they made their way toward the driversâ table, she noticed Charles. He sat at the far end, relaxed but visibly worn from the dayâs race, his eyes bright with an intense energy she found intriguing. When their eyes met, something unspoken passed between them, a silent question neither was prepared to answer just yet. He nodded at her, a friendly, slightly shy smile playing on his lips. YN felt her pulse quicken, caught off-guard his gaze lingered just a moment longer than it should have.
They exchanged small talk that night, but it felt like more than polite conversation. His questions were thoughtful, his responses genuine, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the room. YN couldnât shake the feeling that there was something special about this man, something that tugged at her heart even though she barely knew him. When she left that night, she found herself glancing back over her shoulder, catching him watching her as she slipped out into the night.
Days later, their paths crossed again at a quiet gathering organized by mutual friends. As they reached for the same deck of cards during a game, their fingers brushedâa brief, unexpected touch that sent a jolt through her. It was a simple moment, one that might have gone unnoticed with anyone else. But with Charles, it felt significant. He looked at her, his eyes filled with surprise and curiosity, and she felt the world around them blur. It was just a touch, but it left her wondering about him, wondering if heâd felt that same spark.
Sensing the connection between them, Pierre, along with Carmen and Kika, decided to give fate a little nudge. They arranged a casual dinner, inviting both YN and Charles, but conveniently didnât show up themselves. When she arrived, YN was caught off guard to see that she and Charles were the only ones there. For a moment, they both laughed, realizing theyâd been set up, but the evening quickly shifted from awkward to unforgettable.
They talked for hours, moving from lighthearted jokes to sharing dreams and fears they usually kept hidden. They discussed everything from the pressures of fame to their childhood dreams, discovering a mutual love for simple things like stargazing and quiet nights at home. By the time they parted, she felt as if sheâd known him forever. The walls theyâd both kept up had softened, and there was a new understanding between themâa silent acknowledgment that something real was beginning to blossom.
The months that followed were filled with more of these precious moments. One evening, as they sat beneath a sky full of stars, Charles took her hand. âYN, do you think⊠this could be it? That we might be meant for each other?â he asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if he were afraid to break the magic of the moment. Her heart raced, and she smiled, nodding as she leaned into his embrace. In that quiet, intimate moment, they became something more, officially stepping into a love story that would change their lives forever.
They took their first trip together not long after. In Paris, they walked along the Seine, hand in hand, exploring hidden cafes and wandering through art galleries as if they were the only two people in the world. Away from the noise and pressures of their usual lives, they found solace in each other. Charles fell in love with the way her face lit up with each new discovery, and YN was captivated by his ability to find joy in the smallest things. It was during this trip that Charles began to picture a future with her, a life built on these small, shared moments.
Over time, they spoke more seriously about the future. One evening, in the warmth of her apartment, they imagined what a life together would look like. Charles playfully brought up the idea of adopting a dog, describing a scruffy little companion that would join them on adventures. YN laughed, picturing their cozy home filled with laughter and love. Charles mentioned wanting a house of their own, a place they could return to after the highs and lows of life on the road. It was a lighthearted conversation, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that told her he meant every word.
There were simple, tender gestures that spoke volumes about their love. One night, as they sat together on the couch, Charles reached over and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering just a moment too long. It was in these small acts of affection that YN realized just how deeply he cared for her, how much she had come to mean to him.
Then came the moment they both knew they were in love. They had been watching the sunset, lost in each otherâs presence, when Charles, with a voice full of emotion, whispered, âJe tâaime, YN.â She felt her heart swell, her own voice trembling as she whispered it back. That simple phrase changed everything, solidifying a commitment they had both felt but hadnât fully expressed until that moment.
Meeting each otherâs families was a monumental step. Charles introduced her to his mother, who embraced YN with a warmth that felt like coming home. His brothers, Lorenzo and Arthur, welcomed her with open arms, teasing Charles but treating her with respect and kindness. YN felt a deep sense of belonging, as if she was finally stepping into a family that she could call her own. In return, she introduced Charles to her family, and he won them over with his sincerity and charm, making them laugh and easing any nervousness with his effortless grace.
As time passed, they found the perfect house, nestled away from the bustling city, with a sprawling garden and cozy nooks. They adopted the scrappy little dog Charles had always dreamed of, and together they began to build a life, filling each room with laughter, love, and memories. It was a home that reflected everything they had ever wantedâa safe haven from the world where they could be themselves, unguarded and at peace.
Through the years, they faced challenges together. Charles endured difficult moments in his racing career, enduring setbacks and disappointments. YN was there for him, her unwavering support grounding him when he felt lost. She reminded him that he was more than his achievements, that his worth went beyond the racetrack. In his moments of doubt, her love became his anchor, the steady force that helped him find his way back to himself.
And when Charles fell ill one winter, YN took care of him, tending to him with a gentleness that melted his heart. She stayed up with him during the long, quiet hours, whispering words of comfort and promising to be there through every struggle. In these moments, their bond grew even deeper, a testament to a love that had weathered both joy and hardship.
As they stood at the altar, surrounded by friends, family, and teammates, YN and Charles were ready to make their vows. Carmen and Kikka sat in the front row, eyes bright with pride and joy. Beside Charles were his brothers, Lorenzo and Arthur, smiling as they watched him prepare for this moment. His mother beamed, her heart full as she looked upon the woman her son had chosen.
Charles took YNâs hands, his voice steady but filled with emotion. âYN,â he began, his eyes locked onto hers, âI promise to remember the first time we met, how I couldnât take my eyes off you, even though I tried to hide it. I promise to remember the way our hands brushed that night, how that simple touch lingered in my mind, leaving me wanting more.â
He continued, each word carrying the weight of the memories theyâd shared. âIâll never forget that night when you stood at the edge of our table, looking a bit out of place but holding your ground. You were brought over by Carmen and Kika , and in that moment, I saw the light in you. Iâll always remember the little thingsâevery look, every unplanned moment that led us here.â
The guests listened in quiet awe as Charlesâs voice softened, recalling their first night spent together when their friends had set them up and then mysteriously disappeared, leaving YN and Charles to talk until dawn. âThat night, we shared our dreams, our worries, and realized there was something real between us. Iâll remember our first date, the first time I knew I couldnât imagine my life without you. And our first kiss⊠under the stars, when you made me realize I was yours.â
A few murmurs rippled through the guests, touched by the intimacy of his words. Charles glanced down briefly, then looked back at YN with warmth in his gaze.
âI promise to be there through the hard times,â he said. âWhen life feels overwhelming, when weâre far from each other, or when Iâm struggling on the track. Youâve been my anchor, YN. Every DNF, every loss⊠you reminded me to keep going, to focus on what really matters. And I swear to always be there for you, too. Je serai lĂ , toujours. No matter what.â
As he spoke, YN felt tears welling up, each word drawing her deeper into the shared memories that had brought them here. Charlesâs hand gently held hers as he continued with a soft smile.
âMost of all, I promise to dream with you,â he said. âTo talk about our future, our plansâour maison, our home. I promise to hold your hand as we build a life together, to be by your side as we fill it with laughter, with love, and maybe, one day⊠a family.â
His voice softened further, his gaze locked on hers. âJe tâaime, pour toujours,â he finished, his promise shimmering in the air around them. Their future was bright, and they stood ready to embrace it, together.
YN took a deep breath, her heart swelling with love for the man standing before her. With a tender smile, she began her vows. âCharles,â she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion, âI promise to be there for you through the quiet, simple moments and the chaos of our lives. To always support you, laugh with you, and hold you when things get tough. And, above all, to love youâtoday, tomorrow, and for the rest of our days.â
YNâs eyes shone as she looked at him, her words full of sincerity. âI promise to stand by your side through every challenge, every victory, and every ordinary day. To love you with patience, loyalty, and understanding. Iâll be there for the tough times and the joyous ones, just as you have always been for me.â
The guests exchanged knowing glances, touched by the beauty of their vows. Charlesâs eyes glistened with emotion as YN finished.
They exchanged rings, sealing their promises to each other with a gentle kiss. The applause of their loved ones filled the air, a beautiful sound marking the start of a new chapter in their journey. Together, they had built something realâa love that would last forever.
A few years laterâŠ
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The house was still, save for the gentle hum coming from the nursery. YN leaned against the doorway, watching Charles as he rocked their newborn daughter, LĂ©a, back and forth in his arms. The soft glow of the nightlight cast a warm light on them, bathing the room in peace.
Charles looked down at LĂ©a, his face softened with awe as he whispered to her, his voice tender. âSomeday, ma petite, Iâll tell you the story of how I met your Maman. Sheâs the reason youâre here, the reason I know what love truly means.â
He looked up and caught YNâs gaze. In that moment, their hearts were fuller than they ever imagined, their shared journey now deepened by the tiny life theyâd created together.
Every promise they had made was now a part of their everyday life, woven into the laughter and warmth of their home. Their vows had been the foundation, but now they were building something newâsomething lasting and beautiful. And as they stood together, their child in their arms, they knew their story was only just beginning.
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Blueberry Pancakes
FWB Eddie Munson x reader blurb | ~550 words
+18 ONLY - Minors DNI
Itâs not the first time. Itâs not even the 20th time. Youâve lost count at this point. Itâs a random Tuesday night. The two of you have been playing this game of reaching and grasping for months now. It never gets old. Tonight, though - it feels different. Tonight when you came over, Eddie wasnât home yet. When you went to the store earlier, you remember what Eddie had said a few weeks ago. It was in passing, but it stuck. Because, even though the two of you were keeping it casual, you wanted to make him feel safe and happy with you.
âItâs hard to remember her sometimes, ya know? I was so little when she died. But when I bite into a blueberry pancake with maple syrup? Iâm 6 years old again.â
Eddie gave you his key as a matter of convenience. You both knew that. It didnât mean what it meant for other people. It just meant that you could let yourself in on the days when he had to stay a little later than normal at the garage. No big deal. You had a little more time to spend in the kitchen. To make some food and share it with him before he took you to his bed. The body needs that fuel, and you both needed to fill up before you chased after those physical connections. It didnât mean anything more than that.
Blueberries were on sale, and you smiled. Maple syrup was not on sale, but Eddie doesnât need to know that part. It just evens out at the register, anyway. Itâs worth it if it makes him smile. If it makes him feel warm inside. If his tongue reminds him of a time when he felt held and loved. Itâs good and right to want that for him. Itâs good to serve him in this way. To show him, heâs more than the orgasms he gives you.Â
Heâs everything.
You donât need to say that to him, you just need to watch the way the bubbles form on the batter. You just need to remember to flip the cakes when they pop, when the blueberries start to ooze their juices into the surrounding batter. You want him to feel held by the smell when he walks in through his front door.Â
Eddie was quiet while he ate tonight. His eyes closed at the first bite. You watched the way his jaw moved and his eyelashes fluttered as the sweet taste filled his mouth. Later, in his bed where you were surrounded by his smell, he tasted that sweet syrup on your lips.Â
He brushed his lips against the soft skin of your eyelids, one at a time. He kissed the bridge of your nose while he pushed himself deeper and deeper. He let his forehead rest on yours while he watched the small ways your face showed your pleasure. And he reached. He let himself really see and feel. He breathed you in while your eyes were closed. Every thrust was a question you answered with your open mouthed whines.
He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. Heâs telling you with every brush of his lips, every reaching thrust of his hips. Every taste of that sweet mixture of fresh blueberries and maple syrup on your lips. You are his.
Tomorrow, heâs making your favorite.
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"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist
pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 3.1k words
warnings: explicit language, little tiny hint of angst, mostly fluff and good and fun vibes though<3
summary: in which everyone seems to notice that something is going on between you and steve, but they canât pinpoint what it is
author's note: we start off kinda angsty and then i promise it's just cute and fun đ«¶đŸ
general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full âloreâ it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333
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Spring 1986
Most of the time, things always happened the same way. You and Steve would end up in the living room with the intention of studying and doing work for your classes. Youâd settle on the floorâ because leaning over the coffee table to do work felt much more casual than being at the dining tableâ and it was always after only twenty minutes of actually being somewhat productive that Steve would drop his notebook or textbook onto the table and shift closer to you, innocently kissing your cheek or the side of your head.Â
It was always the subtlest of touches that would pull your focus away from the notes you were taking or the reading you were doing; Steve knew how easily the flip would switch for you.Â
This time it was a soft kiss against your neck that made you let out a small laugh and then a quiet hum, already leaning into Steveâs touch. Moments later you were in his lap, knees on either side of him and pressing into the rug under you both.Â
Your hands were on his shoulders and then circled his neck, fingers finding home in the hair at the nape. He was the one to close that final bit of distance between you two and hurriedly press his lips against yours. You inwardly smiled at his eagerness and leaned into him so that he was pressed back against the couch.
His hands settled on your hips and then slipped beneath the shirt you were wearing. You expected him to start pushing it up and off of you, but he didnât and instead simply began to trace teasing circles against your skin, which elicited the softest sigh in contentment from you.
After a few moments, you were pulling away from his lips to catch your breath, and his mouth immediately went to your neck.Â
âHey, Iâve been thinking,â Steve mumbled against your skin.Â
Your eyes were shut as you responded with a simple, âMhm?â
âItâs been a month now,â He started and then pressed a kiss right against a particularly sensitive part of your neck before continuing. âI think we should just tell everyone about us.â
Steveâs words didnât entirely surprise youâ because, in a way, they felt inevitableâ but you could still feel yourself slightly stiffen in his arms and a wave of nervousness washed over you when you heard them.Â
You knew that this conversation was going to have to happen eventually, but in the past almost five weeks, it had never come up, and instead, you two fell into a sort of routine where you worked out the best way to keep everything a secret.Â
It wasnât a secret that could be kept from everyone forever, that was obvious and you knew that, but you honestly didnât hate living in this sort of limbo state where this newfound relationship between you and Steve was kept just between you and him. It felt safer that way.Â
You pulled back a bit so that you could meet his eyes. It was hard not to immediately look away from his hopeful gaze and small smile, but you still held eye contact as you shook your head, arms dropping to your sides. âI donât knowâŠâÂ
âWhy not?â He didnât seem mad or upset at your soft-spoken words, just genuinely curious and a little confused.Â
The answer to why youâd been so hesitant didnât finally feel obvious until this moment. It was a thought that lingered deep down inside of you and seemed better left unsaid, better left avoided. It was also a thought that contradicted everything you felt, but it somehow still existed. You really didnât want to say it aloud, though.
You were about to shift off of him as a way to avoid answering the question, and to also maybe shut down the conversation altogether and change it to something else. But, Steveâs hands stayed on your hips, keeping you in place.Â
You let yourself meet his gaze again, the questioning look written across his face was clear as he spoke again. âWhy not?â
You still didnât want to answer, but simply looking at him for a few moments made you feel like you really could answer honestly. He was the only person that you knew you could tell anything to and it would always end up being okay, and you fully leaned into that thought.Â
âI think IâmâŠâ You started and then immediately trailed off because you suddenly felt dumb for the way you felt and what you were about to say. However, you also quickly decided not to shy away from finally saying it. âI think Iâm scared.âÂ
âScared of what?â Steve asked softly, and you had to look away from him then because it was easier to answer the question with your gaze settled on something else.
âThat youâll change your mind. That youâll decide that Iâm actually not what you want,â You said, feeling the urge to try and run away again, but you didnât, you couldnât. âAnd Iâm scared that Iâll be too fucked up from that rejection to let things go back to how they were with us. And then our friendship will be ruined, and everything with everyone else will get messed up too.â You let out a sigh as you shook your head. âAnd I know that it doesnât make sense to think that because things have been so good between us, somehow nearly fucking perfect. But, I still do.â
You forced yourself to meet his eyes again and the look that crossed his face affected you completely. He shook his head at you. âI wouldnât have said anything about how I was feeling if I thought for a second that I would change my mind. There isnât any question about it. I want this. I want you. I want us.â His hold dropped from your hips and instead, he found your hands, intertwining them with his and giving them a light squeeze. âItâs always been you. And it always will be you.â
A series of knocks on the front door broke you both out of the seriousness of the moment, out of the conversation entirely, and you didnât get a chance to respond or even fully think of what you wanted to say before you were looking at the shut door and starting to move out of Steveâs lap.
His words did a thousand things to you right then. You believed them entirely and they eased away your fears and made you feel okayâ better than okay, actually. Instead of verbally responding with anything, you wanted to simply lean in and slot your lips against his. Actual words didnât feel like theyâd do enough to coherently sum up what was going through your head at that moment.Â
I believe you. Iâm certain that youâre it for me too. I love you. Itâs always been you. I never want this to change. I trust you, completely. Youâre so fucking important to me. Youâre the most important person to me. I love you.Â
Your mind was a jumble of disorganized thoughts that all basically said the same thing, and you knew that a kiss would be able to succinctly say all of that and then some. And maybe Steve could already see what was going on in your head because there was no one else who could see through you as easily as he could, even when your thoughts were in such a chaotic stateâ you honestly didnât think that there was anyone that could read you that well at all.
The knock came again and you fully stood up and he followed suit.Â
âIâll⊠Iâll get it,â You told him as you headed toward the door, but then something abruptly switched inside of you and you were turning around and walking back over to him. You pushed up on your toes and let your arms circle around his neck, pulling him in for a tight embrace. How quickly his arms wrapped around you made you smile into his neck as you spoke. âI really love everything you just said. And I wish we werenât being interrupted right now because we should talk about it more. But, I want you to know that I feel the same exact way as you. I promise. And itâll never change either. And now Iâm just rambling, but yeah.â Â
Your rushed words were quiet and slightly muffled but you could tell by how Steve was holding you tighter and kissing the side of your head that he heard you clearly. Another knock sounded at the door, which made you pull away from each other and you finally went to open it.Â
âJesus, finally,â Robin said as she walked in. âWe need to talk to you guys about something.â
âWhatâs going on?â You asked, directing your question at both her and Eddie, who was walking in right behind her.
He held up his hands in a sort of mock surrender. âThis was all Robinâs idea so Iâm gonna let her take the reins.â
You looked at Steve and he gave you a half-shrug, seemingly just as confused as you were in this moment.Â
Robin took a few steps into the living room and then turned toward you and Steve.Â
âCan you two sit on the couch, please?â She asked, and instead of questioning her and what was even happening in this moment, you both decided to just listen and follow her current antics.Â
âWhy does this feel like an intervention?â You asked as you settled on the couch.Â
She nodded. âBecause it is.â
Steve was about to say something, but she interrupted him before he could. âDonât even ask why this is happening right now. We know somethingâs wrong between you guys. Itâs been weeks since you two hung out with all of us at the same time. We see you one night.â She pointed at Steve and then pointed at you. âAnd then we see you at the next group thing, and itâs starting to get really weird because usually you guys are attached at the hip. Clearly, youâre avoiding each other because youâre in some sort of a fight or something, so weâre here to help you resolve whatever it is.â
For the most part, she was rightâ you and Steve had been avoiding each other like the plague around your friends, it just made keeping the secret from everyone easierâ and it probably shouldnât have been too surprising that Robin and everyone else thought that something was wrong between you two. Even in this moment, you and him were sitting on opposite ends of the couch because it had subconsciously felt like the right thing to do in front of them. Now thinking about it, everything you two had been doing around them did seem really weird because youâd never been like that before. Â
âDepending on whatever this fight is about, my advice will probably be shit, so yeah, just putting that out there,â Eddie said from where he was in the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge. âIâm mainly here just because Robin needed a ride and I wanted to see Harold.âÂ
âMy advice, on the other hand, will be great so tell me everything,â Robin said.
You shook your head. âWeâre not in a fight.âÂ
âOkayâŠâ She said, entirely unconvinced by your words. âThen, whatâs been going on with you guys?âÂ
âThereâs nothingââ Steve started, but you immediately interrupted him.
âWeâre dating.â
It was impulsive, but it surprisingly didnât feel as suchâ it honestly felt like the only right thing to do right then. As soon as the two simple words, that you knew would change everything, fell from your lips, you didnât feel an ounce of regret; you more so felt complete relief. And you now also completely understood why Steve had wanted to say it sooner. You turned to look at him and gave him a small smile and he returned it with a happy one of his own.Â
Robinâs eyes widened a bit. âNo way.âÂ
âHoly shit,â You heard Eddieâs surprised voice in the kitchen. He was then leaving his soda on the counter and moving to stand next to Robin. âReally?â
âYes,â Steve answered with a nod and wider smile. âWeâre together, and itâs getting very serious. Sheâs obsessed with me.â
You rolled your eyes and shifted closer to him so that you could playfully poke his side. âOh, shut up. Youâre definitely way more obsessed.â
He grabbed your hand, intertwining it with his and then pressing a quick kiss against the back of yours. âOkay, yes, Iâll admit that Iâm also very obsessed.â
You smiled at him. âThank you for being honest.â
âWow, this is kind of adorably sickening,â Robin said, laughing a bit.Â
Eddie smiled. âCongratulations on you both finally pulling your heads out of your asses so this didnât actually take twenty years to happen.â
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âTwenty years?â
âWait,â Robin jumped in before Eddie could address your confusion. âWhen did this happen?â
âLast month. During the ski trip,â You answered. It somehow still felt like only yesterday to you, even though so much had happened since then. Â
âMarch,â Eddie nodded and then looked as if he was trying to remember something. He then looked at Robin once it seemed like the thought hit him. âShit, we owe Max and El five bucks.â
Steve looked at him, confused. âWhat? Why?âÂ
âWe all maybe, kinda, made a bet at the beginning of the year....â Robin started to explain. âWe took guesses about when you two would finally get together.â
âWhat?â It was impossible to hide your surprise, but you also kind of wanted to laugh because of how insane that sounded. âWhen did you guys do that?â
âAt the New Yearâs dinner you guys set up here,â She said, and that only surprised you further. You thought back to that night and couldnât remember anything seeming any different.
âHow were we so oblivious to this?â Steve asked, voicing the question that was now on your mind too.Â
âWhen we were doing it you two were in your own little platonic married couple world. Like usual,â Robin explained with a simple shrug as she settled next to you on the couch. âDustin wrote down everyoneâs guess.âÂ
âOh, Dustinâs gonna go insane about this,â Eddie laughed. âWe should call and tell him right now.â
He was already walking over to the kitchen where the phone was before any of you could say anything. Â
You shook your head. âHeâll be fine. I donât think this is that big of a deal.â
âOh, itâs the biggest deal,â Robin responded. âThe mom and dad of the friend group finally getting together is huge.âÂ
Steve gave your hand a light squeeze at that and you smiled, leaning further into him.Â
At first, the whole bet thing sounded insane to you; now you were just curious. âWhat were everyoneâs guesses?âÂ
âI canât fully remember, but I said never because I honestly didnât think that you two would finally do this, Eddie said twenty years, and everybody else said some other months. I know Max and El said March⊠Oh, and I know Dustin said February because âitâs the month of love,ââ She laughed a bit.
âI did realize how I felt in February, so I guess he was half right,â Steve told her. Â
âHow did you realize it?â
You had heard the full story from him a few weeks ago when you two were in your bedroomâ you quickly got into a habit of always sleeping in each otherâs beds instead of only sometimes doing it like before; sleeping apart became a rarity. It was sometime around one in the morning when you were randomly asking him how it all hit him and he told you the exact things that had gone through his head that morning when he realized everything. You were shyly smiling practically the entire time he spoke because it was the sweetest story youâd ever heard, and then you were kissing him until you both finally fell asleep.Â
âItâs a long story, but it just suddenly felt so fucking obvious,â Steve said, answering Robinâs question and she smiled at that.Â
All of your attention turned in Eddieâs direction as you heard him start talking on the phone. âDustin, hey, big news." There was a short pause. "Yeah, yeah, donât worry, itâs good news. So, theyâve been acting so weird these past couple weeks because theyâre fucking dating! Finally!" Another pause and then Eddie let out a scoff. "Of course, Iâm not lying,â He told the teen on the other end of the line. Dustin said something else and Eddie laughed and then looked over at you and Steve. âHe wants to talk to you guys.â Â
âShould we be scared?â You asked as you stood up from the couch and started walking into the kitchen, following a beat behind Steve.Â
He nodded. "Probably, yes."
Eddie handed the phone to him and he placed it at his ear. âHey.â
It was almost too easy to hear the shock in the teenâs voice even though you werenât that close to the phone. âI canât believe youâre telling me this over the phone. Also, I canât believe it was Eddie saying it instead of you guys.âÂ
âDustin, youâre being overdramatic,â Steve said. Â
âThis shouldâve been a sit-down moment. This feels just as important as if you two were telling me you were getting married.âÂ
You sighed. âDustinâŠâÂ
âWait, are you guys getting married?âÂ
You leaned in closer to Steve so that Dustin could hear you. âNo, weâre not getting married.âÂ
You could hear Robin and Eddie laughing on the couch.Â
âOkay, well, when you do, I expect you to tell me that in person.âÂ
âOf course,â Steve playfully joked. âIn fact, youâll be at the proposal. I promise youâll see it happen live.â
You laughed a bit. âYeah, you can have a front-row seat. Iâm completely okay with that.âÂ
âDo not joke about that shit,â He said, and it felt almost impossible not to laugh at how serious he sounded. âWait, so when did this happen? When did you guys get together? Was it February?âÂ
âNo, it was last month,â Steve told him. âSo, apparently, Max and El win the bet that Robin and Eddie just told us about.âÂ
âShit,â Dustin sighed. âI wanna hear everything about how this all happened later; in person. Oh, and since you guys didnât tell me yourselves, can I tell everyone else?â
âSure, thatâs fine,â You said with a shrug and then repeated your words from earlier. âThis really isnât that big of a deal.âÂ
Dustin simply scoffed and you could practically hear him shaking his head. âOh, itâs a huge deal.âÂ
Steve let out a laugh. âThatâs exactly what Robin said.âÂ
âWhat did I say?â Robin yelled from the couch.
âThat this is a huge deal,â Steve answered her. Â
âAnd it is!âÂ
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summary: little blurb about fwb!reader coming to tell fwb!patrick zweig that sheâs pregnant and that sheâs not keeping the baby. heâs there. and that theme carries over to the fact heâs always there. and so are you. and so are your real feelings. you should probably start dating after this one tbh
warnings: mentions of pregnancy and abortion, kissing, mentions of sex, fluff/comfort
âiâm pregnant,â you sighed, palms downturned and shaking just a little. âand iâve only had sex with you, so it has to be yours. and iâm sorry.â
you hadnât seen patrick in two weeks. you needed time to think about this, overthink, stress, cry about, and call up your best friend to bring you pregnancy tests. you took three and they were all positive. youâd been having sex with patrick for about nine months, strictly friends with benefits, heavy on the friends part because you really truly were meant for each other.
it was whenever it felt right. and you were careful just not careful enough. three tests and $67 later, you knew you were pregnant. it was hard to ignore those feelings that crept up about having his baby, really having it. it was a weird feeling. but you tried to silence those emotions- friends with benefits was good. was semi-solid. was casual. but it never really was casual, not from the very beginning. dating, but not dating at the same time was a messy thing, but this made things feel so much more cut and dry. pristine.
you hadnât been to his apartment in two weeks and four days.
patrick rubbed his left eye and looked at you standing outside his apartment door. you had to tell him. you couldnât sleep if you didnât tell him. thatâs why you were there. âyouâre funny,â he hummed tiredly. âare you sleeping here tonight?â
âpatrick.â
âi heard what you said but itâs 4 in the morning and iâve missed you so are you sleeping here?â he couldnât help but mumble. his hair was a mess, his shirt was wrinkled and half-raised to the left, over the v of his pelvis. he was walking porn. no wonder you were fucking pregnant. he missed you? he missed you.
âokay,â you nodded, a little taken aback by how cool he was with this. you worked up the nerve to tell him, you worked up the nerve to even get here to his building. his body turned, his arm stayed outstretched beckoning you into his dark apartment. the second the door was shut behind you, his big hand gently pulled you along by the crook of your waist. your voice lowered, âpatrickâŠâ
âmmm- shut up,â he said quietly in return. he pulled you to his bed, the bed you hadnât been in for two weeks now. you missed his bed. you missed him too. his hands pulled your jacket off and it hit the floor with a small thud. along with your purse. and your shoes were gone along the way. he pulled you over the bed, into bed with him, pulling you under the covers, even.
you sighed something of relief, which felt like a breath but really, it was a sob. his arm snaked around your waist as it happened so he felt your body shake. his lips pressed to the exposed skin at the base of your neck, his arm tightened around you. he didnât react fully but this act, not speaking for two weeks and suddenly pulling you to bed, it felt okay. it felt good. like nothing was wrong. nothing had to be wrong.
âiâm sorry,â you said quietly. but he pulled you closer again.
âitâs okay,â he answered with a whisper. he held you tight, held you away from crying fully, though two tears did roll down your cheek. âpromise.â
you sniffed gently and hushed. your hands clasped over his and you after a few sleepless nights you found it easy to fall asleep in his arms. he smelled good. like himself, cologne and a little bit of smoke. you missed this, you missed him. this whole whirlwind of finding out you were pregnant, it was a lot. and you couldnât bring yourself to see him. and that was fine. he made sure you felt it as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck again and his thumb caressed your hand. he didnât let up once, or not once that you noticed as you fell asleep with him like it was the easiest thing in the world.
the morning crept in and he was still intertwined with your body. thin streams of light across his floor unable to peek through the dark curtains over his windows. he held you through the night, giving you no room to be alone or cold. he was warm, cradling you slightly, his lips now pressed to the top of your head. you could hear his breathing soft, slow. it was quiet. peaceful. and you felt the best you had in weeks. safe.
you didnât stay awake much longer, falling back into sleep, much needed sleep. you woke again and he wasnât there. you stirred, a little disappointed to find he wasnât still right next to you, but curious to know why. you sighed, rubbing your eye and sitting up. the alarm clock read 10:47 am. you slept in.
with soft feet on the carpeted floor, you stood and walked slowly out to the bedroom door, opening it and being met with his apartment, windows unblocked by curtains. you braced against the brightness and looked around the moment you had the eyes to. patrick wasnât anywhere. you gently looked into the bathroom, but he wasnât there either.
you wandered to the kitchen and rubbed your eye as you looked in the fridge. on the milk, eye level, was a yellow sticky note.
getting lunch. donât eat my food.
- p
you grinned and pressed your hand to your forehead. you still felt like crying. he wasnât angry. he wasnât upset. you really thought he would be⊠but he wasnât. you sat on the couch, knees to your chest. youâd spend nights overthinking and everything was okay. you took a good few deep breaths. things were okay.
you watched something on his tv while you waited. he was back within ten minutes, carrying two bags. breakfast sandwiches and a few pastries he knew you loved from the one place around the corner. that and the best decaf mocha you would ever have. he sat on the couch, putting the food on his coffee table.
âiâm sorry i showed up at 4am,â you said, biting into your food. you saw the corner of patrickâs mouth twitch just a little. âand that i slept in.â
âiâve never cared about that. iâm worse.â he smiled at you. he liked his food, taking a big bite of his sandwich. it was very like him. you missed him. you smiled, swallowing.
âthank you for letting me stay over. i know the last two weeks iâve been MIA, but i was scared and figuring things out⊠i feel awful.â you confessed. he finished chewing, nodding at you, trying to swallow enough to say the words.
he shook his head when he was free of the food in his mouth, looking at you a little sideways. he cleared his throat, âwhat? no, i get it.â
âyou get it.â
âdonât be sorry.â
you smiled, âokay,â and you nodded. you looked at your food, a beat passed, âi really thought we were careful.â you said.
âme too,â he agreed. he gestured with his food in his hand, âbut whatever choice youâre⊠making. i just want to know.â
âi know,â you nodded. âi wasnât⊠iâm not sure.â
he nodded, âi did miss you.â
âi missed you too.â you told him. he took a bite of his sandwich. âif i get an abortion, are you still going to miss me?â he swallowed his bite.
âi always miss you.â he told you, deadpan. you couldnât help the smile that spread up your face. the conversation paused as you bit into the strawberry pastry. he fought a smile, lip continuing to twitch upward. you held it to his mouth and he shook his head at you, smile slightly seeping out as he took a bite. you nodded, fighting your own smile. he cleared his throat again, âitâs okay if you do. and if you donât, iâll be okay.â
âpatrick, i donât want to keep it.â
he paused, then nodded, smiling. âokay, good. thatâs good. thank god.â
you grinned back at him. and you started laughing. it was a giggle at first, but it caught him. he chuckled, and it turned into a laugh matching yours. you leaned into his shoulder, hand resting on his knee. his laughter was full and loud and blended with yours. his hand rested on the side of your head, holding, steadying as his hand slid down to the side of your face. and he closed that space between you, kissing you the way he always did. you missed this. so much.
you melted easily into it. it was everything you needed. for now, anxiety was miles away. booking an appointment would be miles away too. it was just him here and now. âmm-â he kissed you again. âpatrick-â
âyeah?â he hardly left your lips.
âyouâll come with me when i-â
âyeah.â
âthatâs not asking too much?â
âno,â he shook his head. âyouâre going to make me say something you and i are both going to hate if you ask shit like that. i said i missed you, i meant i missed you. donât make me say more than that.â he wasnât serious.
âno, i wonât, i promise,â you sighed. relief, true, nearly full relief filled your lungs. air seemed clearer. âi just⊠patrick.â
âyeah?â he pushed your hair behind your ear.
âthank you.â
the process wasnât bad. it was uncomfortable but patrick was there before and after. kept you on your feet. he laid down next to you in bed, arms folded over his chest, back against the pillows, legs crossed at the ankle. âwhatâs it feel like?â
âlike a stitch and a cramp and a stomachache all at the same time,â you replied. âbut itâs good to know.â
âit is good to know,â he nodded, looking over at you. âno kids.â
âno kids,â you smiled. silence, comfortable, filled the space between. patrickâs eyes stayed trained on you. you looked over, met his eyes. he had such gorgeous eyelashes, if youâd have kept the baby youâd always hope the baby would have his eyelashes. you smiled just the slightest bit. this whole thing had softened patrick, you noticed it. you saw it in those eyes he looked back at you with. a vulnerability you hadnât known from him.
he blinked, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. âif you hadnât found that out- if it didnât happen, would you have come back?â he asked. âhere.â
âto you?â you asked. his eyes were strong. he nodded. you pressed your lips together, only taking a second to respond. âi think so.â you nodded affirmatively.
âiâll take that.â he smiled. âafter this, though. youâre still going to miss me, right?â
âam i going somewhere?â
âiâm hoping not,â he smirked a little. âi was meaning to ask if youâd be my girlfriend, donât let me forget to ask before you go, though.â
you shook your head, âpatrick zweig having a girlfriend is crazy.â
âyouâre just lucky,â patrick replied. it hurt to laugh. the unspoken âyesâ hung in the air. you knew it, he knew it. a year of being casual, a year of repressed feelings made this an easy thing to know. youâd been through so much. it seemed easy. âfirst one in forever.â
âyou sleep around too much,â you teased back. he kissed you to muffle your laugh. it was strong, but somehow gentle at the same time. âokay, okay, iâm sorry. i didnât mean it.â
he shook his head at you, dimples in his perfect smile crawling up his face. the banter went on for a while, that perfect matched energy and a little too much laughter. it hurt every time, but you couldnât help it. not with him. after a while, you got closer to him and he only got up to get you water, getting back into bed to pull the covers up. his arms wrapped around you the way they always did, slinking around your waist, resting comfortably and cautiously away from any part of you that was sore. but he still held you, having his face rest perfectly in the crook of your neck. it was good to rest easy, entirely. there was nothing to worry about.
your fingers intertwined with his. and knowing the worst has passed, feeling the hum of the medications you were on, and the overall stress of the day, falling asleep next to him was the easiest thing to do.
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Wanderer
Adar x reader | SMUTđ
You meet an elf, a wanderer and quickly take him into your life, only to later learn he is no elf at all
That fix-it fix that's like, a month too late
Adar stood in the midst of the battlefield, Elrond at his feet.
But he paid the elven warrior no mind, for he had much greater things in his posession.
Nenya hung from a chain between his fingers, gleaming in the dim light cast over the fields of death.
Adar had what he required, and sounded the horns of retreat.
But across the borders of Mordor none his children had caught sight of their Lord Father.
No, for he had not returned to his lands. He had found himself in a state of fear upon the discovery of Nenya's powers as he sat at the river's edge where he took in his reflection that no longer matched him.
His hand lifted to his face and felt no scarring, only soft flesh. He retreated his hand and brought it into view and found a light pink hue where a dull gray was supposed to be.
With quick and frantic movements he discarded his gauntlet and revealed the lack of black charred skin. Next was his armor and chainmaille, together with the lift of his heavy cotton tunic. The ring on his hand glimmered in his sight and it clicked.
It had healed him.
Wounds that had endured ages, leftovers of torture and remainders of darkest days all were no longer. And thus he wondered.
His children had retreated further into the lands of Mordor, and the elves had fled Eregion. It meant the lands around him were cleared of threats, or at least he expected them to be.
He discarded the guards tied around his boots and hid them along with his armor, setting off in the direction of the fallen city where he raided homes for food and cloth.
Once fed and changed into clean, gorgeously embroidered elven attire, with his hair tied in a traditional style the reflection he looked at in the mirror was no longer Adar.
He could blend now, wander and exsist freely. All he had to do was keep the ring hidden.
And so he wandered. For weeks, months he traveled. Never staying in one place long and avoiding settlements where he could run into familiar faces.
"Ah, apologies sir." A thud against his side had Adar stop examining the arrangements of products in the market stall and look beside him where the kind voice spoke to him.
A woman stood beside him, the stall long forgotten as she stared in awe. It was strange, to be almost gawked at like this, but he would lie if he said that he preffered the looks doubt and distrust of others.
"Do you wish to see, my lady?" With a kind gesture he stepped aside and led the lady to his spot. He watched the exchange and was caught off guard as he was offered half of her purchase.
"Please, I cannot accept this." Adar held up his hands, he had money to pay for his own food. Taking from others was his way no longer.
"Then you come eat with me." You stood your ground against the elf before you. "I insist."
You were persistant, and while he preffered to stay on his own he could not deny the pull at his heart with how you looked at him and showed him kindness.
With a curt bow he accepted, and allowed you to lead him to a quiet area where you sat down and unpacked your basket.
"I haven't seen you around here before." You wondered out loud, hoping to get a little conversation out of the beautiful stranger.
"I travel. I wander around and never stay in one place for long. It is not strange you haven't seen me before as this is the first time I have come by this place." He picked at the fruit in his hands, taking off small chunks to eat.
The back and forth of casual conversation was a delight to Adar, all up to the point of you mentioning never having introduced yourself with a shy laugh. You offered your name and wished for his in return.
His mind panicked. He had never yet needed a name, seeing most folk left him alone and no one had indulged enough to ask him.
He needed an answer quick. He took to looking down at the table as if to take more food and his eyes fell on the silver embroidery of the moon phases on the edge of his sleeve.
"You may call me Raun. For the moon that has guided my path for many ages." He glanced up for a short moment before picking up an apple to snack on.
"Raun," You gave the name a try and smiled. "It suits you. The color of your eyes and robe match it as well." You had already noticed Raun's beautiful greyish blue eyes were easy to get lost in.
He enjoyed listening to you talk about things he should go see in the area, describing them with great detail. Your voice was like music to his ears.
Halfway into a sentence you stopped and let out a soft laugh, earning a confused look from the elf across from you.
Without another word you reached over to him, your fingers lightly touching his cheek as you brushed a piece of apple peel off the corner of his mouth. Your hand lingered with how it felt like Raun leaned into the touch and placed his hand over yours then, turning his head ever so slightly to press a soft kiss to your palm.
He was so touch starved his body acted on its own, quickly retreating once he realized his actions.
Stammering out an apology was all he managed before you were grabbing his hands into yours. "It's okay." Your touch calmed him and he dared lifting his gaze back up from the table.
The smile you held was genuine, it was as clear as day to him and he wished to hold your hands forever.
Adar had been deprived of kindness from anyone but his kin for as long as his memories let him recall, the softness of elven touch seeping into his veins and reviving his rotten heart.
"I do believe you deserve a genuine apology. My actions should have not be so sudden. I must admit it seems I have missed the touch of another for so long I reacted too strongly. " There was shame in his tone, and you wondered what caused him to feel such negativity. You'd set the question aside for later and opted for rubbing comforting circles over his knuckles. He missed touch, so you'd touch him.
Your gentle touches were clearly having an effect on him and you decided to give the interesting elf what he needed most.
"Where are you staying?" Your question pulled his gaze off your still connected hands. "If you want we can wander the area together? I'll pick you up at the inn."
The truth was a sad one. One he almost did not dare to speak aloud. With the fall of Eregion there were no inns left in the are that had space for travelers like him. But the thought of leaving again right after this delightful meeting felt like a stab to the chest.
"The inns are all full of refugees." Ones he had made to leave himself. He and his kin, too focused on taking Sauron's life that everything else became unimportant. His blindness had come to bite him in the ass.
"The elves who resided in Eregion traveled as far as here to find shelter, I forgot about that.." You sighed at the reminder of how cruel the world could be.
"You can stay at my place, if you wish?" It was a careful offer, unsure how the wanderer liked getting close to people on his stops. His raised brows and wide eyes came as a surprise to you, immediately agreeing with your plans was not something you expected he'd do.
Adar was intrigued to say the least. He normally would run at the offer, afraid his sherades would fall through but now he was getting excited to follow you instead.
It is how the two of you ended at your home. You showed him around and let him take in your collection of writing while you prepared a simple dinner.
You had denied Raun's request to help you cook enough times to have him give up and retreat back to your collection of books until you called him back to share dinner.
Only when you were finished you allowed him to help you clean up, he would not let it slide if you denied him again.
You had Raun put away the last plate as you wiped down the counter, not leaving your place a mess now that you had a houseguest.
The touches you had shared, and brushed off as accidental or bound to happen while cleaning together had Adar craving more.
On his way back his eyes were stuck you your frame, working to finish your task and loving how your garment sat on your frame so well. Adar let his heart win over his mind and moved towards you, his hands finding your hips and his lips finding the tip of your ear as you jumped at the touch.
"Apologies, I did not mean to frighten you." You melted at the sound of his voice. Feeling his breath against your ear had you lean into him entirely. His cheek rested against yours as you laid your head back against him, turning ever so slightly to look him in the eye. Again your touches were answered with the smallest peck, this time to the corner of your mouth.
Yet you found him a little too careful and turned around between him and the counter you leaned against, only to wrap your arms around his neck and pulling him into the kiss he had wanted to give you.
The intimacy of the moment seared all Adar's nerves, his tongue less than gently making it past your lips and hoisted you on top of the just cleaned counter. There was nothing elven in his actions, but you were enjoying his ministrationa too much to care. The way he skillfully undid your garment without an ounce of hesitation just added to the ever growing curiosity.
And in this moment your curiosity had set on finding out what was underneath his robes.
Shortly all parts of garments were all over the floor and your hands were grasping long strands of dark hair in bliss. You watched as Raun feasted on you, tongue alternating between lapping at your clit and pressing into you, his hands a tight grip on your legs. The rumble of his voice as he hummed in pleasure only had you whine louder, clenching your walls around nothing and begging. Begging for him to fill you, to stand up and let you please him as well. The pull at his roots only made him add more pressure to your clit, and with only a few more calculated flicks of his tongue he had you coming with a loud moan of his name.
"R.. Raun please," You weren't given a moment to catch your breath as his tongue was replaced by his fingers nestling deep inside of you, curling them to rub at your most sensitive spot.
The way his new name sounded, moaned out like that made him appriciate it. He suddenly no longer minded his panicked answer. If it was for you, he would be Raun for as long as you'd have him.
"Please what, my sweet girl?" His tongue found your lips and licked them before pulling you into another passionate kiss, having you taste yourself on him. "Tell me your desires.." The hand not currently pleasing you found your chest, softly kneading. "I cannot tend to your needs if you do not tell me."
You were beyond ready for him, he must know this. Then why was he teasing you so much? It was strange how he acted but it made the act so much more pleasurable.
"I.. I want you inside." Speaking your wants out loud was so unlike you, and Raun chose to make it worse. "But love, I already am." He spoke as another finger joined the two already toying with your walls.
With his palm pressing against your clit he made it even more difficult for you to speak. "Hahh.. you know whh.. what I mean.." Your words drew out into mewls and whines.
"My poor, shy Elleth. Am I to guess what you wish for?" You couldn't get enough of his voice, but in turn could not get yours to function. So with your hands you showed him what you desired. You pulled his hips flush with yours, snaking your hand inbetween your bodies and taking his length in hand to press the tip at your entrance.
Much to your pleasure Raun had taken your wordless actions and moved to lazily thrust into you, barely an inch at a time to ease himself all the way in until hiships were flush with yours at the edge of the counter.
To give you a moment to adjust to the fullness he pressed his lips against yours in a heated kiss, your tongues brushing along each other as large hands held you in place until you both ran out of breath.
Panting your foreheads rested together, a smile on your face that had Adar's mind beg him to stay just a little longer each time he saw it.
With his hands on your hips he set a steady rhythm that had you gasp and moan, clamping your legs around his waist which only made him go deeper.
"Hah.. Raunn.." You moaned against his temple as he had his mouth at your neck, biting and licking. Only leaving marks where he was sure only he would see them. With each scrape of his teeth your fingers tightened around the strands of hair you held.
"Do you wish to finish, my sweet?" His hips kept up their pace, the drag of his cock inside of you almost making you see stars. You nodded against him and he grunted in response. You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier and his panting picked up against your skin, making you tighten your grip on his waist and letting out soft moans right at his ear.
Oh how he loved your noises. And the way your legs clamped around his body felt so good. One of his hands left your hips to rub circles on your clit, to pull you over the edge with him as he finished, spilling deep inside of you with a groan muffled by your shoulder.
Your palm rested against the back of his head as you caught your breaths. You felt Raun's cock slide out of you as he stepped back to give you space to stretch your legs.
"That was.. definitely not elf-like." A tired smile was all you could give him as he laughed softly at your comment. "I suppose I shall take that as a compliment, yes?" He held his hands out for you to hop down the counter, but your legs failed you and had you tumble face first into Raun's chest. To answer his comment you just nodded into his chest, humming affirmingly.
"You look ripe for bed, shall I take you?" Another nod and a quiet "yes, please." left your wobbly self before you were picked up and took you to the bedroom, where you dis not want to let him leave. "Hmmno, you're warm. Stay?"
And so he stayed. He let you rest for a moment but eventually you ended up tangled under your sheets once again. Sleep didn't come until early that morning.
Over the course of weeks, you had the company of Raun wherever you found yourself. Holding hands out and about at the market or wandering the woods. At home there was not a room or surface left that hadn't been defiled. Raun had shown you everything he said he had picked up during his thousands of years among other races and communities. You loved his roughness in bed, the way he'd manhandle you on top of the dinnertable or make you cum on his tongue time after time before holding you in a bruising grip as he ravaged you.
Adar felt like he was risking way too much for one elf, but the longer he spent in your presence the less he worried. Nor thought of his old self.
The longer he stayed with you, saw himself as he was now the more he felt like his new identity. Raun was who he was now and how he introduced himself as well. No longer 'just a wanderer' or a dismissive answer to the question once someone cared ebough to ask.
Although some nights when he sat awake by himself he felt like he was lying to you, he was content as your elven lover. The worry was only a small negative compared to the large amount of positive you had brought him.
He even agreed to go see some event happening in the area. You stood together in the crowd, not entirely front row but you had a clear enough view of it all.
Royal elves came to see communities near Eregion where refugees had fled to, bringing assistance where needed. You found them to be a little late, but appriciated the gesture. While you were having a good time watching, you could feel Raun's restless energy. You had questioned him but all he blamed it on was the large crowd of people.
Adar felt sick, trying to hide his shaking hands as he watched the high king greet people. His worry of him somehow sensing another ring being in his presence was almost overwhelming.
Almost.
And then his hand was grabbed and soft pads traced over his knuckles. You grounded him for a moment. Just enough to get his breathing in check and calm his racing mind. He gave himself a moment to say thanks with a soft kiss to the side of your head, life was suddenly less anxiety inducing in that moment.
When he dared to look back to the event happening his world sank back into panic. The grip on your hand was almost bruising, pulling you from your excitement to see Lady Galadriel being her perfect self. You pulled your hand free from Raun's grasp with a quick look towards him and saw nlthing but fear in his eyes and on the other end of you you could see Lady Galadriel look directly your way.
No, not your way. She looked at Raun.
"My sweet, I need to leave. I'm not feeling well I'm afraid." There was a tremble in his voice. It was enough to convince you to leave with him instead of having him head back home by himself.
The second you alowed him he took long strides out the back of the crowd, his hand still in yours as to not lose you. He couldn't deal with that now, he needed you with him.
"Can you please tell me what's wrong?" You were catching your breath from having to kesp up with his long strides across the whole area. Raun had taken you to the other end from where the event was happening and no longer felt the stare af the back of his head.
"I promise I will explain later. Now I prefer to go home and calm my mind if you are okay with it. I had hoped to keep your calming presence at my side." You tried to pin any logic to the whole situation but all you saw was what reminded you of a young child clinging to his mother's dress for safety and comfort. So you let him hold on to you and carefully made your way home.
Raun convinced you to take a more scenic route trough the woods. To calm him, he said. You let him lead the way, nowadays familiar with the woods surrounding your home you knew he told the truth about wanting to go back to the house you shared, but the quiet stroll through the woods didn't last long enough to reach it.
"Hold it right there, orc." It was unmistakably lady Galadriel's voice that called out and made you look around in panic. Orcs? This close to your home? Had they truly become this ruthless, to start attacking settlements for no reason?
Your mind raced until the lady was right in front of you, a blade to Raun's neck and a sneer on her face.
"You believed you could run off without us finding you? Hand me back my ring this instant." The blade at the now elf's throat pressed hard against his skin, close to breaking it.
"Please." You called out to Galadriel, hoping she'd see her mistake. "I may not know who you are searching for, but I can assure you Raun is not him. He has been in my company for--"
"Let me guess, a short while after Eregion fell?" Her blade never left Raun's throat, even as she looked at you and your still intertwined hands.
"He has been deceiving you with this fair form. A trick he has no doubt learned from Sauron himself." Her angry stare moved back to Raun next to you, who's look turned from fearful to enraged in a fraction of a second. Witg a snap that had the blade at his thoat break the skin he barked at her.
"Don't EVER compare me to that filth. You know he has tricked us both with the one thing you accuse me of doing." The blood ran down the front of his garment and yet he showed no sign of discomfort.
You stood among them as if you did not exsist in this exchange, and it hurt you to be left out. You watched as Raun composed himself with a grounding breath.
"If I were to return your ring willingly, are you willing to let me roam free? I have no more desire to fight, in all my ages I have seen too much torture and death." His gaze landed back on you. "If you allow it, I'd prefer to live my in peace. I shall leave and asure our paths may never cross once more."
"You know she will leave. You have been lying to her from the second you met. Do you truly believe you deserve any better than execution?" The more you listened to Galadriel's words the more confused you became.
And then Raun's hand slipped from yours, the softest apology fell from his lips before he slipped the silver ring from his finger and held it out for Galadriel to take.
"Goneho nin." He could do nothing more than apologize. Adar's trembling voice made him despise himself. Lady Galadriel was right in all her accusations. He had lied to you, so much that it had slowly starting to morph into a new false reality.
The silver ring slipped from his finger and laid in his palm, waiting for Galadriel's hand. But that wasn't what your eyes were focused on even with how gorgeously it gleamed in the broken sunlight between the trees.
No, your eyes were settled on Raun, who's skin lost all color. His eyes dulled and scarred patterns knitted their wat over the side of his face. Against the palm of your hand you felt skin warp and you pulled back in horror. You tried to understand but you couldn't. The hand you just so affectionately held was blackened, burned beyond repair.
"R.. Raun?"
Without looking at you he shook his head. He did not dare to look you in the eye in fear of losing something genuinely good.
"Love," You weren't calling him by a name this time, unsure how he would respond.
"Will you please grant me a proper look at you. Do not listen to her words regarding me. I make my own choices and leaving isn't one of them, even with what I am seeing right now."
It was Galadriel's turn to look at you with a look of surprise. "How can you stay after seeing proof of his lies?" She was convinced she was right, that her view was the only correct one but you knew the man you only knew as Raun to have been truthful in his words regarding you.
"I stay because I listen. You heard him say he is done with war. He wishes to be left alone and live quietly, as do I." Your eyes once more set on the now scarred man beside you. Your hand ever so carefully taking his scarred one.
"And I, for one, do believe people can change their hearts. And as long as his heart is good I do not care if he is not Raun the elf. You make it sound like I should be repulsed by him and I am not." You gave Galadriel one last stern glare.
"Leave us alone and we'll disappear. We'll find a place to live outside of elven lands and bother no one."
She ignored your words and looked to your partner for confirmation. And he spoke. On his own behalf and yours.
"If you do not believe her than that is your choice. If we cannot stay here then we shall leave and find another place to live. You know for a fact I have no trouble living in less than luxurious circumstances."
While the other two spoke your mind kept tossing questions your way. Ones you surely had to discuss later, after figuring out what your partner's name was, if not the one he had given you.
It seemed Galadriel had given the okay to move on away from elven lands, seeing she bid you farewell and left with her reclaimed ring.
You wanted to ask your partner to look at you, to turn around and look at you on his own accord and not jump in front of him to get a good look and bombard him with questions.
"I don't know what to call you, but would you please allow me to look at you?" Your hand found his again, gently carressing the scarring.
"I prefer to go home first, then discuss all you wish inside where I am not to be seen by others." He kept his gaze low to the ground and started towards your home at the sound of your okay.
You walked behind him in silence, letting him set the pace and respecting his boundaries still. Only once you were home you dared to glance for longer moments.
With a long drawn out sigh, Adar sat down in your reading nook, pressed against the pillows you so enjoyed laying against and beckoned you over. You followed his every gesture and sat down with him between where he had one leg propped up on the bench and the other rested off it.
Instead of allowing you to stare and touch he carefully maneuvered you with your back against his chest, pausing every move to make sure you were still consenting to be so close to him.
Way easier than he expected you were settled against him, arms raised and fingers tangled in his hair. You still saw nothing of him besides his hands. One covered in blackened scars and the other adorning a once large cut now healed over to just a raised line on grey skin. With his hands resting on your stomach he started to talk.
"The elf you saw before was my former self. One with a name long forgotten, and I no longer feel belongs to me." One of his hands trailed up to find your hand and softly guided your fingers to his scarred face.
"I am Adar, ancient compared to your fairly young self. No longer of the Eldar but now uruk." With his hand on yours he brushed along his temple.
"I have deceived you, using the ring to hide among the masses. But while my physical form changed, my heart and mind have not. My feelings toward you still remain."
Your hands retracted and you slowly made a move to turn around, onto your stomach to finally look at him properly.
"Adar.." You tested his name as you took all of him in much like you had that first day you met, and oh how the name left your mouth watering.
"So, you didn't pick up all those things on your ages of wandering." Your fingers were back to tracing the scars that adorned Adar's face, humming contently as he shook his head.
"I did not, no. That was all uruk." There was almost a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
You then sat up, bunching up your dress and straddled him. Hands eagerly pulling at his garment to get it off.
"Let me see more of you, Adar the uruk." Your lips found his and moaned into the kiss as you rolled your hips.
Adar recalled Galadriel's words for a second and smiled into the kiss at how wrong she was. He deepened the kiss with a hand in your hair and his tongue down your throat.
His free hand found your hip, a bruising grip on it to assist your movements on his hardening cock.
"Are you asking to be ravished, my sweet?" His much raspier voice only made you groan out in pleasure.
"Please, Ada.." Your mouth was at his ear now, tongue lapping at the edge which only made his fingers dig deeper in your soft flesh.
With a growl he switched positions by rolling you off the bench and onto the floor with a thud, not caring about being gentle with his elven lady anymore.
The look in his eyes was one of a hunter having caught his prey, ready to devour it. He shoved a knee between your legs, letting you rub yourself on his thigh as he made quick work of your dress and undergarments, tearing them off your body. His mouth was on your chest within seconds, leaving dark red marks all over you along with deep bitemarks. He bit at your skin, following a path from your neck down to your nipple, taking it between his teeth and pulling until you cried out.
In a short moment of rest you watched him pull the decorative rope off your curtains, closing them entirely to dim the room and used the rope to tie your wrists together. With skill he had your hands above your head and secured the rope.
"Now you keep those up there like a good little elleth." His teeth dragged over your ears as he commanded you.
"Y..yes, Adar." Your eyes followed his every move as he sat up on his knees.
The way he now towered over you sent heat straight to your core, even more so when he delicately untied his robe and let it fall to the floor.
The scars that started at his temples ran down his neck and over his torso, along with one full arm and hand. Some disappeared down the waistband of his trousers that you were eager to take off if your hands weren't bound.
Adar enjoyed the way you stared at him with hunger in your eyes. How your legs wriggled their way from underneath him and you toed at his trousers to get them off.
"My, my little elleth." With a deep, throaty laugh he hooked his fingers around the ties that held his pants up and tugged at them, the fabric immediately sagging at the loosened tension and being held in place by his hard cock.
You ached for him so bad you could only whine at the barrier of fabric still being in the way. He was playing unfair, getting you so turned on and then not allowing you to do anything you so desperately wanted. You almost thought to disobey him and grab at the cloth of his pants and take the punishment but for now you knew better than to draw attention with screams and cries. That was something for when you were somewhere far away from others.
"Show me, please?" A hum of contemplation left him as he tilted his head a little, making a show of pretending to thinkabout it before uttering a quiet "No."
In an instant he was pressed flush against you, trousers gone and his body hiding his length between the two of you. His face was barely an inch away from yours, hair hanging loose around his head. "You don't get to make any choices.." His drool covered tongue lolled out of his mouth and lapped over your lips, forcing your jaw apart and licking into your mouth. You tried to follow when he moved back, but only got snapped at. "You are my little plaything and you will take what I give you like a good pet."
Adar pressed his lips back against yours in a kiss that was more teeth and tongue, biting till you bled and smearing it across your lips and painting them red. He separated from you for a short moment, only to guide his cock to your entrance and in that moment you willed your eyes down his body and got a scarred hand to the jaw, pressing your face away to the side and growling deep in warning.
"S.. sorry.." You mumbled against his palm, looking up at the ceiling and obey his rules.
With your gaze fixed upward your head was released and Adar continued on to press the tip of his cock between your folds.
He felt different than before, spreading you wider now with only the head past your entrance. He didn't give you a chance to adjust as he kept rutting into you, a growl leaving him with every thrust.
His shape differed so much from before. He curved to perfectly rub against your most sensitive spot each time and you could feel thick ridges pull at your walls each time he pulled back.
"Big.. Slow pleaseee hurts.." You squirmed at his rough intrusion and you could feel parts stretch painfully that no one ever reached before.
Adar didn't reply, instead pulling your hips flush agains his making you scream from the pressure and altered his position to fuck into you even better. He had you folded between himself and the ground, teeth finding your chest and biting, leaving no skin ummarked as he continued his assault on your cunt.
"N.. no choices." He stammered with his cheek pressed against yours. His scarred hand holding your hips in place and the other held your wrists above your head.
His deep, erratic thrusts let you know he was getting close as well, chasing his release with harsh thrusts and panting breath. With each of your sounds, mewls and pleas his hand dipped lower down your body and found your clit. His rough fingers and cock combined were what sent you over the edge, walls clenching with a drawn out moan. The feeling of you finishing all over his length had Adar spilling deep within you with one last thrust, stilling entirely atop of you.
Adar's rough actions turned soft. Kind, nuzzling kisses and gentle touches to help you sit up and soothe your aching wrists that he unbound with care.
"I have not hurt you too much, have I?" With your discarded clothing he helped you clean up, his rough self now hidden behind caring actions.
"I'm alright. Just enough to not be too much." You smiled, wincing as he helped you up and took you to find clean garments and pack for your travels.
Adar carried the largest bag and kept away from people while you spent your last moments in your lands buying food that would last a while as you traveled.
As you left the community, your old life was behind you now. But in front of you was Adar, and you would walk to the end the world at his side.
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