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allur1ngs · 1 year ago

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✮ enflame ✮

TW: bada being too fine for her own good, a little bit of possessive!bada, lots of protective!bada, cold!bada (to anyone who isn't you), super brief mentions of violence, bada having beef w your bodyguard, pushy men, btw the picture to the farthest right is purely for aesthetics and not meant to represent reader’s skin tone or body type!!

SUMMARY: you manage to tear bada away from her work for an evening of shopping, where the soft spot she has for you is unveiled.

part iii. bloody knuckles

WC: 2.9k

A/N: read this for more background on this au. this is not exactly a part two to the headcanons but i got this idea out of nowhere so yeahhh

DISCLAIMER: all characteristics portrayed are purely speculation and fiction, they are not meant to reflect bada's actual character, values, or attitudes. please keep this in mind!!

From the moment Bada arose from her slumber, she sensed that her day would be draining. Usually, waking up before the sun had the chance to peak above the horizon wasn't difficult for her—so many years of doing so had made sleep fatigue all too familiar. However, last night, she stayed awake into the wee hours of the morning, something she typically tried to avoid.

So when her body starts to naturally wake up only a few hours later, she groans loudly into her pillow, squeezing her eyes shut and mentally cursing her past self for staying up so late.

Although all she wants is to stay in bed more than anything, she forces herself to rise from her plush king-sized bed and tosses the warm sheets aside.

Briefly, she turns around to gaze at the spot where she had just been lying when a thought strikes her. You must be asleep in your own bedroom. Curled up in a similar, large bed, a pocket of heat cradling your figure while your chest slowly rises and falls. Your eyes must be tightly shut, eyelashes fluttering as you fight to remain asleep despite the rays of sunlight that will soon begin to peek through your curtains. Your soft lips must be pursed together. Your lips...

Bada wishes you both shared the same bed. She wishes she hadn't been so courteous to buy you a new bed, comfortable sheets, and all the amenities you needed when you first arrived. She wishes instead that you were lying in her bed. She wishes she could wrap her arms around you, and pull you close whilst you slept. She wishes she could foster a beautiful heat between your two bodies. She wishes she could run her fingers across your skin--

Bada shakes her head, sighs loudly, and turns away sharply from her bed. She rubs her eyes as she makes her way over to her dresser, mumbling berating words under her breath for thinking of you in such a way. It's not appropriate and beyond that, those types of thoughts lead to feelings, which she does not--cannot have for you.

Bada's day seems to worsen after dressing herself in her usual attire, a freshly ironed black suit and slacks. The fabric touches her uncomfortably, and still feeling the edges of sleep mar her vision, everything is suddenly bothering her.

But the final nail in the coffin is when Lusher, one of Bebe's most trusted mafia members, walks into her office hours later, carrying a tray of breakfast.

Immediately looking up from the papers in front of her, Bada expects to see your lovely face greet her, but is met with Lusher's cheeky expression instead. She tries not to display her palpable disappointment, but concealing her feelings has never quite been her strong suit. Her mother had told her this many times when she was younger.

"Don't jump out of your seat in excitement, now." Lusher jokes, placing the breakfast tray on the desk.

Bada's lips tighten into a firm, thin line as she stares down at the food, feeling her hunger quickly escape her. "Thanks."

"I know I'm not who you wanted to see, but I can't lie, your disappointment hurts me." Lusher moves a hand to her chest, acting like she'd been wounded.

Bada sighs, shaking her head. "Why isn't she here this morning?"

"Still in bed, apparently." Lusher clasps her hands behind her back. "We found her asleep on the couches late last night. She must have been waiting for you to leave your office so she could wish you a good night, but ended up falling asleep out of exhaustion."

The butterflies that dance in Bada's stomach internally, are a stark contrast to the disapproving expression she wears externally. "I've told her many times not to wait up for me. It's not healthy to be staying up so late."

Lusher sighs dramatically. "You're telling me. How many times have I asked you to head to bed earlier?"

"That's different." Bada denies while picking up her golden ink pen and continuing to write. "I have work to do. Waiting so late into the morning just to wish me a good night is..."

"Sweet? Incredibly kind, and definitely a testament to how endearing your fiancée is?"

Bada clicks her tongue in annoyance. "What are you still doing here? Don't you have something better to do than bothering me?"

"You know there's nothing I like more than bothering you." Lusher shoots back with a sly smile.

Bada tried to continue working, she really did. She attempted to push through filling out papers, even though her wrist was screaming at her to take a break. However, come midday, she was already fed up.

Ruffling her hair and groaning loudly, Bada stands up from her table, the chair she'd been sitting out whining loudly against the floor. She wastes no time in shuffling to the door, grabbing the handle, and pulling it open.

Right when she does, she catches a flash of your figure walking down the hall toward her, your bodyguard only a few paces behind you. As her gaze connected with yours, she felt as if the world transformed, shifting from monochrome sketches to vibrant watercolor paintings

"Oh." You speak first, an easy smile finding your lips. "Good afternoon, Bada."

"Good afternoon." She greets back, trying her damnedest not to sound overjoyed at your presence. "Were you coming to see me?"

"I was." You nod. "I just wanted to let you know I'm planning on going to the mall."

"Are you now?" Bada says absentmindedly, her hand coming up to clutch at her tie and loosen it. The fabric suddenly feels much too tight around her neck.

"Yes..." You trail off, your eyes taking in how Bada's pale and lithe fingers grab at her tie and jostle it around, making it dangle a bit messily across her collarbones. Such a simple action should not be so attractive, no--it shouldn't. It's really ridiculous how easy it is for your fiancée to be so naturally alluring.

"That sounds nice." She hums. "Are you looking to buy something in particular?"

"No, not really." You shake your head. "I'm really just going to look around, and not stay at home all day."

Home. Bada's heart warms at you calling the mansion you both reside in your home. Although it technically is, it's different for you to perceive it as such. It means you feel comfortable here, with her--living with her--

"You should come with me." Your voice brings Bada out of her stupor, her eyes immediately finding yours.

Her mouth opens and closes dumbly, a clear look of shock painted across her face. She tries to quickly gather her bearings, half-heartedly muttering out, "I--I wish I could, but I have a lot of work to do--"

"Bada, all you do is work," you remark, crossing your arms over your chest. She has to force herself not to think about how cute you look doing so. "You deserve to have some downtime. Even if it is only for a few hours."

She stands there, still a bit shell-shocked, staring at you before her eyes shift to the figure behind you, finding your bodyguard, who is trying very hard to conceal her amused smile behind a shaky hand.

Bada's gaze turns icy as she eyes down your bodyguard, prompting the subordinate to immediately turn away and dispel her smile. "All right. I'll come with you."

"Wait, really?" You awe, your eyes going wide and your smile growing. "I didn't think you'd actually say yes."

"Well, you're right. I do need a break. At the rate I'm working at now, I'll never do anything productive by the end of the day." Bada admits with a tired smile. "Are you ready to go, then?"

"Yes." You begin to nod, but your smile slowly turns into a frown. "But you should change into different clothing."

For the second time that day, Bada is left surprised by your boldness. "Change? Why?"

"Don't you want to wear something other than a suit for once?" You ask innocently. "It seems... stuffy to be in it all day."

"Stuffy." She laughs breathily. "I guess you're right." Bada looks between you and your bodyguard. "Will you be all right to wait for me?"

"Of course." You smile.

"Great." She smiles back.

When Bada comes back, she isn't wearing her usual black suit. And although you'd been the one to suggest it, you're not quite ready for how amazing she looks in casual clothing.

A black leather jacket is draped over her shoulders, with slick white lines running down the sleeves and across the chest. She has paired the jacket with matching black leather pants and a black shirt.

In that moment, you want to scream at whatever higher power exists for making your fiancée so unfairly attractive. How were you supposed to act normal around her when her mere presence makes you hot below the collar?

Well, despite your internal struggles you give her a compliment before you're off to the mall, hopping into a sleek black sports car and speed away.

Your first destination in the large mall is a relatively luxurious clothing store. You can't lie; you had wanted to go into the store since you passed it on one of your trips to the mall without Bada, but you were too intimidated to enter. However, now, with her by your side, you feel much more comfortable stepping into the expensive store.

Approaching the door, your bodyguard begins to step forward, about to open the door for you like she always does, but Bada is quicker. She grabs onto the handle and opens the door, stepping aside to make room for you to walk in.

You look at her and smile while mumbling a soft thank you, to which she gives you a small smile back and nods. Your bodyguard begins to walk in after you, but again Bada is faster and enters the store, letting the door swing closed behind her. It almost hits your bodyguard in the face, making her flinch back and sigh.

"Keep a look out from there," Bada tells her sternly through the glass doors.

"Yes, Boss," your bodyguard begrudgingly mumbles back, understanding that this is payback for teasing your fiancée earlier.

Bada turns back around, her eyes easily finding you in the small crowd of people. You're looking around the store with wide eyes, a smile gracing your lips as you observe the embellished clothing around you. She smiles fondly to herself, finding every expression of yours much too cute for your own good.

However, before she can make her way to you, the familiar sound of a voice greets her from behind. Turning around, she finds In-Su, one of her business partners and the owner of the clothing store. Greeting him back, an air of professionalism immediately envelops her as she begins to engage in conversation with him

Meanwhile, you're in your own personal heaven. The clothing you've been browsing is exactly your style, and despite the high prices, you know you can afford it all, thanks to the black credit card Bada had gifted you.

A few minutes later, your hands are already starting to get full as you reach to pull another article of clothing from the rack when you suddenly feel a firm force push into your side, causing you to lose your balance and almost fall to the floor. making you lose your balance and almost fall to the floor. Thankfully, you manage to steady yourself before you do, huffing while turning to your right to see what--or more accurately who--had bumped into you.

"Excuse me." A well-dressed man stands a few feet away from you, his lips forming a snobbish frown.

Despite your irritation, you instinctively apologize. "Oh, sorry--"

"It's fine." He cuts you off, eyeing you up and down. "You should be careful where you stand."

Internally, you scoff at the man, but externally, you only mumble another half-hearted apology before turning away and walking down another aisle.

"Have I seen you before?" The man follows after you.

"I don't think so." You answer back flatly, trying to ignore him and busy yourself by flipping through pairs of jackets.

"I swear I've seen you before. I never forget the face of a beautiful woman."

This time, you're unable to control your expression and outwardly cringe. Is this random man who bumped into you flirting with you right now? After acting so rude?

You say nothing to him in response, choosing to completely ignore him instead.

"You know, when someone compliments you, it's common courtesy to say thank you."

Now you're starting to get increasingly anxious. You don't feel brave enough to confront the man, but he doesn't seem to understand that you're not interested and clearly uncomfortable with his advances.

Taking your silence in offense, the man scowls before grabbing your wrist rather roughly, making you drop all the clothing you'd been holding, and twists you around to face him.

You gasp at his painful hold, attempting to break away from him but unable to due to the sheer strength of his grip. "Let me--" you begin, but the words die in your mouth upon seeing someone standing behind him.

The man, who had been staring you down, notices the shift in your expression and suddenly becomes aware of a very strong presence behind him. He turns around, still gripping your wrist, and comes face to face with a scarily calm Bada Lee.

"Do you need something?" He snaps at her dumbly.

Bada stares down at him with steely eyes, her expression so devoid of emotion you're almost terrified for him. "I believe I should be asking you that question. Is there a reason why you're touching my fiancée?"

The man looks between you and Bada, scoffing disapprovingly. "Tch, she didn't tell me she was engaged."

"Even if she wasn't, in what world would it be appropriate to touch a woman who clearly isn't interested in your pathetic advances like that?" She asks rhetorically, her voice rising with every syllable. Clearly, her anger was getting to her.

The man grits his teeth, feeling his ego bruise because not only is Bada embarrassing him, but she's also easily intimidating him with her presence. "Hey, just who do you think you are?" He raises his voice to match hers.

"I think the real question is," Bada takes a step closer, leaving hardly any space between her and him, "who the fuck do you think you are?"

In that moment, the man's entire demeanor shifts. He turns to look around the store, finding every shopper, worker, and even the store owner staring back at him, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes set into firm glares. Some of them have their hands in their pockets or are grabbing something hidden next to them. His face pales, and looking back at Bada, her face starts to become familiar. He hadn't recognized her out of her normal formal attire, but now--

He gulps, quickly letting go of your wrist like your skin burned him and steps away from you both, his posture shrinking. He starts to make his way toward the exit, attempting to ignore the stares of everyone in the store but is stopped before he can make it out.

"And where do you think you're going?" Bada's hardened voice echoes through the store, making the man freeze in his spot, his entire body going rigid.

Bada's footsteps slowly approach him from behind again and stop just shy of him.

"You made her drop her clothing."

The man turns around, avoiding eye contact with Bada and finding your eyes instead. He's about to mumble an apology when she speaks up again.

"Pick it up." She demands flatly.

The man stays still in his spot, shocked and embarrassed. But clearly, he didn't move fast enough for Bada's liking, because he feels himself get shoved in your direction, almost falling onto his face.

"Do it. Now." She says, her voice bordering on yelling.

Immediately, the man throws himself onto the floor, scrambling to pick up every article of clothing he made you drop. He does so as quickly as possible, then stands up, about to pass you the clothing, when he feels Bada's unwavering gaze bore into him and decides it's in his best interest not to touch you anymore, so he carefully drapes the clothes across your arms.

He turns back to face Bada, approaching her with a cold sweat.

"Hold on." She stops him yet again. "You bumped into her, didn't you?"

"I--" He tries to explain himself but is cut off.

"Apologize."

This time, the man wastes no time in fulfilling her demands. He turns to you, apologizing profusely while shaking like a leaf. You're unable to even think about accepting his apologies before he practically runs to the store doors, throws them open, trying to leave the mall. But as always, Bada is ten steps ahead.

She nods at your bodyguard, who grabs onto the man's suit with little effort, turns him around, and punches him straight in the gut.

Bada then steps in front of you, blocking you from seeing what your bodyguard is doing to the man. Her hands grab the clothing from your arms, relieving you of their weight before slinging them across her right shoulder. She then gently holds your wrist up to her eyes, the ice behind them shifting to a warm and caring glow.

"Does it hurt?" She asks softly.

You feel your body turn to mush at the attention she gives you. "A little."

Bada sighs, leans in, and places her soft lips against your wrist, kissing it with a reverence and sweetness everyone besides you is surprised to see.

It's clear to everyone that the ice around Bada's heart melts only for you.

enflame: to excite to excessive or uncontrollable action or feeling

#bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee #bada #street woman fighter 2 x reader #swf2 x reader

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cyberkitty1 · 1 year ago

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I love your writing! Would you be able to write some fluffy headcanons about earth 42 miles meeting a quiet but not shy reader, and how they would be friends, and how they eventually start dating? Thank you - have a great day!!

Thank you so much i appreciate it <3

part 2

How do you guys meet?

You had a project together and everyone told you you’ll just have to do it by yourself because he does not care about school or grades.

Taken by surprise he actually reached out to you first catching you right when you were going to walk home.

He asked for your number and when you wanted to start.

“ Hey we gotta project in science together, when do you wanna start”

“ whenever you’d like” you say under your breath.

“hmm well wanna start like today I wanna get this done.”

“ yea sure, who’s house?“

“ I brought it up so mine”

And with that you followed him home.

When he opened the front door you where hit with and extremely delicious smell of authentic Puerto Rican food. Never in your life had you smelled something so good! Someone you assumed to be his mother spoke.

"Hola mi pequeño, cómo estuvo la escuela! ¡Oh, tienes una amiga! No me dijiste que alguien vendría, hubiera hecho más comida"

(Hello my little one, how was school! Oh, you have a friend! You didn't tell me someone was coming, I would have made more food)

“si, tenemos un proyecto escolar” he says motioning to you. She gives you the warmest smile “ well food will be done soon you can stay if you would like!” you ponder for a split second “ Yes I would love to Mrs. Morales”. “ Ok we gonna go work then”

You guys worked on the project pretty hard. Most of the time you could feel his eyes lingering on you. Buy nonetheless you guys were almost done! You decided to pause there because it was getting late. You completely forgot to tell your parents where you were; they decided to blow up your phone.

“ Hey um I cant stay for dinner Mrs. Morales Im sorry my parents need me home” “ Its ok mija! let me give you some to take home. “After giving you some food you turn to Miles. “ Thanks for having me over, we can finish on Friday if youd like?”

You said it quietly but your voice was invading his brain. “ Yea thats alright give me your number so we can talk later.” He says giving you his phone. “Yea sure”. You pass his phone back to him. “Good night Miles” you gave him the softest prettiest smile he’s ever seen.

He felt his ears heat up “good night”. He shuts the door then leans on the back sighing.

Rio looks over at him with a big smile on her face “Mi bebe esta enamorado ”

(my baby is in love)

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You have been fed for the week!! Ill try and get another done Friday but noooo promises.

Lmk if you want a part 2!

edit: part 2 will be pushed back, i don’t want it to be sloppy or badly written. I want to write to the best of my ability so please be patient!

#earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #atsv x reader #earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales #fluff #across the spiderverse #atsv #so fluffy #so much fluff #cute

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beetlejuicyy · 1 year ago

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Bruises | Bada Lee x reader

Bebe Gang AU

Pairing: gang member! Bada x reader

Synopsis: you take care of Bada after a fight. things get steamy (literally) by the end

Warnings: none i guess it's mostly fluff

Note: i had this idea for days in my head and had to write it down. at some point i even thought about a backstory about the first date to this but i was getting too messy and confusing. maybe i'll write it separately. hope you enjoy~

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It was on your third date when Bada blurted out that she was part of a gang. It was a very much needed refreshing summer night after a scorching day that you spent at work. Bada texted you unexpectedly, saying she happened to be around you neighborhood. You were both in front of the convenience store close to your apartment, munching on some ice cream. Her treat, she said. She was sitting on the plastic chair, her hair braided loosely falling over her shoulder. You were standing up, leaning against the table. You had been sitting on a chair all day, you told her when she asked you to sit next to her. And it wasn’t a lie. But more than that you loved the few moments you could see her from above and from afar, admire her lean and athletic figure as a whole. You were focused on her lips, though. She was wearing a white cap that covered her eyes, but you could clearly see her freezing and glistening lips in the streetlight as she was taking another bite. You had been stealing glances now and then, thankful for her cap otherwise she would have seen that ever since you met your mind was clouded with fantasies about her. And you hadn’t even kissed yet.

“Do you mind?” She asked. It was obvious she hadn’t planned it. She later confessed that the thought of you hating her because of it was too agonizing to keep on hiding.

“I... don’t mind.” You mumbled, embarrassed by the thought of being caught almost drooling over her. The shock of the new information wiped that feeling away quickly. “I really don’t.” You said again after getting hold of yourself. The distant city lights were pretty but not pretty enough to take your eyes off Bada.

“You might.” She said with a half smile, a mixture of both worry about the future and relief about the present. A smile that always made your heart shrink and almost explode into a million pieces.

And she was right. You knew it even in that moment that it was something you should put more thought into. Some would even call it a red flag, maybe a deal breaker. But it was too late for you by then. Anytime would have been too late. You thought about it on many nights like these, when she was late and you were waiting for her full of worry. The third date was actually a pretty decent moment to choose. The first date would have been too early, it would have ruined the mood. By the second date you were still trying to figure out if you could be a match, talking things like movies and childhood stories. Thinking about it, that night didn’t even qualify as a date, though every occasion you had to meet was a date to both of you.

You had had a crush on Bada for a long time before. She was the friend of a friend you happened to run into a couple of times. You never exchanged more than the usual greetings and small talk, but you couldn’t get her out of your mind since seeing her for the first time. It was a silly little crush that you were not going to do anything about, even though you felt butterflies in your lower stomach at the mention of her name.

We have to cancel tonight. I’ll be late.

She was already half an hour late when you got the text. Tonight was supposed to be a chill date at her place after a long time of both of you being busy and unable to see each other. Having a spare key, you got there earlier anyway, excited to see her.

I’m here already. See you later.

You knew it had to be something dangerous when she didn’t even say sorry for cancelling plans. She was always a baby, sulking and apologizing countless times when she wasn’t able to make it. That’s when you started to worry.

You looked for a movie to keep your mind busy while you waited for your girlfriend to come home. However, it was only a background noise in the empty apartment. All you could pay attention to was the ringing ambulance or the barking of a dog outside. Every notification you got on your phone you hoped it was another message from her. Your heart was beating faster full of worry, mind running to all the bad things that could happen.

I don’t mind. You told her that night but she knew you would. It was unfair to keep you waiting like this, have you worry every time she was late in case someone ganged up on her or she got into a conflict for her friends.

I know how to fight. Bada had tried to comfort you when you would inspect her bruises.

That’s the problem. You said. If you know how to fight you get into fights. She only half smiled like she did that night in front of the convenience store. That coy smile with only one corner of her mouth curled up that you found so attractive yet so annoying sometimes. You wanted to hit her too.

Yet, you never complained about it. You liked her too much.

After about an hour you heard the familiar beep of the front door being unlocked. You jumped from the bed where you had been scooping under a fluffy blanket, the cold air hitting your bare legs. You were wearing one of her oversized T-shirts.

Bada just got in by the time you stopped by the door in the hallway. She was taking her sneakers off and, as she leaned over to get her slippers she winced in pain, standing back up slower than usual. That’s when she saw you waiting for her. She smiled gently, opening her arms and gesturing for you to come closer. You rushed in her arms, holding her tightly. The T-shirt you had been wearing had only a faint memory of her scent but now you could feel it clearly. She winced once again when you hugged her and you wanted to pull away, scared that she is in pain. She only held you tighter, slender fingers brushing through your hair.

“Sorry I’m late.” She said in a low voice.

“Are you hurt?” You asked when she finally allowed you to pull away and have a look at her face. Even though she wanted to brush off the question, you noticed the scratch on her cheek and frowned.

“I’m fine.” She took off her jacket. That’s when you noticed it was way dirtier than when she left. “Are you mad at me?” Bada asked as you grabbed the jacket from her hands and looked at her with rather cold eyes.

“Of course I am.” Bada raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Look what you did to your pretty face! Do you know how much money I’ll have to spend on skincare to fix it?” She started giggling and touched her cheek carefully. It did sting. The more you looked at her entire body the more you started noticing details that you didn’t see at first. Bruises here and there, dirt and even some dark red on her T-shirt and chest. Your brain immediately realized it’s dried blood and your expression changed, feeling nauseous.

“It’s not mine.” She sighed, noticing your distress. You took a deep breath and turned around on your heels, feeling the need of fresh air.

“I’ll run you a bath. You get rid of these dirty clothes.” You said as you made your way to the bathroom.

“You’re so wifey today.” Bada teased as she followed you around the apartment. She stopped by the bathroom door, taking her clothes off as you instructed, leaving them in a pile next to the washing machine.

“Even I could beat you up in this state miss Bada Lee.” You rolled your eyes as you checked the temperature of the water and tossed in some scented liquid for bubbles.

“Really?” She asked. She took off her T-shirt and cargo pants, only her underwear left on. You didn’t hear her coming in the bathroom right behind you because of the running water. As you sat up and turned around, ready to say another sassy comeback to her teasing, you stopped and almost chocked on air. She was right in front of you, inches away, towering over your smaller figure. The top of your head barely reached past her shoulders and you looked up and down her body, not daring to look up in her eyes. Dried blood was staining her skin too, on her tummy and up her neck. Your eyes followed the lines of her tall and toned body, barely covered. You felt blood rush through your veins and you knew your face was undeniably red. Bada grinned, knowing how easily intimidated you were whenever she took advantage of the difference in height between the two of you. After a few moments that felt like an eternity you finally mustered up the courage to move away.

“I’ll get something for your face.” You mumbled, trying not to show how flustered you were. Bada’s tongue pushed against the inside of her cheek as she let you leave the bathroom quietly. After you closed the door rather loudly behind you she let out a giggle that she had been holding inside for your sake. You were so cute when you were all worked up like that. Because, as much as it was dangerous, Bada knew few things turned you on more than seeing her roughed up a bit. Maybe you had a savior complex. Or you were simply horny.

Nonetheless, as she waited for the bath to fill up, Bada inspected her body in the mirror. It was nothing serious, she had been through worse. Ignoring the dirt she guessed she would look perfectly fine after the much needed bath, leave two or three bruises that would only show their purple color the next morning. The wound on her face was indeed nasty, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed.

You came back after a while, after her body was warmed up and soaked in the vanilla scented water you had prepared for her.

“Thought you forgot about me.” She said, not bothering to open her eyes. Her hair was up in a messy bun so it wouldn’t get wet. Only her bangs were sticking to her forehead as her head was leaned back against the edge of the tub.

“I had to go buy some stuff we ran out of last time.” You said as you crouched next to her on the floor.

“It’s not that bad anyway. If I just wash my face a bit more carefully it’ll go away in no time.” Bada lazily opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. The bubbles in the water were covering up to her collarbone. “Why don’t you get in with me?”

“In your dirty water? No thanks.” You grinned and reached for the hair roller. Leaning over the bath tub you gently brushed her bangs before rolling them up so you could clean her face. “You should have washed your hair too.” You hummed.

“Wash it for me?” She asked, standing still like a doll letting you do your thing. A very pretty doll, you thought.

“Tomorrow.” You sighed and she smiled.

You gently wiped her face clean and disinfected the wound. She would hiss in pain at times but nonetheless it was a minor thing. You’ve seen her through worse. All while you took care of her Bada had her eyes closed, enjoying the pampering. Her body had relaxed completely and her muscles felt like jelly. She didn’t want to get out anytime soon, although the water was getting cold and was indeed dirty.

You didn’t want to admit it but she was right about her face. It wasn’t something that needed extra care and she could have handled on her own, washing around the scratch and covering it with a band aid. But you loved to take care of her. You loved to treat her gently, run your fingers over the curve of her jaw, observe every detail of her face. You watched as her lips moved and curled as you touched sensitive spots and her brows furrowed then straightened back in a calm expression. After you were done with the skincare and the products were well absorbed into her skin you took the roller out of her bangs and gently arranged the strands of hair on her forehead. Your eyes traveled lower, to her neck down her collarbones and her chest that was lost in bubbles. You didn’t notice when she peeped at you through her lashes, a bright gummy smile plastering all over her face.

“You’re so in love with me.” Bada said.

“Mhm.” You only agreed to her teasing, placing your forearms on the edge of the tub and resting your head on top of them. You weren’t even going to deny it or mind that your eyes were an open book for her. One of her hands made its way out of the water to touch your face gently. Foam and water was running down her fingers over the bruised up knuckles. “Does it hurt?” You asked and she moved her hand away to inspect it from afar. She tried to clench her fist then release, feeling the stinging sensation of bare flesh. You extended your arm too so you could reach her hand and carefully intertwine your fingers with hers.

“Hmm… My hand is bigger than yours.” She said and you chuckled.

“Fuckboy 101. Any other pickup lines from the streets?” You said sarcastically but a part of you was excited by all of these gentle touches between the two of you. So excited that, if you would let your intrusive thoughts win, you’d take her hand and place it around your throat-

“Only that you’re so pretty.” Something about the way she emphasized the last words only contributed to your excitement. It wasn’t the usual affectionate tone when she complimented your makeup, your outfit or simply your features out of pure love. It was something deeper and darker than that, almost like when she would call you pretty in bed when you’d be on top of her-

“Whatever gang fight you got into must have messed with your adrenaline levels and got you horny instead.” You tried to hide the fact that your mind had started to create fantasies in real time.

“Me?” Bada asked sheepishly as she pulled your hand closer and pressed her lips gently against it. You felt a very familiar sensation in your lower stomach. It was very entertaining to her, seeing you fight to hide what was obviously hiding behind your eyes when you would stare blankly at her. Maybe you were right about it and adrenaline really was to blame. Or maybe seeing you wearing her clothes did something to her.

Bada leaned forward, shivering when the colder air hit her bared back. She was about to get out of the water.

“This is going to be all green and purple tomorrow.” You said, the tip of your finger barely touching a spot on her back. She instinctively moved away from your touch. You were right, it really hurt. “You’re so sensitive I can’t even ride you properly yet you’re teasing me.” You teased back.

It was her time to blush. At least she could blame it on the hot water.

“So you have been thinking about it. Pervert.” You rolled your eyes at her. This bickering and teasing was something usual in your relationship. You sat up to grab the towel for her. When you turned back you froze in front of her for the second time that night. She had stood up, this time completely naked in front of you, water dripping down her body. It took all the strength inside you to simply swallow. You could feel the heat coming out of her body but there was another kind of heat coming from within you. As if you weren’t flustered enough, her fingers gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up this time. Her touch was warm and wet and arousing. “I’m cold.” She said as if she didn’t notice, as if she didn’t intend to make you feel like this. You knew and she must have known too that you were getting wet just because she barely touched you. “My towel?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You let the towel fall on the floor and placed your hands on her waist, pulling her closer. The water on her body wetted your T-shirt too but it didn’t matter. Standing on you tippy toes to reach her, you pressed your lips against hers, finally getting what you wanted since she got home. Her lips moved along with yours as your fingers dug into her skin, hungry to posses as much of her as possible. Her hands cupped both your cheeks as she took control of the kiss. Your fingers glided softly all over her skin from her hips to her waist to her breasts and-

“Ouch.” She breathed against your lips when you pressed against a bruise.

“Sorry.” You mumbled. She brushed her lips lightly against yours.

“Let’s take this out of here.” Bada said and you grabbed her hand in excitement, rushing her to the bedroom.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #bada lee imagine #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada x reader

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onlyhereforthestories · 8 months ago

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Comeback Queen - Part 2 (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

What a comeback she has had! I hope everyone enjoyed the game today, I know I certainly did. Here is the second part of the fic for our fave no 11.

You had managed to get ready on time, Alexia however was still in the bathroom, but this wasn’t uncommon. You were always the first ready out the two of you, you weren’t really a make-up person and normally opted for an easy put-up hair style so it just meant you had less to do to get ready.

You decided to put a little bit of tinted lip balm on, so you were just in the mirror applying that when Ale came out of the bathroom in a pair of trousers that hugged her waist just right, a white shirt with the top couple buttons undone which you knew was for you and a blazer hung over her arm.

You stopped what you were doing mid lip, you just stared at the woman through the mirror in awe. She never failed to take your breath away with any of the outfits she wore, comfy or formal. she glanced at you as she was putting her earrings in and noticed your stare through the mirror. “Like what you see mi amor?” The smirk on her face was also audible in her voice.

“You know I more than like babe. I swear you got hotter though, did you change your gym poutine? Get more muscle?” Your eyes roamed the Spanish star as you said this, the smirk on her face dropped a little and her cheeks flushed. Your ogling was obviously more than just appreciating, and Alexia knew what was running round your mind as much as you were imagining it.

“Okay amor wherever this libido came from save it for later.” Your cheeks burned red immediately and you averted your eyes away from your wife in favour of busing yourself sorting your bag you would be taking. Alexia chuckled at your reaction, it had been a recurring theme recently you and your increase want for sex. Not that Alexia was complaining at all, shed happily worship you every minute if she could but it was different for you.

She made her way over to you and wrapped her arms around you from behind, her large hands coming up to cover your stomach something that spread warmth through you. You leant into the contact and relished in the feeling being in her arms brought you, the moment was short lived as Alexia’s phone blared from where it was on charge next to your bed. Mapi’s face on the screen staring back at you. Alexia groaned a little in your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek and letting you go to answer her best friends call.

Whilst she spoke in rushed Spanish you left the room to get your shoes and coat on, you knew that call meant the couple was ready to go and if Mapi was calling they really were ready to go.

The journey to pick them up was uneventful and before you knew it the four of you were walking into the function room hired out for the team dinner today. The girls cheered as Alexia walked into the room, chants of her name rang round, and you could see the joy this brought the Spaniard. She really did love this team and you could tell they loved her.

The night was amazing, you all ate great food and celebrated the return of your favourite person to the sport that she loves so very much. As the evening went on and everyone was sat chatting after the food you could feel yourself getting tired, you were trying to hide yawns behind your hand and shifting every so often as you kept getting uncomfortable.

Your hiding hadn’t gone as well as you thought, you were talking to Ingrid who was sat next to you and shifted once again. Only this time as you shifted you felt the palm of your love on your thigh, you turned to look at her and found her giving you a concerned look. “You okay bebe?”

You gentle grabbed her hand off your thigh and laced your fingers with hers, giving her hand a squeeze before you replied. “Si, don’t worry just a little uncomfortable sat in once place for a long period it’s okay though.” The woman gave you a small frown and went to stand up but before she could you gave her a tug on the hand you were still holding.

“We can go home bebe, I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable.” You were flattered by the gesture, but you knew that it wasn’t what you actually wanted. Although you were tired and a little uncomfortable you would happily be that to chat with your friends and celebrate your girl.

“Thank you, my love, but I’m okay promise. The food is finished we won’t be here a great deal longer I’ll be okay until then.” You could tell by the look she was giving you that she was making sure, so you squeezed the hand in your three times and that was enough for the woman to smile back at you knowing you meant it.

Just before she could turn back to her conversation with Irene you caught her attention once more, “But as I am making this big sacrifice to celebrate you, you can give me a foot rub when we get home.” You sent her a wink to accompany your words, both to show you were joking mostly but also wouldn’t mind it happening.

“Oh, bebe I think I can stretch to a little more than a foot rub.” Your cheeks flushed a little as you laughed at where the woman’s mind went. With a light shove to her shoulder and a kiss to her lips you let her go back to her conversation. You didn’t miss the way her eyes roamed your upper body before she turned away, you would never get used the too butterflies she brought to your stomach each and every time she looked at you like that.

This morning had been a struggle to get going, Alexia had definitely followed up on what she said at dinner which meant that you were fairly tired this morning. Luckily for you, you were still part of the injury list, so you had less work to do than your wife. Not that Alexia was fussed she wasn’t as physically tired, and it was only a recovery day after yesterday’s game anyway.

You had just finished breakfast in the canteen and were heading to the film room with the rest of the team to go over some of the plays for the game the day before when you were it with a wave of sickness. You were quick to excuse yourself from your chat with Lucy and Kiera and made a beeline for the toilets. You got there just intime to bring up the breakfast you had just eaten.

Your stomach settled right away after that, and you were quick to rinse your mouth and wash your hands before rushing to get to the film room intime and without suspicion. As you sat down in your seat next to Ale, she gave you a puzzled look which you brushed off with a smile and a squeeze to her thigh.

You sat and listened as the coaching stuff went over a few things and pointed out a few parts of the game they wanted to work on over the next few training sessions. Just before you finished, they showed Ales goal again just to get the cheer from the girls and the slight dip of embarrassment from the goal scorer.

Recovery day started with a light gym session which meant that the injured players and fit players would be together, everyone with their own things to do for the session. You were currently working with Mapi who has been stepping up her training over the last couple weeks.

You on the other hand have been staying at a fairly low level, something that hadn’t slipped past Mapi. “So amiga when are you getting back to the proper work?” You looked a little confused towards the dyed blonde who was currently in between sets.

“I’m just doing what I’m told.” Your answer was brief and vague causing the woman to frow a little, but she let it go thinking maybe you were upset that you could not progress further.

Mapi wasn’t the only one to ask you about your recovery, Aitana had too when you went to get some water and she was by the bottle too, even Irene had asked about your return date. You kept you answers as short as possible, but you knew someone soon was going to really ask what your injury was.

You were trying to get to speak to Alexia alone quickly before everyone headed out onto the pitch, but you just couldn’t catch her eye or get away from the players with you. You knew it wasn’t going to be long before you would have to tell everyone, but you needed to talk to the brunette first, make sure she is okay with telling people.

You finally caught the woman’s eye when you were all stood in a circle around Jona listening to his pretraining talk. Alexia came and stood next to you as he started speaking her hand resting on the small of your back. You were listening to what Jona said until Alexia spoke quietly in your ear.

“You okay amor? The girls have been questioning you a lot I hear.” You nodded slightly before you spoke.

“I think we need to tell them; it won’t be long until they will see anyway.” Alexias’s hand slid round to your hip to pull you into her a little more.

“Si I agree, time to tell them.” This ended the conversation, and you tuned back into the team talk just before it was concluded, and the players full training went off for warmups. You followed Mapi over the sidelines where you would be doing some light work.

After the warm-ups and the first set of drills you joined back up with the rest of the girls for a drinks break. You slotted in next to Ale and joined in the conversation there. They were obviously talking about your wife and Frido’s return to the pitch and when you were noticed Aitana directed her talk to you.

“Next up is your big return y/n.” You glanced at Ale who stepped closer to you and nodded.

Taking this as your go ahead you spoke, “You’ll have to wait for at least a year for that.” The girls around you looked at you in shock.

“What why? You didn’t do your knee; in fact we have no idea what injury you picked up.” Patri was the one to speak up first, you let her speak and looked around at the girls in your little circle right now. You saw the moment Keira understood what it meant, what you meant.

The grin on her face grew the moment you nodded. She was on you in a second, giving you a big hug and whispering congratulations in your ear. When the other girls continued to look confused you saw your wife roll her eyes.

“You are all idiotas, y/ns pregnant. We are having a baby.” It was safe to say everyone was shocked for a moment before you were in the middle of a Barca team hug, congratulations being shouted out.

“I’m going to be the favourite aunt!” You laughed at Ingrids shout which immediately brought on bickering throughout the group.

You stood in the arms of the woman you loved, watching as your football family argued about who was going be your baby’s favourite. You truly were the luckiest woman alive, and you knew your baby would be so loved.

“We did good aye.” You smiled up at Alexia as she spoke.

“We did really good, Te amo.” Alexia leaned down to press her lips to yours and brought her hands to cover your stomach.

“I love you both.”

#woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #alexia putellas imagines #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

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mikachacha · 1 year ago

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𝙳𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: Bada got drunk during a celebratory party and you saw some pretty wild videos of her when her teammates took her home

Warnings: Drunk Bada and some shenanigans 💀

(A/N: Idk if I got this as a request or just a suggestion. It was on my fic wheel so I gave it a shot 🥹🥹)

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"So uhh.. Bada had way too much to drink earlier at the celebratory party.." Tatter explained as they had to drag Bada's ass to your shared house. You looked at your very drunk girlfriend and helped them drag her to the couch. You invited the girls for coffee and tea which they gladly accepted since it was a rather chilly night.

"Unnie, you should've seen how Bada-unnie panicked because she got drank and she was scared you might get angry at her for that." Lusher recalled while Tatter fumbled with her phone to show you the exact video and some more. Bada was close in tears, words slurred as she was repeatedly calling your name and saying sorry that she was drunk which you found funny and endearing. She's still thinking of you even in that condition. You found more videos like Bada singing at the top of her lungs along with team Bebe who were equally as drunk except Lusher and Tatter who's on look out duties. It was pure chaos.

"Did she just kiss her phone screen?" you asked after seeing a short clip of Bada kissing her own phone screen. The two girls burst out laughing at the memory of their leader flirting with the phone screen and even kissing it multiple times.

"A little bit of context.. So Bada-unnie wanted to call you earlier to let you know she might be home later than she told you but then got distracted since she saw your picture on her lock screen. Began flirting with the said picture and kissing her phone multiple times." Lusher explained and you glanced at your drunk girlfriend on the couch then at the girls. Dear goodness. Bada gets absolutely chaotic whenever you're not around. You weren't able to come earlier since you were working on your business.

You watched more videos the two took before you called a cab home for the girls so they can finally get some much needed rest. After you were sure that they're okay, you went to your girlfriend who's awake and looking very confused.

"Where am I?? Why is it so quiet?" Bada asked while looking around. She couldn't remember how she got there or how she got home.

"Baby Lusher and Tatter took you home since you got really really drunk at the party." you explained to her and she looked up at you, a grin on her face before turning back into a confused expression.

"Wait, why do you look like my girlfriend?? Are you trying to be her so I'll go home with you? No thanks! I only love my Y/N.. No impostors could ever take that.." Bada slurred out that got you giggling. She really is drunk but it made you happy that even in that state, she won't be going off with anybody.

"Dummy. It's Y/N or have you forgotten?" you crossed your arms over her chest and she looked at you, squinting as if it would help her see better. She made a loud gasp before pulling the best innocent smile she could ever make.

"Oh hi baby.. I'm not drunk, I swear.. Just tipsy." she says and you sat down on the couch with her. She immediately leaned on your shoulder, giving you a kiss on the cheek before falling asleep. Knowing that she wouldn't be budging any time soon, you carefully got up to get some comforters, pillows and blankets from your room and set it down on the carpeted floor. You struggled to get Bada on the make shift bed but you eventually did. You helped her change clothes and freshen her up the best way you could so she'd be comfortable.

When you were finished tending to her, it was almost 3 am. You yawned and snuggled up against your girlfriend and fell asleep. The next morning, you woke up rather late since you slept late as well. Panic sets in because you're supposed to be at work right now plus making Bada something since you know too well that she's got a nasty hangover. Speaking of Bada, you sat up and found the spot next to you empty. You're confused. Did Bada went somewhere without waking you up?

"Baby? Where are you?" you called out and Bada peeked from the kitchen, a smile gracing her lips as she looked at you who just woke up.

"I'm here, my love. Was just about to wake you up with breakfast.. Well brunch in bed but I see that you're already awake." she says and you got up, going towards her before hugging her tight.

"You were so drunk last night.." you told her and you could feel her tense up. You looked up at her, she looked rather nervous at the mention of her getting so drunk the night before.

"How drunk are we talking about here?" she asks and you pulled away to sit on the chair to eat some toast. Your stomach is already rumbling from hunger.

"Like very very drunk. I think Lusher and Tatter forwarded the videos on the group chat then when they left, you woke up for a bit and you were really confused. Then you accused me of being fake and trying to seduce you before you fell asleep on my shoulder." you gave her a rundown of some events and Bada's cheeks as well as the tip of her ears are as red as a tomato. She sat down, eyes wide as she looks at you, wanting to find out if you're joking or not but seeing you're telling the truth, she just rested her head on the table. She's mortified by her drunk actions.

"Really? I did those? Babe.. I'm really sorry I put you through that. I swear I'm not gonna drink that much again." Bada was beyond guilty that she gave you such a hard time taking care of her considering you're already tired from running your family's business that you inherited.

"Hey baby.. It's okay. Maybe just tone down on the soju a little bit next time so you don't end up like that?" you assured and she sighs, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles.

"Will do.. How about this, we stay in today and watch movies while cuddled up. Then we order food and drinks so you don't have to cook. And then I massge your feet and shoulders since I know you're stressed the past few days?" she offers and you felt like a kid who just received the best gift on Christmas hearing her offer. You could really use a day off right now and what Bada's offering is perfect.

"Deal!" you grinned and she chuckles, feeding you some bacon. She's glad that you're not too mad at her and that she could spend some quality time with you after not being able to due to the competition and your business.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada x reader

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femme4ngel · 2 years ago

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jealousy 🧸- kylian mbappe

( this was actually a request, i hope u like it!)

𐐪♡𐑂 summary: suddenly you find yourself getting jealous of your boyfriends best friend.

𐐪♡𐑂 : kinda angst but everything turns out okay!

𐐪♡𐑂 pairing: kylian mbappe x fem reader

you know you shouldn’t feel like this. you know they’re only friends. you know he doesn’t see her like that. but still somehow jealousy starts eating you from the inside. everytime he says “ she will be there too” or “ i went out with her last night”, your stomach twists into a sour knot. and you know he would never. he would never even look at another woman like that. but still. you can’t stop thinking about how close he holds her, his hands on her waist, the kisses she gives him, the pictures the paparazzi takes of them, the instagram stories and captions. she’s been his best friend for two years now, and you have been together for 4. you never had any problems with their relationship, you were never jealous or bitter. matter of fact over the years you became quite close with her as well, going on “threesome” dates, going to the cinema together or rooting for kylian from the stands. but in the last two weeks something changed. kylian became somewhat distant, and as he drifted away from you, he became closer to her. you realize that he’s been ditching you for her more frequently, telling you he’s s going to hangout with his friendgroup and you realizing he was only with her from paparazzi pictures later. this evening you decided to end the overthinking and just talk to your boyfriend. you arrived to the award ceremony ( to which you came alone, while kylian arrived with her…). you felt confident in your dress, the red velvet hugging your curves, your hair was in a slicked back bun, and you were wearing a gold necklace kylian gifted you. you circle the room, anxiously looking around searching for kylian or at least some of his teammates. you end up finding kylian sitting at a table, squeezed into her, with their heads pushed together, whispering about something. you feel a sudden pain in your chest, and tears start forming in your eyes. you quickly blink them away and approach your boyfriend, lightly tapping his shoulder to make him realize you arrived. he looks up to you with a surprised, guilty look on his face, staring at you for a second then standing up and pulling you into a hug.

-“ hi y/n i think your seated next to ney actually, at that other table.”- he says, pointing at a table on the other side of the room. your so confused. first of all he never calls you by your name. it’s always bebe, or amour or love. and second of all why aren’t you sitting next to him? he’s kylian mbappe for christ sakes! he could’ve talked to someone at the event about the sitting arrangement! he could’ve made sure that his girlfriend would be the one sitting next to him! you stare at him with an angry, hurt look on your face but end up deciding on not confronting him in front of all these people. you just give him an ugly look and walk away. you can feel his eyes on you but decide to ignore it, walking up to neymar and his friends. the rest of the evening actually goes pretty well, ney is very sweet and funny, you find yourself laughing and having fun, not even thinking about kylian. everything is going okay till kylian wins an award. because then, he walks up to the stage and says thank you to everyone. (i mean everyone, from his first coach to his gardener) except you. he even gives a special shout out to “his best friend, who has been so helpful to him in these past weeks.” thats the point you lose it, and not caring about the cameras or anything anyone has to say you walk out of the room with the tears now flowing down your face. you just feel confused, awful and unwanted. why did he even invite you here? why didn’t he mention you in his acceptance speech? you were the one who was there for him 24/7. you were the one drying up his tears, the one healing his heart after every lost match, the one making him food, the one giving him massages. you were the one giving him all your love. you storm to the bathroom,sitting with your back to the door and just start sobbing into your hands. after 30 seconds you feel a push on the door and as you move away to look up you see kylians face peeking into the bathroom.

“ go away kylian. please leave me alone. ill get a cab and get out of here as soon as i can. and you can go wherever you want to..” - you tell him, looking up at his face with the tears sliding down your cheeks, your chest hurting.

- “can i come in please? amour, can you move further from the door? “- he asks, and his voice is so soft and kind you automatically do as he says.

he enters the room and sits down next to you, now his back is at the door. he looks straight into your eyes, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

- “im so sorry for hurting you in any ways. i know your upset, and i think i know why. can i explain?”- he looks so guilty, his eyes are full of hurting.

you dont reply anything just nod, while sniffling and wiping away the tears.

- “i think your hurt because iv been so cold and distant, right? and because i didn’t mention you tonight. and because… you weren’t sitting next to me.. am i right?-“ he asks softly, keeping his eyes only on your face, holding your hands in his, drawing circles on your palm with his fingers.

- “yes. and i.. i dont know iv just felt so unwanted. and i didn’t wanna run out on you like this! iv been meaning to talk to you, but it just got too much. “- you reply. you can’t even look him in the eyes, now that your realizing how dramatic you acted. but at the same time he really hurt you, and maybe this was an appropriate reaction? you keep gazing at the floor, slowly relaxing into his touch. your just know realizing how much you missed him, his body, his words, his comfort.

he takes a deep breath before talking.

- “okay i know this is gonna sound ridiculous. but. we have been planning a surprise birthday party for you. it was going to be huge, iv invited your whole family and.. if i just spent too much time with you i would have blew the surprise! if i look at you for too long, i just cant keep anything to myself. you are my best friend and i cant keep secrets from you, and.. and this was a very important surprise. i know its dumb, and i’m so sorry for hurting you, i just really wanted this to be unforgettable.”

you can’t believe your ears. all this for a surprise birthday party? your boyfriend has been icing you out because he was planning you a party?? oh god. you suddenly feel awful and guilty. how could you think he was cheating on you? and with his best friend? thats when it hits you. shes a professional wedding and party planner! so thats why they have been spending so much more time together… she was helping him plan your party!

you start laughing,which results in kylian looking at you like you v gone mad.

- “what? … are you okay amour? are you not mad at me?”- he asks with a rather confused expression on his face.

-“ no no no im not mad at you silly. i love u so much. but please next time never ice me out like this. id rather you ruin the surprise then not spend time with me. “- you tell him, wrapping your hands around his neck, giving him a deep kiss.

he’s surprised but so glad and relieved that your not mad at him. you end up kissing on the bathroom floor, your hands in his hair ( he’s okay with You messing up his waves…) his hands on your back, caressing you through the dress. the night ends when someone tried to come into the bathroom, thats when you gather yourselves as quickly as you can and exit the building, basically running to a car like someone’s chasing you. youv been missing kylian and kylians been missing you, and you show eachother just how much when you get home..

#football imagines #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe #kyky #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe x you #mbappe imagines

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phoxey · 11 months ago

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Decide.

Lusher x Bebe!reader

This is part one, for part two click here

CW: Very angsty. toxic. homophobia.

AN: This is the Angst oneshot i promised my favourite Anon. Enjoy!

Seoyoung and you were known as the power couple within Bebe. You two had known each other since you were toddlers, your moms being best friends and neighbors. It was only natural for the both of you to become the same. You were best friends through both of your entire school careers. You two even started dancing together one day.

During Highschool you two got impossibly closer, through your family abandoning you as soon as you came out as a lesbian to them. Seoyoung’s family took you in and not much later you ended up confessing your feelings to your best friend, who promptly became your girlfriend. You became inseparable.

Your relationship wasn’t public, but SWF2 fans were quickly catching up on the sweet little interactions between the two of you. There were rumors about the two of you immediately after the first episode aired. But with the rumors, the comments started.

Lusher wouldn’t be with an ugly ass girl like her…

Fucking lesbians,,, so fucking disgusting

Lusher is wayyyyyyyyyyy too pretty…

Bada x Lusher >>>>> YN x Lusher

YN doesnt have a good character or visual… don’t know what Lusher sees in her.

And those were only the tame comments, that didn’t get filtered by the algorithm. You could also see the comments and DMs, that the public didn’t get to see. Wishing Lusher would break up with you, suggesting Lusher cheating on you with Tatter or Bada, death threats even…

They took a toll on your mental health, even though you knew that Seoyoung would never listen to the comments. She even told you to not mind them.

“It’s hard not to mind them. They are practically screaming it into my face.”, you sighed.

Seoyoung took your hand. “They will stop one day, I promise. After SWF2 is over, they will probably lose interest in us, so we just have to make it until then.”

She smiled gently and kissed your intertwined fingers as tears rolled down your face.

“We will get through this, okay? I promise.”, she said and you nodded slowly, giving her a weak smile.

But the comments didn’t stop or get less. They only got more.

They made you hyperaware of your every interaction with the members and especially Seoyoung. You tried keeping your distance and control your face around her. She usually always made you smile with her mere existence. But you couldn’t help hearing the comments. They were haunting your head, day and night.

Every time Seoyoung initiated intimacy you blocked her off, you weren’t in the mood. Not when the comments only said that she was too good for you.

During dance practice you were exhausted easily and hotheaded. You choreographed one part of the mega crew mission and were so short tempered that you even ended scolding Cheche and Kyma so harshly, that they ended up crying. Bada grabbed your arm and dragged you out into the hallway.

“What the hell was that?”, Bada said angrily.

“What? They kept making mistakes!”, you defended yourself.

“So? No reason to scream at them!”, Bada answered.

“I have explained it over and over. It’s not that hard, they should get it.”, you huffed.

“You know what? I think you can’t teach your choreography well right now. I think we should change the choreographer.”, Bada said.

You widened your eyes. “Bada! You can’t do that!”

“I can! And I will… I am the leader. And I will do what is best for all the girls. You are not in the right mind to choreograph.”, she said and went back into the practice room.

Frustrated you walked into the Bebe hideout and kicked against the couch and threw a pillow into the corner of the room. Fuming you stood there for a moment.

You heard the door open and felt arms wrap around you, but you immediately pulled out.

“Don’t touch me, Seoyoung.”, you hissed.

Pain was in her eyes. “Who are you?”, she whispered.

“Seoyoung, don’t fucking do this to me now.”, you groaned.

“Do what? It’s true! I can’t recognize my own girlfriend anymore!”, Seoyoung said calmly, her face changing from sadness to anger.

“Well, then maybe you should listen to your fans and finally break up with me, since I’m such an insufferable human being.”, you huffed.

“Please. Don’t be like that. You are being unfair.”

“I am being the unfair one? Really? I have been holding out! Silently accepting their comments. You don’t even see how the affect me. You just go around and enjoy their love and you happily pay the price. You pay for their love with my suffering! I think you are unfair.”

“Baby…”

“Don’t fucking ‘Baby’ me, Seoyoung. I have to watch you being friendly to the people that hate me.”

“It’s not like that. Please listen to me.”

“I listened enough. You don’t care about what they do to me.”

“I do! I just can’t change it! Not without admitting the rumors.”

“Then let’s go public. Defend me. Fucking fight for me. Just once.”, you said then.

Seoyoung shook her head, unbelieving.

“We would hurt Bebe if we go public. Just wait a little longer. After the competition, we go public. I promise.”, she practically begged.

“Are you ashamed of me?”

“No! I love you!”

“Then tell the world.”

“Baby, please. Bebe-…”

“Bebe or me, Seoyoung.”

Her eyes widened. “You are not doing this to me right now.”

“I am.”, your eyes were cold.

“You are joking.”

“Decide.”

#swf #swf2 #team bebe #lusher x reader #lusher #lusher lee

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azsazz · 2 years ago

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Destination Unknown

Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Hey!! So I was wondering if you would write a fic about Rhysand having a wife/partner for like a century or more before Under the mountain happened and then 50 years later he comes back with a mate. How do you think that would go? Would he choose feyre over someone he has known and loved for centuries? If he does choose feyre I think it definitely wouldn’t go over well lol. Imagine waiting 50 YEARS for someone only for them to dump you.

Warnings: UTM themes

Word Count: 1,304

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“I’ll only be gone for a little while,” Rhysand laughs into the crook of your neck when you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him close to you. “I’ll stay for dinner and you, Darling, will be my dessert.”

You hum blissfully at his words. It’s a good idea, but you have an even better one.

“How about, I’ll be your dinner, and then we can go into town for dessert?” your tone is low, every word reverberating through his bones, a sultry suggestion that has his nicely pressed pants tightening.

“You beautiful, wicked female,” he purrs. He can’t help himself, leaning down to capture your lips in a long, filthy kiss that only leaves you wanting more.

That had been fifty years ago.

It’s been haunting you ever since, nearly every single evening was the same nightmare. You could picture the cunning smile on his face, righting his disheveled hair with a remark that had almost made you get out of bed and cling to his side so he wouldn’t leave.

You really wished that you had.

Instead, you sit at his desk, the worn leather chair and thick oak desk a reminder that Rhysand wasn’t in the house, nor the court. He was trapped.

It had been hard not to go after him. You had been his second in command at the time the warnings came, the same message to all of you and the Inner Circle, that something had gone wrong, Amarantha had trapped him and all of the other High Lords under the mountain, that you were to lock down the city and reign over the court in his place, until he could make it back home.

You’d had plans. Well thought out ones too, of how to free him and the others from that wretched bitch. Well…perhaps not thought out, as you were a female helplessly in love. You’d do anything to try and save Rhysand, even if it meant exposing the Night Court to the wrath of Amarantha.

But then you’d heard what she had done to the other courts out of spite. The havoc she wreaked and lives she took for her own selfish reasons. The irrevocable damage she’d created.

It had been the best thing to do for the Court, to stay hidden and protected, because that’s what Rhysand requested.

So for fifty years you had been dependent on Tamlin to find a human and have that human fall in love with him. It wasn’t looking good.

Hope was far away now, and you’d found it harder and harder to stay sane as the days passed by and Rhysand was gone. You knew that your friends felt much the same, for Azriel’s gaze always seemed haunted and Cassian had been bound for the bar and brothel more nights than not. Mor had been nothing like the perky blonde you knew, happy as ever, and Amren…well, she seemed like the only one who kept her head on straight.

The door to the study bursts open, startling you in your seat. The paper you were supposed to be reading slips from your fingers at Azriel’s frantic look and you stand from the chair, moving around to the front of the desk to meet him as he stalks towards you.

Your stomach drops. You’d been friends with the shadowsinger for a long time now and had hardly seen any form of emotion on his face, especially one so obvious. It can’t mean anything good.

“What’s going on?” You’re afraid to ask.

“It’s Rhys,” he pants, grabbing your hand, “He’s back.”

Your mouth falls open in shock as Azriel takes your hand, immediately winnowing you to the House of Wind. Your heart is racing like the quick wing beats of an Illyrian bebe, just learning how to fly. You squeeze Azriel’s hand tighter in yours because you can’t quite believe it–

He’s there. Clutching onto Mor and sobbing like he had been when he’d found out about his mother and sister and had come running to your house in the middle of the night, tear stained and drunk, falling into your open arms for comfort.

Your knees give out at the sight. Azriel is there though, keeping you steady on your feet because you suppose someone has to. You’re in such shell shock that he’s here. He’s here and you can’t take your eyes off of him. He’s paled out quite a bit, thinner than you’ve ever seen him, and–

Rhys looks up and your gazes meet.

The world goes still.

There’s no one on the balcony except for you two. His eyes…there's a trace of that vibrant life buried deep inside of them but there are no stars in sight, only harrowing shadows that lick up your spine and cause you to shudder.

“(Y/N),” he says, voice like gravel.

And then you’re moving towards him, as fast as you can. He doesn’t untangle himself from his cousin's arms because maybe he’s scared to. Maybe he’s been having similar nightmares to you, of that night, of the last time he’s seen everyone. But he’s here, he’s really here.

You collapse beside the two, raising your arms so that you can cling to him. Hug him with all of your might and never let him go–

He flinches.

It’s subtle, but you still catch it, arms faltering at your sides.

Rhys doesn’t give you a chance to overthink it, pulling away from a teary eyed Mor to take you into his own grasp, pulling you tightly against his chest.

Your fingers find the fabric of his shirt, twisting into painful fists as you let your tears come loose, spilling down your cheeks and absorbing into the scratchy material of it. He presses his lips to your forehead and they burn, but in a good way. A way that tells you that this whole thing is real. He doesn’t move them, just keeps his mouth pressed to your skin because it’s grounding him as much as it’s grounding you, cradling your head to his chest.

It’s silly, you think, because you should be the one holding him like Mor was. He was the one who had just escaped from under the mountain, trapped for fifty years. Rhys shouldn’t be the one consoling you.

“She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead,” Rhys mutters, over and over and over again like a mantra, like he doesn’t quite believe anything that’s happening right now.

“She’s gone and you’re back, baby,” you speak wetly, pulling back to hold his face in your hands. His cheeks are sunken, dark circles tattooed around his eyes. His inky black hair is matte, not shiny and full of life like it had been before he’d gone to that dreadful dinner.

He hardly looks like Rhys anymore.

There’s a look in his eyes that you can’t quite pin down, guilt of some sort. But it isn’t his fault. It has never been. You know terrible things had happened down there and that Rhys did all that he could to survive, to keep the Court protected, and you’re ready to be here for him, work through things, all on his time.

But he’s breaking again, broken. A heart-wrenching sob escapes from his bitten raw lips, tears streaming down his face as he brushes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear.

It doesn’t feel right. It feels like he’s sobbing for another reason, completely unbeknownst to you. He keeps staring at you and if it’s because he missed you as much as you missed him, you welcomed it, but something doesn’t quite seem right.

And his next words have the heart that had just been pieced back together shattering completely, blown away with the crisp Night Court breeze.

“The girl that saved us. She’s my mate.”

#rhysand #rhysand x reader #rhysand/reader #rhys x reader #rhys/reader #rhys angst #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotarxreader #rhys #azsazz

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augustrambles · 2 years ago

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Could you do a platonic main four and male reader? Probably trying to convince you to join a scheme of theres when you’re hesitant to leave the house, even though you want to participate

a/n: ty 4 requesting!! woohoo male reader❗

male!reader x main four

warnings: underage drinking and use of drugs, smoking, he/him prns

currently, [name] was on videocall with his friends.

"i dont know about this, y'all know how bebe's parties are, you guys are probably going to end up wasted."

"c'mon [name], dont be a pussy like cartman is!"

"fuck you stupid jew!"

"mfm mphrhm hmprh mphr"

"well yeah, but what if i get caught?"

"[name], you are not going to get caught, fucks sake! we've done this more than once so stop being such a pussy, man up, and go with us, UNLESS you wanna be a loser."

"fuck you cartman, but fine ill go then"

"woohoo!"

"we can have a, quote on quote, sleepover at my place so your parents think you're at my house."

"yeah, that'll work"

"kay, talk to yall later."

the videocall ended and [name] placed his phone on the night desk. he was slightly worried about getting caught, but he decided to ignore the feeling.

"hey mom, i'm going to stay over at stan's house tonight, ok?" he said to his mother as she nodded. "alright hun! make sure to come back at nine tomorrow!" she yelled back as he let out a "mhm"

he left the house and began walking, scrolling on his phone. him and stan were sort of close, not neighbours, but on the same street, so it wasn't a long walk.

knock, the sound of one was heard. he waited for a few seconds until he was greeted by stanley. "hey man!" stan said, fistbumping [name]. "kyle's already here, kenny and cartman are on their way." he informed

"alright, that's fine." [name] said, he walked to kyle as they started a conversation, stan joining in aswell. it was around 8pm. "question, when's the party starting?" [name] asked

"i think at 9, cartman and kenny better hurry their asses." kyle replied, resulting laughs from the other two boys due to his remark. at that moment, a knock was heard. "i'll get it." stan reassured

he walked up and it was cartman and kenny, they came to the house together. "speak of the devil" kyle said as he and [name] walked up the door. the 5 boys now left stan's house walking to where the party was being held at, bebe's house

they made conversation, about diverse topics such as school drama, celebrities, and the small fight between cartman and kyle here and there. the usual, basically.

"hey, we're here" kenny said, pointing to the house who you could literally hear music blasting. it was quite obvious there was a party there. the boys went up the door, kyle knocking. it was opened by a half drunk bebe.

"hheeeyy.. weelccome! ccome inn." she said, obviously dozing off of whatever type of alcohol she was drinking. cartman and kyle went first, then kenny, then [name] and stan.

the party was absolutely wild, there was strong smells of alcohol, smoke and drugs. [name] went up to clyde and craig, seperating from the group. craig seemed to be drunk, but clyde was wasted. "dude!! you're here, hey!" clyde said, before being dragged away by some girls playing truth or dare.

[name] looked at craig. "i didnt know you drink" he said to him, craig shrugged. "i dont, im just drinking today for fun." he replied, taking a sip from his beer. "wheres tweek? didnt he come?" [name] asked.

"he did, but he got too shaky because of all the noise and left. i wanted to acompany him home, but then he said something along the lines 'no, i want you to have fun' so here i am."

"i dont think you were supposed to take that literally, but alright"

[name] then walked away from craig, going to his previous group of friends. stan and kenny were both drinking, not drunk, since they barely had a few sips, but i dont think it'll stay like that until the end of the night. cartman was eating chips, which nobody else was eating. kyle was just there, not drinking or eating, just there, probably finding something to do.

"hey dude, you want a sip?" stan offered, [name] seemed to be hesitant at first but nodded. stan gave him a can of beer, it tasted.. good? surprisingly.

the night passed and not much changed.

except that [name] was fucking drunk as hell.

"[name], a-are you sure you dont want water?" butters asked, clearly being concerned for the man's health being. "naaahh, im okayy, thfank you" he said, body almost falling over. he was walking towards kyle and stan, wanting to join the karaoke, but then he bumped into a familiar girl,

wendy testaburger.

they bumped into eachother, "ew. you fucking smell like a skunk" she said as the room went quiet for the first time that night. "well fuck you, you smell like a wet dog at gym every day but you dont see me saying shit. keep it to yourself" [name] responded, clearly offended.

"pfft- i know YOU arent talking. you smell like you pissed yourself since first grade" she remarked, getting a few ooh's by the crowd. "that may be the case, but at least people like me. wasnt your ex so tired of you he used chat gpt to talk to you? lmaoo"

stan looked to the wall, trying to stuff in his laugh as kyle was giggling for everyone to hear, with the others. "BAHAHAHHAHA" was cartman's loud ass laugh, of course, there was also laughs across the room.

"oh fuck you" she said, heading towards him. she had a grin on her face. "cmon wendy, you know im joking" he said, laughing. "yea yea, go ahead drink some more you whore" she rolled her eyes in a sarcastic way as [name] followed her.

they always had very offensive fights like the one that just happened right now, but they always giggled or laughed it off. seems like a toxic relationship, but hey, this is south park, what ISNT toxic..

stan walked to [name] who had just left wendy with bebe, "dude you're gonna get in trouble if you continue fighting like that with wendy" he said, the two boys walking over to their group of friends. "hey, calm down, me and wendy are super close, doubt she would beat me up like she did to someone in here.. cough cough cartman cough." [name] said, receiving a giggle from kenny, stan and kyle and a deathstare by cartman. "shut up (insert insult)"

"alright man, just warnin you." stan said, taking another sip of the drink in his hand. [name] went to serve himself another cup of his drink, leaving the others alone.

"hey kyle, what hour is it?" kenny looked at kyle, who was on his phone. kyle was mostly on his phone at that party, mostly there because of his friends. "its 11:43" he said, replying to kenny. kenny simply nodded, "its early" he said.

stan called kenny, "hey dude, isnt that one of the girls you slept with??" he pointed to a white girl with pink highlights. "oh shit, it is, imma be right back yall" he said, going to the girl without looking back. "hes defintely not gonna be right back.." cartman rolled his eyes, continuing to eat.

"where the hell did [name] go" kyle asked and stan responding with "he went to get a drink, pretty sure" he looked into the kitchen, not seeing anyone there. "yeah, but he isnt at the bar or the kitchen" kyle noted

"maybe if we're lucky he got kidnapped" "oh shut up fatass" kyle punched cartman on the arm. "hey! dont tell me to shut up you stupid jew" he 'hmph'-ed at the jew

"ehh, hes probably coming back soon anyway" stan said, deciding not to worry about it. "yo kyle, you wanna go karaoke again? theyre making a competition now" stan asked kyle and he nodded, putting his phone in his pocket. "hope you lose" cartman said.

. . .

"its 3:40, we should probably get going now" kyle said, as the party was already more empty than before and less chaotic, plus [name] had arrived, and they were all now waiting for kenny. "yeah, but i am NOT carrying nobody, ok?" cartman said, giving an side eye to a drunken passed out stan next to him.

"not like your fatass could anyway" kyle rolled his eyes. "oh shut the fuck up" cartman said. at that moment, kenny had arrived, zipping back his parka, and covering his head. "dude, i love girls"

kenny said, an insipirational moment. "wow, i wouldve never guessed." [name] said, rolling his eyes. "but we should for real get going now, i'll carry stan." he said. "no, its fine, ill carry him" kyle said, already picking the passed out boy already. [name] shrugged with a 'if-you-say-so' look on his face

they all started to walk back to stan's house, kenny mentioning how good that sex was, [name] talking about how they met someone there who gave them a bit of smoke, cartman complimenting the food and karaoke.

"dude, you cant say the n word in karaoke.." [name] said, looking at cartman seriously. "oh cmon, it was a song, i didnt mean it in that way."

"cartman, you were singing call me maybe."

. . . ( that was a reference btw )

stan was lying in his bed, still passed out, as the other boys were currently lying in their sleeping bed. "goodnight yall" [name] said as the others whispered goodnight aswell.

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piaspintogf · 11 months ago

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Worth it - Mason Mount, Ferran Torres.

Note: hii! So this is my first attempt to write something, its a little short but i think it works. I wanted to write about Ferran because there's nothing about him in here so yeeeah. Hope you like it <3.

sorry if there is any grammar mistake english is not my first language:)...

Warnings: toxic relationships, cheating, dickhead Mason, angsty.

It was 1 am on a Saturday night, and you were supposed to be getting ready to go out with your friends. However, tears streamed down your face in silence within the confines of your bathroom. This emotional turmoil followed yet another disappointment—Mason, your boyfriend, decided not to show up at your house to give you your car keys, leaving you worried and without a way to join your friends.

This situation had become a disheartening routine. After a series of setbacks, Mason's coping mechanism involved drinking and seeking solace in the company of other women at the club. Despite your awareness of his indiscretions—lipstick stains on his shirt, condom wrappers in his car—ending the relationship seemed impossible. Four years of love and commitment kept you tethered to him, even though the once-burning passion had long extinguished.

And then, you met him.

Alone once again after Mason forgot your anniversary, you found yourself at a table for two with shattered hopes. Two hours of waiting, calling, and being ignored led to the decision to give up and head home. That's when you collided with a brunette.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see yo-" you looked up to find Ferran Torres standing before you.

"It's okay, don't worry. I didn't see you either."

Ferran Torres—the Barcelona talent who had risen after a tough breakup.

"I'm Ferran."

Your words stumbled, "Oh, yes, um, I'm y/n." His smile made you feel cute, even in your flustered state.

"Sorry, I was about to approach you when you stood up. Were you waiting for someone?"

"Um, not exactly. And you?"

Despite having a boyfriend, you didn't seem to mind when Ferran invited you to his apartment at 6 am.

In Ferran's cozy place, you both felt a strong connection. While talking, Ferran's touch got more intense, leading to a passionate kiss that sparked a flame, pushing away the pain from Mason's mistakes.

In that special moment, Ferran's hands made you feel free and comforted. This spicy scene changed your story, turning heartache into a promise of a stronger love in the morning light.

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Months later, you found yourself calling Ferran to pick you up, and as always, he answered.

"It's okay, baby. Just wait for me in the kitchen," he assured you, rushing to his car. "Relax and drink some water. I'll be there in 5."

And he always came.

"I just don't know what to do anymore," you confessed, tears flowing freely in his strong arms.

"Bebe, I've already told you he doesn't deserve your tears or your love," Ferran said, gently stroking your hair. "He's an asshole. You just have to leave him."

"But you know I love him, Fer. I can't just leave. We've been together for four years."

"You can't leave him, but he can?"

Ferran was tired—tired of witnessing him treat you poorly while you accepted it all. Tired of receiving your calls at 4 am when Mason failed to meet your needs. Tired of you not realizing how deeply in love he was with you.

"Fer, please, I don't want to fight. Not with you."

Deep down, Ferran knew he would never be the one to take action. He was afraid—afraid of losing you. He understood that he was merely the person you called when you needed to cry or when your boyfriend failed you. It hurt, but at least he had you, and he would always answer your midnight calls.

Pt. 2

#ferran torres x reader #mason mount x reader #ferran torres #mason mount #ferran 7 #fc barcelona #footballer x reader #chealsea #manchester united

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bbrissonn · 2 years ago

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄 - 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐉𝐫.

disclaimer: not proofread

warnings: swear words, both neymar and the reader are bitches in this...

wc: 4.2k (including lyrics)

pairing: neymar jr x model!reader

bold italic = lyrics

series masterlist

You got blood on your hands

How you do plead?

Boy, it’s like treason, how you treated me

It’s eight mondays in a row, nine days of the week

These tantrums been old

All bitter, no sweet

You’re killing my vibe

In ways words cannot describe

But I’ll try, I’ll try

You let out a sigh as you checked your phone for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Your boyfriend, Neymar, was supposed to be meeting you in front of a fancy restaurant he had found, only it had now been almost an hour that you’ve been waiting and you hadn’t heard a single word from him. No text, no call, nothing.

Trying to distract yourself, you opened instagram and clicked on Kylian’s story, only for your heart to drop when it showed you a picture of him along with his teammate out at a party, Neymar’s smile looking right at you. Your hand clenched your phone as you quickly made your way back to your car, slamming your door behind yourself. This was now the fourth time your boyfriend had stood you up in the last month, but this time was even worse. He had stood you up on your three year anniversary.

As you left the parking lot, you made a decisions, you weren’t going home. Well, at least not at Neymar’s home where you had been staying for the past couple of months, instead you were going to spend the night at your apartment, far away from him. When you opened the door to your home, a weird feeling took over your body, you hadn’t came here since he had helped you move out most of your things.

You ignored the feeling inside of you, instead walking over to your bedroom and changing out of the dress you had put on, one he had bought specifically for this night. As you started taking off your makeup, your mind started to wonder why Neymar hadn’t texted you yet. Normally, when he stood you up, he’d at least send you some kind of signal to let you know he was still alive, but this time it was radio silent.

A frustrated groan left your mouth as your call went straight to his voicemail, something that had never happened to you before. Was he doing this on purpose? Or was his phone just simply dead? But then again, you don’t even remember the last time his phone had died, always carrying a portable charger around with him. So, he was ignoring, right? Your hands pulled at your hair as the thoughts of what he could be doing at the moment flooded your mind.

It was almost midnight now, you were laying down on your couch, watching some series you had found earlier in the night, when a loud knock came from your front door, making you jump a bit. The smile at was on plastered on your face quickly dropped as you looked throught your peehole, only to see the man of the night on the other side of your door.

“What do you want?” You asked, anger in your voice as you opened your door slightly, making Neymar’s brow furr even more than they already were.

“Meu amor, what are you doing here? And why haven’t you been answering my texts and my calls? I’ve been so worried about you!” He said, his tone soft and calm, the complete opposite of the look on his face. You roll your eyes at his words, making him even more confused about what was going on.

“Now you’re worried? What about when I was standing in the cold for a full hour waiting for you, only to find out from Kyks’ insta story that you were at some party? Huh, were you worried about me?” You sassed, making his face fall. He had completely forgotten the two of you had a date, when his practice had ended, he only one thing on his mind, going home and cuddling with you for the rest of the day. But Kylian had convinced him to come hang out with him and a couple of the guys, and he later found himself being dragged to a party.

“Bebe, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot–”

“Of course you did, you always forget!” You cut him off as you walked away from the door, leaving it open as a sign for him to follow you. Once you heard the door closed, you turned around to look at him and you let it all out.

“It’s the fourth time you’ve stood me up, Neymar! You always forget, always! But that’s not even the worse part. You don’t know what today is, do you?” You asked, your tone harsh and sharp, making him look down at his feet. You took his silence as a “no” to your question, making you let out a laugh as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Of course you don’t, why would you remember our one year anniversary when you can’t even remember a simple date night.” Your words making him look up at you with a guilty look on his face, biting his lip before opening his mouth, only you cut him off before he even had to chance to let out a single sound.

“I’m so sick and tired of this, Neymar! You’re always coming home late and drunk out of your mind, we never spend time together anymore and when we schedule time for us, you don’t show up, not even bothering to let me know you’re still alive or that you wouldn’t show up. Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to sit in those restaurant telling the waiters that I was waiting for someone for over an hour every time, only for you to never show up? All the looks of pity I got? You wanna know the worse part of that, one time there was a group of teen girls that recognized me, they were sitting right next to my table, and they probably figure out I was waiting for you, and you wanna know what they said to me when I was leaving? They said you were probably fucking some model. Everyday I wake up and all I see when I open an app is cheating rumors, people saying we’ve broken up, pictures of you with your arms around million of girls. And I am just supposed to be okay with that?” You yelled out, your voice breaking at the down as you tried to hold back your tears.

Neymar tried to take a step towards you, his hand reaching for you, but you quickly took a step back, shaking your head as you looked at him dead in the eyes. His whole mood changed as he realized just how much he had hurt you, but it was too late now.

“We’re done.” You whispered before walking away from him and locking yourself in your bedroom, your back hitting the door as you slowly let yourself fall to the floor, tears falling from your eyes. You heard footsteps coming closer and closer to the door until he was standing right on the other side of it.

“I’ll come drop off your things tomorrow.” He said, his voice showing no emotion, no regret, nothing. A sob left your mouth as you realized he didn’t even care that the two of you weren’t together anymore, not even bothering to apologize for all the pain he had caused you.

You put the “over” in lover, put the “ex” in next

Ain’t no “I” in trouble, you the “U” since we met

‘Cause you’re toxic, boy

I ain’t even gotta try to find the

G-O-O-D in goodbye

You had been awake for not even 5 minutes before you shoot up in your bed, your mouth hanging low at what you had just seen. This man had the audacity to go to another party after he left your home, bringing a girl home with him and making no effort to hide it from the papparazzis. The headline of all the articles being rumors of Neymar cheating on you, asking if the two of you had broken up or not. But what completely broke you was a video that was taken while Neymar was guiding the girl back to his car.

“Neymar! Neymar are you and Y/N still together?” The man behind the camera asked, making the football chuckle a bit with a small on his face.

“No.” He answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and you felt your world coming down on you. The way he just didn’t care that the two of you were done, going as far as going back to his old habits the minute he left your home a single man, completely breaking you.

You waisted no time getting out of bed and taking a box out, throwing all of his things in it. All his shirts, pants, hoodies, everything he had left over here or that you’d stolen from him, all making their way into the box. As you cleared the top of your dresser, your eyes landed on the letter he had written for you barely a month ago to celebrate your 3 years together.

You knew it was a petty thing to do, but you didn’t care, and he obviously didn’t care about how you felt, so was it really that bad? You preferred not to think about it to much as you opened your sharpie and wrote in big ‘FUCK YOU’ over and over again so it filled up the whole letter. You smiled at your work before placing it on the top of box, making sure it’d be the first thing he saw when he opened, along with the promise ring you dented using a knife in the your kitchen.

A misviouse smile was plastered on your face as you knocked on his front door, you knew he was home from training, since his car was in the driveway and he barely even went out after practice.

“Hi!” You say way too happily as he opens the door, pushing your way inside.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, his brows furred as he followed behind you over to the kitchen, where you dropped the box on the counter.

“Dropping off your things.” You said with a smile on your face as you looked him straight in the eyes, holding back the want of hitting him and yelling at him.

“Oh, uh, thanks. You didn’t have to.”

“Oh it’s not a problem, really. I even left you a little gift, something to remember me by.” You said, and something about the way you spoke scared him. Barely twelve hours ago you were crying because of him, and now here you stood in his kitchen, a giant smile on your face as you talked about giving him a gift. He looked at you weirdly for a couple of seconds before opening the box, his jaw dropping as his eyes fell in the ring.

“What the fuck, Y/N!” He exclaimed as his fingers grabbed the ring, pulling it out of the box as he examined it carely, his eyes growing wide as he realized just how bad the dent was.

“Looks nice doesn’t it?”

“Why the fuck would you do this? Do you know how much this costed me?” He yelled angrily, only making your smile grow bigger, scaring him even more.

“I thought I would do to the ring, something you called a ‘symbole of our love’, what you did to my heart.” You sassed, making his face fall. There it was, you weren’t here because you had moved on or anything, no you were here to take your revenge.

“Keep looking, there’s plenty more for you discover. Now, if you don’t mind, I am gonna go pack my things.” You answered with a smile on your face, not waiting for his answer before making your way to his bedroom, your suitcase following behind you. Neymar stood in place for a couple of seconds, his eyes staring at the spot where you once stood, he shook his head a bit before going back to the box.

As for you, you slowly packed all your things, ‘accidently’ breaking a thing or two you had bought for him before making your way over to his bathroom. At first, you thought about emptying all his shower product, but he could just buy more, so instead, you decided to put red dye inside all of them, leaving a nice surprise for the next time he’d take his shower.

You hummed a melody as you made your way back downstairs, an angry Neymar waiting for you in the kitchen, making your smile grow even wider. This was pettiest you had ever been, but you didn’t care. He hurt you, and you knew the only way you could ever hurt him that bad would be to take away his family, but you had your limits. So this was the best you could do, and you absolutely loved it.

“Okay, what the actual fuck is wrong with you!” He yelled out as you walked in, all of his clothe laying on the kitchen island with holes in them, gratitude of your scissors. Now he didn’t care about it that much, what he was the most angry about was all his brazil gear teared up, he knew you knew how much he cared about them and planned to keep them intact for the rest of his life, which he know wouldn’t be able to do. But what really angered him the most was his ‘100% JESUS’ headband cut in half, right in between the lettering.

“Oh yeah, the ring wasn’t enough, so I thought they should feel it too, you know.” You explained, a smirk on your face as his hands grabbed the headband his eyes looking at so sadly before looking up at you.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t know, Neymar. Why do you think I am doing this?” You answered with sass, making him scoff, his eyes still looking at your smiling face. You didn’t leave him to answer, walking straight past him and out of the house. Leaving out a sigh as you fell behind the wheel of your car, your eyes closing, holding back your tears.

You put the “over” in lover, put the “ex” in next

Ain’t no “I” in trouble, you the “U” since we met

‘Cause you’re toxic, boy

I ain’t even gotta try to find the

G-O-O-D in goodbye

“So, Y/N, you and your ex, Neymar, broke up a little over a month ago and you haven’t spoken out about it yet. Is this the day where we finally get something out of you?” The interview asked with a hopeful smile on his face, making you laugh a bit. You had done quite a lot of interview with him, and you knew that he’d never push you to answer his question, but you finally felt ready to talk about it.

“Just because it’s you!” You answered, making the two of you laugh. After you had gotten back from Neymar’s house, you were quick to delete him off your social media’s and unfollowing, something both of your fans were quick to catch and post about. You still talked to Davi a lot whenever he was at home with his mom, but never when he was in Paris, something he surprisingly understood.

“Did it have anything to do about all the article of him and the girl?”

“No, not all. We broke couple of hours before it happened, he made the decision to do that and that’s on him. He messed up, in a lot of ways, I don’t feel one bit sorry for him about the whole situation that happened about that night. He knew what he was doing, he took those decisions, and that’s on him.” You said, holding back a smile at memories of your little morning at his house. That same night, you had received a lot of angry texts from Neymar asking if you had done anything to his products, and asking why his hair and body were now dyed red. You didn’t bother to answer him, leaving him on read was enough of an answer for him.

“I just wanna say, I think the whole world was quite surprised when the whole situation happened, I mean, you guys looked happy and perfect together.”

“Yeah, I like to think we were at the beginning, but things had definitely not been perfect and happy for the last couple of months. I feel like the end of our relationship was actually quite toxic from someone’s side, but oh well. What’s done is done, it’s in the past now.” You said, proud of yourself for actually moving on this quickly. You didn’t feel any kind of hatred or anger towards the footballer anymore, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to see him again without having the need to yell at him.

“And how have you been holding up?”

“Surpringsly better than I thought I would. I’ve been surrounding myself with people who really appreciate me and love me, so I’ve been good.” You said, making Neymar bit his lip as the words filled his ears. He was currently in the PSG dinning area, his headphones in as your newest interview played on his phone. Ever since that morning, all he could think about was you. He missed a whole lot more than he thought he would, making him regret the way he had treated you for the last couple of months. All you had ever done was be there for him for everything, and he thanked you by treating you like shit. But it was too late now, what’s done is done, it’s in the past now.

I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love

Only to find out you are the one holding the gun

I’m just tryna get focus

Take some times for me

People started noticing all the shit you couldn’t see

You let out a grunt as you walked into a hard chest, making you fall bawkards before two arms caught you, making you look up at the person, only for your jaw to clench as your eyes met you Neymar’s. You harshly pulled yourself out of his hold, making gulp before speaking, but you beat him to it.

“Look where you’re going, will you?” You said harshly over the loud music of the party, before walking past him, your shoulder bumping into his a bit. Only, he quickly grabbed your wrist, turning you around to face him.

“Can we talk, please?” He asked softly, making you roll your eyes.

“No.” You answered simply before walking from him once again, only this time he didn’t grab onto you, instead letting you walk to your friends. He should’ve known you were going to be here, after all this party was thrown by your agency, it’d be even more weird if you weren’t there. Neymar let out a sigh and made his way back to his friends, his eyes still looking over at you every once and a while, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his friends and by yourself.

Later that evening, you found yourself leaning against the railing of one of the balcony of the venue, your breath slow and peaceful as your eyes looked over at the city below you, all the lights, cars driving by and all the honking giving some sort of comfort. Only that was ruined when the person you least wanted to see joined you, making you roll your eyes a bit.

“Pretty, huh?” He spoked softly with a small smile on his face as he looked over at you, but you didn’t react. You stayed in the same position you were in before, eyes staring at the city.

“I am gonna be honest, I was a little confused when I started rinsing my hair and the water was red, thought I was bleeding or something. Then I checked the bottle, good thing I checked my body wash too, huh? Didn’t know you had that in you.” He smirked once he saw a little smile grown on your face, your eyes still staring ahead, but he considered it a small victory.

“You deserved it. I could’ve done worse, you know.” You stated coldly, making the small joy from his tiny victory disappear quickly. He left out a sigh, leaning his elbows on the railing as well.

“I did. If it would’ve been anyone else I would’ve been angry, but you did it and you’re right about me deserving it.” He spoke softly, his eyes now also looking at the brightly lit city in front of you.

“Glad to know you realized it two fucking months too late, Neymar.” You said harshly, making him cringe at the way his name rolled off your tongue. The way it used to be so soft and comforting, now cold and strict.

“Y/N, I am so, so fucking sorry, okay? I was shitty towards you and I didn’t realize it, and when you brought it up to me, I was an asshole about it all the time, and I am so sorry for hurting you, meu amor.” He whispered, and unlike that night when the two of you broke up, there was some emotion behind the words he spoke, making you close your eyes so no tears would fall from them because of the memory.

“And I understand if you hate me and you never want to see me again after this, because you have every right to feel that way after what I did to you, but I want you to know that if I could, I would take it all back, I really would, Y/N. You’re the most amazing thing that happened to me and I was an idiot and I ruined it, and that’s all on me, it’s my fault. And I am sorry because you didn’t deserve that, at all, and it wasn’t fair for you.” He continued, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he realized just how much he had fucked up. Now, he already knew, but saying it out loud made it sound so much more real and it made the whole situation really sink into his head.

“I don’t hate you, Ney. I could never hate you, I wish I could, but I can’t because I love you too much to ever feel that way towards you. But you hurt me, over and over again and every time I brought it up to you, you just shrugged me off like it was nothing, like how I felt wasn’t important. So, I don’t hate you, I hate the way you treat me, I hate the way even though I want to I’ll never be able to hate you, Neymar.” You said, your voice shaky as you tried your hardest not to cry. The footballer sniffed and took a deep breath before speaking once again.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” He whispered, reaching his out for your shoulder, but you quickly stepped away from him, making his heart drop.

“So am I.” You said, finally letting a tear fall before walking away from him, making your way straight to your car and home, leaving a crying Neymar all alone on the balcony, tears slowly falling from his eyes as he realized your relationship was now officially over, the chances of the two of you ever talking again being as slim as the chances of the two of you dating again.

G-O-O-D in goodbye

“Y/N! Y/N, over here!” A paparazzi yelled as you walked out a fashion show, you tried your best to follow your agent as closely as possible, but all the lights and flashes made it impossible for you to see where you were going.

“Y/N, are you and Neymar ever going to get back together?” Another yelled, making you looked at him, your face softened a bit at the sound of his name filling your eyes before you answered the question.

“No.”

“Y/N, what do you think about Neymar’s new girlfriend?” One called out, making you roll your eyes at his question. You weren’t stupid, you had seen all the news and posts about him and his new girlfriend, you heart clenching as you looked at all the pictures. She was the opposite of you, blond hair, blue eyes, now she was pretty, but you knew you were in a way higher league than her, all your contracts and magazine covers made that obvious. His sister had even texted you about her, whining about how rude and mean his new girlfriend was, even towards Neymar himself. How bad of a girlfriend she was towards him, the way he always complained about her going out to parties with guys.

“Karma’s a bitch.” You answered with a smirk, now you didn’t care if no one else understood, you knew Neymar would, and that’s all that mattered to you.

#gab writes #neymar #neymar imagines #neymar imagine #neymar x reader #neymar fanfic #neymar fic #neymar jr #neymar jr imagine #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr fanfic

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Frisky.

Kenny was looking at their hands again. He focused on Craig's fingers. They were soft, tanned and defined with fingernails cleaner than Bebe's. The also felt warm. They always were. "So... is this just an excuse to hold my hand?"

"An excuse?" Craig posed an uneven smile and pulled away, as if he was trying to prove something. "I don't need an excuse to do that. You're the one that can't keep his hands off me."

Kenny rolled his eyes with a grin on his face. "Brave words coming from a guy that can't keep his eyes off me."

Craig shook his head, laughing in disbelief. "Unbelievable." Muttering, as if it wasn't true at all. "Aren't you the one that dragged me in here?"

Kenny grabbed the strings of Craig's hoodie and played with them. It built up a moment of tension between them. Craig held his breath when Kenny caught his eyes. "Think we got enough time?" He asked quietly.

Craig's eyes were distracted by his mouth. "For what?" He asked, not really listening to the question.

Kenny's smirk fell, he now looked serious. He could see the darkness in Craig's eyes and it made him feel lustful. He kissed him. It was soft and tender, but not enough. He kissed him again, harder on the mouth this time. He reached for his face and leaned into him and it wasn't long before Craig was backed up against the door.

Kenny felt hands on his body. They were firm and stiff, perhaps a little reserved. He thought it was hesitation, but Craig was just awkward. The idea of whipping his dick out in the old art cupboard wasn't exactly a turn on for someone like him. Kenny was eager, pressing his tongue against his neck. Then a bite. A firm bite, though not strong enough to be considered painful. The sighs, the short groans, it made Craig forget where he was.

His hands started to move more fluidly, embracing Kenny's body more, who came closer immediately. Kenny's hands shifted too. One arm was slung over his shoulder like a grapple, while the other hand rested against his collar bone.

Craig's fingers gripped the back of Kenny's neck, almost holding him there, not wanting it to stop. "Stop." He said, which made Kenny do it more. And more. And more. His tongue was aching now, but he didn't stop. The feeling was overwhelming Craig. He felt like he was losing control. Part of him liked it, part of him didn't.

His frown was soft and his grip tightened around Kenny's waist. He whispered to him, "Move back, up here." He walked him backwards and tapped the paint-stained worktop behind him. When Kenny jumped to sit on top of it, a cup of paint brushes collided to the floor. Craig kicked them out of the way, as if he didn't care about making a mess anymore. He turned his attention back to Kenny, who was watching in amusement. Craig placed his hands on either side of the counter and leaned in.

"Can I come over later?" Kenny said to him, studying the smaller features of his face. "Stay the night. I really want to."

"I already said you could." Replied Craig, who was locked in on Kenny's eyes. Even in the dark, he could see them glowing a pale blue. He thought of Rigel, the supergiant of the constellation of Orion. He knew the star well, wrote about it too. He knew what he was looking at and he became immensely captivated by them.

"I know. I was just making sure." Kenny was in his own world, scaling his hair, eyes, nose, mouth, just about every feature laying present on his face. It felt like Craig was watching him do this, but wasn't showing any signs of being uncomfortable by it. His knees were parted wide, which was typical as he often sat like that. His feet dangled and they swayed back and forth playfully and subtly. "Kiss me already."

Chapter 29 - Anxiety

#kenny mccormick #craig tucker #crenny #south park #craig x kenny

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ambcass · 9 months ago

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ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀʙʏ || ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

a/n: thank you all for your requests! A lot of the fic is in my drafts rn but I can squeeze in a few more. if u see this, feel free to request smth :) THIS IS MY FIRST DARK FIC

MDNI! DEAD DOVES DON'T EAT

tags: Yandere! Jaime, swearing, female reader, helpless reader, kidnapping, angst, fluff if you squint your eyes, obsessive praise (if that makes sense), drugging, needles, fight scenes, knife, blood, PET NAMES USED (babe, baby, good girl, pretty, ect.) NO HAPPY ENDING😊. OUT OF CHARACTER BEHAVIOR

Jaime loves you so much. He tells you every day how much he can't live without you being in his life. He clings to you like a lost puppy. Following you where ever you're headed. He tries to calm down when you're talking to another guy. Hell, he hates it even more when that guy you're talking to is one of his friends. After your conversation with Bart ended, Jaime walked up to you two and asked you to wait as he pulled Bart aside before coming back. Ever since Bart doesn't speak a word towards you. You obviously knew your boyfriend had something to do with it.

Later that night you guys had an argument. Like all arguments, he says things like “you wouldn’t leave me if you didn’t care.” , “Where’s the old you”, “C’mon my love, don’t act like this.” You always stayed. He said you were the problem and you believed him. You wanted to change, just for him. Not last night though. He sang the same song but you took it from a different approach. You spoke about possessive he’s been acting but he says that “it’s for your own good.”

You stormed out his house with so much frustration flowing through your body. Should of waited until the morning. You walked out his home and into the cold, dark night. Suddenly your phone kept buzzing. You opened it and it’s Jaime begging you to come back. Pleading you to not leave him but you don’t answer.

My Beetle💙: Eres tan dramatica! (You’re so dramatic) You know I just wnat the best for you… please baby text me back❤️

you ignored him. A few minutes later, your phone rings again.

My Beetle💙: I miss you bebe.

ignored again. At this point you were back home, lying on your bed. It got hot, really hot, but you had no AC nor a fan. Best idea you came up was to open your windows, wide. The air ran through your hair like a Disney princess singing a love song. Once more, your phone rings. This time you took a peak at the message.

My Beetle💙: Stop being for difficult for me. Don’t make me get you myself.

You didn’t think much into it. He has never physically hurt you. So you ignored it and went to sleep. What a mistake you made.

You next woke up to beeping and metal softly clashing to each other. Slowly opening your eyes, a head of dark blue and bright, glowing yellow eyes stared at you. You were about to scream for help but this figure covered your mouth and nose with a piece of cloth. You kicked its stomach, rolled out your bed, and ran straight for the door. Before could run out, you turned back around to glance at your bed. He disappeared from your view and nowhere to be seen

I can run now, you thought. You turned back to the door and POW. A punch directly to the face. You fell to the ground. You, knocked up, on the cold bare floor. Your vision was blurry but you felt two fingers pulled your eyelids down to close them. Before you were completely out, you felt yourself being dragged by foot off to somewhere.

Once you woke up and your vision was starting to clear up, it didn’t take you a long time to realize that you were tied up to a chair in an empty room. You tried breaking free but the ropes were too tight. You shouted,

“Help me! Someone please…” Foot steps slowly creeped behind you. That gradually got louder and louder, until they stopped. You felt a presence lean behind you. Then a tip of a knife was then placed right beside your lip.

“Nu uh. Don’t speak sweetheart, unless you want me to carve this pretty little mouth into pieces” This tender, chilling voice could only belong to one person.

“J-jaime!?” Before you knew it, your cheek to slashed. You didn’t scream but you cried. Cried like a little baby with blood oozing out of you and dripping on the floor. Jaime circled around you until you met your gaze. He lifted your chin.

“Let’s take a look at you, shall we?” He pulled out a white paper napkin and started to wipe the dripping blood from your cheek. “Isn’t that much better, mi amor?” Tears were flooding down your eyes. You had so many emotions packed up but you knew you couldn’t show them. The consequences may cost your life.

He whipped out another napkin and wiped your tears for you. “It’s okay pretty, you’re safe with me…” he wrapped your head around his arms and held you close to him.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Jaime lets go. The blood on your cheek stained on to his shirt. He bends down and kisses your wounded cheek.

“Well, my sweet girl didn’t want to listen to me. She didn’t understand how much I wanted to protect her. She insisted on talking to some other guy but me-“ you cut him off before he could finish.

“He’s your best friend! And I’ve known him longer than you did. I don’t know why-“ you tried to prove your point but he slapped you for cutting him off. Left a red handprint on your face.

“You need to learn how to be a good girl for me,” Jaime said in heartless tone. “So the two of us will just spend some quality’s time with each other. For a very long time.” He smirked when he saw you shake your head nonstop. He had the apprehend here. He had full control of you now. He pulled out a needle with some type of drug in it.

“Please Jaime, I’m sorry. I’ll never talk to any guy but you. Don’t do this, I love you.” You pleaded him to stop but he doesn’t. He slowly circled behind you. He brushed his fingertips starting with your head to your arms. He moved your hair aside and kissed your neck softly. You were so focused on this caring side of him, you failed to notice the fact that he was injecting that needle into your immune system. You got tired. Very tired. Your eyesight slowly blurred up as you fluttered eyes more frequently.

“You’ll be good as new when you wake up, I promise” was the last thing you heard from Jaime before it was all black. Last thing your own conscious heard and felt anything.

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Craig Tucker x Fem!reader

💌 Craig Tucker is a mother fucker: Chapter 8 💌

Summary: You want to say that it wasn't your fault buuuuuut it kinda was. You didn't think much of it as you casted your joke vote for the "Hottest guy in school" and in hindsight you should never listen to Clyde but it was pretty funny at the time. Craig just wanted a peaceful junior year and you can't blame him for that however waking up the morning after a party, in his bed, being told that you two were dating wasn't exactly your definition of peaceful either.

Notes: I was always too scared of the fandom to post it back in the day but I wrote this before Creek was made canon so let's just say Craig is bi for my sake because I've had a huge crush on him since forever. My S/O pointed out that Craig is just Trafalgar Law but with a guinea pig instead of a polar bear and I haven't been the same since I have a type and it's them. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS 🍋

💌 Word count: 3,128 💌 <= Previous | Chapter 9 =>

A few weeks later, the day of the sleepover arrived. Wendy and Bebe picked you up probably to make sure you weren't going to flake on them. You all headed over to Heidi's for the sleepover party, you didn't really want to go per say but you thought it had been forever since you've had a proper girls night. Especially since the last girls night you ended up alone, kind of? It still baffles you that Craig of all people ended up keeping you company that night. You're glad he did now but at the time it was unusual.

As you arrived to the party most of the girls were already there setting up the living room for activities. You laughed to yourself a little bit, you felt like a kid again. Nails, hair, make-up, lame party games and scary movies? Surely you thought by high school girls would outgrow sleepovers but in a way you were glad they weren't. You guys started watching a scary movie for shits and giggles but Bebe suggested making it a drinking game which most everyone was down for. Anytime someone dies, anytime you see nudity, anytime someone trips for no reason, the phone rings and anytime someone else takes a drink you guys have to drink. There were a few more but you didn't bother to keep track you decided to drink soda anyways. By the end of the movie a few people were on the cusp of being tipsy but most people were still pretty sober. It was a bad movie but it was a good one to make fun of the entire time.

After the movie was over, everyone was voting on whether you guys do things in smaller groups or one giant group and it was pretty much unanimous that everyone wanted to stay as one group. It was a team building sleepover after all. The next thing you guys were deciding on would be what to do first. You voted to play lame party games because you could always do the other things on your own time but lame party games you kind of need more people. Most of the girls agreed with you and changed their votes but now the question was what lame party game to start with.

You guys started with Never have I ever which was fun for a little while but you won since you were pretty boring in comparison. You guys ended up switching to Truth or dare mid way through the second round, it was just a better game for both boring and risky people alike. There were different ways to go about starting the game but you guys had a few empty bottles lying around so you ended up using the bottle method. It took a while before it landed on you.

"(Y/n) truth or dare."

"Hmmm," you thought for a moment but decided to play it safe this round, next time you'd choose dare "sorry guys I'm boring, let's go with truth."

"Boring you say. Who has a juicy question then." all the girls looked around some even pulling out their phones to get ideas for questions. "I'm telling you guys no matter what you ask you'll get a boring answer." You egged them on which was probably a big mistake as you saw Bebe light up. "Wait I got this." Bebe crawled into the center of the circle and grinned at you. You swallowed hard you already knew what she was going to ask. "How was sex with Craig?" everyone was suddenly very interested in the game now and you cursed yourself "Remember you have to tell the truth." you heard someone shout. You frown at Bebe who just laughed "Hey you really should have seen this coming considering I've been asking about it for a month!" you took in a deep breath "O-M-G It's like so totally hot he's an animal in bed." you answer sarcastically.

"Nah I'm fucking with you guys. I still have my V card." there are gasps around the room "Bebe I've literally told you nothing happened that night since the beginning. I was too drunk and passed out before anything could happen." you lied about that last bit but they'd never know. You probably could have just made up some story but then it would cycle around and that's what you were trying to avoid to begin with.

"Girls new plan, we're getting (Y/n) laid tonight!"

"Ummmm wait what!" all the girls cheered and started laying out make up and shit "MAKE OVER!!!" you made a distressed noise as you were pulled into a chair. "We're helping you get laid. You guys have been dating for over a month now and you're telling me you guys haven't done it yet."

"Is Tucker a man or a mouse? How has he just not had his way with you yet?"

"After we're done with you he won't be able to resist you!"

They were pulling you and all different directions but you tried to protest "Or and this is a pretty big or. You guys leave us be to do it when we do it." You feel like you chose the wrong option here this was supposed to be boring and dissipate the situation not make it worse. "Quick does anyone have cute pj's with them."

"How about lingerie what are we working with."

"It's no use fighting it we're a team!"

And that's how you ended up here. Outside of Craig's house at 1 in the morning wearing sexy underwear and cute baby doll style pajamas. You turned around to everyone hiding in the bushes they had taken your phone and used it to text Craig saying you were outside his house and that he should let you in. They gave you back your phone but it was too late to delete the message he had already seen it.

You stood frozen in place for a moment before the door opened. Craig lifted his eyebrows and questioned why you were there "I thought tonight was the Sleepover why are you here?" you didn't even need to say anything he took one look at you then looked passed you scanning the area "It's not safe to talk here is it?" you slowly nod you had no idea how to explain what was going on. You sighed throwing your arms around his neck so you could whisper into his ear "I'm sorry but can I stay the night? The girls aren't going to take no for an answer, trust me I've tried." He didn't say anything more he quickly scooped you up bridal style and took you inside. You blushed not expecting to be picked up the way he did.

He could hear squealing coming from the bushes as they cheered saying mission accomplished. He motioned for you to be quiet being that his parents worked in the morning and he didn't want to wake them while sneaking you in. Neither of you said a word until you were in his room. He gently put you down giving you one more look up and down you were pretty dolled up and that wasn't like you, well not when you had a choice anyway. "So what exactly happened?"

"We were playing truth or dare and they found out that I was a virgin and they were so taken aback they needed to help me get laid." You sat on his bed as he looked out the window to see if they were still there "In short I'm here to fuck you." You said "Fuck you" with air quotes. He took a moment to rub his face thinking over where to go from here, no matter what there would definitely be talk on Monday. He walked over to his computer putting his headset on "Sorry guys I gotta go (Y/n) needs me." You overheard someone, probably Clyde shout "I thought she was at the sleepover?" before he ended the call and closed out of the game they were playing. You shifted in your seat you felt bad. It was bad enough you weren't able to play with them tonight but now you're taking Craig with you.

"You didn't have to end the game. You could've kept playing."

"I don't know someone came here to fuck me." he said sarcastically "I wouldn't want league to get in the way of that." He laid down next to you like one of those French ladies clearly joking with you making you grin as you played along "Are you a virgin, Craig?" you gasped "Am I going to pop your cherry?" you both couldn't help but laugh this was stupid "Not to burst your bubble but I've done it before."

"Well fuck, plan's ruined. Now what am I supposed to do?" you over exaggerated as you flopped down next to him. This entire bit was extremely silly. You both stare at each other, it was like you both were having your own sleepover now. A sleepover that actually would involve sleeping. You smiled, this was nice.

"Do you think they're still outside?" he sighs glancing towards the window "I hope they left by now it's been like what twenty minutes or so?" you sit up kind of curious "Should I look?" he pulls the blanket out from under you getting ready to sleep. "Nah, I think it's safe to call it." he pulled the blanket over you and made yourself comfortable under the covers "Ye, your probably right." Craig yawned turning to face the other direction and you did the same.

You felt odd, you couldn't put your finger on why, like you weren't expecting anything to happen anyways but it was just awkward. Maybe the girls got to you or maybe you still had no idea how Craig felt about well anything and it's still bothering you. It really shouldn't but it did and you didn't even know why.

You couldn't tell if he saw you as a friend or maybe you were too dense to pick up on it. You turned back to look at Craig he was still facing the opposite direction. You felt your stomach flip and you grasped at your chest. When did he start making you feel like this. You wondered if he felt like this too. Would he answer you if you tried to ask him about it? You thought it over, no he probably wouldn't as Clyde and the guys have said before he's not great with his emotions. Over the last month he seemed so close to you. You wanted to know what he was thinking. You reach your hand out but see him shift. You immediately turned over and tensed up. You mentally cursed yourself. You stayed like that for a while.

"Are you disappointed?"

You hear him ask. You curled into yourself before stretching trying to figure out what he meant by that. You didn't exactly know how to answer him.

"hm?"

You shifted to look at the ceiling you never noticed before but he had glow stars on the ceiling, it was cute.

"You and me," he paused laying on his back as well "It seems like we always end up here but..." he trailed off getting quiet "I don't do anything about it." He brought up a good point he was the one that said anything goes and he's pretty much had you make all the moves. You wanted to say you didn't really mind but you did, you did mind. It's had you on edge for the past few weeks. Almost like you've done something wrong but you guys aren't technically dating so it really shouldn't bother you.

"I mean you don't have to do anything."

you said very matter of factly as you felt Craig shift. He was leaning over with both hands on either side of you. "But do you want me to? Do you want me to take your virginity?" Your heart skipped a beat for a second fluttering heavily in your chest. The way he said it made the words echo in your head. You looked at him trying to get a read on where this was coming from what was he thinking but you can't. You felt weird again maybe he was too close to you. You bit your lip staring back at him. Then again maybe he wasn't close enough.

"You wouldn't have to take it if I gave it to you..."

The words fell out of your mouth before you even realize what you were saying. There was a beat where you both held your breath glancing back at each other's lips. Craig slowly leaned down further, closing the distance between you. The kiss was hesitant and slow but it made you melt just the same. You think back to that time in the janitor's closet but now you could feel your whole body tingle. You’re panting heavily as Craig pulls away shifting once more making himself more stable putting his knee between your legs as he dips down to your ear.

"We can stop whenever you want."

He looked back at you and you could tell he was nervous but then again so were you. You smiled softly feeling your face flush and your heart beat accelerate "What if I don't want you to stop." you reached up to pull him back in for another kiss. This time it was more relaxed, less unsure and more sensual this time. You started to think that maybe he wanted it too.

His hands started to wander under your dress everywhere he touched made you shudder as he palmed at your breast through your bra. It felt good but you wanted more. You arch your back slightly giving him just enough room to unclasp your bra which he took the hint at. You threw the bra somewhere in the room as Craig went back to fondling you lightly pinching your nipple which made you gasp. He licked and nibbled at your bottom lip before slipping his tongue in your mouth. The pace of the kiss quickly changed as you swirled your tongues together, getting more aggressive with how he squeezed your boobs. Your head was reeling with the sensations as you moaned into his mouth.

You feel Craig smile against your lips for a brief moment as he pulled away, taking the time to look at you with lustful eyes before he trailed kisses down your neck trying to find your sweet spot. When he found it you gripped his shoulders trying to push him away but he was insistent on leaving a mark. The feeling was too much you could feel it pool in your stomach. You bit your lip as you moaned again curling your toes.

"Aha C-Craig~"

It hurt ever so slightly as he nipped at it switching between biting and sucking. You bit the back of your hand to stifle your moans not wanting to be any louder. He moved your hand away to kissed you again before tugging at your dress pushing it up just enough to reveal your bare chest peppering kisses around your boob. You squirm under him as you feel his hand slip under the waistband of your shorts feeling the moisture from your soaked panties. He licked at your tit while running a finger up and down your crease through your underwear before he slid his hand underneath them too. Your breath hitched.

Craig he kissed you once more as he starts teasing your clit rubbing circles into your sensitive area. He continues this for awhile before breaking away trailing kisses down your chest to your stomach only stopping when he hit the cloth of your shorts slowly helping you out of them. Craig pulls you a little closer peppering kisses along your inside thigh only lightly nipping at them occasionally before introducing his tongue to the party. You curl up a bit as he does this, the sensation was so weird it was hot and moist it made you sigh softly in pleasure. His tongue was working your clit as his finger slowly prodded at your entrance looking up at you to see how much of a mess he's made of you.

You covered your face with embarrassment. Your whole body jerked when he shoved his finger inside it was the perfect length to hit all the right areas. You bit down on your lip as your shaky hands tangled themselves in Craig's hair. He could tell you were close, his movement became more sporadic as he added a second finger pumping both in and out while he continued to spell the alphabet with his tongue. It was overwhelming you squeeze your thighs together around Craig pleading for him to stop, your whole body trembling as you came.

He pulled away wiping his face with his shirt discarding it to the side as you caught your breath. You watched as Craig rummaged through his desk drawer pulling out a condom as he continued to strip for you.

Had you not been still riding out your high you probably would have made a few jokes here but you didn't. You were too turned on and anxious for that. He lined himself up with you kissing you as he slowly pushed all the way inside. You arched your back involuntarily feeling him all the way in you. You moaned in his mouth nibbling his bottom lip you buck your hips wanting him to move more. He was going painstakingly slow rolling his hips into you, it felt good but it was driving you crazy. You wrapped your legs around him whimpering in his ear for him to go faster. Your breath hitched when he did

"Ah f-f-uck~"

It felt so good, your mind was going blank. Everything that you had been worrying about seemed to melt away. With every thrust Craig's breath became more labored you could feel his movement begin to be less deliberate. You were close to finishing again as you clawed at his back. Craig thrusts into you one last time pushing himself all the way in sending you both over the edge leaving you trembling into his arms as he collapses on top of you.

"I love you."

You were still on cloud nine but you thought you heard Craig say something but you couldn't tell. If he did, he said it too quiet for you to make out what he said. You didn't ask him to repeat it or ask if he said anything at all, it might have just been in your head. Wishful thinking as you came to the realization. You were in love with Craig Tucker and have been for a while.

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