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elusivecagedmockingbird · 1 month

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[jungkook x reader]

"You wanna know about art? When the class president starts touching my face on darkened street corners, and talking about my eyes, there's a word for it. There's an entire movement in the 20's—it's called surreal."

Or THE popular fuckboy in your campus suddenly signs up as the figure model to one of your extracurricular activities and starts showing his interest in you.

A/N: I'm not sure where I went with this. Thus, untitled. I'm not even sure where this falls in the tags. But, enjoy!

Jungkook is at odds with himself.

Part of him wants to leave and forget about this stupid idea. He doesn't know what compelled him to listen to Jin. What exactly does the old man know about dating anyway? As far as he knows, he's never seen him with the same girl, so maybe he should have reached out to Namjoon instead.

The other part is hyping himself up. In about a few minutes, you’ll be coming through those doors. Besides, it would be too late to back out now. He chugs his bottled water as if he were thirsty. Jungkook thinks he'll pass out from anxiety. If not that, then from how warm it is inside this garage turned makeshift studio.

He feels the beads of sweat trickle down his back and pits.

This is not good.

The class is about to start and he'll be stripping down to his boxers and he's all sweaty. Thinking about that uneventful possibility, makes him sweat more.

Fuck.

He notices someone walk towards the corner he has been hiding in. Judging by how good-looking his face is and the vintage clothing he wears, Jungkook surmises this must be the Senior organizing this art class. Taeyong? Taehyun?

Ah, Taehyung, he remembers.

"You're Jungkook, right?"

Jungkook only nods as a response. His dry throat keeps him from speaking, afraid he squeaks out a reply and embarrasses himself more.

Thankfully, the other man is kind enough to not assume his silence as being standoffish.

"Nervous, huh?" Taehyung smirks, but Jungkook doesn't feel like he's being provoked. Rather, it actually calms him—at least the idea that it must be a common occurrence for models to exude this much anxiety that it's the first question people assume.

"That obvious, huh?" A dry chuckle following. "Do all models get nervous on their first time?" Jungkook finally finds his voice. Albeit, a bit meek for someone with a strong commanding aura.

Taehyung smiles and nods. "More than you expect. Which is understandable. Jin hyung told me you're doing this to learn more about art?"

No, he isn't, he internally protests. He doesn't know what Jin told Taehyung, but the real reason he's here on a Sunday, as a supposed 'volunteer' model for a drawing class is because of you.

The rest, he let Jin fill it out.

But of course, he wouldn't divulge those. So, Jungkook clears his throat before responding with a meek 'yes' as he shoots his empty water bottle in the can, making a clanging noise. He smiles sheepishly at the circled crowd whose attention he caught. He cringes at how much he's going out of his way to act cool. He's never this way, and yet, he wants to make sure you witness him with his best foot forward today.

Jungkook sways on the balls on his feet, taking in the space when he sees you—just as you were hooking your bag in your chair.

Goddamn, you're pretty. He's watching you laugh with another girl stationed near your spot as you lay out your tools on your table.

"Ready when you are." Taehyung breaks him out of his trance, and he replies with a sheepish nod—pretending he wasn't caught staring at you.

Jungkook starts by taking off his shoes, then his leather jacket. He unbuttons his pants and the thought that you would be looking at his crotch makes him blush. He shamelessly imagines you and him as Jack and Rose in that sketching scene. But before he can pull his jeans down, a booming baritone voice hollers at him.

Taehyung hurries towards him. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Jungkook freezes at the sudden aggression. His mouth puckers open and close like a fish coming up for air, as he struggles to come up with a reply.

Taehyung tilts his head and assesses the young man with a pout. "Did Seokjin not tell you this isn't a nude class? We just need you to strip to your shirt and jeans," Taehyung clarifies in a whisper.

Embarrassment floods Jungkook and he sputters out an apology. He silently curses himself between nervous laughs and incoherent words of what seemed to be apologies. Shy doe eyes peeps at you and the confused and scandalized look painted on your face makes him want to get swallowed by the ground and never reappear in front of you ever again.

You must think he’s some kind of a creep or worse, a flasher. With a big exhale, he tries to set aside the embarrassment and go through this. It's already bad enough that his nerves and recent embarrassment made a sweat stain on his shirt.

Not long after, Jungkook stands in the middle of the circle of easels. It actually isn't bad, he thinks. Most of the time, he's staring at wood stands and the occasional heads peeking out of the canvas.

You're on his side, so he can only see you through his peripheral vision. Even so, he can already visualize the vein popping on your forehead when you concentrate—just one of the things he adores on your face.

That afternoon, Jungkook finds out he likes the thought of you paying this much attention and focus on him, instead of the other way around.

He holds his growing smile at bay.

The hour-long class went quicker than Jungkook wanted. He takes his time picking up his jacket and pretends to search for something in his bag as he waits for you to pack up. But, you never rise from your seat.

It takes Taehyung tapping your shoulder to bring you out of your world. "You still get tomorrow, Y/N," he hears Taehyung remind you before walking around the room, checking progress.

Jungkook didn't mean to eavesdrop more, but when you stood up and followed Taehyung, he couldn't help but tune in to your conversation.

"I need a little more time to fix a few edges. Can I just extend for a while? I'll clean up the supplies room." You plead, voice kept low as if you're making an illegal trade with Taehyung.

Jungkook hears the older man sigh and call your name softly. "You still have tomorrow to work on it, and the next few days. Plus, I can't suddenly ask the model to stay just for you."

You whine petulantly like a child and Jungkook wonders if he can make you whine under different situations. Perhaps, under hi—

"He can go. I just need—"

The moment he makes out your reply, Jungkook was quick to cut you off and offer his time. "I can stay for a while."

Both you and Taehyung turn your heads to face the man who looks like a deer caught in the headlights, but he might as well have been. Your glowered confused eyes stare into him. "I-if you want," he stutters, so he tries to salvage his image with an obviously feigned nonchalant shrug.

Taehyung holds back his laugh but the sudden expulsion of air from his nose wasn't amiss, earning a side eye from you.

"No need," you answer with finality. "You get paid by the hour, right? I can't pay you and—"

"You don't have to pay me. I'm offering." Jungkook internally winces at how quick he was in offering himself. But if he were being honest, he would stay in this shoddy garage all night, through the blazing summer heat, as long as it's time spent with you.

Is it a crime that he's quick to take an opportunity when it has presented itself?

He thinks abso-fucking-lutely not.

Your eyebrows furrow, the 'I wasn't done talking' death glare you directed at Jungkook has him shift awkwardly on his foot and look everywhere else but at you.

"Still, I'd get in trouble for requesting more time, anyway. Can't have other students think Taehyung here has favorites." You press and it chips a bit of his confidence. It was obvious you didn't want him to stay. If he keeps insisting, you might think he's creepy.

Jungkook didn't want to seem too pushy anyway, and so, lets out a defeated "Oh.." and nods. His round eyes making it easy to see his dismay as it curves downwards a little at the sides.

"I wouldn't worry about that," Taehyung intervenes. The older man was amused as he watched Jungkook flounder around you, he also knows how oblivious and dismissive you are of guys like Jungkook to a fault. And so, he helps.

Ah, young love, Taehyung muses. "Just make sure to clean up and lock up after." He tosses the keys to you, but you make no movement of catching it, letting the keys hit your chest and fall to the ground.

Now your glare is directed towards your sunbaenim. "On second thought, I'm wrapping it up for tonight then." You head towards your easel to pack up your stuff.

Taehyung sighs.

He tells Jungkook to wait a bit and pick up the keys as he follows after you, calling your name.

“Just take the guy's offer to help. He’s trying to learn more about art, too,” he whispers, arms crossing across his chest. "Isn't this the piece you're submitting with your application? I know that head of yours will run nonstop if you don't finish what you intended to do tonight." Taehyung nudges you with a smile and softly jabs his pointer finger to your temple, making you chuckle with a pout. You shoo his hand away from your face and he knows he got you to stay.

This Jungkook kid owes him, Taehyung thinks.

However, from where Jungkook stands, he sees you breaking out the cutest smile at Taehyung. His eyes even going bigger at what he believes is an affectionate touch to your face when Taehyung boops your forehead.

Is that even ethical or something, he wonders irately. Taehyung isn't much older but given that he's your sunbaenim, Jungkook thinks he shouldn't be doing that. Or even be standing close to you. He's currently throwing imaginary lasers at Taehyung's back when you both turn to him and he immediately unsquints his eyes.

"Jungkook, do you still want to stay?" Taehyung shouts at the young man.

Yes.

A hundred times yes. He's a lovesick loyal puppy and if you ask him to bark, he'll bark for you.

Jungkook nods enthusiastically and rushes closer to where you stand, eager to wedge himself between you and Taehyung.

"Jungkook," you sigh his name tiredly. "I really need you to stop moving your head. Is there something more interesting behind me?" The question was rhetorical, but you're starting to wonder what he keeps on staring at behind you that you turn your head, only to be greeted with a wall filled with hanged canvases.

You hear him mumble out a you with a smirk, but was quick to cover it up with a sorry. This guy think he was slick.

Jungkook turns his head to assume his supposed pose. His eyes still filled with mirth. And he lasts about four minutes before his head starts turning towards you. Again.

You throw your head forward with an exhausted groan. This was a mistake. You're growing more frustrated by the minute. Maybe you should call it a night.

Looking back up at your model, you tell him he can leave.

Jungkook breaks his stance then quickly poses as he quickly persuades you. "No, I'll stay still. Look," he promises and follows through quickly by holding the pose.

"No, I'm just really too tired for tonight. Thank you for staying a bit longer." You busy yourself by grabbing at your stuff, cleaning pencil shards here and there to keep the lurking unease.

You can't have a breakdown here again, you admonish yourself. And it's going to feel worse after, if Jungkook's here to see it happen. You keep your head down while your hands wipe the charcoal dust on the table.

You hear footsteps nearing you, and you pray to whoever listens that he's not actually coming closer. He calls your name, his voice close and soft. You hum in response, head still hung low, refusing to face him.

Jungkook sees you rubbing an eraser at a blank surface and purses his lips. He finally got the chance to spend time with you and he was hoping to break the ice and get closer to you, but he does this—he upset you and wasted your time. You're not gonna want to spend more time with him after this.

"I-I'm sorry. I really wanted to help. I can stay again tomorrow to make up for tonight," he offers. Everything about him screams eagerness and he must really be interested in art to be willing to stay in the garage-slash-studio during this Summer heat.

You feel the tingling pressure in your throat and your lips quiver. You clear your throat and will away the tears before it breaks through your paper wall.

"No. You did great, Jungkook. I'm just not feeling well tonight." Your voice was too soft, but at least it didn't break.

Jungkook walks past you and turns to face you, hands making contact with your shoulder. "Are you sick? I have some medicine in my bag," he offers. He retracts his hand and unzips his bag to take out whatever medicine he had stashed inside.

It's his genuine concern that does it for you. You suddenly sob and cover your face with your hands.

"Oh, Y/N, are you okay? Does something hurt?" He didn't expect this. Jungkook was taken aback and his worried eyes looked for signs of where you could have been hurt.

Your sobs turned to full-on bawling and Jungkook was quick to take you into his arms. He lets you cry and occasionally whispers assurances between your weeping despite not knowing why you suddenly burst into tears.

In that moment, you stood illuminated by harsh yellowish fluorescent lights like a Gustav Klimt painting on display. The A/C humming noise drowned out by your hiccups and his whispers.

You were the first to pull away. He didn't mean to, but the moment you separated from Jungkook and lowered your hands from your face, he laughed.

Offended at his reaction, you push him away and quickly gather your bag hanging on the chair.

"Wait," he calls for you as he fumbles to pick up the bag he let fall to the floor.

He calls your name but you decidedly ignore him, feet shuffling quickly to leave the garage.

Fucking ass, you think. You're mortified. You already dread tomorrow as your imagination runs wild. What if he tells his friends about your ugly crying? You think you don't care what frat guys think, but you still definitely don't want to be the talk of the campus. You've only transferred here last year and after being briefed by your friend on who to avoid, you made sure not to have a run in with guys like Jungkook.

This is exactly why you were holding everything in earlier. Every stereotype of frat guys being huge assholes behind the charming facade were true.

A flash of high school memories ambush you and you just want to get to your dorm and hide in your blankets. You'll just have to miss tomorrow's class, you plan.

You violently shrug when you feel a hand grip your wrist.

"Hey, will you wait," Jungkook pleads. You turn to face him and see him reach something in his pockets.

Fuck. He's not going to take a photo, isn't he?

You were ready to lunge at him, anything to prevent him from taking a snap at your post-bawl blotched face, when all of sudden, a soft cloth touched your face.

Jungkook chuckles at your startled face.

"You have charcoal smudged all over your face," he points out. His bunny teeth peeks through his curved lips and the sides of his eyes wrinkle from amusement.

"Oh." You visibly flinch when he uses his thumb to brush the apple of your cheeks.

"There," he smiles, eyes fixated on his finger caressing your skin.

"You know you really have pretty eyes."

If you were in a romantic movie, his line would have panned out well. But you're not, so cue the sound of glass breaking to signify a shattered moment.

To think, you bought his act. You thought, here's a deviant frat boy species. Maybe not all of them are only interested in girls and booze. You even thought this Jeon Jungkook isn't so bad.

Until he says that.

Breaking away and stepping back from him, you humorlessly laugh in disbelief.

"You're a fucking cliché, Jungkook. Does this babble usually work on chicks?" You take a look at him and he has the audacity to look unaware of how hokey the situation is.

"Wha—" Poor boy couldn't even finish his sentence, you thought.

"Y/N, I'm not following."

You were about to make a joke on flies flying straight to his agape mouth but you hold yourself back. Instead, you make a gesture of shaking your head as you force out another dry laugh. You look at him one last time and walk away from the frat boy once again.

You hear his footsteps follow you, along with calls of your name. "Did I say something wrong?"

You stop as you reach the threshold—you're almost out of the garage and out into the cold dark night, ready to rush into the safety of your dorm and away from sleazy college boys.

But something in you compels you to turn, and so you do. "Yes, Jungkook. You did." Your hands grip your bag tighter, feet taking a couple of steps back into the garage, to the shoddy light so he can see you.

"Did you really think this charming ‘oh-i’m-clueless act was going to drop panties? You wanna know about art?" You hurl the question; voice no longer shaky and unsure. "When the campus playboy starts touching my face on dimly lit spaces, and starts talking about my eyes, there's a word for it. There's an entire movement in the 20's—it's called surreal." You roll your eyes at him before making your exit.

It takes a minute for Jungkook to get his body to move. And when he does, you're already a distance away. Almost gone from his sight.

This is the second time today that you rendered him immobile and speechless. Just what the fuck did he do?

Meanwhile, you cursed at Jeon Jungkook on your entire walk home. Fuck him and his round innocent eyes for throwing the bees and butterflies in your stomach into chaos.

You tell yourself you dodged a bullet and that was just a ploy for him to get into your pants. You should actually congratulate yourself for turning away one of the notorious womanizers. Your roommate would be proud of you.

Still, you couldn't deny the jolt you felt in your chest when he touched your face and spewed those cheesy lines about your eyes.

You grunt as you slam the door to your dorm.

"Damn. Who pissed you off?" Jihyo, your roommate stares at you across her table.

You heave a sigh of exhaustion and plop yourself on the carpeted floor. "Had a run in with a frat guy," you spit with a scowl. "You remember the guy you were talking about last week? Jungkook? He's the model for this week."

"Seriously? That's..." Jihyo's head tilted sideways as she looked for the right word, brows furrowing. "Out of character for him."

You raise your head and prop your arms to face your roommate. "Right? That's what I thought, but Taehyung said he was interested in learning art."

At this, Jihyo pauses while eating and guffaws. "Is he for real?"

You roll your eyes at no one in particular and rest your head on your palms as your other hand plucks at the carpet. "Nah, I'm pretty sure he was just there to pick up girls."

Jihyo squints at you, suddenly alert as she senses something you haven't told her yet.

"He hit on me," you start. Already growing flustered at the recollection of the afternoon. "You know those cheesy lines from romcoms, he actually used them on me." You went on detail by detail about what happened and ended your story with a shudder. "This is the first time I might dread going to the class."

"Yep, I see why he thinks he could get away with the cheesiest line," Jihyo murmurs. Apparently, during your story, Jihyo picked up her phone and started to stalk Jungkook's profile. "I mean shame it wasn't nude because have you seen this body?" She flips her phone so you can see her screen.

"What? That's not Jungkook." You stand from your spot and walk closer to Jihyo and snatch the phone. "This isn't Jungkook."

"What are you talking about? That’s literally his profile,” Jihyo takes her phone back, wanting to take another look if you’re looking at the same thing. “See, Kim Jongkook. He’s the notorious fuck boy, probably in all departments. Good thing is, he’s graduating this year.”

Oh, fuck.

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ratridingaskateboard · 2 months

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Tear You Apart

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader!

TW: 18+, wet dream, p in v, cursing, bdsm, sexual acts, sexual fantasies, etc.

A/N: The trigger warnings would be too long if I mentioned every sexual act ever done in this story. We would be here all day!!

Synopsis: Eddie has had a crush on Y/n since the day she stepped foot into Hawkins High School. After constantly fantasizing about her, will fantasy finally become a reality?

The second Y/n waltzed her way into the main hall of Hawkins High, Eddie was awe-struck. She was clad in a bleached jean jacket capped in patches and pins of metal and rock bands. Many of them Eddie hadn’t even heard of. The Black Sabbath t-shirt she wore had been ripped to shreds, showing only a tanktop underneath. Her plaid red skirt swayed as she walked and had boys and girls anticipating for a gush of wind to reveal what was hidden under that scanty piece of clothing. To no one’s surprise, within minutes of walking in she was quickly pulled into the principal’s office for dress code violations.

The hall had erupted into gossip over who this mystery girl was. No one at Hawkins had a single clue who she was or why she chose their school to be graced with her presence. Eddie had never seen anyone like her in Hawkins, if he had he would’ve known. Just seeing what she was wearing made the blood rush to his cheeks but the second he saw her patched covered jacket he was practically on his knees.

This was his chance to finally get with a girl who he shared similar interests with. Don’t get him wrong, Eddie loved getting laid no matter what type of girl it was. But most girls had little to no interest in Eddie, they just wanted to see what it was like to fuck the school freak. They didn’t complain but they didn’t speak about it either. He was, to put it simply, a conquest. Now he had the ability to be around someone who, he hoped, wouldn’t shun him away like the others.

Eddie’s friends gathered around him at his locker, passing comments about the new girl and her clothing.

“God- I hope they don’t give her a pair of pants to wear.” Gareth hissed under his breath.

“I think I saw her bra underneath her shirt” Jeff added.

“The second you guys see a girl you are like dogs! I am surrounded by barbarians!” Dustin was quick to be the voice of reason. It was hard for teenage boys to view any girl as a person much less a girl who showed a little skin.

“You’re right Dustin. Did you see her jacket? It was covered in Metal patches. She seems cool.” Eddie finally added.

“Sorry Eddie- I was a little busy looking at other pieces of clothing she was wearing.” Gareth said.

Eddie rolled his eyes. One of the things Wayne had taught Eddie once he had reached puberty was to be a gentleman. Apparently, Gareth was not given this pep talk. Obviously, Eddie was attracted to her but he had to push down the want to tear her clothes off in order to form a relationship with her.

Hours had passed and she was still no where to be seen. Eddie assumed the principal must have sent her home with the list of violations she had achieved on the first 15 minutes she was inside the school.

Lunch was no different than usual except for the extra chatter of the mysterious new girl and her fondness for revealing clothing. Eddie pushed the food around on his lunch tray, disgusted by the unknown meat with the rancid smell.

“Hey-“ A gentle hand pressed against Eddie’s shoulder. The smell of cigarettes and vanilla filled his nostrils. Eddie looked up to see his friends wide eyed, staring at this unknown figure behind him.

“I like your Dio patch. That’s my favorite album by them.”

Eddie moved his neck to look at her but he found himself too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. Instead, his eyes focused on the jacket she wore, naming each band in his head- trying to get his mind off the absolute fool he was making of himself.

Shit, her hand was still on his shoulder. His face turned to a shade of red he didn’t believe was possible to achieve unless in scorching hot weather.

“Don’t mean to be an asshole but your sewing isn’t the best.” She traced a line with her finger against the trim of the patch. Eddie could still feel the softness of her fingertips even through the denim of jacket and cotton of his shift. Suddenly, Eddie felt the warmth of her breath against his ear.

“If you ever need someone to teach you, I would love to.”

Her hand moved back to his shoulder and lightly squeezed it, sending spikes of electricity through his spine. Then, she was gone.

Eddie’s face remained just as red as before. His fellow Hellfire members tried to help him regain consciousness but Eddie remained silent. He was stunned. He had never felt so weak. She toyed with him and he didn’t even fight back. He had never felt so powerless. In most situations he had had with girls, he was the one who approached and the one who lead. But, she… she was different.

“Eddie, dude, you should probably go to the bathroom.” Jeff patted Eddie’s shoulder, finally getting his attention.

Eddie looked down to find his dick as stiff as a board in his pants. Jesus Christ, he needed to get his shit together. This girl was messing with his fucking head.

After a moment in the bathroom, Eddie was able to go about his day as normally as he could. He still stumbled whenever he thought of the softness of her hand or the smell of her perfume. But as long as he didn’t see her he was fine. Right?

After Hellfire, Eddie returned to the trailer he shared with his Uncle and plopped himself on his bed. God- was he exhausted. Didn’t know being teased by a girl would make him so tired. His eyes fluttered closed and he gave in.

“E-Eddie please,” Y/n wimpered, looking up at him with big doe eyes, her hands restrained behind her back.

“Please what?” Eddie persisted, his leg pushing in between her thighs, feeling the warmth of her.

“P-Please fuck me!” She huffed, grinding her hips against his thigh. She seemed so helpless now. Her dominance was subdued by him and she had become a mess of herself.

“How much do you want it?” Eddie whispered in her ear, her perfume smelled even stronger when he was this close to her neck.

“I-I want it so bad, Eddie! Please I’m begging you!” She wailed.

He loved seeing her like this. Fuck, it made him feel like he was gonna cum in his pants. He couldn’t make her wait any longer and neither could he.

He started to reach his hand under her shirt when-

He woke up. It was a dream. It was a fucking dream. And one thing he knew about dreams like these, they always end the same.

Eddie lifted his comforter to find his boxers covered with jizz as well as the sheets underneath him. Eddie’s face crumpled into a frown. He had to get her back for this.

A/N: Dont worry there will be a part two coming soon!!! Hope u enjoyed

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 10 months

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You run into Eddie at Family Video when you're searching for Scary movies for Summerween ✨🎃☀️

Warnings; Fluff, hint of spice.

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It was a late summers night and you were in a desperate mood for some good movies, snacks and to relax after a stress inducing day working on Hawkin's High post with Nancy.

The two of you got on so well but Fred was resisting to a lot of your ideas and him and Nancy butted heads on a lot of topics.

Today was a particularly grueling day and all you wanted was some peace and quiet.

Well, that's until you went into Family Video and walked into Eddie Munson ranting about something.

His brown eyes were full of fire as he gestured to Dustin and Steve and his shaggy hair was even wilder than normal.

He was dressed in a Metallica shirt, leather jacket and jeans.

What exactly they were arguing about you didn't know but you caught words like campaign, stressed out and figured he was having trouble thinking up a campaign.

"The problem is Henderson is that I have to many ideas and I don't know what to do" Dustin catches your eye then grins.

"Hey Munson, take a breath before you pass out handsome" Eddie stills then turns to you, a blush creeps up his cheeks.

"Dude, you could have told me that she was there" The blush combined with his annoyance at Dustin made a thought flit through your mind.

Did Eddie have a crush on you? God, you hoped so. The guy was so hot and the way he played the guitar had you swooning.

You never swooned at anything until you saw Eddie play at The Hideout. You smile. If you played this right then maybe Eddie could be your date for tonight.

💕

Eddie had noticed you before, of course, he did. You were sweet, pretty and popular and yet never acted like a lot of the popular kids did.

You were always nice to Dustin, Lucas and Mike but he knew you had a soft spot for Max. He saw you at her trailer when her mom was working late, helping Max with the chores and her homework.

So yeah, Eddie noticed you but like any member of the Dark Side except for maybe Chrissy and one or two others, he assumed you would be bitchy or despise him.

Or a saccharine sweet princess.

Yeah, you were super hot and he had a bit of a crush on you but he never planned on speaking up about it.

Until now.

He didn't expect to see you wearing a Nightmare on Elm Street shirt and carrying a stack of horror movies with a beam on your face. The sight took his breath away.

"Wow, you got a lot of movies for the night honey" Steve whistles and you shrug.

"Summer watchlist, anything to get me through it and onto the best months of the year" you grin.

"Yeah, been a long hot summer so far" Steve agrees while Dustin frowns as he looks at your movie collection.

"Who do you think would win in a fight, Freddy or Michael Myers" You ponder this but before you can answer Eddie does.

"Dude, Myers duh, he would kick Freddy's ass back and forth, Myers literally can't be killed. Or at least its super fucking hard"

Dustin scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Eddie, come on dude. Freddy could use all his powers in Myer's dreams and turn the table on Myer's"

Steve raises his hand awkwardly.

"Uh, can't Freddy be killed by fire though? Myers was shot and burned the shit out of and still came back?" Dustin looks at him with betrayal in his eyes and Eddie grins.

"Exactly, Steve. Dustin you butthead just admit you're wrong" Steve looks at you plesdingly so you sidle up to Eddie.

Hopefully you can distract him.

You turn to Eddie with a little smile on your face and mischief in your eyes.

"Are you coming to join me Munson for movie night?" he stops arguing at once and his eyes shine with excitement.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I don't bite...unless you're into that sort of thing?"

You wink and Eddie gapes, then collects himself smirking.

"Of course if you'd rather sit here and argue about Freddy vs Michael" you trail off and walk out the door, Eddie takes a second to be cool, before running out after you.

This movie night just got a lot more interesting...

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson

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aclowntiny · 1 year

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The Dancing Effect- Best Friend!Dino x Gender Neutral!Best Friend!Reader (College AU)

Word Count: 3,434 | Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers, College AU | Warnings: 💋 hehe

“Admit it, you love it.”

You turned to meet the eyes of your best friend, upturned in pleasure as he grinned at you, shaking your head in amusement as he ran a hand through his bleached-blonde hair.

He’d invited you to join a dance class with him, just a beginner one rather than the advanced stuff he did for his major, and out of need for an elective you’d agreed. The class was a mix of styles, ranging from swing and waltz to some fun Latin steps. Partners were assigned and you got given a guy named Jihoon who wasn’t exactly the tallest guy in class, but really shocked you with his strength when he effortlessly dipped you each salsa round. As you twirled around the smooth studio floor, you could see your own reflection passing the mirrored walls with a grin. There was no denying this was your most fun elective yet, even if you didn’t want to give Chan the satisfaction.

“I guess it is pretty fun,” you conceded mock-grudgingly, relenting into a grin at the pure joy radiating across Chan’s face.

He must have really wanted you to enjoy dancing. “What’s your favorite style so far?”

You swerved around a skateboarder, arcing around to return to Chan’s side. “I don’t know, there’s something cute about the swing,” you replied.

Your best friend nodded thoughtfully, squinting slightly at you as if in scrutiny. “I see.”

You just giggled. “What? Why, what’s your favorite?”

“I don’t know, the waltz is kind of romantic.”

“Oh yeah? Thinking of your partner, eh?” You couldn’t help but tease him. You didn’t know the girl he was paired with, but she seemed nice and no matter what his reaction would be funny.

“Ew,” Chan’s nose wrinkled, his face screwing up hilariously, “Minkyung is my friend’s sister! No way!”

You put your hands in the air, palms up. “All right, all right, just checking.”

“Yeah, she’s totally not my type.”

He always said that, but you’d yet to hear what was Chan’s type. If you didn’t know him so well, you’d just assume he wasn’t ready for a relationship, but he was a great guy, so probably just picky. Or looking for someone who could be as sassy as him, you reflected as the two of you continued teasing each other.

Chan’s club was hosting a little ‘fall bash’ outside of the student union. They were putting up one of those big shade tents with snack tables and setting up speakers, lights, and banners for some icebreakers and dancing. All students were welcome of course, so not majoring in dance didn’t exclude you in the slightest.

Free food and new company was all it took for you, a recent transfer to campus, to be sold, but the light show sounded like it was going to be bomb, too.

“Yeah, they’ll be dancing over us as we move! In fall colors of course almost like leaves! I tried to get them to actually make leaf-shaped formations, but they said-”

“Whoa, slow down there, Passion Boy.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there.”

“What are you going to wear?”

You cocked a brow. “Why, are you supposed to dress up? I didn’t think this was prom.”

“Nah, it’s wear whatever you want.”

“Then frankly I have no clue. Maybe that orange sweater I got? That's fall-y."

"Orange sweater. Got it."

You weren't sure what Chan had meant until you showed up to the party and saw him dressed in a burnt orange blazer, which was buttoned smartly over a black turtleneck and matching jeans and boots, just a hint of fall color that perfectly matched yours.

"What is this, Sadie Hawkins?" You teased, tugging at Chan's sleeves.

Your best friend just shrugged, pinching a peach ring out of a nearby candy bowl and bringing it to his lips. "Thought it might be fun."

"That is a cool blazer. Is it comfortable?"

"Here," he unbuttoned it immediately, shrugging it off his shoulders, "try it on."

Chuckling, you removed your jacket, then pulled the sleeves on over yours, buttoning yourself in and inhaling a big whiff of Chan's scent. A unique mix of cologne and that faint, perpetual bit of dance sweat. Whether it was a good or bad smell you couldn't even tell at that point because you were so used to it, it just smelled like home to you. Ever since you guys had your first class a year ago, you were inseparable, sharing car space and visiting each other's dorms all the time. In all honesty, you were a bit surprised you could still smell it after this long, but the blazer seemed to hold an extra concentrated Chan essence you found yourself wanting to inhale just for the comfort.

"So," your best friend raised his eyebrows, "like it?"

With a nod, you answered "I do. I might just steal it."

He teasingly unbuttoned it and pulled it back off you, onto his own chest once more. "Alright, then no more. Go get your hand stamped, (y/n)."

"Get my what now?"

"If you wanna dance, you have to sign the waiver and get a stamp. Campus liability and all that."

"Right, in case our swing dance rager gets us grievously wounded," you rolled your eyes, making your way to the table where two guys stood, one on either side.

One of them, a guy in white with black hair and a sweet smile, introduced himself as Soonyoung, gawking when you signed in as (y/n) because 'oh my gosh you're the friend Chan is always talking about'. He gave you an incredibly pleased grin as he pressed the stamp against the back of your hand, leaving a little orange cartoon of a fall leaf on it.

"Do you have any other stamps?" The other guy, a tall, trenchcoat-and-sweater-clad figure with sort of long hair, asked.

"We don't and you know it," Soonyoung shook his head, nudging him teasingly, "you international students think you can come in and tell us what to do, huh?"

Tall Guy put his hand over his heart in mock offense, and Soonyoung reached over to quickly stamp it, sticking his tongue out as he did so.

"You're an international student? Where are you from?"

"China," he answered with a wide smile, looking directly at you but batting at Soonyoung blindly from behind with one hand, "Guangdong, to be a little more specific. My name is Junhui."

"See, I may be the (y/n) Soonyoung heard about, but I've heard a ton about your dancing skills from Chan! He says he wants to go to China, you and the other guy are so good! What's the other guy's name?"

Junhui waved off your compliment. "Minghao is a way better dancer than me. And if you want dirt on Chan, he's the one you want to go to," he added with a devilish little smile.

"I'll remember that," you reply, mirroring his expression before wandering back over to the snack tables to grab a few of your favorite candies, squinting a bit in the dim purplish ambience and nighttime air to find them.

Your classmate Mia was at the snack table too, gingerly grabbing some chips as you stuffed your own face, so you busied yourself with asking how her math test went until a lilting, old-fashioned tune poured forth from the speakers.

You gasped. "Time to dance!" Tossing your candy wrappers, you shuffled excitedly over to the wide open area of student zone concrete that was the dance floor.

Being members of the hosting dance club, Junhui and Soonyoung each grabbed you for a dance first, and wow, was that two different experiences. Junhui led you so smoothly, fluidly, and gently you felt like you were being glided on clouds, dancing just as well as your instructor did. You almost felt like you were back in class learning the best pace for each triple-step. He was so nice about it, you forgot to feel embarrassed at your own novice skills. Following that, Soonyoung was a whirlwind, twirling you exuberantly and performing crossovers and turns you'd never even seen before; your feet could barely keep up, but you were laughing the whole time. Mia asked you to teach her what everyone was doing, so you did your best to lead her despite usually performing in class as a follower, clumsily giving her a lesson before taking her for a turn around the spotlight-dotted dance floor, the sidewalk a glittering, wonderful mess of dancing duos and even singles doing their own thing.

You stopped to drape your jacket on a chair, grab a soda and recharge, and that was when you saw Chan. He was doing the same thing as you, catching your eyes with a smile and nod of his head. His blonde hair was thoroughly tousled by the wind now, all the fast steps of the last song clearly being taken as a challenge.

A new song started a few sips later. "Come on, it's my turn now!"

The moment you obliged, Chan took your hand. Close as you guys were, you'd never really held hands before. It surprised you how delicately your best friend intertwined your fingers, taking your hand slowly as if reaching for something behind a door that might close. He held your hand like that, gently connected, until you reached the floor, where he let go, sliding his right hand down to your waist as you rested your left on his shoulder. He joined your other hands, extending them out a bit before glancing off, clearly mentally counting the song's pace.

Chan swayed you so gently, leading you carefully into each step of the turn. Much more warning than Soonyoung, and a little more care somehow than even Junhui, who moved like it was second nature to him. Chan seemed to take his time, savoring every motion and smiling widely at the joy you got from each turn. When you went to each side and even as you stepped back, his eyes never left yours. Maybe it was the spotlights dancing over the makeshift floor, but they looked extra sparkly tonight. Or maybe it was what you called the dancing effect. Jihoon was always cuter to you when he was dipping you.

That had to be it, but you'd never looked into Chan's eyes so deeply, so intently before. You knew if you looked at your feet, gazed too long at another pair dancing, you'd lose time, falter in your footing, so your best friend's gaze was your anchor, the center of your every motion. There was no reason to look away, especially when the twinkling green and white lights reflected so well in them. You'd never felt the warmth of Chan's hand against your waist either, the way he softly pulled you closer to his chest after you strayed too far from a twirl. It was getting harder to convince yourself that your heart was just beating faster from the exertion of dancing to six songs in a row.

"Are you glad you came?" He asked in between songs, tilting his head and keeping you swaying even in the momentary silence, as if you'd run away from him otherwise.

What a time to ask that question. "Yeah," you breathed, giving a simple nod, "this is really fun."

"I was hoping you'd enjoy it," he replied. No teasing for once- you could tell by his tone how genuine he was being.

You felt his hand flex ever-so-slightly above your waist, the dancing effect sending your heart jumping. "Of course."

They'd snuck some Latin songs in before the night was over, and you were beyond frustrated upon your brief partner switch that Jihoon was no longer all that cute to you, even when he dipped you.

"Well, I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow."

"Whoa, whoa," Chan jogged to keep up with you, "oh no you don't, I'm walking you back."

"I know my way back to the dorms, Chan," you replied with a light laugh. The glittering spotlights had been once again replaced with almost eerie mystic purple ambiance, casting shadows on the concerned frown crossing Chan's defined features.

"Yeah, but it's dark. I'm getting you home safe."

There was that flutter again- he'd done that before, though, countless times. You'd walked between your buildings more times than you'd needed to keep record of. This was nothing new.

You relented anyway. "Alright, yeah, thanks. You're right."

"I know I am. Campus can be dangerous. You need someone to keep you safe."

"Oh, my knight in shining armor," you teased, giving his shoulder a little push and drinking in the smile you received in response. Why wasn't the dancing effect wearing off?

"Come on, let's go."

"The guys are still tearing down."

"Eh," Chan waved a hand, "They can fold a few tables without me. Right, guys?" He called a little bit louder.

Soonyoung gave him a thumbs-up. Junhui whooped, and the graceful guy you'd come to know as Minghao just remarked that no matter what they said he'd go anyway before cracking a mischievous smile.

"See? On we go."

Leaves drifted through the night air, carried in a dance of their own as cold air blew. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around your middle as you reminisced on the night's success.

"Here, you need this more than I do. Besides," Chan smirked as he removed his blazer again, "you liked it so much the first time."

You'd thought nothing of wearing his blazer the first time. Why did it make you so happy now? Maybe it was the way he draped it onto you himself, making you feel like a 1950s starlet or something. Maybe it was the way that as you took nearly-stinging breaths of cold air, still inhaling harder from exertion, you picked up that homey smell again, this time mixed with a skosh more dance sweat, but you didn't mind, knowing you had the same and Chan wouldn't judge you for it.

When you reached the door of your building, slowly drawing your key card from your wallet, you gave him his blazer back, hands dropping to your sides. "Well, thanks for everything. You guys really should have more parties. This was a lot of fun."

"Are you kidding? Thanks for coming! This was a success, so I'm sure we'll have an even bigger one next time!"

Your eyes didn't leave his. "That's the spirit."

"Always. Hey, well, good night."

"Good night," you breathed back as Chan pulled you into your customary goodbye hug.

You weren't sure if it was you, him, or just straight-up your imagination that held on a bit longer this time. When you separated, he kept a hand on your shoulder for just a second, leaning in a tiny bit and looking at you with those furrowed, scrutinizing brows, then just as quickly he pulled back away, scurrying off. You couldn't help feeling a very hard lightning bolt of disappointment zap you through the clouds of confusion.

"Guess I'd better go help. I'll see you tomorrow, though!" He ran off, waving like nothing different had happened.

You waved slowly, resisting the urge to lightly slap some sense into your head.

You were early to dance class that afternoon, feeling a strange anticipation of the whole event. You could tell as soon as you walked in, though, that you were going to have a hard time keeping your eyes off of Minkyung and how she got danced with, though.

That was the root of your anticipation. Ever since that dang party, that cursed blazer and the way Chan held you, it was like every muscle in your body ached to see him again. Despite all the time you'd gotten with him in the past year. It was like that had vanished completely, leaving a void more massive than you'd have ever guessed behind. Like even though you'd loved every minute of hanging out, you'd somehow took it all for granted.

"I'm surprised Chan hasn't come barreling in with your jacket yet," a voice commented at your side.

Turning around, you were met with Minghao.

"My jacket?"

He nodded. "Yeah, you left it behind at the party and Chan kept saying how he was going to have to remember to bring it back to you after letting you forget it. Seemed like he felt a little bad." That smile again. For all his calm, Minghao had a little streak of fire in him, it seemed.

And, if you remembered Junhui correctly, dirt on Chan. "Junhui said you know Chan pretty well, huh?"

That earned you a full-on grin. "Well, he's not my best friend or anything, but he opens up to me. Something you wanted to know?"

"No, Junhui just told me about you having something I could tease him about is all," you chuckled.

"Please don't." The slender dance major still sounded faintly amused, but something in his tone softened.

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Don't tease him about it, ok?"

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"He really likes you, ok? So don't give him a hard time. You should know better than anyone he's more sensitive than he gives off."

"He what?" You didn't mean to raise your voice as much as he did, especially with the reverb in the mostly-empty dance practice room, but you could barely hear anything over the roar of your chest's somersaults.

"Oh, wait, Junhui didn't spill the beans?"

So that was why no one was Chan's type? Your jaw dropped, but before you could say anything, the door swung open, revealing the figure of your bleach-blonde friend stepping into the fluorescent light, casually dropping his backpack against the wall and waving brightly at you.

You, for your part, waved back, well aware that you were probably smiling like an idiot. The void in your chest filled so fast, it was like it barely existed in the first place.

After class, you guys grabbed your stuff, presumably to take your usual walk to the student union, but Chan stopped you. "You left your-"

"Jacket, yeah, I realized this morning."

"Yeah, sorry."

"Don't be," you chuckled, "I have more than one, you know."

"Yeah, but I like this one, so I wanted to make sure you had it. It's your old one. I didn't wash it, so it still has that (y/n) smell," he commented with a sheepish smile.

So you had a smell too. Something about that filled you with nearly as big a wave of confidence as Minghao's words, which had your chest soaring all through class and even Jihoon asking you why you were so giddy. You just told him you'd gotten good news. Either way, your heart pounded as you threw caution to the wind. No more taking anything for granted.

"That one's your favorite, huh? Tell you what," you quipped, stepping close enough to take the jacket out of Chan's hands and drape it over his shoulders, "you keep it then and I will steal your blazer."

"Why would I do that?" He asked, gulping at the way your hands smoothed the jacket over his chest.

"Call it something in the dance floor air," you said, giving him one last look in the eyes before your hands found your jacket's collar, tugging it forward until Chan fell into you, his lips meeting yours.

The moment you connected, Chan kissed back, hands wrapping around your waist far tighter than they had last night as yours slid up his chest and around his neck. You moved faster, then he did, and you both kept at it, challenging each other until you both needed air. As you pulled away, though, Chan caught the back of your head in his hand, pulling you back into him so your foreheads rested together.

"Man, if all it took was dancing with you, I'd have made Jihoon switch partners with me on day one."

"Minghao also may or may not have snitched on you."

"I'm going to fight him."

"But it was mostly the dancing."

"Charmed you, didn't I?"

"Something like that."

"What can I say," Chan commented, flicking forward just long enough to ghost his lips over yours, "I know you so well."

You smiled and shook your head, which fell onto his shoulder, bringing that homey smell up into your head with the fall breeze once more. For once, you didn't feel like sassing Chan back, your chest-void now overflowing with more serotonin than you knew what to do with. "That you do."

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #dino #dino x reader #dino x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #college au #best friends to lovers #fluff

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cassiopeiaemiliagaunt · 2 years

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The Badass New Girl | E.M.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Summary: Dustin’s cousin moves to Hawkins with her family for senior year. A tale of bullying a bully, teasing Dustin and his friends and a promising new love.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Curse words, lightly bullying Jason

Author’s Note: I quite enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoy it too! Also I uploaded this on my phone so the lay-out can be a bit weird haha

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t mine :))

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“-so tomorrow, she and her parents will be fully settled and she’ll have her first day at school here! She’s a senior as well, you know.” Dustin rambles excitedly to anyone and anything who’ll listen.

The members of the Hellfire Club are currently sitting at their unofficial designated freak-table. Eddie sighs, where that kid gets his energy - and the impression that Eddie cares - he’ll never know.

“Henderson, I swear, I really don’t care about your lame cousin,” Eddie voices his thoughts.

“But she’s not lame! She’s cool! She even draws like really wel-”

“I’m telling you I don’t care, Henderson.”

Luckily, Eddie was quite literally saved by the bell from hearing any more of Dustin’s praise about his cousin. He lazily gathered his things, including the inconspicuous drug case / lunch box he hauls around everywhere. He never lets the freshmen touch it though. He might not be a saint, but he still has some principles. And he feels quite protective over the shitheads, not that he’d ever admit that.

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The next day, at lunch, the little freshmen shits were nowhere to be seen. Eddie briefly wonders what they were up to, but then remembers they had said something about hanging out with Max this lunch and helping her practice some skate moves. Not that he cares. Okay, maybe he cares a little, he wants the dickheads to be safe.

He still has the company of Jeff and Gareth and though that‘s often good company, he is quite bored of them on this particular day. So he’s just zoning out of their conversation, eyes roaming the cafeteria freely.

He‘s thinking about just skipping lunch and a few periods, maybe getting high in the woods near the school, when he sees you walk into the cafeteria.

He’s not sure if he’s seen you before, you look vaguely familiar but he can’t quite put his finger on why. He assumes he’s probably seen you before around the school. He is, however, absolutely entranced by you. You walk in with a careless attitude, just listening to music on your walkman and ignoring everything else.

He sees you plop down at an empty table next to the Hellfire one, alone and seemingly unbothered. You rummage through your bag before pulling out a notebook and scribbling in it, your head bopping to your music. He can’t quite explain why but there’s an ‘I don’t give a fuck’-like attitude to you. Your clothing style doesn’t help either. You’re wearing a pair of jeans with a shirt tucked in and, most importantly, a leather jacket.

Overall, he decides he likes you. You’re hot, you’re wearing a leather jacket and you’ve got the attitude right.

Suddenly, as if feeling his eyes on you, you snap your head up and look right back at him. You arch an eyebrow at his staring, but it seems more inquisitive than hostile. He just grins at you in response.

Out of the corner of his eye, however, he sees Jason Douchebag Carver walk up to your table. He stops right in front of you and says: “Hey, new girl!” Jason has the audacity to wink. Eddie can’t repress a gag. “Can I ask your name?” Carver continues.

You pull your headphones down, eye Jason up and down. You read his name on the Letterman jacket he’s wearing and remember Dustin telling you about him. Apparently he’s known for bullying him and his friends. You answer him with a firm “No.”

“No? Is that like short for Noelle or something?” Jason asks, a little dumbfounded.

You look at him incredulously, before saying, slowly so he can understand: “No as in No, you can’t ask my name. And I would very much appreciate it if you’d leave me alone now.” You’re full on glaring at him right now. Then you grab your headphones and put them back over your ears, to make your message clear.

“You’re gonna regret that, bitch!” Jason growls, seemingly not a big fan of rejection.

“Or what? You’re gonna throw a ball at me? I’m absolutely cowering in fear right now!” You deadpan sarcastically. Eddie can’t help the bark of laughter that comes out of his mouth.

Your eyes glance at him and you give him a little smirk, before Jason looks at him as well and says “What’s so funny, freak? Got nothing better to do than spy on me?” Jason lashes out at Eddie.

“I promised your mom I’d keep an eye on you, when I was fucking her last night,” Eddie shoots back with a wink. This provokes a laugh from your mouth and he can’t remember the last time he was this proud of himself.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the lunch break, and Jason growls something along the lines of “Saved by the bell,” before cowering back to his friends. You and Eddie share an amused look, before you grab your stuff and leave the cafeteria without another look.

Eddie knows it’s way too soon, but he thinks he might be in love.

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They’re late. You groan while climbing out of your car. You had promised your dear little cousin Dustyboy that you’d pick up him and his friends from their D&D-club. He’d assured you they’d be done at six and right now it’s quarter past.

You march inside the school and head to the basement, as you know the club was there somewhere. The basement is a long hall with doors on either side that look mostly deserted. There’s some commotion coming from a room at the end of the hall, though, so you figure the little nerds are there.

You slam the door open and are met with a peculiar scene. You recognize your cousin and his two annoying friends immediately. They’re deep in a discussion with a couple older guys, all huddled around one end of the table. The table itself is full of dice and papers and a huge map of some kind of fantasy world. And last, but definitely not least, at the other end of the table, a guy is lounging in a throne, looking intently at something hidden behind some binders.

You immediately recognize him as the guy who you sat close to during lunch, both having your fun with Jason the asshole. You have to admit he is hot. Incredibly so, actually, he is entirely your type. And he has proved that he has a great sense of humor during lunch. So yeah, maybe you spent the rest of the day thinking about him, wondering. And, okay, maybe the fact that he is the leader of the club your cousin is so enamored by, makes your heart melt a little. Not that you’d ever tell anyone that, obviously.

Dustin looks up at you with wide eyes then. “Oh hi, Y/N! We’re almost done, I swear!” He says quickly, realizing the session took longer than he promised you.

“Yeah, well, hurry your ass up then because I need to get you and tweedledee and tweedledum home before dinner,” you sigh, nodding your head at Lucas and Mike, who apparently didn’t like the nicknames.

Eddie looks up at the intruder then and almost can’t believe his eyes. It’s the girl from lunch! But how did Dustin know you? And then he realizes it, you had to be his cousin. Damn, he really missed the mark when he called you lame.

He quickly gets out of his throne and walks up to you, doing a little bow. “Hey, I don’t think we’ve been acquainted yet, as I’m sure I would have remembered that. I’m Eddie, Eddie Munson,” he says formally, with a wink when he looks back up at you.

“Why, hello,” you curtsy, “I’m Y/N, Y/N Henderson. It is an honor to get acquainted with you,” you smirk back.

“Oh right!” Dustin says, remembering he hasn’t introduced you yet, “Everyone, this is my cousin Y/N. Y/N, everyone.”

“I must say, my dear freshman friend, it is pretty hard to believe that she is your cousin,” Eddie teases Dustin, ruffling his curls. A light blush covers your cheeks.

“He’s adopted,” you whisper-shout jokingly, with one hand covering your mouth from Dustin’s point of view. This leads to Eddie barking out a laugh and Dustin yelling a “Hey!”. You can’t hide the small smile that spreads on your face.

“Ah, well then, that explains it,” Eddie nods.

“I told you she was cool,” Dustin grumbles, probably already regretting the two of you meeting.

“That you did,” Eddie concedes, “however, you seriously undersold how gorgeous she is.” Eddie winks at you, the blush on your cheeks darkening. From anyone else you’d probably cuss them out for saying stuff like that, but because it’s Eddie you can’t seem to get yourself anything but flustered.

Because you were always shit at dealing with compliments, you just turn your attention back to the three nerds you’re supposed to be driving around and say: “Okay, let’s go, dipshits!”

You turn on your heel and go back out into the basement hall, the freshmen following closely. When you’re almost at the end of the hall, you hear someone running after the four of you.

“Wait, Y/N!” Eddie pants lightly.

“Yes?” you ask, one inquisitive eyebrow raised. He moves to stand right in front of you.

“Would you like to go out with me this Friday?” Eddie asks bashfully, a very light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I thought you’d never ask, Munson,” you grin, giving him a light kiss on the cheek, before moving past him to the stairs. “Pick me up at eight!” you throw over your shoulder, feeling a little giddy, but desperately not trying to show it.

“Ew gross,” you hear your cousin mutter to his friends, but you ignore him.

Friday really can’t come any sooner.

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toasty-melons · 1 year

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Escaping Jackson

Ellie x reader

part 1 of ??

Part 2 :) || Part 3 :)

After Ellie and Joel officially move into Jackson, Maria gives you the job of being Ellie’s partner on patrols. While Ellie is adjusting into Jackson, you’re planning on escaping it.

< Ellie’s not mean, she’s just awkward :/ >

ALSO: i think i got my requests to work?? so you guys can request now (i hope)

TW: uhh cursing

i did not proofread <3

You pull your jacket around yourself tighter, trying to keep out the cold. It was almost mid-winter in Jackson, and you couldn't wait for it to be over already. Your shoes feel heavier with each step you take. Tugging on the backpack secured tightly to yourself, you quietly mumble an, 'almost there,' under your breath for encouragement to keep going. You look up to see your destination only a few more feet ahead.

Once you make it to the front door, you pull your hand out of your jacket pocket and knock on the door. While glancing around the front porch, you quickly stuff your hand back into your warm jacket. After a minute or two the door swings open to reveal a tall, older man. His dark brown hair and beard is littered with gray hairs that suit him rather well. He's wearing a flannel and some jeans. He clears his throat after looking at you for a moment and coming to the conclusion that he does not know who you are.

"Can I help you with something?" His voice is deep and gruff. He gives off the vibes that he would rather be doing anything else than speaking with you. Scary. You mentally shake it off and give him a soft smile.

"You must be Mr. Miller.. Joel? Um, anyways. Is.. Ellie here?" You lean slightly to the side to give yourself a better look inside behind Joel. You don't see her back there.

"Ellie? Yeah she's here.. I'll go grab her. Come on in, it's freezing out there." You take his kind offer, quickly making your way inside the door. You don't want to intrude, so you don't venture much further than a couple steps inside. You can already feel yourself starting to warm back up. Joel makes his way to what you're guessing is the living room, he yells her name. You flinch slightly at the sudden change of volume. A woman's voice, you're assuming is the girl you're looking for, yells back a, 'what?'

Joel walks further around the corner until he’s out of site. Whatever he's saying to her, you can't hear, so instead you take a glance around. It's pretty empty and dull. Boring. You didn't expect much from them, since they're pretty new here, but maybe a little something would be nice.

You hear footsteps coming your way and as you turn your head back around you have to look up slightly to meet her eyes. She has green eyes and freckles across her face. Her brown hair is on the shorter side, and is partly pulled back. Wow. She's pretty.. and intimidating. This has to be Ellie. Maria didn't lie when she described her, she is ‘pretty intimidating’ just by her looks.

"You must be Ellie? We're supposed to patrol together today. Maria told me where to find you." She looks you up and down and then turns around, walking back towards the room she came from. You furrow your brows at her actions. No, ‘hi how are you?’ Or a ‘cool, nice to meet you.’ Maybe she’s just shy? Or just plain rude? Don’t jump to conclusions. Be nice.

"I thought you would be taller." She mumbled it and you're not sure if you supposed to hear, but you did. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open. You scoff and out of the corner of your eye, you see Joel shaking his head and walking away further into the house and then out of site again. After a few moments, Ellie comes back with a backpack now hanging off her shoulders. You close your mouth and turn to make your way towards the front door. Maria didn't lie about Ellie's smart mouth either.

You don’t stop to wait on her to close the door or to catch up with you. But you know that she did, you can feel her following close behind you. After taking a deep breath and calming your nerves you glance back at her. You meet her eyes and feel your stomach drop. God she's intimating. Why did Maria ask you to do this? You break eye contact first.

"So.. Ellie.." you hear her hum softly in acknowledgment. "What brings you guys here? Like.. to Jackson?" At first you’re met with silence and you feel your cheeks start grow red in embarrassment. Oh shit. Were you not supposed to ask or something?-

"Joel is Tommy’s brother." You stop suddenly and whip your head around to face her. She almost slams right into you. "What the-.."

"Like married to Maria Tommy? Your dad is that Tommy's brother?" So she’s in the inner circle. No wonder they got in so easily. Ellie pauses and looks away, choosing to walk around you. You watch her for a few moments and then slightly jog to catch up with her.

"Yes.. and Joel is not my dad." You both had finally made it outside the walls of Jackson. Starting your journey along the snow covered route.

"Then why are you with him?" She won’t look at you. Maybe you shouldn’t ask?

"Because.." Definitely shouldn’t have asked.

“Oh…" At this point you were now following her.

"So.. you know the route?" You walk a bit faster to be able to walk beside her instead.

"I got the idea of it. Maria explained it to me yesterday." You nod and watch your feet as you walk. You can feel her eyes on you, but you refuse to meet them, choosing to play dumb. A couple of minutes go by without the two of you saying a word. You grab the straps of your backpack and fiddle with them, a nervous habit of yours.

“So you any good with that thing or do you just carry it around for show?” You look over at her, eyebrows furrowed and confusion written all over your face. She motions her head towards your backpack. “Your bow.”

Your mouth forms into and o-shape and you nod softly, “Yeah.. I would say i’m pretty good.” Ellie grins and gives you a soft scoff. “What?” She shakes her head and shrugs.

“Nothing.. you’re just.. odd.” Rude. You furrow your brows for what feels like the hundredth time today. You slow down a good bit before you finally stop walking. She turns to look back at you before stopping completely as well.

“What’s you’re problem?” She almost looks stunned at your question. You don’t know why, she was the one being rude.

“Geez.. sor-ry.” She doesn’t sound sorry. You shake your head and bump into her shoulder while walking past her, mumbling a ‘fucking ridiculous’ and a ‘cant wait to go home’ under your breath.

Thankfully the rest of the patrol had gone peacefully and without any problems.. or comments from Ellie. When you make it back safely inside the walls of Jackson, you march your way straight to Maria. Leaving Ellie to do whatever it is that she does. Knowing exactly where to find her at this time of the day you slam the door to the Tipsy Bison open and make your way over to her.

“Hey. How did Ellie do on patrol-“ You hold up a hand to stop her from talking.

“I’m not going on patrol with her again. Or doing anything with her.. ever.” Maria chuckles and crosses her arms over her chest while looking over at Tommy, who you just noticed standing there.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well?” You give her an exasperated noise rather than using your words. She shakes her head and shrugs slowly while taking a deep breath. “Well.. there’s not much I can do about that.. For right now, you’re the best I got to watch her on patrol.” You copy her stance and cross your arms over your chest, a frown tugging at your lips. “Don’t give me that look. Just suck it up and deal with it. Just for a little while, okay?” She gives you one of her looks. The one that no one can say no to. Dammit.

You slowly uncross your arms but the frown is still prominent on your face. You look over at Tommy and instantly know he’ll be of no help. Huffing, you roll your head to the side and sigh out a ‘..fine..’ Maria nods and places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it firmly.

“She’s needs some friends. Other than Joel, she’s all alone.” Your face softens a bit and you can feel your heart sink a bit. “You’re more alike than you think. Just give her another chance.” You look away and shrug her hand off your shoulder.

“I already said fine.” You turn around and as you go to leave Tommy speaks up.

“She’s a good kid… and so are you.” You stop. You don’t face him. You don’t face Maria either. You feel your face start to heat up, you’re fingers twitch. You’re angry. You didn’t choose to be here. In fact, you don’t even want to be here. You’re stuck here. Forever. Maybe.

You don’t say anything as you leave. You just go straight home. Home. No. It’s just the place you stay at.. for now. Unlocking the front door to the small house, you immediately drop your backpack onto the floor. You slowly make your way to the shower. You have to get to bed soon because you have another patrol with Ellie. Ellie. Just a few more weeks. Then you can finally get the hell out of this place.

Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #tlou #tlou2 #ellie the last of us #elliewilliams

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cootiekat · 10 months

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Babysitter ♡

warnings: none :)

genre: fluff

pairing: dad! eddie x fem! babysitter! reader

summary: You start babysitting for your coworker,Eddie, but will it turn into more?

a/n: This is my first fanfic I have ever written AND my first time writing in tumblr so bare with me please 😭😭 REQUESTS OPEN!!!🫶🫶🫶

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October 20, 1989

It all started with a text from your coworker, Eddie, asking if you could babysit his daughter. Of course you said yes, you didn’t have any plans for tonight. You got dressed in a sweater and jeans and headed out. Before stopping at Eddie’s you went to the grocery store for some snacks so you could be remembered as the “cool” babysitter and made a stop at Family Video to pick up the new movie The Little Mermaid.

When you got to Eddie’s trailer you noticed his van was already started so he probably was going to be leaving very soon. The door was already open so you just walked in.

“Eddie!” you called out. You admired all of the mugs on the walls and the living room that looked messy and cozy at the same time. You saw the little dining table for two in the corner and the small kitchenette, just down the hall you saw a bedroom covered in band posters and reeked of weed. Assuming the room was Eddie’s you walked in.

“Hey Eddie” you repeated now that you were in close quarters with him.

“Y/N HI! i’m so glad you made it on time.”

Eddie was dressed up in his normal attire except he was wearing a T-shirt that said Corroded Coffin on it with a black leather jacket on top. You’d be lying if you said Eddie didn’t look extremely good right now.

“Let me introduce you to Maggie”

Eddie led you down the hallway to a bedroom that was covered in princesses, unicorns, and all things girly. Maggie was sitting on the floor with her Barbies brushing their hair and dressing them up. Maggie was no doubt Eddie’s daughter they both sported long curly brown hair and big brown puppy eyes.

“Maggie, can you say hi to Y/N? She will be watching you tonight while Daddy is out.”

Maggie gave you a little wave and immediately curled into her fathers arms. Eddie was in complete awe and wrapped is arms around his daughter and gave her a tight hug. “How old are you, Maggie?” you asked softly. She held up three fingers with her hand, you couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness.

“Daddy is leaving now, but Y/n is going to take really good care of you.”

“Yep, I brought snacks and a movie. Have you ever seen The Little Mermaid?” you questioned. Maggie shook her head and looked up at her Dad to respond for her.

“I’ve been meaning to take her to Family Movie to rent it, she’s been begging to see it since it came out”

Eddie and you walked out of Maggie’s room leaving her to play with her dolls until she was done. Eddie was fidgeting when he spoke up.

“I had her right out of high school and i’ve never left her with anyone alone other than my uncle, so i’m a little nervous.”

“You have no need to be nervous, I babysat since I was in middle school for pocket change and worked at a daycare for a little bit in high school. This is definitely not my first rodeo.” you reassured him. You saw the weight come off Eddie’s shoulders.

“Sorry for the late notice.”

You waved him off and called Maggie to the front door. Maggie walked in very timidly. You knew it was going to take a minute for her to warm up to you.

“bye-bye, Daddy”

Eddie waves goodbye to his daughter and you and heads to his van. Maggie looks at you then grabs your hand and leads you back into her bedroom.

“This is Chelsea, I’m going to play with her because i’m little. You can be barbie cause you’re pretty.”

You thank her for her kindness and play barbie’s with her for about and hour until you hear her stomach growl. “Are you hungry?”

“a little bit, but I want to keep playing”

“you should never ignore your body when it tells you you’re hungry. We can come back and play after we eat if you would like?” Maggie agrees with you and puts her toys back into the play box and makes her way to the kitchen. You look around the kitchen to see what you can make. Yep. There definitely is not a woman living in this house because all that is in here is milk, spaghettios, mac n cheese, and leftovers from Dennys.

You begin boiling water for Mac n cheese when you notice Maggie sitting on the couch watching a black screen. “Would you like me to put in a movie while dinner is cooking?” Maggie bounces up and down and nods her head. You smile at her innocence and turn on the TV. You put in The Little Mermaid and go back to the kitchen to finish dinner. You find a small pink bowl and spoon and hand Maggie her Mac n cheese.

“yummy”

You sit with Maggie when you realize she is starting to fall asleep. “let’s go get you ready for bed.” you tell her while picking her up and taking her to the bathroom. You brush and braid her hair, wash her face, brush her teeth, and get her changed into pajamas.

“I want to finish the movie.”

You carry her back into the living room and finish the movie. Before the movie was even done Maggie was knocked out, so you decided to clean up the house a little. You dusted the fans, wiped counters, cleaned dishes, folded laundry, cleaned Maggie’s room, and cleaned the bathroom. All of the cleaning wore you out so you went back into the living room and cuddled with Maggie and fell asleep to the sound of the rain outside.

The sound of Eddie’s van woke you up. You watch Eddie trying to be quiet thinking you are both asleep. You start to stand up to grab your things when Eddie stops you.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to leave?”

“You should just stay here for the night.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s twelve in the morning and it’s pouring outside”

You hesitated for a moment, you were not prepared for spending the night, so you don’t have any extra clothes, a toothbrush, and you have a very strict skincare regimen you cannot skip. Eddie noticed you’re hesitation.

“I would never force you to stay if you would rather go home, but can you at least stay here until the rain calms down”

You decided to stay because you were terrified of driving in the rain and if Eddie was okay with you staying for the night then might as well.

“okay, i’ll stay. Do you have any extra clothes I can borrow?”

Eddie heads to his room to get you an oversized T-shirt and some loose pajama pants and hands them to you.

“You can get changed for bed in the bathroom, I’m going to put Maggie in her room.”

You headed to the bathroom to change looking at yourself in the mirror and washing all of your makeup off. You headed out to the living room and notice Eddie making up the couch. “Thank you, but I could’ve done that” you tell him not wanting to be too much of a burden.

“Y/n you already cleaned up the whole house the least I could do was make my own bed.”

“Your bed?”

“Yeah, i’m going to sleep out here you can take my room.”

“I can’t do that, you’re already letting me stay, I can’t take your room too.”

“If my uncle ever found out I let a beautiful woman sleep on this old couch while I slept comfortably in my bed he would flip.”

You silently thanked Eddie for the change of clothes and for letting you stay in his room for the night. You walked into Eddie’s room and layer in his bed and admired all of the art on his walls his guitar he used to play in high school. You wondered if he still played, you quickly fell asleep in his soft and warm bed.

A boom of thunder rang through the trailer and you shot up in the bed startled. You were so terrified of the storm you could not bring yourself to go back to bed. You got out of bed and slowly walked trying not to make the floor creek. You finally made your way to the kitchen and read the clock on the wall 3:30am. You slowly opened the fridge and took out the milk and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet and quietly poured the milk into the cup. Just as you were about to put the glass into the microwave you heard Eddie’s groggy voice.

“can’t sleep?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been up, don’t worry you didn’t wake me”

“so, you saw me creep into the kitchen?”

“yup.”

You began your walk of shame back into Eddie’s room when you heard him ask.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“sure”

“I don’t have many, but I have a couple I rented from Family Video and never returned.”

You chuckled at his statement and begin looking through his collection of VHS tapes. Most of the movies were Maggie’s and they’re were a couple of horror and slasher movies, but what caught your eye was a cute romcom you would’ve never imagined Eddie to have. “When Harry Met Sally?” you questioned as you held up the tape.

“Hey, it was on the new release shelf, i didn’t pick it on purpose!”

“yeah right”

“I SWEAR! i’ve never seen that movie before.”

“You sound mighty defensive right now, Edward” you say to him in a disbelieving tone as you slide the tape into the VCR. You went to press play when you notice the movie was already halfway through. You glanced at Eddie who looked defeated. “It’s okay to admit you like romcoms, Eddie. I still think you’re a hardcore badass.”

“You think i’m a hardcore badass?”

“of course I do”

You rewind and start the movie and sit down next to Eddie on the couch. If you were being honest this was the most comfortable you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Eddie wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to his side. Your whole body stiffened at the sweet side of Eddie. Eddie must’ve noticed because he whispered in your ear.

“Calm down, Princess. I wont bite unless you ask me too.”

Your whole face was red and hot at this point. You and Eddie stayed like this until the end of the movie when Eddie said.

“Love like this doesn’t exist in real life.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, if it did I wouldn’t be 24 raising a 3 year old by myself.”

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right woman yet.”

Eddie looked down into your eyes and said.

“Tell me, Princess. Have you met the right man yet.”

You shrugged. “I mean no one has ever showed me love like this.” you said as you pointed to the screen. The end credits finally rolled and Eddie looked at you and said.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah”

“You’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen, since the day you walked into Tape World I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Edward Munson, you better not be playing with my emotions right now.”

“ I promise you y/n, I’ve never been more serious in my entire life. I want to get to know you on that deep ooey gooey personal level. I want to know all your strengths and weaknesses. I want to know what you’re favorite food, holiday, and movie is. I want to be the person you come to when nobody else can help. Y/n I want to be the right man for you.”

You could not believe what Eddie just said. You were out of words all you thought of was smashing your lips onto his, so that’s exactly what you did. You felt his plump lips connecting with yours in the perfect way. You cupped his face in your hands and felt the stubble that decorated his jaw. When you finally pulled away you said.

“ I want to be the right woman for you too, Eddie.”

#dad!eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie x plus size reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #x reader #fem!reader #babysitter!reader #fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #fluff

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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ahhhh yassss Kristiiiiiii congrats on hitting 8k, you deserve it and the absolute world! I love you so friggin much!!

okay okay so for your lil autumn celebration (which I am in love with the idea btw) can I please request prompt 11 from the the third list "did you bring a jacket?" / "no" / "here, take mine." with my husband ofc, I just need that man’s jacket to swallow me whole ya know

thank you bby, ily, and I can’t wait to read what you write!!!

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

summary: it's supposed to be hot in Texas so it completely blind sighted you when you got freezing cold during your sunset horse ride with Jake. Good thing he always comes prepared.

wc: 677

a/n: Hope I love you with every fiber of my being! thank you for always being there for me

It was still hot in October. At least, when the sliding doors opened in the airport you stepped out into a simmer instead of a rolling boil. You could tell it was still daylight in Austin as you napped, the golden light pouring in through one of the windows in the guest room, little beads of sweat forming on the back of your neck yet you still refused to remove the burnt orange duvet.

“Darlin,’” Jake whispered, his strong hand on your hip gently shaking you awake.

“I’m up,” you yawn. The bed dipped as Jake climbed in, jean-clad knees creating creases into the leaf-patterned sheets. Augusta Seresin loved a theme, every room (if she could help it) in the Seresin Ranch was decked out for the fall season. His nose dragged along your jaw, followed by his warm lips.

“Ma wants us to take Dolly and Reba out,” he told you in between kisses. Rolling over, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His skin was as warm as the room, only certain spots on his face were cooled by the blasting air conditioner.

“One more,” you mumbled.

Jake rolled his eyes and kissed you again, stifling your giggles, “One more.”

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You were confused when he opened the front door, cool air caressing your face as you walked out onto the porch. This was Texas? Or you assumed it was supposed to be hot all the time. The t-shirt and jeans you wore would be enough, you didn’t think it would get any colder.

Jake lovingly prepared the horses, talking to them as if they were his kids as he placed their saddles on their backs, sneaking them the extra sugar cubes his mother disapproved of. “You’re gonna wear that?” you chuckled as you mounted Reba, getting comfortable. Jake had grabbed his thick jean jacket, the sherpa inside always kept him warm in the winter.

“You gonna wear that?” his eyes darted teasingly at your lack of layers.

You rolled your eyes and headed out of the barn, the sun beginning to set. “Come on, cowboy,” you hummed.

You rode in comfortable silence, his jade green eyes looking over at you once or twice while you were busy looking at the trees and their changing colors. He wished he had that camera you had gotten him for his birthday, able to capture the prettiest person he’d ever seen in the place he loved the most, with the horse he loved the most.

“I feel you staring,” you said evenly, hiding the smile.

“Do you blame me?” He retorted. You looked over and shook your head, no longer trying to hide the childlike smile.

The air had gotten colder as you got further down the path, the cool caress turning into a chill nipping at your nose. The cold created goosebumps on your skin, making you shiver. You let out a little grunt of discomfort, Jake looked over at you instantly. “Cold?”

“No,” you huffed, lying through your chattering teeth “This is Texas. It’s not supposed to be cold here.”

“We’re not a desert, sweetheart,” he snickers. “Did you bring a jacket?” he asked, it was more for his satisfaction. He knew you didn’t bring one.

“No…” your words trailed off.

“Here,” he passed you the jacket, resting it in front of you, “take mine.”

He pulled a little on the reins and got close beside you, letting go to shrug off his jacket. “You need this,” you tried to decline.

“Baby, you need this more than I do.”

“Jake.”

“It smells like me.” You paused, body stilling as you looked down at the coat. Damn, he got you there. You didn’t look at him as you put it on, the warm fabric shielding you from the cold. Pressing your nose into the sherpa-lined collar, you inhaled his scent: spicy, warm, with just a hint of hay. “Better?”

You hummed and turned your attention to him, “Much. Thank you.”

The aviator winked and clicked his tongue, Dolly moving on ahead.

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin blurb #hangman x reader #hangman x you #top gun #top gun maverick #siempre buckys 8k blurb weekend

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buckys-little-belle · 2 years

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Hi hi 👋🏼 I really love your Eddie x little!reader series! I was wondering if Steve meets little fairy too and if they’d be friends? I just feel like fairy would immediately be one of Steve’s little nuggets and he’d help with the hellfire babysitting too by maybe passing cartoon vhs tapes to Eddie and Dustin for fairy or calling Dustin at school to check on them and his other nuggets. Or if Nancy and Robin find out about their regression too? They’d be such cool aunts 🥰🥰

Hellfire Babysitting Club (Part Six)

Little Nugget

Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)/ The Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)/ (Honorary) Steve Harrington x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Warnings - Reader does eat food, (Chicken nuggets, carrots and some ketchup.), slight reader being sad, for like half a second, I think that’s it!

Notes - I love this series … That’s it

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and with this blog SFW.

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“Are you sure they’ll like me?” Steve asked, standing next to Eddie outside of the High School, here to babysit Y/n while the club finish up the very important end of a very important campaign.

“The Little Terror love’s everyone Steve.” Eddie remarked, greeting Gareth with a smile as he arrived and went inside, meeting up with the rest of the group. “You’re fun, okay? I’m sure they will love you.” He said reassuringly, patting Steve on the back as the two of them turned to enter the school, the sun setting slowly.

“Yah, I know I’m ‘cool’” Steve scoffed. “But I don’t know, this is different!” He said, stopping in the hallway and crossing his arms, suddenly feeling self conscious about his babysitter abilities. “What if I mess up?” He asked genuinely, worried he may do something wrong in a critical moment.

Eddie laughed, running a hand through his hair and walking towards Steve. “I don’t think you realize just how much of a terror Little Terror is Steve.” Eddie’s smile radiated confidence as he spoke. “You will mess up, my first time looking after Y/n they pulled an entire baby tree out of the ground.” Eddie said, not breaking eye contact with Steve. “Just keep the away from anything dangerous and you’re already doing better than half of us.”

“You guys let Y/n around dangerous things?” Steve worriedly asked, genuinely concerned.

Eddie shrugged. “Gareth didn’t notice glass once, plants are all over the outside, the bathroom has soap, honestly with Y/n even the floor is dangerous.” Eddie began to walk towards the drama room once again, reaching the door and calling out a quick ‘Litter Terror’. Y/n hauling it out the door and into his arms. “Hey Fairy, causing any trouble?” He asked, giving Y/n a quick peck on top of their head.

“Jus’ spilled some water ‘s all.” Y/n said, looking around and eventually spotting Steve, offering a small wave.

Steve waved back, he assumed the Hellfire clubs honorary member would look the part, plaid flannels, leather, a jean jacket at least, maybe some pins of bands? Instead he was met with Y/n wearing a pair of loose jeans, and a hoodie, no shoes, just some fun coloured socks. Their outfit made them stick out like a sore thumb in the group, sure Dustin and Lucas wore more colourful clothing, jackets and things, but they still looked the part of a Hellfire member. Steve laughed, Y/n at least wasn’t as intimidating as he thought, which meant they were probably even crazier than he assumed.

“You’re gonna hang out with Steve while we play okay?” Eddie said, his hands on Y/n’s shoulders as he told them the plans. “You can show him all your toys hm?”

Y/n nodded, suddenly looking sad. “Yah b’not my bear.” They pouted, still reeling from their lost bear.

“Well maybe next time you see him you’ll have a new one.” Eddie reassured them, it had only been a day since they lost their bear, and with their hurt hand they needed a comfort toy more than ever.

Steve overheard the conversation, he had a few bears back at home from when he was kid, the bears too sentimental to get rid of, but just sitting in his closet for the time being. “Otay Steve.” Y/n said, snapping Steve out of his thoughts, holding onto his hand as they lead him to a room a few doors down. The drama club/class’s practice room, a small square room that was empty, now occupied by Y/n’s backpack and a few toys the boy’s had brought from their houses.

Steve waved ‘bye’ to Eddie, who ran into his own drama room, beginning the last leg of his campaign. “So what do you like doing?” He asked, Y/n letting go of his hand and sitting on the floor, pulling out a puzzle from their bag.

“‘m whatever I want.” They shrugged their shoulders, opening the box and beginning to sort the pieces as best as they could. “Well, not whatever I want. I can’t go outside alone.”

Steve hummed, confused as to what he was here for, Y/n seemed perfectly able to sit on their own for an hour or two.

“I feel lonely, can you sit pease?” They asked, looking at Steve with puppy dog eyes, his heart shattering at how adorable they looked.

“Yah of course, sorry.” He stuttered, sitting down opposite to them, his hands going to sort Y/n’s already sorted piles o actually be sorted the right way. He stopped suddenly. “Can I help?” He asked, wanting to make sure Y/n knew he wouldn’t cross any boundaries, he was a stranger to them after all.

“Mhm.” They hummed, their tongue sticking out slightly as they concentrated, a habit clearly picked up from Eddie. “I get the last piece though.” The murmured, Steve laughing as he nodded.

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And hour an a half went by, Y/n clearly not the ‘Little Terror’ Eddie insisted they were. Steve and Y/n spent the time colouring, finishing their puzzle, Y/n showed him their toys, and told them about a cat they saw on their way over. They seemed to be very calm, not at all what he had heard. Dustin claimed Y/n was super unpredictable, but Steve just didn’t see it. How was this the person who picked up glass? Or pulled an entire tree out of the ground?

He stood up, grabbing the snacks Eddie packed out of Y/n’s bag, some chicken nuggets and ketchup, as well as some carrots. “I’ll be right back okay?” He said, stepping out of the room and walking towards the loud drama room that held the Hellfire club currently. “How’s it going?” He asked the room, everyone turning towards Steve, expecting to see Y/n at his side.

“Where’s Y/n?” Dustin asked, trying to peek around Steve’s back to see if they were hiding in the hallway.

“Don’t worry, I distracted them with their snack, their fine.” Steve said confidently, slowly worrying about his decision as the groups faces dropped.

“You packed ketchup, right Eddie?” Gareth asked, turning towards the group’s leader. Eddie’s head hiding behind his hands as he subtly shook his head.

“I did, yep.” He sighed, the group following suit.

“What? It’s just ketchup?” Steve asked, confused as to why the group was being so dramatic over this little fact.

“To us.” Mike said, looking around the room.

“To Y/n ketchup could be lotion, or paint, or hair colour.” Lucas added in, looking at Steve with pure rage.

Eddie stood up. “I’ll be back in a second boys.” He sighed, walking towards the smaller room, hearing Y/n humming along to a random song in their head as he got closer. As he approached the room he expected to see red, literally red ketchup everywhere.

Instead he saw Y/n happily sitting down, eating the chicken nuggets and ketchup properly, the ketchup still in the small Tupperware it was packed in. “Told you Munson.” Steve laughed, patting Eddie on the back, a huge smile on his face.

“I don’t get it, what did you do?” He asked. “Did you bribe them? Threaten them to behave?” Eddie seethed, worried about what Steve did to get Y/n to behave so proper, their manners clearly on full display.

“No!” Steve exclaimed, slightly offended Eddie would think he could do that. “Y/n’s just a good kid!”

Eddie looked back at Y/n, who in turn looked at him, smiling and waving before going back to their food. “You’ve tamed the Terror.” Eddie whispered in shock.

“It might just be the chicken nuggets.” Steve suggested, pointing to Y/n who was happily eating.

“Nope, Fairy eats chicken nuggets all the time, the ketchup never stays in the bowl.” Eddie mumbled, still confused as to the sorcery that was Steve Harrington.

“Well I guess Little Nugget just likes me more.” Steve proudly said, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling like the proud babysitter he was.

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“Steve!” Y/n shouted, running out of the school, the last bell having just rung.

“Hi Little Nugget.” Steve said, hugging Y/n and shaking them side to side in his arms. “I have something for you.”

“Y/n!” Eddie yelled, running out of the same doors Y/n had just run out of, him out of breath and worried as Y/n seemed unfazed. “There you are, jesus, don’t run off like that again.” Eddie sighed, taking a deep breath as he stole them out of Steve’s arms hugging them to ground himself in his worry.

“‘m sorry.” Y/n said, scooching out of Eddie’s arms, holding his hand instead, turning back to Steve. “Stevie has something for me!” They exclaimed, their voice a little too loud.

Steve turned towards the pair, his hands behind his back. “Ready?” Steve asked, Y/n violently shaking their head ‘yes’, Eddie reaching out with his free hand to place it on top of Y/n’s head, holding it in place, something he found himself doing often. Steve revealed a medium sized bear, the bear a classic brown.

“EEEEEE” Y/n yelled, grabbing the bear from Steve’s hands, twirling around with it tightly in their grasp. “I’m gonna name him Ketchup!” They screeched, pure joy displayed on their face as they pet the top of the bears head.

“Ketchup?” Steve and Eddie both asked at the same time, both their voices laced with confusion.

“Yah!” Y/n said, as if the name was so obvious. “I’m Stevies Nugget, so I need Ketchup.” They explained, tucking the bear into their arms, giving Steve a one armed hug. “Thank you Stevie!”

“You’re welcome.” He laughed, not expecting the big reaction he got.

“Can I show da boys?” Y/n beamed, pointing to the group of Hellfire club members congregating near Mike’s sisters car.

“Sure, but then we have to get you home okay?” Eddie responded, Y/n nodding in agreement, running towards the boys and holding out the bear.

“I still don’t know how you get them to behave.” Eddie said in disbelief, watching as Y/n caused havoc on the boys, ruffling their hair, and now tying Gareth’s shoe laces together, just seconds ago being on their best behaviour for Steve.

Steve just shrugged, Robin walking over and getting in his car, yelling at him that they would be late for work if he didn’t hurry up, Steve hopping in the car shortly after. Maybe it was Steve’s hair, or his charming personality, or maybe Y/n behaved so well for him because he slipped them a lollipop … Something he would never admit out loud, it would stay his and his Nugget’s secret, the others could deal with the sugar rush, as long as Y/n behaved for him.

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pinkdaiisies · 2 years

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Rainbow in the Dark Eddie Munson x fem!cheerleader! reader

summary: you go to eddie’s trailer for music recommendations after having a pretty crappy day. feelings are revealed when eddie asks what your type is.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: reader thirsting over eddie’s arms and tattoos, crappy friends, unlikely friends to lovers.

notes: please listen to the song rainbow in the dark by dio it’s literally so so good. also i suck ass at writing summary’s lmao

requested by: @dilflover3333 <33

it was just a small teeny tiny crush… right? thats what eddie told himself as he looked at you from across the lunch room.

he loved game days, not because he actually had school spirit or anything, but because he got to look at you in that beautiful cheer uniform. it hugged all of the right places on your body, which by the way, he considered perfect. on any other girl, he would’ve taken the cheer uniform as a symbol of snobbiness, but on you, it meant the exact opposite.

you two had english class together. which by the way eddie was a god at. it was the only class he could maintain a B or above at all times. he’s had a lot of experience with writing by being a dungeon master. the both of you sat next to each other in class. it was the highlight of eddie’s day. you two would talk non stop about anything and everything. but alas once that bell rang, you would go back to your snobby friends and you wouldn’t talk to eddie until the next day.

it’s not like you ignored him. you did the opposite actually. anytime you would see him in the halls you would wave or say hi, leaving eddie being a lovesick mess. he just wished you hung out with him more often. but he knows that you’re much too busy with cheer practice or hanging out with your more “popular” friends.

one day you walked into class, not having the best of days, with your walkman clipped to your hip. eddie immediately noticed.

“watchya listening to princess?” eddie asked, a smirk painted along his face.

“rainbow in the da-” but before you could even finish the name of the song, eddie’s loud voice interrupted yours.

“DIO?! there’s no way you listen to dio!” eddie shuffled in his seat with excitement bouncing off of him. he grabbed the neck of his jean jack and turned around. displayed on the back, was the devilish monster that’s on the cover of the album ‘Last In Line’ by Dio. with the sleeves being cut off of the denim jacket, and the sleeves being cut off the Black Sabbath tee he was wearing, his whole arm could be seen. his muscular, tattoo painted, beautiful arms. if you were being honest, it was hard to look away from him.

“yea i got this album recommended to me by this really cool metalhead guy i know.” you said teasing him. eddie’s face dropped and he looked at you with confusion. “i’m talking about you eddie.”

“oh! right! i knew that.” he said, obviously lying. eddie didn’t actually expect you to listen to the bands he recommended you. god, this was any metal heads best dream! a pretty girl listening to music he recommends you. “so i’m assuming you like the album then?” but before you got to tell him how much you adored the song, the final bell rang indicating that class was starting, and the teacher started shushing the class’s conversations.

eddie cant stop thinking about the fact that your actually listening to music he told you about. the fact that you went to the hawkins music store and picked it out and bought it, just because he told you about it was mind blowing to him. eddie wanted to talk to you about music, but today was sadly one of those days where the teacher did not stop talking. luckily sooner than later class was over. eddie got up to leave class when he felt your presence next to him.

“before we were rudely interrupted, i was going to say, yes, i loved the album!” by now you two were walking in the halls together. it was weird, you never really talked to him other than in class. by now your friends usually would’ve met you in front of the class room, but today they were no where to be seen.

“that’s great! you know i could always give you more recommendations from my amazing music taste.” eddie joked, and it brought out a smile on your face.

“what about tonight?”

“huh?” eddie was confused.

“i could come over to your house and we could… i don’t know order a pizza or something, and you can give me more music recommendations.” you suggested like it was nothing. eddie’s heart was soaring! you wanted to hang out with him?! you’ve been over to his place once before, but that was for a project, and you were with two other classmates.

“yea! that’s sounds great! come to my place at 5? if that works for you?” at this point you two were standing in the halls for so long that people gave you guys weird looks.

“yea works for me! i’ll see you later eddie, i have a seventh period… sadly.” you gave eddie a frown that looked so adorable to him.

“okay, bye!” eddie waved and rushed to his car. thank god he didn’t have one more class because he wouldn’t have been able to contain his excitement.

as soon as eddie got home he called gareth.

“i’m sorry man but i’ve gotta cancel band practice tonight!” on the other end of the line, gareth rolled his eyes.

“dude you can not be serious! this is the second time this month! we have a gig on tuesday!”

“i know! i know! but i have a legitimate reason this time, and before you even ask, no, it’s not another drug deal!” gareth was sick of eddie canceling all the time. “i have a girl coming over tonight!”

“jesus eddie! i hate you so much right now! what girl could possibly be more important than band practice?”

“y/n. y/l/n.” eddie took pauses between your first and last name for dramatic effect.

“eddie stop lying! i’m being serious here!”

“so am i!” eddie said, defending himself.

“oh my god you’re being serious. ok… that’s a legitimate reason i guess.” gareth was in disbelief.

“thank you! relay the message to jeff okay? bye!” eddie hung up so fast, it left gareth confused. eddie now had to clean the entire trailer. uncle wayne has been bugging him about it anyway, so now might be the best time to do it.

once you got home you freshened up your makeup and put on a cuter outfit then what you were wearing at school. it’s not like it was date or anything, just a casual hangout with the guy you’ve been crushing on all year! but other than that, all you did was count down the minutes until you got to see eddie again.

if your friends knew about you going over to eddie’s house, they probably would’ve looked at you weird and then insulted eddie. luckily they didn’t know about it. earlier that day you overheard your two bestfriends talking about you. that’s why you put on your walkman before you walked into sixth period, not only did the loud music flood out your thoughts, but it also reminded you of eddie.

you weren’t sure why eddie was talked about so badly by other students. eddie has been nothing but nice to you since the first day of school. yet people still call him freak and loser whenever they see him. it honestly doesn’t make sense because most of the people that talk bad about him, also buy weed from him.

once 4:45 rolled around, you got in your car and drove to the trailer park. you were so nervous. spending so much time alone with eddie was going to make you fall even harder for him. once you pulled up to his home, you got out of your car and knocked on the door. within seconds eddie opened the door with a goofy smile on his face.

“why hello there m’lady! welcome to my humble abode.” he got out of the way and motioned his hand towards the cozy home.

“why thank you kind sir!” you did a curtsy and walked in. it looked the same as last time but much cleaner. eddie looked good, he had the same shirt on from earlier that day, just without his denim jacket.

jesus h christ she is so beautiful! eddie thought to himself as you walked into the trailer, looking around with curiosity.

“do you want to order the pizza now? or…?” eddie asked.

“yeah! that sounds good!” eddie called the pizza place to have it delivered while you sat on the couch observing eddie.

it should be illegal for him to have his arms out like that, tattoos on display! christ was he hot. although their opinions meant nothing to you, you couldn’t help but think what your friends would think of you right now; being in eddie “the freak” munsons home!

“follow me” eddie knocked you out of your trance. you hadn’t realized he hung up the phone already. you followed eddie to his room. when you worked on the project earlier that year, you hadn’t been in his room but somehow when he opened the door it was exactly how you pictured it.

“your room is pretty cool!” you looked at the huge amps, the anthrax banner, and his beautiful guitar.

“thanks sweetheart.” the nickname made you blush. “so! here is my beloved music collection. i could bore you with all of my nerdy facts about all of the bands, but i don’t want to bore you, so you can take a look yourself.” if you were being honest, you wouldn’t mind if he “bore” you with his facts. you would love to hear him talk about something he’s passionate about.

“cool, thanks.” your eyes immediately caught sight of an album with the cover of a man screaming in pain; it was Anthrax’s ‘Spreading the Disease.’ You picked the cassette up.

“that right there is one of my favorite albums ever! my favorite song on that is ‘A.I.R.’ you can take it if you want.” eddie was so sweet.

“really? thanks eds!” the nickname just slipped. but eddie didn’t correct you or anything. “you’re so sweet to me.”

“how could i not be sweet to a pretty girl like you!” the words didn’t register in his mind until they were already out. his eyes got big.

“you think i’m pretty?”

“uh duh! so does majority of the school!” eddie was in disbelief! were you really that oblivious?

“no way! no one really talks to me in class but you.”

“what about your little cheerleader gang?” you giggled at eddie’s words. god how he loved that sound.

“well today i caught my friends talking about me behind my back so… guess they’re not really that trustworthy.” eddie looked at you, you had a sad look on your face. eddie felt so bad.

“what bad could you have possibly done? you’re perfect!” eddie complimented you. eddie has a way of making you feel better no matter the situation.

“i’m far from, but thanks. to be honest i’m not really sure. they don’t even know i heard them. all i heard was that someone saw me with jason carver, and one of my friends has a huge crush on him! like i would ever do that to her! or to myself! why would i willingly spend time with that douche! he’s not even my type” eddie laughed.

“what is your type? if you don’t mind me asking.” eddie smirked, and right before you were about to answer, there was a knock on the door. eddie got up and you followed him. it was the pizza. eddie paid the delivery guy (like the gentleman he is) and served you a slice, before both of you walked back into his room.

“so are you gonna answer my question?” eddie asked. dammit he remembered you mentally cursed.

“i like guys who are unique, and stand out from a crowd. they have to have a good music taste. they have to be nice to others. i would never go out with a douche. it also helps if they have long hair….” you said that last sentence quietly so he wouldn’t hear. but knowing eddie, of course he heard you.

“are you saying you like my hair?” he said, flipping his hair dramatically. you two were sitting on the floor against his bed, thighs nearly touching. so very close to one another. when he said that he leaned his head closer to yours.

“yes i love your hair.” you said softly. eyes glancing to his lips. eddie doing the same. soon you felt a hand rest against your jaw.

“can i kiss you y/n?” eddie asked. you nodded, and you felt his soft lips meet yours. it was the best kiss you’ve ever experienced. his lips were so gentle against yours. eddie, feeling more confident now, slipped his tongue into your mouth. he was so heavenly. you guys kissed until you had to pull away to catch your guys breath. maybe you should get music recommendations more often from eddie, if this was how it would end up.

both of your guys cheeks were painted a light shade of pink as you two got ahold of your breathing.

“if it wasn’t obvious, i really like you y/n.” eddie mumbled.

“yea i got that.” you gave him a smile. “i like you too.” you two ate your pizza slices, while stealing glances at eachother making you and eddie blush.

gareth was never going to believe what just happened.

requests are open💋

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem! cheerleader! reader #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson mutual pining #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #pinkdaiisies #stranger things fanfiction #pinkdaiisies works

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quinntell · 7 months

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Q!fit design

Ok so I haven’t been able to dray him yet so I’m just gonna describe the bitch

Physical appearance

Ok so he has a lot of scars a good amount of them of them are old and gnarled due to most of them being from 2b2t and only a couple of them are fresh. one of my many Minecraft hc’s is that the players only keep the scars if they are the cause of death and since he hasn’t died on the QSMP much he doesn’t have a lot of new scars

One of his bigger scars is from a explosion incident and the scar is on his left side(right if we drawing it) and it is on his head and ripped up some parts of his mechanical arm

Fitmc is a crocodile hybrid. I was given this idea by someone on here can holy shit I can’t get it out of my head. He has a crocodile scales on his back and sholders closer to the spine and some scales on his head and on his arms

I like to think he has funky eyes, like they are just cool looking (might change them into more crocodile-esk eyes but for now they cloudy and hazel)

(Ignore how the hands are switched and I also don’t have the energy to try and make it look like crocodile skin)

Clothes

Quesadilla island is supposed to be a tropical resort island so I am assuming it’s hot, and so fit is wearing a take top. But he had to make it himself out of an old t-shirt that he used to wear under his normal jacket (i hc that 2b2t is cold despite the lava everywhere) ma he ripped the sleeve off the shirt making it into a tank top

He wears his signature bandanna (mainly to match Ramon) but it has several stains on it (dust, dirt, oil, blood)

His pants are just some raggedy ass baggy jeans BUT he ha sewn his own extra pockets into them to where they are these weird cargo jeans and like the bandanna they have many stains on them

so I drew him with an eyepatch and at first it was just an excuse for me to not draw the other eye but…what if the eyepatch is fake and it’s actually a tech thing and that’s how he can take screenshots and such

He also has a brown satchel that has many patches on it, there are pins but the line the inside because they might get in the way and get caught on stuff and he can’t afford that

And that is all! (for now)

#Qsmp #qsmp fitmc #qsmp headcannon #fitmc #Fitmc headcannon #ronan screams.#fitmc qsmp #qsmp fit #q!fit #fitmc lore #Fitmc fanart #?

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genderqueerdykes · 1 year

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I saw your post about offering advice for trans folks and had a question! Any tips for dressing more masc while still having good style? So many of the tips I see lead to the most boring white bread styles. You look like the expert in Not doing that

masculine fashion is super fun, i am very flattered that you asked, so here are some tips

a lot of people i think assume that "masculine" means it needs to blend in and be bland, but if you take a look at a broader variety of men's clothing, you can see that there are a lot of very fun styles. it depends on where you live in the world and what you have access to of course, but i highly recommend checking out thrift stores if they are accessible to you because they will give you a good idea of a broad range of masculine styles to choose from

there are so many different styles and cuts of clothing. especially when it comes to men's jeans. men's shoes can also vary surprisingly wildly and and shoes can make a big different in an outfit. it's good to look and see what styles appeal to you

a lot of ppl gravitate toward very bland, plain button ups with maybe a simple necklace, or just a v neck or something, but i've found that there are loads of fun and even flamboyant styles when it comes to men's streetwear. you can find all kinds of modern fashions that prioritize bright funky colors.

keep in mind that "masculine" in the modern era generally refers to the cut of a particular garment. generally angular, square, straight lines, etc, no flare or flourish or much dangling cloth. clothes that prioritize a bulky chest and upper arms. no frills design, but the patterns and colors however you can absolutely go nuts with.

i think people often forget that scarves are a great accessory and men's scarves can slap super hard. big dress coats and trench coats are also genuinely very cool. overalls and coveralls are also very slept on and i think that's a shame.

you can do a lot with hats, i recommend seeing if a particular hat type calls out to you and see if you like it. a lot of dudes i know had 1 particular style of hat they'd wear all the time and idk sometimes you're just the hat guy LMAO i was when i was younger. no wait i still am

vests are absolutely delightful. i own several, you can find them premade or literally make your own out of an old jacket. vests can be very masculine and make an otherwise femme outfit have an edgier masc look instantly.

also consider that the wilder the pattern on something, the more it visually distracts from the shape of the body underneath, so it's worth trying out. useful tip in hiding one's chest.

those are some random tips but i hope that was somewhat helpful. thank you so much

#asks #answers #masculine #masculinizing #masculinization #masculine fashion #resources #our writing

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crikeygatormate · 2 years

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Tied Down (Part Two)

Cowboy!Bakugou x AFAB Reader

Summary: You’ve been trying to become number one for so long, but just when you thought you would become a Champion Reiner, Bakugou Katsuki steals the spot from beneath your nose and becomes your number one rival. While on your way back to the top you find out there’s more to Bakugou than meets the eye.

This is was so long lmao, lets hope it makes sense plot wise I did not plan this story out haha we just writing blind. Also POA is a breed of pony they are very cute :) Lmk if I didn't tag anything right, I'm still bad with the new system smh

Warnings: all my grammar errors, self-loathing reader, feelings of depression, guilt, and shame mentioned, dead-parent mentioned, general discourse, fingering, oral fem receiving, praise, degrading if you squint ;)

Part Two

It was cool in the room you were in, the fan above you was lazily pushing air around the room. You pressed your face into the pillow as you started to wake up, regretfully so. The first thing you began to notice was your pounding headache, dry mouth, and rolling nausea.

“Better get up sweetheart, Katsuki doesn’t like waiting. Sure you know that already,” Kirishima’s deep voice filled the small room.

You blinked, lifting your head as you rubbed your eyes, “what?”

“You’ve got that lesson in about fifteen minutes,” Kirishima said as he checked his watch and shrugged on his jean jacket.

You shot up, practically scrambling to detangle yourself from his sheets, “shit, where are my keys?”

“Momo took your car home before we left, one of your friends was sick,” Kirishima answered coolly as he ran a hand through his hair and tied it back, “you sort of blacked once we got back to my place.”

You sighed heavily, that would explain why you were still in your clothes from last night. Well at least Kirishima was a good guy, not that he wasn’t but it was apparent nothing else had happened after you got back to his place. “This is so humbling,” you muttered as you adjusted your top.

“Here,” Kirishima said as he tossed you one of his shirts, “you can wear that for your lesson.” He was looking rather smug as he watched you yank off your crop and shimmy his shirt on. He knew that would piss Katsuki off.

“Thanks, I owe you, really,” you said quickly as you hopped out of his bed and put your boots on.

Kirishima gave you a lopsided grin as he grabbed his keys from his dresser and twirled them around one large finger while he watched you scramble around his room. “Of course, sweetheart.” He did think you were cute, definitely worth chasing, but he was never one to stick around for long.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes as you came to a stop by Kirishima, “do you think you can drop me off at Katsuki’s ranch? I’d drive but-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kirishima said as he shook his head, “we better get goin’ though.”

You nodded as you held your crop top tightly in your hands and you followed him out of his home. It was pretty small but cozy. He lived on Crimson Ranch, which made sense, he was a ranch hand. Off to the side of his house, you could see a big cattle dog sniffing around what you assumed was Kirishima’s horse.

You frowned as your nausea hit you again, you had no idea how you were going to get through a lesson this morning. Riding hungover was never smart, and you would hate for Bakugou to see you looking weak. He’d probably make some smart comment, that asshole. Again though, you were starting to grow angry at the fact your uncle got you a lesson with Bakugou in the first place. Why did he do that?

Thankfully the drive to Bakugou’s ranch was pretty quick, or you were sure you would have had to ask Kirishima to pull over so you could calm your rolling stomach. As you came to a stop outside of Bakugou’s arena you were in shock at how big his facility was. Guess being champion for three years meant that he had gotten rich fast.

Your mouth turned sour with jealousy as you looked at his two outdoor arenas and large indoor arena. He had two huge stables and at least five or six pastures right by his office building, all of them currently filled with Dynamight foals.

Dynamite, you huffed, that horse no doubt had strong genes, almost all of his babies were roans like him. Or maybe Bakugou just had a preference for breeding roans.

“It’s impressive isn’t it,” Kirishima said with a sigh as he leaned back in his seat, causing it to creak under his weight.

You nodded, “it is.” Your father’s ranch was like this, not as fancy, but big enough to create a legacy. One that you let slip through your fingers. Something you’d never forgive yourself for.

In the distance, you could see Bakugou out in one of the outdoor arenas riding his horse, and another was tied off by the fence. It was small, and looked almost like a POA, due to all of its red spots. You narrowed your eyes, he was putting you on a pony? In fact, was he putting you on his old childhood pony?

Kirishima started to laugh from next to you, apparently, he saw the pony too, “he must really hate ya to be putting you on Peach.”

You lifted a brow, “great.”

“Can’t believe that old thing is still kickin’ she’s gotta be at least twenty two now,” Kirishima said as he shook his head, “she’s mean as hell, hates the bit big time. Better be gentle or she’ll buck ya off,” he said with a slight glimmer in his eyes. Seemed like Kirishima had his fair share of time with the pony.

You huffed, guess Bakugou was making sure you did have soft hands after all. “Well, thanks for the ride, Kiri-”

“I’m gonna watch,” Kirishima announced as he got out of his car, leaving you in the passenger seat.

“Okay,” you said to yourself, feeling a little more self-conscious now. You didn’t know Kirishima very well. You had heard of him through the grapevine, saw a photo or two on social media, but now after last night, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more.

With a disgruntled sigh you got out of the truck and followed Kirishima to the gate of the arena. The sun was already hot on your back and you plucked the oversized shirt you were wearing. You squinted as Bakugou rode up to you and Kirishima and came to a stop, his vermillion gaze cutting between the two of you.

“You’re late,” he said, glancing at your attire and the dark marks that lined the side of your neck. “The hell are you wearin’?”

“We didn’t have time to stop by her place to get changed,” Kirishima quickly answered for you, giving Bakugou a nasty smirk as he suddenly yanked you close to his side.

You yelped almost tripping over your own boots as you collided with Kirishima’s side, “right,” you added, feeling your face heat up as Bakugou clenched his jaw.

“Whatever, go get on Peach, don’t wanna hear you complain if you get a saddle sore,” Bakugou snapped before glaring back at Kirishima.

You rolled your eyes, “I ride in shorts all the time, I’ll be fine.” That part was true, but you were more worried about your hangover. You haven't eaten yet, not like you could stomach food right now, but bouncing around on a pony was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Tough isn’t she?” Kirishima said as he squeezed your side with a big hand before letting you go. He was still looking at Bakugou with that nasty smirk that was only growing larger by the second.

Your eyes widened in shock as Kirishima chuckled before giving your bum a harsh smack as you walked past him. “Kirishima,” you harshly whispered, as your whole body seemed to become aflame with embarrassment.

He shrugged, “I like those shorts.”

You didn’t even dare to look up at Bakugou who you sure was mocking you. With a disgruntled sigh, you walked past Bakugou and towards Peach who looked pissed to be tacked up.

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“The hell do you think you’re doin’?” Bakugou snapped once you were out of earshot.

Kirishima smiled, “what? She’s a catch, can’t let that slip through my fingers, man.” He gave Bakugou another knowing smirk before he shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “She’s pretty wild too, ya know.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “I don’t wanna hear it.”

Kirishima shrugged, “wasn’t plannin’ on tellin’ ya anything.”

Bakugou huffed, turning his head away from Kirishima who started laughing again. “Fuckin’ prick.”

“What? I’m just havin’ fun, she is too. Just relax man,” Kirishima shot back.

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Once you reached Peach you were surprised to see how well she looked for being so old. Granted she was always a cute pony, about 14.1 hands, and had a kind eye. However, you knew better so you approached her nicely, trying to tune out the two men arguing behind you.

“Hi pretty girl, you gonna be good for me today?” you said as you patted her neck.

Peach’s ears swiveled towards you and she gave you a soft nicker, which in your book was pretty good. Perhaps you would be okay. Honestly, the way this morning was going, you’d be surprised if it could get any worse.

With a sigh, you untied her reins from the fence and put them over her head. With a small bit of struggling you managed to pull your tired body into the saddle and let out a breath as you got comfortable. “Okay, soft hands,” you told yourself as you moved Peach away from the fence.

You figured you go on and walk over to Bakugou, but it appeared Peach had a different idea. In your tired mind, you weren’t sure what happened but you might have pulled back on the reins just a tad when she picked up the pace. Instead of her stopping, she took off with a screech so full of anger you instantly woke up scrambling to find your seating. “Oh shit,” you yelped as she turned her head and shot you the gnarliest glare a horse has ever given you.

“Use your body to stop her!” Bakugou shouted as he kicked his stallion to chase after you.

You furrowed your brows as Peach started to buck, squealing and huffing while you tried to tighten your abs and deepen your seat to get her to slow down and stop. Although it seemed like she had it out for you now. “Not working!” you shouted back, suppressing a groan as the horn of the saddle struck you in the stomach.

“Damn it Y/n, she’s a fuckin’ pony, just ride!” Bakugou sneered from next to you as his stallion flared his nostrils, not exactly happy to be next to the bucking old pony.

“I am!” you snapped back as one of your boots came out of the stirrup. Of course, Bakugou would put you on the pony from hell. He probably thought it would be funny watching you struggle. With gritted teeth you grabbed the reins and pulled Peach’s head up from her chest to stop her bucking and kicked her forward, making the pony start to gallop now instead of bucking.

“Easy, easy,” you hissed as you held your hand up by her neck, trying to keep your hands soft so she would calm down. After a few laps around the arena, Peach started to slow down until she came to a stop near Kirishima who was looking rather entertained.

“Phew, she’s a fuckin’ bitch, but gotta love her, huh,” Kirishima said as he patted the pony’s neck, “gotta nice seat too, darlin’, you could be a good bronc rider, ya know?”

You managed to give him a wobbly smile as you tried to control your nausea. “Thanks.”

“Hmm,” Kirishima looked at his watch, “I better get goin’, but thanks for the show. Catch ya later?”

You nodded, unsure as to why he would want to see you again considering everything that just happened since you had woken up this morning. “See ya,” you said, watching the tall redhead saunter back to his truck and peel out of the ranch, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.

“Wonder you made it this far,” Bakugou’s voice cut in, “you ride like shit.”

It felt like ice had run down your spine at his words. He told you the same thing three years ago after his stallion kicked yours. “What did you say?”

“I said,” Bakugou began, nostrils flaring with anger, “it’s a wonder you made it this far.”

You locked your gaze with his feeling your temper flare something fierce. It was almost like every nerve in your body became ablaze with fire. He was watching you stew, getting ready to feel the wrath of your venomous words that were on the tip of your tongue. Your blood was practically boiling and you opened your mouth to call him something vile, but beneath that anger, you came to quickly realize you were feeling shame.

You were ashamed.

Ashamed that you weren’t as good of a rider as you thought, and despite all the hard work you’ve been putting in you haven’t been able to catch up. Even three years ago when everything you knew hung on the edge of a knife, you would have lost because Izuku would have won, and in fact he deserved to win and so did Bakugou.

Shame was then closely followed by guilt and you felt your anger morph into a sickly feeling that was sitting like a heavy stone in your stomach. It made your limbs heavy and your bottom lip wobbly as the blame you placed on Bakugou for years came crashing down on you.

You were the reason you weren’t able to keep your father’s ranch, his legacy. It wasn’t Bakugou’s fault. You still blamed him for Izuku’s accident, but you couldn’t keep blaming him for something you lost yourself.

“You’re right,” you said finally, your voice was small.

Bakugou did a double-take. What did you say? You were agreeing with his insult? “Huh?”

You sighed and pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes as your fragile little world crashed down around you, “you heard me.”

Then Bakugou huffed, watching you slump in the saddle like a lesson kid who just got told her lesson pony didn’t belong to her. “Quit moping and ride, dumbass. I got shit to do.”

You shot him a glare, still very much upset, but that didn’t mean you liked Bakugou any more than you used to. “I’m stayin’ for thirty more minutes and I’m not comin’ back here again.”

“Fine by me, princess,” Bakugou sneered, clearly annoyed with you. “Probably do poor Peach a favor not havin’ you bounce around on her back.”

“Oh fuck off,” you shot back, “says the guy who has his horse do all the work for him.” That was a lie, he was a great rider, but you needed to have the last word. So you urged Peach forward and began running your pattern around the arena, trying to keep your hands soft.

—------------

After your lesson with Bakugou, the next week or so something inside of you seemed to change. You weren’t as excited to ride and you found yourself putting off training more and more. In fact, you were avoiding it so much that you decided to start jogging in the morning.

You hated jogging, it was terrible and your poor knees felt like they were gonna tear every time you took a step, but it seemed to be better than going back into the arena and facing the ugly monster called shame.

Your dog, however, loved that you started to run. He easily kept in stride with you as you ran down the road. A few more horrendous minutes passed and you came to a stop, panting as you wiped sweat from your forehead.

It was still early enough to where you could see the sunrise start to creep above the horizon, illuminating the country with a soft glow that you loved to watch. In fact, your fondest memories were when you watched the sunrise with your dad. You both would be tired and sweaty from hauling hay and alfalfa around the ranch to your horses and grain to the cows. The best part was that by the time you finished the sun would be rising.

You both would carry your tired bodies to the front step of the house and you’d plop down, almost ready to fall back asleep. Your dad would go back into your house, and you watch him through the dusty window. He’d press two fingers against his lips and then place it on the photo of your mom by the doorway and then disappear into the kitchen. He would return with a cup of lukewarm coffee for him and a glass of orange juice for you.

You’d both sit on the steps of the porch in silence watching as dawn turned into morning and admire how much the sky changed from deep purples to pink, and then to a clear blue.

You missed him dearly, and you missed your ranch, the home you grew up in. The home that held your last memories of your mom and your dad.

“Damn it,” you muttered, feeling tears well up in your eyes. It had been years since you last cried. You refused to let yourself cry since you lost the ranch, it didn’t seem fair that you got to be sad about something you caused.

But it was too late, the dam had burst and you were standing smack dab in the middle of a back dirt road crying as the sun rose.

You were so lost in your tears and sniffles that you failed to see that there was a loose horse trotting down the road, and you didn’t even notice when it stopped in front of you snorting as it started to inspect you.

You hiccuped, wiping tears from your cheeks as you looked up to see the horse in front of you. Of course, it was a fuckin’ roan, “of course,” you laughed coldly. You wiped your eyes again as you inspected the horse and quickly came to realize that this horse wasn’t just any horse, it was Bakugou’s prized stallion Dynamight.

“What are you doing out here?” you asked as you grabbed a fistful of his black mane and looked around for any sign of Bakugou. You knew that he would be losing his damn mind to find that his horse was missing.

You whistled to your dog to keep up as you walked down the road from where Dynamight came from. It was starting to get secluded and thick with trees and other foliage. “Got a summer home?” you asked the stallion, trying to pull yourself out of your rotten mood. “No?” you said aloud again, shaking your head at yourself.

After a good fifteen-minute walk you came up to a house. It was modest, newly built, but definitely a ranch-style home. In the driveway was Bakugou’s huge black truck and what you assumed was Cami’s red sedan.

There was a single pasture and small barn off to the side of the house where you could see a few other horses including Peach who raised her head to look at you. “Well, you probably have a special place to go,” you said aloud again, knowing there was no way Bakugou would place his stallion in with other horses, especially mares.

You looked around again, letting your gaze take in his property, there was a small garden in the yard as well as some chairs by a fire pit. Further in the distance by the barn was another pasture that you could see had a small pond behind it. It was empty and the gate was wide open, “nice place,” you muttered as you headed towards the back pasture.

However, just as you passed the front door it came flying open and you could hear shouts from inside, causing Dynamight to spook and step on your foot. “Oh shit,” you hissed as you pushed on his shoulder to get him to move off.

Suddenly Cami came flying out of the door, hauling a bag behind her as she pointed her finger at Bakugou who was chasing after her. He had clearly just rolled out of bed as he was only in his boxers.

“Don’t you dare!” Cami hissed, “I don’t wanna hear it anymore, Katsuki!”

“Yeah? Then tell me who the fuckin’ guy on your phone was!” Bakugou shouted, his voice cracking at the end.

“I told you, he’s just a friend! If you can’t get that through your fucking thick skull then I’m not sticking around!” Cami shouted as she fumbled for her car keys.

You gulped, trying to hide behind Dynamight who had begun grazing. They seemed to not notice you until your dog made an untimely appearance and shot past you towards Bakugou and Cami, barking and wagging his fluffy tail.

Two sets of eyes snapped to you as you peaked over Dynamights back at both Cami and Bakugou, “Hi, um-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Cami snarled at you, her face turning bright red with anger, “you wanna give me shit about my guy friends, yet you have her show up! Real classy, Katsuki!”

“I don’t know why in the fuck she’s s here!” Bakugou shouted, ignoring your dog who had now run into his house. “Don’t think you can turn this on me, just a fuckin’ friend. Last time I checked you don’t fuck a friend!”

Cami froze, eyes wide as she let her hand drop from the door handle of her car. Her face was now pale and she looked almost sick.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, “yeah, I saw the photos you sent him and the messages.”

Cami gulped and then shook her head, “you know, fine, I did, but only because I never felt anything real with you Katsuki! You always put your damn job before us! Your ego to be number one? What about me! I was there for you this whole time and you never even saw me!”

You bit the inside of your cheek, you should leave, this was way too personal for you to be hearing. So as they continued to argue and shout you quietly slipped away to the back pasture. It was sort of shocking to see that Bakugou and Cami were in the middle of breaking up, everyone thought they were the perfect couple.

They had met at the championship show last year, she was the photographer for the event and she took his winning photos. You liked Cami too, she was always nice to you and gave Bakugou a hard time for picking on you.

With a sigh you let Dynamight back into his pasture and shut the gate behind you, wincing as you tried to keep weight off your foot. It was probably just badly bruised, hopefully.

You heard him before you actually saw Bakugou racing towards you, now with a pair of sweatpants on. “Don’t think-”

“Shut your mouth, the hell were you doin’ with my horse?” he snapped as he roughly grabbed your shoulder and pulled you around to face him.

You furrowed your brow and pushed his hand off your shoulder, “excuse me? What was I doing? Saving him! He was running down the road about fifteen minutes away from here.”

Bakugou scoffed, he was pissed, but you didn’t miss that his eyes were starting to water, “you think I believe that?”

You laughed bitterly but decided that he was probably just upset that Cami cheated on him and presumably left. The last thing you needed to do was irritate him more, so you took a deep breath and cooled off. That was new for you. “Look, you’re upset and I’m sorry, really. Someone must have accidentally left his gate open and he got out-”

Bakugou lifted his hand and jabbed his finger into your shoulder roughly, “Accident? I don’t have any accidents.”

You pushed his hand away from you again, feeling your frustration grow again, “it’s fine, really, all that matters is that he’s back-”

“You think I’m stupid, huh?” Bakugou began, he was practically shaking in front of you from how angry he was, “probably did somethin’ to him to get back to me.” His gaze cut away from you to his horse.

“Are you kidding? I would never, that’s so low, you think I’d do that?” you said angrily, feeling hurt well up in your chest. Yeah, you were rivals, but there was a little bit of respect between the two of you, and to think he thought you’d stoop low enough to hurt his horse?

“I think you’d do anything to win back your daddy’s ranch after losin’ it,” Bakugou sneered.

“Don’t go there, Katsuki,” you said lowly, your tone dangerous as you watched his upper lip twitch in anger. “Don’t forget where that damn horse of yours came from.”

Bakugou’s anger slipped away as he watched your face contort with hurt. He had overstepped a line, and it was a big one.

Your dad had raised horses. He was fond of roans, and he had given Bakugou one of his colts to start, that colt grew up to be his prized Dynamight.

Which also meant you knew Bakugou well enough from practically growing up with him and Izuku that he meant what he was saying. He blamed you too apparently.

“I’m goin’, sorry about you and Cami,” you said dryly as you pushed past him and whistled for your dog to follow you out of Bakugou property.

—-------

A few weeks had passed since your fight with Bakugou and your motivation for riding was now at rock bottom. Toshinori had to drag you out to the arena to practice. Something you once loved had become something you dreaded.

“C’mon Y/n, just run the pattern, and then we can stop,” Toshinori called from the center of the arena.

You sighed and patted Cowboy’s neck before urging him into a canter. It was too slow, you already knew that, but you didn’t care.

“Pick up the speed, you know this,” Toshinori said as he folded his arms across his chest. He was worried. The next qualifying show was in a week and he didn’t know if you’d be able to pull through. More importantly, he was worried about you. He was glad to see you had cooled your temper but it seemed that your passion for riding had been extinguished too.

He briefly wondered if it was his fault, and he glanced at the sky knowing his brother would be upset that you were slipping away from your dream of being number one.

“Okay, let’s take a break, you need to get out of your head, kid,” Toshinori said as he approached you. “Why don’t you go out with your friends again, maybe see that sleazy bull rider that keeps snooping around here.”

Your lips lifted into a small smile, Kirishima had kept his promise that he was gonna see you after that one night. It was nice to have him as company, but it felt off almost with him like you were trying to put a shoe on that didn’t fit. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good, just relax, you’re doin’ great. Your hands look great too, okay?” Toshinori added as he pat you on the back.

You nodded and left your uncle to go put up Cowboy and turn him out for the rest of the day. Because it was already later in the day you were able to grab something quick to eat and get ready. Not that you wanted to, really.

It seemed like you blinked and then you were at the bar, squished between Momo and Tsu who were rapidly talking about some new band you had never heard of. You sighed, glancing between your two friends as you took a sip of your whiskey sour. It didn’t taste as good as it usually did.

Were you depressed? It sure felt like it.

“Lookin’ a little down, darlin’,” Kirishima’s voice cut into your dull thoughts.

You looked up to see Kirishima leaning against the table you were sitting at. He was dressed in his chaps and vest, he must be up first for bull riding again. “I’m okay.”

“Bakugou says that your uncle has been callin’ him nonstop, sayin’ that you aren’t riding anymore,” Kirishima said, raising a crimson eyebrow.

You gave him a meek smile, “yeah, just haven’t been feelin’ it, but I’ll come back to it. I always do.”

“Mkay, hate seein’ those pretty lips all pouty,” Kirishima said as he moved around the table to pull you away from your friends, “you gonna watch me tonight?”

You smiled as you rested your hand on his lower abdomen, feeling the rough material of his vest against your fingers. “Of course, sure you’ll be number one, Kiri.”

Kirishima grinned, “oh for sure I'll be, but I think I need a kiss from you for good luck.”

You rolled your eyes and stood on your toes to press your lips into his. He tasted like beer and smoke, probably from the cigar you saw him smoking with Sero earlier.

“Yup, think I’ll go win now,” Kirishima said as he pulled away from you and gave your cheek a pat. He let his gaze rest on a very drunk Bakugou who had been watching with glossy eyes. “Gimme one more though, just for extra luck.”

“Alright,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes, now smiling as you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Kirishima grinned looking back away from Bakugou and to you, “thanks, darlin’.”

You smiled as you watched Kirishima saunter through the crowd that parted for him like the red sea. There was no doubt that he carried a lot of charisma and charm, everyone liked him. Except for Toshinori.

“Can you get me another jack and coke when you go back to the bar,” Momo asked as she looked at your empty drink in your hands, “which should be now?”

You snorted, “yeah yeah, next time you’re goin.”

Momo ruffled your hair making you grumble as you walked to the bar. Only a few people were at the bar now since everyone had moved to the arena to watch the bull riders. With a sigh, you slid into an empty seat next to someone who had his head in his hands.

“Can I have a jack and coke and a whiskey sour please?” you asked the bartender over the roar of the crowd.

“Tell your uncle to stop callin’ me,” Bakugou slurred from next to you.

You were actually shocked to see that the drunk guy next to you was Bakugou. Honestly, he looked unrecognizable from beneath his black hat. His red eyes were dull and he had dark circles lining his eyes. Not to mention the at least two-day scruff on his face. “You look terrible,” you said without thinking.

Bakugou snorted, the corner of his lips lifting into an empty grin, “thanks, princess.” He took a sip from his glass, hissing as the alcohol burned his throat.

You blinked as the bartender handed you both drinks, not that you were paying that much attention to them anyway, or that the bull riding was about to start. “Why is Toshinori calling you out of all people?”

Bakugou looked at you out of the corner of his eye, “he’s worried or some shit.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you slumped in your seat feeling the dark rain cloud over your head that had been briefly broken up by Kirishima come back. “Oh.”

Bakugou huffed as he turned his body towards yours, “why did you stop ridin’?”

You shrugged, not looking into his eyes, “not really feelin’ it anymore.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Bakugou said truthfully as he took another swig from his glass, “you out of all people ‘not feelin’ it anymore.’”

“Well it’s the truth,” you snapped back, “and what are you doin’? Sitting here and moping?”

Bakugou’s smile slipped from his face, “yeah I am.”

You rolled your eyes as you sucked down some of Momo’s drink, ignoring the announcer who was calling Kirishima’s name.

“You gonna go watch him?” Bakugou said, turning his gaze away from you.

“I probably should,” you said, but it felt like there was almost a rope tying you to Bakugou now, keeping you seated at the bar.

“Sure he’d like that,” Bakugou muttered just loud enough for you to hear. “Have his number one fangirl of the month cheerin’ for ‘em.”

“Of course, you’d have to make a dig at me,” you snapped as you set down both drinks again. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” Bakugou laughed bitterly, “I have no problems, princess. You’re the one with all the issues goin’ on.”

You narrowed your eyes, “the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh like no one has noticed the only reason you’ve been pushing so hard is to regain your honor or some shit,” Bakugou answered hotly, his words were slurring together, “the truth is sweetheart is that you’ll never be able to fill your daddy’s boots and you don’t even know it.”

“You fucking asshole,” you hissed, feeling tears well up in your eyes, “you don’t think I know that, Katsuki? I’m painfully aware that I am never going to be as good of a rider as you or Izuku, but at least I tried. At least I didn’t go around gettin’ in people's heads. If you didn’t tell Izuku all those things before his run, maybe he’d still be able to walk.”

Bakugou abruptly stood from his seat, the stool landed loudly on the floor gathering the attention of a few people. “Take that back.”

“No,” you hissed, “just like I know I’ll never get that fuckin’ ranch back or my fuckin’ honor, you know that you had some part in Izuku’s accident.”

This fight had been brewing for years and your rivalry had been running downhill fast into becoming enemies.

“You can be a real fuckin’ bitch, Y/n, you know that? Hope you have a fun time fuckin’ shitty hair, your daddy would be ashamed of you,” Bakugou hissed as he slammed down a twenty and left the bar.

—------

They say the line between love and hate is thin, that was bullshit. How could you ever love someone you hate?

It had been a month since that fight you had with Bakugou in the bar. That night you had gone home alone, crying, as your repressed shame and guilt came to a head, again. It was pretty awful after that, you managed to push everyone away until your close friends insisted on trying to help you, which they did.

Somewhat.

There was a bit of an empty feeling in your chest that no matter how hard you tried you couldn't figure out how to fill it. Maybe it was always empty though and now you were aware of the hole.

At least Toshinori ran your competition for you and got first, it was the horse that was more important after all.

“You ready Y/n?” Tsu said from next to you. She was looking down at you with mild concern. It had taken her some convincing but she had planned a trail ride for your birthday that was in a few days. Maybe she was hoping that you’d regain your spark for riding again.

You nodded, smiling as you got onto Cowboy, “yeah, let's go. Hopefully it doesn’t rain, those clouds look a little weird,” you said as you glanced into the distance. There were large black clouds gathering and the air was starting to get heavy with the scent of rain.

Tsu shrugged, “oh well, don’t you have that little fort you built with Izuku and Bakugou somewhere in these woods? We could go there if it starts raining.”

You furrowed your brows, you had honestly forgotten about the little fort you had built with Izuku and with Bakugou actually. It almost came as a small shock to you that there was a time all three of you were friends as children. You’ve been so angry at Bakugou for so long that it was easy to forget your time together growing up. “Yeah, I can’t really remember where it is though.”

“Well I’m not riding if it’s gonna rain,” Momo said with a huff, looking a little uncomfortable on your uncle's red gelding.

You smiled, “oh you’ll be fine Momo. It adds to the experience, maybe you’ll want to start riding?”

Momo snorted as she adjusted herself in the saddle, “I don’t think so.”

You shook your head as you followed Tsu down the trail. You were riding in the woods that were behind Toshinori’s ranch. The woods were shared by four properties, your dad’s old ranch, Toshinori’s ranch, Crimson Ranch, and Bakugou’s.

It was beautiful really, the forest was full of large old trees, and plenty of creeks, and now that it was spring there were hundreds of wildflowers. You inhaled, letting your shoulders relax as you walked down the trail.

As you continued your ride you were able to see some flashes of your childhood come to mind. A big log you passed was where you and Izuku brought popsicles out to share during a hot summer day, or the creek you crossed was where you and Bakugou waded through the water trying to catch minnows.

When the three of you were closest as friends it was when you were about ten. Toshinori had just taken the three of you under his wing for lessons, and that’s when you remembered that Bakugou’s first horse was Peach.

You blinked as a memory resurfaced.

“Aw c’mon, let me and Izu ride her!” you said loudly pushing some stray hairs out of your mouth.

Bakugou shook his head, looking rather smug up on his new show pony, “no way, Peach only likes me.”

Izuku giggled, patting Peach’s cheek as she nuzzled his shoulder with her mouth, “I think she likes me, Kacchan.”

“She just thinks you stink,” Bakugou snapped as he kicked Peach’s sides rather roughly to get her to move out of the way. However, true to a lesson horse's nature she stood still, looking somewhat annoyed at her tiny rider.

“That’s enough kids,” Your father said as he walked up to the three of you, hauling Izuku’s and your ponies behind him. “We’ve got big things to do today according to Toshi.”

You and Izuku raced over to your ponies and easily got on, barely staying still in the saddles as Toshinori rode out into the arena on his famous stud All Might. All Might was probably the biggest horse you have ever seen and was a deep golden yellow with a mane and tail as white as the clouds above your head.

“You three ready to work?” Toshinori asked, chuckling as the three of you nodded eagerly.

“Y/n!” Tsu’s shrill voice cut into your thoughts.

You blinked and then saw Momo race past you, screaming as she clung to the back of her saddle. “Momo!” you shouted and noticed a trio of deer prancing by. Her horse must have spooked. “Shoot, Tsu try to go around the creek to see if her horse runs home if she falls off, I’ll follow her up to the field,” you said quickly.

You didn’t wait for Tsu to answer before you cantered away from her and after Momo. The wind was starting to pick up as you broke through the tree line and into the field. In the distance, you could see Momo just about to fall off her horse.

“Momo! Don’t hang on, just try to get your foot out of the stirrup!” you shouted at her as you sped up towards her. You winced as Momo hit the ground with a groan. Her horse spooked again and took off into the forest while you got off, rushing to Momo’s side. “Are you okay?”

Momo grumbled, pushing herself up into a sitting position, “just fine, don’t ever take me on a trail ride again.”

You snorted, “I won’t, we’ll go out on the boat instead.”

Momo gave you a wobbly smile as she stood to her feet and brushed dirt and grass off of her jeans, “well I guess your uncle's “bulletproof” horse ran off, do you think he’s lost?”

Your face heated up at her comment, honestly, the horse you put her on was super broke and old. Momo just had bad luck with riding today it seemed, “yeah it’s alright, I’ll find him, you’re more important though.”

“How are we gonna get back?” she asked, looking back behind her. The three of you had been riding for about two hours and the walk back would be pretty miserable.

You frowned as you pulled out your phone and held it up, you had a missed call from Tsu. Your phone buzzed and a text came through from her, she was back near the barn already, and didn’t find Momo’s horse. You sighed, “well I guess you can get up on Cowboy and we can head back.”

Momo nodded and was about to get onto Cowboy when stopped, “looks like we aren’t the only ones out here.”

You looked past Momo to see that Bakugou and Kirishima were racing across the field and they both came to a sharp stop arguing about who had won their race before Kirishima noticed you and Momo. They exchanged some words before heading right towards you. It was almost shocking to see that Kirishima’s draft horse was keeping up with Bakugou.

Upon seeing Bakugou, your rival, well, whatever he is now after a month it felt weird. The words he said to you resurfaced and you bit the inside of your cheek. Your shoulders rose in mild discomfort as they came to a stop in front of you and Kirishima instantly got off his horse and walked towards you and Momo.

“Y’all okay?” he asked with mild concern as he looked both of you over.

“My horse threw me and ran off,” Momo said with a heavy sigh, “we were about to head back.”

“What about the horse?” Bakugou spoke up. He was still on his horse, resting his hand on his thigh while the other loosely held his reins.

“I was gonna head out after him once I got Momo back to the barn,” you said, keeping your gaze away from Bakugou.

“I can take Momo back, my horse can take the extra rider better than Cowboy,” Kirishima said, “plus, he’s gotta win a championship soon anyway.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at Kirishima, “alright, just be careful. Don’t think Momo wants to fall off for a second time.”

Momo scoffed as she looked up at Kirishima’s gigantic horse, “especially not from that height.”

“Don’t worry, Rocky is a good boy, he doesn’t even buck when I try to get ‘em to,” Kirishima said with a hearty laugh as his gaze slid over to Bakugou who had grown quiet, “you should help Y/n look for Momo’s horse, at least before it starts raining.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows shot up in mild surprise. “I guess,” he replied, letting his surprise settle into something you couldn’t pin.

Kirishima smiled and patted the side of your cheek, “don’t let his rotten mood get to ya darlin’. All he needs is a good pick me up, ya know?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. What did that mean? Honestly, you’d rather go look for Momo’s horse with Kirishima, then you could maybe try to get a better read on what he thought about you, or maybe you were just upset that Bakugou was right about Kirishima’s fangirl of the month comment.

In all honesty, the bull rider had been pulling away from you slowly over the last week or so. It didn’t bug you that much because you weren’t anything, but you were a bit upset at the loss of what could have been.

You sighed as you watched Kirishima help Momo get back on his horse and he followed suit, giving you and Bakugou another one of his famous smiles before setting off back towards the forest.

“I think he went this way,” you said dully as you got back onto Cowboy and pointed towards the forest on the opposite end of the field.

Bakugou nodded, deciding to keep quiet as he rode behind you.

It was awkward, to say the least. There was an angry tension between both of you. You both had said some terrible things to each other that night at the bar and it was obvious both of you felt at least somewhat guilty.

The rain clouds were beginning to gather above your head now, rumbling with thunder and threatening to drop the water within them. You looked up above you, squinting as a few raindrops started to fall, and then the sky opened.

“We shouldn’t ride in this,” Bakugou said loudly above the rain, “can’t have him slip,” he said referring to Dynamight.

As much as you hated to agree with him, he was right. The ground was quickly becoming muddy and both of you needed sound horses. “Okay, should we head back?”

Bakugou shook his head, looking around the woods till something seemed to catch his eye, “nah, look. That shitty fort is still standing.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to see what he was looking at through the rain. You blinked a few times and then the fort he was talking about came into focus. It was a bit overgrown, but you could stay there till the rain died down a bit.

Bakugou rode past you and led the way to the fort. You could see the log you dragged to tie your ponies at was still there too. As you got closer to the fort you were met with a nostalgic feeling of when times were simpler, and things weren’t so complicated.

You both came to a stop and dismounted your horses and tied them to the log, quickly taking the saddles and pads off before they got too wet. As you hauled your saddle and pad into the fort you noticed the wheel marks in the dirt, Izuku must still visit here, and it made your heart ache.

The fort remained almost unchanged from the last time you saw it. There were dusty blankets stuffed into a corner by some pillows you had stolen from your old house. A feed bucket sat by the window catching stray raindrops while an action figure of a superhero still was seated on the makeshift window sill.

A few of Bakugou’s comics were strewn across the floor, now discolored and torn. You could see your stack of books by your little corner of the fort as well as your favorite stuffy that you thought you had lost.

Without much thought you set down your saddle and moved over towards your corner and grabbed a book from the top of the stack. You ran your fingers down the spine of the book, gathering some dust on the tip of your finger. “This was a good book,” you said aloud mostly to yourself.

Bakugou huffed as he sat down against the wall, crossing his legs at his ankles as he watched you mull around the tiny handmade cabin. “You were always stuffin’ books and shit in the walls. Probably why that old hag at the library hated you.”

You shot him a playful glare as you sat down across from him, “well they were all horse books and I doubt she really cared.”

“Right,” Bakugou said as he watched you thumb through the pages. There was a pause in the conversation before he spoke up again, “I heard your uncle ran for you at the last show.”

You paused, looking up at Bakugou, “he still callin’ you?”

Bakugou shrugged and looked away from you, “no.”

You furrowed your brows, if your uncle wasn’t calling him then who was? Then it struck you. Izuku must have reached out to him. While you’ve been so hyper focused on avoiding riding all together you failed to notice Izuku keeping a watchful eye on you. He always has. “It was Izuku, wasn't it.”

Bakugou nodded, “yeah.”

You sighed as you set the book down and leaned against the wall, the wood creaked under your weight. “What did he say?”

Bakugou ran a hand through his wet hair before looking at you, “he asked me if I knew anything about it, I told him I didn’t. I haven't seen you in a month.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, a terrible habit, but it was something you did when you were uncomfortable. You were uncomfortable because for a moment it sounded like Bakugou was worried too, just for a second. “Suprised he called you,” you finally said.

Bakugou looked away from you, looking frustrated. “He knows I care at least on some level.”

“You care?” you snorted, “that’s funny.”

Bakugou’s gaze shot back to you and he narrowed his eyes, “of course I care-”

“Don’t tell me you’ve cared this whole time,” you began cutting him off as you started to breathe more heavily. “How could you, after everything you’ve said to me. Don’t even get me started Katsuki-”

“What about what you’ve said!” Bakugou quickly countered back as he stood up, the top of his head was practically flush with the ceiling. “Blamin’ me for Izuku’s accident, you know I never wanted anything to happen to him, or to you!”

“Then why do you act like this,” you said, your voice was starting to shake. “Why did you turn so cold and mean, Katsuki. Once you got that damn horse of yours six years ago when we were seventeen you changed, and not for the better.”

Bakugou’s face was starting to turn red with anger, and his eyes held a certain rage that you were shocked to see. “I’ve alwasy been like this.”

You shook your head, “no you haven’t! Izuku and I, damn it, we missed you,” you admitted, feeling that hole in your chest start to feel a little less empty at your confession. “Izuku still misses you, Katsuki. He still comes here, just look at the damn floor.”

Bakugou looked down to see that Izuku’s wheel chair had left marks in the dirt that's been gathering in the fort for years. “He’s always been a sap,” he said bitterly.

“So fuckin’ what! Are you even listening!” you shouted as you suddenly grabbed at his shirt, “don’t tell me you don’t miss how things used to be, we were friends, rivals too and it was good, it was fun! Then it all went to shit and we started hating each other, why?”

“Why?” Bakugou said, his deep voice was starting to waver too, “because it has always been you two, always.”

You rolled your eyes, “don’t tell me this is just because you were jealous of Izuku and I? That’s bullshit, Katsuki and you know it. We never left you out. In fact we looked up to you, and I know you knew that.”

Bakugou looked away from you again, he was trying to step back, away from you. You were too close.

“Don’t you dare walk away,” you hissed, fighting your tears.

“I’m done,” he said lowly.

“No you’re not,” you snapped as you stepped into his space, “you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to tell me that bullshit and expect that I’ll believe it.”

“Just stop,” Bakugou almost pleaded, “look I’m sorry for what I said at the bar, it was shitty for me to do-”

“Katsuki, please,” you said, your voice was heavy with desperation. You weren’t even sure why you were pushing him so hard for the truth, just hours ago he was your worst enemy but in this fort, your inner child was crying for her best friend.

Bakugou swallowed thickly, his eyes shot back to you then to the wall before they settled back on you again. “I-” he cleared his throat, “I couldn’t be around you, not after your dad died. He gave me that colt -Dynamight- that was his legacy and he should have been yours. Then you lost the ranch and Izuku got paralyzed - it was my fault. If I never got that horse, never won, never tried to get in Izuku’s head, none of that would have happened. I couldn’t be around you, or Izuku. Every time I’d see your faces I felt like complete shit, so I pushed you both away.”

You stayed quiet, watching as Bakugou clenched and unclenched his jaw after confessing to you. It was almost ironic hearing how Bakugou felt because you felt that everything was your fault too. “That’s not your fault,” you said softly, “I lost the ranch, just me.

And my dad loved you, he wanted you to have one of his colts. It’s why he gave Izuku one too. He wanted you to have Dynamight, Katsuki. I think he’d be really proud of how well one of his colts has done, and of you too. I’m sorry I blamed you for Izuku too, I shouldn’t have, I just,” you shook your head, “was jealous I think. Wanted to make you out to be the bad guy, just so I didn’t have to see the truth myself.”

Bakugou nodded, seeming to accept your words. He glanced down at your hand still gripping his damp shirt and then to your tear-stained cheeks, “is that why you quit riding?”

You nodded, “I feel ashamed to even try anymore, I guess.”

“You shouldn’t quit, princess,” Bakugou said softly, “your dad wouldn’t want that, I know Toshinori and Izuku don’t want that either, and I don’t too.”

You gave him a wobbly smile, that hole in your chest was slowly mending itself and you felt lighter. The room seemed brighter too, not as grey as it used to be. “Thank you.”

Bakugou gave you a quick nod and broke his eye contact with you. He felt lighter too, but he still was feeling weighed down by the weight of his thoughts. He moved slow, lifting his hand to pull you away from him, out of his bubble so he could breathe.

You furrowed your brows as Bakugou pulled your hand off of his shirt and looked past you and out the window. It was still raining and turning dark now. Which meant it was going to get colder too.

“Think we’re gonna have to spend the night here,” Bakugou said as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. It buzzed loudly and he sighed, “flash flood warning, Kirishima also said Toshi’s damn horse showed up just as they got back.”

“That would happen," you said as you walked past Bakugou to look at your horses tied outside. They were both under a tree standing a few feet apart looking somewhat miserable, “think they’ll be okay?”

Bakugou came up behind you, grabbing the top of the old windowsill as he popped his head outside to look at the horses, “they should be, pretty sure we built this piece of shit cabin or fort, whatever the hell it is, on a hill.”

You nodded, that sounded right, “yeah, let's hope.”

Bakugou muttered something under his breath as he took a step back heading to the other side of the small cabin. The floorboards creaked loudly and he grinned, “well we can pass the time with this,” he said as he yanked up the floorboard next to him revealing some alcohol.

“No way, you snuck alcohol in here?” you asked, shaking your head as he opened the bottle of tequila and took a hefty swig.

He hissed at the burn before handing you the bottle, “yeah, snuck some in here years ago, can’t remember what for.” That was a lie, he brought his prom date back to this cabin a couple of times.

You took the bottle and winced as the tequila burned your throat. “That’s terrible, this is the cheap stuff.”

Bakugou chuckled as he took the bottle back and took another swig while he turned on an old camping lantern that was set on a cardboard box. “It’s not too bad.”

“It’s bad,” you countered as you sat back down and pulled out your phone. You frowned, there was no reception for you, guess it was good that Bakugou’s phone got reception. A few minutes of silence passed between you as you shared the old bottle of tequila. It was obviously watered down, but it still gave you a good buzz.

“Cowboy’s got a few foals comin’ this year right?” Bakugou asked, breaking the silence.

You looked towards him and nodded, “a few, Cowboy makes good babies,” you said proudly.

Bakugou snorted, “more like ugly babies.”

“Take that back,” you snapped, “Dynamight has ugly babies, they all have huge heads like him.”

Bakugou frowned, “at least he has better stops than Cowboy.”

“Well Cowboy has a smoother lope than Dynamight,” you shot back

“You’ve never even ridden him,” Bakugou countered.

You snorted, “whatever, I can tell, that’s because I’ve been riding longer than you.”

“Only by a month, plus we all know I’m the better rider,” Bakugou said, but then he froze, eyes wide with worry that he said the wrong thing, hurt whatever small bit of normalcy you both had created here.

If this had happened last month you would have gone for his jugular, seething, and spitting. However, things were different now, you had some answers, and you were more sure of yourself. “Only sometimes,” you said with a small smile, “plus I’m gonna catch up to you, take your spot as number one.”

Bakugou returned your smile, and his shoulders relaxed, “you can try, princess.”

You rolled your eyes, “just wait, got that workshop comin' up next week, and we’re gonna easily take your spot. Then there will be pretty Cowboy foals everywhere you look, Kats.”

Bakugou laughed, it was warm and made you almost forget how cold the small cabin was starting to get now that the sun was gone. He shook his head, letting his gaze meet yours. In the time you two were bantering you and him had moved closer, so close that he could see that your hair was starting to dry at the ends, and that funny shaped scar you had on your collar bone when you got thrown in a gate.

He took another swig from the bottle, feeling it warm him as he took you in again.

You froze, why was he staring at you? You watched his red gaze travel down your body and occasionally flick back to your eyes or your parted lips. “What?” you said, a little breathless.

Bakugou shrugged as he set the bottle down, it was loud, making you jump.

You blinked, still confused, “what?” you asked again. His tanned skin was starting to flush from the alcohol and he ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. You swallowed thickly as an unpure thought ran through your mind, at first you were horrified that you even had a thought about Bakugou like that. But then you looked at him again, and for the first time, you realized how pretty he was.

In fact, he was stunning.

Tall and built, strong from working on the ranch all day, tanned from being in the sun. His hair was soft, and light at the top but his undercut was darker and needed to be shaved down again. There were a few freckles that ran over the bridge of his nose, and his lips were full and pink, and soft.

Lightning struck outside making you jump a little before you turned your attention back to him. He was watching you again, his pupils were blown, almost covering the rest of his red iris’.

“Ya know,” Bakugou’s voice was raspy and low, just quiet enough for you to hear, “I always thought you were pretty.”

That was all it took for you two to rush into each other embrace, he was tugging you onto his lap, running his hands through your hair, across your cheek, down your back. He finally settled on keeping a hand on the side of your jaw and the other on your hip as he pressed his lips against yours.

A whine escaped you as he roughly nipped your lip before he started to lift the bottom of your shirt up. His hands were rough and warm against your bare skin as you lifted your arms up as your shirt slipped past your head, and he threw it off to the side. He ran his hands back down your side and over your bra, practically tearing it in half.

“Katsuki,” you somewhat scolded, out of breath as your now torn bra fell to the ground too.

“It was in the fuckin’ way,” he growled as he roughly grabbed your jaw with one hand and pulled you against him again.

You whimpered into the kiss as you ran your fingers through his undercut, grabbing at his soft hair, and making him hiss. He pulled away from you and started to run his lips down the side of your face along the curve of your jaw, then down your neck.

His hands began to move up your stomach and to your chest, squeezing hard and making you gasp. “What?” he said breathlessly against the side of your neck, suppressing a smile, “that hurt?”

You huffed, you knew he was teasing you. “Shut up,” you said as you moved your hands to pull off his shirt, making him chuckle.

Bakugou yanked off his shirt and tossed it next to yours before moving his lips back to your chest, harshly nipping at your skin, and grinning at your little whines and gasps of pain.

Your hands headed straight towards his belt, and you hastily undid the buckle and pulled it through the loops of his jeans. Once you got it off you were suddenly caught off guard as he quickly wrapped a thick arm around your waist and flipped you both over.

You let out a breath as he roughly yanked your hands above your head and pinned them to the floor. A wicked smile graced your lips as you stared up at Bakugou, “sure you don’t want me to be on top?”

Bakugou huffed as he used his free hand to yank off your belt and pop open the front button of your jeans, “not this time, princess.”

“Not this time?” you countered, raising a brow as you lifted your hips to help him pull your jeans off. “Think this is gonna happen again, huh?” you challenged, hoping he’d get a little rougher with you.

Bakugou bared his teeth, “knew you’d be a fuckin’ brat.” He pushed your hands into the ground harder, making you wince as he promptly threw your jeans and panties to the side, leaving you bare beneath him.

You smiled, about to say something smart back when he suddenly ran two fingers through your slit, making a soft whine escape past your lips.

“You know how I know this is gonna happen again,” Bakugou harshly whispered into your ear as he brought two fingers down to your entrance and pushed them in, making you gasp loudly and your hips jerk up. “Because you’re fuckin’ dripping for me, princess.”

You bit your lip hard as he started to move his fingers, making you squirm. You wanted to be able to touch him too, run your hands down his chest, over his shoulders, feel the muscles in his back ripple.``Lemme go, wanna touch you too” you panted, wiggling your wrists under his palm.

“No,” Bakugou snapped as he pressed his thumb down hard on your clit, hard, grinning when you let out a long keen.

You could feel him grinding into your thigh with every pump of his fingers in you, and you were starting to become desperate, writhing against him. You could feel yourself start to tighten up and you pushed it away, not wanting him to know how good he was with just his fingers, “c’mon,” you hissed, tears starting to well up in your eyes as he started to rub tighter circles around your clit with his thumb.

Bakugou chucked meanly, “aw, you already gonna cum, huh? Can feel ya, sqeezein’ my fingers.”

You shook your head, growing frustrated that he was winning again. There were words just on the tip of your tongue, ready to make him break for you, but he pushed in a third finger and those words melted into another moan.

“Ya sound real pretty for me princess,” Bakugou said as he nipped at your earlobe, “bet you’ll sound even better when I fill you up with my cock.”

“Fuck,” you whined fighting back your orgasm again, but he was too good.

Bakugou was breathing hard, watching your face contort in pleasure as he kept a consistent pace. “You gonna cum, princess?” he asked, his deep voice breathy.

You nodded, grabbing at his hand that was wrapped around your wrists with yours, and digging your nails into his skin.

Bakugou grinned as your hips started to buck and just when you started to call out his name he pulled his fingers out and sat back on his heels.

You let out a frustrated cry, “the hell ?” Your body was shaking as your pleasure started to fade, leaving you frustrated and needy. Instead of answering you, you watched as he ran his tongue along the length of his fingers, and he moaned.

The sound of his voice sent a jolt through you, making you lean up on your elbows, pupils blown as he locked his gaze with you. You were breathing heavily letting your eyes wander down his bare chest, seeing the tattoos that adorned his body, down to his cock straining through his boxers turning them dark with pre. “Katsuki,” you said softly, your voice was thick with want.

He started moving back towards you with a fervor you’ve only seen a few times before. His hands were hot on your hips as he yanked you towards him and began settling down on his forearm in front of you. Another pitiful whine escaped you and he spread your legs, watching your arousal string from your parted thighs.

“Never wanted,” Bakugou panted using his thumb to get a better look at your glistening pussy, “to eat someone out so bad, fuck,” he groaned as he turned his head to bite your inner thigh.

Your legs were shaking around his shoulders as he stretched one hand up onto your stomach, grabbing at your skin, searching for a place to anchor himself as he licked a long stripe up the center of pussy, cherishing the way you shake against him.

Your hands grab at his hair, pulling softly as he starts to run his tongue around your clit, glancing up at you with hazy eyes, loving the way your chest is heaving with each broken breath. The more you whine above him the more aggressive he gets, digging his nails into your skin and taking his time to make you come undone.

“Shit,” you cried, nearly in tears again. He was too good, and honestly, at this point, it didn’t surprise you. “Wish you weren’t-” you let out a sob as he moaned against you, sending vibrations up your spine, “-so good at everything,” you said, barely able to push out the last part of your sentence.

The storm outside was growing more violent, thunder crashed above and you both didn’t notice the little feed bucket by the window was starting to overfill with water.

Bakugou let out breathy whimper when you yanked on his hair, “fuck,” he panted pulling away from you for a breif moment before going back in and sucking on your clit, hard.

You were nearly there, shaking and crying above him. All cares of wanting to beat him were the last thing on your mind. The only thing you could think about was cumming on his face, and squeezing your thighs around him.

“Go on,” Bakugou said, his voice muffled, he could tell you were close, “be a good girl and cum for me, princess.”

It felt like something in you had snapped inside of you and you let out a whine, biting your lip hard as you came. Your nerves were tingling as you shook against him. He held you down, pushing your body into the floor as he continued to suck and lick you through your high.

Once you came down, still sighing and shaking, Bakugou pulled back, licking his lips as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. Thunder rattled the handmade fort and then you both started to feel the rain.

“Shit,” Bakugou panted, wiping his eyes as the rain opened a hole in the part of the ceiling that was above you both. “C’mere,” he muttered, easily pulling up your weak body against him as he moved to the other side of the old fort.

You were almost too tired to even care about being rained on, “guess we need to fix the ceiling,” you said, glancing at Bakugou. You were definitely disappointed that the rain cock blocked you before you could have your turn with him.

Bakugou chuckled, nodding as he shrugged on his shirt and tossed you yours. He grabbed his phone checking the time and the weather quickly before standing up to shine a flashlight on your two horses still tied outside. Now they truly did look miserable. “Probably should get some sleep,” he said, clearing his throat a bit.

You nodded, grabbing your panties while he wasn’t looking and pulling them on before grabbing the old blanket in your corner of the fort. There was some sort of tension between the two of you now and it was awkward. Suddenly you wished you could bury yourself in the earth and never look at him again. “Uh, night, Kats,” you said softly, adjusting yourself under the blanket so you could lean back against your saddle.

Bakugou huffed, shaking his head as he settled next to you, “don’t hog the damn blanket, brat.”

You rolled your eyes as you held up a corner of the blanket, letting him scoot in next to you a bit, “happy now?”

“Yeah whatever, night, princess,” Bakugou replied, flipping over and dragging more of the blanket away from you.

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The next morning you both acted like what happened last night did not happen, it simply did not exist. In fact, you both refused to look at each other as you got your horses ready to ride back.

At least you were able to admit that you couldn’t stop looking at him after seeing him in a new light. You felt almost creepy at how intensely you were watching him, watching his biceps bunch as he lifted his saddle onto his horse, or watching his hands. You gulped, his hands were so big and strong, and his fingers looked good covered in your slick, they'd look even better in your mouth-

You shook your head, averting your gaze away from him as you got on Cowboy. You couldn’t get involved with Bakugou, you two were rivals. Yes, you had made up last night, but going beyond anything but rivals, wouldn’t work. It couldn’t.

You needed a rival, someone to push you to work hard, and he hasn’t really been your rival for a long period of time before you two became enemies. Not to mention he really just broke up with Cami, and you frowned. Were you just a rebound?

It was for the best to just assume last night was a moment of weakness, and it wouldn’t happen again.

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Part Three!

#tw. death #tw. talks of depression #cowboy!bakugou #tied down

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