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Could you make something like where klaus' girlfriend/wife is really attractive and all of his enemies want her(like lucien or tristan)?

Everybody wants to steal my girl

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader Summary: Klaus (and you) have been struggling with hybrid's jealousy for 1,000 years. It doesn't help that you're stunningly beautiful and that all his enemies want to steal you from him. But Klaus will not let his wife ever leave his side—or worse, lose her feelings for him. Even if he is "slightly" insecure about himself. Warning(s): jealous Klaus, jealous reader, a bit smut (I think) but not 18+, Klaus being an insecure puppy Word count: 7k I guess

She's been my queen since we were sixteen, we want the same things We dream the same dreams, alright, alright?

Klaus stormed into the abattoir in a rage. He promised himself that he would rip Lucien's heart out of his chest as soon as the circumstances were right, making sure he had suffered enough for his heinous act beforehand.

Klaus was the only one who could flirt with his wife.

He'd have to make sure that this pathetic creature got the message the next time they met. Lucien had condemned his life to death anyway, but Klaus might have had the pity to spare him from his creative torture.

Y/N didn't like it when he got blood on the floor. And when their daughter Hope came into the world, she tried to keep the violence around her to a minimum. Which didn't mean Klaus shouldn't fight every potential suitor of his baby's mother. Hope would agree with him if she was old enough.

When he calmed down, he decided to look into the room of their miracle child. He smiled, leaning against the doorframe as he saw Y/N putting their daughter to sleep. She sang an Old Norse lullaby they both knew from their human days.

Klaus flashed back to the days when he was just a teenager, head over heels in love with the daughter of their village chief. Then he wouldn't even have had a chance to hold her hand in public. His family was lower in the village hierarchy, which meant he could only dream of marrying a(n) Y/N. Which didn't stop them from falling in love. And turning her into a vampire with the Mikaelson siblings—the only thing he owed to his mother.

They both wanted and dreamed of the same thing: being together. They've had their ups and downs over the past thousand years, but they've always stayed together. She was the only person in their family that Klaus had never stabbed. Besides, he couldn't. She was a hybrid, just like him. After breaking his curse, it turned out that their lost dreams of having a family together weren't all that lost. Hope appeared. And they both hoped she wouldn't be their only child. But first, they had to deal with their enemies.

Klaus knew he would do anything to protect his girls. And in moments like this—when Y/N smiled softly at him, holding their sleeping daughter in her arms—he knew that his efforts were damn well worth the hard work and sleepless nights.

His wife might just not be so irresistibly, wonderfully beautiful at every fucking moment of the day. It would have saved him a lot of nerves and fits of jealousy every time someone flirted with his goddess.

"Tough day?" Y/n asked, placing her hand on his cheek. Klaus didn't even notice when she approached him.

"It's better since I've seen you, love." he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his chest to bury his nose in her delightfully fragrant hair.

Klaus adored every inch of her.

I know, I know, I know for sure Everybody want to steal my girl Everybody want to take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me

On days like this, Klaus was more murderous than usual.

Y/N knew full well that after agreeing to Tristan's polite request for a dance, Klaus was going to explode tonight. Not that she wanted to dance with the brother of a bitch who wanted to take her husband. Tristan's compliments to her, or even the subtle hints of his attraction to her, weren't pleasant to her either.

That was the plan: she was to distract Tristan while Klaus and Freya searched their house. The only thing Elijah didn't take into account was Klaus' enormous tendency to get jealous every time he touched her or received a compliment from another man.

Y/N could have sworn she saw Kol in the crowd eating a pack of popcorn, waiting for things to happen.

So she wasn't surprised when Klaus appeared at one point, snatching her from Tristan's arms with a warning growl. Or that he later marked her neck carefully and every inch of her body that had been contaminated by another man's hands.

Y/N was HIS and no one could ever change that. Not when he was around.

Elijah then burst into your room, being very annoyed at his brother's behavior. But honestly? He should have known better than to hope Klaus wouldn't give in to his jealousy. Tristan was lucky he didn't rip his hands off on the spot. On that day, the second of their first-turned vampires handed down a death sentence. Klaus wouldn't let anyone steal his wife.

Everybody want to steal my girl Everybody want to take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me

The cup of bitterness overflowed in Klaus when Lucien approached you on your annual "wedding anniversary" date. Yes, Klaus dared to show enough of his sentimental and tender side to declare this day a national holiday. No murders and no bodies on this day - that's what he promised you thousands of years ago.

But when he brought your order to the table and saw Lucien shamelessly flirting with you in front of him, inviting you for a drink at his suite, he seriously considered breaking that oath.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do that. He would rather avoid your wrath.

So instead, he walked over to your table with a sly, confident smirk, put the food on the table, and, grabbing your chin, pulled you close to kiss you passionately in front of the vampire.

He was marking his territory.

You smiled as Niklaus ignored Lucien's awkward grunt, only kissing you fiercely. He only let you go when he was sure your lips were swollen enough from his kiss. He smirked at your slightly disheveled state.

"Were you very bored without me, love?" he asked, playing with your hair.

"I kept her company, Klaus." the hybrid winced at Lucien's voice. He mustered up all the rest of his patience and turned his head, acknowledging the vampire's presence.

"Oh really? I didn't notice you, Lucien. You can go now." he brushed him off, turning back to you. Disgust in his gaze gave way to pure adoration. You were always amazed at how quickly you could change his mood with just your presence.

"Nik, sweetheart, it's very inappropriate to talk like that to our oldest friends, isn't it? Lucien, darling, we'll continue our conversation someday. You have to forgive me, but I promised my grumpy husband that I would focus all my attention on him today." you excused the two of you with a cute smile. Lucien just nodded, blushing.

You grabbed Klaus' arm and pulled him out of the bar before he lunged at the vampire.

"Niklaus, my heart and soul, you know I'm only yours, right?" you asked, kissing his cheek to stifle the surge of his jealousy.

"Yes. Which doesn't mean that this creature knows it too. And I'm not grumpy." he grunted, the furrow of irritation on his forehead deepening as he remembered Lucien's sweet words to you. He wanted to vomit as soon as you answered him in an equally nice and polite tone. "Every enemy of mine has a crush on you anyway; even my father doesn't feel disgusted and murderous toward you."

"Yes? You should have seen Aurora's face when she passed us a few minutes ago. She must have sent Lucien here to spoil our evening."

"Wait a minute, love... is that why you've drawn me to this very nice, unexpected, passionate, mind-blowing kiss in the middle of the street?" he asked with an incredulous smirk, watching with satisfaction as a treacherous blush crept onto your cheeks.

"What am I supposed to say? You're as territorial in this relationship as I am. Besides, we don't want to give our enemies the false impression that we see anything but each other, do we?"

"It's good to know you get jealous of me from time to time too, love."

"Time to time? Please, have you seen yourself in the mirror? I'm still at war with all these horny women who want to steal you from me. Such cheekbones, wonderful eyes, and an English accent are the dreams of many."

"Maybe, but I'm probably the one who chases away the most suitors out of the two of us. You have no idea how many people have had a crush on you over the centuries."

Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Oh yeah Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Alright Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na She belongs to me

There was going to be a celebration of the summer solstice in their village. Young Klaus was just waiting for you to sneak out with him after the ceremonial rites for your own celebration.

You've been courting each other for over three years now, and today Klaus was finally going to pluck up the courage (with the help of Elijah and Rebekah and Kol's teasing) to propose to you. The ring was safely in his pocket, and the sword was well hidden where the two of you were supposed to spend a romantic evening.

Everything was planned and ready. Nothing could go wrong today. He anticipated and ready for every circumstance, and his mother (the only one of your parents who knew about this secret relationship) promised him to keep his father away from your tryst's place.

But it never occurred to him that another man would try to steal you away from him.

Thor Ragnarsson, the strongest and most powerful young warrior from their village, has been dancing with you since the beginning of the night. And it didn't seem like he was going to let you go that easily, and after the rumors he heard from Kol, Klaus found out that the man wanted to court you.

Klaus had a panic attack. How could he—weak, one of the many sons of a lesser warrior—compete with such a man for your hand? Thor could give you much more than he can. He was stronger, richer, more famous, and handsomer... No. He couldn't think like that. Not when you were destined for each other by fate, stars, spirits, gods, or whatever was watching over you. He had to do something, and fast, before that son of a bitch charms you and you forget the boy who wrote you poems and painted your portraits on the bark of trees.

Klaus may not have been the strongest, but he had something that many of their villagers lacked. He had the cunning, brains, and skill of the best assassin. He will snatch you from this brute's clutches. But first he'll have to figure out how to do it (and take control of the deepening feelings of jealousy that clouded his good judgment.)

Thor only had two weaknesses. Beautiful women and strong drinks. He doubted that he would get drunk so easily; they don't know each other, so even if he offered him something stronger to drink (with an admixture of sleeping herbs), he would probably refuse and sense Klaus' ruse. So he had to resort to Plan B.

"Rebekah!" he shouted, trying to find his sister in the dancing crowd. He found her pretty quickly. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from talking to some man (whom he and Elijah needed to check out in the future) and dragged the protesting blonde to a place where they could watch you and Thor. "I need your help. Do you see this skunk who is talking to my Y/N? Please distract him so I and Y/N can run away from there. You know I wanted to propose to her tonight, and that lesser man is ruining my whole plan!"

"Couldn't you have asked Tatia? She would have helped you because of Elijah."

"They got out of here before Kol could scare off another woman. Please, Rebekah. Won't you do it for your favorite brother?"

"She better say yes." she sighed in defeat, threading herself into the dancing crowd. After a moment, she hit Y/N's partner and winked at Klaus. He didn't waste a second. He ran over to you and, making sure everyone was too busy to notice you, threw you over his shoulder and took you from there.

"Nik! You can put me down now." she laughed at him as they entered the forest. Klaus reluctantly set her down, immediately drawing her into a passionate kiss, which she eagerly returned. "What took you so long?"

"I had to make sure the inconvenience wouldn't bother us when we sneaked out."

"That inconvenience has a name. Besides, Thor's just my friend. We both know very well that my heart belongs to only one man in this village."

"And who is it, love?"

"Well, he's quite tall; he has blonde hair and beautiful, mesmerizing blue eyes; and he's artistically talented. I've never seen more beautiful things than the ones he's made, and he's soooo jealous of me, but that's only because he loves me and he's pretty insecure about himself. Thinking about it like that, I guess I should make sure he knows how much I desire and love him so he doesn't come up with some weird ideas. What do you think?"

"I think this man was born under a lucky star to be worthy of a miracle like you."

"I forgot to add that he charms me with his words like no one else." you murmured, placing a tender kiss on his lips, which accelerated the rhythm of your already madly beating hearts. He pushed you into a tree, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close, not wanting the world to let this moment between you ever end. You pulled away from him, placing your hand gently on his cheek. You smiled, looking at him with love in your eyes as he turned his head to kiss your hand. "I dare not agree with you. I'm the lucky one to have you, Niklaus. And believe me, nothing on this earth can change the way I love you. Nothing is even close enough to steal me from your safe, loving arms."

"So what do you say when..." he knelt down in front of you, trembling with nerves as he took a hand-made ring from his pocket. "Will I offer you my heart, soul, and body forever? You have my eternal devotion, loyalty, and love regardless of your answer, but know that it will be a real honor and a gift from the gods to call you my wife and to have a family with you. I want nothing more in this world than for you to be mine, Y/N. And I may not be the best choice; I am not very rich or strong, but I promise you that I will try to be the best husband for you."

"Oh, Niklaus, you stupid, insecure man... of course I will marry you!" you screamed with tears in your eyes, throwing yourself at him and knocking the two of you to the ground. You both laughed happily as you kissed each other's faces. Klaus gently slid the ring onto your finger.

One satisfying thought lingered in his mind as you both lounged in the field, embracing each other and watching the stars, talking about your future together.

She belongs to me.

Kisses like cream, her walk is so mean And every jaw drops when she's in those jeans, alright, alright? I don't exist if I don't have her The sun doesn't shine, the world doesn't turn, alright, alright?

"Any party you forgot to invite me to?" Klaus flinched at your pretentious, cold tone of voice. He turned away from the table to explain why Lucien, Aurora, and Tristan were sitting at the table with him and his brothers but fell silent, trying to keep his jaw from dropping.

"You look breathtaking as always, darling. Tristan and I missed having a beautiful woman at this table." Klaus stared murderously at Lucien as he kissed your hand, ignoring Aurora's offended snort. He knew you did it on purpose.

This morning, when he asked you to take Hope to visit Aunt Hayley for the day, you were wearing a completely different outfit. Now you were wearing those annoyingly tight jeans that showed off your curves perfectly, and you knew he loved them. Paired with a plunging neckline blouse, diamond jewelry, and little makeup, you looked like a goddess. Aurora could hide in the septic tank with her elegant, short dress.

You smirked at Aurora, sitting down between Lucien and Tristan, across from your husband. And that, too, was a deliberate ploy. You were out of reach of his hands to tease him with your beauty even more, regaling those idiots by your side with your heavenly presence. Klaus will make sure you pay for your little feat tonight.

He shot you a warning look as he noticed Lucien inching slightly closer to you, but you ignored him completely, smiling at some comment from the younger vampire.

Oh, yes, you will definitely be punished.

"Something wrong, sweetheart?" you asked him, knowing full well where his thoughts wandered.

"No. You're messing up the world order by fawning over this scoundrel instead of sitting next to me."

"Perfectly fine, love. Just admiring your beauty tonight."

"Only mine?" you asked, casually swirling her glass of wine and glancing meaningfully at Aurora, who tensed slightly under your gaze. You smiled meanly, ignoring Elijah's staring at you with irritation.

After failing to get anything meaningful out of Lucien (Klaus wouldn't let you get close enough to use his tricks), Elijah figured Aurora's weakness for Klaus could be exploited. But this time he didn't anticipate that you'd pick up on your husband's jealous behavior.

And you were much worse than the mighty hybrid.

"You know you're the only one I belong to, love." Klaus finally answered, shocking the younger vampires. They had never witnessed the world's deadliest vampire softly professing his love and devotion to you. You smiled sweetly at him, offering him your hand, which he kissed without hesitation. You shot a malicious, defiant look at Aurora.

They thought he had you wrapped around his finger, but it turns out to be quite the opposite...

Everybody want to steal my girl Everybody want to take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me

"Cheer up, she's just talking to him and not even of her own free will, Nik." you heard Kol calming down your husband when you tried to get information from Lucien.

For some reason, a vampire who has been impersonating your husband over the years has fallen for your extraordinary beauty and become infatuated with you.

Elijah decided to try again and use this to your advantage, much to Klaus' displeasure and fury. This time, Elijah put his other younger brother on guard. Honestly, it was fun to watch Kol occasionally hold Klaus by his henley to keep him from running towards you.

But of the two evils, Kol preferred to fight Klaus' jealousy over yours. You have proven more than once that you are a more dangerous opponent than his already bloodthirsty brother.

"Are you alright, darling?" Lucien pulled you out of your thoughts as he looked at you with concern.

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hope's been getting on my nerves lately. She's so little, and she already has her dad's temper."

"A beautiful and caring woman like you deserves one night off." he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and placing a flower there in the process. You had to admit that it was a very sweet gesture. You blushed involuntarily, smiling shyly at the vampire. "Will you do me the honor?" he asked, extending his hand towards you. You really didn't want to flirt with him, but Elijah didn't give you much of a way out. You hoped Klaus knew that. But from the burning look you could feel in the back of your head as Lucien led you to the dance floor, you knew you were bound to have a fit of jealousy at home.

You just hoped no one would die until you were alone in the same room with your husband to ease his jealousy.

You glanced out of the corner of your eye at Kol and Klaus' hideout. You almost burst out laughing as you saw the two brothers jostling with each other as Kol was trying hard to hold Klaus by his henley.

"Bloody hell, calm down before I put a dog muzzle around your neck!" Kol hissed at him, deftly dodging Klaus' fangs as he tried to inject him with his werewolf venom.

Fortunately, Freya came and took control of them, thanks to which the rest of the night went without incident (except that Klaus barged in at the end of the party and, together with Kol, pretending to be drunk, laughed at their ball. The divas, as always, had to show up.)

You thought everything would be fine, but on the way back, Nik didn't say a word to you, only holding your hand in an iron grip as he put up with Kol's story about what a "jealous and rabid dog" he had been throughout the whole ball.

The son of a bitch only made him angrier and escaping to Davina at the first possible opportunity after you were parked under abattoir.

The rest of the siblings got out of the car quickly, leaving you and Klaus alone. You had to defuse the ticking time bomb that was your husband before it was too late, and also on your own.

"Nik..." you began in a sweet tone, but the man didn't even look up from your joined hands as he played with your wedding ring on your finger. "Nik, listen…"

"Do you regret your decision?"he blurted out, not letting you finish your sentence.

"What?" you asked, shocked about his unexpected, serious question.

You turned to him so you could get a better look at him. He was staring at your hands nervously. You could feel his grip tightening with every second of the tense silence between you two.

"Do you regret marrying me?" he asked in a trembling, rueful voice.

"Oh, Niklaus... my best friend, my king, my soulmate. How could I ever regret marrying my first, true, epic love?" you took his cheeks in your hands, making him look you in the eyes. "I love you. All of you. In your good and bad days, and nothing can change that. None knows me as well as you do. Nobody is even close to making me feel the way you have been making me feel for these last thousand years. You are my peace, my home, my security, my heart, and my everything. There could be a billion people asking for my hand, and I'll choose you again, and again, and again. You, our sweet Hope, and your siblings are the only ones I care about in this bloody world. I'm yours, Niklaus, and I'm not going anywhere in the following eternity."

"Good." he murmured, barely holding back tears, and pulled you into a needy kiss.

You grabbed his shoulders and straddled him, knowing full well that, after moments of uncertainty like this, he needed your tender, firm touch.

And with the uncles and aunts watching over your daughter, you were more than willing to take care of your insecure husband.

The next day you woke up alone in your bed, but in a room filled with various beautiful flowers… none of them were like the one Lucien had given you and Klaus had burned.

Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Oh yeah Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Alright Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na

You lay in bed together, sleeping off the long weeks of fighting the de Martels and Lucien. You finally killed them, returning to that blissful, peaceful state. AND! Hope has gained a new Uncle Finn and Grandpa Ansel. And it looked like Aunt Davina would join your happy, crazy, Mikaelosn's bunch, thanks to Kol. Klaus allowed them to look after the baby under the watchful eye of Rebekah and Freya.

It'll probably be years before he trusts them enough to leave them alone with Hope, but that's just how your husband was.

Always a protector, a warrior, repelling any evil that could reach his loved ones.

"Stop thinking. Go back to sleep." he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

Lately, he has had a strange urge to stay very close to you. Maybe it's because spring is coming? You didn't want to ask him about his wolf side yet. He was fairly new to it and... shy. You were glad that now Ansel would be able to help him understand his other half.

"I thought we established a long time ago that I disobey your orders." you started to comb his hair, smiling as you heard him purr softly. He deserved to rest after bravely defending your family. You didn't know how much time you had left until another bomb exploded in your face.

"You could at least pretend to be a little obedient to your husband." he huffed, his eyes still closed.

"Me? Obedient? I thought you knew what you were taking, Mikaelson. Now, it's too late for any returns." you snorted, amused. Klaus graciously opened one eye, staring at you adoringly.

"I did. You're mine forever." he replied seriously, making your cheeks flush furiously and your heart speed up.

"Good." you whispered, placing a tender, short kiss on his lips.

"Good." he replied, cupping your cheeks and kissing you "properly" stealing your breath away. You enjoyed a moment to yourselves, touching each other tenderly, grounding in the familiar feeling of another's lips.

You two needed it after weeks of jealousy and uncertainty on both sides. Reminders that nothing and no one can take each other away. You belonged to him as much as he belonged to you. Soul and body.

You still were kissing as Klaus slid his hand down your neck, breasts, and belly and started to lift your shirt, making you shiver every time your bare skin made brief contact with his fingertips.

Suddenly, Hope's cry came from downstairs, effectively breaking the moment between the two of you. Klaus groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

"Your daughter is calling us."

"And since when is she just my daughter?"

"Since she's been demanding our attention purely because of her current mood. You spoiled her, Nik, and she's not even 4."

"I know another woman I've spoiled, and she's not complaining about it at all. Maybe that's not a bad thing."

"Just bring her here. I need her too." you backed out, knowing full well you couldn't win this fight. Thousands of dresses, jewelry, and your portraits painted by Klaus spoke clearly against you. Hope may have been spoiled by her dad, but over the past thousand years (and probably many more to come), your husband has made sure you get everything you want. Even a fucking star in the sky.

"As you wish, love." he murmured, kissing your forehead before going to fetch your daughter.

She knows, she knows that I never let her down before She know, she knows that I'm never gonna let take another take her love from me

Klaus couldn't let his guard down. You just had to attract everyone with your beauty. Even the Salvatore brothers. He wasn't worried about Damon. He was too smitten with Elena to even think about making a move to get your affection. But Stefan… the golden, Salvatore hero—who had some dark points in common with him but was definitely a better choice than him. Bloody hell, he would want him too, if he had to choose between himself and him. So he has to work really hard to prove to you that he may be better than Stefan.

It didn't help that the younger vampire was stealing you in front of him and dancing with you most of the time at his mother's ball.

Not also the fact that you were willing to let him lead you after Klaus argued with you about Esther's intentions. You sensed something wrong with her aura, but Klaus believed (or wanted to believe) that his mother meant well. That, like him, she wanted to reunite the family.

You guys argued pretty hard about it. And now you were dancing in the arms of his enemy, honoring him with your beauty, smile and attention.

The worst part of it all was that you didn't send him a single malicious smirk. You didn't tease him like you usually did after your fights. You didn't even notice him as he watched you doggedly, tipping another glass of champagne. His name probably never crossed your mind this evening.

He played with the wedding ring on his finger, watching carefully as Salavtore flirted with you in front of him. He promised himself that this time he wouldn't give in to his jealousy. He won't play by the rules of your game, and he won't play the jealous husband. You will come to him yourself and apologize to him.

At least that was the plan until he saw you take your wedding ring off.

This was too fucking much for him.

He set his glass down on the table and with a quick, slightly unsteady step, walked over to the two of you and twisted Stefan's arm, the exact one he had dared to touch your bare shoulder.

Salvatore groaned, drawing the attention of those around you. But you stood firm as you watched your husband break at least two of his bones. He released Stefan in disgust and grabbed your hand, dragging you through the crowd of onlookers to his studio - the only place where no one would dare disturb you.

"What the hell was that?!" he shouted, slamming the door behind the two of you in anger.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, sweetheart."

"For your own good, don't make me more mad than I already am, love."

"And you, for your own good, remember that I AM NOT the meek wife you can order around! I'm the hybrid, like you, an original. You have no power over me, wolfie, no one has."

"Are you sure, love?" he growled throatily, taking a big step towards her. You backed up until you hit the wall behind you. Klaus walked over to you, your chests rubbing against each other with every breath you took.

He suddenly kissed you aggressively, taking out all his anger and insecurity on you as he bit into your enticing mouth and began sucking the slowly oozing blood. He groaned at the sweet, addictive taste on his tongue.

With one hand, he untangles your complicated hairstyle and wraps your hair around his hand, tilting your head back. While he was busy fucking your neck with kisses, you took advantage of his distraction, digging your nails into his arms, taking revenge for biting your lip. He hissed, annoyed at your bratty attitude, and pressed his lips to yours again. Once he had distracted you, he gave away two of your dresses and slapped you hard on the ass. You moaned into the kiss, rubbing against him, making him even crazier with desire. He had to control himself before you went too far for him to carry out his plan.

"Such a willing… so needy whore for me." you moaned as he brushed against your core, still teasing you, his fangs on your neck as he bit your skin gently. "What a pity I only fuck with my wife." he growled, pushing away from you and heading towards the exit.

"Niklaus!" you gasped in anger as his body heat left you.

"Put your wedding ring back on, and maybe I will help you with your... little problem." he threw over his shoulder, ignoring your shouts of protest and threats.

He didn't even get his hand on the doorknob when you pinned him to the door, kissing him passionately. He grinned, throwing you onto the piano in the corner as he caught a glimpse of the familiar black gold on your finger out of the corner of his eye. Where the fuck should always be. He leaned over you, grabbing your chin hard to make you look into his eyes. Need and lust shone in your irises, making him harder than ever.

"You're mine. I am the only bloody man who'll ever hear your sweet moaning in pleasure like a whore. Nobody can take you away from me. Don't ever dare to think you can have any lover but me."

"Then stop talking and prove it."

"With a fucking pleasure, love." he growled, kissing you hungrily as he tore your dress in half.

Everybody want to steal my girl Everybody want to take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me

Hayley and Jackson's son stayed over at Hope's, and Klaus was more terrified than when he had fought his father. His little girl was playing with some kid. What if he started flirting with her? He had read somewhere that kids that age often find "boyfriends and girlfriends" and call every other person they are friends with that. He wasn't ready to hear from his little daughter that she had a boyfriend.

So ever since Hayley brought him in, he'd been giving the boy a stern look, much to his wife's annoyance. Klaus' reluctance gradually began to turn into indifference when, after hours of time Hope spent with her friend, he did not notice anything suspicious. They'd lasted all day, and there was no indication that the kid would have to be wiped off the face of the earth (or at least taken back to his parents immediately).

But then came breakfast. And Klaus noticed that this kid was staring at you in adoration. And he didn't like it at all.

He was not at all prepared for the insult, the insult directed at him, which the child said after you helped him cut his food.

"You are beautiful and kind as an angel. When I grow up, I will be your husband." Klaus spat out his cup of tea, choking as you tried not to burst out laughing at the 6-year-old's comment and Nik' reaction.

"Honey... but I already have a husband. He'll be very sad if I find another." Hayley called her son, who said goodbye to you and ran to hug Hope before mom took him away. You looked at your stunned husband with amusement. "Well… at least you don't have to worry about him flirting with Hope."

"This kid won't be stepping over the threshold of this house again." he growled, leaving the room to make sure the little one was out for good.

"Niklaus! It is just a child!" you shouted after him, laughing at his jealousy as you ran to make sure he didn't intimidate the poor boy.

Everybody want to steal my girl Everybody want to take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me

It's been quite a few years since Klaus' last fit of jealousy. After the (victory) fight against Inadu, you were finally able to enjoy a moment of normality.

You had lunch at some diner in Mystic Falls; you visited Hope at her school, and somehow it happened that a group of her colleagues accosted her. She introduced you, you chatted with them for a while, and everything was supposed to be a normal dinner with your daughter and her friends, until one of them... crossed the line.

"Now we know from whom Hope inherited such loveliness. You are very beautiful, Mrs. Mikaelson."

You quickly grabbed Klaus' hand across the table, politely thanking the boy. Hope, seeing what was going on, escorted her friends away and left you alone for a moment.

"Niklaus, he's just a teenager."

"Uhm." he muttered absently, staring with daggers at the departing boy.

"He could be our son, for God's sake!"

"Most people on this planet could be our children, but that doesn't stop them from flirting with my wife." you rolled your eyes, smiling with amusement as he growled at the boy staring at you when Hope was explaining something to him. The poor guy looked away in panic and ran away as fast as he could.

You were going to scold your husband for scaring your daughter's friends, but you decided to leave it to Hope. The smart girl knew how to talk to her father better than you. Maybe she'd finally knock those stupid fits of jealousy out of his head, with which you've been struggling for 1,000 years.

"Your pregnant wife, I would like to point out. And we're not going anywhere. Certainly not with a teenager." you said, grabbing his chin and pulling him to you so you could kiss him. Klaus grunted, pleased with the feeling of your lips on his, and automatically placed his hand on your yet-unseen belly, smirking as he felt the pulse of the youngest member of the Mikaelson family growing inside you.

"I'm back!" Hope screamed, stepping behind you with a nervous smile. You raised an eyebrow, while looking at your daughter. Oh, no. You knew that look in her eyes. Klaus had the same gaze as he was about to do... something in Mikaelson's style. "Taking the opportunity... I mean, now that you're reassuring dad. Mom, Dad, I have a boyfriend. His name is Landon, and he's coming to the family dinner on Friday for all of you to meet him. So, bye! I'm going back to school. I love you both!" she said, kissing you both on the cheeks and leaving you both stunned. You burst out laughing at Klaus' shocked, defeated expression.

"Nik? Are you okay?" you asked, still laughing. Your husband's patience really was tested today.

"I told you we should stay in bed today. I knew something bad was about to happen." he growled, giving you a menacing look as you still couldn't stop laughing. You kissed the corner of his lips, a huge smirk still on your face. Klaus rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back his smirk any longer while he was looking at you. The power you hold over him... one your smile was easily changing his mood. Even in situations like this.

"Don't be such dramatic. It's probably better that Hope is dating teens than me, right?"

"Stop it, love." he growled, putting the money on the table. He grabbed your hand and led you out of the bar.

"Stop what?" you asked, pretending to be innocent as you strolled towards your car.

"Teasing me."

"But it's my favorite part of the day… and we all know you enjoy every ounce of my undivided attention." you replied, stopping both of you in front of the car and putting your hands on his shoulders. You stared at him with a mischievous smirk, playing with his hair. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he leaned against your car.

"You know you're ruining my carefully crafted reputation as the greatest evil in the world?"

"I'm not too concerned about this… how about you?"

His only response was a light chuckle before he kissed you with all his love for you. You smiled, cupping his cheeks and pulling him as close to you as possible. You both loved those moments of peace between the two of you. No witches, vampires, or werewolves wanting your death. Just the two of you in each other's arms, too busy with each other to care about anything else.

"Let's go home, love. Before that bunch of Salvatores come down here with white oak stakes." he hummed tenderly, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

He could stare at your beautiful face for hours. Even if it meant dealing with the people who wanted to steal his goddess first. It was worth every effort to hold you in his arms again.

"I don't think we're on the top criminals list anymore. Stefan was recently joking that you had retired. And before you get a seizure in the middle of town, let me say that I didn't talk to him. Hope is friends with Delena's daughter. She might have overheard something."

"The gods must have punished me in some way for my many antics, so they sent me a wife to teach my daughter how to get on my nerves without even trying."

"Oh sweetheart. I love you too." you laughed as you both got into the car to go home.

Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Oh yeah Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Alright Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na She belongs to me

You were sitting in a rocking chair, holding your newborn son in your arms. The baby finally fell asleep peacefully, and you were afraid to make any move after hours of putting him to sleep. It looks like you'll have to sleep in this chair tonight.

"Rescue you, love?" Klaus' soft whisper tore your gaze from Henric Nikolas Mikaelson.

"I'd love to, but I'm afraid he'll wake up the moment he leaves my arms." Klaus slowly walked over to you, kneeling in front of you and gazing tenderly at the baby you held. "I guess you're going to have to come to terms with the fact that you're going to have to share me with someone else." the man rolled his eyes at the comment about his jealousy. He shifted his gaze to you and gently grabbed your hand, being careful not to let any sudden movement wake his son.

"I'll live with it as long as our kids are the only ones taking you from me."

"You are a very gracious, all-powerful hybrid." he chuckled, making a tired but genuine smile appear on your face. "Save yourself while you still can. I don't think I'm going back to bed tonight." you murmured, looking at the little usurper in your arms.

"Nonsense, you are going with me.." he lifted you from your chair with your soft, startled squeal and held you in his arms, careful not to wake your son. He carried you to the bed, making sure you were comfortable. He lay on his side, propping his head up with his hand, and stared at the two of you, spellbound. "You can sleep. I'll keep an eye on you two."

"Remember that your siblings and dad are coming tomorrow. Kol and Davina pick up Hope. And please, for God's sake, don't argue with Kol again about him being Henric's godfather, because we both know you don't want anyone else to take his place."

"Well, we always have Marcel and, God forbid, Finn. Besides, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn't torment him every chance I got?" you rolled your eyes, pressing your son to your chest, and used your free hand to grab your husband's hand.

"I just hope you didn't teach our daughter that."

"I'd be surprised if she didn't pick up on our habits herself." he murmured, kissing your hand and watching you fall into a peaceful sleep while holding your son and his hand. Your rings shone in the moonlight on your joined hands.

Yes... you were definitely belongs only to him.

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specterllaw · 11 months

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F@cking the boss - Harvey x Reader Part 2/2

Summary: after weeks of being sexual with Harvey he catches you trying to get with a guy after he flirts with thousands of females, Harvey immediately reminds y/n who she belongs to.

Warning: S M U T.

It had been three amazing weeks of being with Harvey Specter, the bizarre surprises, the midnight sex, the office sex, everything about it was amazing, but something was bothering you. Harvey never called you his girlfriend, never said it was exclusive, so you went out to the club with Lisa, someone you met on the firm, you ended up getting a little too drunk and had what you thought was an amazing idea at the time. You called Harvey's driver to bring you home, you attempted to bring a guy home with you but the driver refused, so you drunkingly apologized and flopped in the seat.

You woke up on your couch, your head was pounding, you had no idea how you got inside from the driver's car and you still felt tipsy and why was all of the lights off except for one? and why were there legs hanging off the chair in the corner? Sitting up straight you tried to blink the drowsiness and alcohol away as you stared at the person in the corner "Harvey?" You questioned as you noticed his bag and suit jacket laying on the counter. "My driver called." He huffed "How did I get inside?" You asked groaning as he flipped on the living room light "I was the one who picked you up." He stated "You were too drunk to realize and so was Lisa. I'm disappointed in you both. and you trying to take home a gas station clerk? really?" He asked, you felt like every defendant you heard him question on the stand in his trials. "I..You!..In my defense Harvey you've never stated what we were! You always flirt with girls so I thought it was a casual boss and receptionist deal" You huffed crossing your arms "Cut the bullshit Y/n" He said sharply standing up, you looked up at him raising your eyebrows "You have commitment problems, Harvey" You challenged, it was dangerous when you two argued, it either ended up in Jessica being mediator to make you two get along or it ended in rough make-up sex where Harvey refuses to say he's wrong, you both were hard headed and stubborn and both fought to get whatever you wanted.

"Stand up" He ordered, you stood your ground, not giving in "You kneel, Harvey" You ordered back, he glared, narrowing his eyes towards you, you were both glaring before finally Harvey took a large stride forward grabbing your top pulling you to your feet "You wanna be with me? Let's do it. You wanna ride my dick? Go right ahead princess. You wanna make this a real thing? let's do it" He said pulling you closer before resting his hands on your hips. You looked at him nodding before jumping up, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands immediately coming up to rest on your ass. You leaned forward kissing his neck while he walked forward until he hit the closest wall like thing near you both, the large windows of your apartment that were only giving you privacy by the shitty curtains that didn't even reach the bottom of the curtains. As your back hit the wall you let your head fall back, you could feel his hot breath on your neck as he slowly moved one hand to your hair to tug lightly "Do you want this, Princess?" He whispered, you nodded whimpering and mentally crumbling because of the nickname. "Good. Because I've had a feeling I need to show you who's mine" He grunted as he pulled your hair more causing you to look fully up, You gasped as all of a sudden you felt him press himself against you while kissing your neck and squeezing and twisting your nipple. As fast as it started though, it was just as fast stopping, Harvey watched as you basically held onto his shoulders to keep yourself from sinking to your knees in desperation. "See? See how fast I can take this all away?" He grunted before holding your hips pulling you towards your room pushing you onto the bed, slowly pulling off your dress and coat, you smirk at him thinking he's going to continue whining and groaning as you saw him start to put on your sleep shorts and tanktop, only now do you take in his bed head, his nightpants and t-shirt that was lazily thrown on, and the time, three-twenty-six AM. Harvey woke up and came and got you? Then stayed? All when he has a deposition tomorrow morning at nine AM, Maybe he did love you.

You woke up again at Six that morning to Harvey climbing out of bed. "Harv?.." You whispered watching as he tiredly turned around to look at you, resting a hand on your cheek "hmm?" he hummed softly in curiosity "I love you" you whispered "I love you too" He whispered tiredly kissing your forehead before going to take a shower. You took the to plan.

The office was closed, everybody but a couple people left a bit ago and you took your opportunity to hide under Harvey’s desk, waiting for him. It only took a couple of minutes before you saw him take a seat and scoot forward, you slowly started undoing his belt. “Y/n. What’re you doing? You’re not suppose to be here I gave you the day off” he questioned holding a hand over one of yours, stroking his thumb over the top of your hand “came to thank you for taking care of me..for waking up and doing all of that for me..and for loving me” You whispered looking up at him as he scooted back to see you.

“Oh really?” He asked “who says I love you?” He questioned teasingly “shut up, jerk, you said so this morning” you grumbled smacking his hand playfully “I’m kidding, I love you” he smiled leaning down to peck your lips “go ahead my princess, but don’t get caught”

You smirked as he scooted his chair forward again helping you undo his slacks and belt, you smiled leaning in to give a playful bite to his thigh, he grabbed your hair tugging a bit “gentle” he demanded taking his suit jacket and vest off, leaving him in his shirt, tie, and slacks, his dick being pulled out between his boxers and slacks. You took your time, taking in the sight before licking your hand a couple of times, wrapping it around his dick and starting to motion your hand up and down. You changed your pace, from fast to slower, you were listening to Harvey’s breathing, how it’d pick up and relax. “Get to work, slut.” He grunted growing frustrated with your half-ass teasing, you smiled peeking up at him through the small crack between the desk and his torso, he had a rough glare directed towards you. He raised his eyebrows as you gave him a swift nod, allowing him to grab your hair and lower your head to where you were taking his dick in your mouth. You immediately took over swallowing around him as you moved your head up and down, he kept a hold on your hair trying to focus on keeping a straight face as the late night workers passed by.

You could feel yourself getting wet in your thong but you didn’t really care at the moment, you slowly brought your tongue up the shaft and around his tip before Harvey pushed your head down farther making you take his dick down your throat. You whimpered a bit as you swallowed around him hearing the door open and close “hey Harvey, I’ve got those Briefing done for you a day early I’ve also gotta talk to you about a case” Mike said standing in the middle of the office “thank you mike. Leave it on my desk and we can talk tomorrow” Harvey demanded dismissing him “but I really think these need to be handled tonight” he protested “Ross! Go home! Get rest!” Harvey snapped watching the kid rush out towards his office then the elevators.

Harvey tugged your hair pulling you off before scooting back pulling you up to sit on his lap, you could feel his erection between your legs, and just by the look he was giving you, you knew you were about to have to be carried home. “Take em off.” He whispered in your eye watching you push your thong off out from under your skirt, he helped you position yourself over his dick and lap before you slowly lowered yourself feeling his dick enter you and stretch you out to his size and liking. “I had to wake up at one in the fucking morning” he grunted as he thrusted up against your hips, you immediately jerked forward feeling his tip hit your cervix as you dug your nails into his back “come pick up your drunk ass. Had to run off a guy you were trying to let fuck you.” He growled thrusting his hips more often forcing you to bite his shoulder to stay quiet. “Then deal with having to see you in the hottest fucking lingerie I’ve ever seen on your amazing body, and yet the only thing I could think of- god Damnit it” he huffed before lifting you up with ease carrying you to his couch before laying you down pushing his dick back inside of your pussy. You whimpered wrapping your legs around his waist “-was you wearing it for some other guy. Whenever you belong to me. You’re my fucking slut. Only mine” he grunted starting to fuck you a lot harder, wrapping his hand around your throat squeezing lightly. You whined tightening your legs around him as he took his tie off shoving it into your mouth to keep quiet “now be quiet while daddy fucks your brains out and reminds you that you’re mine.” He whispered to you before using his other hand to start rubbing your clit, your back arched immediately as you turned your head to the side, between his finger work and fucking you it was too much. He was too much. He was too good. “Fuck princess. Good girl, you’re such a good slut for me” he huffed in your ear as he sped up his thrusts. You whimpered attempting to close your legs whenever you heard the elevator ding, meaning someone was just a couple feet from Harvey’s office, he smirked, and you could swear you saw a devious glint in his eye. He pressed his hips further into you making your back arch and you gasp. He slowed his pace making you try and push your hips back to feel him fill you up again but he stayed before grabbing your hips pulling you up making you sit on his lap to ride him. “Ride my cock, slut.” He demanded “you want me to know you’re sorry for trying to fuck someone else? Ride me until I say we’re done.” He demanded watching you bite your lip and nod “such a desperate slut” Harvey growled using his thumb to slowly go over your clit as you slowly rolled your hips making both you and Harvey moan. You immediately started to bounce your hips after that, loving the feeling of him holding your hips and directing your moves as you rode his cock. “F-fuck Harvey” you tried to groan through his tie, he ripped it out of your mouth as you pulled his torso closer, never failing the motion of your hips as he started kissing your neck and exposed cleavage. “My desperate Slut. Nobody can fuck you like this and I’m gonna make sure you know.” He grunted in your ear, you whined tightening around him making him halt his movements as he started to cum inside of you making you whine and moan moving your hips, Harvey quick to keep your hips still as he finished “Pleaaaase daddy” you whined as he slowly pulled out crawling down between your legs.

Harvey gave your Clit a solid lick making your hips jolt and your hands get entangled in his hair. You moaned and thrived around as he started to show no mercy against you or your pussy. By the fifth time you came your legs were shaking like crazy and you had tears going down your cheeks from pleasure. You watched as he slowly leaned up wiping his mouth with his thumb before popping it in his mouth sucking any flavor left off of his thumb. You whimpered watching him before he slowly pulled your thong back on your body, he fixed himself back into his slacks before lifting you up ready to help you out to the car “that’s just go one, princess..we’re going again when we get home” he whispered in your ear making you squeeze your legs together in anticipation and whine holding his hair tightly in your hands.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for being too close to my childhood best friend?

(This is so long I'm so sorry, there's just a fair bit of info.)

Me (22F) and Jake (23F) grew up together. Our mothers were friends for years and got pregnant around the same time, and we've basically been side by side our whole lives. We consider each other platonic soulmates and siblings.

Jake has had a girlfriend (Lucy, 23F) for the last seven months. I really like Lucy, she's so funny, so interesting, and she clearly makes Jake happy. There's been one or two awkward moments between us, but its never been anything that lingered or caused problems.

Now I know how people generally act/think about "the girl best friend" so when Jake said he was thinking of asking Lucy out, I made sure to back off a bit. Instead of having a brate (bro date, just hanging out doing something like bowling, Maccas, movie theatre, ect) once a week I said we should have one once a month, I don't call him just to hang on the phone together anymore, I make sure to not message at all on the days I know they have dates planned, ect.

I've really, really done my best to not get in the way, to make sure Lucy knows he really is just my brother, and I've tried to give them both space as someone who is not involved in their relationship.

I thought I was doing really well because its never really come up until this week. It was Jake and I's brate day and we decided to go to the mall so I could shop for clothes and he could get the slushies he likes there. Lucy knew where we'd be, and "happened" to show up, which was fine. Like I said, I like hanging out with her, and I actually thought it was cool I could get another girl's opinion on my outfit.

Jake decided to try on some clothes too while he was there and it turned into something of a mini fashion show of both of us showing off our possible choices. Lucy seemed to alternate between really having fun and going quiet. She refused to try on any herself but grinning and laughing while Jake and I were, and while we were taking turns playfully hyping each other up.

Jake tried on a pair of jeans and I was teasing him and said "damn dude, look at all that ass" trying to make him embarrassed. This was when Lucy muttered something I didn't quite hear, and politely suggested I should leave. Both Jake and I were really confused and taken aback and Lucy kind of shrugged and said things like this were things couples should do, and it was really inappropriate of me to make a sexual comment about her boyfriend while she was right there.

I didn't want to make a scene so I said I'd go, but Jake argued back and said it was clearly just joking around and he's sick of her getting upset at literally anything I do, or he does with me, which was surprising because it was the first I heard that she's had actual complaints.

We all wound up sitting down in the food court to talk and Lucy basically said that she's growing more and more uncomfortable with how close Jake and I are as her and Jake get closer, even though Jake and I's interactions have drastically dropped since they started dating. She thinks its weird we have friendship bracelets (our families went on a double vacation when we were 14 and me and Jake bought those cheap seaside shell bracelets in matching colors, that's literally it) and we hang out alone once a month (even though she's been invited multiple times and always refuses) and she thinks its even weirder than our families are so close and call us siblings.

I won't lie, it killed me inside, but I offered to back off entirely and only be around Jake in group settings, if at all, but Jake cut in and said that wasn't a compromise he was willing to make, and asked Lucy to talk more in private. They left together and trying to be respectful, I haven't reached out at all to either of them while they talk it through.

Jake's mom came over today to hang out with mine, and wound up telling me the last few days Jake has been stressed out, miserable, and isn't sure about staying with Lucy. She said it was a shame because Lucy seemed so nice, but she also said she was proud of him because I was family and Lucy's insecurity wasn't reasonable.

It made me feel sad and like I was hurting Jake by interfering with his relationship again, so I asked some of my online friends from a game I play and the opinion was kind of split. They all agreed I've never spoken about Jake in a way that hinted I liked him, but also that as girls, they'd feel weird anyway about knowing their boyfriend had this close bond with another girl, and they'd be wondering what the future would look like and if our friendship would get in the way of choices like moving, starting a family.

Now I feel completely lost and honestly a little scared of both losing Jake and apparently ruining his life by being so close to him. None of the rest of our IRL friend group has ever brought anything up about it, and I don't know if this is Lucy being jealous or if this is my fault.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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beautifulfuckup99 · 8 months

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How about a huge fight betweere reader and yoongi.

like crying and breaking stuff around the house and it was so bad that their friends had to interfer and seprate the two before more damage was done.

reader gets w panic attack and yoongi had to step in to help her

Def needing smut somewhere but you work ur magic😉

Aw, I love some good Hurt/Comfort S!X. I've got you covered.

Title: Coming Back to You...

Warning(s): Arguing, Throwing things, Hurt/Comfort, Pan!c Attacks, Angst S!X.

Author's Note: Enjoy!

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"ARE YOU THAT FUCKING DENSE?!" You scream as you grab a random dish from the table that was once set for dinner and now was a crime scene in the making.

"I WAS GONNA TELL YOU!" Yoongi screams back, just as frustrated as you, and that only made you angrier.

"We would like to inform our fans that 'SUGA' has initiated the military ENLISMENT process?!" You recite the beginning of the letter, seeing red. "And where was my letter, huh?!" You snap as you throw the dish at the nearest wall. Yoongi frowns at that and your friends, that had come over to comfort you, jump at the sound of ceramic plates breaking. This was like the third thing you throw...

"'Oh, ARMY, don't worry. Suga will be back in no time'." You mock the letter. "And what about ME? Hm? Cause last time I fucking checked, I'm your GIRLFRIEND! And I had to find out about you leaving ONLINE?!" You scream in pure rage.

"Maybe because you're never around! Always fucking working, we barely talk anymore!" Yoongi shouts, voice hoarse from the argument that's going on a whole hour now, with no sight of stopping. Why would it stop? Both of you felt wronged here. Your friends share a fearful look. A two-year relationship was breaking down in front of them. All because of a few months apart.

You had been busy at work, but when you left for a work trip, you didn't expect to come back to news of Yoongi, who'd also been busy on tour, announcing his enlistment in the military. You let it slide in the beginning. Him traveling for tour and interviews. and never being able to pick up a call. Distance made the heart grow founder, right? But you should've known that stepping back from this relationship for work would be like leaving a slab of meat out in the sun. It would rot away...

"That wasn't just me!" You argue as Yoongi glares at you. "How fucking dare you enlist without talking to me first!" You say as you take a step closer.

"How fucking dare I?! Are you my fucking mother!" He snaps back. "You weren't around! You weren't-" Yoongi licks his lips and pushes his sweaty black hair back from his red face when you cut him off.

"Give me a fucking break! Don't you dare blame this shit on me!" You scream. Yoongi opens his mouth, but you keep going. "I am not one of your fucking fans, Yoongi. And you're not just 'Suga'. You are mine! Mine! How dare you make this choice on your own! Fuck you!" You scream in anger, your heart pounding against your chest. Yoongi turns and punches the nearest wall, making your friends move closer to you both. You had originally decorated this house with the intention of welcoming your boyfriend home, but after word broke, your friends were quick to come over for support. Now they were clearly working as a barrier between you two.

"You were never fucking around! You haven't been around! Every time I called or skyped, nothing! How could I tell you anything when you basically fucking ghosted me! I don't need your permission, this is my life!" He shouts and you stare at him, your face hard.

"Your life? You know what? Yeah. It's your life, and I hope you have a good one, you dick. Cause I'm fucking done!" You say. Yoongi pauses at that and looks at you for a moment before shaking his head in disbelif.

"S-She doesn't... Mean that." Your friend tries as Yoongi looks at you in hurt and anger.

"You know what? I'm done too. Have a great fucking life, Y/N." Yoongi says angrily before storming out, slamming the front door behind him. Your friends watch you closely as you breakdown. With him gone, you now had time to go through what was just said.

"Y/N...?" Your friend whispers as you start panicking. This couldn't be the end...

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Yoongi comes back to the house the second one of your friends was able to pull away from your hyperventilating form long enough to call him. You laid on the bed, wrecked with sobs and your chest felt tight and your heart was racing so fast, you thought it was gonna explode.

There's a knock on the bedroom door and your friend sits up, eyeing Yoongi wirly. "You shouldn't-" He cuts her off. "Get out." He says shortly, making her pause but slowly agree. She gets up and leaves you alone.

"Baby." Yoongi whispers as you cry quietly in your pillow. "Y/N." He whispers.

"No!" You wheeze out. He walks over to the bed and grabs you. You try pushing him away, but he's too firm. He pulls you against his chest and you give in, letting him hold you.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I dropped the ball..." He whispers. "I should've told you. I should've never..." He shuts his eyes. "I just wanted to get it out of the way. I'm so sorry..." He whispers as he rubs your back.

"I'm gonna miss you more." You whine softly as you hold his shirt tight.

"I know, baby. I'm so sorry." He sighs. "I... I won't be leaving yet." He tries as you just shut your eyes, trying to calm your panic down.

"I don't wanna break up..." You sniffle and Yoongi makes you look at him. "I'm sorry I said that-" He cuts you off.

"We both said dumb shit. I... I wouldn't have let you go even if you did mean it though. I love you, Y/N. I should've made it work more. But don't think it's cause I don't love or care. I will always love and care about you. About us." He whispers and you take your first deep breath in who knows how long.

"I love you..." You whisper quietly, too weak to speak at a normal volume anymore. Yoongi leans down and kisses you slowly and softly.

You kiss back slowly and it deepens with neither of you knowing fully who did it. "Let me show you... How sorry I am." Yoongi whispers as he strokes your cheek. "Please?" He whispers and you slowly nod, knowing you both needed to feel loved. He carefully lays you back and you sniffle, needing to feel close to him again. It's been months apart.

It's quiet as you both undress each other. It feels tense with different emotions thick in the air. It feels important. Like something you have to do. You have to prove to each other that you still love each other. Yoongi takes his time to kiss along your body, whispering all the little things he's missed the most about you. You lay back, eyes shut as you just enjoy his lips on you.

Slowly, he works his way down your body and to your legs. He holds them over his shoulder and nuzzles into your inner thigh. "I missed you..." You pant quietly, relaxing more into the sheets as you feel him start to kiss along your wet slot, up and down, making you moan softly, hand going to his hair, easing his headache from arguing earlier.

"Yoongi..." You breathe out as he softly starts to lap at your clit, letting you grind your cunt against his mouth. He was always a fan of tasting you, but tonight... Tonight you knew he was trying to prove a point. That he couldn't live without you.

"Mm..." He mumbles as he wraps his lips around your clit. "I'm the luckiest man on earth." He whispers before he goes back to sucking on your clit, making you moan as your back aches on instinct. You tug at his hair.

"W-Why?" You gasp out as he flicks your clit with his tongue. "Because I get to taste you..." He mumbles against your clit before going back to passionately sucking and lapping at your clit. "Mm... You're my goddess..." He mumbles, his mouth getting wet as he devours you, making you a weak moaning mess.

"I'm sorry for being gone..." He pants against your clit, having the statement come out muffled as he focuses on tonguing your clit faster before sloppily sucking on it some more.

"Baby!" You moan out as you grind faster against his face. "Mm... But I..." He pants. "I'm gonna make it up to you..." He breathes out as your back aches, a whine leaving your throat. "Use me. You can use me..." He mutters as his hand moves down to palm at his dick through his boxers, making you moan louder.

"I-I wanna... Cum on your... Cock..." You gasp out urgently, making him nod fast. He kisses up your body hurriedly and catches your lips in a emotional kiss. You kiss back, just needing to feel close to him again. As you two make out, he slowly slides his cock into you.

"It feels amazing... inside you." He mumbles against your lips as you pull back to moan loudly.

"I-I missed this!" You whimper as he makes you look at you before he starts fucking you, not wanting to waste time or hold back. There was this urgency in the air. An unspoken need to feel good after months of feeling terrible. "M-My Yoongi..." You cry out. That felt like the only thing your brain could register right now...

"Baby. My baby. I-I'm so... I'm sorry..." Yoongi moans in your ear as he starts to pound you. There was no holding back now. No thought of your friends downstairs hearing you. No thought about the fight or the mess that awaited you or the hole he'd put in the wall out of anger, because right now the only thing that mattered was you two. Just you two...

"I don't know... What I must've done... In a past life to have you. But I'm so... Grateful." Yoongi pants out as he makes you look at him by gripping your hair hard. Your eyes roll back as you moan out louder.

"You... You can't... Leave me!" You cry out as you throw your head back while Yoongi marks your neck with bite marks. "Oh god! Oh god!" You finally say.

"I'm not leaving. Never. Cum, baby. Do it..." Yoongi whispers against your neck, fucking you like a Fein. He was addicted. And he knew that face you were making. You were close...

"I-I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." You chant as you begin to shake in pleasure and Yoongi doesn't let up.

"I love you. I love you, baby. I love you..." He whispers with this quiet urgency to make you believe those words... Every time he said it, it was like a promise. A promise to be there, a promise to come back to you, a promise to never hurt you like he did tonight.

"Every second... Of every day. Oh, you have no idea... How much I... I..." You make Yoongi look at you as the tears form in his eyes. This wasn't just sex. This was a healing process.

"I know. I know, baby. I-I love you..." You whine softly, willing to go all night, because this feeling... Was addictive...

"I'm so close..." Yoongi pants as he grips your body more, not wanting this to end. It melts your heart...

"Baby! Baby! Cum! Cum, please..." You cry out, making him groan more.

"You want me to cum inside? You want me to breed you, baby?" He shivers as he sits up on his knees, picking you up, hands tight around your hips, and you know they'll be bruises there in the morning, and you don't care. Not when you felt so lightheaded...

"Yes! Cum! Breed me, baby... Please! All for me." You whine as your head rolls back while he forces your hips down on his cock faster.

"Y/N!" He moans out as he cums hard inside on you and you grind hard on him, hands gripping his shoulders as you milk him.

"More! More!" You whine as he lays back, letting you take over now. You two were nowhere near done...

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"You promise it'll just be office?" You whisper as you lay your head on Yoongi's chest, fingertips tracing the scratch marks that littered his pale skin thanks to you. You would feel bad, but... Your skin looked like you were his personal chew toy, so... Call it even.

"I promise. Even if it was an average enlistment, it's not like I'm heading off to war." He snorts and you lightly slap his stomach, making him chuckle.

"I don't care. I'm not a fan, no matter what it consists of." You sigh before looking at him. "Just... You have to come back to me." You whisper and he looks at you lovingly.

"Of course, I will. You're home, Y/N. I'll always come back." He says softly as you shut your eyes in peace.

#bts fic #bts army #bts imagine #bts suga #min yoogni #suga imagine #suga x reader #yoongi #bts

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makeitmingi · 8 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 50]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

As comeback season right around the corner, you saw the boys a lot lesser. You dealt with whatever came at you on your own until it hit you that your worst fears came true.

You've grown dependent on them.

Having to grow up and take care of Haneul independently, you've always told yourself that you would never be dependent on anyone else. Because you lend yourself to heart break. It was too daunting to trust someone so much that you've built walls around yourself and your heart.

But these 8 boys made you lower your defenses. No one has ever been able to worm their way into your life so easily.

You never thought you were capable of loving another person like you love Mingi. You don't regret nor deny your feelings for Mingi but it still scared you. A part of you felt like you didn't deserve him.

RINGGGGG

The phone ringing on your desk made you jump, breaking your internal monologue. You cleared your throat and lower the volume of your music before answering the phone.

"INDIGO!"

"Don't YELL! My ear is right next to your mouth!" Hongjoong exclaimed.

"Now you're yelling, hyung." Jongho stated.

"Umm... Hello? Is everything okay?" You chuckled at how the boys just turned to arguing amongst themselves or more like Hongjoong scolding them, momentarily forgetting that you were on the other side of the line. But you were used to this.

"Yes, Indigo. Everything is fine, don't worry... Guys, can we get back to the reason we called Indigo? She's waiting for us and you're all just bickering like kids." Yunho got everyone's attention.

"This is why I should have just been the one to call her." Mingi voiced.

"Oh shush, Mingi. But Yunho is right. We want to invite you out for dinner tonight! We'll watch the music video release together." San explained.

"Music video release...?" You tilted your head, frowning in slight confusion. That was when you pulled open your calendar and looked at the date today.

"Dear Indigo. Did you forget that tonight is the music video release?" Yeosang chuckled.

"I... No! I remembered!" You grew flustered. With everything happening, you didn't even remember that today was the music video release day. It was so anticipated, the first time the song with made with Ateez would be put out there. You hated that this person threatening you that took away your excitement.

"It's okay, baby. We understand that you're busy with all your projects and deadlines now, it happens to the best of us. Yah! Stop making her feel bad." Mingi comforted.

"Aww, thanks, Mings." You giggled. Trust Mingi to always be on your side and protect you.

"You're just saying that because you're biased! You let her get away with everything." Wooyoung yelled.

"Of course, she's my girlfriend! If I don't protect her, who will? And I'm not the only one. Hongjoong hyung and Seonghwa hyung are Mr Big Brothers." Mingi argued.

"So I guess we'll see you tonight at the dorm?" You heard Seonghwa's voice through the bickering.

"Yes, Hwa. I'll see you all tonight." You replied.

"Baby, are you in the studio now? Is it a good time for me to drop by for a bit?" Mingi asked before you could hang up. You looked at the studio around you. It wasn't a good idea for Mingi or anyone to be in your studio now.

"Sorry, Mings. Today's schedule is quite packed. I've got back to back calls with clients for my projects then a meeting with Maddox after." You apologised.

"Nothing for you to apologise for, baby. I'll catch you around later then. If not, I'll see you tonight." Mingi assured.

"Okay before you guys start having your own little couple's conversation. I'm taking my phone back and cutting the call."

"I can just call her on my own phone..." Mingi said.

"DO THAT THEN!" Hongjoong yelled, ending the call, either on purpose or accidentally. You blinked in shock and picked up the phone to see that indeed, the call got cut.

The music video releasing tonight marked the start of comeback season, it also meant that the promotional showcase would be happening soon. And before you knew it, the boys would be actively promoting their new album across multiple platforms; music shows, radio appearance, variety shows, even overseas performances.

*DING DONG*

"Coming." You went to the door. You answered it by poking your head out first, in case it was one of the Ateez boys. But it was just Eden so you let him in.

"What's up?" You asked.

"Just wanted to come and see how you were doing. By the looks of it, you got things handled?" He said, looking around the studio space.

"Yeah. But I've been so caught up, I didn't even realise that the music video release was tonight. The boys just invited me over for dinner tonight and to watch the video release." You informed.

"That's good. You should enjoy it, Indigo. Forget all this for a bit, you know?" He chuckled.

"Don't worry, I will. It'll be nice to see what an idol's comeback season is like or at least, witness the start of it." You smiled. Eden nodded, patting your head. He was another person you were grateful for, not only helping you through this but also mentoring you.

"I'll see you at the promotional showcase. If you need help with the other stuff, let me know." He said. You nodded and bowed gratefully, walking him out.

'Hi baby, sorry Hongjoong hyung hung up on you just now. It was rude. But don't worry, Seonghwa hyung scolded him. - Mings'

'Hi, Mings. Don't worry about it, I'm used it. Not the hanging up part, the part about how you guys are utter chaos. Joong must have been driven up the wall by all of you. - Baby'

'They should have just let me invite you to dinner. There wouldn't be fighting over the phone then. - Mings'

'That wouldn't be fair. - Baby'

'Fair?! What fairness is there?! I'm the one dating you! We're a couple, a pair, our minds are linked. These things like inviting you for dinner is my DUTY! - Mings'

Even though fans like to tease Mingi over how possessive he is of his best friend, Yunho, you always thought it was adorable when he acted like that. He would have this little pout when he tells you how upset or jealous he is. And of course, he was rather dramatic, as if you've betrayed an entire kingdom.

'Okay okay, Mr Jealous Pants. I swear, you're just as possessive as Wooyoung. - Baby'

'I'm not going to let you shame me for being possessive over my girlfriend. That's a priviledge of being a couple. And don't compare me to Wooyoung. - Mings'

'Alright, I have to go. I'll text you later. I love you. - Baby'

'Work hard, baby! I love you too. Knowing that I'll be thinking of you. ;) - Mings'

You couldn't help but laugh at how cheesy he was. Mingi liked to play things cool but he was an absolute cheesy goofball around you. It was the real, honest side of him that only you saw.

"Indigo? You free to start our session early?" Jongho appeared outside your studio.

"Sure. Let me get my stuff and I'll meet you in the recording studio." You told him. He nodded and walked to the recording studio. Even Jongho and Seonghwa didn't know the current state of the studio, you didn't want to bother them with it.

"Sorry, I was busy with some calls from other project partners and forgot we're even meeting today." You laughed as you entered and sat down at the table, setting up the system.

"No worries. Take your time." He smiled. While you got ready, Jongho warmed up his vocals behind you.

Jongho offered to help you record some guide vocals for some draft tracks that you have and of course you weren't going to say no.

"Are you sure you have time to do this? You know, with the comeback and all." You asked, facing the screen as you pulled up your notes and composing softwares.

"It's all good. This is under my comeback schedule." He chuckled.

"Sure..." You turned around with a raised eyebrow. When you were ready, Jongho went to the recording booth.

"Ah, ah, ah. Can you hear me?" He spoke into the mic as he put on the headphones, adjusting the volume of the audio that was being fed through.

"Loud and clear." You pressed the button and spoke into your own mic. Jongho sang a tester line to get his starting pitch right. When he was ready, he gave the thumbs up and you played the music. You watched him recording, holding his phone up to refer to the lyrics that he wrote for the guide.

"Sorry, let's go again." He stopped singing to apologise, the track still playing behind him.

"No worries. No need to rush through. Take it slow." You told him upon stopping the music to replay it for him again. Jongho's vocals were so strong, you were honoured to be able to work with him.

"I'll record the chorus again, please." He requested, taking a drink of water as he waited for you to play just the chorus for him.

"Counting into the chorus." You said.

"That's a great one. Take a few minutes and let me know which track you want to do next." You told him.

You worked with Jongho for a few hours, it was a very productive session with Jongho's professionalism and keen ears. Even after the recording was done, he sat with you and was able to offer some advice on what to change.

"Thanks again for today." You patted his shoulder as you both stood outside the recording studio.

"No need to. I had fun. So I guess I'll see you tonight?" He tilted his head. You nodded with a smile and waved to him before you both parted ways.

"Oh, Hwa." You were shocked the see the male standing by your studio door.

"Hey. Did you just come from a meeting?" He smiled, pushing himself off the wall to wrap an arm around you.

"Uh, yeah. Just some guide recording with Jongho." You told him. Seonghwa already noticed the way you suddenly grew nervous but made no attempt to open your studio door.

"So... what's up?" You asked him.

"We've been busy preparing for the comeback and haven't been able to see how you've been doing. Or at least physically visit you. So since I have some free time and I was in the building, I wanted to check in and see if everything is okay. Is now not a good time?" He asked, his expression softening.

"Sorry... But rest assured, I'm fine. Just been busy with everything else." You reassured him. Seonghwa guessed your apology was referring to it wasn't a 'good time' now.

"Don't apologise. I'm glad you're doing okay, at least. Make sure you eat your meals and get some sleep." He patted your head.

"I will. I just..." You chewed on your bottom lip.

"No need to explain yourself to me. I understand." He smiled softly, making you let out a soft sigh of relief. No one should see the state of your studio now.

"I'll see you tonight at the dorm then." He said. You nodded and gave him a brief hug.

Once Seonghwa left, you entered your studio, making sure to lock the door behind you. You sat back at your desk, opening your laptop to start working on the guide vocals Jongho just recorded, distracting you from the moving boxes that sat around you.

"There she is." Yunho grinned, seeing you rush out of the lift and into the basement carpark. You waved, knowing they wouldn't be able to see you smile with your mask on.

"Hi, Yuyu." You hugged him. He patted your head and held your bag for you while you climbed into the van.

"Thanks for waiting." You said, removing your mask once the van door was closed.

"We didn't wait long. We just ended too." San assured, moving to the back so you could sit next to Mingi, who had his headphones on. You sat between him and Yunho.

"Hi." Mingi whispered. Since he couldn't kiss you, he slipped an arm around your waist, softly squeezing your hip to show you affection.

"Hey, how was work?" You asked.

"Good. The work out was tiring but we need to build stamina and endurance for the comeback." He replied. You nodded, knowing that all the boys have been working hard in the gym. Throughout the drive, you chatted with Yunho and San about how they have been too since it's been a while.

"Well, your new skincare routine must be working out well because you're glowing, Sannie." You giggled.

"I am? Thank you." San blushed slightly, hands coming up to touch his cheek. Mingi's arm remaind around your waist securely but he was more focused on listening to his music.

"Actually, now that I think about it, we've never seen you dance before, Indigo. Even in informal settings." Yunho pointed out.

"Why would you suddenly bring that up? And I'll have you know, you have never seen me dance because I have two left feet. I suck at dancing." You sighed.

"Really?" San blinked.

"Haneul can tell you all about it. She's always making fun of my dancing." You rolled your eyes.

"Maybe you need a dance lesson. I'll give you a free dance lesson any time you like." Yunho winked. That made Mingi clear his throat really loudly, glaring at his best friend for flirting with his girlfriend right in front of him.

"Thanks but I have no intention of being a dancer. I'll stick to being behind the scenes, producing in my studio, in front of my computer." You chuckled.

When the van pulled up, the manager let you all get out of the van. Mingi wordlessly took your bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"We're home!" San and Yunho announced as you all removed your shoes at the entrance of the dorm.

"Finally. I've been waiting to do this." Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you in so he could kiss you. You giggled into the kiss, hands moving to hold his biceps.

"I've missed you, baby." He stroked his head.

"I've missed you too." You smiled fondly at him, tip toeing to plant another kiss on his cheek.

"I missed you the most!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he came over, scooping you up and spinning you around. You burst out laughing as Mingi yelled at Wooyoung for stealing you. With one hand on either side of your face, he aggressively pressed a kiss to your cheek with a loud smack.

"Jung Wooyoung!" Mingi yelled.

"Joongie!" You went to hug the captain, who was standing by the kitchen. He smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you, patting your lower back lovingly.

"How have you been?" He asked, patting your head.

"Good. You've lost weight." You pouted, feeling how small his waist has gotten since you've last hugged him.

"Hi, Yeosangie." You greeted. Yeosang smiled through his wet bangs, having just stepped out of the shower. He wrapped an arm around you to pull you in for a hug.

"We've missed you being around." He chuckled.

"I miss all of you too." You said as he ruffled your hair. Since you were in a hoodie and sweats, you momentarily went to Mingi's room to change into lighter clothes. You stole onto of Mingi's shirts to wear instead. Just as you pulled the shirt down, someone came in.

"Relax, it's just me." Mingi said when you turned around quickly to see who had come in.

"You should still knock when you know I'm changing." You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him. Mingi's hands came to rest at your hips.

"I really missed you. I'm glad you're here." He pressed his lips to your forehead. When he pulled away, you leaned against him.

"Even though we live in the same building, our schedules still take us away from each other." You chuckled.

"Mhmm, it's gonna get harder as comeback season begins." He said, one hand coming up to rub your back as he held you to his body. You bunched the material of his shirt.

"But we'll be okay." He whispered, kissing the crown of your head.

"You two have 5 minutes to come out or I'm going in, and you wouldn't want me going in there especially since I haven't even greeted my daughter yet." You two heard Seonghwa knocking the door. Seonghwa was lying, acting like you didn't have the exchange with him earlier today outside your studio.

"Alright, we're coming!" You giggled. Mingi grasped your hand as you pulled away and left him to the door. Seonghwa opened his arms to hug you. He patted your head like Hongjoong did.

"Have you been well? Taking care of yourself and eating meals?" He asked. You nodded your head.

"Good." He praised. You and Mingi walked to the living room area to see everyone bringing the multiple plates of food out.

"Wow. That's a lot of food." You said.

"We never have enough food." Jongho scoffed, making you laugh. You momentarily let go of Mingi's hand to help Yeosang bring the eating plates and cutlery out.

Mingi stared at the hand that you just let go of, why did it suddenly feel weird when you hand slipped away from his? A heavy feeling settled in his chest. Mingi didn't understand it. His hand felt so empty and cold that he clenched it.

"Mingi hyung, are you okay?" Jongho asked, noticing the taller just stand there, staring at his hand weirdly. Mingi nodded his head. At Jongho's question, you lifted your head to see Mingi walking away.

"Where's he going?" You came to the maknae. He shrugged and you followed where Mingi left.

"Mings?" You knocked on the bathroom door. The lock clicked and you let yourself in. Mingi leaned against the sink.

"You okay?" You frowned in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine, baby. I just spaced out for a moment and needed to wash my face." He said. You stood between his legs as his arms circled around you.

"Are you not feeling well?" You tried to touch his forehead but he avoided your hands, instead leaning down to press his eyes against your shoulder. It was silent and all you could hear was Mingi's slightly heavy breathing right by your ear. Your hands came up to brush the hair at the back of his neck.

"Are you tired? You can sleep if you want." You spoke softly. He shook his head.

"I'm fine. I just wanted to hold you." He mumbled. You let out a hum, giving him as much time as he needed. When he was ready, you both went out to join the others at the table.

"The countdown!" Wooyoung cheered excitedly as you all looked at the Youtube countdown on the screen.

"Turn the volume up." Hongjoong said to Seonghwa, who had the remote. You held Mingi's hand, squeezing it nervously. Even if you didn't appear in the music video, you felt the nerves in your stomach.

"Don't be nervous." He comforted.

"You're nervous? Don't be! The song is great, ATINY will love it for sure." Seonghwa added after hearing Mingi comfort you.

"Shh, it's starting!" San hushed everyone. This was the first time you were watching the video after all the editing. You were offered a chance to watch it by the video production team after the cut and editing but you had declined.

As the video started, you cast glances at the 8 boys around you, their eyes glued to the screen with anticipation and excitement. You couldn't help but smile sadly, knowing you'll miss this.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Alone

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader(If you squint)

Warnings: Vomit, Rumlow, Kidnapping | 2,994 Words

Alone.

An all too familiar feeling you'd grown accustomed to.

Waking up to empty sheets had become your new norm ever since your girlfriend's started to live life as if you'd simply never had existed. It hurt at first—the silence, but now after three months it's become almost clarifying.

As you stand there in your dress that barely covers the swell of your ass, you can't fight the shiver that runs throughout your body. Tony's parties have always been a cesspool of horny idiots, and you've never been a big fan of the attention. Tonight however, you're in desperate need of a pick me up, a pretty woman to dance with, and maybe, just maybe you'll get lucky.

"What's a beautiful girl such as yourself doing alone at the bar?" You hear a woman from your side mutter, her arm smoothly wrapping around your waist.

"Danvers... What exactly are you doing?" You question the woman, ignoring the way that your body instinctually melts into her embrace.

"I've been noticing a clear divide between you and the women who you call your lovers... Thought it might be my in." She whispers, as her hand grips your hip lightly, then slowly drags over your side.

"Carol, you already had your chance, and you very well blew it."

"I know..." She sighs defeatedly, and you look to her with a slightly sympathetic gaze.

"Well, how about one dance, then you leave with me on a mission Fury just assigned us? Make your girls jealous, and strike some fear into their hearts."

"Bold of you to assume I'm interested in their attention, but I'll never turn down a chance to dance with a pretty woman." You chuckle out, throwing back the mixed drink in your hands, and barely even wincing as the bitter notes cascade across your tongue, and the cooled liquid burns at your throat.

She slowly moves her hand across your body, from your hip all the way up, then down your arm, gently linking your hands., "Shall we?" She questions with a nod to the dance floor, and a stupid grin plastered on her face. You laugh lightly at her goofy antics, pulling her towards the dance floor, as Naughty Girl by Beyoncé blasts through the speakers.

"I'm feelin' kind of n-a-s-t-y I just might take you home with me, baby the minute I feel your energy, your vibe's just taken over me."

You seamlessly spin yourself under her arm, and push your back into her front with enough force to cause a groan to slip passed her lips.

"Start feelin' so crazy babe. Lately, I feel the funk coming over me, I don't know what's gotten into me. The rhythm's got me feelin' so crazy babe. Tonight I'll be your naughty girl"

You feel intense gazes falling upon your body, but you refuse to spare your so called lovers even a glance. Your hips sway, as Carol's hands shamelessly run over the curves of your body., "They're staring..." She whispers into your ear, and you chuckle softly., "Sounds like a them problem.. I wouldn't waste your only moment with me worrying about them Danvers..."

"I'm callin' all my girls, we're gonna turn this party out, I know you want my body. Tonight I'll be your naughty girl I'm, callin' all my girls, I see you look me up and down, and I came to party."

At the sound of your words, Carol spins you around by your hips, and pulls your body close by your ass, squeezing it quite harshly. Your body moans against your will at the touch, having been deprived for as long as you have.

"Baby girl, just let me take you back to my room, and we can continue this. Your moans could be flooding my ears, while your body squirms beneath mine..."

"You're so sexy, tonight I am all yours"

You lean in, as Carol's breath hitches, but much to her dismay you pass by her lips, and instead land beside her ear. Her body shivers as your breaths fan across her skin, then you whisper., "Songs over, Danvers.. Suit up, we've got a mission to attend to, remember?"

Your hand gently removes hers from your ass, you push away from her, and walk by all the curious gazes upon your body and back to your room. You're no cheater, so until you've returned from your mission, and ended everything once and for all, nothing can go further than a dance.

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Natasha's currently holding Wanda tightly in her arms, begrudgingly preventing the death of the cocky blonde who's been left shellshocked on the dance floor.

Seeing you in her arms broke the women, but it's not something they hadn't prepared for. The worrying part for them here was that it wasn't something you were doing to get their attention. You never even looked up at them, there was no facade, no trick up your sleeve, it was a genuine glint in your eyes when Carol was close that told them they were close to losing you completely.

It's been a very long, excruciatingly painful three months spent ignoring you; they'd had to wait for you to be peacefully sleeping before they could even enter your shared room that unfortunate night. Their belongings were slowly moved into another room where you found them sleeping together one night.

Every chance you'd taken to approach them thwarted by some interruption that you weren't able to question. They had to watch your heart breaking, unable to hold you as it was them causing the pain. Their hearts breaking further over the months as your attempts had all but stopped after the first. Now, you'd been the one clearly avoiding them, and they had known their window was closing in.

After one of Tony's many parties the three of you had gone back to your room. While you were in the shower, Natasha had received a sketchy message threatening your life. Essentially claiming that they wanted to see you heartbroken, or they'd put you out of your misery right then and there. Natasha would've even laughed had there not been an image of you showering, with a red light aimed at your exposed chest directly after the words.

They decided a silent treatment was favorable to a breakup, because they could never find it in them to utter the actual words, and they anticipated with Stark's tech that it would be an easy find. Now though, it's all blown up in their face, and you seem ready to move on. The window for finding whom it was that was after you was dwindling, and the one for getting you back seemed damn near nonexistent.

"Detka, we can't let this keep happening, we need to find this twat." Wanda lowly seethes, Natasha, in silent agreement, grips her shoulders to drag her out of the room to get back to work.

—

"Danvers, where exactly are we going? Normally Fury calls us in for a debrief." You murmur, as you start up the predestined jet. "Something about data extraction, and I maybe got to choose my tagalong, so I chose you." She sheepishly states, you playfully roll your eyes, then just lean back into your seat.

"So, can I tell you something I've heard?" She quips, and you groan at the disruption in silence., "What is it?"

"I heard a rumor floating around for why your precious ladies have been ignoring you."

It takes every ounce of control in you to not implode, not wanting to be goaded as you head into this mission., "Well, good thing I don't partake in gossip." You mumble as you get up to move to the back of the jet.

"You're not even the least bit curious?" She asks, while following you., "Jesus, Danvers, just spit it out. It doesn't seem like you're all that interested in what I want here."

"Well, apparently someone threatened them."

You laugh, rather loudly at the insinuation that anyone could threaten Natasha—the deadly assassin, and Wanda—the all powerful witch.

"Funny, you got jokes..."

"Not joking."

"Well, then clearly they wanted to dump me anyways, because there's no 'threatening' Natasha or Wanda."

"No, they definitely didn't, why do you think they never said anything to you? This person threatened you, something about—."

Before Carol could even finish her sentence, the jet is split in two, and the end you're on is plummeting towards the ocean. The last thing you see before your knocked unconscious as your head slams into the wall is Carol's end still flying forward with her in it.

Carol's seatbelts had her securely fastened, beyond normalcy as she couldn't undo them. By the time her hands were able to burn through them she was too late. Your end was definitely hundreds of feet below the water, and you'd most likely already perished.

"Fury, Agent Y/L/N's been compromised, and I'm also unaware of how definite that is..."

The last minute mission had been a ploy orchestrated by Fury to get you to safety. The idea that you were in danger had everyone on edge, and the lack of development in the case wasn't making anything easier, and now you're MIA.

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Natasha and Wanda were working tirelessly to find out more information on whom it was that'd been threatening them for months now. Natasha's email pinged, and it had seemed like a scam at first, but once she'd opened the attachment her body shook with anger.

Wanda sensed her emotions from the kitchen where she'd been collecting a snack, and then she got to the room to see a live video of you. Your mission suit was dripping wet, your body violently shivering, and you were sat in a chair with your legs tied to the feet, and your arms were shackled to a concrete wall.

"Good, you're both finally here..." A gruff voice came booming through the speakers, and the women stiffened at the familiarity., "Yeah, it sure took you two long enough to figure it out... Had to kidnap the pretty little thing just to even make it onto your radar, do you even care about the girl?"

"What the fuck are you doing with her?" Natasha's deadly voice rings through, which rouses you out of your stupor just enough to lift your head and see the setup., "Simple, I wanted her, and I always get what I want Natasha." The redheads hands reflexively wring out, a layer of bile coating her throat as it desperately tries to fly out, her fists tightening as the man's sickening words truly register in her mind.

"Detka, please hold on for us! I promise we'll find you, it'll be okay." Wanda cries out, a faint smile gleams upon your battered face at the sound of the endearing term falling from her lips, your weak heart skipping a beat as you realize Carol was telling the truth all along.

"You can dream all you want witchy, but now that I have her, you will never see her again." He darkly laughs out, straddling your tied up form and sloppily slamming his lips to yours.

Once he's off you it's like an uncontrollable erupting volcano the way you vomit up your stomach lining. The feel of his stubble, and rough lips paired with the taste of rum mixed with tobacco had made your stomach twist. Opening your eyes to see his offended face was gratifying, but the following punch to your face had your head lolling, chin to your chest as your lovers screams had began to fade.

"Rumlow, no amount of running will save you. When we find her, which we'll do, prepare to be ripped apart you pathetic little mongrel." The man laughs maliciously, blowing them an exaggeratedly mocking kiss as he lifts your unconscious head up to show to the camera., "Say goodbye now ladies... She's finally mine."

Wanda cries against Natasha's chest as the feed abruptly cuts out, "No, no... Nat, we have to..," Natasha shushes her, "Moya lyubov', Y/N's a tough one, she'll be perfectly fine, because he's an actual idiot baby. She won't be there long.," There's a reason Rumlow had always been a means of muscle for Shield's mission, because not even five minutes later do they have his location, and are on their way straight to you.

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Rumlow had grown tired of your forced silence, he finally had you in his grasp, and he'd be damned if you were going to spend the whole first night together unconscious. So, he took matters into his own hands, and with a shock to your system your body jolted forward, shoulders absolutely aching as the strain is worsened by your movements.

"Good morning my sweet girl.," The need to vomit resurges as he uses the same words your girlfriends normally do to reference you, and at the way that the deluded man lays claim to you. No matter how much will you have to survive, you still refused to remain absolutely dormant., “I'm not your sweet anything you demented asshole!"

The slap you received is honestly gratifying, knowing that you were riling him up, and giving him the opposite of what he wanted filled your weakened body with immense glee. "You better watch that fucking mouth of yours you stupid bitch!" He seethes with his back to you, missing out on your split lipped smirk., "Aww, but I thought I was your sweet girl, oh how quickly things change when your hostage doesn't blindly fucking love you."

Just as soon as he'd woken you up he was fixing to knock your annoying ass back out, maybe a good nights sleep would get you in working order., "Well, I wanted to be gentle..," The taser in his hands headed straight for your neck suggests otherwise., "Then you had to go and act up, so I think my bad girl her needs to be punished..." Your exaggerated gags pissing him off further as the taser is shoved into the side of your neck, menacingly smiling as he stares down at you., "Any last words honey?"

His brows furrow when all you do is giggle., "Brock, you really need to work on that temper of yours, because while you were throwing your tantrum, you'd missed a whole hell of a lot.," He grits his teeth, "What are you fucking talking about you stupid—?"

"Bye bye bitch boy." You boisterously laugh out, ignoring the pain surging throughout your entire body because the sight of the man who nearly ruined your entire life flying across the room just to now be crumpled in a corner was too hilarious to stifle the laughter.

Wanda was tossing him around like a rag doll while Natasha got a few good licks in midair, it was nice to see that they had been just as miserable without you as you had been without them, and to know that the love still remained settled your heart and previous resentments. It'd also proven to be really hot; honestly, if not for the hypothermia, bruised ribs, and growing list of injuries you couldn't exactly pinpoint in your state you'd definitely jump their bones.

Wanda shook her head as your dirty, graphic thoughts worked to distract her, she suddenly dropped the man, laughing as he cries out in pain, then she was skipping gleefully on her way over to you, Natasha hot on her trail.

Wanda's powers broke the shackles and their hold on you, then her hands caught you before you could fall out of the chair., "Shh, just relax detka, we got you...," She coos over your pained whimpers, hands delicate as they massage your affected muscles, you settle yourself against her chest, and send her up an appreciative smile.

"Hello angel." Natasha lowly greets you with a soft smile while kneeling in front of you, knife in hand used to free your legs, "Hiya Natty.," your voice was a bit gruff, but still as sweet as can be, and your soft smile filled her view. Natasha just couldn't contain her emotions after the months of silence, loudly crying out at the sound of your voice, her forehead falling against your knee as loud sobs wrack through her body, and you look to Wanda for clarity.

"It's okay detka, it's been a long few months, and we've just missed you so much. Nat hasn't been sleeping much, but it's okay, we're all okay now that we've got you back."

"I'm so sorry loves... I should've known something was up, but instead I just got mad. Oh God, I let Carol touch me... I'm so sorry, please—." Wanda shushes you with a thumb., "Detka, you did nothing warranting an apology so please calm down, and let's get you back home where you'll be safe and sound." The witch pecked your cheek, then nodded to the calmed down assassin who in the most gentle way possible picked you up.

Rumlow appeared to be down for the count as your girls were taking you out of his creepy lair, "I'll get her back...," Natasha's grip on your body tightened while Wanda darkly chuckled, your tired eyes staring intensely at the witch., "No, I don't think you will.," you flinch at the sound of his neck snapping, and though it shouldn't have, her killing of the man for you had turned you on like crazy.

"You know detka, just because you can't jump our bones, doesn't mean we can't jump yours." Wanda calls you out, reminding you of your girlfriends powers of perception, Natasha chuckled as you made a fuss in her tight hold., "Oh you poor thing, probably beyond touch starved, needs her mommy and daddy huh?"

Her laughter only grew louder when you whined pitifully, "Natasha, stop teasing our angel, she's had a rough few months..." Natasha smirks down at you, winking before she leans in to whisper., "Yeah, and she'll have an even rougher night."

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enterwittyjokehere · 4 months

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Saw a post saying there wasn't enough Tank Dempsey smut and if providing underrated characters with dirty, floor f**king fancition isn't my purpose, then I do believe that I don't have one. So, here may all the Tank Dempsey simps be able to have something now --

A Real Rodeo

[Primis "Tank" Demspey x afab reader smut]

[Content warnings]

[Afab reader]

[No pronouns used]

[Censored swearing]

[Slight homophobia, more like ignorance]

[Cheating, but not really, bc it's more like friends with benefits]

[Floor f**king smut 18+ only]

The ragtag group of four you had joined, was full of Men and while that didn't happen to cause issues for you mentally it caused problems in ways you couldn't really avoid.

"What's wrong, doll? You've been quiet and while it has been nice... me and the other boys are starting to get a little worried." Dempsey said, kneeling down to your eye level.

Back pushed against a wall, you were sat on the ground, face in your hands, looking up at the marine. You took a deep breath in, "I... I guess, I'm just really starting to miss my girlfriend back home."

"Girl...friend?" Dempsey questioned, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah... my partner? Her." You replied, not getting his initial confusion.

"What are you getting at, you miss one of your friends?"

You could only audibly groan, "No, Tank, kind of like you have 'your wife', well I have Annie, and she's probably worried sick."

Your head tucked itself back in between your thighs, Tank's answer came quicker than you had hoped, "I don't think two chicks can do the same thing me and Dotty do."

His laugh was even more irritating than his ignorance, "never mind, I forget your from the early 1900's."

"Are things that different in the 21st century?"

You could only nod, laughing at his question.

"Well, so you've got a girl waiting for you back home then.... huh.. well I'll be d*mned."

"Yeah and to make matters worse we did leave off on pretty shakey terms..." A small broken exhale was all the proof Tank needed that something was biting at you.

"Yeah, well all of us got someone waiting for us back home and I'm sure as hell, Dotty ain't gonna be pleased as pie to know why I've been gone for so long, but for a moment they'll be happy we're back, you get what I'm saying?" The older marine glanced down at your tear glazed eyes.

You sniffed, before tucking your head back into the small cubby made by your arms, "Yeah, I guess."

"Well, then, stop being all... pouty?"

"I can't really help that, Tank, it's hard." Your voice was muffled.

"And I really understand where you're coming from, hell, you would hate to know what I started debating when you first joined the team." Tank Laughed to himself.

It took you a second before you lifted your head up to glance quizzically at the marine, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I'm surrounded by nothing but annoying men and I'm more used to having most, if not all of my needs met and now-"

"You're pent up, tank?" You teased, scrunching your nose at the older man.

Tank laughed, a small tint flooding his features, "Yes, I suppose. That is one way you could put it."

"Yeah, I'm probably in the same boat, I guess." You said, glancing down at your hands.

You were fairly decent at pleasing yourself, but there's something about the action coming from another person that helped.

"Yeah..? Think of all the fun we'll have when we get back to our families, though, always gets me through it."

"Well, you know if it's ever too much for you to bear, I really don't mind favors amongst friends." You said, now laying your head on your arms, facing Tank.

The blush only now taking the time to settle to red, "Now what do you mean by that?"

"A favor? It's like-"

"Not the f**king favor part, what's your meaning?" He spoke playfully, but kept a serious undertone.

"Well, I wouldn't want you too pent up, it can be distracting.."

"You thinking of-?"

"Only if you want to Tank..." You offered a smile, your eyes lidded as you watched Tank's dart around the room.

"Hang on, I thought you were into chicks!" Tank pointed out.

"I never said I was a top..." You chuckled, Tank looked at you with confusion covering his features, "I don't reckon you know what that means?"

He shook his head, "But... if you don't mind, I might take you up on that offer, as long as it's just among friends-!"

With Tank's finger pointed at you, his eyes were serious, you could only smile and nod grabbing onto his pointer finger, "ofcourse, we've all got beautiful women waiting for us back home, Tank."

"Alright then!" Tank said as he stood up, unbuttoning his trousers, you did the same.

Tank placed a hand on your stomach, forcing you back down on the ground, "Hold on, pup, I gotta get you ready."

He looked over the naked lower half of your body, placing kisses down your plush thigh. He looked over your top half, unbuttoning the shirt you wore, it hung off your shoulders.

"Finish that for me, yeah?" He said, still holding your thigh, before going back to kissing and licking the soft skin.

You did as he said, taking off your shirt followed by your bra, tossing them to the side. You were now completely exposed for the marine, he continued to watch your expression as he moved closer and closer to your heated core.

Tank tossed one thigh over his shoulder, holding the other one down with an iron grip as he kissed your folds and began to carefully lick your insides.

"F**k-!" You called breathlessly as Tank's tongue roughly tunneled its way into you, your fingers interlacing with his neatly done hair.

"You like that, huh doll?" He laughed against you making you writhe, the marine placed a hand on your hips to keep you still, "patience, darling, I'm just getting you ready for the real rodeo."

He continued to devour you, his tongue curling inside of you. Scattered swears falling out of your mouth as the pleasure continued to tease your core.

"Tank, please, my cl*t..." The words you spoke were quick and falling in between the ragged breaths that huffed out.

Dempsey's mouth moved up, a smile pulling at his lips, "what this little bean?" He pushed his mouth to it, placing a kiss to it before he sucked on it.

You tossed your head back, pulling on his hair, "Yes-... Ah-!"

Moving his tongue around the small ball of nerves before moving his face away fully. The motion pulling a small huffed whimper from you as he did, Demspey's blue eyes traced back up to your now red face.

"Alright, doll. You ready for a real rodeo?" Tank said, moving to pepper kisses up your thighs, towards your soft tummy and only stopping when he got to your breasts. His hands moved around them, squeezing the flesh before his thumbs moved to tease the small buds, sending shocks of pleasure through your core.

"G*dd*mn, 'never knew you were such a tease, Tank." You moaned out, breathing heavily.

He only let out a breathy laugh, "I can be, what? You don't like to work for your prize?"

Before you could answer, Tank's hand pushed his length into your sensitive c*nt, you only let out a gasp before grabbing onto him.

Tank gently rocked his hips back and forth, his clothed chest pressed against your bare one. The friction felt amazing, you shut your eyes tightly as he hit the back of your walls with ease.

Tank began to pick up the pace slamming in and out of you, your legs shaking. The marine who laid on top of you only letting out grunts as he held onto your soft love handles for support.

"Slow down, Tank, jeez." You breathed out holding onto Dempsey's arms.

"F**k-! It's been too long, lemme have this, please-.." He sounded desperate, his hips slowly withdrawing his c**k before slamming it back against your walls, you could feel that familiar tightening in your stomach.

The marine continued, rocking his hips and moving your hips to accommodate his needs. Your small hands grabbed and pulled on his arms, any more of this treatment would have you seeing stars.

Tank pulled out, pumping his c**k in his hand, his eyes shut tightly as he focused. He squeezed his hand around his length, before you could really register your idea, you had moved lightly suckling on the bottom of his balls. A hand moved up to tease the squishy mound of flesh, the odd sensation sent Dempsey over the edge as his c*m leaked down his c**k.

His heavy breaths became strained as you moved your mouth to clean him up, your tounge licking up his base and moving to fully envelope him.

Scattered swears coated in the marines husky voice filled your ears, "Don't stop, that feels so good, doll."

Much to Demspey's disdain, you pulled off of him, leaving him still slightly hard and panting.

"On your back, soldier." You teased, locking eyes with the marine.

Begrudgingly he did as you said, laying back, staring up at you with his hand on his c**k. His blue eyes peered up at you, "Just 'cause I'm doing this, don't mean I take orders from you, doll."

"Of Course not, Dempsey." You teased, moving over his body. You sat inches away from his c**k, he watched you eager to know what your next move would be.

With a wink, you guided Dempsey's hands to hold onto your thighs, his rough calloused palms almost felt like sandpaper on your soft flesh. Kneeling over him, he began to pull you closer, his smile wide as he began to speak, "Now who's being a tease?"

"I'm just making sure, you're ready for this rodeo, cowboy." You laughed, your own words making you cringe.

Dempsey had succeeded in pulling you over his now achingly hard d**k, you took a deep breath, easing yourself onto it. Stopping as you came in contact with his hilt, you waited a second, Demspeys objections filed your ears.

"Come on, keep going. Please, doll, please"

"You're so hot when you're all desperate and needy." You said, moving up only to let go and slam back down.

The more you moved on him, the more his whines and pleads were heard. Dempsey bucked his hips, his nails digging into your plush thighs, you stopped bouncing on him and started rocking.

The sudden change had Dempsey tossing his head back, you moved a hand down between your legs. Your skilled fingers drew slow and steady circles around your cl*t, your hips moving back to front, almost bucking around Demspey.

"F**k, sweetheart, you're good at this." The marine breathed out, already so close even after his first or**sm.

"I'll take the compliment." You laughed, concentrating on your own building tension, you could feel the tightening in your stomach once more.

Each time Tank would buck his hips into yours you got closer and closer to your peak, your fingers squeezing and teasing your clit. The other hand, laid on Tank's clothed chest, the rocking motion your hips were making was pushing Tank against your walls.

You finally felt it, the peak of your climax hit you hard, as you moaned out and moved onto tank. Your walls constricting around him, made the marine see stars, he bucked himself into you continuously, hitting his own climax.

His warm seed shot inside you, as you both came down from your pleasure induced highs.

"F**k, Tank, tell me you didn't." You scolded.

"Sh*t, I didn't even think about that- !"

#tank dempsey #tank dempsey x reader smut #tank dempsey x reader #x reader #fanfic #queer author #cod zombies #dempsey call of duty #primis tank Dempsey #primis dempsey #smut

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carolmunson · 2 years

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vacation diaries - entry three

eddie keeps a journal while at the inn with you in northern indiana. a blurb series starting from the first morning after ’before there was a before’. entries: one, two

warning: minors dni, 18+, adult themes, references to smut, references to ejaculation/hand stuff. mulling about issues in relationships. some angst. some fluff.

what a day we had yesterday, considering i had no idea what to do. i haven't been up here since i was a kid, and we only went once or twice cause some girlfriend wayne had liked coming up here in the summer. there's like, three feet of snow everywhere you turn now. can't really take her to the dunes or anything, or the beach. it's freezing. but, in true munson fashion, i figured it out because i had to.

there's this mansion out here that's definitely more fun during halloween but they still had their christmas stuff up and running, so i took her to this little tour of it. can't believe i love someone so much that i can overlook her preferring christmas over halloween. she was so excited. she kept looking over at me and smiling and i felt like i was in grade school. like i'm on some fucking field trip with my crush.

i never forget how cute she is, but there was something about her today. when it got dark she asked if we could maybe go look at some christmas lights since steve didn't couldn't take her this year. that had always been their thing, he'd make them both hot chocolate in little thermoses and take her out in the nice part of town where they do it really big. it's probably the only thing he's better at making than me. i absolutely am mad about it but i never want him to tell me because i love the little wink he gives me whenever i ask how he does it.

i miss that fucking asshole.

anyway.

we went on a little drive and looked at lights but subbed the hot chocolate for drive thru coffee. lucky us because we found a drive-in and she begged me to stop even though she didn't have to. i'd literally drive into a ditch if she asked me. they only had 'it's a wonderful life' playing and it was half way through when we got there but since the place was mostly empty they let us stay. got her some snacks and we got settled in the back with the doors open. i haven't kissed on a girl like that since i was seventeen. almost completely ruined my jeans.

we stopped back at that diner from yesterday for dinner and i swear to ozzy it was better than where we went last night. no one does a cheeseburger like a shitty midwest diner. it hurt but i did give her the pickle it came with. i ate half of her fries to make it even.

she got a chocolate milkshake. sometimes she's so cute that it makes me mad. (i was sort of mad that she didn't share it with me). i think she's afraid to act like a kid around steve. i don't mean the whole daddy thing, but i think she's afraid to indulge in stuff that seems immature because she doesn't want him to look down on her. like she's nervous that if she's not doing what she thinks he wants that he'll be mad, but i think he'd prefer to see her like this. maybe he's just so caught up in throwing out his own childhood that she thinks she has to do it too. i don't think i've ever seen him order something fun off a menu just because. he barely even eats pancakes.

we stayed outside for a while, laying in the back of the van with the doors open just to look at the stars out here. it was cold as fuck but she put her hand in my coat pocket just to hold mine. i think our hands will end up fused together like some cronenberg monstronsity by the time we get back to hawkins (very metal). she knows all the constellations and where all the planets are. i didn't know that about her. can you believe that? she's been around since '89 and i didn't know she knew all this shit about the stars. i feel like i'm meeting her for the first time every day that we're up here.

we made out again last night before we went to bed, did some hand stuff. i've never cum so fast in my fucking life and she said she was sorry. i asked if she ever even knew what she was saying sorry for anymore. and she just said 'i'm always sorry, just in case'. i know she hates being hot in bed, but i couldn't let go of her last night. i don't want her to be sorry anymore. i just want her to be okay.

-ed

#the steddieverse #vacation diaries

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fullstcp · 3 months

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"In Search of the Antidote" by Fletcher Sentence Starters

MAYBE I AM

"Here I fucking go again."

"I'm burning down my whole world again, just because."

"Your words are swirling in my brain, all I hear."

"You say that I'm a crazy bitch."

"I'm sick, I'm permanently numb."

"You say that I'm a narcissist, as if I haven't heard that one."

"You say that I'm ruining my life on purpose just because I can. Maybe I am."

"Maybe I am everything you say I am."

"Maybe it's the truth and I am delusional."

"I'm talking to myself again."

DOING BETTER

"Your girlfriend/boyfriend never thanked me for being such a pyro."

"I know you kept my number in cause you wonder, like, 'Where is she/he now?'."

"You say you wanna check in. You're only checking on how I turned out."

"I'm doing better."

"I don't know if you remember when I told you in September that you wouldn't recognize me."

"I always thought that I'd be happier if I could buy it."

"I've been looking for my center."

"Why does better feel worse?"

"After the glow up, I was learning how to grow up."

"I felt like I was flying, I felt the stars aligning."

"I always that if I ever got this high, I'd like it."

"Smiling on the outside, dying on the inside."

EGO TALKING

"Ninety percent of the time I'd say I'm pretty mature for my age."

"It's only half a lie when I say you'll find someone better someday."

"So, go, do it all, have the time of your life."

"If you're moving on, I'll still lie to myself that you'll never love anybody else."

"You'll never fuck someone hotter, right?"

"Hope my lips haunt you for life."

"Hope you stay brokenhearted."

"But that's just my ego talking."

"I'm happy for you if they look just like a version of me."

"If you fall for someone else, you're just killing time, right?"

"My heart is yours 'til I die."

"You'll never love anybody else, right?"

LEAD ME ON

"I was born to love you."

"You were born wild and free."

"I was made to find you."

"Your heart is constantly running, just never toward me."

"So why don't you just lead me on?"

"Something is better than nothing at all."

"The thought of you is torture."

TWO THINGS CAN BE TRUE

"Did we take it too far? Maybe."

"Do I regret it then? No."

"Do I regret it now that we don't talk? Yeah."

"Did I want more than friends? Maybe."

"Should I have gotten involved? No."

"Now you found someone else to hold you in all the ways I couldn't."

"It hurts, he/she/they make(s) you happier."

"You always wanted happier. I want that for you."

"Two things can be true."

"He/she/they can love you, baby, and, baby, I can too."

"He/she/they can still be the love of your life."

"You can ignore me in every room and still miss me."

"Did I expect this outcome? Maybe."

"Was I delusional in thinking I could be in your life after all this?"

"I still wanna be close to you, baby."

"I still wanna be known to you, baby."

"Everything you said, did you mean it? Cause I do."

ERAS OF US

"How are you doing?"

"Where have you been?"

"I've been practicing this moment for like twenty-something years in my head."

"It's nice to meet you."

"This is gonna be some movie shit we'll never forget."

"Forever we're young."

"Remember it just the way it was."

"I would fly across the country just to kiss you and be back in a day."

"We crashed just as quick as we burned."

"Now someone new gets a turn."

"I don't know you and it hurts."

"I didn't mean it when I said I was numb."

"I'm feeling every feeling, cutting straight to my guts."

"Lately I've been swinging fists and starting a fight."

"I've been trying to kill the memory of you in my mind."

"It's a cross I'm gonna bear until the day that I die."

"I've been practicing this moment, but I never thought I'd see you again."

ATTACHED TO YOU

"Come to think of it, I think I saw the end."

"You didn't get a chance to choose."

"There I go again, making up bad excuses so I don't get attached to you."

"I'd rather walk on glass than give someone the opportunity to hurt me."

"I'd run like hell and sabotage a good thing cause I'm so fucking afraid it could be perfect."

"I know myself."

CRUSH

"First time we cut was the deepest."

"Miss all the lies and the secrets."

"Call it quits, pull the tourniquet."

"You know I put you above me."

"Come on, I dare you to love me."

"It's a circuit. Looping around like a circus."

"I'm not really one that'll play it down."

"You're the only one that I think about."

"Part of me wants forever."

"You're hard-wired in my brain."

"Part of me knows better. Maybe I'll listen someday."

"Part of me knows letting you go will crush me."

PRETENDING

"We're catching up about all the bullshit trending."

"You crack a joke about kissing me, about going there, about loving me. I laugh it off as if that shit wouldn't wreck me."

"As if I'm not what you're waiting for, like I'm not in your ending."

"For now, we'll both keep on pretending."

"I say goodbye as if my heart isn't wrenching."

"You're everything."

"Turn back around, and never leave."

JOYRIDE

"Now you're getting in my head."

"How the fuck do these things go so damn good together?"

"You were in my dreams."

"Now I'm in your bed."

"Now I'm just forgetting all my exes."

"I think she's/he's/they're out of my league and I'm out of my mind."

"Steal the keys to my heart, take it out for a joyride."

"Nowadays, balance can be hard to find."

"You don't have to be the rest of my life."

"Love me forever like a husband, fuck me now like a boyfriend."

ANTIDOTE

"Launch me into your sky, remind me I'm alive."

"Let everybody know."

"Let everybody say what they wanna say."

"Let everybody talk."

"They all got their stories to toss."

"I know you're gonna find me if I lose my mind."

"You're my dopamine state."

"You're my sanity dose."

"You're the medication I wanna take."

"You are my antidote."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric prompts #lyric starters #sentence starters #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)

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littlesubbyflower · 7 months

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Slow Dancing — S.H.

Modern!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary - You slow dance with Steve outside of his BMW

3.5k Words

Warnings: None? Actually— Friends To Lovers, Admission of love? idk man this feels like absolute, tooth rotting fluff.

A/N : Doing this as a modern!Steve because when asking my parents about how things were in the 80’s, they responded with “We were between the ages of 1-10 during that time, our teen years were in the 90’s” so Modern!Steve it is! I would also love to shout out all of the wives in the Coven for helping me 🫶🏻 and @myobmaya for always reading my late night screenshots that I send and always helping me run with my ideas 💖

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“Ah, I don’t know Robin, I just don’t think she sees me that way.” Steve said, stacking the pile of books on the counter after scanning them in.

“Oh my gosh, you’re such a dingus! She totally has the hots for you.” Robin calls a few aisles over, putting away the cart full of books.

“You think?” Steve asks, looking down at his feet, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. Steve had never been so smitten with a girl since Nancy Wheeler. Steve will never forget how she looked him in his eyes and said he was bullshit, him asking her if she loved him, and her repeating that ‘it’s bullshit.’

Steve was heartbroken, everyone in the party knew it. Robin found out how much damage had been done when she and Steve were in the bathroom together while Steve spilled his guts out in a toilet after drinking too much. Eddie could tell there were tensions between Nancy and Steve, but no one spoke about it really. Dustin tried to give Eddie a ‘long story short’ version, but it was way too confusing for Eddie to put together pieces because the curly haired boy was speaking too quickly.

You hadn’t lived in Hawkins long. You moved in the late spring from a small town in Texas. Being the outcast at your new school, you kept mainly to yourself. The students of Hawkins High made fun of you for your accent on your first full day in the cafeteria, which had caused you to cry in the bathroom your whole lunch period. Robin had heard you crying when she had walked past the bathroom and comforted you as best she could, and the two of you had been inseparable since. Eddie Munson had also managed to rope you into his small group after Dustin wouldn’t shut up about how cool you were

Steve thought the shift was dragging on, despite it being a Friday night, one of the busiest nights of the week for the small bookstore. Every time the bell on the front door would chime, Steve would secretly hope it was you and would quickly hide his disappointment when he saw it wasn’t. The bell rang and Dustin sauntered into the store.

“You will never guess who I just saw at the record shop next door!” Dustin runs up to the counter “Your girlfriend!”

“For the last time, she isn’t my girlfriend. We are only best friends, that’s all!” Steve said, running his hand through his hair. “She’s probably getting that new record from Eddie, they’ve got the same music taste. Who still collects records? I told her I've got an extra spot on my music subscription.”

“No one wants your spotify login, Steve. She’s going to come in, and besides, I think it’s cool as shit that she still collects records, makes her so much cooler! ” Dustin said, seeing the tips of Steve’s ears turning a tinge of pink at the mention of you. Dustin had gone straight to the D&D display to grab a new book before returning to the counter.

“It’s fine if she doesn’t come in, you know.” Steve replied, taking a book from the younger boy.

“You damn near break your neck every time that bell chimes because you secretly wish it WAS her walking in here.”

Steve’s face flushed a bright red at the accusation.

“Can it, Henderson.” He replies, scanning the book on the register and placing it to the side. “Are you renting this one, or buying?”

“Knowing how Eddie gets with his campaigns, I’m going to buy this one.” Dusting grimaced, remembering how he had rented a book a few weeks ago and had to pay for another book.

“Wait, are we talking about -” Robin seemingly pops into the conversation out of nowhere.

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Anyways.. Stevie, are you going to ask her to the party at Bugsy's tonight?” Robin teases.

“Yeah Stevie, are you?” Dustin mocks, fluttering his eyelashes and clasping his hands under his chin.

“Oh my god you two are insufferable.” Steve hides his face in his hands. “The actual worst!”

“You never answered my question, so I'm going to take your silence as a yes.” Dustin smirks, handing Steve the money for the book.

Just then, the doorbell chimed and the three turned their heads quickly to see who had come in.

“Whoa, why are you guys looking at me like that?” you laughed awkwardly, walking up to the counter. You dug the two books out of your bag and smiled at Steve. “Anyways, thanks for the book recommendations, Stevie! They were great!”

“Y-yeah, no problem!” Steve rushed out. “Hey uh, so there’s this… party tonight, and I was won—”

“Sure!” you reply. “Pick me up at 7. Bye Rob, bye Dustin!” you wink, blow Steve a kiss and walk out the door.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” Steve said to no one in particular. Robin and Dustin only shook their heads.

“It happened and he doesn’t even believe it, total Steve move.” Dustin throws his hands up in exasperation

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Back at your mother’s childhood home, you pace back and forth, half dressed, ranting to Eddie.

“Oh my god, what if I was too confident? I mean, I didn’t even give him the chance to answer! I mean for fucks sake I blew him a kiss before I walked out the door!” You throw yourself onto the bed rather dramatically and Eddie just looks at you.

“Sunshine, you’re overthinking this. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“What if he doesn’t show up and I'm just sitting on the porch like an idiot?” You ask, sitting up. “Eddie, I’m terrified of that happening again.”

“That’s not going to happen. Steve is different, trust me.” Eddie says, standing.

“Yeah, well, that’s what the cheerleaders said about Andy.” You reply and roll your eyes.

“You wound me, darling, I would NEVER lie to you. I’ve spent some time around him, and he’s not anything like those asshole jocks.”

“I guess I'll just have to take your word for it.”

“Guess you will.” Eddie shoves you. “Please get dressed, people who can see into your first floor window will get so many bad ideas.”

“Sorry, sorry!” standing and grabbing a sweatshirt off of the chair at the desk in the far left corner in the room. “That's it, I'm not going. I'm going to tell Steve that I changed my mind!” You slam yourself down in the chair in a huff after yanking on the sweatshirt.

“No, for the love of heavy metal�� absolutely fucking not.” Eddie says, staring at you. “For my own sanity, you are absolutely going to that fucking party with Steve. I can no longer take the pining. You both like each other but are too chicken shit to do anything about it.” Eddie points his finger at you playfully, but his stare held a serious undertone. “If I have to hear from Robin that Steve cannot stop talking about how great you look in that stupid red bikini or any other clothes for that matter and if I hear you talk about how great Steve looks in anything one more time, I'm going to absolutely lose my shit.”

Your cheeks flush a deep red in embarrassment. You open your mouth to speak, but Eddie continues.

“Listen, I love you, but you and Steve need to get your asses in gear before Robin and I take matters into our own hands.” Eddie stands and walks into your closet, pulling out a baby pink and floral white sundress. “Harrington hasn’t shut up about this since you wore it a month ago.” before tossing the garment onto your bed.

You gawk at the boy, eyes as wide as saucers. “You cannot be serious? This dress?” Your face manages to flush a deeper color. “H-he talks about this dress?”

“Serious as a heart attack.” Eddie says, drawing an ‘x’ over his chest.

You look at the dress, weighing your options. You could put on the dress and go to Bugsy’s party and maybe air out your feelings, or you could stay in your room and probably wish you were at the party. Grabbing the dress off the bed, you look at Eddie.

“Guess I'm going to the party.”

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Eddie had left not long after you had decided you were going to the party. He promised to see you there, he just needed to run by Rick’s to stock up on his supply before stopping by to make some deals.

Applying a last swipe of lipgloss and a final spritz of hair spray into your hair, you take one look in the mirror. You adjusted the sleeves of your dress and your fingers immediately dropped to the bottom hem on the skirt, rubbing the fabric between your fingers. You check the clock in the wall for the time, and your heart rate picks up when you notice it’s 6:57. Steve should be here any minute.

Rushing around your room, you find a small purse and shove your lipgloss, a pack of gum, your phone and wallet into. Picking up your strappy sandals, you rush down the stairs calling out your goodbyes to your parents. Once you reach the front door, you stop and put on your shoes and glance at your hair in the mirror next to the door once more, fixing a strand that has now been misplaced. Ruffling your roots and twisting the strands once more, you smile at your reflection and take in a deep breath. On the exhale, you open the door and take two steps before your cheek collides with someone’s chest.

“I’m sorry!”

“Oh god, my bad!”

Steve steadies you, grabbing your upper arms. “I-I should really watch where i’m going.” He looks you up and down before blushing. “Are you okay?”

“I'm okay, Steve. Maybe I should be the one to watch where I'm going.” You blink up at him before your own blush tinges your cheeks and you immediately cast your eyes to the ground.

Steve’s hands are still holding your arms and his touch feels electrifying. He clears his throat before gently dropping his hands. “Y-you ready to go?”

“Oh, sure!” you say looking back up at him and smiling nervously. Steve holds his hand out to you to lead you to his car. You take his hand, feeling electricity jolting from your hand up your arm. Steve felt it too, the way his breath hitched and he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears as you grabbed his hand and he led you to his car.

“Ever the gentleman.” you giggle out as he opens the car door for you and lets you get settled before closing the door and jogging around to the driver’s side before getting in.

“Um, i-if you want, we could listen to your music? Don’t tell the kids though— they’ll be out for my neck.” Steve laughs. “Dustin especially.” He looks over at you and smiles.

“Oh, you— we don’t have to!” You rush out. “Your music will be just fine!”

‘Stop being so nervous!’ You shout at yourself in your head ‘It’s just Steve!’

“No, I insist, really.” Steve smiles again. “Bluetooth your favorite playlist, I’m sure it’s great, plus i’d love to hear what you listen to on a daily basis.

“How would you know? What if it’s all Taylor Swift? Or Harry Styles?” You laugh, turning in your seat to look at him as he starts the car and begins to drive off.

“Well, I guess that’s a risk I am willing to take with you.” He looks over at you and smiles when approaching the stop sign at the end of your street. “You’d be surprised at how much of her music I know, all thanks to Max and El.”

“Well in the wise words of Dean Winchester, ‘driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole’ therefore, you’re picking the music.”

Steve shook his head in laughter. “Guess we will be listening to nothing.” A moment of silence passes before Steve speaks again

“I think I'm going to go off on a whim here, okay?” He looks over at you. “I don’t want to go to that stupid party.” He admits, taking a left down a street to head towards Lover’s Lake.

You visibly relax, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Okay, great. I thought it was just me.” a somewhat nervous laugh bubbles from your chest. “I really don’t like parties.”

“It’s okay, really. I don’t like them anymore either.” He looks at you and smiles again. “We could uh, go out to the lake, maybe? For talking, not- not anything else.”

“Oh! S-sure!” Jumbled thoughts raced around your head. You knew why most of the town’s youth went to Lover’s Lake, it wasn’t that hard to figure out, but Steve Harrington taking you there to ‘just talk’ seemed highly unlikely… However, you decided to humor his spur of the moment plan change.

“Great!” Steve looked over at you and winked.

The drive to the lake was a quiet one, but not the awkward, suffocating type. The type of quiet that was comforting, that people could sit in for hours and not have any issues. Reaching down and playing with the hem of your dress as the passing houses turned into woods, where the asphalt turned into a dirt road leading off towards the lake. Steve parked in the middle of an open field, right in front of where the sun was setting over the water. He rolled down the windows in the car before turning it off and turning to face you.

“You know, you look beautiful.” Steve said to you, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mention it earlier when I should’ve.” He reaches up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Y-you think?” You stutter and look down into your lap, a blush covering your cheeks.

“Oh it’s not that I think, it’s that I know that you’re beautiful.” Steve carefully lifts your chin with his hand. “I am so serious, sweetheart. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” His brown eyes bore into yours, flakes of amber and dark brown catch your attention as he leans closer to you and smiles.

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in closer, the blush on your cheeks deepens. “You’re way too nice to me, Stevie.” You whisper out. “You gonna stare at me all night?” You giggle out, feeling a bit more confident.

“Only if you’ll let me.” He says, voice dripping with honey and a bit of truth. His free hand slowly makes its way to your knee as it gently rests there. “I know you, the you that lives here in Hawkins, but I want to know what you were like before you moved here.”

“Oh, still the same old me.” You speak slowly, the skin on your knee feeling about ten degrees warmer. “Still always collecting records and whatnot.” Smiling that Steve actually wants to get to know you. “I like reading too and I’m pretty decent at crocheting things!”

A boyish laugh bubbles past Steve’s lips. “You crochet?” His eyes hold a half impressed, half curious look. “What kind of things?”

“Blankets.” You murmur out sheepishly. “Like the lavender and cream colored one on Robin’s bed.”

“YOU made that? That’s the softest blanket I think I’ve ever touched.”

“O-oh, yeah I did. I had to learn how to do something while the military packed up my house and moved us here.”

“Military?” Steve looked shocked. “Who’s in the military?”

“Oh, my dad is! He’s stationed in Indianapolis, but my mom grew up here, so they bought her childhood home, and he comes home on the weekends.”

“That’s… interesting.” Steve says, rubbing absent minded circles on your skin, fiddling with his hair with his free hand before bringing it under his chin and resting it there, genuinely listening to every word you’re saying.

“It’s alright I guess. I was very lucky and only moved around a handful of times. Unfortunately, I missed my junior prom because we moved here.” You admit, your voice holding a saddened tone. “So I can’t wait for my senior one this year.”

“Didn’t get your romantic slow dance, did you sweetheart?”

“No Stevie, I didn’t.” You admit.

Steve stops rubbing circles on your knee, looking at you, cocking his head to the side.

“You serious?”

“As a heart attack, Harrington.”

Shaking his head and muttering to himself, Steve starts fumbling with his phone and car stereo, quickly scrolling through his music.

“Everything okay?” You ask, trying to lean forward a bit to look into Steve’s eyes.

“Hm? No, sweetheart, it’s not.”

Disappointment bubbled in your chest, a white hot feeling that you weren’t entirely used to. “Oh..”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it that way. We are going to get you your romantic slow dance. I just need to find the perfect song.” Steve says, placing his hand back onto your knee, still scrolling through his music. “Where is that playlist?” he mutters to himself.

“Aha!” he said after a moment or two, clicking the screen of his phone, then reaching forward and turning the dial to his radio to increase the volume.

“Steve, what exactly are we doing?” You ask, eyeing him down.

“Getting you that slow dance you missed out on.” He says, before getting out of the car and jogging to your side, opening the door and offering you his hand. “May not be super romantic but, it will be something special.”

You’re rendered speechless for a moment. Why would Steve Harrington offer to slow dance with you in the middle of a field? Surely Robin and Eddie were right, maybe he was different than all of the others.

In the back of Steve’s mind, all he could think about was Robin telling him how you weren’t like the girls their age. You were different and he just had to go out on a whim and see it for himself, and god was she right.

You take Steve’s hand and get out of the car, Steve the door closing behind you. He brings you right to the front of his car, in the glow of his headlights.

“Can I have this dance, sweetheart?” He asks, smiling at you as the opening chords of Etta James’ “My Dearest Darling” begin to fill the air.

All I need is someone like you, My Dearest Darling, please love me too

“Oh Stevie, this is such a classic.” You blush and grab his hand. “Who knew you’d be such a charmer.” You giggle, standing closer to him as you place a hand on his shoulder and he carefully places his free hand on the small of your back.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“More than okay.” You whisper out as he pulls you impossibly close.

Ooh, My Dearest Darling, I offer you my heart.

His brown eyes bore into yours, both of you taking shallow breaths, swaying to the music. The sunset casting the perfect hue onto his face, making his freckles pop against his tanned skin.

“Sweetheart, I need to tell you something.” Steve whispers, slowing the tempo down a bit, but still staying in time with the music.

“Yes?” You ask, never breaking eye contact.

“I-” He stops, taking a deep breath. “Bare with me here.” He laughs nervously. “I am pretty much in love with you.” He takes another deep breath. “I am in love with you, actually. I have been, for months.”

Oh nothing, nothing, nothing in this world could keep us apart.

You stare up at the boy in front of you, heart beating wildly in your chest. You open your mouth to say something before he starts talking again

“You don’t have to say anything back. I-I just wanted to get my feel—”

You cut him off by bringing your fingers up to the nape of his neck, gently pulling him closer and bringing him down for a bruising kiss. His hands immediately grab at your waist and you grab onto his shirt with your free hand.

It was everything you hoped it would be. Steve’s soft lips captured yours, moving in time with your own, deepening the kiss. He wanted to frame this moment in a glass box forever, he wanted to keep every moment, every emotion, every feeling he had in his pocket to replay over and over again.

You pull back after a moment, Steve looked at you with wide eyes, before smiling at you. A wide, toothy grin

“I'm in love with you too, Steve.” You smile. “I think even before I admitted to myself, I think I knew.”

Steve pulls you back in for another kiss, bringing his hand up to cup your jaw. Seemingly out of nowhere, water droplets began falling from the sky, causing you to giggle into the kiss.

“Hope kissing in the rain is on your bucket list, Harrington.” You say after pulling away.

“Only if I can kiss you, sweetheart.”

“Always.”

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Ahh! Thank you so much for reading! As always, reblogs and likes are always appreciated! First published Steve piece! 💖

#littlesubbyflower #steve harrington #lsfwrites #stranger things #littlesubbyflower: steve harrington #Modern!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

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thatturtleleon · 11 months

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OMG I am soooooo sorry!! I meant for tfp Airachnid x arcee x fem human reader! My bad 😅😅😅😅 That was totally on me lol

It's still cool if you can't! And if you can't some genreal fluff hc's with tfp arcee and her human s/o will be fine! Thank you and have a good day/night!!!!!

Note: Lol ur good!! I've never explored this ship before so hopefully these are ok! You have a wonderful day/night as well <3

TFP Airachnid x Arcee x Fem! Reader hcs:

*cracks knuckles* alright lets get started

first of all, these two bots are definitely more on the reserved "I work alone" side

Airachnid spent most of her life going solo, collecting alien species after she left the Decepticons, and Arcee doesn't do well with people, and is constantly dealing with the trauma of losing her past partners

(In this situation we'll pretend Airachnid wasn't involved in any of Arcee's trauma)

however, when you arrive in the picture, they found themselves drawn to you

they began to enjoy your company more and tagged along side you in missions

Airachnid was offered to join team Prime, but she refused, claiming she wanted to remain solo but was still open to helping out only if the team really needed it

that being said, you and Arcee noticed she "just happened" to be free to assist you guys on a mission, especially when it was going to be just you three

very soon the three of you were together almost all of the time, they felt comfortable around you and each other

you felt comfortable around them as well, every time they let you ride around while they were in one of their vehicle modes, you felt perfectly safe

eventually you all confessed to each other on a mission after being badly injured

that incident made them realize how fragile humans were compared to Cybertronians, and how quickly someone special could be taken away from them

it's safe to say they were more than happy to know that you had feelings for them as well

I imagine the others hearing about the news and making a little sign that said "congrats girlfriends!!" or something cute like that <3

dates include laying down together after a long day and looking up at the stars, each of you taking turns pointing out different constellations and telling stories

Airachnid likes to show you and Arcee around her ship, eagerly explaining all of the different species she's collected over the years

if you have a hobby you really enjoy, they'd nod and listen carefully as you talk about it

although, you could be talking about something as boring as a potato and they'd still be 100% willing to listen

they love your voice and they love hearing all the wonderful human traditions humans do with their partners too (you explained anniversaries to them and they never ever forget to get you something special that day)

on missions, these two show off for you. they try to act like its nothing but secretly (not so secretly) very much enjoy when you tell them how awesome and badass they were

both Arcee and Airachnid "fight" over who gets to drive/fly you around that day

"I believe it is my turn Arcee"

"Really? Cause it looks to me like y/n's eyes are definitely screaming 'motorcycle' right now"

"Her eyes are not screaming such things"

its cute, you let them bicker and love to tease them

cuddling was a bit of a challenge at first because you were so much smaller than them, and they didn't want to squish you or hurt you in any way

eventually you settled on laying on each of them, taking turns leaning on each of their shoulders

if you're really tired, they'll make sure to grab a pillow so you have something a bit more comfortable to rest your head on <3

they're also incredibly protective, of each other and of you

both of them know you can take care of yourself but they want you to know that they've got your back, as well as you got theirs

#<3 #tfp #tf prime #transformers prime #maccaddams #tfp arcee #tfp airachnid #tfp airachnid x arcee #tfp airachnid x arcee x reader #tfp hcs #transformers #arcee #airachnid

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smileymoth · 4 months

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ok so i gave up figuring out my gender bc i have school and i don't have time for it. However.

its so fucked up to me that i can only ever relate myself to men. like there's so few female characters who i can relate myself to it's always male characters. I don't know if its due to in traditional media being a lack of well written women who aren't 100% traditionally fem, but it feels WEIRD ok!!! the only one i can kind of relate to is Bones from Bones(TV) lol. but thats also bc she's autistic and I'd rather date her instead. And in non traditional media like idk say mcrp, I love all the girls but I don't see myselt in them, it's always some freak whiteboy instead (cough etho cough)

I've felt so guilty for only ever relating to male characters (hence why all my ocs who i relate the most to are men/not women) All the women I see in media/social media, its not a "omg shes like me" moment, its more of a "I want her so bad it makes me look stupid" situation. Which makes sense since I'm a lesbian but uh. Wjere aum I

But like. I'm not a guy? I don't per say want to look like a man. Like my overall gender envy visuals come from, like, embarrassingly, fcking slimecicle, the thomas(? the blond one) guy from Maneskin, fuckin add jozels to the list and most worst of all w**bur s**t bc????. (He does make me me unbelivably angry when i look at him for too long? weird lesbian things ig). But most of them already look like lesbians. WHAT AM I. Weird girlboy freak who looks like the most average woman. But the idea that I look like a woman makes me feel ill . Kind of. If i get my medically humongous tits (still shocked the doctor told me theyre big enough to cause medical issues LOL) reducted it'll be easier to not feel like that much of a womanly woman tho lol .like i dont feel like a woman but i also dont feel like anything else .i dont confirm to the capitalist ideal and the societal idea of a woman, but if gender is a construct then i am a woman? But then me not feeling like a woman has nothing to do with my actual gender and more with societal expectations that i dont want to fill? I feel more like a girl than a woman even though i am an adult woman . Maybe its because i feel like people wont take me seriously bc im a kind of stupid overweight ''woman" . i am also a lesbian and that complicates things even more since have dykes ever been normal abt gender

I got so derailed oh my god . I still dont know why i dont find myself relating to other women. I love spending time with women, theyre wonderful and all, but i just. I dont feel like i fit in with them? I feel like i fit in better with a group of men??? But I also feel more in line with women/femmes???but i dont relate to them????

Like i feel guilty for this but i

??? What the fucj

my ideal gender is loser girlboyfriend who loves her girlfriend and also gets tossed around by her to a acceptable degree. Like i see couples and i just Yearn to be the boyfriend of a girl. I DONT KNoW

I still only like she her pronouns tho lol. And im not particularly butch . Im more femme/futch presenting than anything. I want to be an emo boy): my gender is emo dyke boyfriend JAJWSJWK

#moth post

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omnidemidisaster · 2 years

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Bonus fic!

Kuki x Wallt fluff

So I just started getting into KND so for now all KND fics ( if any more ) are bonus fics where its just one offs. Please don't request KND until further notice cause I only watched a couple episodes.

"Flower"

Wally nervously held a small bouquet of daisies. He had asked for Kuki to meet him behind the tree house for something, this was it. He wasn't so forward, and when he tried to be it was always interrupted. Today, he was praying that nothing would get in his way.

"Numbuh 4?"

He turned his head, seeing his friend stand just a few feet away. "O-Oh, hey Kuki" Wally stuttered a little. Kuki stepped closer. "So, what cha want Wally?" She asked, her smile making Wally blush.

"S-So, you know how I keep trying to tell you something?" Wally started. Kuki nodded. He would constantly 'have to tell her something', but would constantly be interrupted. "You gonna tell me what it is finally?" She asked.

"Y-Yea." Wally breathed in deeply. "Ever since we worked together as teammates, I've noticed that I've changed. You made my heart beat and made me feel nauseous, in a good way though. I thought about it and..."

Wally turned around completely and showed the bouquet of dasies to her, raising his arms a little due to the height. "I like you alot, and I want to be more than teammates. Will you be my girlfriend?" Kuki was taken aback, but smiled widely at him. "Of course!" She exclaimed, taking the neatly wrapped daisies out of his hands. She had one hand hold the dasies to her chest and the other hand on his shoulder

"I was really hoping you'd ask that one day" She said. Wally went red, looked into Kuki's purple eyes. "Y-You have?!" Wally asked, a little shocked. Kuki nodded. She put her hand from his shoulder to his chin, lifting it up at her. Kuki leaned in and pressed her lips on Wally's. Wally didn't know how to react, but he wasn't mad at all. He just closed his eyes. Kuki moved her hand from his chin to his cheek, Wally's hand instantly going to her hand.

The warmth of the hands, Kuki's soft and warm lips on his, and even the air was a little more warmer than usual. Kuki pulled away, looking at Wally, blushy and taken aback as ever. "I..." Wally struggled to find the words.

Kuki giggled at him. "You're adorable, Wally!" Wally looked down, smiling a little. "Y-You too." Kuki kissed his forehead.

"So, how about tomorrow after our mission we go to the Rainbow Monkey theme park!" Kuki asked. There's normal Kuki, Wally thought. But thats the Kuki I love...wait love? "I even heard there's gonna be a new ride there!" Kuki said, bouncing on her feet a little.

"Like-Like a date?" Wally asked. "Yea!" Wally smiled a little. "Sure. I'll pick you up at 4?" Kuki nodded frantically. "Its a date!"

As the two walked home, both had their cheeks burning, hearts beating, and especially to Wally, stomach churning.

Kuki smelt the dasies deeply, thinking really hard that Wally went out of his way to get her flowers and smiled.

Wally felt like passing out, but he was so happy he finally got to confess and even now get her to be his girlfriend. Now he has a date at 4 to some cruddy Rainbow monkey park. But if she's happy, hes happy.

#fluff #kids next door #knd #knd 3x4 #3x4 #numbuh 3 x numbuh 4 #wally x kuki #kuki x wally

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bb-babyy · 2 years

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Freaks & Barbies <3

Eddie Munson x bimbo!reader

Warning(s): Mature; swearing; violence; no smut; but I do write about his crotch :)

Summary: Just a freak pinning after a Barbie

Word Count: 6.3K

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Eddie didn't know what to expect when he walked into Mrs. Clark's class besides another boring lecture on equations. But to see you next to her as she lectured you about the dress code was unexpected.

You were standing in front of the classroom with your pink mini skirt, tight white t-shirt, and open-toed high heels. You were what Barbie would envy. He knew he was too damn old to even consider looking at any of the girls with whom he shared classes, but you took him by surprise with your bold appearance.

As he took his assigned seat, which happened to be right next to the teacher's desk, he could pick up on what Mrs. Clark was saying. She was indeed a witch, unlike her son, the kindest teacher who taught at the middle school the next building over.

"I expect you will be dressed more appropriately for this fine establishment the next time I see you. I don't need another distraction in this class, especially not like this. Furthermore, you should have more respect for yourself than to dress as if you were about to hit the town!" she hissed. You blinked down at the short old lady before a perky smile fell on your lips.

"But I do respect myself? If I didn't, I wouldn't have worn this for the first day of school, silly!" Your head tilted in confusion as you left the teacher speechless. She was about to reprimand you for speaking so casually to someone like herself, but the bell had interrupted her little spiel.

She took a deep breath to calm down before addressing the class about the new student, allowing you to introduce yourself.

"Hi everyone! I recently moved here from California, which is kinda weird since the semester has already started; anyways, I am a super- super senior since I got held back the last two years, but that's okay! I know that this will be my year!" Your smile was infectious, causing a ghost of a smile to fall on Eddie's lips and your tiny giggles made his heart palpitate for a second.

"Does anyone have any questions for our delightful new student?" Sarcasm dripped from her lips, but it didn't seem to faze you by the blank stare you gave her in return.

Almost the entire classroom raised their hands which caused Mrs. Clark to roll her eyes in irritation. She only allowed you to pick three students since she still had to take roll call.

Eddie swallowed thickly at the sight of you abusing your bottom lip with your teeth as you began to ponder who to pick. You pointed towards someone near the back and waited for them to speak.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at whoever had asked the question. It was painfully apparent what their intentions were. Your lips pursed in a perfect pout as you thought about the question.

"I've only had one boyfriend, his name is Argyle; he was so funny, and I miss him so much! But I went to an all-girls private school, so I've had a lot of girlfriends. But my best friend, just so happens to be my cousin, is Shelly," you said, smiling throughout your explanation. You then pointed a perfectly manicured nail to the next person with their hand held up.

"Why did you get held back twice? Are you dumb?" A girl sneered. The smile on your face hadn't faltered once at the venomous tone.

"I was actually in the hospital the first year. I should've graduated, but I missed so many days that they refused to let me walk. After I worked so hard copying others' homework!" You laughed at your little joke, which caused Eddie to let out a silent chuckle himself.

"And I would've graduated last year, but an altercation caused me to get expelled, but that's okay! I'm going to graduate this year. I can feel it, '86 baby!" Eddie's eyes widen at someone who looked so sweet, and doll-like could get expelled, but whatever you did, it must've been severe.

"Why do you dress like a slut?" A girl asked, which caused many other girls to giggle cruelly. Eddie felt his hands ball up on his lap as he looked toward the teacher with a slight smirk on her lips. She quickly dropped the smile as she noticed Eddie's heated stare.

"A slut?" You looked down at your outfit and tilted your head to the side as you looked at the girl again.

"This was actually last year's summer fashion, but I just love a cute mini skirt look that I couldn't resist. I could help you expand your closet from…that… if you'd like." Most of the class dropped their jaws at your unintentional diss.

Eddie slapped his hand on the desk and began to howl with laughter. You smiled at Eddie, not really understanding why he was laughing, but you did enjoy the sound.

"That is enough from you, Mr. Munson. If I hear another peep from you, you will have another date in Saturday detention." Mrs. Clark glared as Eddie began to calm down.

"And you! You shouldn't speak to your peers in such a manner. I can already tell that you're going to be a disturbance in this class, so I'll have you sit right up front so I can keep a close eye on you." Mrs. Clark gestured to the empty desk next to Eddie before demanding you take a seat.

Eddie swore that time slowed down by the way you strolled over. He could faintly hear Foreigner's 'I Want to Know What Love is' begin to play as you locked eyes.

His mouth felt dry as you gave him a big toothy smile before sitting down and facing the front of the class. He could smell your addicting perfume the moment your arm brushed against his.

Despite looking like someone who ran with a completely different social group, something about you made Eddie want to get to know you better, even if he had to learn through others.

You enjoyed the first day of school, even with a couple of funny looks you received, but they were all ignored. You decided that it was because you were new and not how short your skirt became when you walked or spoke, which was telling others that you were an absent-minded individual; you were new, and it intimidated the small town participants.

During the third period, you made your first friend, a senior named Nancy Wheeler. She was super friendly and even let you look over her notes since you were far behind.

She was weary of you and how you dressed, but then you started to gush about the necklace Jonathan had given her during their first anniversary, and she was hooked. She found herself sucked into a conversation about her long-distance boyfriend and your past failed relationships during most of the class.

The more she got to know you through hushed whispers and the passing of notes, the more she realized that you were just an aloof, carefree person who was ridiculously nice for no reason other than to be nice.

She felt bad that she thought of you a certain way, but by the end of class, she knew you would be stuck with her, so she offered to eat lunch with you.

You jumped at the idea of eating with your new friend, and as the bell rang, the two of you collected your stuff.

Holding your dainty 'Jem and the Holograms' lunchbox in your hands, you began to follow Nacy through the cafeteria. You stood beside her and babbled about the first thing that popped in your head as she patiently waited her turn to get food. Once she got her lunch, she began to direct you towards a table.

You were just about to pass the Hellfire table when you noticed Eddie, which caused a smile to break out on your face.

"Hi, Eddie," you called out to him, and once you got his attention, you waved excitedly as you passed. You thought he looked cool with his tattoos and his denim-leather jacket combo.

Eddie's eyes widened at you had even called out to him; not only did you address him, but you looked genuinely happy to see him.

He gave a shy little wave in return. He wasn't quite sure why you, of all people, would address the 'Freak of Hawkins' in the first place, but he wasn't complaining.

He ignored all the questions of his friends and freshman as he simply watched you shuffle to catch up with Nancy.

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School seemed to fly by as your third week had just about ended. You made a few friends, but you still stuck around Nancy since she was fun.

Regardless of how naturally kind you were, you quickly gained the nickname 'Hawkins' Barbie.' You were always wearing pink in some kind of way. It didn't faze you when others whispered it behind your back or face. You were inspired by the independent, hard-working woman that Barbie portrayed, and you hoped to be just like that.

You had followed Mrs. Clark's advice, much to Eddie's dismay. You replaced your heels with pink sneakers and tight shirts with sweater vests; however, you still wore skirts even as winter approached.

"And now I am going to pair you all up, and each pair will be expected to present whatever act they wish in Romeo and Juliet in two weeks. Memorized." Almost everyone groaned at Ms. O'Donnell's rules and regulations for the upcoming English project.

Eddie was the loudest to show his disdain which caused her to glare sharply at him. He only slumped in his seat and began to dread for whatever lost soul would be partnered with him.

"And finally, Eddie Munson," Eddie instantly tuned in once he realized that your name had been called right after his. He zeroed in on you to find that you were already looking at him with a look of delight across the room.

He felt his cheeks heat up, not expecting a look like that from anyone, especially not from you. He smiled back but quickly turned away, knowing that the longer he stared, the more his face would turn red.

As soon as the bell rang, he bolted out of the classroom. He knew he should've discussed the upcoming project with you, but he was nervous and needed to relax before making a fool.

He broke through the trees and found himself at the familiar picnic table within the woods and lit up a joint. He inhaled the smoke and forced himself to relax.

"What the hell am I doing? Worried about how I would look to a girl? A preppy, pretty girl nonetheless? What a joke…a freak." He laughed humorlessly as he put out the roach on the wooden table. He checked his watch and noticed that the first break was about to end as he headed back to class. He just needed to get through two more classes, lunch and then gym, before he could finally breathe.

Lunch came faster than he had hoped as he picked through his soggy school lunch since he had forgotten his lunch box for the first time in a very long time.

His mind was flooded with how he wanted to approach you, but he didn't have to think long since you were standing right above him. His lips parted, but he quickly closed them, not knowing what to say.

"Hi, Eddie!" You beamed down at him. He swore the sun hand just walked in, but this time in the form of a person, you.

"Can I sit here?" You pointed to the chair that Gareth usually sat in. Eddie shook his head and then realized his action once your smile tilted down at the seams of your lips. The action snapped him out of his stupor, and he quickly stood up and pulled out the chair, offering it to you in a theatrical way– his way.

You laughed in glee and curtsied him before taking a seat. He would've happily been struck by Zeus and died that moment and thanked the god in person that he had made you laugh. He sat down and inched closer to you as you opened your pink lunchbox.

"You left before I got to discuss the project with you, and then I couldn't find you during our first break. But I'm glad I've found you now," you explained. You pulled out a baggie of carrots before munching on one.

"Yeah, I just had to go finish something. Sorry about that, princess." The term of endearment slipped out without Eddie meaning to. He bit his lip in anticipation, no doubt waiting for you to scream at him and cause a scene about Eddie being a freak.

"Oh, well, that's okay. At least I found you in the end, Stud Muffin." You instantly made a funny face once the words fell out.

"'M sorry, that wasn't a very good pet name. I'll come up with something better later." Eddie felt his ears burn at the promise to continue talking to him and even giving him a loving nickname.

At that moment, the rest of Hellfire couldn't have shown up at a worse time. "Woah, who's your lady friend, Eddie?" Dustin asked. Eddie's eyebrow twitched in irritation; that specific freshman would honestly be the death of him. You happily introduced yourself to them as they all sat down and returned the gesture.

"Aren't you friends with my sister? Nancy Wheeler?" Mike asked. Your eyes widened, and you began to nod your head.

"She's nice and smart and cool," you said. Mike made a face at the fact that you thought his sister was cool. She was just an easily irritated older sister in his eyes.

"Don't you usually sit with her?" Lucas asked. You pouted and nodded. "Yeah, but she had a club meeting, but it works for me because I needed to talk to Eddie."

Eddie's face was in the palm of his hand while his lunch had been long forgotten. Eddie was happy that he could openly stare at you without repercussions now that you sat right next to him.

"Oh! Before I forget, again, what's Hellfire?" It took you a second to realize that you were the odd one out as they were all adorned with the same shirt possessing a demon head.

"It's just the greatest club in existence!" Dustin exclaimed, leaning forward. The rest of the members nodded in agreement.

"Really?" You sat closer to the edge of your seat and leaned forward to hear more clearly over the chatty lunchroom.

"Yes!" Everyone began to pitch in about why the club was so particular. "And Eddie just happens to be the founding leader of this amazing club in the first place," Dustin bragged. Dustin could be everything under the sun, but a hype man was something that he was genuinely good at being.

Your eyes sparkled once you turned your attention back on Eddie, causing a large lump to form in his throat. "Wow, Eddie, you're amazing!" you gushed. Eddie felt flustered as this had finally stopped the list of being the most unusual lunch he had ever had in the last six years of his high school career.

"I haven't been in a campaign in months! Back at my old school, a group of girls and I would sneak off and play it in one of our dorms; it was always super fun. We mostly played because of how superstitious the headmistress was; if she had ever found out, she would have probably dropped dead."

"Wait, you play D&D?!" Eddie was shocked, flabbergasted, and absolutely over the moon that his dream girl just happened to be of flesh and blood. You ducked your head in your chest and nodded shyly.

"No need to be shy, princess. We're some of the least judgemental assholes in this dump." Eddie took your hand to get your attention.

You looked up under your lashes as he instantly felt a familiar and unwelcomed sensation straight to his crotch. He quickly took back his hand and began to fiddle with his rings. You began to tell them your positions, allowing Eddie to calm down his little friend.

You noticed that Eddie's tray looked just as full as it had looked once you had sat down, and it caused the smile on your face to drop. Just as Eddie began to ask if you were alright, you shoved a carrot in his open mouth. He was amazed he didn't choke from the action and the feeling of your soft fingertip brushing against his lower lip.

Everyone quickly became quiet as they watched the two of you interact. "You should eat more," you said before you began to separate your lunch in half. You placed the rest of your carrots on the open space on his tray. You also gave him half your turkey sandwich and one of two mini chocolate chip cookies that were saved for later.

"No, you don't have to do that. You should eat your own lunch–" he began to protest after finishing off the carrot. He didn't get far in his lecture since you popped another carrot in his mouth. The guys started to howl at the dumbfounded look on his face. You began to laugh, and a smile grew on his lips as he chewed the carrot carefully.

"That's what I thought, mister. Less talking, more chewing," you playfully threatened.

"Yes, ma'am."

It didn't take long for lunch to come to an unfortunate end. Everyone groaned and began to pack up. Lucas made you promise to join them for lunch again while Dustin begged you to at least come to one of their campaigns, which you agreed to instantly.

"So, are you busy tonight? We can start our project at either your place or mine?" you asked, staying in stride with Eddie. It had completely slipped his mind why you had decided to sit with them in the first place.

"I have a Hellfire meeting after school. If you'd like, you can come with me, and then we can go back to your place since mine isn't ready for company at the moment," he said, thinking back to the mess his mobile home was in.

"I have a job interview after school, but I'll be sure to watch next time." You quickly wrote down your address on scratch paper and handed it to him. "I'll see you tonight, Eds," you said, leaning up to kiss his cheek before fast walking away as the warning bell rang.

"I'll see you tonight, princess!" Eddie yelled after you once he got over the shock of the feeling of your smooth glossy lips on his skin.

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The more time you spent with Eddie in and out of school, the more he became enamored with you.

After the English project, you kept coming around. And it made him so fucking happy that someone that looked like you were beating away all kinds of stereotypes that he thought you were the most metal person he had ever met. And regardless of your bubbly personality, you were just full of surprises.

There seemed to be more and more things about you that left him obsessed and that you weren't just "Hawkins High Honorary Bimbo," as some would say. Even though you were so ridiculously hot, you were kind and caring to everyone despite how they treated you.

He hated how everyone treated you. They either took advantage of you, or they would talk shit not only behind your back but to your face as well. Even the people who were supposed to be your friends became backstabbers.

"Eddie! Guess what?" Your voice had carried throughout the cafeteria. He quickly stood up, realizing you were charging at him at full speed. He opened his arms and waited for you to crash into them.

You were a very affectionate person, Eddie had come to learn. You were always hanging onto him in some type of way. You held his hand and gave him unexpected hugs and small pecks on the cheeks and head. But the one thing he didn't think he could get used to yet was when you'd sit on his lap.

Throwing your arms around his neck, the both of you crashed into his awaiting seat. Your legs were thrown on each side of his chair as you straddle him.

"What's the good news, sweetheart?" Eddie had also gotten into the habit of calling you different pet names, which you happily returned, even the ones that made him blush.

His giant warm palms began to brush up and down your back as you gazed at him with excitement. Eddie could feel himself flush from not only the unfiltered affection but from the gazes that were thrown your way.

"I am now a Hawkin's high cheerleader!" You gushed and began to ramble about talking to the coach, but Eddie had already stopped listening.

He felt dread at the thought of losing you to the IT crowd. He should've seen it coming. He did see it coming. Someone as beautiful and perfect as yourself didn't belong with people like him. You were the pretty girl who didn't have a hard time making friends, getting people to laugh, or even having people fall in love with her.

"Are we interrupting something?" A voice had teased. Looking over your shoulder, Eddie saw the Cheshire smiles that his friends were giving him. Somehow Eddie had forgotten that you were pretty much on top of him in the middle of the cafeteria in front of everyone. He could feel his face start to flush once again at the realization and at the fact that his hands were pressing your body closer.

You broke free from Eddie's hold and stood up to face the others. Eddie didn't have time to be upset by your sudden departure since you quickly sat in his lap once you had faced everyone. You had even forced his arms to wrap around you as you played with his hands.

Eddie buried his face in your shoulder, suddenly feeling shy from the looks he was receiving. "Guess what, guys!? You are looking at an official cheerleader now!" You clapped for yourself as you gently bounced on his lap.

Eddie's grip tightened around your waist to get you to stop moving. He could feel his dick starting to wake up from its slumber, and he did not want to do the walk of shame to the nearest bathroom.

"Wow, who would've thought," Mike said sarcastically. Eddie's head shot up, and he glared at the boy. "Right?! Like I have two left feet thanks to my mom, but he said that I had just the right amount of spunk that the team needed," you said, completely missing the fact that Mike was being an ass.

Mike raised his hands in surrender at the look he had received and began to eat his lunch. "We're all happy for you, truly," Jeff said, patting you on the arm. Your beaming smile had made the rest of them feel better even though they knew they would start seeing less and less of you.

"Just promise you'll remember us, even if you get too popular to be seen with a bunch of freaks." Eddie didn't know why he said that; he knew the promise wouldn't be kept and that you would make better friends than with a bunch of outcasts like the Hellfire.

Slamming your hands on the table, you forced yourself out of Eddie's arms and stared down at him. His mouth dropped open in shock, not expecting to see a fire in your eyes.

"You are not a freak! None of you are! A bunch of nerds, but nothing about any of you are freaks. The real freaks are those who choose to wear cheap foam flip-flops with form-fitting jeans! Like, can you imagine, that's so frightening!" You stomped your foot to get your point across.

Eddie couldn't help but smile up at you as your face was angry at the thought of some questionable fashion choices.

"Alright, no jeans with flip-flops," Dustin said as everyone was too busy laughing at your analogy.

"You better not!" You crossed your arms in satisfaction. Your eyes drifted over as you saw Nancy begin to walk by. "Hey, Nancy! I'll be right back, guys." You promised as you ducked down to place a glossy kiss on Eddie's head before running up to your friend. His eyes softened as he watched you walk away.

"I hope she doesn't change," Garrett said as he turned to face his tray again. Eddie could only nod as he continued to watch you from afar. He hoped and prayed to any spiritual being that was listening that you would stay the same beautiful, even if you decided that you were too cool for them.

Eddie began to actively try to ignore you. You may have been as dense as a bag of rocks as your father had said lovingly, but you could pick up on the fact that his pet names were being replaced by your real name. You would call out to him in the halls, and he would just keep walking.

Even in class, he wouldn't look at you no matter how many notes you had passed his way. And at lunch, it was somehow worse; he would keep his bag on his lap to prevent you from sitting on him and wouldn't talk to you directly as much. It hurt, and you didn't understand why he didn't want you around anymore.

"Like I don't understand, Nancy! I thought everything was going fine. Sure he hasn't taken me out on dates or given me flowers, but that's okay! It wouldn't be the first time I was someone's dirty little secret. But we haven't even had sex yet, but maybe he doesn't want to have sex with me, but that doesn't explain why he hasn't kissed me!" You were sitting on your bed in your pj's as you ranted about boy problems to Nancy.

Nancy stopped painting your toes to look up at you. "You're dating Eddie Munson?" You sat up and cocked your head to the side.

"You're my best friend; I thought you knew we were dating?" You quickly fixed your jelly mask as it began to drip down your face from how your head was tilted. Nancy paused and smiled to herself. It was the first time since someone had called her that other than Barb.

"You're my best friend too, but when did you guys start dating?" She asked. Nancy knew you; she also knew that you had, on several occasions, jumped the gun to claim something as yours.

"We went out to eat after one of Eddie's Hellfire meetings. We ordered a strawberry milkshake which we ended up sharing since the waitress dropped the other one, but we didn't want to wait for her to make another one which was fine. And sure, I chugged the hell out of it, but it was soooo good. But then he dropped me off and drove off! He didn't even kiss me goodbye, and I will admit I did cry a bit, but that's okay. It's not the first time I've cried over a boy," you said, smiling throughout your story.

Nancy loved you, she thought you were just a peach, but you were far from having any self-awareness. You had reminded her of Steve a little bit with how aloof the two of you were, but you were, strangely enough, worse.

"Does Eddie know that you're dating? Has he or even you addressed the fact that it was a date? I think he may be a little insecure that you're a cheerleader now," she said. Nancy had accidentally overheard Mike talking to Dustin and Lucas about how Eddie was feeling and figured out it had a part to play with him ignoring you.

"I mean, he should know that we're dating. He calls me angel, sweetheart, and cutie all the time! But my favorite is when he calls me princess," you said, reaching over to grab one of your stuffed animals before sighing into its faux fur.

Nancy sighed, knowing she would have to spell it out for you.

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Monday couldn't have arrived sooner. You were dressed for war. A tight pink and white Metallica shirt (which Shelly had bought and shipped to you from New York) tucked into the waistband of a white skirt, pink and white striped thigh-high socks with your usual pink tennis shoes. Your face was beaten to the max, pink glossy stained lips and eyeliner so sharp it could cut glass. You meant business.

You kept your head high as you went from class to class. It was one of the off days, you shared only one class with Eddie, but that was after lunch. You did your best to avoid Eddie, knowing that you would ruin the surprise if you saw him.

You made sure to be one of the first few students out the door once the lunch bell had rung, unintentionally ignoring a voice calling out to you. Running to your locker, you pulled out a bouquet with a mix tape stashed in the back and replaced it with your school bag. Just as you turned around to make your way to the cafeteria, you were boxed in by a pair of arms.

Looking up at the culprit, your lips formed a frown as one of the baseball jocks looked down at you. Teddy Tanner was in your personal bubble, and you were not a fan. "Didn't you hear me call out to you, doll?" he asked, reaching a hand out to caress your cheek.

You felt your stomach turn at the feeling, not liking how his hands were soft and lacked calluses on his fingertips like Eddie's. "I'm sorry, but I didn't hear you. Please excuse me, but I have to get to lunch now," you said, trying to duck under his arms. He brought his hands from beside your head and placed them on your shoulder, trapping you in place.

"What's the hurry, babe? I just wanted to talk to you," he said, eyes drifting down, obviously peeking down your shirt. You may be a bit of a ditz, but you could always tell when someone was looking at your boobs, it was like your superpower.

"I think we should get to know each other better, maybe a movie? Dinner? And even dessert?" He leaned down a bit more. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to back away further.

"I'm good. You're pretty much a baby, and I am a grown woman. I may have been held back a couple of years, but I don't have any desire to touch anyone sexually who has recently turned the legal age of an adult." His stance faltered, not expecting you to turn him down, especially not like that.

You were able to wiggle out from under his hands and begin to make your way towards your desired destination once again.

You were stopped in your tracks as a hand latched on to your wrist that held the mixtape. Looking for the culprit, you found that Teddy again stopped you from going to Eddie.

"H-hey! You may think that I'm a boy, but I am very much a man, and I could show you–"

"No, thank you," you said, interrupting him as you tried to pull your wrist from his grasp. His grip only got tighter once you had taken a step back.

"Please let go of me; I have to find Eddie."

"Eddie? Do you mean Eddie Munson, that freak? You would rather spend time with a loser like him than with me?" Teddy's cheeks became flushed with anger. You hated it when Eddie called himself a freak and even more when people called him a freak.

"Now that you're a cheerleader, you should ditch the freaks and hang around people like your babe." You didn't have time for this; lunch always seemed to pass quickly once you needed to finish something.

"Listen, Teddy. I don't see us ending up together, like ever. And I'm going to ask you one last time to let me go–"

"Or what?" Looking around, no one attempted to do anything but step around the two of you. The few eyes you caught decided to turn away and continue on their way. You could feel Teddy slowly begin to tighten his hold on your wrist.

"Hey! Let her go!" Looking over, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike began to charge over. Teddy's laugh was cut short as he was soon on his ass. He could only blink in response, slowly processing what had happened. He reached up to touch his face; his fingertips were quickly coated in blood leaking from his nose.

The hallway became eerily silent as everyone had finally turned to take the situation in. You had punched Teddy Tanner in the face. The roses in your hand were missing a few of their lovely petals. You slowly unclenched your fist and saw that the stems were broken.

"Oh, no!" You could feel the tears build up in the corner of your eyes at the sight of the once luxurious flowers in a now pitiful state.

"Look what you did! I asked you to let go and leave me alone, and now you ruined Eddie's flowers."

Your chest began to feel hot with rage. You looked down at Teddy and brought your leg back before kicking him as hard as you could in his crotch. "Jerk!" You began to run away as tears traveled down your cheeks.

"Holy shit! We've got to get Eddie," Dustin said, looking at his two friends who were just as confused as he was.

You attempted to clean your face, but the tears wouldn't stop, making your mascara smear even more. The sight of your reflection only caused you to cry harder. You had locked yourself in the nearest bathroom that you could find.

The roses were placed in a nearby sink as you gently tucked the mixtape into your bra. Your perfect plan for the perfect day was ruined, and you just wanted to go home and cuddle with your cat, Puff. There was a knock on your door before a voice spoke out.

"Sweetheart? It's Eddie." Your eyes widened, and you tried to clean your face faster, not wanting him to see you in such a state.

"Can you please let me be an angel? I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I-I look hideous," you hiccupped, not moving away from your spot near the mirror. Your eyes were red and swollen, your cheeks were stained by the mascara, and even your petal pink lip gloss had been smeared across your lips.

"You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, baby. It doesn't matter what you wear or how your makeup looks. I'm always going to be crazy about you," he said, his voice slightly muffled by the door.

Your lip buckled, but your need for a hug outweighed how you looked, so you made your way to the door. Unlocking the lock, you took several steps back to prevent the door from hitting you. Eddie had only cracked the door just enough before slipping in and locking it behind him.

He felt his heart constrict in his chest at the frown on your lovely face. He was right; even with your face in the state it was in, he still thought that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever had the pleasure to see. He cooed gently and opened his arms to you. You sniffled before launching yourself into his arms. He leaned against the wall and rubbed your back gently.

"What's wrong, princess? Why the tears?" he asked. You only shook your head as incoherent babbles escaped your lips. "C'mon, princess. If I don't know what's wrong, I can't fix it." You slowly moved away and towards the sink.

You kept your head down as you handed him the tattered bouquet. "I got these for you. I also made this over the weekend," you said, pulling the mixtape out of your bra to hand it to Eddie. You whimpered as a couple of petals fell to the ground.

Eddie was frozen in shock. The mixtape was labeled "Eddiebear" with a heart next to it. And even though the flowers would be dead by tomorrow, he was still profoundly touched by the gesture.

"These are for me?" He couldn't believe it; a girl, not just any girl, you, had done all of this for him.

"Yeah… Nancy told me that you didn't realize that we were dating, and then it all started to make sense after she explained everything. I wanted to ask you out in front of everyone during lunch so that you wouldn't have to feel insecure about us anymore, but stupid Teddy got in my way." Your voice had wavered during your explanation, but his heart was practically beating harder in his chest the longer you spoke.

On his way over, he had been told by the boys what had happened, but he still wanted to hear it from you. He thought it was hot that you had not only defended him but yourself.

His emotions finally took over as you continued your rambling, and he leaned in and placed his lips on your own. Your eyes widened before you closed them tight; throwing your arms over his shoulder, you attempted to pull him closer, but he pulled away.

"Ah, ah! My flowers," he said, lifting them between you. The smile on his face showed that he was just messing with you as they were already in terrible shape. Laughing, you cupped his face and gave him a quick kiss.

"I promise to get you some more when we go out on our first date," you promised, holding out your pinky. His cheeks flushed, but he still giggled and linked his little finger with your own.

"I'll be holding you to that princess."

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