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Tattoo Artist! Bucky Barnes x Bookshop Owner!Reader

Summary: When Natasha begged you to come with her to get her new tattoo done, you didn't expect that her actual plan would be to set you up with a fine-as-hell tattoo artist.

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: +18❗️smut, p in v sex, oral sex (r receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, strangers to lovers, Bucky is hot as fuck, shy and socially awkward reader, insecurities.

Author's note: sooo, it took me forever to write, but I finally finished it and I'm kind of proud of this one. Bucky with tattoos and a low bun? yup, I'm totally ready to do whatever he desires! I hope y'all will like it too. feel free to leave comments or fic ideas💘

“I’m going to be there almost for a whole day. I love those idiots, but I still need my best friend to cheer me up." Natasha threw her hand over your shoulders, trying to convince you to go with her on a tattoo session. It was not her first time, but now she wanted to get a much bigger one on her thigh, and, for some reason, she really wanted you to go with her, using the fact that it was your day off.

“Nat, you know that I hate going to such places. I’m socially awkward; what am I gonna do there for so long? I don’t even know those people.” You frowned, already feeling a bundle of nerves in your stomach.

You were what others may call boring, but you rarely went to unknown places or hung out with random people. You would rather stay with a book in your apartment and read for a whole day than get into such situations. Not to mention, that tattoo salon was full of men, and it made the whole situation even worse.

“But you’re going to be with me. They are the nice guys, I promise. You will sit with us in the room; we can talk, or you can read another book, while Barnes will do my tattoo. I just don’t want to die of boredom there. Please?” She pulled you even closer, and you knew that she wouldn’t let that go. So you had no other choice but to agree.

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you decided that wearing a light, flowy dress would be a good idea. Because now, following Nat out of her car to that tattoo studio, it felt too short, too open, and just too much. You tried to calm down, thinking to yourself that there was nothing serious; you were just going to wait in the corner, and other people probably wouldn’t even pay attention or talk to you. Natasha, with her boldness and openness, was always the center, and you were totally fine with that.

But you were so wrong.

As soon as you walked inside, four men stopped talking, turning around to face you and Nat, and you honestly thought that you were going to faint.

“Hey, guys. Hope you don’t mind that I brought my friend. So I do not have to listen to your boring asses complain all day." She teased, dragging you by the hand like a mom who tried to encourage her kid to talk. You were round-eyed, and a wave of heat washed over your body when you were face-to-face with a blonde and big guy. But before either of you could say or do something, a person who you didn’t recognise at first stepped in, pulling you into a hug.

“Isn’t it my favorite book girly ever? How are you doin’?” Sam’s enthusiasm and energy were always so refreshing to you, so when he quickly pulled away, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pushing you further into a studio, you tried to stay calm and not freak out.

"I didn't know that you were working here. How’s Sarah?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Yup, for a few years. She is doing great, but AJ and Cass are a pain in the ass. They are growing too quickly, you know." He chuckled. “Now, say hi to those idiots.” He moved his head toward the men who were silently observing your interaction. “Tony, Steve, and Bucky.” Sam named them in order. Tony just nodded to you, Steve smiled with the friendliest smile you had ever seen, and Bucky...

Your head became empty as soon as your eyes landed on him for the first time. He was leaning on the wall at the back of the room, so you didn’t pay much attention to him at first. He was hot. Unbelievebly hot. He was tall and muscular, with a low bun at the back of his head and tattoos covering the visible parts of his arms and neck. And as your gaze moved to his face, you almost choked on a fucking breath.

Piercing blue eyes looked right directly at you, and the slightest smirk curled the corner of his lips. You didn’t know whether you felt too cold, too hot, or if you just wanted to vanish right on the spot. Your face heated, your eyes started running around the room, and your heart was beating a few times faster. It was overwhelming, and you thought that you would have to go out of there, but right on time, Natasha stepped in front of you, dragging all attention to herself.

Bucky had to admit that once in his life, Sam was right. Sam tried to convince Bucky to go to that book shop for a few months, saying that he had to meet with the girl who worked there, but he was way too stubborn.

He would have done it a long time ago if he knew you would look like the most precious, cute, and sweet person. Bucky could not take his gaze away from you as soon as Natasha dragged you inside, absorbing everything—from the way you looked so soft and pretty in that dress to the way you blushed and were nervous about the whole thing.

He saw your reaction—how you became even more flushed after your intense stares at each other. Bucky was never the type of guy who liked to tease you, but Goddammit, he wanted to see how you would react if he stepped closer and talked to you. He also wasn’t creepy towards women, but the only thought that came to his mind was that he wanted to taste you. The desire to shove your back into the wall, lift up the skirt of your dress, and fall to his knees was shocking; he had never felt such an instant pull toward another person.

“Barnes, are we going to start, or you’re planning on standing and staring for a whole day?” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest as if she were annoyed, but you thought that you heard something weird in her voice, as if she held back a smile.

And then she quickly looked back at Sam and nodded with a smirk.

You just followed Nat and Bucky to his own part of the studio. Too lost in your head because of your friend’s weird behavior, you sat down on the sofa in the corner, and the next thing you noticed was the tall figure leaning above you. You probably got carried away to much because now there was a cup of tea standing in front of you on the table.

You looked up, only to meet those pretty blue eyes again. Bucky looked down at you with the same smirk on his lips, and you could barely form a normal thought in your head.

“Hope you don’t mind a hot tea, princess?” Yup, you were dead. Of course, he had to have the sexiest voice you have ever heard in your life. It was not enough for him to be charming or look like a fucking sin—he also had to sound hot.

“Thank you.” You almost whispered.

Bucky gave you another mysterious smile before going back to his place, where Nat was already without her pants and ready to start.

You and Nat were talking for the next few hours—well, she was mostly talking about a girl named Maria that she met not so long ago, and you were nodding, listening, and sipping your tea. That way, you almost forgot about Bucky sitting in the room with you because he was too focused on his job and didn’t even look away from the tattoo.

To be honest, you accidentally looked at him one or two times because it was hard not to notice a few curls slipping out of his bun, or the way his tattooed and veiny arms seemed so sexy, or that perfect face profile... Fuck. But everything was good until Nat suddenly asked him to stop for a few minutes.

“I really need to pee, Barnes.” She quickly jumped out of her place, winking at you as she walked away.

“Natasha…” You hissed at her when she left you and Bucky alone in the room, your insides already shivering with nerves. She was fucking doing it on purpose. You were sure that everything here was her plan to set you up with Bucky because she had never left you anywhere alone, knowing your nervousness.

“Are you afraid to stay with me alone?” Bucky chuckled, stretching his neck from an uncomfortable position. Your cheeks heated, and you unconsciously started scratching the surface of your phone case. He was charming. He obviously knew that, judging by the way he acted to tease you. When his question was left without an answer, he just shook his head, smiling to himself. “I didn’t know that Nat was dating girls.”

Bucky was desperately trying to make you talk. He saw how you looked at your friend when she left you alone with him, and knowing Nat, she would not have done it if you were truly afraid of him. So he was hoping that you were just too shy to talk to him and that he could make something out of it.

“Mhm. What, you hoped to have a chance with her?” You finally looked up, and you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. Of course, Bucky was just trying to hit on your friend. Everyone tried. And you knew that she was so pretty and an amazing person, really, but you just wanted to experience it yourself at least once.

“With Nat?” Bucky almost laughed, genuinely taken aback by your response. “Nah, she’s cool, but not my type.”

“And who is your type?” You asked before you could even think about it.

"You know, those cute and shy girls who can barely talk to anyone and easily blush or get nervous." You froze in your place, and you swore that the blood in your veins had done the same. Your eyes widened in shock, looking at the proudly smirking Bucky. Did he really mean that, or was it just a stupid joke?

Natasha came into the room, curiously looking between you two, but you just stayed silent and looked away again, staying even quieter until the end of the session.

“Why did you do that?” You frowned, looking away from Nat and crossing your arms over your chest. As soon as she was done, you almost ran out of that place, the mixture of weird feelings bubbling inside of you, and you were too frustrated to even talk to someone there.

“Did what?” Your head snapped back at her innocent, unbothered voice. She rolled her eyes, not looking away from the road. “I did that because I love you.”

“And I love you too, but I hate that you and Sam put me in this position!”

“I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable. Don’t be mad at what I’m about to say, but I know that you feel lonely and that you want to have someone or to date someone. I understand your anxiety; I really do, but I wanted to help you.” Her voice sounded so genuine, and even if you were mad, you knew that Nat had always tried to do what was best for you. “Bucky is a good guy. He’s attractive, he’s kind, he’s funny, and he's definitely not a player. I just wanted you to meet him, and from what I saw, there was a sparkle between you.”

You didn’t say anything to that, because she was totally right. Even if you had never said that out loud, you wanted someone to like you. Was it that much to ask? It was just hard to believe that someone as attractive as Bucky, who could easily get a good handful of women whenever he wanted to, had actually flirted with you.

The next day, when you finally returned to your favorite place in the world, it was crazy. For some reason, too many people came to the bookshop, and almost everyone needed your advice or help. You were running around the shelves, putting the books in their places, receiving the payment, and then welcoming new customers. So when, at 9 p.m., you put the sign ‘closed’ on the door, you felt the relief that the day was almost over.

You still had a lot to do, though. Taking the pile of books from the front table, you went to the back room, where you stored some of them. Suddenly, you heard the bell ringing and heavy footsteps on the wooden floor.

“I’m sorry, but we are already closed. Please come tomor—” You forgot what you wanted to say when you looked out of the room into the main part of the store and saw the last person you ever expected.

“Hey, princess.” Bucky put his hands into the front pockets, which made him seem even bigger, and smiled at you in a way that made your knees weak. He looked similar to what you saw yesterday—a low bun, black jeans, and a shirt that revealed some of his tattoos. God, his tattoos made you imagine things that were too inappropriate to say out loud. “Sorry that I came so late, but I just got off work, and I really wanted to see the place Sam has been bugging me about for weeks.” He noticed how you were looking at him again, but he decided not to tease you about it.

“Um, hi.” You dusted off your hands and fixed the bottom part of your dress to make sure that everything was in it’s place. Bucky couldn’t help but follow your hands, staring at the way the hem of your dress moved around your thighs. “Do you need something? Like a book? Or you came just to get rid of Sam?”

“Yeah, maybe a fantasy book or something like that.”

“I can show you where we have it, but I, um, need to finish the work here, so it would be great if you'd find a book that you like by yourself. Is that okay?” His stare was intense, and you really didn’t know what to do with this. Was he always like that with women? But Nat said that he wasn’t a player, and you trusted her more than yourself.

“Totally.” You nodded, calmed down your nerves as much as you could to not embarrass yourself in front of him, and you showed the way to the shelves at the back of the shop.

“Take as much time as you need; I’ll go... there.” You pointed behind you to the piles of books, and Bucky chuckled at the way you were nervous around him. That was so fucking cute that he wanted to just scoop you up in his arms and make you blush again and again.

Almost ten minutes later, you showed up again with a few books in your hands that were from the fantasy section, and as much as you wanted to escape Bucky, you also wanted to finish your job. He just quickly looked at you, too interested in the book in his hands, but didn’t say anything.

You tried to reach the highest shelf to put the book in it’s place, but it was too far away. Usually you used a small ladder, but it was somewhere else now, and you just tried to do it standing on the tiptoes.

“Let me do it, princess.” Bucky chuckled, closing his book and putting it down, and reached out to help you.

“No!”

“You won’t reach it. Just give it to me.” He placed his hand on your back, stretching the other one.

“I can do it myself!”

You couldn’t. Because the next thing you know, the book slipped out of your hand when you tried to make more distance between you and Bucky, and you also lost control of the ones you held near your chest. Everything fell onto the floor with a loud ‘boom’ and you prayed that nothing got damaged.

Your head snapped back to say to Bucky that it was his fault, but he was already looking down at you, and you immediately forgot about everything. Only then did you realize that he was so close to you; his hand was holding your waist, and your back was almost pressed against his hard chest.

“Sorry.” He didn’t know what he was sorry for. That he distracted you and made you drop everything, or for what he did next. After his eyes quickly looked at your plump lips, his right hand fell onto your cheek, and he kissed you.

Your instant thought was to push him away, run, and hide in the storage room, but the firm hand on your face and waist made it impossible to move. Bucky almost devoured your mouth and completely controlled you, and you could barely keep up with the rhythm of the kiss.

He was good at it.

No one ever kissed you as if it were the best thing they'd ever tried, but Bucky just couldn’t stop. He spined your body, so you were not in that awkward and uncomfortable position anymore. Now that you were standing chest to chest, your back got pressed into the shelves, and Bucky was towering over you. It felt unknown but so right at the same time. Your experience in this area was really poor, but the adrenalin in your blood made you a little bit more sure of yourself.

“You’re doing something to me.” He breathed into the kiss, and you just whined without realizing it. He connected your lips again, tightening his hands on your waste and, that way, pulling you even closer. You had no idea where to put your hands, but your body seemed to work on autopilot, so they landed on his chest.

You felt something hard on the lower part of your belly, and the thought that Bucky had become hard solely because of the kiss nearly drove you insane. Hot, handsome, and charming men had never kissed you as if you were their last meal, teasing you with their bulge in the middle of your shop.

God, he must be big.

Your heart started beating so fast that you heard it in your ears. Was it the right thing to do? What should you do or say after that? Did he think that you kissed badly?

“I can almost hear the thoughts in your head. Why are you worrying? You don’t like or want it? Just say, and I’ll step away.” You licked your lips, as if you tried to taste him again. You felt how your face heated again from being so close to Bucky. He didn’t sound or look as if he were judging you, and it made you feel safe enough to tell what was going on in your head.

“I just—I'm not really familiar with it. I barely know you, and you just kissed me, and I am at a loss for what to do." You said, nervously playing with the material of his shirt. Bucky's hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him. It surprised you that he didn’t try to do anything to push you, like many other men who just think with their dicks. Your stomach tightened from the way he stared at your face.

"I understand and that’s okay if you feel a little bit scared. I’m not pushing you and you can say no to me. I really came here just to talk to you, but I cannot think of anything else but you. Can I kiss you, princess?” Your eyes closed when you felt his breath on your lips again. You couldn’t deny that you wanted it too, so you just slightly nodded to his question.

Bucky kissed you deeper and slower, allowing you to follow him. He stroked your cheek gently as his tongue slid into your mouth, causing you to moan. You swore that he smiled at your reaction, and it encouraged him to push his other hand from your waist to your thighs.

Your skin started tingling when you felt it going under your skirt. Tattooed fingers traced the soft lines on your legs until they reached your underwear. Only then did you realise that you were getting wet. This whole time, it was not just nerves; oh no, your body actually just craved that man in front of you and now you could do nothing to hide it. In your last attempt, you tried to push your legs together, but you made it worse when Bucky’s hand slipped higher and touched the wet spot.

“Holy fuck.” He growled, ending the kiss and looking down, where his hand stayed under your clothes. “You are not so innocent, huh?”

“Shy and innocent are two completely different things, Bucky.”

“Right.” Biting his lip, he looked up at you again with darkened eyes, and you felt his hand pressing onto your dressed core more firmly. “Can I taste you?"

Your eyes widen in shock. You were not a complete virgin, but unfortunately, you had never experienced that before. “My sexual life is actually really, and I mean really, meager, and no one ever asked me to do it.” You whispered, almost in embarrassment.

“So you’re telling me that no one asked to eat you out, princess? Well, that’s a shame. I bet your pussy is as sweet as you are.” He ran his nose across your cheek, enjoying your delicate skin and the light scent of your perfume, until he reached the sensitive part of your neck. “Your scent drives me crazy... You’re so sensitive, God. When was the last time you were with someone?” You tried to act normal and not shiever, but when Bucky’s finger was running up and down the soft cotton of your panties, it was nearly impossible to do.

“I don’t know. I did it just a few times, and I don’t date. Guys are not really interested in me.”

“Loosers.”

“Bucky.” You moaned his name when he suddenly fell to his knees. That view was so surreal for you. He seemed desperate to touch and taste you, to please you, even though he was painfully hard in his jeans. But he did not go too far because he was waiting for your response. “What if someone walks in?”

“There is a sign on the door. Are there many people who go to bookshops at that time?” Bucky took your left leg, slowly putting it on his shoulder. Your eyes followed every move with curiosity and a hint of worry when he turned his head to softly kiss your thigh.

“Okay.”

Bucky took your leg off his shoulder but only to slide his hands under your dress and take off your underwear. He did not break eye contact when he helped you step out of it and then put them in his jeans pocket. With a quick motion, your leg returned to it’s place near his face and you blushed, realising how close he was.

With his right hand on your thigh and the left one slowly creeping up your other leg, Bucky started leaving kisses higher and higher, until he finally reached your pulled-up dress. When his head suddenly lowered and you felt the first touch of his tongue, you almost died.

Up until that moment, you didn’t even realize how tense your body was, but that first lick sent a hot wave over you and you could not hold back a whine. You just became a fucking puddle under his touch.

Bucky was not much better than you. He gripped your thigh harder, as if he wanted you to be even closer, and moaned when your taste blossomed on his tongue. He knew that he was addicted now and that he could spend hours in between your legs. His tongue slipped across your folds, collecting your juice, and then circled around your sensitive clit.

“Fuck, princess. You’re s’ sweet.”

"Bucky—oh my god, please!” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but that tight knot in your stomach was becoming almost too painful, and you felt tears forming in your eyes. As if Bucky had already understood your body better, he put two fingers of his left hand at your entrance, slightly pushing in just the tips.

You moaned again, your hand moving on it’s own and grabbing Bucky’s hair in despair. He slowly slipped inside, letting you adjust while still not stopping the movements of his tongue. You felt so fucking tight and wet around his fingers and his cock painfully twiched in his jeans. He started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, and if you weren’t so far up in your head, you would’ve been embarrassed by the noises coming out of you.

The combination of his thick digits and tongue pushed you into your first orgasm. Your back arched, and your legs unconsciously tried to close, but Bucky did not let that happen, gripping your thigh tighter and holding you in place.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. C'mon, don’t be shy.” He encouraged you and that was everything you needed.

You had no idea what happened next because your body felt like it was floating and your head fell back with a moan of Bucky's name. He let you go through it, slowing his pace and pulling out his fingers. As much as he didn’t want to stop, he knew that it was enough for you for the first time.

You felt how Bucky jently lowered your leg and then, holding you by the waist, stood up and shamelessly licked his shiny lips. “I can’t believe you actually just did that. No one has ever given me an orgasm.”

“Princess… You’re unbelievable.” He got closer to you, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. You could feel hardness in his pants, and while Bucky did not try to push it any further, the desire within you made you bold.

“Do you have a condom?” Bucky immediately pulled away from you, his eyes darker than before and his hands tightening on your waist. You bit your lip and lowered your gaze, as if you said something wrong.

"No, no, no, you can’t get shy after you just asked me this. Eyes on me, princess. Do you really want it?"

“I do.”

Bucky connected your lips, distracting you from unnecessary thoughts, and you felt two hands on the back sides of your thighs. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, as if your body knew what to do better than you. You both moaned when his bulge met with your dripping core; Bucky’s grip tightened and he slightly moved your hips.

Firmly holding you in his hands, Bucky stepped away from the shelves and went to the table that was standing nearby. He blindly moved aside some books there, dropping a few on the floor and receiving a groan from you. He put you on the flat surface, not moving away from between your legs.

Your hands finally felt more confident to study his tattooed skin. You never realised that you were into people with tattoos, but now, looking at the variety of things covering his tanned skin, your belly tightened with anticipation. Your hands slowly reached his neck, slightly pulling him closer.

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you have it?” Instead of replying to you, Bucky, not breaking eye contact, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it, taking the shiny square that was sticking out of there.

Your eyes shot up at him, meeting his half-hooded and full-of-lust eyes. Bucky looked right back at you, mesmerized by your beauty—by the way your cheeks heated and your lips were slightly swollen. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them with boxers down his legs, until his hard as rock cock was free with pre-cum leaking from the tip.

“If you’re going to look at me like that, then I might cum like a teenager before everything starts, princess.” Bucky growled, squeezing your thigh in his hand. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, then looked at his face again. You didn’t want to stare at his cock, but holy shit, it was better and bigger than everything you’ve seen before. You wondered what it would taste like, and that one thought made you clench around nothing.

With a quick, smooth motion, Bucky opened the package with his teeth, sliding the condom down his shaft. His hand moved you closer to the edge of the table, so now your faces were just a few centimeters away and you could feel his cock through the fabric of your dress.

“Be a good girl and hold it here for me.” Bucky folded your dress on your stomach, guiding your hand there, so he had better access to your sweet pussy. He had to see how he was disappearing inside of you with his own fucking eyes.

“Bucky…” You whined because of the way you were exposed to him, but you still did what he said. With wide eyes, you looked at how he moved even closer to you, slightly brushing your folds with the tip. Your free arm gripped his tattooed forearm, digging in your nails.

“So wet for me, so pretty... God, princess. I won’t be able to keep my hands from you. Say you want this. I need to hear it.” He palmed the side of your face, making you look up at him, and held himself at your entrance at the same time.

“I want it. Please.” You whispered, your eyes running back and forth between his pretty blues.

When he finally started slowly pushing into you, your mouth opened with a silent moan, and your eyes almost crossed with the way your whole body got covered with goosebumps. Bucky could not tear his eyes away from the place you two were connected. He felt every movement of your body and felt how your pussy almost sucked him inside.

He knew that you would feel good, but he did not realize that it would feel like the most correct thing in his life.

Bucky finally bottomed into you, stretching you the way you had never been before. You both thought that you could cum in that exact second, but you also both wanted to extend this moment as much as you could.

“Princess…” That sounded so desperate when Bucky finally started moving his hips, dragging his cock out and then pushing right back in. "Fuck, I need to kiss you. You feel like a fuckin’ heaven, holy shit.” Not stopping sliding into you at a steady pace, he dragged your face closer, as if his life were depending on it. Bucky greedily bit and sucked your bottom lip, swallowing every moan and whine you let out.

“Mh— I can’t— oh, Bucky!” You cried, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

He pulled you back away from his body, holding you that way so he had a better view of your face and body. He felt the way your thighs tried to squeeze together, your face started to heat and you tried to look away.

“Don’t you dare become shy when I’m balls deep in you, princess.” He slowed his movements and teased you until you almost begged him to fuck you properly again. “You need to cum, huh? Show me those pretty eyes; don’t hide from me, c’mon.” You looked up, almost whining from the way he was looking at you. Pupils blown out, eyes slightly narrowed, and running around your face with interest and desire. “Do you need something? Speak up, sweet girl.”

“I want to cum. Let me, please.”

“Good fucking girl.”

Bucky started fucking you with a new forse; the table under you was squeaking with every move, making the whole scene even dirtier. You could not care about embarrassment anymore, moaning Bucky name and begging him to be harder.

You both felt how close you were.

Your hand, with your skirt in it, tightened around the fabric, your spread legs were trembling and you started uncontrollably squeezing Bucky’s cock inside of you. His dirty words made your vision foggy with satisfaction and the way he didn’t stop hitting your sweet spot was enough for you to go crazy with an overwhelming orgasm.

“Bucky! Bucky, oh my— fuuuck!” You cried in pleasure, feeling a few more thrusts of his throbbing cock, until he finally slowed down and emptied himself in the condom. Your body fell forward right into Bucky’s chest, too tired to even sit straight. He wrapped his hands around you, slowly stroking your back and kissing your temple.

“You are fucking amazing, princess.” He mumbled into your hair and you just hummed in response. After a few quiet minutes, when your head started to clear up and the whole weight of this situation fell on you, you finally pulled away, hiding your eyes from him again. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I just… I don’t know what we are supposed to do in this situation; I mean— it was just sex for you, right?” You asked, focusing on one particular tattoo on Bucky’s neck to not show how nervous you were.

Bucky didn’t answer for a few seconds, but you felt the weight of his eyes on you. Then he lifted your face with one of his hands and softly smiled at you. “If it meant nothing for me, I would’ve already been on my way home. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you and I won’t be satisfied until you let me take you out. Are you free tomorrow evening, sweetheart?” He cooed, playfully tilting his head to the side. That man and his charm would be the death of you…

“Um, okay. I’m free, if you’re not kidding.”

“Not in the slightest. Now get dressed. I'm taking you home.” He pecked your lips before slowly pulling out of you and getting rid of the condom. You slowly jumped from the table, legs trembling from two mind-blowing orgasms, not missing how Bucky’s smirked at you.

“You don’t have to take me home, Bucky.” You fixed your dress and hair as much as you could without a mirror and then picked up the books from the floor that were forgotten during your makeout session.

“Well, I didn’t see a car near the shop, so I assume you’re walking home. And it’s dark.” He walked behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. “I don’t like this idea. I’m driving you home, princess.”

“Fine. You won.” You playfully made an annoyed voice to what Bucky just chuckled and held you even closer.

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natashasfilms · 9 months

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You’re Losing Me

Summary: Dating a colleague has always been an exhilarating experience. However, as you reach a point where you’re ready to take the relationship further after spending years together, doubts start to creep in. You begin questioning whether you’re the only one putting effort into saving something that seems to be slowly fading away.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!Reader

Warnings: taylor swift’s song “you’re losing me”, angst, fluff, coworker relationship, language, drowning, stabs, injuries, usual criminal minds stuff, use of y/n, lovers to exes to lovers again, not really unrequited love, insecurity, making out, happy ending

Word Count: 7,938 (the longest one shot i’ve written so far…)

Note: It’s been so so so long since I’ve posted anything on here, so enjoy a little Aaron Hotchner one shot! I’m think of writing an Aaron Hotchner/Criminal Minds series, similar to my Steve Harrington/Stranger Things series, but it may take me a while to finish writing the entire thing. Maybe I’ll write a few chapters and then upload those and write along as I go but I don’t want to do that in case I lose motivation throughout the midst of it. We’ll see what happens! It’s just that I’m super busy but I have such great ideas for this series!

Criminal Minds Masterlist

As the sunlight slowly filtered through the windows, you began to awake from your slumber. Opening your eyes, you gazed at the ceiling and felt the comforting embrace of a pair of arms around your waist. Turning your head, you smiled at the man sleeping beside you and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head. After disentangling yourself from his arms, you got out of bed.

Quickly, you took a shower, brushed your teeth, and dressed for the day. Upon leaving the bathroom, you found your boyfriend, Aaron, sitting at the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes. “Morning, Aaron.” You greeted him.

He looked up with a grin, standing up to meet you. “Morning.” He responded, giving you a kiss on the cheek before heading to the bathroom himself.

You then entered Jack’s room to wake him up and get him ready for school. Seeing him still asleep, you approached with a gentle touch, waking him with a soft rub on his head. “Jack, sweetie, it’s time to wake up.”

Jack groaned, still half-asleep. “Five more minutes.”

You chuckled, playfully poking his cheek. “Come on, buddy. You’ll be late for school.” Eventually, Jack sat up in bed, and you left his room with a cheeky smile.

Preparing breakfast for your two boys, you heard footsteps down the hall. Setting the plates on the table, you watched as Jack settled into his seat. “Thank you, Y/N! This looks good!”

Nodding, you gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before you and Aaron sat down at the table. He reached out to hold your hand as a gesture of thanks, which made your heart flutter with affection.

After bidding Jack farewell and dropping him off at school, you and Aaron began your drive to work. Upon arriving, you entered the office first, as your relationship with Aaron was not public knowledge except to Strauss. You both agreed to keep it quiet to avoid potential workplace issues, though you wouldn’t mind being open about it if the opportunity arose. You weren’t entirely sure how Aaron felt about that.

Sitting at your desk, you watched Aaron make his way upstairs to his office, trying not to draw any unnecessary attention. Your colleagues, Emily, Derek, Elle, Spencer, and JJ, were already at their desks, engaged in friendly chatter while working on their paperwork. You joined in, laughing at Emily and Derek’s playful banter.

At times, you felt the urge to spend more time with Aaron in his office, but you respected his decision to keep your relationship private. However, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were the only one who truly cared about the relationship. Four years together, and you were eagerly awaiting for him to pop the question. But that seemed to be indefinitely postponed. It sometimes felt like you were the only one putting effort into the relationship.

Fortunately, the entire day turned out to be pleasantly light. With no new cases, the office was buzzing with paperwork and fueled by several cups of coffee. Every so often, Penelope would come over to chat with all of you, as she often felt lonely in her own office. Her presence brought joy, and you always welcomed her with a warm smile, her infectious happiness lifting your spirits.

As the day drew to a close, the office was nearly empty, with only you, Aaron, and Elle remaining on the current floor. Elle grabbed her bag, ready to head out.

“See you tomorrow, Elle.” You called out, waving.

Elle smiled back at you. “You’re leaving right now, right?”

You nodded, turning to your desk to organize your files. “Yep, just need to gather these files and hand them over to Hotch.”

Her eyes shifted to the man in question, who was still seated at his desk in his office. “Does he ever sleep?” Elle asked, furrowing her brows.

Chuckling, you stood up. “I’d like to say yes, but he’s practically a robot.”

Elle hummed, and her gaze returned to you. “Do you want me to wait for you?” She offered.

You widened your eyes slightly, quickly clearing your throat. “Oh, no, you go ahead. I don’t want to keep you waiting.”

“It’s not a problem, honestly.” Elle reassured you, but you waved your hand dismissively.

“No, really. You can go on ahead. I have to ask Hotch a few questions about the paperwork, anyway.”

You noticed a subtle shift in Elle’s eyes, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it. “Right. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” She said, bidding you goodbye before making her way to the glass doors and stepping into the elevator.

Feeling a sense of relief, you let out a sigh, almost convinced that Elle had caught on to your and Aaron’s relationship. Shaking your head to dismiss such thoughts, you collected all the files and made your way up to his office, lightly knocking on the door. Aaron’s voice invited you in, prompting you to enter.

As he looked up from his work, his stern expression softened into one of happiness at the sight of you. You couldn’t help but grin, placing the files on his desk. “It’s late, we should get going.”

Furrowing his brows, Aaron checked the time, and his eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, I didn’t even realize how late it got.” He admitted, quickly gathering the files and organizing everything for the next day.

Both of you exited the building and walked to your car. Settling inside, you watched Aaron start the engine and drive off, your mind preoccupied with thoughts. You were contemplating whether to broach the topic of taking your relationship to the next level or even considering making it public. Although you should have felt at ease discussing it with Aaron, anxiety gripped your heart, causing it to beat rapidly.

Despite knowing Aaron to be the most kind-hearted man you’ve known for years, you couldn’t help but fear his response. You didn’t want this conversation to become a make-or-break moment for your relationship, yet you also couldn’t bear to keep hiding in the shadows any longer.

Arriving at your shared apartment, you both entered, setting your bags down by the door and turning on the lights. With Jack spending the night at Jessica’s, you and Aaron found yourselves alone, creating an opportunity for you to bring up a potentially important conversation.

Deciding to allow yourselves a moment to freshen up and have dinner before broaching the important topic, you wanted to ensure neither of you went to bed hungry in case the conversation didn't go smoothly.

After showering, having dinner, and relaxing, you finally felt ready to initiate the conversation. Throughout the evening, you sensed Aaron’s eyes on you, and it was time for him to ask what was bothering you.

“You’ve been tense all night.” Aaron observed, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder as you both sat on the couch. “Is something wrong?”

Your mind raced through different approaches to the problem, but you still didn’t feel fully prepared as you began to respond to his question. “I’ve been doing some thinking.”

He arched an eyebrow, pulling you closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Care to share?”

With a tight-lipped smile, you took a deep breath, attempting to calm your nerves. “Have you ever considered...making our relationship public?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Aaron’s arms dropped from your shoulder. Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach, dreading his response.

“Aaron?” You anxiously waited for his answer, but he fell silent, trying to find the right words to respond to you. “Can you please say something?”

Aaron’s face tightened with hesitation as he tried to find the right words to respond to your question. He glanced away, unable to meet your eyes directly, and sighed heavily. “I...I haven’t really thought about going public.” He finally admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Our relationship has always been private, and it’s been working for us. I’m afraid of how things might change if we make it public.”

Your heart sank, sensing the reluctance in his response. “But Aaron, we’ve been together for so long, and I’m tired of just hiding our relationship. I want to be with you openly, without constantly worrying about keeping it a secret.” You pleaded, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I know that.” Aaron said, his voice softening. “But we both know how the nature of our work is. If our relationship becomes public, it could jeopardize everything we’ve built here. I can’t risk that, especially for Jack’s sake.”

Frustration and sadness engulfed you, and you felt a surge of emotions welling up inside. “So, you’re choosing your job and keeping up appearances over us? Over me?” You exclaimed, your voice quivering with hurt.

“That’s not what I meant. It’s just not that simple.” Aaron replied, reaching out to touch your arm, but you pulled away.

“Then enlighten me, Aaron. What do you mean? Because maybe it’s not simple for you, but it is for me.” You said firmly, your heart breaking. “I can’t keep living like this. I deserve better than this, Aaron.”

He looked torn, his eyes reflecting his own pain. “I don’t want to lose you.” He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“But you’re not willing to fight for us.” You responded, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Tell me, Aaron. Did you even plan on marrying me?”

His silence spoke louder than words, and it was all you needed to get your answer. The truth hung heavily in the air, and your heart shattered in less than two minutes, your fears coming true. The pain of realization washed over you, leaving you feeling raw and vulnerable.

You desperately wanted things to go back to how they were, to find comfort in the familiarity of your relationship. But deep down, you knew that settling for someone who didn’t put effort into the relationship wasn’t right for you. You deserved someone who cherished and valued you, someone who saw a future with you and was willing to fight for it.

“Looks like you’ve already lost me.” You said, your voice cracking with emotion. You hastily wiped away your tears, determined not to break down completely. Standing up from your spot on the couch, you avoided Aaron’s gaze as you walked away, trying to maintain some composure. “I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

The realization that the love of your life might not have felt the same way about you as you thought shattered your heart into pieces. You couldn’t bear to stay in a relationship that made you feel worthless.

What made it even more painful was that Aaron had always been the kindest man you had ever known. He had made you feel loved, supported, and cared for, especially during your lowest moments. However, now, you couldn’t help but question everything.

“Dad?” Jack spoke, catching his father’s attention as he helped put his backpack on. “When is Y/N coming back?”

It had been a week since you and Aaron broke up, and the impact of the decision weighed heavily on both of you. In the aftermath, you moved out of Aaron’s apartment, leaving behind the memories of a once loving relationship. Aaron struggled with the reality that you weren’t living with him anymore. He had tried to apologize and convince you to reconsider, but you remained firm in your decision. You believed that taking some time and space apart was essential for both of you to figure out what you truly wanted.

“I’m not sure, buddy.” Aaron replied to Jack with a gentle smile, masking the turmoil within his heart. “Y/N needed some time to think about things, and we both agreed it was best to take some space for now.”

Jack frowned, sensing that something significant had changed. He missed having you around, and it was hard for him to understand the complexities of adult relationships. But he trusted his father and hoped that things would work out for the best.

Despite your desire for space, maintaining it was extremely challenging when you had to work together. Nevertheless, you were grateful that the rest of the team didn’t seem to notice any change in your demeanor towards each other. You made a concerted effort to act as you always did while on the job, which wasn’t too difficult, considering you had always portrayed your relationship as strictly professional, pretending to know each other only as coworkers.

Aaron despised himself for not being open and honest with you that night, for jeopardizing the relationship you had built over the years. He loved you deeply, and the thought of marrying you had crossed his mind countless times. However, fear had gripped his heart. The pain of losing Haley had left him hesitant about committing to another relationship, and he believed he could never truly move on. Yet, you had always supported him throughout that challenging time. Your constant presence by his side, understanding, and care had gradually allowed him to let go of his fears. Before he knew it, he had become deeply attached to you, and his love for you had grown immeasurably.

It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you that he didn’t want anyone to know about your relationship. Instead, Aaron feared that making it public might endanger you, given the high-stakes nature of their work and the potential risks involved. He wanted to protect you from any repercussions that might arise if their personal relationship were exposed in the often dangerous and unpredictable world they worked in. Although it pained him to keep your love hidden, he believed it was a necessary precaution to keep you safe. After Haley, he didn’t want to make the same mistake again.

Now, he felt utterly foolish. Regret washed over him as he realized he should have communicated with you more openly, explaining why he felt the way he did instead of leaving you to question his love. The pain of knowing that you thought he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, that you believed he was ashamed of you, weighed heavily on his heart.

He wished he could turn back time and find the courage to share his fears and concerns with you, to let you know just how much he loves and values you. The thought of causing you any hurt had never been his intention, but he had failed in expressing himself clearly.

The team sat aboard the private jet, en route to your destination for a new case that demanded your immediate attention. Three homicides, spread across different cities, all linked by a hauntingly similar MO. The victims shared connections that hinted at a calculated pattern, but local law enforcement had hit a dead end, prompting the call for FBI assistance.

Aaron and you purposefully chose seats away from each other, not wanting to add any awkwardness to the already tense situation. As the team delved further into the case, everyone meticulously examined the evidence within the case files.

You scanned through the disturbing details, striving not to let any grimace betray your inner emotions. Over the years, you had grown accustomed to such gruesome cases that it took an emotional toll on even the most seasoned profilers. Yet, you knew that suppressing your emotions was essential to focus on the task at hand.

“Morgan, Prentiss, and Elle, I want you three to check the latest victim’s crime scene and look for anything new. Reid, JJ, and L/N, I need you to head to the coroner’s office and examine the autopsy reports.” Aaron said, making brief eye contact with you for a second before turning his attention back to the team. “Rossi and I will head to the precinct to talk to the local PD and settle in.”

As soon as the jet landed, you, JJ, and Spencer swiftly made your way to one of the BAU SUVs and drove to the coroner’s office to examine the bodies. You were driving the car, while JJ was in the passenger seat, and Spencer was sitting in the back. You conversed with the other two throughout the entire drive, Spencer spitting his genius facts every now and then.

Once you made it inside, the three of you were greeted by the coroner, who led you to the room where the bodies were laid out. Carefully examining the wounds on the victims, you couldn’t help but notice something intriguing. “They’ve all been stabbed exactly twenty times, each stab in a different part of the body.” You stated, glancing at JJ and Spencer for their input. “This was rage.”

Spencer leaned in, his eyes narrowing with concentration. “The repetitive nature of the stab wounds indicates an intense emotional release, possibly stemming from deep-seated anger or frustration.”

JJ nodded in agreement, her empathy guiding her understanding of the crime scene. “Maybe the unsub had a personal vendetta against the victims, and he was trying to send a message with the way he’s stabbed them.”

Spencer couldn’t help but share one of his characteristic and oddly fascinating facts. “Did you know that throughout history, the number twenty has often been associated with completeness and cycles? It’s interesting that the unsub chose this specific number.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, contemplating the possibility. “Or maybe the number twenty was important to him? It could hold some significance to the unsub, and he chose it to exert control or leave a twisted signature on the victims.”

JJ nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting the shared curiosity. “It’s definitely not uncommon for unsubs to attach meaning to their actions or rituals. The number twenty might be a representation of something personal or symbolic to him.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up, adding on to you and JJ. “Numerology has been linked to criminal behavior in certain cases. The choice of numbers might reflect the unsub’s belief in its power or its alignment with his twisted motives.”

As you carefully examined the stab wounds on the victims’ lifeless bodies, a particular detail caught your attention. There was an absence of significant bleeding around the wound sites. The wounds appeared uniform in depth and angle, lacking the telltale signs of hemorrhage typically associated with antemortem stabbings.

You turned to the coroner with a furrowed brow. “These stab wounds...they seem different from typical antemortem injuries. Is there any indication that the victims might have been submerged in water before the stabbing?”

The coroner paused, considering your observation. “Well, we did find traces of water in the airways and lungs of all the victims during the autopsies.” The coroner replied. “It’s possible they were drowned before the stabbings occurred.”

“He’s drowning them and then stabbing them?” JJ questioned, her arms crossed against her chest. “What about signs of sexual assault?”

The coroner shook her head. “There were no signs of sexual assault in the report.”

Spencer chimed in, his gaze intense. “It’s possible that this unsub’s violent ritual provides him with a sense of release. The act of drowning the victims may serve as a form of control or domination, followed by the symbolic significance of twenty stabs, and perhaps linked to a personal obsession or fixation.”

You added to Spencer’s insight. “The number twenty might hold significant meaning to him, reinforcing the notion that these killings are deeply personal and methodically planned.”

JJ looked troubled, contemplating the unsettling pattern before you. “If he’s targeting the victims like this, he might have a connection to them. Something in their past could be triggering this cycle of violence.”

You nodded your head, your gaze remaining fixated on the lifeless forms. “Let’s head back and meet with the others.”

The three of you met up with the rest of the team at the precinct, where you all gathered around the crime board, sharing your findings and insights from the investigations. As each detail was added to the board, the case started to take shape, revealing disturbing connections and patterns.

Throughout the meeting, you couldn’t help but sense Aaron’s occasional glances in your direction. Part of you hoped he would approach you and start a conversation, maybe even attempt to mend what was broken between you both. Yet, another part of you felt a tinge of relief that he hadn’t approached you, as facing him would only reopen the wounds that were still raw.

It had only been a week since the painful breakup, and you found yourself torn between wanting to be understood and yearning for his apologies, and the need to protect yourself from further heartache. The longing for him to realize his mistakes, coupled with the desire to put the pieces of your life back together, weighed heavily on your emotions.

You also couldn’t help but miss Jack dearly. Saying goodbye to him before you left had been one of the hardest moments, knowing that he couldn’t fully comprehend the reasons behind your departure. The memories of the mornings you spent with him, preparing breakfast and engaging in playful moments, tugged at your heartstrings. You had cherished those moments, but you knew that staying in an emotionally draining situation wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

At the end of the day, exhaustion weighed heavily on the entire team, the toll of the stressful investigation demanding a much-needed rest. However, they were confident in the amount of evidence gathered, giving them a solid foundation to construct a profile when they regrouped.

Reaching the hotel, the team bid each other farewell, knowing they’d reconvene in the morning to continue the investigation. You let out a weary sigh as you entered your room, eager to collapse onto your bed. Shutting the door behind you, you finally allowed yourself a moment of peace. Without delay, you made your way to the bathroom, seeking to refresh yourself after the intense day.

Emerging from the shower, you felt more relaxed. After brushing your teeth, you slipped into comfortable sleepwear, embracing the coziness that enveloped you.

As you were about to settle into your bed, there was a knock on your door. Confusion washed over you, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. Walking cautiously to the door, you peered through the peephole and let out a soft sigh upon recognizing Aaron’s familiar face.

You opened the door, raising an eyebrow, giving him the signal to speak. His nervous demeanor was uncharacteristic of the stoic Aaron Hotchner, who rarely showed any signs of anxiety.

“Can I come in?” He asked, and a part of you wanted to roll your eyes at his request, but you held back your emotions. Suppressing a disgruntled noise, you opened the door wider, allowing him to enter your room.

Aaron wasted no time, quickly stepping inside as if he feared you might change your mind and shut the door on him. His uneasiness was palpable, and you couldn’t help but wonder what had driven him to seek you out in this vulnerable state.

With the door closed, you faced him, waiting for an explanation as to why he had come to your room at this late hour. “How are you?” He questioned, and you almost scoffed.

“What do you need?” You asked instead, completely ignoring his question.

His heart twinged with pain when he heard your voice, sensing the coldness in your tone, a reflection of the hurt he had caused. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his courage, determined to make things right. “I wanted to apologize for everything. I hated how things ended between us, and if I could turn back time, I would do so in a heartbeat just so I wouldn’t be the one who broke your heart.”

Your arms were crossed protectively over your chest, and he could see the struggle behind your eyes as you fought back tears. The mere week of separation had been agonizing, making him yearn for your presence more than ever. He longed to hold you in his arms again, to kiss you like they had for the past four years. But he understood that he couldn’t expect you to forgive him so easily.

“Jack misses you.” He continued, his voice laced with regret. “He asks for you every day, wondering if you’ll come back. It breaks my heart each time he does.” Your heart ached for the little boy, whom you had grown to cherish as your own. “And I miss you too, more than I can put into words. I’m willing to do anything and everything to fix things.”

Your gaze locked with his, and he saw the emotions swirling within you. “Aaron, I don’t know.” You began, and he felt his heart drop, fearing your answer. “How do I know you won’t do the same thing again? You’re only saying this because you realized what you had after you lost me.”

He shook his head, almost reaching for your hands but stopping himself, respecting the space you needed. “No, that’s not true. I’ve always loved you, Y/N. Yes, I was an absolute idiot, but I’m not just saying this because I realized what I had after I lost you. You mean the world to me, and I love you. If you just let me show you that I won’t make the same mistake ever again. I want everyone to know you’re mine, and it was never my intention to hide you away. I love you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.” His voice was filled with sincerity, pleading for another chance to prove his love and commitment to you.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to think of what to say. “Aaron, I think I need some time.” You said, truthfully. “I just need some space to figure out what I truly want. Throughout all these years, I’ve longed for you to prioritize us, but it never happened. Maybe I was too naive to believe it ever would.” Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, avoiding the pained look on his face. “I love you, too, but I can’t ignore the fact that I wanted you to put me first, instead of this job, and to consider a future together. I wanted to get married, but I don’t think you felt the same.”

He was about to say something, but you held up a finger, needing to continue.

“Honestly, I probably wouldn’t marry myself either.” You confessed softly. “I’ve spent so much time trying to please everyone, especially you. It’s been exhausting, trying to be the perfect girlfriend or even a future wife, when it felt like I was the only one making an effort. I sent you countless signals, hoping you’d notice, but it seemed like you didn’t want to acknowledge the cracks in our relationship.”

You let out a deep breath, relieved to have finally expressed your thoughts that had been brewing for months. Opening your eyes, you looked at Aaron, and his broken appearance tugged at your heartstrings. You longed to turn his frown into a smile, to fix everything, but you knew it wasn’t that simple.

“You’re wrong.” He finally spoke, his voice cracking with emotion. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, listening intently. “Of course I wanted to marry you.” He continued, his eyes searching yours for understanding. “But I was just too scared.”

“Scared of what?” You asked softly, urging him to open up.

“Of losing you, though it seems like I already did.” He said, a sad chuckle escaping his lips that didn’t reach his eyes. “After Haley, I never thought I would be capable of falling in love again. I had built walls around my heart, convinced it was safer that way. But then you were always there for me and I let myself fall for you, and it scared me.” He paused, gathering his thoughts, and continued. “I couldn’t bear the thought of putting you in danger because of this job, just like I did with Haley and Jack. I blamed myself for her death, and I didn’t want history to repeat itself. That’s why I kept our relationship hidden. I was afraid it would expose you to unnecessary risks.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his heartfelt confession. “Aaron.” You said, your voice filled with empathy. “You didn’t have to carry all that burden alone. We could have faced it together.”

He nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. “I know, and I should have trusted us more. But my fear consumed me, and I made a terrible mistake by pushing you away.”

You walked closer and reached out to gently touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. “I understand why you did what you did, but it hurt to be kept in the dark. We could have faced those fears together as a team, just like we always do in these cases.”

“I know, and I wish I had the strength to open up to you sooner.” He whispered, leaning into your touch. “I’m so sorry.”

You leaned your forehead against his, savoring the closeness between you. Bringing your free hand to touch his other cheek, you felt his arms wrap around your waist, drawing you even closer to him. “This could have gone so differently if you had opened up to me, Aaron.” You whispered, looking into his eyes with sincerity. “But I still think we need some time apart. Just for a little bit.”

He closed his eyes, absorbing your words, and then nodded his head. “I know, and if that’s what you want, then I won’t oppose it.”

“Okay.” You whispered back, feeling a mix of sadness and hope in your heart. He stepped back, giving you a soft smile, before he turned to walk towards the door. “Wait.” You called out, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around, and without hesitation, you gently cupped his face in your hands and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. It was a tender, lingering kiss, full of unspoken emotions. He held onto your hands, cherishing the brief moments of the kiss, until you finally let go. “Goodnight.” You murmured, your voice tinged with both affection and uncertainty.

He looked dazed, as if he were in some sort of dream, processing the intensity of the moment. He tried his best to speak, finally managing a quiet “Goodnight” before he turned and left your room.

The next day, the team gathered at the precinct, ready to delve into the evidence with fresh eyes after sleeping. However, it was a restless night for both you and Aaron. Sleep seemed elusive as you tossed and turned, your mind consumed with thoughts of everything Aaron had said. Meanwhile, Aaron found himself replaying the kiss you shared before he left, and he couldn’t shake the weight of your words and emotions regarding your relationship and his actions.

After a few hours of relentless effort, Penelope’s expertise paid off, and she managed to uncover a name and address for the unsub. Putting on your bulletproof vests, the team raced to the SUVs, determined to catch the dangerous individual before he could harm anyone else.

Arriving at the address, you were met with an empty house. The unsub was nowhere to be seen, so you scanned the surroundings for any possible clues. Aaron spoke up, his voice firm. “We need to find any leads, any hints on where he might keep his victims.”

The team split up, meticulously combing through the scene, searching for any shred of evidence that could provide a much-needed breakthrough. The tension was palpable, knowing that every moment counted in preventing further tragedy.

As you examined the area, some of the photos on the wall caught your eye. The pictures consisted of different landscapes, however, when you looked more closely, the pictures seemed to be connected despite it being in separate frames. You called the team over and examined the photos, sending them over to Penelope to help find the location.

Penelope’s voice came through on the comms, her excitement evident. “Guys, I think I’ve found something. The pictures seem to be at a park near the house! I’m sending you the address now!”

As soon as you got the address, you raced out of the house and back into the waiting SUVs, speeding towards the destination. Upon arriving at the location, you split into groups. You, Elle, and Emily formed a team, eyes fixed on the abandoned warehouse nearby. Silently, you pointed towards the building, an unspoken agreement passing between you. You slowly and quietly walked, guns at the ready as you approached the structure.

You skillfully maneuvered around the back, while Elle and Emily advanced with their guns and flashlight inside, searching the shadows for any traces of the unsub. As you searched the back and began to think it was clear, you suddenly felt a forceful grip clamp over your mouth, muffling any sound you might have made. Before you could react, a sharp impact hit your head, sending you reeling into temporary darkness.

As you gradually regained consciousness, your surroundings came into focus, and panic washed over you at the sight of the unsub standing before you. Fear pulsed through your veins as you realized you were weaponless and vulnerable. His sinister laughter sent shivers down your spine, and you knew you had to act fast.

His sadistic grin filled you with dread as he taunted you, relishing the power he held over you. Every instinct urged you to escape, but he had already restrained you with a cruel grip, leaving you little room to maneuver. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you desperately scanned your surroundings for any possible means of escape.

As terror surged through your veins, you realized you were next to a lake. The sight of its dark waters filled you with dread, as you knew the unsub intended to use it against you. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you drew upon every ounce of strength you possessed, mustering a deafening scream in hopes that your team would hear you.

But the unsub was swift as well. Before you could make a move, he forcefully plunged you into the icy water. The coldness was shocking, stealing your breath away as he held you submerged. Panic surged through you as you fought against his unyielding grasp, struggling to resurface for air.

Despite your efforts, he held you down, with no chance of escape. Each time you managed to rise, gasping for breath, he mercilessly forced you back into the depths, determined to drown you just like all the other victims.

As darkness threatened to consume you, your mind raced with thoughts of your team. You wondered if they were close, if they could hear your cries for help, and if they would find you in time. You didn’t even know if they were nearby or if the unsub took you to a different location while you were knocked out. The uncertainty only deepened your desperation, as you clung to the hope that rescue was on its way.

As you struggled to hold on, your strength waned, and you found yourself slipping away, succumbing to the relentless pressure of the unsub’s grip. Helplessly, you surrendered to the suffocating darkness that surrounded you. That’s when a sudden, deafening gunshot pierced the air, tearing through the silence.

In the blink of an eye, the unsub’s hold on you loosened, and you were released from his grasp. He tumbled into the water, gone with a well-aimed bullet through his head. Aaron dropped his gun and leaped into the water without hesitation, desperately reaching for your lifeless form before it could go any deeper.

Emerging from the water’s grasp, Aaron clutched you tightly in his arms as the rest of the team rushed to assist. His heart raced with panic, his mind consumed by the fear of losing you. You were unresponsive, your eyes closed, and the once rhythmic rise and fall of your chest had ceased. Time seemed to stand still as he began chest compressions and performed CPR, his every action fueled by a desperation to revive you.

He had tears streaming down his face and his voice trembled with emotion as he begged you to fight, to come back to him. He refused to accept that this could be the end, that he might lose the person he loved with his entire heart once again. The rest of the team looked on, their hearts heavy with concern, but also filled with hope as they witnessed Aaron’s efforts to bring you back.

Derek kneeled beside Aaron, gripping his shoulders with urgency as he tried to intervene. “Hotch! Stop! Let someone else take over!” He yelled, attempting to divert his attention.

But Aaron was relentless, his focus solely on you. He brushed Derek’s hands aside, determination etched across his face. “I won’t stop until she’s awake.” He declared, resuming his life-saving efforts without a second thought. With every ounce of strength he possessed, he continued to administer CPR.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you coughed and sputtered, water escaping from your lungs. Gasping for air, you struggled to find your breath. Aaron’s arms enveloped you in a tight embrace, holding you close as you fought to regain your composure.

“Oh, thank God.” Emily breathed, her hand pressed against her chest, relief washing over her after the initial fear.

Aaron released his hold on you, and Derek immediately enveloped you in a tight embrace. “Babygirl, you scared all of us.” He murmured, still feeling shaken by the close call. Elle, not one to be left out, quickly shoved Derek away and hugged you with genuine concern.

“We should’ve never let you go out there by yourself.” Elle expressed, feeling guilty that they had split up. “I’m so sorry.”

Emily, kneeling beside you, placed a reassuring hand on your back. “We should’ve gone together.”

You shook your head, offering a small smile to your caring teammates. “Stop blaming yourselves. It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known what would happen. At least I’m okay now.”

“Yeah, but you were dead for a few minutes.” Emily retorted with a scoff, still grappling with the shock of the situation.

You understood their concern, but you also knew that in their line of work, these moments were unfortunately part of the job. You reassured them. “I’m alright now, thanks to all of you.” And Aaron. You thought. You locked eyes with him, offering a reassuring smile. Though he didn’t return the smile, the glint in his eyes spoke volumes, telling you how grateful he was that you were still alive.

The EMT’s thoroughly checked you over, ensuring there were no other injuries, and concluded that you were fine. You sat at the back of the ambulance, swinging your legs back and forth, absently touching the bandage on your forehead where the unsub had hit you.

As you looked around, you saw the scene filled with law enforcement personnel. The unsub’s lifeless body was being carried away on a gurney, wrapped in a white sheet. A mix of relief and anger washed over you. Relief that he could no longer harm anyone else, and anger that he had taken the easy way out, escaping true justice.

Turning to your right, you noticed Aaron glancing back at you from time to time. Summoning some courage, you raised a hand and waved at him. This time, he smiled. A small yet genuine gesture that warmed your heart. Derek, ever the observant one, caught the interaction and couldn’t help but smirk. Playfully, he nudged Aaron on the shoulder, urging him to talk to you. Aaron, true to his stoic self, gave Derek a brief glare, which only made Derek raise his hands in surrender, laughing as he watched his boss walk away.

Aaron’s voice softened as he spoke, genuine concern in his eyes. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

You smiled, appreciating his caring nature. “I’m fine, Aaron.” Patting the spot next to you, you invited him to sit, and he obliged. Turning to face him, you brought your legs up to your chest. “Thank you for saving me.”

He shook his head, gazing up at the sky. “Don’t thank me. I’m just grateful that you’re alive.” His eyes met yours, and you could see the tears welling up. “I should’ve been there to protect you. I shouldn’t have let you go by yourself.”

You reached out to touch his cheek, trying to console him. “It’s not your fault, Aaron. I made the choice to check the back alone while Elle and Emily went inside. The blame lies solely on the unsub. Please, don’t carry that burden on yourself.” As he attempted to hold your hand, you pulled away slightly, causing his heart to ache. You were aware of your team’s eyes on you and didn’t want to fuel any rumors.

“Sorry, they might see us.” You explained.

He scoffed, refusing to let go of your hands. “I don’t care if they see us. It would be a miracle if they didn’t suspect anything. I was going insane while trying to save your life.”

“Aaron–”

“I want everyone to know about us. I don’t care anymore. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe, but I will not let you go. You mean everything to me, and I’m sorry for everything.” His voice trembled with emotion. “Seeing you out there, not breathing, holding your lifeless body in my arms...I swear I didn’t know what I was going to do if you were gone. I love you, Y/N. And I will love you until the day I die.”

At his heartfelt words, you couldn’t contain yourself any longer. You pressed your lips firmly against his, cupping his face with your hands. He held onto your hands, responding with passion and intensity. The week had been long and stressful, but with Aaron finally admitting he didn’t care who saw you together, you embraced the moment, cherishing the love you shared with the man you couldn’t imagine living without.

You pulled away slightly, looking deeply into his eyes. “I love you too.”

“Marry me.” Aaron said, his voice filled with sincerity.

The shock registered on your face, mouth agape. “What?” You asked, your heart pounding.

“Okay, this wasn’t the way I planned on proposing to you, but I couldn’t wait anymore.” He chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours. “Will you marry me?”

You raised an eyebrow, playfully teasing. “I don’t see a ring anywhere.”

He rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his lips. “The ring’s hidden in my desk drawer at the office. I was waiting for the right time to propose, but I can’t wait any longer.”

Your eyes softened, and your heart warmed at his sweet gesture. “You bought a ring?”

Aaron nodded, gently kissing your hands. “I told you, I wanted to marry you. I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away, trying to contain your emotions. “Yes, Aaron Hotchner. I will marry you.” You said, a mixture of excitement and love in your voice.

He grinned, relief and happiness evident in his expression. “You will?” He whispered.

“Yes, a million times yes.” You replied, your heart soaring at the prospect of spending your life with the man you loved.

With that, Aaron pulled you into a tight embrace, his lips meeting yours in a passionate and loving kiss. The world around you faded away, and all that mattered was the promise of a future together, as partners in both love and life.

“Did you guys really think we didn’t know you two were together all this time?” Rossi questioned, a playful glint in his eyes as the team sat together on the jet, heading home after a successful case. “We aren’t profilers for nothing.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, trying to focus on the paperwork spread out on the table. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the lighthearted teasing. Finally feeling content in your life, you leaned back in your seat, feeling the warmth of Aaron’s presence beside you.

“It’s true.” Spencer chimed in with a smile. “We always knew you two were dating, but we didn’t say anything because you thought we didn’t know. It’s pretty funny, considering all the looks you give each other when–”

“Reid.” Aaron interrupted, cutting off the young genius before he could go further. The team stifled a laugh as Spencer mumbled out a quick “Sorry,” a sheepish smile on his face, and returned to his book.

JJ grinned mischievously. “Oh, come on, Hotch. We’ve seen the way you look at Y/N, and the way Y/N looks back.”

Elle nodded, adding her own insight. “Yeah, it was kind of adorable watching you two try to keep it a secret.”

You exchanged a knowing glance with Aaron, feeling a mix of amusement and affection. “Well, I guess we weren’t as subtle as we thought.” You admitted, a smile tugging at your lips.

His lips threatened to curl up into a smile, and you noticed it, playfully bumping your shoulders against his. He tried to maintain his composure, looking away and focusing his attention back on the paperwork, but his mind seemed to betray him as a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

You couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness at seeing that smile, knowing that you were the one who could bring it out in him. He was the tough and stoic leader to everyone else, but with you, he allowed himself to be vulnerable and open.

The rest of the team had amused grins on their faces, watching the two of you with knowing looks. Their usual boss, who rarely showed any emotion, appeared so content and happy whenever you were around. It was a sight they cherished, seeing the man they respected and admired, smile genuinely because of you.

As the night grew on, everyone on the jet was asleep, but you and Aaron were still awake. You laid your head on Aaron’s shoulder, your hand clasped with one of his, as he continued looking through the paperwork. It was a habit for him to bury himself in work, even during quiet moments like this.

You gently nudged the papers away, and he raised an eyebrow at you. “Stop, you need to sleep.”

“You need to sleep, too.” He whispered, his lips pressing against the top of your head in a tender gesture.

You sighed softly, giving him a determined look. “Okay, but you have to stop this. You can look at these when we get back, but for now, you need rest.”

A playful grin spread across his face, and he leaned forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. “Anything for you.”

You gladly kissed him back, feeling a rush of warmth and love for this man. His dedication to his job and his team was commendable, but you also wanted him to take care of himself. He deserved rest and peace, especially after the intense case and the events of the day.

You settled into a comfortable position, still holding each other’s hands, and let the gentle hum of the jet lull you both to sleep. In each other’s arms, you felt a sense of comfort that reassured you, everything had a way of falling into place as it was meant to be.

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Work Wife

Bucky x reader

Some angst, past crappy relationship with cheating but Bucky is a sweet baby and makes it all better. Lots and lots of fluff

“See you soon doll” Bucky pecked a kiss onto your head before making his way out to a new job he had taken up at a small bookstore. He’d taken a few months off of missions, needing a break from it all and the store that wasn’t too far from the compound was perfect.

You smiled watching him run off, not wanting to be late. It warmed you seeing how happy he was, it had only been a couple of weeks and he was glowing.

He clearly loved it.

Every day he’d come back, excited to tell you about how his day went; the new book he read, how his coworker, Rosa, introduced him to a new coffee, the puppy that visited the store, the new café he went to with Rosa, how to processed an online order for the first time, how Rosa walked him through the whole thing.

You were curled up in bed with Bucky, your head on his chest while he cuddled you close, telling you about the most recent events that took place that afternoon (which of course, included Rosa). He laughed about how the owner of the store, Dave, told them to stop flirting so much, it was going to make the other customers sick.

“Almost followed her home today, she made these almond cookies that were so good, I wanted to bring you some but Dave finished them”

You hummed, shaking off the tiny inkling of insecurity and jealously that had started to crawl up your spine. You were over thinking. It was nothing. Rosa was a coworker.

Bucky would never cheat.

He loved you.

“Come visit soon?” He whispered, before kissing your forehead and turning the lamp off so you could both fall asleep.

“I will” You kissed his chest, biting your lip, wondering if it was a good idea. You had been meaning to visit for ages but missions and recovery had taken up your time. Now you feared actually seeing everything in person would make everything too real.

You didn’t know if you could go through that again.

*****

“Sounds like you have a work wife” Tony snorted, over hearing bits and pieces of Bucky’s day at the book store while you both sat at the kitchen island, eating dinner.

“A work wife?” Bucky looked confused, having never heard the term before, he was already on the struggle bus trying to find the courage to make you his wife, what was this additional fuckery.

“Y’know, like a close bond you have with someone at work and it almost feels like you’re married to them cause you get each other and there’s some banter and bickering in there. Like a wife”

Bucky nodded, it made sense. His relationship with Rosa was sort of like what Tony was describing and he certainly felt a deeper connection with her than just someone else he worked with.

“Pepper says Nat is my work wife but Nat said Steve is her work husband, Cap still doesn’t understand the concept, so we’re all in a bit of an entanglement until further notice”

Your heart started to hammer in your chest. You knew they were all just joking and you kept reminding yourself that Bucky would never, never cheat but...

That’s also what you thought in your last relationship.

When he said they were just co-workers.

When he literally introduced you to her as his work wife.

She was in every single one of his stories.

His day wasn’t complete unless she was in it.

You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt but surely being a work wife didn’t entail sending each other nudes.

You swallowed thickly, trying to calm yourself down before you got ahead of yourself, Bucky was different.

*****

“So...” You fidgeted with your fingers, watching Bucky get ready for work, letting your curiosity get the best of you. “Whats-whats Rosa like?”

“She’s super sweet. We have a lot in common, its incredible. I don’t think I’ve had that type of connection in a long time. She’s caring, she listens, more patient than I am, that’s for sure” Bucky snorted to himself, embarrassed over the number of time’s he had asked her to help him go over the system they used for returns. She didn’t mind, showing him again, every single time.

“Oh” You felt your heart sink, you didn’t know what answer you were expecting from him but his words felt like salt rubbed on a wound. You didn’t want to dump your insecurities onto him, it wasn’t fair when he hadn’t done anything wrong. He gave you a kiss good bye as always before heading out the door.

It was getting late. Bucky was never late. You couldn't fall asleep, your stomach churning at the number of reasons he could be late but nothing brought you comfort.

“You’re still up?” Bucky had walked in quietly, expecting you to be asleep but you were up, reading a book, still waiting for him. “Sorry baby, I got caught up with Rosa, I lost track of time. She really is like my work wife” He strode over to the closer to change out of his clothes, not seeing the tears that had welled in your eyes.

That did it. You couldn't swallow the lump in your throat or mask the sniffles that escaped you. You tried to bite your lips shut but you couldn’t hide the tiny whimpers that slipped through.

“Doll?” Bucky frowned when he heard your soft cries, rushing out to come by your side, his heart racing when he saw how distraught you looked. “Babygirl what’s wrong”

“It’s-it’s nothing, it has nothing to do with you” You shook your head, not wanting to go into the way you had trusted your past boyfriends so much, only to end up hurt every single time. You were practically watching history repeat itself and you hated it.

“Babygirl, talk to me, please” Bucky pulled you into his lap, doing his best to soothe you but it didn’t seem to work.

“W-would-would you ever-ch-cheat on m-me?” You hiccupped between sobs.

“Never doll, I’d never do anything to hurt you baby, you’re it for me. No one else comes close to you. Where’s all this coming from sweet heart”

You sucked in a breath, your body feeling hot, almost embarrassed to tell Bucky about your past relationship but he had to know. You told him about how your ex endlessly spoke about his coworker and how amazing she was. It started off fine. Then he started coming home late. He gave her that glorious title. Then he tripped and put his dick in her.

“You-you said work wife, I guess it just reminded me about him” You shrugged, “I know you like working with her a lot, Its just hard because I trusted him when he said there was nothing between them”

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that baby” Bucky wrapped his arms tightly around you, peppering kisses onto your face. “I promise you it’s nothing like that with Rosa” He could tell by your face you were not convinced even though you were trying hard to believe him. You nodded against his chest, closing your eyes, hoping sleep would help you feel better.

“I think you should me et her” Bucky smiled softly while you blinked up at him, his sweet hopefully eyes looking down at you. “Please?”

****

You gripped Bucky’s hand tightly as he walked with you down the sidewalk, your heart racing while his was jumping with excitement. The bell jingled as he opened the door, the soft scent of books immediately evading your senses, calming you slightly. Soft music from the 40′s played in the background on an old record player.

“Rosa!” Bucky called out, grinning when he heard the tiny footsteps rustling between the rack.

“James! It’s your day off darling” A tiny old lady popped her head from around the bookshelf; she was wearing a soft pink cardigan, her grey hair tucked in a bun and thin gold framed glasses perched on top of her head. She was half Bucky’s height, standing on her toes to pinch on of his cheeks before looking at you with bright eyes. She was adorable.

“Rosa, this is my girlfriend, y/n”

“Oh! I see why you call her a doll, what a sweet heart” She didn’t hesitate to pull you down for a hug, cupping your face gently in her soft hands “He talks about you so much darling”

“Y/n, this is my work wife, Rosa” You felt your cheeks heat up while Bucky smiled bashfully, excited you finally got to meet the people and see the place that brought him so much happiness.

It all made sense now.

Of course she understood him well. Of course he felt happy here. They reminded him of all the things he had missed out on. When he was with them, he felt like he had a small piece of his old self back.

“What are you doing here Barnes” Dave snorted, shaking his head “Here to flirt with my wife again?” An older gentlemen made his way over, cane in hand, dressed handsomely, nudging his wife playfully. “I hired you to work here, not flirt with the punks that come in here”

“We’ve been married 60 years, he still insists we’re just colleagues” She shook her head, elbowing his side while Bucky chuckled, enjoying the typical banter between the two, something he hoped he’d have with you one day.

“When you’re on the clock you work for me” Dave shrugged, giving her a gentle kiss before sitting down and sorting a pile of books. “Shouldn’t have hired this one to work here, he’s been distracting you”

“Can you blame me, look at how handsome he is” Rose threw him a wink before helping her husband while Bucky blushed beside you, walking you through the store. “Handsome little devil”

“He’s a little shit”

“They won’t let me call them Mr. or Mrs or Sir or Mam” Bucky shook his head, thinking back to the utter struggle her had the first week, getting bonked with Dave’s cane every time he slipped up.

“Don’t age me, I’m younger than you, if anything I should be addressing you as Sir, Sergeant. You were already in your 20′s when I was born”

“They’re so sweet” You giggled, squeaking when Bucky tugged you to the back of the store.

“They are” Bucky hummed, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you closer “I-I want that with you some day doll” He whispered, nervous with what he was hinting at.

“and what’s that my handsome devil?” You stood on your toes, kissing his lips sweetly, your heart fluttering while he rested his forehead on yours.

“Be happy with you, love you, grow old with you”

“I want that with you James” You could feel your eyes sting a little, snuggling into his chest, nothing would have made you happier than getting to spend the rest of your life with your soldier.

“Propose to her already!”

“Shut up and let the boy be”

Bucky chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he looked down at you, giving you a few more kisses before spending the rest of the afternoon, cuddled up with you on the couch with some coffee, books, and his mind planning how he wanted to ask you to marry him.

(and eventually he does propose to you. At that very bookstore. Dave and Rosa are 100% at the wedding. They’re more excited than anyone else that their son is getting married because Bucky is like their baby now. Your babies call them grandma and grandpa. Bucky still teasingly calls her his wife and she blushes like a little girl every single time)

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dirtyvulture · 1 year

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Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 2140

Requested by anon: Oh awesome! I'd like to request an abo fic then!

Can I ask for Alpha Natasha x Omega Reader

So, Natasha has always fancied Reader but due to how close Reader is with Steve(hes just a friend. His Alpha insticts just make him very protective for those he cares about) and Natashas inexperience in courting a mate due to that not being a Red Room lesson, she never makes a move.

That all changes at one of Tonys parties though. Steves away on a mission, so when a group of slimy Alphas corner Reader Nat swoops in to save her. They go back to the Alphas room where feelings get admitted and Natasha is able to claim her Omega

I'm sorry if thats too much, got a bit carried away. Hope you like this idea and thanks in advance. Love your work.

AN: Happy ABO April!

Natasha has to look away when Steve puts his arm around your shoulder in a side-hug and you lean into him and laugh at his joke. She can’t even name the things she would give up to take Steve’s place next to you, to have her arm around you and have you laughing at her joke instead. Even though Steve is a close friend of hers, she has always harbored a near-uncontrollable level of jealousy of him because of how close he was to you.

She knows you hardly look at her when she enters a room and the few moments the two of you have had alone, you’re always painfully professional and cordial with her. But at the end of the day, Natasha doesn’t blame you for it. Steve was a better alpha than her, anyway. She didn’t know the first thing about being someone’s alpha, let alone yours, and didn’t think she would be able to satisfy you with her inexperience and hesitancy.

Tony hosts a party that weekend, but Steve is called out last-minute on a mission. You come in alone, looking a little lost without your partner/alpha by your side. Natasha feels like this is her chance to make a move with you, but ultimately, her insecurities win out and she stays by the bar, miserably slamming vodka shots and wondering if she’ll ever be good enough for anyone.

You hadn’t expected to attend Tony’s party solo. Steve was your best friend, surprising you with how well you got along with someone who was old enough to be your grandpa, but he had been nothing but kind and respectful to you. You trusted him with your life and kept no secrets from him, but you didn’t see him as a romantic partner.

There was someone else you wanted, but they always seemed so shy around you, you were beginning to lose hope that anything could ever happen with them.

You find an empty corner in the table and sip a glass of wine, not interested in casual socialization with anyone tonight. You weren’t even sure why you still came when Steve texted you that he was being called to work, but you felt it would be rude to not show up with a legitimate excuse.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You look up as a man slides into the seat across from you. His hair is greasy with gel and his eyes tell you that he’s already a few drinks into the night. There are two friends that stand next to your table, effectively preventing you from just getting up and excusing yourself. You feel your heartbeat pound faster in your chest.

“Where’s your alpha?” the greasy-haired man asks.

“My what?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with us now.” The man laughs, prompting his friends to do the same. You can’t remember ever seeing any of them before, but Tony invites anyone that knows his name, so you can’t narrow down where they might’ve come from at all.

“So you thought you’d come to Stark’s party in hopes that another alpha would come by and claim you?” the man snickers.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” you assert, standing up as the man’s two friends step towards you menacingly.

“Not yet,” the man says. “But you know what would be better than being claimed by one alpha? How about three?” He smiles predatorily.

“Get away from me right now,” you say, your fingers closing tightly around the stem of your wine glass in case you need to smash it over one of their heads.

“Oh, we love a fighter,” the man says. “I hope it’s not just an act--”

“Hey.”

A familiar voice enters the conversation, and you almost melt with relief when you see Natasha Romanoff shove her way between the man’s two friends and offer you her hand.

“I’ve been looking all over for you. Come on.”

You don’t question where she’s going to take you, just eager to get away from these three creepy alphas.

“Whoa, whoa, where are you taking--” the man interrupts.

“Shut it,” Natasha warns. “You’re all done here. Now get out before I have my friends escort you out.”

The man looks like he wants to protest, but when he sees Clint and Bruce eyeing them from the corner of the room, he grabs onto his buddies and pushes them towards the exit.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asks, taking you to the bar and ordering you a glass of water.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks for that. You didn’t have to,” you say, sipping your water with trembling hands.

“I wasn’t going to just stand there and watch them talk to you like that,” Natasha says, and you’re pretty sure this is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with her. The nerves of talking to your crush and what had just happened start to get to you and you feel yourself begin to sweat under your clothes.

Natasha looks at you with concern. “Y/N, are you--”

“Can we go back upstairs? If you’re okay leaving the party early, that is,” you ask.

She doesn’t hesitate. “Sure.”

You don’t miss the way Natasha keeps her hand on your back as she follows you to the elevators and you both go up to the penthouse where the suites are located. But instead of going to your room, your feet take you to Natasha’s, and she doesn’t protest as you sit down on her bed and make yourself comfortable. Her scent, reminding you of the woods with a hint of vanilla, fills the entire room and you instinctively relax, like sinking into a hot tub.

Natasha sits next to you, her scent surrounding her like a cloud, and you can barely focus when she hands you a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” you finally say. “Not just for the water, but also what you did at the party.”

Natasha shrugs. “Steve wouldn’t have been happy if something happened to his omega.”

Her words catch you off guard. “Steve’s omega?” you repeat.

Natasha looks at you. “Wait, are you not--”

“Steve and I are just friends,” you clarify, your heart deflating at the thought that Natasha mistook your close friendship for an actual relationship.

“You two seem very close.”

“We are, but not like that,” you say.

“Oh.” Now Natasha feels dumb.

“I had my eye on another alpha for a while,” you admit, surprising yourself with your boldness. “But I’m not sure if they’d ever make a move on me.”

It takes Natasha a moment, but when she makes the realization, she gasps audibly and stares at you with wide eyes.

“M-Me?” she stammers, unable to believe that you actually want her.

You nod, biting your lip as you look at her. The overwhelming scent of her room is embarrassingly enough to get you going and you feel the wetness pooling between your legs uncomfortably.

“Do you want me?” you ask, leaning forward until your heads are inches apart. You feel her hot breath on your lips and the urge to dive forward and kiss her.

“Since the moment I saw you,” Natasha whispers, surprising herself by taking initiative and closing the distance between you two. Her lips are soft and her lip gloss tastes like coconut. Natasha presses towards you eagerly, her hands closing around your shoulders and gently pressing you to lie down on her bed. “Is this okay?” she asks, now hovering over you.

You swear you’re already gushing at the sight of Natasha on top of you like this. “It’s more than okay,” you assure, tangling your hands in her silky red hair and pulling her in for another kiss.

Natasha practically devours you and you feel yourself ache with an emptiness you know only she can fill. You open your legs to invite Natasha to lie between them and when you feel the heat of her clothed bulge against your center, you can’t even think anymore.

All you want is Natasha buried deep inside of you, filling with her cum, and claiming you as her omega.

You break away from the heavy kisses long enough to remove your clothing and Natasha watches you for a moment before scrambling to remove her own. You moan when you touch your panties and realize how soaked through they are and you know Natasha can smell it by the way her eyes widen.

“Look what you’ve done to me, baby,” you say. “I’m soaking for you.”

“So desperate for me, huh?” Natasha stumbles a little over the dirty talk, but you find it endearing. She pulls down her boxers, her hard cock springing out at an impressive length, the tip red and leaking pre-cum. “Lie back, baby,” she says. “I’ll take care of you.”

Natasha takes her place back on top of you, teasing you by running her cock through your slicked folds. She’s never claimed an omega before and is worried about releasing too early and not being able to satisfy you.

“Fuck, baby, just put it in already,” you beg, the emptiness between your legs almost painful now.

Natasha knows that she won’t be able to deny you much longer. Her cock is throbbing so hard she can’t think of anything else, and after taking your hips in her hands, she lines herself up with your entrance and pushes into you.

Both of you moan at the same time. Natasha is the biggest you’ve ever taken, and while the stretch burns at first, you feel so satisfyingly full you never want her to pull out. You feel complete with her inside of you and when she starts to rock her hips slowly, you claw down her back and hold onto her butt, guiding her to thrust harder.

“Yes, Nat, just like that,” you pant, a moan ripping out of your throat every time her cock rubs through your clenching walls.

“You feel amazing,” Natasha says, her voice tight as she tries not to explode just yet. The way your pussy grips onto her is unlike anything she’s ever experienced and it’s like your body was made just to fit her. “Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N.”

“You do, too. Don’t stop,” you say, listening to the headboard of the bed slam against the wall with every thrust.

Natasha lowers her head to kiss you passionately, looping her arms under yours to pull you into her so she can penetrate you even deeper. Your pussy spasms around her and she moans against your lips, pistoning her hips harder.

“Mine. You’re all mine,” she growls.

“All yours when you knot me,” you remind her, feeling the swelling at the base of her cock when she pushes her entire length into you. As full as you already feel, you can’t wait for her to knot you and pump her seed into you until your stomach swells.

“Are you sure?” Natasha pants, slowing her thrusts to control her release. "Are you sure you want this, Y/N?”

“It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted,” you admit.

It’s the only thing Natasha’s ever wanted, too. To claim you and to be able to call you her omega.

“Okay.” She knows she won’t last much longer and the base of her cock begins to swell. Her thrust become sloppier and you widen your legs so she has room to bury herself all the way. “Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum...”

“Make me yours, Nat,” you beg, digging your nails into her shoulders until you’re sure you’ll draw blood.

With one final thrust that shakes your entire body, Natasha pushes her knot past your entrance and releases her load inside of you. The warmth that fills you is indescribable, and you throw your head back with a moan as Natasha’s cock continues to pulse, shooting ropes of cum deep into your womb. The pressure and fullness is too much and you find your own release at the same time, craning your neck up to clamp your teeth around Natasha’s collarbone and claiming her as she knots you.

Natasha howls at the sting and the delight at you marking her. When she finally stops cumming, she relaxes her weight on top of you and nuzzles your cheek gently. You purr in response, happy to be full of cum and claimed by your alpha.

The two of you lie like that for a long time, until Natasha’s knot deflates and she can pull out, spilling most of her seed onto the bedsheets. You cling to her, feeling the most satisfied and happy you had ever been in your life.

“Thank you, my alpha,” you whisper, kissing the bite mark on her chest.

“I love you, my omega.”

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Get Used to It

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Eddie learns how to paint Y/N's nails so she doesn't have to.

word count: 3215

warnings: none

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"Oh my God, I hate this shit." Y/N groans, flapping her hands in the air.

"What the hell are you doing?" Eddie pulls his gaze away from the campaign he's been working on for the past hour and a half, confused why she was moving about. A movie they had 'stolen' from Family Video was playing in the background, one they'd have to return tomorrow before someone asked for it. Steve and Robin knew exactly where to look now when their computer showed they had the VHS but it was nowhere to be found.

"Drying my nails." She said, but it was not informative to Eddie. He blinked at her, and she chuckled as she walked over to him.

"Explain?" He begged, turning his back to the counter and leaving his full attention on her.

"I painted them, see?" She put her hands out, the pink nail polish shining in the small trailer. After Eddie actually graduated and became a mechanic, Y/N practically moved in. She already had all her stuff there, having moved away from her parents house when they got mad that she was dating a super senior and still took the job they had gotten her of Steve's dad's secretary. She hated it, but it paid the bills that her and Eddie were left with when Wayne announced he was moving to a small apartment close by, leaving the trailer to his nephew. Her parents had forced her into it, wanting to set up her life, but they had all but kicked her out now.

"I do see." He commented, holding her hands like she was a princess and studying her nails. He pulled them toward his face to kiss the top of her hands, but she pulled them away quickly.

"You can't touch!" She yelled, holding her hands close so that he couldn't touch again. "They're still wet!" Eddie groaned like a child, head facing the ceiling.

"Babe," He whined, and Y/N chuckled.

"I don't want to get them messed up! We just have to be patient."

Two minutes later, however, when Eddie was back at his campaign, Y/N had forgotten her own rule.

"I hate doing this. These fuckers never dry!" She closed her eyes as she laid back on the couch, hands finally stilling.

"But they're gonna look so pretty." Eddie got up from the small desk he had put in the living room, walking to the couch and grabbing her hands. This time she let him, not caring because she was so done with her nails.

"I have to pee." She whined, making Eddie laugh. He began to blow on her nails, and she smiled as she opened her eyes and turned to him. "You're the best."

"I know." He smirked, finally getting to kiss the top of her hand. "If you hate this, why do you do it?" He asked, and she just shrugged.

"I like the end result, but I hate actually painting them and then waiting for forever." Y/N sighed, and he frowned.

"Why don't you just go get them done?" Eddie asked, and she looked at him like he had just asked why she had two eyes.

"Babe," She chuckled, looking at him as if he was a child. "We live in a trailer. We don't have money to get my nails done every three weeks." She seemed fine, still smiling as if this was her favorite conversation and they weren't talking about how they were poor. Eddie's eyes widened as an idea popped in his head. He just smiled up at her and continued to blow on her fingers to finish drying.

They didn't have black nail polish. This was a problem.

But it was not going to deter Eddie. He felt like he was put on this earth for Y/N; he would do whatever it took to make her happy.

So, when Eddie walked into the shop that morning, he made sure to wear his spikiest, punk rock outfit. He glared at everyone, not because he was insecure about it, but because he would be damned if anyone made him feel bad for doing something for his girl.

So he went through his day with very little people talking to him, until that bitch came in.

"Hello, ma'am, what can I do for ya?" He asked, elbows leaning on the counter and leaving his dark blue painted nails in full view.

"I don't associate with your kind." The woman crossed her arms and looked up, as if Eddie were beneath her. He was not, and she was going to know about it. "Do you have anyone else I can talk to?"

"My kind?" Eddie stands up straight and crosses his arms, his angry stare going back onto his face. He knew what the lady was talking about. "Get the fuck out." He points at the door.

"Gladly." Eddie rolls his eyes as the woman leaves, looking at the polish. And after everything that happened that day, all he can think is that these look shoddy at best. He's gotta get better if he wants to paint Y/N's nails in three weeks.

When he gets home, Y/N doesn't notice that his nails are painted as she tells him something about the kids, stirring something in a large bowl - probably dinner. He decides to take the polish off with the remover in their room, not wanting to give away his surprise. When he walks back out, Y/N is putting something in the oven.

"How was your day?" She asks, leaning against the the counter. Eddie leans forward to kiss her, and she leans in to deepen it before he pulls back with a smirk.

"Long. A rude customer, but whatever." Eddie isn't interested in his day. "How was yours?" He knows as soon as she lets out a sigh that it was not a good day.

"I'm so tired." She says simply, and that's how he knows it was a bad day.

"Do you wanna take a little nap? I can finish dinner." He tells her, and she sags in happiness.

"You're too good, Eds." She walks around the island to kiss Eddie, and he squeezes her ass to make her laugh.

"I love you," He tells her, letting her go and smiling down at her.

"I love you more." She tells him, going back into the room, sighing as she stripped and laid in bed.

Eddie had no idea how to cook dinner, and he did burn what Y/N was making, but she sleepily ate it without complaining and then made him get in the shower with her before passing the fuck out on the bed, completely naked.

Everyday, after Y/N had left but before Eddie had to go to work, he painted his nails outside, so the smell didn't give anything away in the trailer. If he did well and went fast enough, he had time to take it off. If he didn't, he'd just take it off as soon as he got home, using the cover of a shower to rub his nails with acetone. It worked fine until his off day, the day he had the Hellfire kids at his place. Because it was his day off, he had used a bright nail polish, one that stuck out against his heavy metal look. And then he got ready for the campaign and completely forgot about it.

"Hey, man," Dustin interrupts Eddie, making the table become quiet as everyone stared. They were sitting outside, the only sound the birds chirping. "What the fuck is on your nails?" He hadn't even gotten to the beginning of the campaign, which made him angry enough that he didn't pay attention to what Dustin had actually said.

"You little shit," Eddie stood and put his hands on the table as he stood, moving one to pointing at Dustin. "You know there's no talking when I'm talking." And as he points he realizes that his nails are painted bright pink.

Fuck.

"None of you are gonna say a word of this to anyone. Got it?" He puts on his most threatening look, and almost all the kids nod. Almost.

"Why the hell are your nails painted?" Mike asks, and Eddie closes his eyes and tilts his head in annoyance.

"Because I am in love." Eddie snaps, clicking his jaw. He's going to purposefully go off script to murder these gremlins in this campaign.

"What does that even mean?" Lucas whispers, looking at the others. Eddie sighs, because he knows he's gonna have to explain.

"I am learning how to paint nails, alright? Y/N likes her nails painted but she hates actually painting them, so I'm gonna start painting them for her." Eddie sits back down, hand over his eyes waiting for the shit talking to start.

"That's actually really cute." Gareth said finally, and Eddie looked up to see the rest of the boys staring at him in wonder.

"I learned how to paint nails after everything that happened with Max." Lucas pipes up, and everyone nods. They all remember how Max had to relearn how to do basically everything after breaking as many bones as she did, but no one knew that Lucas had been the one to make sure her nails were painted. Eddie mentally scratches Lucas off the list of shits to kill today.

After that they all play D&D, and no one brings it up again. But Eddie feels a little bit better, and he can't wait for Y/N to want her nails done again.

"If any of you motherfuckers decide to tell anyone and ruin the surprise for Y/N, you're done. Never playin' this game again, got it?" They didn't look too worried, but Eddie was fairly confident that his point got through.

"You're so dramatic." Erica rolled her eyes, just wanting to get on with the game.

"I'm being so serious." He tells them, eyes wide and crazy.

"We know. We won't say anything." Will assures him, and Eddie resists the urge to roll his eyes once more. He knows Will wouldn't say anything, even without a threat. It's Dustin and Mike he's worried about. He'll have to move his plan forward, because the little shits will probably tell Steve or Nancy but leave out the surprise part and then he'll have to kick everyone out of his trailer until he calms down.

So, the next day he has all the colors laid out on the table, a paper towel in the middle, waiting for Y/N to get home. He sits there nervously, TV playing in the background. He almost pisses his pants with nerves when the door opens.

"Oh my God, I'm so glad today is over. Fuckin' J-" She cuts herself off as she looks at Eddie, who is staring at her with the biggest, most adorable look on his face; eyes wide and mouth parted as he sat in front of every nail polish she owned and a couple she had never seen before. "Ed, what," She couldn't even finish her sentence, because she didn't even know what to say.

"I know how much you hate painting your nails and waiting for them to dry and getting polish everywhere," He starts, and her eyes start to get teary as she chokes down her emotion. "So I learned how to paint nails. I can even do it with my left hand." He tells her, smiling widely.

"You've been painting your nails?" She asks, looking at his clean nails.

"I've been taking it off before you get home." He tells her, and she can't take it anymore, she jumps over the coffee table and launches herself into his lap to hug him tightly.

"I can't believe you would do this for me." She whispers into his ear, heart fluttering as he runs his hands up and down her back.

"I love you so much." And in that moment, she knows he's the one. If he would teach himself how to paint nails to surprise her, she couldn't wait for him to paint his daughters nails, or even his sons. He would learn how to do something over and over and over and over just to make his family happy.

She wanted to marry Eddie Munson. Spend the rest of her life with him.

"I love you more." She knew she would never deserve this man.

"And then he blew on my nails while we watched Return of the Jedi. I didn't have to do a thing and look!" Y/N showed her nails to Robin and Nancy, who blinked at her.

"What the fuck?" Nancy asked, grabbing her hand and staring. "Can he talk to Jonathan and teach him?" She asks, looking back up at Y/N.

"I've never dated anyone who could paint nails that good." Robin tells them, taking her turn to look at Y/N's nails. They were plain, just a light shade of yellow that would go perfect with the warming temperature that came with the summer season.

"He taught himself. Painted his nails everyday for, like, a month." Y/N tells them, heart fluttering as she talks about him.

"There's no way." Nancy said, leaning back.

"What?" Y/N chuckled, taking her hand back.

"You won the lottery." Robin finishes Nancy's thought, and Y/N just stares at them as her cheeks heat up.

"Oh, come on, you guys have great partners-"

"If you don't marry that man," Nancy started, finger pointing at Y/N. "Well, I'd say someone else will, but I doubt he'd marry anyone else." Y/N's heart flutters at this, the way it's a well known fact that Eddie is so in love with Y/N that he would never marry anyone else.

"I'm trying." She tells them, the thought of getting married to Eddie making her heart race.

"Why this color, baby?" She asks as Eddie begins to paint her nails white. He'd been painting her nails for months now, and every time he would tell her why he picked that color. White was new. She wasn't even sure she had owned white nail polish, and this bottle looked like it had just been bought.

"Because it goes with everything." He tells her, tongue poking out as he concentrated. "And I may like the difference between the white of your nails and my leather jacket." He tells her, and her heart raced.

"Okay," She tells him, feeling like a pile of goo at his words.

When her nails are dry, they go to bed, but Eddie stays awake. He knows he should go to sleep, that even though they both have the day off it's gonna be a long day and he needs sleep.

But he barely closes his eyes before his girl is on top of him, sun filtering through their shitty curtains and illuminating her face and hair, which is falling forward.

"G'mornin'." He rasps, and she smiles and kisses him.

"Good morning." She whispers against his lips, and he groans, because he knows they're going to be late to their reservations - yeah, he made reservations - at the fancy new place in town. She didn't know about the reservations, because today was meant to be surprise after surprise for her.

"We actually have to get dressed." He tells her, one look at the clock confirming that they did in fact not have time for his favorite activity.

"For what?" She has a dangerous smile on her face, and Eddie has to look away.

"I made us reservations." This makes Y/N pause sitting up on him.

"You made reservations." At his nod, she blinks and nods with him. "Where? The diner?" She asks which a chuckle.

"Uh, no." He tells her, pushing her back onto the bed and getting, up, because otherwise he would never get up. "At Novo's." When he tells her this he can practically feel her confusion.

"Babe," She stares as he begins to strip, getting in the shower.

"You're not following me in here." He calls, locking the door to the bathroom.

"Asshole!" She calls, but he smirks.

Eddie is shaking.

He can't tell if Y/N knows, because she just smiles as she looks around through the park that Eddie had suggested they stroll through.

"Oh, shit, hold on." He starts, replaying his practices in his head. He's never been this nervous in his entire life. Y/N stops and lets him kneel down, and he pretends to tie his shoe. His hand shakes as he reaches into his pocket and grabs the box. When he looks up at her, her eyes are wide and there's a smile on her face. She's not quite sure what's going on.

"Y/N," His voice is shaking, so he clears his throat. "I have never wanted to get married. I didn't think I was cut out for my own family. I thought I was destined to stay in the trailer park. And then I met you."

"Eddie," She whispers, tears beginning to fall down her face.

"For you, I would stay in the trailer my whole life. I want to have a family. I want to get married." He tells her, feeling his eyes begin to water. "Y/N, I love you more than I have ever loved anything. I didn't know this kind of love could exist. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He can't get the words out because Y/N's got one hand over her mouth, the other shaking as she stretches it out to him.

"Yes," She whispers, and Eddie chuckles.

"Baby, I haven't asked you yet." He tells her.

"I will marry you." She says in response,

"You haven't even seen the ring." He watches her let out a watery laugh.

"Oh my God, shut up and put a ring on it." She cries, and he laughs with her, opening the box, putting the ring on her finger and standing to kiss her deeply. Her arms go around his neck as he pulls her waist closer to him, smiles breaking their kiss as their tears mingle.

"I love you so much." He tells her and she just laughs.

"I'd hope so." She kisses him once more before looking at her hand. "You painted my nails white for the proposal." She feels another wave of tears rush down her cheeks and he just kisses her again.

"I'm never going to stop kissing you." He tells her, and she just laughs.

"I'm assuming we have a party to go to." She tells him, knowing he would have Steve throwing a get together at his house very soon, and that they would have to tell the kids then because those little shits wouldn't have kept their mouths shut if they already knew.

"Well, I may have scheduled in some time for us to be alone. Ya know, to consummate the engagement." He tells her, and she just laughs.

"Of course you did." She lets him kiss her again, much too intimate for a park.

"I love you, wife." He mutters, and she feels everything flutter; her heart, her veins, her stomach.

"I love you more, husband." And she feels the moment Eddie has the same reaction.

"I could get used to this." She grabs his hand and pulls him to the van, knowing they were going to have to stop in a parking lot and then go to the party.

"Get used to it, husband."

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golden-barnes · 1 year

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Operation milkshakes, hospital visits and custody of Mr Bear

Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader Summary: Sequel to Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together. Bucky and Reader are finally on their little coffee date, but Amaya gets hurt. Then there's a shared custody to heal a broken arm. {wc: 2.7k} Warning: a bit of bucky being insecure again and a bit of insecurity from reader . Some sexual references bit of tension but its mostly fluff. Amaya gets hurt but it's brief. if you don't like a milf reader pls don't interact I don't want to get hate like last time lmao a/n: I have been writing this for years it seems and I finally am able to finish it and I'm so happy I hope you guys enjoy it. I am gonna try and finish all of my stories this month to be able to do other stuff. I am so sorry if it's shitty as hell, I tried my best to fight the writter's block Reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Is Bucky embarrassed that he has been texting none stop with his student’s mom? Yes, but who will stop him from feeling like he is walking on cloud nine? For the past few weeks, Bucky has been texting you back and forth whenever you had a break.

Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to get that cup of coffee because of work, but Bucky knew he had found his match. Funny, intelligent, and the sweetest person he has ever met.

Fuck, I feel like a love-struck schoolboy. Bucky thinks, cursing at himself while passing the exam papers to his students. Amaya smiled at him, basically giving him a knowing smirk. Holy shit, he feels blackmailed by a 6-year-old.

She has no idea that Bucky and her mom are on a talking stage, but that doesn’t stop her from smirking at her teacher, who her mom has told her auntie that her teacher was cute. And that was enough for her already planning your wedding where she gets to be a flower girl.

Bucky sat down at his desk when he felt his phone vibrate. The notification had your name on it, almost making Bucky jump out of his seat.

Hey, one of my clients canceled for Friday. U wanna get that coffee?

Bucky couldn’t seem to write yes faster. He felt so happy, but shit, what was he going to wear? His closet comprises of henleys and sweaters. The occasional tank tops are there, but they weren’t the norm. He dresses like a middle-aged librarian, and he is proud of it. But, on the other hand, maybe he was overthinking it.

“Dude, it’s a coffee date. Not a Michelin restaurant.” Steve rolls his eyes at Bucky’s rant. Bucky told his best friends about inner turmoil and why he was so stressed. Sam just laughed at him.

“We don’t know about that one Rogers; she is a fancy lawyer for a fancy firm. She’s probably making the big bucks.” Sam winked at Bucky, which made him feel even more stressed.

What if they dated, and she felt embarrassed to show him to her lawyer friends? He is on a New York Public school salary, it’s a miracle he has enough money to live alone, but he was going to be rooming with Steve.

“Sam, stop torturing him, please. I can see the smoke coming out of his ears.” Wanda explained, heating up her lunch and smirking at her extremely stressed friend.

“He is just so fun to mess with.”Sam whined while Bucky couldn’t help but scoff.

“I am glad my suffering is your enjoyment, but I am about to run away to New Jersey and live as a hermit because I haven’t been on a date since college, and I have no fucking clue what to wear. Help me.” Bucky rambles, almost out of breath. Sam bites back a chuckle while Steve just looks worried. Wanda sighs; being the only person with brain cells in the teacher’s lounge is difficult.

“Bucky, wear that brown blazer you wore at my engagement party. Maybe a blue henley underneath. You did say she thought you looked hot in those, so who cares, honestly. “ Wanda Maximoff, the voice of reason to these messy elementary school teachers once again.

Bucky should stop asking these things to Sam and Steve and just ask go directly to Wanda.

(Y/N) wasn't doing that great either. She really liked Bucky; he was a hot guy but caring and smart. He made her laugh with his dorky quotes and references. He was well-read and gave her excellent book recommendations.

More importantly, Amaya loved him. Every day she would show up rambling about something he had done in class that made her very happy. Whether it was telling her a funny story using Mister Bear, Bucky’s teaching assistant that Amaya adored, or handing her a fruit roll-up when the other kids weren't looking. Bucky was her favorite teacher, but it mostly felt like he had taken a father role that she needed.

One thing that made her stress out was how she was perceived. She had been on dates before, and every time the men went home running with their tails between their legs after feeling threatened by her confidence and career.

Being a single mother and a powerful lawyer really fucked over her chances of dating. Apparently, knowing your worth and what you want doesn’t make you that appealing to men, especially these insecure, fragile masculinity-having assholes.

But Bucky seemed different; he knew she had a kid and an influential career and still wanted to date her? He was different.

“You still overthinking this date?” Her coworker and close friend, Jen, asked her. Nat rolled her eyes, knowing (Y/N) like the back of her hand.

“She has been making a pros and cons list on her computer for the past hour. Girl, he likes you. No grown man texts you romantic quotes at 3 am without sending a you up? Text.” Natasha rambles but (Y/N) sighs. She knows what Nat is saying is correct, but still… She didn’t want to make things awkward for ‘Maya.

“She has it really bad, but he seems so sweet. It’s just a coffee date; get to know him in person.” Jen tried to comfort her. She patted her shoulder, sorta giving (Y/N) a side hug.

“Now on to date outfits. I say a plaid skirt and a sweater. The skimpiest skirt you have.” Nat grins evilly.

“It’s a coffee date, not a hookup.” (Y/N) laughs at her suggestion.

“Whatever you say, but that man’s shoulders are so broad that it wouldn’t be surprising if your legs were on them after the night.” Nat shrugs, but (Y/N) and Jenn laugh at the sexual joke.

“I am trying not to give Maya a sibling yet.” (Y/N) threw a piece of paper at Nat.

“Yet is the keyword in that sentence.” Nat winked at her comment.

Bucky was shifting his weight on the chair. They had decided to meet at this cute little café that opened about a month ago. It was right next to a bookstore that Bucky loved so much, and coincidently (Y/N) took Amaya a lot to get her story time books.

“Sorry I am late; traffic was horrible.” Bucky swore his breath was stolen from his chest because the minute he saw her, he felt like his lungs didn’t have air.

“I- uhm, I get it. You look beautiful, by the way.” (Y/N) smiled at his compliment while sitting right before him.

“You don’t look bad yourself.” She winked at the teacher, who started sweating bullets once she began to compliment him.

“Are you ready to order?” The waitress asks the couple. (Y/N) nods while Bucky just looks puzzled at the menu. She smiled at him.

“Give us a minute, please.” (Y/N) said kindly.

“Do you have any idea what you are going to order? If you don’t mind me asking?” Bucky asks sheepishly, but the woman just smiles.

“I am dying to try this plum strudel, especially since Maya isn’t here to steal my pieces. And I need a milkshake.” (Y/N) explained; Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.

“Amaya is a bit of a sugar fiend, isn’t she? I can’t even eat my fruits in peace without her looking at me as if I stole them from her.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) rolled her eyes because she knew her daughter.

“It’s not a shocker. It’s practically my fault. When I was pregnant with her, all I did was eat candy. I have a sweet tooth, but she’s like a sugar monster.” She explained, reminiscing all the pregnancy cravings she had. Bucky laughed at her comment.

“You sure you don’t want coffee?” Bucky asks all of a sudden. Finding it weird that she is ordering a milkshake at a café. She shook her head.

“Oh god, no. It would be my 5th coffee this day. I’ve had back-to-back meetings, and every meeting has a coffee run. Then there’s the coffee between every 15-page contract I have to write.” Bucky chuckles because that seems like he is the same in a completely different way.

“I get you. After grading my 10th paper, I’ve already drank 3 cups of coffee. My record is 7 in one day. I was planning on getting the milkshake too.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) laughed.

“So we are two coffee addicts on a coffee date, but we aren’t gonna drink any coffee. Got it.” (Y/N) smirked at Bucky. He felt his ears getting red. Suck it up, Bucky; she hasn’t even said anything sexual. She is just being funny. Bucky said to himself.

“It appears that we are. I hope you don’t mind, but I’mma order the same thing as you. I love plums. My ma makes the best plum pie I’ve ever eaten.” Bucky rambled, trying to stop himself from buckling under her gaze. Suddenly (Y/N)’s phone rings.

“Hey MJ, what’s up? Oh what? I am on my way.” (Y/N) hangs up, her face turns somber, and her eyes are filled with tears.

“I am so sorry, Bucky, but I have to go. Amaya fell, and the babysitter told me she won't stop crying. Her arm might be broken, and I must take her to the hospital.” She says, gathering up her purse. She was shaking, trying to stand up, but her legs were shaking. Bucky stands up to help her.

“Can you drive?” (Y/N) shook her head, worried because Amaya was always careful. She runs around like any normal kid but is ultra-cautious about getting hurt. Bucky extended his hand, and she grabbed it.

She gave him the directions to her house so Bucky could drive her home. She hadn’t really said anything during the entire ride; Bucky didn’t know what to do, so he did what he did best. Ramble on.

“You know I broke my arm around the same age. But mine was in a fight.” Bucky said, which got (Y/N)’s attention.

“Back when we were kids, Steve was the smallest kid in our classroom, and there was this kid named Tom; he kept pushing him and making fun of him. So one day, I stood up for him and decided I could fight Tom. I should mention that Tom was 2 grades above us, so anyway, he pushed me so hard that I fell. Broke my arm and wasn’t allowed to go to recess anymore. My teacher, Sally, knew that Tom was a bully and got me a lesser sentence.” Bucky told her. She smiled.

“So you were a troublemaker as a kid. Kinda like my ‘Maya.” She joked, smiling, talking about her little girl.

“Oh, Amaya is a little angel in comparison to me. She is manipulative as hell, but she’s a sweet kid. Takes after her mom.” Bucky complimented. (Y/N) sighed at his compliment.

“I tried my best. It’s not easy, you know. Being a single mom. Sometimes I think I don’t do enough and that I am never there, but-”

“Listen, I have been a teacher for a while now. I have seen parents who don’t care and never show up for their kids. You aren’t one of them. I know for a fact that every Wednesday, you take her to a museum or an interactive place. You are her person, and I think you are a fantastic mom. “ Bucky interrupts. He grabs her hand, and she squeezes it. Bucky parks in front of her house. Her big ass house. He keeps forgetting that she is, in fact, a well-paid lawyer.

Amaya did indeed have a broken arm. Bucky had to carry her to the car and into the hospital. He even sat with her when she was getting her X-ray while (Y/N) talked with the doctors.

“I wish all dads were like you. You really made this a lot easier for her.” The nurse said, looking directly at Bucky, who was holding a very tired Amaya. Bucky felt his ears getting warm.

“I’m not her dad.” The nurse scoffed at Bucky’s correction.

“Could’ve fooled me with how she’s so attached to you.” She noted. (Y/N) walked into the room with the doctor.

“Hey, ‘Maya.” The little girl in Bucky’s arms stirred at the sound of her mom’s soothing voice. (Y/N)’s eyes were puffy, probably from crying at seeing her baby in pain. Bucky wanted to hug her and Amaya, but he couldn’t really move with a child in his arms with a broken arm.

“The doctor needs you to sit on the little table over there to check you out.” (Y/N) said, which caused Amaya to slightly shake her head and grip Bucky’s arm with her non-broken hand. (Y/N) looked at Bucky in the eyes, almost pleading with him to help.

“Amaya, if you sit there, you’ll get to take Mister Bear for the entire month.” Bucky wasn’t new to bribing kids, it’s sometimes the last resort, but Bucky knew how much Amaya loved Mister Bear. The little girl smiled weakly and turned to look at her doctor. (Y/N) smiled at Bucky, she mouthed him a thank you. Bucky was sure his cheeks were glowing red.

“Please, Mister Bucky, sign my cast.” Amaya said, giving him a pen to sign her super bright pink cast. Finally, she calmed down after they put the cast on her, and she got to pick a color. Then, they returned to (Y/N)’s house, where MJ, the babysitter, was still in the place, worried for little Maya.

Bucky laughed, signing his name on her cast and adding a roughly made butterfly. Amaya giggled at the butterfly. Bucky didn’t even notice (Y/N) walking towards them.

“How are we gonna do the custody for Mister Bear?” She asks, noticing that Amaya is walking towards MJ so she would sign her cast.

“Well, I use it as a teaching tool, so I have to have it during the day.” Bucky explained. (Y/N) nodded.

“And I can’t pick up Maya this week because I am in court all day.” She added.

“I can bring him over after work if you want. “ Bucky suggests. (Y/N) extends her hand for Bucky to shake it.

“I can agree to that, Mr. Barnes.” She said, smiling at Bucky.

Bucky could die right now, and he would be happy. But who would’ve known that a ruined date could be saved by a shared custody agreement of a teddy bear with a 6-year-old?

For the past week, Bucky brought Mister Bear for Amaya to play with. After giving the girl the bear, he wouldn’t leave the house. Oh no, no. (Y/N) would give him food, and he would even eat dinner with them. They talked for hours about shows, movies, their childhoods, and just everything they could think of with a glass of wine. Amaya would go to bed, and they would stay up talking, even if they had to wake up early.

Bucky and (Y/N) had told Amaya that he was staying over for dinner in exchange for Mister Bear because saying, “Hey, mama and your teacher like each other a lot, but you can’t tell anyone” is too much for a 6-year-old.

What they didn’t count for was that Amaya was too smart for her own good. She knew it was strange that Bucky stayed for dinner and that her mom would wear her “special” perfume whenever Mister Bucky came over. So is this how she’s gonna get a dad? And all she had to do was break her arm.

Bucky was talking to Steve when Amaya approached him with a book. Both men turned their attention to the little girl with the bright pink cast.

“Mister Bucky, Mister Bear and I want to read this book tonight. Could you bring it over later?” Steve’s eyes widened, and he turned to his best friend, bewildered by the revelation made by the kid.

Bucky nodded, trying not to speak because he felt like Steve would have a heart attack if he had verbal confirmation that he was going to (Y/N)’s house every day.

“James Buchannan Barnes, are you sleeping with your student’s mom?”Steve whisper-s creamed once Amaya was out of hearing range.

“I am not sleeping with her… We just eat dinner together, and I bring Mister Bear for Amaya. It’s our custody agreement.” Bucky tried to explain, but Steve looked like the vein on his forehead would pop.

“Fuck Bucky, you are in deep shit now,” Steve whispered. Wait until Bucky tells him he is utterly in love with his student’s mom. Oh shit, what?

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hi!! sorry if this doesn’t come across correctly, i’ve never requested anything before. if it’s alright, can you write a steve harrington x reader blurb that’s him showing her how to give a blowjob? sorry again if that’s too weird, thanks!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nothing is too weird for the buffmeiester (it's me, I'm the buffmeiester, lol hi I'm buffy).

Steve Harrington CD mix! .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

you were half a virgin. I know I know, that makes zero sense, but you were. you only had sex once and you don't think it should count. when steve found out, he pretty much laughed at how stupid the terminology was. "what does it even mean to be half of a virgin?" he panted out after laughing hysterically. the reason you wouldn't count the last encounter as your defloweration was because there was no foreplay, no oral, or hand anything. pretty fucking boring.

Steve thought the same. you don't know how you both reached this conclusion but soon you started making bets that turned rather personal. Steve had generously offered to show you how to give someone a blow job since you claimed that if someone taught you, you wouldn't feel so insecure about how you performed. you were hesitant at first, but then you remembered how Steve was your first kiss back in middle school, and the two of you were still friends. you had faith that nothing was going to change.

yet, things were weird at first. you've seen Steve naked before (on accident, or when you both are changing to go swimming) it was never weird like that. this time, you couldn't help but feel a pang of awkwardness settle in your stomach, considering you were on your knees right in front of him. "okay so, you're gonna want to slowly jack off the guy, right, make sure he's-" "-hard? yeah steve, I know." you mumbled as your hands snatch steve's cock away from him.

"j-just wanted to be sure you knew." Steve breathes out, watching your hand slowly work up and down the base of his cock. you couldn't help but feel it harden and twitch in your hands, seeing Steve's mouth slowly open as he glances over at you; the look on your face as you contemplated what to do next. "don't like shove it in your mouth, you have to tease the tip before going all in."

"Like...this?" you ask, before slowly running your tongue across his tip, softly pressing down and making your tongue adjust to the bell of his tip, how pink and pulsating it was already. "y-yeah." Steve squeaked out, repressing his moans as his cheeks turned red. "like that...you sure you need me to teach you how to do this?" he nervously laughed.

the more you teased his tip, the more and more Steve began to unwind and become more vocal, soon you started working towards his base and played with his balls (which you laughed about, not at him, just at the idea of it, which made Steve beyond flustered). before you knew it, you couldn't help but feel yourself get excited at the thought of Steve returning the favor; squeezing your thighs as the sensation of pleasure drove you to show Steve how good of a teacher it was. "it will never be weird between us" but you always assumed that was going to be a problem on Steve's side of things. not yours.

Steve was past the point of pretending that he offered this as a friend, that this was all a nice gesture. five minutes into the whole thing, Steve caves, and starts calling you pet names; baby, honey, sweetie, princess. It all starts going to your head, then straight to your cunt as things progressed. then, Steve yanks your hair, pulling you back from his cock, saliva drooling down your chin as your lips shimmered; your lip gloss managed to stay on. He makes you look up at him.

"Relax your neck, baby." he coos, his cock hitting your cheek. you could feel his whole 'king steve' persona shine through when he tells you that. before slowly directing your head back on his cock, his hips start to jerk a little once your lips reattached themselves back onto his cock. he maneuvers your head as he starts fucking your throat, your face turning red as spit coaxed your cheeks and chin. tears reached the rims of your eyes as he groans loudly. "take me just like that honey-" he growled as you stared up at him in a daze. "you're such a faster learner, huh?" he raspily said.

before you knew it, Steve cums down your throat, causing you to lightly gag as he slowly pulls out. cum slowly seeping out of your lips as you tried to swallow it all. you didn't think he'd cum so much. he breathes heavily pulling you away from his cock.

"mhm...I think I just fixed your 'half-virgin' problem."

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mythos-writes · 2 years

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Jealous Boy

Billy Hargrove x (Female) Reader

Plot: Steve thought it was a good idea to talk up (Y/N), but when Billy sees this, he is anything but happy…

Word Count: 765 (Blurb)

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(Y/N) was sitting on the gym bleachers, waiting for Billy to finish with his basketball practice. They had a cute little afterschool date planned where they would go study, or at least try to, at the dinner and then go see a drive-in movie. She was super excited to spend some quality time with Billy.

As she was getting to a good part in her novel, a shadow blocks the light from the gym. She looks up to see Steve Harrington standing above her.

“Hey,” he says with a smile. (Y/N) closes her book hesitantly.

“Hi,” she replies, very weirded out by this newfound attention.

“What you reading there?” he questions, gesturing to the now-closed novel. She looks down at the cover before meeting his eyes again.

“Umm, it’s ‘The Handmaid Tale’. It’s a new book that just came out,” she states, still really uncomfortable with his attention being on her. Steve moves from standing to sitting beside her.

“It is any good?” he asks, scooting closer to her. (Y/N) was about to answer, but she saw her boyfriend angrily walking over.

“I thought I told you already to back off Harrington,” Billy’s voice bellows through the gym.

“I wasn’t going anything, Hargrove. I was just asking her about the book she was reading,” Steve defends. He stands up from his spot, trying to square up to Billy, but Billy wanted to just deck him.

“Billy, he isn’t worth it,” she whispers, not wanting to see a fight between the two.

“Come on (Y/N), let's go,” Billy pushes, but she quickly gets her things and goes to his side. Steve just watches at the couple walks out of the gym,

They made their way to the diner, wanting to forget about the little ‘stunt’ Steve pulled. They had ordered a drink each while starting to work on their school work. As (Y/N) worked, Billy was still thinking about what he had seen in the gym. He didn’t like seeing Steve that close to her. Billy had never been jealous of someone, but for some reason, he had gotten jealous of Steve.

He just studied (Y/N) while she looks between her notes and he textbooks.

“If you keep staring, you will burn a hole into my head,” (Y/N) comments while not moving her eyes from her paper. Billy huffs, fidgeting with his pen, still watching her. She looks up from her paper and see’s that he was deep in thought.

“Are you ok?” she questions, reaching out to grasp his hand, grounding him.

“I didn’t like it,” he replies.

“Didn’t like what?” She questions him again. Billy starts to fidget with her fingers now.

“I didn’t like the way he was flirting with you,” he finally confesses. (Y/N) dropped her pen before moving to the same side of the booth, sitting beside Billy and pulling him into a hug.

“Oh, babe. It’s ok to feel that way,” she says, trying to calm him down, still holding him.

“Sometimes I wonder why you’re still with me,” he confesses, moving away from her a little. (Y/N) was shocked by Billy’s words, she never thought that Steve Harrington would’ve made him jealous and insecure.

“Billy, look at me,” she says, gently grasping his chin, making him look at her.

“I would never leave you for Steve or anyone in this no-good town. I chose you and you are going to be stuck with me as long as you will have me,” she firmly states. His eyes look down to the table, not wanting to meet hers.

“And besides, Steve can never beat my super hot and sexy boyfriend,” she comments, moving back to her original spot. Billy smiles at her compliment.

“Well, it helps when I have a super hot and sexy girlfriend,” he says, his confidence coming back. She smiles at the compliment, feeling her face grow hot.

“If you keep this up, you might get a reward for ‘protecting me’,” she says with a suggestive look. His smile grows wider before packing his things up.

“Babe, what are you doing?” she asks. He then starts to pack up her things, confusing her even more.

“Well, the faster we get going, the faster I can wow you,” he says with a wink, paying for their things before pulling her out to his car. She just rolls her eyes, knowing deep down that it still bothered him, but he knows that she loves and cares about him and that he loves and cares for her.

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Lampshade - s.h.

Based on this request. This ended up way longer than a blurb so I decided to post it on its own. I got a little teary writing this one---hit close to home for me. Hopefully I did your request justice anon

Summary: After an encounter with your high school bully, you're reminded that you don't have to be alone with your insecurities.

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!plus-size!reader

Warnings: fatphobia, insecurities, self-doubt, bullying, arguing (happy ending!) Steve is the sweetest angel baby mkay?

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You feel like a lampshade.

It's been a long time since you've dared to set foot at a party. The last one had been Eliza Meyer's eleventh birthday party at her house. A kid had eaten too much ice cream and threw up on the carpet.

Tonight's party isn't much different. Whoever's house it is, it's already trashed.

Maybe you should've fought harder to do literally anything else this weekend, except Steve's puppy eyes are brutal. And you can't deny the guilt you feel already, forcing him into trips to craft stores and the bookstore instead. Steve deserves a girl who can have fun. It's only been a year since Steve was King Steve. You know you're part of his fall from grace. You know that. You never fucking forget it, frankly.

But you feel like a lampshade. Dimmed light, hidden. As insignificant as wallpaper. As tiny as a fly.

You're used to taking up space; used to telling yourself that it's okay you take up space. That you deserve to exist just the same as anybody else.

But this is not your place to take up space. You don't belong here.

Steve is getting drinks. You'd opted to stay in the living room, not wanting to attempt navigating a kitchen full of drunk young people. Steve had kissed your cheek and promised a swift return.

"Hey!"

You turn. French manicured nails curl around a red plastic Solo cup. Andrea Burgess has the same big hair you remember from high school, hairsprayed and teased to the heavens. She will probably marry some schmuck and pop out three or four viper babies who have her fire hazard hair. Poor kids.

Andrea is all smiles, razors hidden beneath pearly whites. You remember how she'd dumped pudding over some poor band kid's uniform in junior year. How she'd terrorized girls in the locker room. How she'd terrorized you.

Maybe she doesn't remember you.

"Didn't think this was your scene, Y/N."

No such luck.

You nod tightly, praying she'll leave you be.

"Aw, c'mon. Nothing to say? I know your mouth is big enough for extra cafeteria pie. Surely you can spare a hello."

"Leave me alone, Andrea," you say.

Her eyes light up. She loves when her victims beg.

"Heard you're going out with Steve Harrington now. Like, I knew you were pathetic, but I didn't know you were a liar."

"It's not a lie. Steve's my boyfriend."

That only fuels the fire. You've seen the bitter jealousy before. Girls have no idea what the hell Steve is doing with someone like you. They're confused, then angry, hurling daggers with their eyes. You never mention it to Steve. You can't bear to see realization in his own eyes. He'll wake up from a fog. They're right. What am I doing with you?

Andrea laughs. "What, as like, charity work?"

Your eyes begin to burn. Where are you, Steve?

"Leave me alone, Andrea." Your voice is weaker now and sounds more like a plea.

"What're you gonna do? Chase me down?"

You are a lampshade. You are a feather floating in the wind. High school is past you. Andrea means nothing.

Oh, but her words hurt. You've always been sensitive, too soft. Steve thinks you're a dream. You feel like a raw nerve.

"You know, Steve used to make fun of you too."

Your blood runs cold. Andrea clocks your reaction and keeps going.

"You think he was above that? Look at who he dated. I mean, God, Nancy Wheeler's not winning any prizes, but she's tiny."

Nancy is beautiful. She's also incredibly smart and has become something of a friend. But that voice has always been there, sounding suspiciously like Andrea Burgess. A reminder that Nancy had Steve first for a reason.

"S-Steve would never do that."

Your voice wobbles. You're trying to be strong but you can't. You'd hoped all these years would've toughened you up but you can't do it. The Andreas of the world will break you every time.

"Called you every name in the book," Andrea informs you keenly. "Big girl and built like a linebacker. He was real creative. You're a joke to him, Y/N. He'll get you out of his system and move on."

Steve has never mentioned your weight or appearance. Kindly, he calls you beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, sweet, lovely. He akins you to a shrinking violet, a flower that just needs a little coaxing to bloom. He asks for you to let him take you shopping. You never seem to want to go shopping with him. Baby, how come we don't go to the mall? I have style, I swear!

You don't mention your weight to him in fear he'll notice. Steve will notice, and then he'll realize what a huge mistake he's made. So you keep quiet. Maybe he won't know. Maybe you'll get to keep him. Steve is a patch of golden sunshine in this hellhole.

You love him. The thought, however frightening, is there, real and true. You don't want to mess this up. You'll suck in your stomach and cover all the mirrors if that's what it takes.

"He's already ditched you," Andrea continues cruelly. "Probably glad to be rid of the dead weight."

You can't take anymore. You run.

Andrea doesn't follow you. There's too many people in the hallway and your vision is blurring fast. You go upstairs, blindly checking doors. Your hand hovers over a knob to a bedroom. The thought that Steve is inside with someone else briefly crosses your mind. You sprint down the hall, away from that thought.

You find the bathroom and lock the door. Then you sit on the toilet lid. And you cry.

You try to keep quiet. The bass from the speakers thumps below, but still. You can't risk anybody finding you. Least of all Steve. Steve would ask you about what happened. Steve would want to fix it, because Steve always wants to make things better.

You can't be fixed. He can't know.

Your nose is snotty, tears clumping in your lashes. You grab the edge of the window sill and cry harder. Your chest aches from lack of air but you can't stop.

You have to calm down if you want Steve to take you home. You'll need an excuse, though. Sick, you feel sick. You threw up. Steve won't question that. He'll touch your forehead and coo and you'll never have to talk about tonight.

You scrub your face with cold water. Your eyes are puffy from crying and you can't smooth your frown no matter how hard you try. You wipe your face with toilet paper.

You can't look in the mirror too long or you'll break and start crying again. So you spin on your heel and unlock the door, slipping out. The hallway is still empty. All of the noise is downstairs. Your secret is safe.

Steve will likely be searching for you. Hopefully, you haven't been gone too long. You can say you got lost, or caught up with an old friend. You're a terrible liar, especially to Steve.

Andrea's words creep back in. Maybe you're lying to yourself too.

You wipe your nose with a knuckle and swallow. You just need to keep it together for another hour. Then you're home free.

Steve looks like he belongs here. Two cups in hand, coolly perched on the edge of the armchair, Steve Harrington is certainly somebody's king.

Andrea touches his arm and giggles. Steve's barely looking at her. A wave of nausea turns your stomach.

He sees you and stands, shaking her off. But it's too late. You're out of Steve's system.

"Y/N? Baby, where are you g—"

You barrel through the crowd by the front door. You don't care about your jacket in Steve's car. You'll walk home if that's what it takes. Anything to get away.

It's more than chilly tonight. But the air feels good on your face, hot tears having returned. You scrub furiously at them.

You should've known. Why hadn't you seen it? You know better than to let your guard down around somebody like Steve Harrington. To think he could want you. Who are you? You're never making that mistake again.

"Y/N!"

Steve is running. Of course you had to go and fall in love with a guy who's athletically inclined.

You pick up your pace.

"Go 'way, Steve!" you hiccup.

Your voice is hoarse and raw from crying. You know Steve can hear it.

"Y/N, honey—"

"I'm walking home," you shout, voice cracking. You ache so bad. You want to stop and break right there on the sidewalk.

He catches your elbow. You wrench your arm away. When you turn, Steve looks like he's been slapped.

You keep wiping your eyes but the tears are coming too fast now.

"Y/N, what happened? Tell me what happened," he begs.

You cry harder and bend, holding your arms. Steve steps forward, hands fluttering over you.

"Baby, baby. Please, I need you to breathe, please. What hurts? Tell me what hurts."

"I'm your joke," you grit through tears. "You've got me out of your system."

"What?" Steve gasps. "What are you talking about?"

"Look at me!" You're too loud. You've never been this loud with Steve. "Look at the fucking big girl! Did you have fun?"

"Y/N." Steve looks like he's close to breaking. His eyes are glassy. "Please stop. Please. Don't call yourself that. Was it her in the chair? I pushed her away. I don't even know her name, I—"

"Her name is Andrea Burgess. And you're all the same. You lie," you grit. "I love you and you love girls like Nancy. You would’ve laughed at me back then and you—you—"

Your hands ball into fists. Steve gently takes your wrists. You want to fight, want to push. But you can't. You're not strong enough. So you collapse.

Steve holds you like you might float away if he doesn't. You cry into his shirt, clutching fistfuls of fabric. Steve folds over you, shielding you from it all. He rubs your back in slow circles.

"I'm sorry," you sob. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Baby, stop. Y/N. Sweetheart. Stop, stop it."

Steve takes your face in his hands, thumbs wiping your cheeks. He kisses your forehead ever so gently. More tears spill.

"I'm not strong enough for her," you choke. "She got in my head. I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Y/N, hey, hey, no. I should've been there. God, I'm so sorry. You don't have to face this alone. Whatever she said isn't true. You're not a–a joke."

Steve looks like the word makes him sick. Your arms curl around his neck. He cradles you like you're something precious.

"I don't want to lose you," you whisper. "I'm sorry I said those things. You've only been good. You deserve better."

"Baby, you're not gonna lose me," Steve replies brokenly. "Is that what you think? That I'll leave?"

"I wouldn't blame you," you sniff. "You could have anybody. I couldn't even go to one party without ruining it."

"You did not ruin anything. Okay? She said those terrible things. None of it is true. You are not a joke or something to get out of my system or any other horrible shit she said. I don't—I'm not like that. I would never hurt you."

"I know you wouldn't," you say shakily. "I know, I know. She said you teased me and I know you didn't, I know that."

"But there were people like me who did," Steve says quietly.

You sag. "You're not like them."

"I could've been. If I hadn't gotten some sense knocked into me..."

Steve shudders and tightens his grip.

"Is that why you didn't tell me?" he asks.

"I... no, I know you're a good guy, Steve. I just—I was scared. I am scared. You might wake up one morning and decide you can do better than me."

"Hey. Listen to me." Steve backs up slightly so you can see his face. "You are the most incredible person I have ever met. Nothing is going to change that. Okay? You're beautiful and I love you. I love you. Not despite anything. I love you for you."

Your eyes burn again. You bury your face in Steve's arm.

"I didn't mean that stuff."

"I know," he murmurs, cheek on your head. "It's okay. I can't—I don't know what that kind of hurt feels like. But I know I'd never want you to feel it. So will you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you'll tell me if you’re feeling like this?"

The wind cuts through with a whistle. You don't feel it with Steve around you. He rubs your arms.

"I promise," you nod.

"Thank you," he says and gently tilts your chin. "D'you want me to pull the car around?"

You shake your head. "That's okay. I wanna walk with you."

Steve takes your hand.

"Next time we'll go to the bookstore," he promises.

"I don't wanna force you to go," you sigh. "You like these parties."

He shrugs, kisses your temple.

"Nah. Party Steve was a long time ago. 'Long as I'm with you, I'm good. I've got you."

You smile and kiss him, bumping your nose with his. Eventually you pull away. Steve clears his throat, suddenly bashful.

"So back there... you, uh, love me?"

Your eyes widen, heart pounding. Don't back down. You're safe here.

"Yeah," you say softly. "I do. I meant to tell you in a far nicer way, I swear."

"You could... say it again?"

You grin. "I love you."

Steve is sunshine. No more hiding in the dark for you.

"I love you too, baby. So much."

And your insecurities won't disappear overnight, true. But you won't face them alone. Not anymore.

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once-upon-an-imagine · 1 year

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Hello🤍 just saw your celebration post sooo….. CONGRATULATIONS 🥳🤍 since you asked for a hurt/comfort Scenario with our favorite character here’s my idea (sorry it’s probably gonna be really long) : I’m a sucker for both Steve and Eddie so my choice is gonna be steddie🥰 ok so I was thinking maybe the reader and steddie just moved in together, but since they all work at different times, they don’t see each other very often (maybe reader is a nurse and does nightshifts or something). So she misses a lot of dates or even an anniversary and she is scared they’re gonna pull away from her or even break up with her (she probably feels like it’s already happening and thinks it’s all her fault, something like that). I would love it REALLY angsty but with a happy ending please <3 Since I’m not creative enough to also think about an ending, I’m gonna leave this to you❣️❣️

aaahhh! thank you sooo much, love! also, I love this!!! Warnings: none really, reader feeling a bit insecure about her relationship Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things 😊 gifs aren't mine 😁

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Date Night

You dragged your tired feet all the way up the three stores that led to the door of your new apartment where you had moved in with Steve and Eddie a few months ago. You looked at the time on your watch and saw that it was already 1 am and you cursed yourself silently. When you opened the door and walked inside your heart started breaking as you saw the still set up table with the half-eaten food and half-melted candles. And then it broke entirely when you saw Steve asleep on the sofa with Eddie curled up to him, resting his head against Steve's chest as one of your favorite movies still playing on the tv. You missed another date. A date they had already moved once because you couldn't make it last time.

You blew out the candles and started cleaning up. It was the least you could do. After you put away the food and cleaned up the dishes, you walked over to wake Steve and Eddie up but couldn't bring yourself to do it. They looked so peacefully beautiful. You sat down on the coffee table and smiled at your boys. You loved them so much. And you missed them so much. You had started a new rotation at the hospital you were working as a nurse and you felt like you saw less and less of them each day. They were always beyond understanding about you missing dates or being late, and they did whatever it took to make time with you. But deep down you were terrified that they would get tired of it. They would start to get annoyed about you missing special dates. They would start spending so much time without you, they will just get used to it and maybe even prefer it that way.

You decided to stop overthinking because you were exhausted and you needed to wake them up or their necks would hurt horribly when they did. You moved closer and softly ran your hand through Steve's hair. You saw him slowly move his face and his eyes fluttering open. He smiled sleepily at you looking adorable.

"Hey, sunshine, you're home" he said, moving carefully to not wake Eddie up. He scootched closer to give you a small peck on the lips.

"Hi" you smiled back at him.

"Are you hungry? There's still food-" he said starting to get up but you stopped him.

"No, I'm okay, love" you insisted. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you up but I didn't want your neck to hurt-"

"Princess?" you heard Eddie's hoarse voice as he brushed his hand against his eye and he sat up. "You're home!" he said, happily giving you a small kiss. "Are you hungry-?"

"N-no, I'm okay" you smiled. "I already cleaned up-"

"Sweetheart, you didn't need to do that. We were waiting for you so we could have dinner with you" Steve told you.

"N-no it's okay. It's late and I know you guys probably have to get up early tomorrow so... don't worry about it" you smiled sadly at him.

"Are you sure? Did you have dinner tonight?" Eddie asked you.

"Yeah" you nodded. It wasn't entirely a lie. You had eaten a PB&J sandwich about what felt like ages ago. But you did not want them to stay up late just for you because it was your fault you missed the date. "You two should go to sleep, I'm just going to shower really quick, okay?" you said, kissing each one of them before getting up.

As soon as you walked into your bathroom, tears started falling down your cheeks. You didn't know exactly what it was. You felt overwhelmed. You loved your job, and you were happy but you suddenly felt you didn't see Eddie or Steve anymore. They both worked all day and now you were working all night. And it was very rare that two of you had the same day off. You didn't want to bring this upon Eddie and Steve, especially this late at night, so you decided to pull yourself together before you went out.

You put on your favorite pajamas and walked out of the bathroom expecting to find your boyfriends already asleep but instead you found them sitting awake waiting for you. Steve had a cup of tea in his hands and Eddie a plate of the pasta you had put away earlier.

"Why are you two still up? It's late and you two should-"

"We know there's something bothering you" Eddie said.

"And we're not going to sleep until you talk to us, sweetheart" Steve said, patting the spot between him and Eddie as he put the mug down on his nightstand.

"We also know you didn't have dinner" Eddie said as you sat down and Steve grabbed your favorite plush blanket to put it over you.

"How do you always know that?" you asked, glaring at him as he gave you the bowl of pasta and kissed your forehead.

"You have a tell" he smiled. "So, what's going on, princess?"

"Nothing" you mumbled as you started picking your pasta. "I'm really sorry I missed our date tonight" you said, not looking at either one of them.

"Is that what this is about?"

"It's okay, love, we know you were working" Eddie smiled at you.

"We can have it another night" Steve suggested.

"No!" you said upset and putting your plate down.

"No?"

"No, I didn't mean that. I just..." you sighed, feeling your eyes water a little. "You keep moving dates for me and I keep being late or sometimes I can't even be there at all, like tonight and I miss you two so much and even when I'm here I'm always exhausted and I don't want-" you sighed. "What if one day you stop being okay with it?" you asked as tears fell down your cheeks.

"What?" Eddie asked, confused as he brushed his tears away with his thumb.

"Sweetheart, that is not going to happen-" Steve assured you, moving closer to you and hugging you.

"You don't know that" you said, looking up at them.

"Yes, we do" Eddie insisted. "Princess, you didn't miss date night because you were off doing some random shit or because you just blew us off. You were working" he told you. "And we know your job is really important!"

"Yes! And we are so proud of you!" Steve added. "We know how hard you work and we just want to be here for you and take care of you however we can" he insisted.

"Like making sure you have dinner" Eddie added. "Love, you don't have to worry about us."

"I'm just really sorry I keep missing our dates! I love you two so much and I'm just scared that you're going to start to pull away from me or just get mad or bored for waiting all the time and-"

"Love, slow down" Steve said, pulling you closer. "We're not gonna pull away from you" he said, kissing your head.

"Yeah, if anything this just makes us want to be even closer to you when you are here so we can spoil you" Eddie said, kissing your cheek and making you laugh just a little.

"Just promise us you will talk to us when you're feeling like this, okay? We don't want you to deal with this alone" Steve insisted and you slowly nodded. "We'll figure something out" he smiled.

"We promise" Eddie smiled too, making you smile as well. "Are you off tomorrow? You'll get to sleep in" he said as he grabbed the bowl of pasta again and gave it to you.

"I am" you nodded before you took some of the food. "Oh my God! This is amazing" you smiled at Eddie, knowing he had cooked.

"Hey, I'm off tomorrow too!" Steve said happily.

"Me too!" Eddie said excitedly.

"What? Seriously? We're all off tomorrow? I don't think that's ever happened before!" you said, smiling brightly at them. "So we... all get to sleep in?"

"Looks like it's your lucky day, princess" Eddie said, throwing his arm around you as he took the empty bowl from your hands and Steve handed you the cup of tea.

"See? It's already fixing itself up" Steve said, kissing your temple. "You have us all to yourself tomorrow. What would you like to do?"

"I want to make breakfast for you" you smiled.

"You don't have to make breakfast for us- ouch!" Eddie stopped when Steve smacked him on the back of the head.

You were probably the worst cook out of the three of them but Steve knew you were doing this because you still felt bad for not being there tonight.

"We would love for you to make breakfast, sweetheart" he said, kissing your cheek.

"I'll help you" Eddie said, kissing your other cheek and ignoring Steve glaring at him.

"Thank you" you said, giving each of them a kiss on the lips before Steve took your mug and put it on his nightstand. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth" you said, getting out of ed and to the bathroom quickly.

When you came back, you found them both already sound asleep with your spot saved in the middle. You crawled back into bed in between them and kissed each one of their foreheads before you felt Eddie's arms wrap around your waist and you rested your head on Steve's chest.

"I love you so much" you whispered, closing your eyes.

"Me too" Eddie said, kissing your shoulder.

"Me three" Steve whispered, kissing your forehead.

The End

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A/N: hope you liked it xD

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harlowtales · 10 months

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Tonight was THE night. Jack was having a private Private Garden after party and somehow one of your friends got some strings pulled to get in. Even though you didn’t really look it you were older than them and although you loved Jack, you weren’t sure you wanted to go to an after party with a bunch of kids. You had your fun at the show, but your friends dragged you out past your bedtime when you’d rather be curled up with a good book. Leaning against a wall in a dark corner of the party Jack’s friend Phil spotted you and went to report to Sunni and the guys that “a real baddie” had walked in. “Dude.” Phil told Sunni already a little tipsy “Something real fucking sweet just walked in.”

“Oh yeah?” Sunni said “Where…oh shit” he said when Phil pointed you out to him. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll take it from here.” He said checking his breath.

“Um I think I got this.” Urban said stepping in front of Phil and Sunni. Jack hadn’t arrived yet.

You had you hair in a sleek ponytail with cute baggy jeans, a Jack Harlow tshirt and New Balance sneakers. Your friends criticized you for dressing so “old skool” but the guys were really digging it.

Suddenly the lights went dimmer and you joined your friends on the dance floor. Jack entered the party and immediately you were pointed out to him because everyone was talking about you. All the girls were dressed up but you. You looked fresh and cute but really you just wanted to enjoy the show and weren’t too concerned about what you were wearing. You had on your fave perfume and earrings so nothing else mattered. Jack could see everyone wanted a piece of you. Talk behind the DJ booth was who had dibs. He hung back a bit and waited to see what would happen. He was the alpha male there so wasn’t too concerned things would eventually work in his best interests. He decided to let his boys get worked up about you and then make his move.

“Shout out to girls that wear concert T’s and baggy jeans.” He said into the mic as he started to spin his own tracks and half-perform the songs. Up this close he was much better looking than you even thought and very tall. You had no idea what was transpiring behind the DJ booth. You blushed when he said that.

“I think there’s a room in the back…” Copeland said

“Naw I ain’t fucking nobody with y’all around. You will definitely feel insecure because of my massive dick and that wouldn’t be fair.” Phil said with a straight face. Out of all the guys he was not the one that pulled all the ladies as he was ginger and chubby.

Trap Steve chimed in “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree with Phil. I say we go at it one-by-one and no shady shit like making her wasted. She says no and all bets are off.”

PART 2

“Hey.” You heard a deep south smooth as bourbon voice say to you.

You turned around to see Urban looking at you like a whole snack but he was warm and friendly. Any other guy you probably would’ve rolled your eyes. “Hey.” Is all you could manage to say back.

He was even more handsome in person with a T-shirt completely open at the sides exposing his toned body. He flashed a sexy grin. “Where you from?” He asked sweetly

“Not here.” You said cooly. You were leaning against the bar casually sipping your drink trying to process Urban fucking Wyatt talking to you…INTERESTED in you. You had to play this cool.

Urban was instantly turned on by your attitude. He leaned over and whispered in your ear “You want to go somewhere and talk?”

“Naw. I’ve got god with me and he’s telling me things” you said with a smile.

Urban started howling. “Oh I’m going to get to know you better for sure.” He said

The guys saw Urban getting somewhere with you and sent Sunni and Copelan in. “Good evening beautiful” Cope said as he sauntered up to you.

Urban looked them up and down. “Sup fellas.” He said less than enthusiastically. Even though this was part of the plan, Urban took to you right away and was feeling territorial. Sunni took your hand and kissed it. Urban raised an eyebrow.

“Ok fellas I’m not some little twit. What’s the deal?” You said looking right at all of them. There was no way in this club with all these 20 somethings running around in skimpy dresses and BBL’s that they were all about you.

“Ughhh….well…we like your shirt is all.” Phil offered from the side. “Where did you get it.” He said awkwardly.

“Where did I get a Jack Harlow T-shirt?” You asked him “uhhh a Jack Harlow show.” you said making Phil blush in embarrassment. “Look fellas clearly you have some bet going on but I have to get back to my friends.” You were annoyed. Something was up and you didn’t appreciate it.

“Look.” Urban said reaching out and stopping you. You looked at his hand on your arm and felt an electric pulse down into your private space locking eyes with him. “Fellas, can you leave us alone please.”

“Do you trust me to follow me?” He whispered close up to you.

In spite of your best efforts you said “Ok”

Jack was watching all this with that side grin that showed his dimple from the club balcony waiting on Urb to make you comfortable. Urban led you down a hallway. The thumping music and lights were fading the further down the hallway you went. He led you into a room like a green room with a couch, a mini-bar, and a pool table. “You want a drink?” He asked you

“Yes please.” You said softly and politely. He felt himself starting to rise at your softness.

“Here’s the deal.” He said seeing that you were a straight shooter. “We like you. All of us. Even Jack.” He said. You stopped sipping. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “We would make sure you were comfortable and no funny shit. One by one. We want you. You down? We won’t hurt you.”

“What? This what you guys do? No I won’t do that. No way.” You said shaking your head and heading for the door. Urban moved in front of you. You looked up at him locked in this moment where both of you just stared at each other. He took your face in his hands and gently kissed you. He turned up the intensity as he tasted you with his tongue.

You completely let go and your tongue became intertwined with his in a delicious dance. His long curls cascading over you. His full cherry lips were so pillowy drawing you in. “We won’t hurt you.” He said. We need you. I….need you. He said passionately as he rubbed noses with you. We need something fucking real. Tired of the fake shit. Please do this and we will look after you.”

“Urban I….I don’t know this is just.. a lot.” You weakly protested.

“I know but we can’t help what we like and we all want you and we tend to get what we want.” He said now forehead to forehead with you.

“What will happen to me? What about Jack?

“Jack knows and he wants some too.” Urban said.

“You guys think you can just pass me around?” You objected pulling away from him.

“No. One on one. We each treat you right. What do you need from us?” He asked with concern making you melt.

“Umm…I want just…nobody to think anything bad about me if I do this, and I have someone I love in a situation. It would be nice if Jack could help them.” You said honestly all the drinks you had been sipping all night we’re catching up with you.

Urban broke down in laughter thinking it was so amazing you didn’t ask for a shopping spree or something, making him like you more. Him cracking up put you at ease. He knew you were the one for this, and starting to feel maybe for him. The vibe he was catching with you was undeniable. “Listen, please know we’re good guys. Freaky, but we’re not assholes. Let me set this up right. Be right back.” He left you in the room as he wildly texted the guys in the group chat. “It’s a go.” He said

“Drop her off at my hotel later.” Jack texted back. “Need total privacy.”

PART 3

You texted your friends but nobody was paying attention to their phone. They were all dancing and PG was treating them to a good time. Mostly to distract them. You were kind of the loner in the group so they didn’t give much thought to you being gone for a bit. They didn’t even notice their phones lighting up in their purses.

You started to get nervous and walked towards the door. It wasn’t locked, Urban didn’t want you to feel trapped. If he came back and you were gone it was ok by him, but he was starting to like you. Just as your hand was on the knob a couple people that work with PG knocked to come in and brought a whole set up. Large floor pillows, flowers, candles, chocolate covered strawberries, a full meal, a case of Phocus, a bottle of champagne with a few glasses, and a gift bag they handed to you. In the bag was some lingerie, a card from Jack and a hotel card-key. “You’re our princess, see you later.” The card said. Just then you got an email on your phone. It was an NDA. You knew the deal with Jack and signed it.

“How did he know my size?” You wondered and marvelled at how fast all this came together. You noticed you missed something in the bag…a blindfold and a silk black necktie. You gulped hard and hoped they would look after you like they said.

“So who goes first?” Trap Steve said as they we’re trying to figure this out in the noisy VIP area.

“Can I?” A shy voice said. It was Phil.

“That’s a great idea.” Urban said, and mostly because he wasn’t jealous of Phil. “You’ll make her more comfortable than any of us. Make her laugh. She ummm…she has a great laugh.” He said trailing off

“Bro. You catching feelings already?” Cope said teasing Urban.

“No fuck that, what?” Urban acted like Cope was crazy. He didn’t tell them he had already kissed you. “She’s real cute. Y’all will like her just not too much.” He said trying to control the situation. “After Phill I got next.” He said patting his chest. “Then we take her to see Jack Jack. Got it fellas?” They all nodded in agreement. “No super freaky shit. Think romantic thoughts.” Urban said. “Talk to her first ok?” Again the guys nodded but it irked a couple of them that Urban was acting all in control.

“Sorry fellas I’m out.” Urban’s step-brother said. “I can’t. Maybe I’m pussy but this ain’t for me.”

“No worries bro. Anyone else want out?” Urban said looking around at them. They all looked at each other. The rest of them were in. “She’s signing an NDA as we speak so we’re all good.”

PART 4

You slipped into the lingerie and poured yourself some champagne. Urban texted you. “Ready?” He said

You collected your nerves and replied “Yes.” You sent him a pic in the lingerie toasting him holding up your champagne glass. He immediately posted it in the group chat. It was surprising how amazing your body was under the baggy jeans. The chat went nuts…

Phil: I get to go first bitches!!!

Copelan: Um ok damn lil mama

Trap: Ah hell yeah

Sunni: She gonna forget y’all when I step in

Jack: 🙈🙈🙈

Urb: Ok Phil. If you fuck up the rest of us suffer

Phil: I’m better with women than all of you bro

Trap: 😂😂😂

Phil: Ain’t shit funny or cute. I’m going in 😈

You were sitting on the couch eating some of the food they had brought for you when Phil walked in. He was so shy and chubby and cute. “Oh you’re eating. I can come back.” He said “Or I can feed you. Whichever one. Only if you like…I mean..”

“Come over here you little cutie.” You said patting the spot next to you. “This is who they sent in first?” You thought chuckling to yourself. “Phil right?” You said smiling “Why don’t I feed you Phil. Open up sweet pea.” If you were going to do this you were doing it and treating them special too.

Phil obeyed. He was mush after that. Putty in your hands. “Mmmmmm. You like that Phil? You’re a big boy, I like that.” You said knowing he lacked the confidence of the other guys.

“I…yes…well I guess so.” Phil stammered “You look really sexy and pretty.” He complimented taking his last bite.

“I appreciate that. It’s a little cold in here. I don’t have much on.” You said coyly

Phil responded by putting a blanket over you and holding you to warm you up. “Soooo…you were at the show?” He said referring to his embarrassing comment he made earlier “Jack’s amazing huh?”

“My question right now is…” you said looking up at him and kissing him “Are you amazing Phil?”

“I…I’m a vibe I guess.” He said as your lips parted. “Look Urb said to talk to you first, make you comfortable.”

“I’m ok if your ok. Why don’t I make YOU comfortable?” You said taking your blanket off and undoing his jeans. You could see he wasn’t going to do shit if you didn’t, and you wanted him to have a good story when he went back to them. You rooted for guys like Phil. The guy with all the super hot friends that got picked last.

“Oh fuck.” He said as you went down and got on your knees. You took him in your mouth and were gentle with him. “Uhhh! Geezus y/n you’re really good at…uhhhh, fuck.” Phil breathed. His head went back as you took him to the back of your throat. After awhile you came up and kissed him on the neck.

“You know, you should be 1st more often Phil” You said encouragingly, making him feel cared for. “You’re real cute and a sweetheart.”

“Thank you y/n.” He said “Look we don’t need to have sex. You have a lot coming up…oh geez I’m sorry I mean..” He went beet red.

“Phil. It’s ok,” You said taking his hand and putting it on your breast. “Look at me. I want you to go back to those guys and tell them you scored…big.” You put a condom on him and sat on his erect manhood gliding up and down making him feel like he was floating outside of his body. He nestled his face into your tits and gently kissed them breathing you in. Phil was not small and you moaned as you spelled your name on his dick. “Fuck! I’m cuming!” You screamed as it hit that spot over and over again. He sucked harder on your breasts and cupped your ample ass with his hands.

“Ah fuck!” He said not able to stop himself from exploding. “Uhhhh, I’m sorry y/n.” He heaved. “I couldn’t hold it” he cradled you as he regained his composure.

“My god Phil.” You were surprised how enjoyable it was with him. He was so sweet and soft with you it made you kinda crazy. “Phil you were great honestly.” You said giving him a peck on the cheek. Let’s talk now. I want to know all about you.” You said out of breath.

You and Phil shared stories about feeling like the odd man out. Him in his circle and you in yours. He was funny and so intelligent. He was hooked on you now. You had treated him so nicely. Why did anyone else have to come in and have you. “Well y/n, this was more than I expected. Please keep in touch you have my number.” He said and pecked you on the cheek. It was getting too much being around you and he just wanted to go.

“Lets take a pic.” You said taking his phone and snapping a pic with you in lingerie straddling Phil with his hand on your ass. You with your tongue out looking back sassily. “Post it in the chat right now.” You said.

PART 5

“What is taking Phil so long? I hope he’s not boring that girl to tears with his Derby story” Urban said looking at his phone.

Group Chat: Phil sent a pic

Urban: No fucking way

Cope: ?????

Trap: Yoooooooooooo

Sunni: Fake News 🗞️

Jack: Dafuq?? 🫥

Druski: Phil got pussy?? Wait what’d I miss!

Phil showed up back in the VIP area and sat down calmly like a G really feeling himself.

“Well?” Urban asked.

“Best head, best ride, she’s real sweet. We talked and talked. She’s a real nice girl fellas.” Phil said still coming down off the high. “I….I need a minute” he said looking off into the distance. “She fed me guys. Like said open up sweet pea let me feed you type shit.”

“She fucking fed you??!” Cope said in disbelief

“Who the hell is this girl?” Trap Steve said looking at the effect you had on Phil.

“Well fellas. It’s my turn. She’ll be the one under my spell.” Urban said confidently.

You freshened up waiting patiently for Urban. You were attracted to him so this might go differently. Suddenly you heard a knock. “Y/N? Can I come in?” Urban said through the door?

“Yes Urban.” You called out softly

When Urban entered you were laying on the pillows on your stomach. Your ass out. Urban stopped “Whoah.” He said taking you all in. “Look Y/N let’s talk ok.” He said taking off his pants and sneakers to lay next to you but kept pacing “I don’t want this to be some brothel type shit.” Urban was feeling you and wanted to make an impression. He opened a can of Phocus and downed it, but wouldn’t lay down.

“OMG he’s nervous too?” You thought but decided to play. “Come on down here Urban. Lay down.” You invited him with a smile. He laid down and you put your head on his chest and flung your leg over him to snuggle. “Is this ok?” You said nicely

“Uh yup it’s fine.” He said trying not to paw all over you with his hands. “Look I know I went in with that kiss but….you made me laugh at the bar. I really dig that.”

“You like what?” You said giving his manly chest a kiss

“Whoah Y/N c’mon” Urban resisted

“Urban please. Can we talk after?” You wanted to feel them physically before you had anything in your mind about them beforehand but they all wanted to talk first. These were not a bunch of sleeze-ball dudes that’s for sure.

Meanwhile Jack had just arrived back at his hotel. “I need some nice desserts and champagne.” He called down to the front desk. What he saw in that picture got him riled up but he had to make the biggest impression as the big dog. “Can I get the violin player too in a bit please” He added.

“Oh god! Don’t stop Urban. Right there…..” You said as Urban sucked on your clit. You clenched the pillows and cried out in agony. Urban’s juicy lips down there was sheer heaven. Whatever he did to that chicken wing that went viral was nothing compared to what he was doing to you right now. He brought you to the edge and came back up.

“You ok?” He asked you

“Urban. Don’t talk please.” You said your head was spinning.

He smiled knowing he had you. “Up princess” he said and brought you over to the pool table. He hoisted you up on it.

“Urban what are you doing??” You giggled

“You ever did doggy style on a pool table?” Urban asked

“Of course not!” You laughed

Urban turned you over on your knees and entered you on the table. “Fuck!” You gasped as he filled you up. He had his way with you slowly and gently. Long strokes and all the way back out. “Urban please cum please.” You begged. This was worse than being hit fast from behind. He picked up speed and drove harder.

“Y/N ah ugh!” He said unable to even speak. He pulled out and finished on your butt. Spreading his cream around and smiling. He helped you get down. Your legs weak when you hit the ground. “Y/N I…that was…I mean right?” He was out of breath.

“Right?” Was all you could say back. Your time with Urban was short but amazing.

“Let me clean you off. Are you ok?” He said smoothing your hair out lovingly. It pained him to think Sunni was up next.

“So I love your work Urban. I understand your parents are creative too?”

Urban got busy gathering his things and leaving. He was getting emotional about you and didn’t need to know you were so cool and knew about him. This almost made him call this whole thing off and keep you to himself, but he didn’t want anyone to know how he felt. He’s fucked girls with Jack before so he thought he could do this no problem. He didn’t want to talk and get attached too quickly “Look I gotta go. I want to hang out with you again so please call me.” He said and left the room with a kiss on your head. The other guys were just playing around but not him. After this he was locking you down. Jack had so much to do with his image but Urban could deal with an older woman and it wouldn’t be as much of a big deal.

You were confused. “I thought he wanted to talk” you said a bit disappointed. You went to freshen up again. You didn’t know who was coming next but decided to mix it up and bring out the blindfold and tie.

“Yo guys after this she’s mine” Urban texted the group

Phil: That’s kinda crazy because she likes me

Sunni: Earth to Phil!

Cope: Bros before hoes

Trap: I’m not last am I?

Druski: How can I get in on this?

Jack: I got a fucking violin. Try me.

Clay: I’m glad I’m damn near married 🙄

PART 6

“Is anyone else coming? I’m waiting.” You texted Urban since he was the one who set this up

“I call threesome. Shake this up.” Trap Steve said

“Y’all ain’t doing my baby like that.” Phil said.

“Again…Earth to Phil.” Sunni said “She’s in with us now. We all have access.”

“No. Not after this.” Urban said

“You’ve been acting like you own her from the beginning bro. That’s fucked up.” Cope said

“Cope, Sunni?” Trap Steve said “Well?”

“I say yes get it over with” Urban decided. He texted you back “Wear the blindfold sweetie ok? Then we take you to see Jackman.”

“Guys don’t do too much please.” Urban said

They knocked on the door and cautiously cracked it open. “Hello???” You called out into the dim light

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Sup”

“There’s 3 of you?!” You exclaimed half-scared, half-excited “Where do you want me?”

“On the pillows” One of them said, reaching out to guide you but you tripped and fell on the pillows ungracefully.

“Oops!!” You laughed and they all thought you were adorable. You heard them undoing belts and throwing off shoes and then felt all these hands on you at once.

“Hey y/n?” Someone asked

“Yes whoever you are.” You said finding this fun

“Can you lift your arms above you head please?” A voice said politely

“Um ok.” You obliged.

One of them tied your hands and whispered in your ear. “Ready?”

“Yes.” You breathed nervously

You felt someone massaging your legs and licking your inner thighs until you felt the warmth of their tongue lick your folds like a lollipop then penetrate your space. You gasped and arched your back. Two of them took a breast each in their mouths. The feeling was nothing you ever felt before. “My god!” You cried out as one rubbed your clit and slid 3 fingers in and out of you. You felt a switch and one of them straddled your chest taking both your breasts and inserting his dick in between them. You licked the tip and spat on it as it went in and out from between your tits making him moan. Suddenly everything stopped and you heard condom packages ripping open. They untied you and you felt someone go under you, someone lay on top of you, and someone take your hand to jerk them off as they knelt beside your head. You felt something slip in from the back and the front at the same time, and a hand come around and muffle your cries.

“Its ok we got you sweetie” one said in your ear holding you steady around your waist. They both slowly started thrusting as one inserted himself into your mouth. Everyone was moaning and groaning as it got heated. The smell of sex filled the air. Suddenly you felt warm cream on your face as one of them unloaded on you jerking and pumping to orgasm. “Please!” You begged and whoever was thrusting on top of you pulled out and came all over your stomach. Whoever was underneath held you steady cuming inside. Short but intense you hit your limit.

“You ok.” You heard one say while you felt someone wiping you down. They took your blindfold off and you saw Sunni, Copelan, and Trap Steve standing there in their underwear. They thought you looked so cute with your hair a mess.

“I’m Trap Steve, this is Cope, and this doofus is Sunni.” They all smiled at you.

“Hi Fellas. Hope this is the last of you because I can’t take anymore” You said exaughsted

“Finish eating.” Copelan said grabbing your half-eaten plate and feeding you. Sunni grabbed you a drink and Trap Steve started dressing you and fixing your hair back. It’s like they had never seen a woman before, and probably the most polite freaky men you had ever come across. You got chatting with them. You got to know Sunni loved Japanese anime porn and had a couple kids. Copelan’s dad was in a band and he was Jack’s 1st partner in crime. Trap Steve played you his latest single and it was really good. They were all hilarious and had you laughing as they dissed each other….constantly.

A text came in from Jack. “Where da fuck are you 3 Stooges?” They all looked at each other and ignored it.

“Keep at it Steve you’re really good, Cope…well your gorgeous so…idk keep doing that I guess, Sunni the anime porn thing a bit weird but your a good dad and that’s adorable.”

“You sound like we’ll never see you again but your gang now.” Trap Steve said

“Oh my god fellas no. There’s tons of girls out there.” You laughed

“Tons of girls but only a few women.” Sunni said blushing. He liked talking to you. They all did.

“Guys no offence but I really just want to sleep.” You yawned.

“Get on my back.” Sunni said and he carried you out to the van where the rest of the guys were waiting to go to the hotel. You smiled awkwardly at everyone you just finished fucking and took a seat. Phil covered you with a blanket and a little silent pushing and shoving developed as you dozed off with who would sit next to you for you to lean on. Eventually Urban won. He sat next to you and you leaned on his shoulder. He put his arm around you and got under the same blanket cozy with you. He stuck out his tongue at everyone and Neelam just rolled her eyes and put her headphones on.

PART 7

Jack was pacing and tired. He texted the group again.

Jack: Yo ????

Sunni: Relax we’re coming…and boy did we EVER 😈

Jack: 🤢🤮

Cope: Bro. I would let her sleep tbh 😴

Trap: Um yeah she’s kinda done bruh 🫠

Phil: What’d you do to my girl? 🤬😡😭

Sunni: What you couldn’t do 😜

Javonte: Anyone down for bowling 🎳 and pizza? I can’t sleep 💤

As they pulled in behind the hotel, they put a beanie and sunglasses on you so any random pics wouldn’t show your face. It took forever for the elevator to get to Jack’s penthouse suite. All the guys were looking at you in this awkward silence. “Move over dumb ass.” Trap Steve poked Phil. It was definitely crowded with all of them packed in there.

Urban had his arm around you again and whispered “Thank you. I need to see you again, please?” You nodded your head and yawned.

“Hey no making plans over there.” Phil said

“STFU Phil. And he’s right. No fucking whispering.” Sunni said moving to the other side of you. “You don’t own her bro.”

“Stop it assholes.” Trap Steve said as he was looking mindlessly at his phone. Then looked at you and winked.

You texted your friends on the way up.

You: I’m ok. Sorry for going MIA

Friend 1: Yeah WTF?

Friend 2: Ok Miss SLUT Me Out 😭

You: Oh shit! We’re at his room. Gotta go.

Friend 1: Girl! WTF!??!!?!?

Friend 2: You WHERE?

The doors opened and Jack’s suite was like a mini-palace. There was an amazing view of the city, a full bar with a grand piano, and beautiful marble pillars and floors. A fire was going, a bouquet of roses on the table, and a long plate of sushi. Sade was playing and lighting was dimmed. All the guys knew they couldn’t top this. They all started dapping him up while you stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Just being in Jack’s presence was a bit overwhelming and you felt faint. Phil stayed beside you and noticed you weren’t feeling well. He put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. Jack walked up towering over you and smiled a dimpled smile. His diamond earrings gleaming and perfect pillow of curls surrounded his head like a halo. You were more nervous now than you had been all night. “You must be y/n” he said taking your hand and kissing it then kissing you on both cheeks. “Stand down Phil. What’s up with you?” Jack said looking sideways at his friend.

“Jack.” You said faintly “Can I please sit?”

“Of course, you ok?” Jack said concerned, turning up your chin with his hand and taking you away from Phil. Phil scowled back at Jack.

He sat you down on the couch as all the guys talked and got into the sushi. “Hey! Fucking vultures that’s our food!” Jack yelled at his friends.

He smelled incredible as he held you to his chest. “Yo bring y/n some sushi and water. You need to eat and get hydrated ok? I’m gone get a bath going and we gone sleep ok?” He said in his calming drawl.

“Ok Jack.” Is all you could say.

“Fellas. Clear out please.” Jack ordered his friends

They all filed out and went to their rooms. They consoled Phil in the elevator. “It’s ok buddy. You’ll get something else soon.” Meanwhile they all had plans to call you.

PART 8

Jack drew you a warm bath and led you to this incredible bathroom with a big screen TV. A champagne glass and fruits beside the tub. He undressed you and slipped in behind you in the tub, taking a sponge and squeezing out warm water on your body. He took some grapes and fed you. You leaned on him and sighed. “So Urban tells me you have a friend in a situation and you need my help? He asked as steam filled the room.

“Yes. My friend landed in a bad situation and really needs a way out. Not legal trouble but help with paying for his daughter’s funeral. She was young it was an accident… and..” you were getting emotional describing the situation.

“Say less. Consider it done.” Jack said “Is this why you agreed to all this? Is that your real man? The one with the daughter?”

“No, we grew up like siblings. My mom and his mom are best friends.” You said and Jack believed you

“Wow. Wish I had friends that would fuck Phil to help me.” Jack said seriously

“Shut up! Phil is sweet.” You said throwing bubbles at him. You and Jack talked more. He wanted to know you first. That night he called of the violin player and just decided to let you sleep.

After your bath he dried you off, helped you into a big fluffy robe, and led you to a massage table set up in front of the fire place. “Not everyone gets this.” He said taking some pumps of oil and sliding his hands down your back. He gently massaged your legs and trailed back up to focus on all the knots in your shoulders. “Wow. Someone is stressed out.” He whispered

“Oohhh ouch.” You said as Jack kneaded out the sorest spots. He dried the oil off you and you felt so calm.

“C’mon princess sleepy time.” He said leading you to the bedroom and tucking you in.

“Jack where are you going?” You asked sleepily

“To write, I’ll be back.” He said. Jack wanted to give you space and rest. He parked himself in front of the fireplace to write a song about a girl so loyal she’d do anything to help a friend.

PART 9

In the morning you stumbled out of bed and found Jack running on the treadmill. The sun was coming up and it was beautiful. He stopped the machine when he saw you and smiled as he dabbed sweat from his forehead. “Good morning princess y/n” he said as he opened the fridge and downed orange juice right out of the jug.

“Morning.” You said quietly trying to figure out why he hadn’t tried to have sex with you yet.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked as he answered a text.

“Can I make you something? You seem to have everything here. I can’t do much for you helping my friend, so it’s the least I can do before I go.”

“I’m sure you’re a great cook but I’m in a rush. What would you like? Any allergies?” He asked

“Um no.” You said

“Look y/n I like you. You’re a nice woman, and I am attracted to you. I know I have a reputation but one night stands are not something I’ve ever been able to do. Sorry.” He explained

“That’s actually amazing. I was thinking it was because I fucked Phil.”

Jack choked as he doubled over in laughter. “That should be the reason but its not.” He said “I have a meeting, make yourself comfortable because we’ll be spending some time.” And he left.

Now you had so many questions. What did all that even mean? You went to put on what you could find of Jack’s.

Just then the elevator buzzed and made you jump. “What did you forget silly!” You called out to who you thought was Jack as you came around the corner from the bedroom but it wasn’t Jack.

“Miss y/n?” A UPS man asked

“Holy shit he really does use UPS.” You thought “yes that’s me.”

“Sign here.” He said and took off

You were stuck with at least 20 boxes on the living room floor. “WTF?” You said to yourself.

You texted Urban. “I think Jack bought me clothes. What do I do?”

“Clearly you suck at being a gold digger.” Urban said a bit annoyed Jack seemed to be taking this so far. He expected you to be home by now.

You were a bit put off by his tone. You were standing there in Jack’s shorts and tank top looking at a mountain of boxes and wondering WTF to do. “Urban please help me. I feel overwhelmed.” You begged

Urban softened and agreed to come up. He had you on speaker and everyone else decided to come too. Soon Urban, Phil, Sunni, Trap Steve, and Copelan were in Jack’s penthouse helping you open boxes and bickering as everyone was jealous, but not wanting to look like it. Jack walked into a mess of tissue paper flying around and clothes and shoes all over the place. Not to mention you in the middle of all the guys you had fucked the night before. He wasn’t happy. If he didn’t like you he would’ve fucked you in the morning and had you dropped off to wherever it is you stayed. The clothes were for you to spend a few days with him and not to worry about anything. “Guys. You have 10 seconds to get out.” He said fuming. His blue eyes flashing in anger.

“Jack I called them, well I called Urban and it turned into everyone. I’m so sorry. All these boxes came and I didn’t know what to do and I…I’m so sorry.” You burst into tears and ran into the bedroom.

They all got quiet and looked at each other. “See fucktards. Made my baby cry.” Phil said

“STFU Phil!!” They all said.

“Ok fellas. What’s the deal? We’re all feeling y/n?” Jack said being the leader.

“Looks like a duck….” Trap Steve said ashamed of his behaviour over the last 48 hours.

“Well you know she’s with me now right?” Jack assumed because that’s pretty much how it always was except for some girls that liked Urban better, and Cope and Sunni were getting popular, but Jack was the one most girls wanted.

“Whys it always you bro?” Sunni said

“Yeah, we don’t really know who she likes.” Copelan offered.

You crept back out to the living room into the argument. “Um guys?” You said but they didn’t see or hear you. “YOU GUYS!!!” You yelled

They all stopped and stared at you. “What is wrong with all of you!” You exclaimed “Your best friends! Please, I don’t want to cause a problem. Jack thank you for the clothes but please take all of this back. I don’t feel right about getting gifts from you, and being here. Take me home then. I mean what is someone like me doing here anyway?” You said looking around at the gargantuan penthouse. “I don’t even wear this stuff, I mean you saw me last night, all my friends looked glam and beautiful and me I…ah fuck I’m rambling, point is... Jack’s just being super nice is all. I told him some things and he’s just making me feel good. Right Jack? We didn’t even have sex guys. Please stop this. There’s no way guys like you like women like me.” You continued to explain, not knowing what you just did to every man there but most of all Jack. He was speechless. This is what he was looking for. Somebody real and you were fucking adorable as you were clumsy. You had walked into the marble pillars a few times around the penthouse, making him chuckle, but this is what he found sexy.”

They all looked at Jack. “You didn’t hit it?” Trap Steve laughed. They all burst out laughing…and wouldn’t stop.

“Bro. You Jack Harlow did all this and you didn’t…let me stop.” Sunni said and was crying laughing.

“Don’t laugh at him.” You said mad “He fed me, gave me a bath…”

“We fed you too and wiped all the cum off and carried you.” Sunni said “Oh shit sorry Jack.” He said catching Jack’s face.

“Y/N who da fuck do you like?” Copelan asked you

PART 10

“Oh for fuck sakes. Is that what all this is about?” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“I like all of you. Phil you’re a fucking sweetheart and have this way with women.”

“Told you dildos.” Phil said

“And Sunni, you’re so quirky and sexy.” You said

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He answered confidently

“And Copelan. Your eyes are so soulful they just pull me in.” You said looking at him

“Awwww…thanks” he answered shyly

“Trap, I have never laughed so hard. You’re good for the soul.”

“I’m good for a lot of other things too….maybe not” he said looking at Jack’s face

“Urban.” You said pausing and walking over to him making Jack squirm “Urban. We connected in a very real way.”

“Yes we did Y/N” Urban said looking longingly into your eyes

“But you’re Jack’s best friend and I couldn’t sorry.” You said sadly.

“Is that the only reason because we can work something out….maybe not.” He said looking over at his best friend

“And Jack” you said making your back to him almost tripping over a box, so you fell into his arms in not the best way but he loved it. “I am clumsy, I’m not a model, I don’t wear clothes you want me to wear, I’m not a girl-boss or whatever the fuck girls are running around saying when they sell hair extensions on Amazon, but I do really really would like to get to know you better if I can also have all your stupid best friends as my friends.” You were getting teary eyed looking up at him.

He leaned down to kiss you and all the guys cheered and whistled and clapped. “Ah fuck.” Phil said amongst all the cheers.

“Y/N that was the fucking sweetest thing I ever heard anyone say. Whatdya say guys? Can Y/N be with us? I mean me…and us? But no fucking them again especially Phil” he said kissing you again. “Now all you butt-holes clean this shit up.” He said looking around at the disaster in his living room.

“All this has made me sleepy. I’m going to take a nap.” You headed for the bedroom and they all looked at each other and looked at Jack.

“No.” Jack said

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daddyy333 · 1 year

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Approval | Steve Harrington x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.3k

warnings: reader feels insecure about the way she looks, Steve’s parents make comments pertaining to readers weight, reader sorta loses her appetite because of it, ?

summary: Steve’s parents don’t approve of you

“Baby? Are you almost ready?” He asked and you took a deep breath. You sighed and said “I’ll be out in a second” You we’re going to meet Steve’s parents today, and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

You knew how his parents were, he’d told you some heartbreaking stories in the last year you’d been together. You’d also heard Nancy was the only girl they ever approved of. 3 other girls Steve had dated in highschool came to you and told you to stay away from him because his parents would never allow it anyways. Of course, when you asked Nancy, “they’re totally accepting”.

“Alright, honey. Try to be quick, we gotta leave in 10 if we wanna be there for in time to have a few minutes to freak out in the car” he said and you chuckled a little. You looked in the mirror, fixing your hair into place and looked at your outfit again.

You were nervous, you didn’t exactly come from money and you couldn’t afford college, and you were a waitress. You also didn’t exactly look like Steve’s other girlfriends, all skinny and smooth skin and long healthy hair. You knew they wouldn’t approve of you and you even contemplated leaving Steve just to save yourself from the pain.

“Oh my goodness, gorgeous girl, look at you,” he said with a big smile on his face as you walked into the living room. You smiled a little and kissed him softly. You started heading to Steve’s parents house, Steve noticed your leg shaking the whole time and placed his hand on your thigh, so you switched to bouncing the other leg.

He sighed and said “honey, you gotta relax. Please…” “I just…I'm nervous, that’s all. I have every reason to be nervous” you said and he looked back at the road. He caressed your thigh and said “well, if it makes you feel any better, I want you to know I don’t care what they think about you. I love you, y/n. I will always love you, no matter what they think of you”

You nodded and he grabbed your hand and kissed it softly. When you arrived, you felt even worse. The house was massive, and their cars looked like they just came off the lot. You were extremely out of place, and it wasn’t helping your rapid heartbeat.

You held Steve’s hand tight and right before he pressed the doorbell he stopped. He let go of your hand and cupped your cheeks forcing you to look at him. “Babe…it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. No matter what, I’m always going to love you” he said and you nodded.

He kissed you softly and then wrapped an arm around your waist before pressing the doorbell. They opened the door and you could already tell they didn’t like you. They seemed surprised, and not in a good way.

You were very quiet, not wanting to talk much and you sort of curled into Steve despite your attempts to seem respectful or whatever they deem to be respectful. They offered you food but you declined, just wanting this to be over as soon as possible.

“Babe…you’ve got to eat something, please?” Steve said and you sighed. You looked up at him and said “I just want to go home” He sighed softly, he noticed his mother giving you looks and his father doing the same as well.

He kissed your head and said “soon, I promise” You nodded and fiddled with your bracelet. Steve got up to help his mom make plates and you could hear the three of them talking.

“Son, I’m sure she’s great but…there’s better out there for you. Why can’t you just get back together with Nancy? She was such a lovely girl,” his father said and tears instantly filled your eyes. You heard Steve scoff before his mother said “your father is right. Not to mention, it’s good she isn’t eating it would help her to skip a few meals. She’s not very pretty, Steve. Do you really want to have kids with her one day?”

You left before you could hear Steve’s response which was, “don’t you dare say that about her! The only reason you look the way you do is because you bought your waist so don’t you dare criticize y/n. She’s gorgeous the way she is, god forbid I be able to grab her without crushing a bone. I don’t even know why I brought her here, I knew all you were going to do is judge her. You two are insufferable, god damn it. Until you apologize to y/n, I’m not speaking to either of you again”

By the time he left he assumed you got a cab because you weren’t by the car. He felt so bad for you, he knew how they were and still brought you to meet them. It felt like his fault, like he caused this.

When he got home he could hear you crying softly as he passed the bathroom, and his chest hurt at the sound. He knocked on the door and slowly opened it, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head.

You groaned and wiggled out of his grip, letting out a sharp breath as you continued wiping your makeup off. “Baby…” he said, lip trembling as he wished he could touch you and hold you but he didn’t want to upset you more.

“No…no Steve, they’re right. There are so many better girls out there, and you really should be with someone like Nancy. She- she's smart, and she’s rich, and she has a really good life ahead of her and I…I’m just me. Nancy is better for you,” you said, more tears flowing down your cheeks as you walked to the bedroom, Steve stopping you part of the way and holding your face.

“Stop it. Stop saying things like that. I don’t want Nancy, I don’t want whoever the hell is you think there is for me, I want you, y/n. Please don’t listen to them. They don’t know how amazing you are, y/n, they don’t know how happy you make me. They don’t know all the things you’ve done for me. They don’t know that I’m the happiest I’ve ever been for as long as I can remember, all because of you” he said and you whimpered.

You looked so worried, so broken. You sniffled and said “I just don’t get it…” “get what, honey?” He asked and you sighed. You bit your lip and said “you can have any girl in Hawkins and you choose me?” “Yes, yes I do. And I’d choose you 10 billion times before I chose anyone else” he said and you shook your head.

You slowly rested your head on his chest, small sobs racking your body. You hated all of this. You hated sobbing into Steve’s nice shirt, you hated the looks his parents gave you, you hated yourself, you just couldn’t stand to be experiencing this anymore.

“I love you, y/n. I love you so so so much. You have no idea how much I love you. I can’t handle it sometimes” he said and you sniffled, whimpering. He shushed you softly and rubbed your back, calming you down a little.

“I love you too, Steve” you said softly, a little muffled by your face being buried into his shirt. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you tight, burying his face in your hair. You smiled a little, he knew sometimes when you were anxious or stressed a good bear hug helped provide some relief.

“It’s all gonna be okay, babe. Promise. Nothing is gonna come between us, especially not my parents stupid opinion of you” he said and you looked up, eyes still wet but without a constant flow of tears now. He wiped your cheeks dry and you smiled a little. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and said “come on…let’s watch Killer Klowns from Outerspace and figure out which ones look the most like my parents” You giggled and he smiled, glad he was able to make you laugh again.

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As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Maya Hawke

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lo’ak

Neteyam

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

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thorniest-rose · 1 year

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Can you imagine Steve having the urge to wear women’s clothing and makeup from being young but always ignoring it because it’s not the done thing. He tells Eddie in confidence and Eddie thinks it’s perfect. Subtly encouraging him to try things and confront it when they’re alone. Steve’s thinking about growing his hair a little and Eddie’s like “I think you’d look so pretty, baby.” He didn’t think anyone would ever react like that. The first time Steve actually works up the courage to do makeup and hair and wear a dress, he shows Eddie when they’re alone and Eddie nearly has a fuckin heart attack.

oh this is so lovely. I love the idea of Steve liking girl's clothes when he's a child. Maybe he sneaks into his parents' bedroom when they're out and tries on his mother's make-up and jewellery, spritzing himself in perfume, and when they go shopping for clothes, he wistfully looks at all the girl's things: the dresses and sandals and little skirts. But he represses it because he knows it's wrong to want those things and boys have to be boys, not girls, so he crushes all those desires back down and tries his best not to think about them. Or about how much he loves looking at and touching girls because he wants to be like them. Then telling Eddie about it when they start dating, knowing Eddie won't judge him for it. And Eddie doesn't, if anything he doesn't seem surprised. And he would encourage Steve so gently, not wanting him to feel insecure, or like it's anything to be ashamed of, saying how pretty he is, that he's already prettier than any girl Eddie's ever seen. So Steve grows his hair longer and he gets his blonde highlights again, and he starts wearing a little mascara and a tinted cherry lipbalm, starts wearing a necklace or a bracelet... subtle enough things in public that no one will say anything.

And in private, when it's just him and Eddie, he does even more. Wearing perfume, trying on dresses, heels, shaking his legs... and when Eddie sees him for the first time he's just stunned. Not because he's shocked at how beautiful Steve looks, but because he didn't think Steve could become even more of a vision than he already was. In a way that's almost unbearable. The makeup and clothes bringing out all of Steve's softness in a way that has Eddie's mouth filling with spit, his dick chubbing up so fast it's painful. He's standing there staring at Steve, mouth open, and Steve shrinks back, insecure, says "you don't like it?" but a moment later Eddie's crossed the room, his arms around Steve's little waist and he says, "baby doll you're fucking gorgeous" and Steve gasps, quivering, at the praise and the pet name.

And Eddie wants this to be about Steve, to be about showering him in adoration, but his hind brain, the one that's whispering to Eddie about what a pretty little housewife Steve would make, kicks into gear and they wind up fucking right there in the kitchen, Eddie slipping his hand between Steve's thighs and roughly pushing his panties to the side so he can finger him open, the whole time breathing into his ear about how he's going to fuck his pretty little pussy. As Steve shakes, flushing red, whimpering "yes Daddy, wanna be your good girl" and Eddie literally has to stop for a second, knuckle deep in Steve's tight hole, groaning "oh fucking hell" into Steve's hair, trying so hard not to cum in his pants like a dumb fucking virgin.

#asks #steddie #steve harrington #okay maybe i felt inspired 🥵#but i love how this could be both so soft and dirty!!!#like steve dresses up and cooks eddie dinner and then eddie lifts his skirt and fucks him on the table ❤

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hainethehero · 1 month

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I have writer’s block so now I’m bugging you with my ideas.

Hear me out………

A Stucky fic where Steve & Bucky fooled around (or were together) pre-war. Things between them fade once Steve gets the serum. Steve thinks Bucky doesn’t find him pretty anymore, but reality is that Bucky isn’t in the right state of mind after Azzano.

Canon happens, life goes on, Bucky’s back and he’s recovering well. Steve & Nat spoke a lot about Steve’s love for Bucky and his insecurities, so she and the team devise a plan. Only their meddling goes terribly wrong.

Bucky thinks he’s going on a blind date. Steve thinks he’s going in a date with a knowing Bucky. He gets all pretty: soft natural makeup, beautifully styled hair, a sexy high-waisted pants suit—in royal blue as it compliments his smooth skin and helps him stand out in a crowd, according to Nat. Steve feels gorgeous, something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

He gets to the restaurant and finds Bucky, already eating, with some twink that looks shockingly familiar to the way Steve used to look (and what are the odds, right?). Bucky’s smiling and flirting and holding this guy’s hand! What the hell? Why the hell would Bucky agree to a date with Steve if he already had someone?

Steve wants to confront Bucky, but he’s too hurt, too embarrassed. All that effort wasted. And he can’t believe he let Nat and the team talk him into this. He rushes home, angrily wipes off the makeup, fucks up his hair, rips the suit and falls into bed. Steve doesn’t speak to Bucky or the team anymore, outside of leading the missions.

But Bucky is confused. He had that blind date with the cute twink (who was actually just a fan of Sergeant Barnes and approached him for an autograph), but had ultimately decided that he wanted nothing further. The kid looked too much like Steve, and if he can’t have the original, he’s definitely not going for a copy. But now Steve is avoiding him and he doesn’t know why. Or why Steve is being short with the team. He won’t hangout with anyone except Sam, he barely looks Bucky in the eye, he moves away when Bucky tries to touch him. What the hell happened?

Angst, a huge misunderstanding, and more insecurities for our poor Stevie. 🥺

Omg the angst is just too good in this one!

And what makes it worse is that Natasha thinks things didn't work out between them and that's why Bucky and Steve aren't talking. So what does she decide to do? Just leave it and not meddle anymore to try and see if they could make up on their own.

The only problem with this is that they don't make up, because Steve's still avoiding them all. Sam tries to ask him what's going on but he tells Sam he just doesn't want to talk about it.

Steve gets in his head, stops eating, stops drinking much of anything. He exercises everyday and drives himself to the brink trying to get smaller somehow. Then some stupid villain convinces him that he can take all of Steve's insecurities away by taking the serum away. Steve- very much messed up from his hurt- agrees to it. (Kind of like when Rogue went to the scientists to be normal again so she could be with Bobby).

Bucky finally has a talk with Natasha and she reveals the plan all along. He realizes that Steve must've seen him with the fan and feels absolutely horrible for making his boy feel that way. He goes to find Steve and instead finds a letter from Steve, apologizing for changing himself and that he could be good for Bucky again.

(Or he doesn't leave a letter and Bucky has to scratch and claw his way to Steve before he goes through with the experiment.)

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Stranger Things Headcanons: Being Dustin’s older sister, a nerdy metalhead, and becoming closer with Eddie and Steve - Part 2

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Word Count + 5 K (almost 6K)

Warnings: Jealous Eddie and a bit of idiots in love on all sides. The reader is a protective older sister who is very angry at Billy because of what he did to the kids in season 2. For so, he isn’t referenced in a good light. Cultural references to lord of the rings, hard rock bands and popular horror movies of the 80′s.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x (Fem) Henderson!Reader, Steve Harrington x (Fem) Henderson!Reader.

Notes: This is a direct continuation to a previous post, following some ideas that stayed out of it. Here i got the chance to include and even expand those.

Also, I have possibly usable material for 2 more parts. One continuing from the end of this one and going a bit more into the season 3 setting, then another one (that i can begin to think after watching the rest of it) for season 4.

Guide of references: Eru is the elvish name of the supreme deity in Tolkien lore.

For more information about my fixation with the concept of Steve and Bon Jovi, look at this early video of the band from a song of their first album.

Although the show already made for me the connection between Billy and Motley Crue, I don’t mind sharing you this anacronic video from a 1986 live version of “ Smokin’ In The Boy’s Room” Vince Neil sings with Jon Bon Jovi just because i feel like doing it to complete the introduction of vibes from both in order to show the contrast.

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- One more interdimensional crisis afterwards, your brother had two new friends while an old one returned to stay.

- Strictly speaking, Max and El were the girlfriends of Lucas and Mike respectively, but you were excited the most about them being friends of Dustin. Seeing him forming bonds with girls from a young age meant a lot to you, it was a great sign showing that he wasn't going to repeat your story. You would always insist on showing him what a great thing it was because at first he used to feel bad about the overall reaction girls had to him. None wanted to dance with him at that dance his school organized, at least until Nancy saved the night. As his sister, you would have looked bad if you would try a similar trick, reason why you were very thankful to her for such a sweet gesture.

- It made him feel better that time, but it didn't completely erase his insecurities. Steve and you were working together to help him out, but from absolutely opposite fronts. While he would share with him his wisdom as an ex popular highschool heartthrob, you were trying to make Dustin understand that he wasn't failing for not having a girlfriend.

- " That is easy for you to say now that you are a groupie. " He shamelessly replicated once to one of your pieces of advice, making fun of your sneak outs to the shows of Eddie's band.

" That's not how it works, Dustin. I hang out with a bunch of guys who are in a band, and sometimes I go to their shows. That's all."

" Isn't that the definition of groupie?"

Your brother was a bit lost in the sexual implications of the term.

" Groupies get ... intimately involved with the band." You began to explain to him. " Some are smart enough to get money out of them, while others are dumb enough to fall for one of guys. Then, at the peak of the band's fame, he gets married to a respectable top model."

- Sexual implications of the term aside, you were like the dumb groupies in your explanation. The shows were an outlet for your feelings, behaving a bit like a fan was the safest way of expressing your crush on your talented friend.

- Once you confirmed his suspicions, Johnnatan became your best ally on the topic. He helped you into dealing with how you were feeling with a privileged understatement of the issue. He had been there back when Nancy and Steve were dating, the reason why he understood both sides of the situation you narrated to him: your crush on a friend and Eddie's own crush on a popular girl. It sucked, but he was supportive of your coping mechanisms and he even agreed to accompany you to the shows.

- In exchange for the help you would offer him to spend a few hours looking after Will, but you knew Johnny was going to do it anyway. He cared for you and wouldn't let you go alone to the shady places where Corroded Coffin usually played, places your mother would forbid you of stepping in if she knew where you were going.

- It was all fun and games between you both about your little adventures but, as soon as you would see Eddie on stage, your expression would transform. Objectively speaking, he was the best part of the band and his performance always would leave you in breathless amazement. You were a total fan of his music

- Through that strong admiration, you would set yourself free. For a while, you would self indulge in your illusions and he would go along with it, directing towards you some of his gestures of performative charisma. Logic would dictate that he was, at best, bragging his skill to you in a playful way. Yet, you were eager to toss any logic aside for a bit of comfort. ' A girl can dream.' you would tell yourself, in resignation.

- " Forget about that." Your brother replied to your quasi metaphorical explanation. " You are going to date a pop star and when the guitarist will see you with him at the next MTV VIdeo Music Awards, he is going to make a scandal that will make ratings skyrocket. "

You knew exactly what he meant.

" Steve is a friend and friendships are important. When you don't have friends, you become a socially awkward mess falling for the first person who says nice things about you. " Was your way of going back to the point you wanted to make. " Max is awesome, appreciate your friendship with her as you already do with El. Learn through your bonding with girls, now that you have the chance. I'm sure you will do so much better than me, you will see."

- Dustin simply wouldn't stop trying to sell you the idea of dating Steve as a solution to all your problems, even if it wasn't completely clear that he would want that. It only got worse since he found out that you were ocassionally making each other company at school, where he wasn't present.

- Steve was going through a hard time that coincided with his last months in school. All his fake friends were gone, most of his new friends were middle school kids and on top of that he had to watch his back from Hargrove. You didn't want him to go through all of that alone and you ended up becoming his main source of company of similar age at that moment, the main exception being when you were with the Hellfire Club.

- Whenever he would see you with them, he wouldn't even dare to glance at your direction. You guessed that it was because he knew he would feel out of place with them, especially given his recent past. Among the nerds there was no inclination towards seeing him and Hargrove as anything else but two different flavors of the same asshole. Even you used to be guilty of sharing that mindset.

- That was before getting to know him for real and before Hargrove showed the worst of him for you to realize that it was far superior to the worst of Steve. What he did to Lucas would have never been done by Steve, not even at the peak of his assholness. He targeted a whole group of middle school kids just for hanging out with his little step sister, but only one of them got the worst part. Dustin was there in the same position of Lucas bonding with Max while trying to control his crush. He could have tried to beat up your brother and surely, nothing would have stopped him from doing it, but he selectively chose to pick on Lucas first... As if daring to punch a kid wasn't horrible enough.

- It wouldn't matter how many times Max would try to tell you that he wasn't horrible all the time, or that his father was a real asshole. Billy Hargrove was a bully and he attacked your boys. Your thought process, proper of an older sister who loved her little brother as the center of her world, wouldn't care to consider anything else.

- Steve saved the kids not only from Billy, but also from a bunch of interdimensional monsters. Baby Demogorgons? Was that what those were? Whatever that crap that killed your cat and destroyed your storm cellar was, he handled the situation like a damn hero. Yet, no one else should hear the stories of his brave charges into battle because no one would believe any of you.

- Occasionally, you would get to hear some jokes about his fallen from grace in the popularity Olympus coming from your new group of nerd friends. Those pissed you off, but there was nothing you could tell them in order to explain why. You suddenly didn’t share anymore with them the common sense idea of considering him a prick of the same size as Billy, but you had only scratches of a confessable reason for that change. Whenever they would be joking about him, you simply refused to engage in their conversation. They didn’t seem to mind, too lost in their own laughter to see that you weren’t following it.

- Everyone else but Eddie, who was for some reason more attentive to your reactions.

“ Do you feel sorry for that jackass? He ain’t worthy, sweetheart. Harrington got what he deserved.” He said to you once, as if he was comforting you out of a naive idea. In the same action he wrapped an arm around you, overdramatically emphasizing the comfort aspect.

“ Perhaps… but it makes no sense making fun of him now that he is done. A real court jester has the balls to mock the current king, not just the predecessor.” You began to explain the most neutral sounding defense that you could come up with as Eddie’s attention was following your every word. “ Hargrove is a violent dick, we should be more worried about him. He is way worse than just a popular airhead stealing from our culture because it looks badass. As a bully, he is a brutal beast … my brother and his group of friends have been his targets. They are middle school kids, guys, children. He picked on them because they were seeing his step sister who is their classmate and he only stopped because Harrington intervened. “

Since you couldn’t tell anything about the beasts, you were giving Steve the full credit for the containment of the bullying situation.

“ You may not believe it, but he went full Boromir to save my hobbits... If it wouldn’t have been for him, if he wouldn’t have been there to protect them.” You stopped for a second, realizing that you were getting a bit emotional because you knew that the danger they truly faced was far worse than just Billy. To your audience, it was perceived as a bit of admiration for his acts. “ He took the punches for them. At least for that, Steve deserves my respect and I am giving him the benefit of the doubt.”

- Most of them remained silent, probably in disbelief with your words. Eddie spoke first and you were expecting he would make some harmless joke about missing the shitshow of jock on jock violence as if it was a fight of gladiators meant for entertainment. Instead, he got oddly defensive while remaining in his usual snarkiness.

“ Steve? He has first name privileges now? Do you honestly think that one good action is enough to redeem him from everything he has done? BUM, MAGIC, NOW HE IS A HERO!”

He got laughs from some of the others, sarcastic affirmations in favor of his stance, and proceeded to hug you tighter.

“ Sweet, innocent lass. Those shitheads never change.” Eddie concluded for you in a mix of modern and fantasy-esque speech to later kiss your forehead. “ Worry not, I shall protect you from that adorable optimism.”

- Suddenly, he was all about being close to you, energetically annoying whoever had the bad luck of being in the way, just to make himself noticed.

- Like in that time you were talking with Nancy and he scared the crap out of her by popping up from behind her just to make a creepy jumpscare that he knew would make you laugh.

- “ I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND NOW, NANCY!! “ He exclaimed in a deep, distorsionated voice that worked perfectly for both of his motives.

“ Sorry, Nance.” You apologized while failing to control your chuckles. “ It’s a legit quote from my newest favorite horror film.”

“ Don’t worry, I am not going to kill you.” Eddie said softly to her, his own gentle way of apologizing before heading his attention back at you. “ Did I get it right?”

While he was waiting for your reply his expression was of pure excitement and he looked so adorable.

“ You sound awesome as Freddy Krueger. “ Was your praiseful answer.” List him as a new character for your impersonations.”

- Interactions like that one kept happening pretty much around anyone and you thought that it was part of his way of protecting you as he said he would. Maybe he was worried because of your very personal problems with Hargrove and wanted to be around you all the time just to make sure you will be safe.

- Part of that assumption was correct, but because he didn’t like the idea of letting Steve Harrington be your only defense against your brother’s bully in case you needed one. Not only because he didn't believe in his change, but also due to how much he hated to hear you, his biggest fan, expressing admiration towards that douchebag. Comparing him to Boromir of Gondor was way too much, you sounded like his thankful damsel.

- The truth was that, even when he wouldn’t admit it, Eddie was jealous to the core. Not that an asshole like Harrington would see all the good in you and actively seek to date you, but just the idea of you developing a crush on him was unacceptable.

- It was a matter of time until he would see you with him, chatting at some corner of the school. In whatever you two were talking about, he was able to see that he was making you laugh. The cute, happy chuckles that he loved right from the very first time he caused those on you were being directed towards that basketball player. He knew he had no reason to interfere, you weren’t dating and it wasn’t his call. Yet, he couldn’t help himself.

- “ Look at who we have here! ” Eddie interrupted the conversation. “ Steve ‘ The Repentant’, the savior of children, the fear of bullies… Well, at least after years of being one himself.”

You weren't entirely surprised by his attitude, but you didn't want him to make Steve feel bad.

" Hi, Eds! Is everything alright?"

" I am wondering the exact same fucking thing ríght now. " He mocked you while subtly placing his arms around you once more. " Isn't this douchebag allergic to our kind or something?"

In his confusion, Steve still managed to reply.

" I am friends with her brother. "

Even when you understood the reason why avoiding introducing himself as your friend, you didn't want him to hide himself in a role reversal game making you be the one who was supposed to be ashamed of his friendship.

" Steve is a friend of the family. " You informed, showing pride on that claim before proceeding to explain the context for him. " I have told the guys about the real reasons for your fight with Hargrove, but they refuse to believe me... What you did for Lucas and Dustin was worthy of being told. "

With that last sentence, you were letting him know that you spoke only of the part about him defending them from the human menace of Max's stepbrother. However, your unaware interlocutor saw it as some sort of praiseful take and he showed to be very annoyed by it.

" I have the ríght to remain skeptical" Eddie followed you, in an opposite direction. "My friend over here seems very impressed by that little feat she attributes to you, but i know there are no heroes among orcs. When there is no one else to destroy, they simply attack each other. "

Steve looked at you as if he was asking for a translation.

" He thinks that you fought Billy only because you two were measuring dicks." You began to indulge his ask. " In Lord of the Rings, Orcs are a race of assholes that represent one of the most constant dangers in Middle Earth, but often fight each other for the dumbest reasons. The chain of command is just one of those, but they can start to fight each other for literally anything and that tends to help the protagonists escape from them when it is necessary. "

" Let me get it ríght. " He stopped you in order to share his own concluded interpretation and his clueless excitement while thinking he understood the comparison correctly got you a bit soft for him. " You have been saying to your friends that I am some sort of nerd protector hero, like one of the characters in that board game you all love so much."

Eddie rolled his eyes in absolute annoyance while listening : the dumbass was talking of Dungeons and Dragons.

"... But they think I am a fraud, unworthy of your trust, because they assume the kids just escaped while Hargrove and I got distracted by tearing each other apart like macho dickheads."

" Bingo!" Eddie cheered him, sarcastically. " What took you so long?"

You did your best to comfort Steve in the sweetest way you found.

" He may think that you are an orc, but to me you are like a captive elve. You escaped Mordor before becoming one of them and I am so proud of you. "

He had no idea of what you meant with that, but he got a bit of a blushy smile because he was almost sure that you were complimenting him in your own language.

" For Eru's sake! '' Eddie complained, at the peak of his annoyance. " If you could understand how sweet that was, you would get why you don't deserve it. "

- You weren't completely sure of what went wrong, but you hated to see him angry at you.

- Was it anger or disappointment? Why did it upset him so much that you were friends with the dude who saved your brother? Eddie wasn't a judgemental person. If there was one highschool nerd you imagined showing understandment towards Steve, it was him, so... What was his problem?

- Even if you didn't or couldn't understand what was happening with him you still wanted to cheer him up. Maybe through a sweet, selfless gesture showing your appreciation for him. If you could find a way to do it, you would even try to invent an excuse to get him a while of attention from the girl you thought he was crushing on.

- The next time Jason called Eddie a freak, you took the initiative leading the offensive of mocks against his insults.

- It actually leaded you into being very loud in your first outspoken, freakish monologue.

- " You, Jason, are the conservative dream crushing everyone else beneath. You like to go around this place like it is your hunting ground, punishing people for behaving in ways you dislike ... and let's not forget how freaking dull and constricted you are. Let people have fun, Vorhees!!!"

- You murdered him with words and a choir of ' Ki-Ki-Ki Ma-Ma-Ma' whispers coming from your very amused friends closed the deal. Eddie was smiling again and that was all you cared about.

- He was amazed by what you did because he knew better than anyone else there how hard it once was for you to come out of your shell, such a brave move was more meaningful coming from you. Among all his friends, you were the one who spoke up to scream some truths at Jason and you did it with such brilliance. A Jason Vorhees joke was hard to make without it sounding like an easy punchline and your punk phrasing not only avoided that, it made it sound like a rebellious satire.

- Eddie was so excited, surprised and generally overwhelmed by the awesomeness of what he witnessed that he only managed to react in one way. In some spontaneous explosion of happiness, he grabbed your cheeks with his hands and placed his lips over yours in a strong peck.

- You didn’t see it coming and your shock became greater than his. He didn’t explain himself afterwards and your face was on fire. Avoiding self combust out of shame was your priority, but you were so happy and confused. Your more imminent thought was wondering what the hell was that. Then, you realized something else.

- That was your first kiss. Through that weird accident, nothing like you would have imagined it before, Eddie kissed you in full unawareness of being the first guy to skim your lips. A part of you was going through a light panic that you stoically dissimulated and it took you a long while to ever bring up the topic again.

- It reemerged during a moment you both were spending alone in his trailer. It was a chill while listening to music as you were rambling to him about your next idea for a horror tale. It was going to be about a fictionalized parody of a glam metal band inspired by Motley Crue’s “ Shout at the Devil” controversy. The dudes in your story intended to follow that route so they could get free publicity scaring religious conservatives with the use of creepy looking symbology. For so, they would pick some random symbol they don’t actually understand and their ignorance would lead them to ruin when the collective energy in their shows, acting as a good replacement for worship, would end up awakening a real supernatural threat. The monster would later possess the singer, a Vince Neil parody that you heavily inspired on Billy Hargrove, to start a classical slasher rampage with a bit of Evil Dead style on the hotel where the band was staying. In a deliciously ironic trope subversion, it would be stopped by a groupie in the role of final girl.

- Eddie loved the concept because of how creepy yet hilariously crazy it was. The whole thing felt like something Sam Raimi could be directing, but there were also some cathartical aspects that you put into it. It was clear that you were using fiction as an outlet for your anger over that bully because you were such an overprotective older sister. Your stories were rarely inserted in the parodic subgenre and this one felt a bit like your joke of political satire of Jason as the homonymous Friday 13th villain.

- After reminding you of how much he enjoyed that one, you got into a bit of talking about it and you ended up explaining at least one of the many reasons why you were so ashamed when he kissed you.

- He was in authentic disbelief. It made sense, but it also didn’t. He never stopped to consider it.

- “ Really? Never ever before?” Eddie asked you, in sweet complicity. He was thinking of something else, over the lines of ‘ But you are so cute… How is that even possible? ‘

You nodded negatively with a playful expression intended to dissimulate your embarrassment.

“ Not even with Johnny when getting high on my weed? What kind of friend is he?” He joked, trying to help you feel less uncomfortable with the confession. “ … Not even with that douchebag basketball player?”

That last question sounded a little bit more like a tease. but he was trying to hide that it came from a genuine, jealousy based, interest in knowing if Steve ever got that close with you.

Your answer was negative again and part of him felt relieved.

“ Don’t worry, sweetheart. There is nothing to be ashamed of, it’s not your fault that the dudes close to you have been so rude. “

He made you laugh with that pretty odd claim and seeing that made him smile while staring at your face.

“ That wasn’t even a proper first kiss,I barely touched you. If you are counting that one, I have very bad news for you: you still haven’t been kissed.“ He pointed out, slightly doubtful because he didn’t want to make you feel more uncomfortable with what he was about to propose. “ … If you are up to it, I can give you a real one. “

- The expression in your face was talking for you, but you had to force yourself into giving a clear answer and he waited for it before crashing his lips against yours again. “ Walk All Over You '' by AC/DC was casually sounding in the background as he was giving you a mind blowing kiss, caresses of all sorts included. With anyone else it wouldn’t feel as romantic as you felt it with him. Perhaps because he wanted to compensate you, he was making you feel romanced through the whole experience. Even if you didn’t know if he meant it to feel that way, you sensed it like his own definition of romance.

- “ Do you want more?” He teased you afterwards, noticing your blissful state. “ We can have as many as you want. I really don’t mind, I am a freak.”

That was, in fact, his way of hiding that he couldn’t get enough of it.

- You still wouldn't allow yourself high hopes after that. Eddie stated that he just wanted to help a friend into a nice first experience, the jokes he made about Johnnatan and Steve implied that. Not like that would stop you from revisiting the moment in your mind and daydreaming about it, but you got that more in control than what you expected. Your friendship seemed to have survived that romantical experiment unharmed.

- He even stopped freaking out about your friendship with Steve. Of course, you had no idea that it happened because he got the jealousy in control. Despite how adorable you were in your interactions with him, Harrington wasn't as close to you as he feared he could become.

- However, Eddie didn't know that Steve counted with the unconditional support of a certain wannabe matchmaker child. You never got into telling him about the very special topic of the hero worshiping your brother would usually make of his older friend.

- Dustin was ready to try anything to make it happen. Sometimes he was very obvious, like whenever he would make you sit next to each other for movie nights to later put the longest film he could pick and wait to see who would end up resting their head in the other's shoulder.

- That was how Steve was exposed to the Star Wars franchise and he happily freaked out little bit on that one time you were very tired and ended up being the one doing it.

- On family dinners with your mother, Dustin would always help him look as the nicest, best behaved boy in order to instalate the idea of making her wish Steve would be your boyfriend.

- " That is your brand. You are Jon Bon Jovi: highschool girls want to date you and their mothers don't wait until that happens to start calling you their son." He secretly explained the strategy to his friend the very first time he made him put it in practice. " Your better established competition is Eddie Van Halen. He is a freaking god playing guitar who manages to captivate hard rock, metal and pop audiences because he is talented as fuck and looks awesome in posters. Do you know why he hasn't defeated you yet? Because you know your brand better than anyone else in the market and that is making you climb to the top very fast with just one studio album in your discography."

" I don't understand you, Henderson! Can you please go slow... and maybe avoid confusing me even more?"

" Be the sweetest, most charming young man to my mom. Make her wish you would be joining us for dinner as my sister's boyfriend."

- As the school year was reaching its end Steve began to worry more about prom that of the upcoming exams. Not a weird attitude for someone who still didn’t got rid completely of the popularity mindset, but you would try to remind him of keeping his priorities in order.

- Dustin followed you on that most times, but he was also busy on his own plan trying to convince him of taking you as his date to prom. Steve was reluctant about the idea, giving a new set of excuses every time he would be asked about it.

- “ She is great, that is not in question… but she just joined the freaks’ club!” Was the last, desperate, excuse on the long list. “ That is social suicide, is worst than being in band. I would love to, but I can't show up there with your sister. “

“ Bullshit, you are just scared of rejectment.” Dustin straightfoldy replicated against it. “ What are you waiting for? It is a flawless plan: you ask it as a friend who is about to graduate and has no one else to take, then give her the most romantical night of her life. It is the premise of Carrie, but turned upside down. She is going to love it.”

- The kid was right in at least one thing: Steve was terrified of asking that to you because he was about 75% sure you were going to say no. The concept of prom as a popularity shitfest wouldn’t help to convince you, but he was scared of facing rejectment at a personal level. Not just because you hated the concept of the date, but because you wouldn’t want to date him.

- His conjectures could be wrong because most of your friends were weirdos, but there was something about your so-called friendship with Munson that you either didn’t realize or were hiding on purpose. The dude was into you, there was no other explanation for some of his attitudes. Plus, you seemed to be very close with him and he was pretty much into the very same shit you were. The chances were there, even when there was no direct confirmation of it. Asking his ex’s former boyfriend for advice and information was too awkward to be taken in consideration, so all Steve had about it was you as source. He wasn’t as convinced as you were of your theory about Chrissy, but that wasn’t the main aspect that gave him a bit of hope through your conversation about it.

- “ Steve, she is absolutely adorable. If you were a girl, you would be just like her. There is no way I am wrong, I know what I saw and it makes sense. It wouldn’t be the first time that one of my freaky counterparts crushes on the cute girlfriend of some jock he hates. No offense but, what happened between you and Johnny is the dream of many… Why wouldn’t it be Eddie’s too?”

“ Do you outcast girls never dream of dating the cute girl’s boyfriend?” He asked in reply, following your own terminology without daring to point out how you indirectly described him as adorable. “ It seems like a thing that can go both ways.”

“ I would prefer to drown in Crystal Lake before going on a date with that poor girl’s boyfriend.” You joked before providing a more compelling answer. “ That being said, it can be a fantasy for freak girls to … just not as recurrent because, in my humble opinion, when you are a girl you have to get a certain suspension of disbelief to get into it. The ‘ loser gets the popular love interest’ concept may be everywhere in some stuff we consume, like comic books, but that doesn’t go both ways. It’s only for the boys, we are not used to being spoon feeded that fantasy.. Do you know what is the closest thing to that we have? ‘Carrie’.. a bloody nightmare of shame and revenge that begins out of pity. “

- The likeness in which yours and your brother’s mind would think was somehow amazing and a bit scary to notice, precisely given the exactitude it was capable of reaching. His doubts didn’t vanish completely after hearing you reference the very same thing Dustin did, but he began to think that it could be a good idea. Besides, your way of presenting the situation made him think that you were more in the pole of unawareness and not hiding a secret relationship with the nerd club leader.

- Steve began to think that maybe, despite how different you two were, you could crush on a guy like him if you would allow yourself to think of it as a possibility. For as much as you denied it in speech, claiming that it wasn’t for you even in fantasy, evidence presented by your brother showed that you had a bit of a secret fangirl thing for the less threatening looking heartthrob among rockstars.

- Taking a risk and asking you to accompany him was worth trying, but the challenge was finding a proper opportunity to do it. It had to be at school, so it wouldn’t feel monitored by your little brother, but it didn’t have to happen near your friends because Munson could surely ruin it.For so, he simply chose to wait until the topic would reappear again between you.

- It’s not like you haven’t asked him before about his obsession with prom. You did, even at that time right after he was trying to get information about Eddie out of you to speculate in your availability. It was a bit of a naive comeback that you threw, in unawareness, following your horror reference like a punchline. You used to think that it was about Nancy, since it was pretty much possible that he would have priorly imagined himself there with her back when they were together. For what you have heard of him saying, he practically had a full fantasy developed of how prom night with his girlfriend was going to be.

- It was beautiful, you couldn’t help rooting for him and you would have lied if you would have denied to feel a bit of wishfulness while listening. Even from outside of the relationship he still sounded like the sweetest boyfriend and everything that was coming out of him sounded so dreamy. It may be overly romantic and a bit of a teen rom com dream but, deep down… who wouldn’t want that? Just listening to it was making you smile. His heartbreak was also relatable to you, even if that one at least came from an actual relationship.

- When this sweet dork finally asked you to be his date for his prom night party, your immediate guess was thinking that he needed an understanding friend that would be aware of the hurtful aspects and wouldn’t question it. An emotional support company, not an actual prom date that could criticize him for thinking of his ex while slow dancing.

- “ I know that you hate this sort of stuff, but it would be very important if you could come with me.”

Steve was way too nervous and you couldn’t understand why, so you rushed to give an emphatic affirmative response.

“ Of course, silly! You don’t have to deal with that alone, us losers have community spirit. “

He was listening to you with such a happy expression.

“ REALLY??” He asked again, a dorkish yell full of excitement. “ That would be so amazing. I promise that you will not regret it, I will do my best so you can have a good time.”

“ Steve, is alright.” You calmly cutted him off. “ We always do shit I like to do, you end up being indirectly forced to stand whatever nerdy crap Dustin and I are into at any given moment. For once, we can do something that is more you and there is nothing wrong with that, even if it’s just between you and me.”

He hugged you tightly, an outlet for his happy cheer, and you found yourself caught by the sweetness of the moment.

- You had no idea of how you were going to explain to the guys of Hellfire, before they could eventually find out from external sources, that you were the prom date of Steve Harrington with all the implications in that sentence.

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