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slutforleeminho · 4 months

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heyy, i love your work, i was wondering if you could write a fic based on the song ‘the other woman’ by lana del rey where the reader is the other woman. you could do it about any member :)

this is my first ever request since i’ve been on this app so i hope i did it right 😭

The other Woman • Hwang Hyunjin

thank you so much! i’m so happy that your first ask was on my acc! i hope you like it<3

warnings: suggestive(no explicit smut), arguing, infidelity, toxic relationship, plot twist at the end;)

"I have to go, beautiful." Hyunjin leaned down to kiss your forehead after pulling his pants up and buttoning them. He placed his hand on the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. "She'll get suspicious if I stay any longer."

This was normal for you, yours and Hyunjin's little routine. He'd take you out to dinner and treat you like a princess, paying for your meals and anything else you could possibly want. Holding your hand and taking you places you've only dreamed of going, then he'd take you home --your home-- and he'd fuck you like there was no tomorrow. And then he'd leave to do the same things with his wife.

You never understood why he pursued you the way he did when he had someone at home to take care of, but you didn't care enough to bring it up. Why would you? You have everything a young woman could ever want; a young, handsome, rich man who gives you anything you want. But only a few times a week. It's okay though, that just gives you plenty of time to do things that you enjoy like reading and going to museums and admiring the beautiful pieces of art that you wished you could just shove in your bag and take home with you.

"Okay," You said with a tired smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Actually, I meant to tell you, I won't be able to come over tomorrow. Apparently, Violet has a family reunion, and she wants me to accompany her." He stated as he pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed his bag from the chair in the corner of your room.

Violet. Such a pretty name for such a lucky woman.

"Oh." Was all you replied with.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, of course not, these things happen," You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into as soon as you entered this relationship, if it can even be called that. "Just text me when you can. let me know when you want to meet up."

"Of course." He smiled.

He kissed you deeply before he left that night, almost making you forget that he had someone at home waiting for him, and you would be left here, cold and alone.

That text that he promised didnt come until a week later.

"I miss the way you feel wrapped around me." Was all that the message contained. You liked to imagine he was talking about your warm embrace, but you knew that wasn't true. He just wanted to feel an unfamiliar body underneath his.

You weren't sure how you ended up like this. When you first met Hyunjin he was sweet and caring, attentively listened to you while you complained about your bad day at work and massaged away all the soreness in your muscles. You can't remember the last time he's taken you out to dinner or bought you flowers. Now you were just his escape from his nagging wife.

You put up with the constant shame and guilt you felt for being with someone who already had their someone, because you thought that maybe his love for you would grow and that maybe someday Hyunjin would realize that you're the one he wants to spend every waking moment with and not someone else. But as your love for him grew your patience shrunk until one day you snapped.

Hyunjin was collecting his things after he had finished what he came here for, which was to get his dick wet and nothing more. "I won't see you again after tonight."

Hyunjin stopped in his tracks and stared at you with wide eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean I deserve more than this. I deserve to have someone's full attention and all of their heart." You held yourself together, determined not to cry Infront of him. He doesn't deserve your tears.

"Baby, what are you even talking about?" He knelt down in front of you and placed his hand on your shaking knees. "Of course, I love you."

"No, you don't," You shook your head. "You love my body, you love having someone at your disposal, someone you can use only for your own pleasure. If you loved me even in the slightest there wouldn't be another woman getting the treatment that I crave so fucking much." All the emotion you've kept stuffed away finally revealed itself in the form of a single tear running down your cheek.

It was silent for a long time before Hyunjin spoke. "I'll leave her." You snapped your head up so fast that it hurt. "If that's what you want than I'll do it." The way he worded it as if it was your choice whether his marriage ended or not made you sick to your stomach, but you couldn't deny that you felt a flutter of hope in your chest that maybe this didn't have to end after all. But you're smarter than that. He says this now, but he doesn't mean it, and even if he did you wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing that a woman who did nothing wrong was out there most likely crying herself to sleep while your warm and safe in the love of her life's arms.

"No, be with her. I'll be okay." That was a complete lie but even after everything he's done, you still don't want him to worry about you.

"Please don't do this to me. I love you and I want to be with you. He held on to your legs tighter.

"Funny, isn't that what you told her when you vowed in front of God and everyone that your love for her would be eternal." His mouth snapped shut and his hands left your legs before he stood. He leaned down and before you could register what was happening his lips were on yours. You immediately reciprocated, leaning forward and pressing yourself closer into him. He was so intoxicating, the way his tongue glided with yours so smoothly had you in a trance; you snapped out of it when he placed his right knee on the bed beside you and started pushing you backwards. "No!" you shoved him away. He stumbled backwards but regained his balance quickly. "I'm not doing this with you, Hyunjin. I can't do this anymore, its wrong."

"Since when do you have morals?" His voice was louder this time, he was pissed.

"I've always had them, but I put them aside because I love you!" It was your turn to stand up and look him square in the face. "But the longer we do this the more I realize that this isn't love, its obsession and its toxic. You never loved me Hyunjin you were curious about infidelity, and I was an easy target because my standards were so fucking low that I actually settled for you."

"Fuck this, I don't have to sit here and listen to you degrade me like this." He grabbed his bag and left, but not without slamming the door behind him.

The past month has been hell. After laying in your bed for an entire week you decided to pack up all of Hyunjins things and throw them out, the smell of him that was radiating off of them was making you sick to your stomach every time you walked in the room. And then you went to the mall to treat yourself to a new outfit, you wanted something that didn't have any memories of him attached to it. A trip to your favorite coffee shop followed after that. you hadn't been her in a while and you missed the smell of fresh espresso as you walked in the door.

After getting yourself your favorite -a butter pecan macchiato and a small triple chocolate brownie (they were out of doughnuts)- You sat in the best spot in the entire shop, in a little booth in the corner right next to the window, where you could watch the leaves that had no color left in them fall to the ground only to get trampled over by the passing pedestrians. The leaves reminded you a lot of yourself in a way, but you hoped you never had to fall again.

"Hi," a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned to find yourself looking up at a very handsome young man. His hair was blonde, and it came down to his shoulders. he had an apron on, and a big smile plastered across his face, little freckles decorated his cheeks. "I saw you bought one of the brownies, it's a new recipe I tried, and I wanted to ask if you enjoyed it."

"Oh," You blinked up at him. "Um yeah it's really good, maybe my new favorite."

"Oh, thank god," He let out a sigh of relief. "I was worried that it wouldn't be any good. See a couple of the ingredients I use were sold out, so I had to substitute-" He stooped in the middle of his sentence. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I tend to do that a lot."

"No, it's okay," You huffed out a laugh. He was so cute. "Now I'm curious about what ingredients were sold out." You joked.

He smiled widely at you and stretched his hand out. "I'm Felix."

You hesitated but took his hand anyway. "Nice to meet you, Felix."

PART TWO HERE

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tink27 · 4 months

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Steddie ficlet (might do a follow up to show Eddie's reaction)

"He likes a boy"

after years of friendship, and being joined at the proverbial hip, Robin liked to think she could read Steve pretty well, however, his love of being just vague enough to confuse her made this difficult.

"who likes a what now?" still trying to get a read on Steve's feelings, but as of right now he just seemed, disconnected. Since showing up unexpectedly at her house, he had maintained that far-away sort of look that showed that even Steve didn't know what he was feeling.

"Eddie... he... we were hanging out and he" finally he fully met Robin's gaze, and the heartbroken edge to his vacant stare became evident "he was implying, heavily, that he likes me"

"... likes likes you?"

Steve's expression briefly switched to mocking disbelief at her childish choice of words, but he didn't have the energy for any kind of clever retort

"Yes Robin! like likes me!" throwing up his hands before allowing them to smack down against their Jeans ("their" because they fit them both and had been making the rotation between both Steve and Robin's wardrobe for months, she wasn't entirely sure who they belonged to to begin with, not that it mattered)

"And you're... upset?" This was baffling because in the months since Eddie returned for the upside-down, the two had never been closer. Far too many shifts consisted of Steve waxing poetic about Eddie while Robin vaguely tried to relate and be supportive. Although why Steve seemed so utterly smitten as he talked about Eddie's hair or musical elitism would never really make sense to Robin. But still, she saw how they were together.

Steve had a bad track record for love, pouring every part of himself into another person in a way that was truly heartbreaking to watch. However, it became significantly less heartbreaking when it was accompanied by Eddie's eyes following Steve around every room, and always looking to him in conversations no matter who was there because it was Steve's opinion and thoughts that mattered to him most. They truly were obsessed with each other, and honestly, Robin had been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

So Steve's stricken expression made no sense, nor did his frustration that Robin - despite being his platonic soulmate - didn't magically understand the issue he was having.

"I dont know Robs, its just he likes... Steve Harrington" his voice was defeated as he said it, but it still explained nothing

"....you're Steve Harrington" The confusion in her voice was evident "Am I missing something here, this isn't a 'King Steve' thing is it, because Eddie has made it pretty clear that he thought you were a jerk back then"

the noise of frustration from Steve showed she clearly had missed the point and never had she wished so badly to read her best friend's mind as when the tears began to well up in his eyes. She wanted to hug him, but knew from experience that Steve needed to get the thoughts out first.

There was a minute of silence that Robin had to try desperately to not break, every instinct wanting to spit out an awkward and unhelpful comment to lighten the mood, but she knew she just had to wait.

"I'm not..." the words seemed to get lodged in his throat, even those two words came out scratchy and uncomfortable

He squeezed his eyes shut "I'm not a boy"

Steve opened their eyes, with a desperate expression "I'm not a boy"

It was a statement but also a plea. Begging for Robin to know exactly what to say. She didnt.

"you're not a boy." Robin made sure to sound confident, at least she could pretend to know what she was doing. It seemed okay because they gave an awkward nod, head moving slightly too much for it to seem natural

"you're.... a girl?"

the tears seemed to spill the second she said it, and a choked noise lodged itself in their (her?) throat, but after a moment of panicked pause their eyes screwed shut and they nodded but also shrugged. Clearly just as confused by their discomfort as Robin is.

"Okay, thats okay Ste-" shit, stupid "that's okay babe, you're still you, and hey I might be... severely romantically challenged but even I know Eddie is obsessed with you"

there's a brief watery smile before the corners of her lips are pulled down "He likes Steve, he wouldn't like me"

"Horse shit" Robin wasn't as confident as she was trying to sound, but she knew that her best friend was still her best friend and that anyone who didn't adore her was an idiot (as all best friends know)

she moved to sit next to her friend who had ended up on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest, and once again the silence was allowed to stretch out before them, only broken up by heartbroken sniffles and shakey breaths

"so..." Robin wished more than any other moment that she wasn't so awkward "Not Steve?"

"I-" the thought gets broken off " It doesn't feel right, doesn't feel like it's me"

"whats you?" two words encapsulating a question that was near impossible to answer, but it still felt right to ask, to show that Robin wanted to know the answer.

the expression on her face showed that her friend also thought the question unanswerable, and a frustrated shrug fell from her

Robin hated that defeated expression, so she tried "Michelle?"

Clearly, the scrunched-up expression implied it wasn't a fit

"Hannah?" no not that

"Sarah?" seemed less disgusted but still no

"Becky?" okay back to disgust, moving on

"OH! Punch me if this sucks, but... Stevie?" Robin felt the need to justify her choice, showing that she wasn't just trying to make her keep her old name "Like Stevie Nicks! I could see that, dye your hair blonde, get some bangs"

the comment about changing her hair was obviously met with a scowl, but after a soft smile found its way onto her face "Stevie feels better"

Robin had never felt so smart, she was a fucking genius "Stevie is it babe"

Stevie spent moments looking at her, seemingly deep in thought before softly speaking "Thank you Robin"

it seemed too formal for them, to say it so directly with her name like that, but she could tell that Stevie was really grateful so Robin held back the tears (one of them had to be the butch one in this relationship)

"no problem babe" it was spoken just as softly as the thanks, and for now it seemed enough

"Now, tell me what happened with Eddie"

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hannieehaee · 4 months

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them accidentally ditching you on your bday pt. 2- pu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, jun's has one brief suggestive mention, fluffy ending, etc.

part 1

wc: 3232

a/n: tysm to everyone who read and enjoyed the whole series <33 it was rlly fun to write angst with a fluffy ending hehe

masterlist

jun -

against his better judgment, jun sat in silence for a while as he contemplated what to do. you were likely not only mad, but also disappointed at him ditching you like that. except he hadnt meant to! he truly had no idea he would sleep through the entirety of the morning. he had been so excited to spend his favorite day with his favorite person, but now he was left as a complete asshole while you believed him to have carelessly put you aside with no warning

after a few more minutes of self-pitying, he decided to get up. it was better to try and make amends and explain himself than to let even more time pass. he knew you'd be out by the time he arrived to your place, but at least that way he could fix something up for your arrival. he decided against calling you. it didnt feel personal enough, plus, the least he could do was surprise you.

without further thought, jun headed straight to your place, but not before inquiring his mom about a few recipes he knew you liked. his current plan was to make you a romantic dinner upon your return. in order to allow you to enjoy your day in whichever way you wished to, he continued to not contact you with his new plan. he knew it might've been dumb to not even answer the multiple messages you'd left him while he slept, but he wanted to apologize face to face with a romantic gesture.

preparing the meal had been easy enough. he followed it by creating a nice ambience with the lights and a few candles, along with some mellow music and incense. the next step in his plan was to offer you a massage and his wholehearted company for the rest of the night to do whatever you so wished.

luckily for him, your outing did not extend into the night, meaning his meal would become either a brunch or an early dinner. but that didn't matter to him the moment you stepped in and spotted him in suit and tie waiting for you in your apartment, eyes wide as saucers at the unexpected intrusion.

"jun?"

"wait! dont say anything. i rehearsed this, okay? let me say my thing first."

you were already used to his shenanigans, so you gestured at him to continue before voicing any questions.

"i'm so sorry. i know i promised to be here. and i was planning to be here on time! but i, uh, i fell asleep. i know how stupid that sounds, trust me! i didn't plan on this. i was so exhausted and i didnt realize that id sleep through all my alarms and your messages. my phone died last night too, so i didnt even realize you had called me. i'm just ... im sorry. i know im an idiot. please forgive me? i made you a romantic dinner to make up for it! i hope you like it, they're my mom's recipes," he paused for a second before continuing, "i love you! i wanted to spend the whole day with you, i swear. i know it didnt go as planned, but id you let me, id love to spend what remains of it doing whatever you want. im sorry i left you alone. i never meant to."

"junnie ..."

jun immediately noticed your lip begin to stick out in a pout, with watery eyes to match.

"oh, fuck. baby, i'm so sorry," he rushed you into his embrace, "i didnt mean to make you cry! i- how can i make it up to you? i'll do anything, just say the word."

you halted him before he could continue, remaining in his hold but disconnecting yourself enough to look into his eyes.

"no, junnie. it's just ... fuck, im sorry if my texts were harsh. i thought you had just ditched me for no reason. you must've been so exhausted, baby, im sorry. i understand why you weren't here, and ... god, thank you for the dinner. you're so sweet, junnie, im so so-"

"no! dont apologize. you're not allowed to apologize on your birthday. in a perfect world i wouldve made it home and fallen asleep in your arms instead. will you have dinner with me? then i can take you to bed," he interrupted himself upon realizing what he said, "oh, wait! not like that! but well, if you want too ... it's your day, anything you say goes. happy birthday, by the way," he pressed his nose to yours, "i love you."

you couldn't help but giggle at his panicked state, appreciating the sweet words nonetheless.

"thank you, junnie. i love you."

soonyoung -

soonyoung wasn't too sure where he was going.

it's not like be was blackout drunk, he was just drunk. period. he still had some sense of reason. he was almost 85% sure he was in minghao's car. but there was no way to be completely sure from the angle in which he was laying down. that's when his friend decided to inquire his name to check on him, thus confirming soonyoung's current whereabouts. that was also when soonyoung fell right back asleep.

next time he gained consciousness he was being dragged out of the car and being directed to follow minghao. he could recognize his new location anywhere. he was standing right outside your apartment. when you opened the door, he couldnt help but instantly let himself fall atop you, attacking you with a hug as you were forced a few steps back due to his body weight being dropped on you. you held him back, patting his back as you spoke to minghao about something. he wasn't too sure. the familiar scent at the crook of your neck had him too distracted to care.

finally minghao left, allowing you two some alone time. you left him on the couch and got him water, telling him he needed to sober up before you could talk, because apparently you had something to say to him. it was odd. you weren't cooing at him as you usually did. you also weren't stuck to his side, giving him his daily dose of physical affection like he'd always demand. he decided to shrug it off, allowing himself to fall into deep slumber on the uncomfortable space of your couch. he'd figure it out tomorrow.

when tomorrow came, soonyoung was hit with two things. one came after the other.

the first was his headache, which almost went away on its own at the mere aight of the aspirin you had left on the coffee table in front of him. he made a mental note to give you a thank you kiss the moment he saw you.

the next thing he was hit with was realization of how uneven this relationship seemingly was.

as he got up to seek you out, he stopped just before entering your bedroom, realizing you were on a phone call. he didn't mean to eavesdrop, but he was also really nosy by nature, so the math did itself.

"yeah. im sorry for cancelling on you yesterday ... no, i know ... it's not like that .... he just forgot .... yeah ..... he came home drunk .... i dont know. i think i'll just let him figure it out on his own .... i am hurt. we made plans and he just blew me off to drink with his friends, of course im hurt .... i'll just see you tomorrow, i gotta go take care of him .... yeah, i know im an idiot, but i love him .... okay, bye. love you too."

soonyoung could only hear your side of the conversation, but that had been enough for him to clue the pieces together. your birthday was yesterday. which was something he knew, but had completely left his mind at the mention of free drinks with the guys.

after that realization came many others.

you had shown him no type of anger upon his arrival, even making sure take care of him in his drunken state. you had changed him into his pjs as he slept, tucked him into your couch, given him medicine. even after he blew you off. on your birthday. fuck.

he gave himself no time to think before he barged into the room, immediately kneeling in front of you as he grabbed onto your hands. he paid no mind to your shocked state as he started babbling apologies to you.

"im so sorry, i- i dont know how i forgot. baby ... im so fucking sorry. i cant believe you took care of me even after i forgot. you shouldve punished me. you should punish me. i dont deserve you. im so so so sorry. i love you so much, i swear i never meant go forget. im just an idiot. that's not an excuse! you're just too good for me. I'll make it up to you! how can i? anything! please, i love you."

his rambling could only be blamed on his still buzzed state, as that had only been half of his apology. he kept going for ten minutes, allowing you no room to respond. he was surprised when by the end of it you'd instructed him to get up, almost tackling him in a hug as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he might've been an idiot, but he'd accept any affection from you he could get. always.

"soonie ..." you pulled away to look into his eyes, a sweet softness behind them. them you decided to slap his chest, making him wince at the unexpectedness of it, "you fucking idiot! i waited for you all day, and you ditch me for alcohol?"

"baby, i-"

"no! i cant sit through another ten minutes of apologies. im pretty sure you're a little drunk still. i forgive you. but you have a lot of making up to do, understand?"

he felt like a scolded puppy, but agreed regardless, telling you that he would swear off alcohol if that's what it took. he enjoyed your giggle as he suggested ridiculous ways to make it up to you, knowing he'd genuinely do anything to make up for ever making you upset.

minghao -

if he hadn't felt immediate regret the moment the words came out of his mouth, he sure felt it now, hearing you cry through the door to your shared bedroom.

he had no idea what had gotten into him. never had he ever even entertained the idea of disrespecting you like that, much less ever making you cry. he could take his job too seriously sometimes, making him a bit too irritable when his work ethic was questioned in any way. although this was true, he knew it was still just a cheap excuse for his behavior. no matter what had been going through his mind, he knew he had no right to speak to you in the way that he did, dismissing you so coldly on a day that was meant to celebrate you.

he was unsure what to do. he wanted to comfort you so badly, but he knew that he had been the sole cause for your pain. he felt himself get emotional at the mere thought, with your sobs making him weak at the knees in regret. he sat himself down on the other side of the door, knowing from the proximity of your cries that you must've been on the opposite side as well. he kept quiet, simply torturing himself as he heard the love of his life cry because of him. there was only so much he could take, however, before finally interrupting.

"my love ..?"

your cries seized a bit at his interruption, but your sniffles and heavy breath could still be heard, breaking his heart bit by bit.

"angel ... im so sorry ... i- i don't know what came over me. you're right. i should've called you. there is no world in which i wouldnt want to be with you to celebrate the birth of the love of my life. you're my everything. i want to shout it from the rooftops. i want everyone to know who my entire world is; who makes my heart beat," he took a pause to breathe, allowing himself to think of how to properly apologize to you, "i should never speak to you the way i just did, i ... im disgusted with myself. you're the most important thing in my life. being the source of your sadness makes me lose my mind. my one purpose in this life is to love you with all i have. im so sorry ... my love, please dont cry over me. no one deserves your tears."

by the end of his speech you had begun to cry harder, making his heart crumble even more.

"angel ... let me see you, please. i need to hold you, need to- need you in my arms. cant stand not taking away your pain, please, i-"

his words were interrupted by a sudden opening of the door. by the time he'd gotten up, you had already walked further into your room, sitting on the edge of the bed as you made yourself as small as possible, looking down while he approached. he knelt in front of you, grabbing your hands as he held them against his own, kissing at the back of your palms as he professed his love for you once more. he then got up and made it so you'd stand up with him, allowing him to cradle you in his arms.

"please forgive me ... i adore you more than anything."

you finally looked up at him, bloodshot eyes as he looked down at you with both worry and adoration.

"did you mean it? do you really not care to ditch me for your career? did you-"

"no! never. you're everything to me. there's nothing i hold more dear to my heart than your own. i'll never make you cry again. i'll grow old with you and give you nothing but happiness. please, please forgive me."

he knew his words could only get him so far, being fully aware that he had purposely hurt your feelings in the heat of the moment. he simply hoped that this would not cause a strain in your relationship; that you would somehow look past it and give him the forgiveness that he didn't deserve.

his thoughts were fortunately interrupted by a soft meeting of your lips, allowing him to melt into you before you pulled away.

"hao ... i forgive you. i- i never thought you'd just disregard me like that," he physically winced at the thought, "but you've shown me nothing but love and respect otherwise. i understand you were stressed, and i love you, so i forgive you."

"thank you, angel. i'll take tomorrow off, okay? let me keep you all to myself so i can show you how sorry i am; how badly i love you."

he then spent the rest of the night attached to you, waxing poetic at you as he told you of all the plans he had for the two of you tomorrow, even eventually progressing into talking about his night at the fashion show. your enthusiasm at his rambles made him realize how fortunate he was to have you all over again. he made a promise to himself and to you that he'd never lose his temper around you ever again.

chan -

"wait, what? ah! don't hit me!"

"you idiot! you're dating a literal angel and you forget their birthday?! what is wrong with you?"

"it's not today! it's, uh, wait. fuck. today?!"

checking his phone really quickly he realized that today's date was in fact your birthday. he hadn't bothered to write down a reminder for your birthday anywhere, knowing there was absolutely more way he could forget. except that the days had begun to blend together at some point, rendering him into a machine as he just went to his schedules without much thought. what he hadn't accounted for, however, was for your birthday to get lost in the mess also.

chan hadn't planned for his day to go like this. he 100% was not expecting to be berated by seungkwan the moment he stepped foot into the practice room, being scolded over being a careless boyfriend. even as annoyed as he was at his friend, he knew he was right. he hadn't meant to, but ultimately he had forgotten about you. it sucked to think about how he had bid you goodbye just this morning with not a single care in the world, now realizing that you were probably alone and feeling disregarded by him. i mean, for fuck's sakes, he had told you to take the day off a few weeks back. promising a fun afternoon together after he got off work. and now he had completely forgotten about it.

he needed to fix this, and quick.

like any lovesick guy (such as chan, who was immensely down bad for you), he ran to leave practice. he knew soonyoung would have his ass on a silver platter the moment he arrived and noticed chan's absence, but after weighing his options (hurting your feelings vs. being berated by yet another one of his older brothers), he decided you were the clear priority.

ran might've been an overstatement, but he did rush as much as he could. he wanted to account for the extra time he'd need to spend to stop by a flower shop on the way in order to beg for forgiveness in a more heartfelt way.

after picking a bouquet of your favorites, he instructed the driver to take him to your address, which led him to his current predicament as he stood outside your apartment door, breathless due to having ran up the stairs in very dramatic fashion. what could he say? he was just a boy in love.

the moment you opened the door to his knocks, he rushed in, rambling endless apologies to you as he handed you the flowers, professing his love to you while also whining (mostly at himself) that seungkwan of all people had been the one to remind him of the love of his life's special day. it was funny, really, how he didn't seem to run out of words when expressing his regret at his mistake.

you interrupted him halfway through his fourth apology, giggling at his widened eyes. okay, this was not exactly the reaction he was expecting.

"chan! jesus, breathe," you interrupted, "i'm not mad. i mean, i was. but you literally only left an hour ago, i cant believe you're back already."

"i headed back the moment kwan told me. baby. i'm sorry. i had planned to take the day off and surprise you, it just slipped my mind, i swe-"

"chan! it's fine! i'm not- i'm not mad, i promise. the fact that you came back running is so ... it's funny," you giggled again, "but its also very sweet. you have nothing to apologize for, okay? i'm just happy you're here."

he hugged you after that, disregarding the flowers in your hands as he nuzzled his nose into your hair.

"remind me to thank kwannie for reminding my bad, forgetful boyfriend about my birthday."

"yah! you're not allowed to hang out with him anymore, okay? he's a bad influence," he complained against you, enjoying the vibration of your laugh in return.

a/n: sorry some are way angstier than others ;-; i wanted to vary them a little. anyways tysm if u read the entirety of this mini series <3

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mangosrar · 5 months

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cerebral

matt sturniolo x fem reader

this isn’t proof read 😛😛

suggestive ???

i knew this would happen. it happened with the last guy i went on a date with, and the guy before that. they just werent him. it was such a horrible feeling to sit across from someone in a restaurant searching their face for a more familiar one, one that had memories etched into his smile lines, one that had a piece of you with him. but the feeling of having him, but not being abel to have him, wasnt much better.

it was hard, finding the middle ground between my ex and my best friend. we both promised that if we ever broke up nothing would change between us. but it did. i was more cautious of him. i picked my words carefully when they left my mouth. i studied his body language whenever i was close to him. he was like a ticking time bomb. he could be set off at any minute.

lazy footsteps could be heard before i saw matt pad his way into my living room before he plopped himself down next to me. he let himself in. of course he did. he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees before turning to look at me with a sad smile on his face.

"you okay?" his voice was hushed. like if he spoke too loud i might shatter. i just nodded with a gloomy smile on my face.

"so why do you look so sad y/n?" he knew me so well and i hated it. i couldnt differentiate wether he knew me so well because he was my bestfriend for so long, or if because he was the love of my life at one point.

"just the date. i dont think you wanna hear about it" i let out a sad laugh as i spoke. his eyebrows furrowed for a second before he replied.

"youre still my bestfriend y/n. just because youre my ex too doesn’t mean you cant tell me about the new guys" he sounded genuine. like he didnt care about the new guys. like he wasnt mad about them. but he should be. i wish he was. i wish he was repulsed at the thought of me ever being able to move on from him. but he wasnt. i kept my eyes trained to the ground. there was a heavy silence as he searched my face. i could feel his wandering eyes burning holes into me. like he could see straight into my brain.

"he called me cerebral matt" i paused, eyes still boring holes into the carpet beneath me. "i didnt even know what it meant" i raised my eyebrows and let out a huff of air through my nose. "would it have killed him to call me pretty instead?" i finally looked up at matt to see his eyes still on me. a look on his face that i couldnt decipher. i hated that he could see my walls crumbling.

"you are pretty y/n" he cooed, his voice so sickly sweet. matts hand moved onto my leg. rubbing slow circles with his thumb. i hated this. i hated that he could sit there and tell me this and not be mine. how could he promise to soften every edge and hold the world to its best when he was killing me.

"you cant say thing like this matt" i pushed his hand off my leg and just like that the walls were built back up again. his eyes dropped to his hand that was now slumped onto the sofa then back up to my face. he knew this was coming.

"why not?" he knew why. he just wanted to hear me say it. i paused momentarily. weighing up my options. deciding wether to say the real reason or to just leave it hanging in the air and say something that we both know is a lie. i didnt know where i stood with matt. he would treat me like in still his girlfriend in some ways, caring for me, being a shoulder for me to cry on and always being there to hold my hand when i needed him to, but he would drop it after a few seconds, leaving cold, heart shaped scars in his wake.

"because im still in love with you" tears were threatening to spill as i spoke. his face didnt move a fraction. he didnt even blink, just staring at me like he was deep in thought. this was old news for him and he probably could have beat me to it but atleast he was kind enough to let me say it. matt didnt even speak. he just kept staring at me as he brought a gantle hand up to the side of my face.

before i could even pull his hand off my face his lips were on mine. i didnt have the type of self control to pull away. i leaned into him, craving the closeness, luckily he got the hint and pulled me into his lap so i was straddling him and the kiss grew heavy, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, his wandering hands grabbing and groping whatever skin he could. he moved his mouth off mine and began trailing wet kisses down my neck and jawline making my breath hitch and my eyes close.

he began sucking and biting the skin on the side of my neck making me while. my hands found home in his hair, tugging softly, earning a satisfied hum from matt before he spoke against me.

"lets just get back together mh?" i was so lost in the way his lips felt on my skin i didnt even register what he had said until a few seconds later. i immediately pulled his head away from me and stared at him with wide eyes.

"what?" surprise evident in the sound of my voice.

"i dont see what the problem is, we both still love each other and i hate seeing you go on dates with shitty guys so why not?" i couldnt even reply to him. i just stared at him with my wouth hung open. what the fuck.

"if you dont want to, ill stop, but if you do, just say the words and ill give you whatever you want." he sounded so sure.

"yes" that was all he needed before he smirked and brought his lips to mine again, kissing me, hot and heavy.

the kiss was sloppy and desperate, both of us urgent for a touch we craved so badly. he ground his hips up, pressing his hard on into my heat making me whine into his mouth. i felt him smile against my lips before he kissed down my chin and throat before licking a stripe up it, pulling a moan from me, causing my hips to stutter against his involuntarily.

make up sex is good for the soul.

pt 2 coming soon an it’s spicy 🤓

taglist: @christinarowie332 @biimpanicking @soursturniolo @freshlovehacker @urmyslxt @kitaysworld @kvtie444 @chrisenthusiast @flowerxbunnie @mattsd0ll @itsjennarose @hearttshapedkisses @lovingsturniolo

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♥︎ he loves you, he loves you not. ♥︎ satoru gojo x gn!reader - pt. 2

➡︎ pt.1 //

warnings // angst, blood, death mention, lots of hurt probably, gojo is practically in shambles and unstable, hes a little bipolar

notes // i made a pt.2 of the hcs since you guys were so curious about the readerr also the reader does not die buttt they— wc: 455

synopsis: he loves you dearly, but he doesnt have the right words to express it.

em. unavaible!gojo who has nightmares of the dream he had countered. you were sobbing, blood completely staining your clothes. you asked and asked why wasnt he there for you. why couldn’t he save you. all gojo had done was stare; his hands were trembling and his eyes closing shut, wishing this wasnt real, thinking this is all a dream.

em. unavaible!gojo that wakes up in the middle of the night, frantically tossing the bedsheets, shaking your body, lifting up your clothes to make sure you arent hurt.

en. unavailable!gojo who goes through insane episodes, asking for you to leave him alone, even go as far as breaking up with you just for him to cry in his arms again. gojo didnt want to lose you, and he couldn’t afford to.

em. unavailable!gojo that can barelt understand where you’re coming from. when you talk to gojo on how he should be more open and more affectionate, you were always shut down by him with a “i’m trying, but you know i have work.” or “you dont understand the amount of things i go through each day.” when you try to understand where and why gojo feels that way.

em. unavailable!gojo who never shows up to your planned dates or reservations.

em. unavailable!gojo who doesn’t act the part in the relationship. you feel as if you’re just roommates that sleep in the same bed and gojo wishes that he could tell you different.

em. unavailable!gojo that sits on your shared couch, legs crossed as he doesnt face you. you’ve mustered enough courage to tell him you’re done of this. you hated the fact he couldnt communicate or show any signs of affection. it felt like gojo just used you as a napkin to cry on.

em. unavailable!gojo watching you as your once empathetic and sympathetic face turned into that of guilt and shame.

em.unavailable!gojo who stands there to the side of the doorway, watching as you pack all of your belongings. this pained the both of you, but in the end you both had known this wouldnt work out.

em. unavailable!gojo who hugs your waist, digging his head into the curve of your neck. gojo had sobbed out an apology that made you regret leaving him. it made you feel like the world was crashing at your feet. but in the end, you knew you deserved more than a failing relationship.

em. unavailable!gojo who clings onto the things you left that day. it was so close to the day he basically lost everything. his friend. his best friend for years on end.

em. unavailable!gojo who hates when the cold kisses his skin, small flakes of snow falls onto his hair. december.. the worst time to be alone.

a/n: — break up. i hope you guys loved this series as much as i did! please consider liking, reblogging, and leaving recommendations! @ritsatoru

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cassiefromhell · 6 months

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Stars

JJK man of choice x Curse!Reader

Choices that won't work for this piece: any non-human character (maybe choso?) and assholes (toji. just toji)

wc: 700

warnings: kinda sad ngl. but none other than that

a/n: i had an idea. and then i didnt know which character to write it for. so you pick. (kinda nanami/geto/other chill character coded im ngl) this is all over the place but i needed it out of my system. anyways have fun

The stars have fascinated you for as long as you can remember.

You find yourself staring at them tonight, sitting on the roof of the building you’ve lived in for the past three years. Your knees are tucked to your chest, shingles digging into the soles of your bare feet.

But you just can’t help it. You wanted to watch the stars. So you are.

Your thumbs rub over your knees, feeling the velvet skin underneath. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been in this body, or that you can’t even recall what it was like when you were a mindless curse, your skin never feels like your own. You’re not human — you couldn’t even pretend that, given that most people can’t even see you. But you look like one, to those that can see you. Sometimes you feel like one.

So this body is yours, in the end.

Why, then, does it often feel so strange?

“You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You wouldn’t have even been able to sense his presence if it hadn’t been for the cursed energy radiating off of him. It’s rare to see him like this, out of his normal gear.

“Sorry,” you say, not sounding very apologetic. “Needed air.”

“You’re a curse. You don’t need oxygen.”

“I feel like I do.”

He sighs, and sits next to you, leaning back on his hands. “Why are you up?”

You shrug, gesturing up towards the sky. “The sky is pretty. It’d be a waste to not look at it.”

He’s silent. Like he knows you’re lying.

“Have you ever had a fascination with the sky?”

“No.”

You open and close your mouth once, then twice— and then frown. “Maybe that’s not a human thing. You have such trivial fascinations, sometimes.”

“Like what?”

“Money. Fame. Being better than everyone else.”

“And the sky isn’t trivial?”

“The sky stays,” you stand up, starting to walk up and down the center of the roof. “It remains above you, always.”

There’s a long pause. It’s not exactly uncomfortable. You’ve lived with this man long enough, had him close enough to understand his silence at times.

“Is it alright if I ask you something?” he inquires, tilting his head forward. A piece of hair falls over his forehead.

“Fire away.”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be human?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you cough a little. “Sometimes.”

“Go on.”

You sigh, sinking back down into your position next to him, laying back on the roof and staring up at the stars once more. “December 7th, 1989, I open my eyes for the very first time in this body. I would later discover that I was something else before then, some sort of a mindless curse, made out of the broken hearts of humans,” your eyelids flutter shut. “But at that moment, I knew that I was… other. I understood what a human was, but had no understanding of what they think or why they do what they do. I’ve come to learn that humans have a much broader sense of life than I do. And I wish I had that. That thrill of a first love, the heart-pounding nervousness of a virgin about to have sex with the one they believe is their future, the satisfying smile a couple gives each other on their deathbeds knowing that they have done everything together, lived their lives through and through. All I know is the fear of love. The cry your heart gives when you hold out your hand and they step away, the shattering of hope when they reject you, when they die and leave you behind. It’s built into me. And I wish I could see the other side.”

His hand reaches out, his finger brushing your cheek. “You’re closer to humans than any other curse. Hell, that’s why you’re here. I was assigned to take you under my wing, make sure you weren’t a psychopath like most conscious curses. But you aren’t. I once watched you sit outside and watch a bee for twenty minutes. And I think that’s the most human thing — you admire the beauty of life, of humanity.”

And for the very first time, a tear slips down your cheek. He wipes it away.

“See?” he holds up his damp thumb. “Human.”

“…Human,” you nod, chewing your lip.

His hand slips around to cradle the side of your face, tilting your head up to meet his, noses brushing. An unfamiliar heat creeps up your spine as you admire those perfect eyes of his.

“Let me show you the other side.”

And you let him.

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slutsofren · 10 months

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would you mind writing a little ficlet (or hcs) of the batboys and reader taking care of their newborn?

ever since i read the oneshot where reader goes into labor, i've been going FERAL at the thought of the batboys being loving dads set in the hloc universe🥺🥺

but only if you're comfortable and if you want to!!! you don't have to do this if you don't want to, no hard feelings 💜

OOH THIS IS GOOD

okay so i should start with a blanket message. i, personally, do not have children, i do not know how to raise a child save for a cat who is my pride and joy. i do not wish to have a child in my life. with that being said i will likely get a lot of things (lol everything) wrong in more detailed ways but hey, that's why this is a fantasy fic right lol

as always, details under the cut!! i went for general attitudes towards your pregnancy in the high lady universe but if you want something a wee bit different just shoot on over an ask :> 🤍🌹

**i will not be posting this to ao3 so it is a ✨tumblr exclusive✨

cw: babies, a little bit of violence mentioned but nothing bad :>

Azriel

az was the first one to try and get you pregnant and yes, he was trying multiple times a day for it to take so when the little flutter first happened, he cried. big fat tears.

when the babe was born with dripping black onyx wings az had weeped, they all did

he began to take less spy missions that would keep him away longer than a few hours just to stay home with his child, at least until they would old enough yeah right

it would take him months before he was able to stay a single night away on a mission at which point you had to reassure him with multiple kisses that the two of you would be fine

he cared for you in every single way possible, physically, mentally, emotionally, and would do everything in his power to keep you both happy

you wanted a bath? absolutely, here is your bath but let him take the baby, no it's fine he wanted to hold them :)

there would be nights where the babe would wake and cry and az would jump up and immediately take to them, consoling their cries

you'd watch as az would gently murmur stories from memory, of a high lady who fought to the death for her lovers, stories of you

az always was and always will be the protector of your little family

Cassian

absolute loser of a daddy

he didnt know the first thing of being a dad and he sure as hell did not know how to care for one

all brawn and very little brain for baby 101

he was never sure if he wanted kids when he first met you but seeing you pregnant, seeing his family, he was satisfied with whatever the outcome may be

he once tried to give baby a dagger when they were still a toddler and if you listen closely you could still hear Rhys’ voice shouting “NO” from the mountains of Illyria

for the first few weeks, cass was afraid he was going to drop the baby so he avoided holding them at all costs, leaving it to az and you

it wasnt until you assured him it was going to be fine did he give in, only to immediately start crying when he realized this was his family. he had a family. everything he fought for was for this.

cass was a warrior and he was absolutely going to be the one who trained your babies how to kick ass like him

Rhysand

rhys always was and always will be the most hesitant of the daddies

it took him time to come to terms with your pregnancy only because he lost his first family so violently, he wasn't sure if he was ready for that step but he knew he wanted it with you

rhys was the one who would secretly take the babe under the cover of darkness outside to practice flying as a surprise for you all

knowing the childhood of your other mates, he did everything he could to ensure none of your babies would ever grow up in violence like them or be in want of affection

with that being said, he became much more violent towards members of his court of nightmares.

he was a high lord so he was often not home but he would be damned to let the disease fester and grow under his reign, and he would make sure none of your children would shoulder his burden

to him, rhys did not care if he was biologically the father of any of your babies but he would fight wars for them so they would never have to

#the high lady talks #anon ask #the high lady of cunning #acotar rewrite #rhysand #rhys acotar #rhysand x reader #cassian acotar #cassian x reader #azriel acotar #azriel x reader

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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years

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One Of Us - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: omg! I was able to complete this story! I really hope you guys like it cause it turned out to be really long but I liked how it turned out xD

Requests - Anonymous asked: i need more steddie x reader comfort plssss maybe when like the reader doesn’t feel good enough for them so she leaves them and theyre like ‘i know for a fact she didnt stop loving us’ and they somehow find out that she’s been beating herself up abt it and having breakdowns and really in need of them but she can’t go to them bc she doesn’t deserve them and just a lot of angst to the reader but comfort in the end??sorry this is long!!

- theweirdone2468 submitted: Hiiii!! I was wondering could you do steddie x reader where reader is/was always quiet growing up and has abandonment issues and easily left out and reader starts feeling left out and doesn’t know how to tell them. Basically angst to fluff please I love your writing!!!!

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); reader is feeling insecure and left out; mentions of sex; this is really angsty and super long; I think that’s it, but please let me know if I missed anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D

Your name: submit What is this?

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One Of Us

One of us is crying, one of us is lying In a lonely bed... staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely, one of us is only... waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small Wishing she had never left at all

“Good morning, Buster” you smiled when you felt your dog getting on your bed and waking you up.

You opened your eyes and saw the beautiful Bernese mountain dog looking at you and you scratched the back of his ear. You remembered the day you and Eddie brought him home. You found him wandering the streets by himself and you didn’t have the heart to leave him there. So you brought him back home with you and begged Steve to let you keep him. Which wasn’t really that hard since he put up that act of ‘I-don’t-want-a-dog’ that was over as soon as he saw Buster’s eyes and now he was the one who spoiled him the most.

“Where are your dads?” you asked, sitting up. And then you saw a note on Eddie’s side of the bed. “Oh, right” you sighed, opening the letter, letting you know that Steve had to go to work early and Eddie was planning some big campaign, so he needed Dustin’s help.

You didn’t really mind it. But always asked them to wake you up before they left to say goodbye. You knew they wanted to let you sleep in on your day off, but you still missed them. You felt like you had been seeing less of them in the past few weeks. Either your work schedule would cross with Steve’s or Eddie’s campaign or new job after school, or they would come home really late when you were already asleep, or leave before you got up. You were still trying to get into the routine now that you have been in your new apartment for a few months, which is why all of you were working more. You loved your new apartment and you knew they did too, but you still couldn’t help but miss them.

At least, since it was your day off, that meant you could take their lunch and have some time with each one of them. And, your anniversary was coming up soon in a couple of days and you three will spend the entire weekend together. You smiled to yourself, getting up from the bed and bringing Buster with you.

“Come on, boy. We have a big day ahead of us!” you said, excitedly as Buster followed you around the apartment.

After finishing your chores and making lunch for your two boys, you put each of them in the lunchboxes you got them. Even if they were a bit childish, you knew Steve loved his green Ninja Turtles lunchbox, and Eddie loved his Scooby Doo lunchbox so much he even threatened everyone in Hellfire if they made fun of it.

You headed out the door with Buster by your side. You knew Eddie and Steve hated the fact that you were his favorite. No matter how much the two of them spoiled him since he was a puppy (even if they loved to deny it) if you were to make him choose, you were certain Buster would run to you. Because you had. Eddie tried endless times to get him to go over to him instead, but he went to you. Every single time.

You drove Steve’s car, thankful that they took Eddie’s van since you were, as Steve liked to say ‘a hazard’ driving a car that big, and you headed over to Hawkins High first. You walked out of the car and were immediately surrounded by Dustin, Mike, Will, and Lucas. Mostly because they loved Buster.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Dustin greeted you, happily as they approached you both and the other three did the same.

“Hi, guys, how are you?” you smiled at them as Lucas and Will knelt down to pet Buster.

“Hi, buddy!” Lucas said, happily as Buster started licking his face. He loved the kids almost as much as you and your boyfriends did.

“Have you guys seen Eddie? I brought his lunch for him” you smiled.

“Oh, yeah, he’s supposed to meet us in like ten minutes to go over something about the campaign” Dustin told you.

“He said something about handling a deal on the�� benches like off campus or something” Mike said.

“Oh, yeah, I know where that is” you told them. “Thanks, guys! I’ll see you around” you smiled as you started walking to the spot where you knew Eddie handled most of his deals. “Come on, boy” you said, going with Buster.

You stopped when you heard someone laughing—someone who wasn’t Eddie. You stepped closer and saw Chrissy Cunningham sitting on one side of the table as Eddie dramatically fell to the floor and then got up, making her laugh.

"On the good news, flattery works with me so… 25% discount off your purchase, lovely lady” you heard him say with a smile.

You trusted Eddie wholeheartedly. Steve as well. But there were just a few moments where you couldn’t help but let your insecurities get the best of you. They were both really handsome men. You knew that. So, it didn’t help when perfect people, like Chrissy Cunningham, got their attention and he made her laugh the way he was doing it now. You knew Eddie and he did whatever he could to make people comfortable around him, and that’s probably what he was doing. But you hated the fact that sometimes it made an ugly feeling grow inside of you. One that always told you that they could do so much better than you. You tried to bury them deep inside. And you would think that it wouldn’t happen as much since you have been together for so long, living together and all. But you still had a bit of trouble controlling these feelings sometimes. You couldn't really help it. Everyone in your life had left at some point. Steve and Eddie were the people that had shown you what love really was. So you were constantly terrified that it would happen with them too. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Buster barked loudly when he saw one of his dads.

“Shit” you muttered. “Buster!”

“Is someone there?” you heard Chrissy ask, worriedly.

“Princess?” you heard Eddie walking towards you. “What are you doing here?” he smiled.

“S-sorry” you said, trying to calm Buster down. “We didn’t mean to scare you” you smiled looking at Chrissy.

“Oh, hello, (Y/N)” she smiled kindly at you. “Who is this cutie?” she asked excitedly when she saw Buster.

“Oh, this is my boy, Buster” Eddie said, grabbing him from you. He was going to walk over to Chrissy but Buster barked louder, startling her and running back towards you.

“Buster!” you said, kneeling down to pet him.

“Hey! We don’t do that!” Eddie scowled him. “Sorry, he’s usually really friendly” he apologized.

“That’s okay” Chrissy said, still a little nervous, and sat back down.

“Sorry” you said. “We were just um-” you said, putting Eddie’s lunchbox up. “Bringing your lunch” you said, smiling at Eddie.

“Oh shit!” Eddie said, realizing he completely forgot. “I’m so sorry, princess! I swear I’ll just be five minutes-”

“Oh, I can come back later-”

“N-no, don’t be silly. I know you two have to go to class soon” you said, handing Eddie his lunchbox, making his smile fall completely.

“But… we always have lunch together on your day off” he frowned. “I’m sorry I forgot, love, I swear-”

“No, love, it’s okay” you smiled at him. “We have some errands to run” you said, pointing at Buster. “And we also have to go give Steve his lunch” you insisted. “It’s okay, really, you have things to do” you told him.

“You sure?” he asked, still not convinced.

“Yeah, love” you insisted. “We should uh- get going” you told him. “B-bye, Chrissy” you waved at the cheerleader.

“Bye, it was so good to see you” she waved politely. It really didn’t help that she was so sweet.

“Hey” Eddie said, pulling you away a little. “Are you sure everything’s okay? I can be free in like five minutes-”

“Eddie, it’s fine, love” you insisted. “I know you still have to meet up with the guys to talk about the campaign” you told him.

Eddie sighed, still unconvinced but he did forget and it was his fault that his time with you was now cut short. He loved your lunches together. Especially fighting over who got the best post-it by Steve. But he thought maybe you were really running errands and he actually had to talk about the campaign with Dustin and some of the other guys.

“Okay” he gave up. “See you tonight? I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he smiled.

“You don’t have to make it up to me, love” you smiled but he leaned down to kiss you quickly on the lips and then the cheek and then the forehead.

“Too late. I’m doing it anyways” he said, making you giggle. “See you later, man” he said, kneeling down to pat Buster and kissing his head. “You take care of her, okay?” he said, before getting up. “I love you” he said, kissing your forehead again.

“Love you too” you smiled before walking away with Buster and Eddie went back to Chrissy. “Let’s go, boy” you told your partner walking back to the car.

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Second stop, Family Video. You parked your car and opened the door for Buster to walk out with you. You put his leash on him, knowing that you had to keep him closer in busier places. You stopped right outside the door when a group of girls walked out of the store.

“I told you he was working today!” you heard one of them laugh with the rest. “He is so cute!”

“I think he’s into you” you heard another one tell the third friend as they walked the other way.

You looked inside and saw Steve leaning over the counter talking to two other girls. Again, you knew this was a regular occurrence. Your boyfriend was stupidly handsome and girls literally came in just to see him. But you trusted him. With your entire heart. It just made you feel uneasy sometimes when pretty girls basically threw themselves at your boyfriends. You knew Chrissy wasn’t throwing herself at Eddie. She had a boyfriend, as much of a jerk as he was, and she knew Eddie was with you and Steve. But sometimes, the girls that flirted with Steve didn’t know that. So, the ugly feeling tended to come back when that happened. Like now. You entered the store and saw the two girls laughing, a little too hard, at something that Steve was saying. And once again, your furry little friend gave you away.

“Uh, sorry, we don’t allow pets in here” Steve said before looking your way, but then he saw you. “Oh hey, sweetheart!” he said, smiling brightly at you. You noticed the two girls’ smiles drop and them glaring at you as Steve walked over to you, completely leaving them unattended, and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Buster!” he said, kneeling down excitedly and petting him.

“Love, you have customers” you reminded him and he got up again.

“Right” he said, looking back at the girls. “Just one minute, okay?” he said, running over to the counter. You started walking around the store and browsing through the movies to get one for tonight. “Hello there, pretty lady” Steve said, appearing at the end of the hall you were currently in.

“Hi, love” you smiled at him.

“You’re here early” he frowned.

“Oh, yeah um… Eddie was busy so, we didn’t get to have lunch together” you explained, and then you saw his expression change. “What?”

“Shit, I’m sorry, sunshine” he told you. “Keith called this morning and he’s gonna be here in like ten minutes for a meeting so-”

“Oh” you said, feeling a little disappointed again. But it wasn’t Steve’s fault. Just like it wasn’t Eddie’s fault. They were just busy. “It’s okay, we just came over to bring you your lunch” you said, handing him his lunchbox. “We have some errands to run” you told him.

“I’m really sorry, sweetheart-”

“No, don’t be silly, love” you smiled. “I know you’re busy, and plus, I don’t think Keith would be happy to find Buster here” you insisted. “We’ll see you later tonight?” you smiled.

“Yes! I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“You don’t have to do that” you told him.

“Still going to” he said, giving you a peck on the lips. “I’m taking your favorite movie and we can all watch it tonight, okay?”

“But it’s your turn to-”

“Doesn’t matter” he insisted, grabbing the movie he knew you were going to reach for and smiling at you. “Okay?”

“Okay” you nodded, smiling at him. Steve leaned in to kiss you again when the bell of the door opening was heard again. “Shit, I have to go” he said, pulling away. “I’m sorry, love” he said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you tonight, alright? I love you” he smiled.

“I love you too” you said as he walked back to the counter to help the new guests. Girls again.

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The days went by just the same. You barely saw them around. Even that day when both told you they’d make it up to you they came home when you were already asleep. It was now Thursday night and you were once again by yourself, making dinner, waiting for Steve and Eddie to come home. You thought you might finally get some time with them tonight and you had the weekend ahead which was reserved for just the three of you.

Including Friday, since Eddie didn’t have school because of some teacher conference so you and Steve asked for the day off. You were excited and you couldn't wait to have them all to yourself for three whole days. You missed them so much. And you were certain they missed you too. You heard Buster barking and running to the door and you heard Eddie’s van coming from outside, since it could be heard for like three blocks away, really. They were home.

“Hey, buddy” you heard Eddie coming through the door. “Hi, princess” he said, coming over to you as Steve greeted Buster.

“Hi, love” you smiled and then turned to Steve.

“Hey, sunshine” he said, kissing your forehead.

“Dinner’s almost ready” you told them, but your smile dropped when you noticed them share a look. “What?”

“Love, we’re going to Jonathan’s tonight, remember?” Steve said, frowning.

“Yeah, Argyle’s in town and we had this guys night planned with the kids and all-”

“Oh, right” you said, remembering when they told you about it a couple of days ago. You still couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. It was the first night in all week you had seen them. But at least you had the entire weekend ahead of you. “I guess I forgot” you smiled at them.

“Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“No, don’t be silly” you insisted, smiling at them. “You guys go have fun, I’ll just watch a movie and go to bed early snuggling with Buster” you told them.

“Lucky Buster” Eddie said, pulling you from Steve, making you laugh a little.

“We’ll make it up to you on Sunday, love” Steve said smiling at you.

You froze a little and looked up at him and then Eddie with a frown on your face.

“Sunday?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, I have to work all day tomorrow” he said as if it was obvious, walking over to your bedroom to get changed.

“And we’re using the free day to move forward in our campaign” Eddie told you, following Steve.

Your heart felt like it broke into a million pieces. Did they honestly forget? Maybe they were just messing with you and this was part of a surprise they would have for your anniversary.

“Wait, so you’re going to be busy all day tomorrow?” you asked, following them.

“Yeah” they shrugged as if it was nothing.

“W-what about Saturday?” you asked, thinking maybe they just forgot about tomorrow.

“Well, since we’re playing D&D all day tomorrow, the band is practicing on Saturday” Eddie explained as he changed.

“Yeah, and Keith asked me to come in the morning to train a new guy starting at Family Video” Steve said proudly.

You tried your best to smile since this meant he was getting more responsibilities and on his way to maybe becoming shift manager, but your heart ached horribly. They really just forgot all about your plans.

“S-so you’re going to be busy all weekend?” you asked, trying your best to not have your voice break.

“Not Sunday” Eddie replied. “We promise, Sunday is all yours, princess. Whatever you want” he said, quickly kissing your head and going over to get his keys. “Let’s go, Steve, we’re gonna be late!”

“But-”

“Sorry, sunshine” Steve said, mimicking Eddie’s actions. “We’ll make it up to you, okay? Promise!”

“I just-”

“Bye Buster” Steve said, patting him at the entrance.

“Take care of our girl, okay?” Eddie said as they left the apartment, closing the door behind them.

As soon as you heard Eddie’s van start again, you let the tears fall down your face. You couldn’t believe this was happening. They literally forgot your anniversary. Both of them. You ran over to the kitchen and grabbed the phone to call the two people that knew about your insecurities eating away at you. You heard it ring a couple of times before Nancy answered.

“Hello?”

“Nancy?” you asked, with your voice betraying you a little.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong, are you okay?”

“Um… not really” you admitted. “Could you… maybe come over? Is Robin with you?”

“Yeah, of course, do you need us to bring anything?”

“No, I had actually made dinner for Steve and Eddie but they-”

“Ugh, let me guess, boys night? Mike made me drive him” she said, sounding annoyed.

“Yeah” you said, quietly.

“Okay, honey, hold on, we’ll be right there, okay?” she said. You could hear Robin in the background, grabbing whatever they needed. You could only nod before the line went dead and you sat on the floor. Buster was instantly by your side and you hugged him tightly to you.

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On Friday afternoon, Eddie walked inside your apartment earlier than he thought he would. The guys at Hellfire were better at the campaign than he anticipated and they managed to complete it early. He would be more upset if it didn’t mean that he got to come home to you and that Steve would be out soon. He was even able to pick up some of your favorite brownies and pastries from a bakery you loved down the street.

“Hey princess, I’m home!” he called when he entered the empty apartment. He frowned, confused, and started looking around. You were always home by the time he got there, and if you weren’t, at least Buster would be home. “Buster? C’mere buddy!” he called whistling, thinking he was just being a little shit and not wanting to leave your side like he usually did.

He walked over to the kitchen but found it empty. He then went to your bedroom to see if maybe the two of you were taking a nap, but nobody was there. He was certain that you’d be out of work by now. He went over to the kitchen and grab the phone to call your work. But he got even more confused when Jonathan told him that you had taken the day off and the rest of the weekend as well. So, he decided to call Steve.

“What’s wrong, love?” Steve asked as soon as he heard Eddie’s worried voice.

“(Y/N) is not home and neither is Buster!” he said, panicking.

“What do you mean they’re not home? She should be out of work by now and Buster should be home!”

“I called her job, Jonathan said she asked for the day off! And the whole weekend!”

“What? Do you think she wasn’t feeling good and didn’t tell us?”

“But then she would be here! With Buster!” Eddie said, worriedly.

“Okay, love calm down. I will be home in ten minutes and we’ll figure this out, okay? Maybe she’s over at Nancy’s or Robin’s. Robin’s off today too!”

“No! I’m not staying here, I’ll pick you up and we’ll go to Wheeler’s!”

“Eddie-”

“I’ll be there in five minutes!”

Eddie and Steve were now driving around town, over to Nancy’s house. That was their first thought.

“Eddie, love, I know you’re worried, but you need to calm down! You’re driving like a mad man!”

“Why aren’t you more worried, Steve? She is nowhere to be found! She didn’t go to work and she took Buster with her!”

“What do you mean she took Buster with her-?”

“She doesn’t do that unless she’s going to visit either one of us!” he told him. “She always tells us when she has the day off and what she's doing! And she’s always home when we get there, Steve!”

“Eddie, calm down. I’m sure she has an explanation for this, okay? Maybe she’s having girls' night with Nancy and Robin and just forgot to tell us and she brought Buster because she hates leaving him alone-”

“She took some stuff with her” Eddie said all of the sudden.

“W-what?” Steve asked, feeling his heart drop. “What do you mean? What did she take?”

“Just some clothes and her toothbrush” Eddie told him. “Her pillow was also gone” he said, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “You don’t think she-” he sighed. “You don’t think she would leave, right?”

“Eddie-” Steve said, feeling a huge pain in his heart. He knew that Eddie always feared that either you or he would leave. Just like his parents did. “Of course, not! She would never do that!”

“I just-” he said as he parked outside of Nancy’s house. “I know for a fact she didn’t just stop loving us! But… why would she do something like this-?”

“Eddie, listen to me” Steve said, grabbing his hands. “She wouldn’t just leave, okay?” he assured him. “We both know that. I know that you’re worried, but I swear that this will all have an explanation, okay?” he said, placing one of his hands on Eddie’s cheek as a few tears rolled down his cheek.

“Okay” he whispered, nodding.

“I love you” Steve smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

“I love you too” he said, trying to smile back.

“Let’s go get our girl, okay?” Steve said as they both got out of the car.

The two of them walked over and Steve knocked on the door. He was surprised when it was Robin who answered.

“Hey, dingus” she smiled at Steve. “Dingus number two” she said, turning to Eddie. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Rob, is (Y/N) here?” Steve asked.

“No” she replied as if it was obvious. “Isn’t she with you?”

“Hey, Robin who was at the door?” Nancy asked, coming over and looking at the two boys standing at the entrance of her house. “Steve? Eddie? What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re looking for (Y/N)” Eddie told her. “Do you know where she is?”

“What are you talking about? She’s supposed to be with you” Nancy asked confused.

“What?” Steve asked, starting to get worried.

“Didn’t you spend all day together?” Robin asked just as confused as Nancy.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked.

“Oh my God! She was right. You two actually forgot!” Nancy asked, getting upset.

“Forget what? Wheeler!” Eddie complained.

“Eddie, calm down” Steve said, grabbing his hand. “What are you girls talking about?”

“What day is today?” Robin asked them.

“Friday?” Eddie said as if it was obvious.

“Not the day of the week, you dingus! What date is today?” she repeated. And then, they saw the two boys pale and look at each other.

“Holy shit!” they muttered at the same time.

“Fuck! We both forgot our anniversary” Eddie said, feeling horrible.

“We had plans for the whole weekend together” Steve added. “How could we both forget?”

“Wait, but that still doesn’t explain why she’s gone” Eddie told them. “I mean, why didn’t she tell us? And when she’s angry she just stops talking to us but she doesn’t leave” he said.

The two boys noticed the girls sharing a look nervously.

“What?” Steve asked and they turned to look at him. They were certain that they knew something and weren’t telling them. “Robin!” he tried. He knew Nancy could take it to the grave, but Robin was a terrible liar.

“Well-”

“It’s not our place to say” Nancy interrupted her.

“Wheeler! We’re dying here!” Eddie begged.

“Nance, please, what are you two hiding from us? Is there something that we have to know?”

“Look… have you… have you noticed anything about her, lately?”

“What do you mean?”

“Has she been acting differently?”

“Different how? Look we’re really worried here okay? She’s not home! And she took Buster!” Eddie said, desperate. “Just tell us for fucks sake!”

“Alright, look” Nancy started. “She was really upset last night and she asked us to come over” she started explaining. “She said she’s been feeling a bit… neglected lately” she told them.

“What? Why?” Steve asked, feeling even worse.

“Well, you guys have been working a lot lately and so has she and she just said that it has been a long time since the three of you spent some time together so she was really looking forward to this weekend and you two idiots didn’t even remember!”

“Also how she feels insecure when you two flirt with other girls” Robin added.

“Robin!” Nancy widened her eyes at her.

“What? We don’t flirt with other girls!” Eddie asked, upset.

“Look” Nancy sighed. “You know that she has always struggled with being left out of things and people leaving her, right? She didn’t grow up in the best home-” she started.

“Yes, we know” Eddie snapped a little. “But we have made everything to let her know how much we love her! So we don’t really appreciate you accusing us of-”

“Eddie, love, calm down” Steve said, grabbing his hand again. “Nance, you know we would never intentionally make her feel that way-”

“I know” she nodded. “But she mentioned that lately, she started feeling a little… self-conscious about… some things” she explained. “A couple of situations, I guess, just added up and I guess you two forgetting your anniversary just made it even more real” she told them.

“Made what more real?!”

“She doesn’t feel important to you anymore!” Nancy blurted out, hating the hurt look on the boys.

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” Eddie muttered before he just walked away from everyone and back to his van.

“Look, we obviously fucked up, big time” Steve said brushing a hand through his hair.

“You think?” Robin told him and he glared at her.

“But we didn’t mean to! Of course, she’s important to us! She’s the most important thing in our lives!” he insisted.

“We tried to tell her that” Nancy told him. “We told her you wouldn’t forget your anniversary and you probably were just planning a surprise for her” she said.

“Did she say anything about today to you? Where she might go or something? I know she doesn’t have many places to go but… we thought she would be here” he tried.

“Sorry, Steve. She didn’t mention any of that. We just thought she’d stay home and maybe talk to you guys about it” Nancy told him.

“Okay” he said, sadly. “Please if you hear from her or if she comes here-”

“We’ll let you know, promise” Nancy assured him.

“Thanks” he said. “We have the walkie-talkie Henderson gave us so just use the channel okay?”

“Okay” Robin nodded. “Hey, Steve, she’s gonna be fine. Maybe she just needed some time to herself” she suggested.

“Yeah, maybe” Steve smiled sadly before walking over to Eddie who was now hitting and kicking his car. “Eddie, love stop!”

“No! We fucked up, Steve! We let her down! We did the one thing we promised her we’d never do!”

“Eddie, we’re gonna fix this!”

“How? We don’t even know where she is!” he said, with tears streaming down his face.

“Hold on” Steve sighed, going over to the front and grabbing the walkie-talkie. “Henderson!”

“Steve?”

“Yes, Henderson, we need a favor! We need you, Wheeler, Sinclair, Byers, El, Max, anyone to tell us if you have seen (Y/N)!”

“What? What do you mean? Is she missing?”

“Look, I don’t have time to explain, we just need to find her! Please just help me!”

“Alright, hold on, let me ask if someone’s seen her” he responded.

“Thanks, man” he replied, going back to Eddie.

“It’s getting darker, Steve-!”

“We’re going to find her. And then we’re going to apologize and we’ll make this up to her and fix this. And, Buster is with her, and we know he takes care of her. It’s gonna be okay, love, I promise! Let’s just… go to some of her favorite places okay?”

“Okay” Eddie nodded and Steve took the keys out of his hand.

“I’ll drive, love” he smiled, kissing his forehead. “Let’s go!”

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The two of them had been driving around for a while to all of the places they knew you loved, but no such luck. Until Eddie heard Dustin’s voice again.

“Hey, Steve!”

“Dustin! What do you have, man?”

“Eddie! So, none of the guys have seen her, but Max mentioned something about seeing Steve’s car in the trailer park” he said, as the two of them looked at each other confused.

“Are you sure? Is Red there with you?”

The two of them heard a ruckus on the other side and then Max’s voice came up.

“Hey! Yes, I thought it was weird, but it was parked right outside your old trailer” she explained. “I didn’t see if she was in there, but you guys can try- shut up, Dustin! I’m busy here!”

“Okay, that’s great! Thanks, so much, Max! If you see her or if she gets in touch with you, please let us know!” Steve said, grabbing the radio from Eddie.

“You guys fucked up, huh?”

“We don’t have time for this, Red! Bye!” Eddie said, turning the radio off as Steve turned around and drove as fast as he could to the trailer park. “Okay, there it is! That’s your car!” Eddie pointed at the old trailer where the three of you lived and they noticed the lights were on.

Eddie didn’t even wait for Steve to stop the car to jump out and started running towards the trailer, Steve close behind him, pulling him back.

“Eddie, slow down, love” he said as they stopped in front of a window.

They looked inside and saw you asleep on your old couch. It had been a few months since the three of you moved into your new apartment but everything still looked the same, only emptier. You were wearing one of Steve’s old basketball t-shirts and one of Eddie’s sweaters on top and your favorite movie was playing on the TV. They slowly walked over to the door and walked inside. As soon as they did, Buster launched at them barking furiously and making them jump back a little, Eddie stepping in front of Steve.

“Hey! Dude, what the hell? It’s us! Your fathers!” he complained as Buster calmed down but kept growling at them, standing in front of you, not letting them walk through.

“Buster” Steve said, kneeling down, only managing to make him bark again, louder this time and waking you up.

“Buster, what’s going on?” you asked, still asleep and opening your eyes and then you noticed your two boyfriends standing there. “Oh” you said, sitting up. “Hi” you smiled weakly at them. “Buster, c’mere boy!” you said, patting the spot next to you since he kept growling at Steve and Eddie. He instantly turned around and ran towards you, resting his head on your lap.

“Princess!” Eddie said, walking closer to you and sitting on the ground in front of you and Buster, Steve, following him. The two of them wanted to cry when they saw your red eyes and puffy cheeks. They could tell you had been crying, which is probably why Buster didn’t want them anywhere near you. “Love, we have been looking everywhere for you!”

“We are so sorry, sunshine!” Steve said, trying to hold your hand but Buster barked at him.

“Busty, that’s enough” you scowled at him in a soft tone and scratched his ear. “What are you guys doing here?” you asked, quietly, looking down at your lap.

“What are we-? Love, we have been looking everywhere for you! I got home and you and Buster weren’t there!” Eddie started.

“I’m sorry” you murmured. “I fell asleep. I was going to be back by dinner-”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not the point” Steve said, scootching a little closer and trying to grab your hand again but looking at Buster. When he didn’t do anything, he grabbed your hand and Eddie grabbed the other one. “We are so sorry!”

“We are the worst boyfriends in the world!”

“That’s not true” you said, looking up at them.

“Yes, it is!” Eddie argued. “We both forgot our anniversary!”

“And also… we went to look for you at Nancy’s and she and Robin told us that you talked with them last night” he said, making you pull away from them. You put your legs up on the couch and placed your hands on top of them. “Why didn’t you talk to us?”

“I’m sorry” you said, feeling your throat tightening a little.

“Princess, we’re not mad at you” Eddie said, sitting closer to you and placing his hand on your knee. “We just want to know how you’re feeling and what to do to make it better” he said.

“It’s just stupid. That’s why I didn’t want to say anything” you insisted.

“It’s not stupid” Steve said, placing his hand on your other knee. “It made you run away from us-”

“No, I didn’t run away, I would never do that!” you said with a couple of tears falling down your cheeks. “I just… I don’t know” you admitted.

“Talk to us, love” Eddie said, trying to contain his own tears. “Please” he said, squeezing his grip on your knee.

“It’s just…” you sighed. “Things have been changing a lot” you started. “And I know it’s good things because you’re moving up in your job” you said, looking at Steve. “And you got a new job and your band is getting more gigs and your D&D campaign and all” you told Eddie. “But I just… I missed you. I missed how things were when we wre still living here, which is why… I came here” you told them. “Ever since we moved into our new apartment, I feel like I barely see you. You’re always gone when I wake up and I fall asleep before you come home” you told them. “And this past week I couldn’t have lunch with either of you and you got to spend last night together and…” you said, crying a little more. “Y-you forgot about our weekend-”

“We know, and we are so sorry, love” Eddie said, holding your hand again and Steve did the same.

“We feel horrible about that, we didn’t mean to, sweetheart-”

“I know” you nodded. “I know you didn’t mean to, it’s just…” you sighed, looking at Buster and scratching his ear. “You didn’t seem to miss me as much as I missed you and I just thought… I don’t know” you said, with a few tears falling down your cheeks again.

“Princess, of course, we miss you” Eddie said, getting up and sitting down next to you, Buster, growling a little when he was moved away from you.

“Tell us what else is going through your pretty mind, sweetheart” Steve said, sitting on your other side and kissing your forehead.

“It’s nothing” you said, resting your head on his shoulder and holding Eddie’s hand.

“Love” Eddie said, bringing your hand to his lips.

“It was just a lot this week, I guess” you said, quietly. “Look, I love you guys, so much and I know you love me too, I do, but… it’s just… sometimes it’s hard” you admitted.

“What is?” Steve asked.

“Well, it’s just…” you sighed again and got up. “You have to promise me you won’t freak out and let me talk” you told them. “Okay?”

“Okay” Steve nodded.

“Promise” Eddie agreed.

“Sometimes it’s just hard because you two are just… like… so perfect it’s infuriating, okay? And I just don’t get why you would want to be with me-”

“What-?”

“How can-?”

“You promised” you said, throwing them a look and they closed their mouths. “I know that you two love me, okay, I do! I just… sometimes I don’t get why, okay? I mean, my own family didn’t want me! Every person I dated before you just… left me for someone better and sometimes I’m just scared that you two are going to realize that and… do the same thing” you said, sadly. “Like… this week, on my day off when I went to give you two your lunch I…” you sighed and looked at Eddie. “You were talking with Chrissy and she was laughing a lot and I know you were just being nice to her but… she’s so pretty and nice and I just… I don’t know!” you said, turning to Steve. “And then I went over to Family Video and this group of girls came out talking about how handsome you were and that you were probably into one of them and I know that’s not true but sometimes it bothers me that girls practically throw themselves at you. Even in front of me! Pretty girls, who are also taller than me! Why is everyone taller than me?” you complained. “I know I’m overthinking and that’s why I didn’t want to say anything! Because I trust you two, I just sometimes feel like it’s only a matter of time before you-”

“Okay, no” Steve said, getting up as well. “That’s enough, don’t even finish that sentence” he said, grabbing your hands and pulling you to him. “Come here, sunshine” he said, sitting back down and pulling you between him and Eddie. “Listen to me” he said softly as Eddie wrapped his arms around you. “First of all, this is our fault, okay? We forgot our anniversary and we didn’t notice that you were feeling left out and we are so sorry” he started. “We know what you have gone through in your life and when we started dating, we promised you that we would always make you feel loved, because we love you and we miss you and we need you so much” he said, with his voice breaking a little. “We failed you, and I am so sorry that you have been feeling this way. You have no idea how scared we were today when we couldn't find you. I was trying my best to not freak out but I have never been more scared in my life. And I know that we have been saying this all week and we fucked up but we will make it up to you. There is nobody in this world that we love more than you, and there is absolutely no one that we would rather be with” he said, grabbing your hands in his. Tears kept falling down your cheeks and Eddie kept placing soft kisses on your head.

“R-really?” you smiled a little.

“Yes, princess” Eddie said, turning you a little so you can look at him now. “Everything Steve said is true. You are our favorite person in the world. If anything, we’re the ones who don’t deserve you” he told you.

“That’s not true-”

“Yes, it is. Look at everything you do for us, you always bring us our lunch in our cool lunchboxes” he continued. “You read Lord of the Rings to me every time I’m sick. You help me with my campaigns sometimes. You always listen to the music I want to listen to. And you help me when I get knots in my hair-”

“That goes for both of us” Steve added, making you smile a little.

“You plan movie nights with the kids. You come to all of my shows” Eddie kept on listing.

“You do everything for us, sweetheart” Steve told you.

“You have the most amazing heart of anybody I know” Eddie added. “Buster if proof of that” he said, making Buster bark at the sound of his name and you chuckled a little. “Which is probably why he loves you the most” he said.

“You had a whole weekend planned for us and we were just stupid enough to forget it” Steve said, apologetically.

“We love you so much” Eddie said, pulling you closer. “There is nobody in this world better for us than you” he insisted. “We are so sorry-”

“It’s okay” you told them. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” you said. “I just… didn’t really know how and I didn’t want you to think that it was your fault or that I didn’t trust you because I do” you told them.

“We know, love” Steve said, kissing your cheek. “We still can be a little more cautious about that” he assured you.

“Yes, because we also hate it when a guy flirts with you so we know how it feels” Eddie added.

“That doesn’t happen” you laughed.

“Yes, it does” Eddie argued. “The fact that you don’t even notice just makes you more adorable, but it does, love” he said, kissing your other cheek.

“We are so sorry, sweetheart” Steve repeated. “And we promise to make more time with you, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yeah” Eddie said. “We can have a night a week that it’s just reserved for the three of us” he suggested before Buster barked loudly. “Four of us” he corrected, making you laugh.

“I’d like that” you smiled.

“We have like a board with a calendar at the shop with all the schedules, maybe we can have one in the kitchen to plan around it, and that way none of us will forget important dates” he proposed.

“Yes! I like that idea!” Eddie said, excitedly. “I’m canceling band practice tomorrow” he said.

“Yes, and I’m telling Keith I can’t make it to work-”

“No, guys, you don’t have to do that-”

“Yes, we do” Steve assured you. “We’re going to have the whole weekend just for the three of us. And we’re gonna do anything you want, okay?” he said, hugging you tighter and giving you a peck on the lips.

“We can start by getting your favorite take-out and watching your favorite movies tonight” Eddie said, giving you another kiss.

“That sounds wonderful” you smiled shyly at them.

“Let’s go home then” Steve said, kissing your forehead and then Eddie’s when he got up. “Come on, buddy” he said, snapping his fingers at Buster.

A few hours later, after a lovely dinner and a very heated session of make-up sex where the two of them kept proving to you how sorry they were, you were in your absolute favorite place in the world. Steve’s head was lying on your legs, almost asleep as you ran your fingers through his hair and you rested against Eddie’s chest while he ran his fingers through your hair. You were watching one of your favorite movies with Buster asleep on the floor after Steve basically fed him whatever he asked for. You turned to look at Eddie to see if he had fallen asleep and he smiled down at you.

“What?” he asked, kissing your forehead.

“Nothing” you smiled. “I’m sorry I scared you today” you told him and he lowered your hand to grab your free one.

“It’s okay, princess. At least Buster was taking care of you” he said, making you smile.

“I love you” you said, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Me too” he smiled back at you.

“Me three” Steve said, opening his eyes and looking up at you so you leaned down to kiss him as well.

The End

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cheeseceli · 10 months

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Love looks good on you

Pairing: Han Jisung × gn!Reader

genre: angst, drabble

inspiration: this scenario and the song i want you by stephen sanchez

description: you are going on a date and han, your best friend, can't help but regret not confessing to you earlier

Warnings: no happy ending (unless i do a part 2), not proofread and the use of the world asshole like once, ft. Yeonjun from txt because why not

Han was trying. He was trying with all his will to be happy for you and the fact that you were going to your first date after what felt forever. But he knew he would be so much happier if the date was with him. Unfortunately, it wasn't.

While you were deciding on what to wear and talking so happily about this someone new, the boy was sat down on your bed trying to understand what went wrong.

Was he wrong when he fell for you? That was inevitable though. How could he not fall in love when you were so kind since the moment he saw you for the first time? He was infatuated with the way you closed your eyes when you smiled, the way you laughed at his jokes even when he knew they were not that funny and how simply ethereal you looked. He loved the way you would comfort him and the way he did not try to love you. He just did. It was natural and meant to be, he believed.

That could never be the mistake. And if it was something wrong, he would admit he made a mistake but would never regret doing so.

Maybe he should have made the first move. He was scared that maybe he was making up things from his imagination. Everytime you would hold his hand without even noticing and how your gaze would linger on him for more than it should were not enough signs. He needed a confirmation that you were into him as much as he was into you so he could ask you out. Confessing without a guarantee would mean that there were risks of ruining the friendship you guys had. He could not, never, loose you for a silly mistake like this one. If keeping his feelings would also keep you around him, he would be more than satisfied.

Maybe that was why he was in such a situation. He kept quiet. This guy that had the chance to go out with you now didn't. If he had spoken up before, would he have a chance now?

You were still talking. Jisung had noticed that you were happier talking about the clothes you could wear than about your date. Was he projecting or maybe you didnt want to go? He remembered how you didn't even know the dude, Changbin who was the "wingman" just thought you guys should meet each other. Maybe you would like to ditch your date to stay with him a little longer. Maybe...

"Ji? What do you think about this one?"

He looked at you and if you paid a little bit more of attention you would have noticed the way his eyes shone when he saw you. See, he was a songwriter. He knew hundreds of words in korean and english. He knew a lot of metaphors and wrote a lot of beautiful love songs. But he was speechless. No word, in no language, could ever describe how perfect you looked like right now.

"You look beautiful."

"Are you sure? I am afraid he won't like it." you looked to the mirror analysing what you saw in front of yourself "Maybe I am wearing too much..."

"You are perfect. I wouldnt change anything."

You looked at him once more, straight to his eyes and he saw the universe for a second. Maybe, somewhere in those galaxies you held in your eyes, there was a place where you guys could be together. A place where he was there first, asked you first and you said yes to him first.

Sadly, he wasn't there. He was in front of you now, preparing himself to wish you good luck on a journey he didn't want you to go.

Time has passed. You probably thanked him for the compliments, you probably talked a little bit more but suddenly he was waiting for you to lock your door so you could go to this date.

"Well, that's it I guess" you said to him, a little bit awkwardly "Thank you for the help."

"That was nothing, don't worry. Do you want me to wait with you until, uh..."

"Yeonjun."

"Right, Yeonjun" gosh, he already hated that name. And he couldn't even blame the man for taking interest in you "Until he picks you up?"

"I am going to meet him in the diner."

"He is not picking you up?"

He probably didn't hide his displeasure when you told him you'd need to walk to the place to meet the guy because you giggled before saying "Don't worry, Changbin said he is a cool guy."

"Of course he is. Well, if anything happens don't hesitate on calling me. And if it's too late when you get out of there I can pick you up."

"Okay" you smiled. God, Han wished he could live in that moment forever. Only the two of you and your smile "Thank you once again."

"Don't worry about that. I'll be going then. I hope you enjoy it."

That was it. That was the perfect thing to say. He could now go back to the dorms and just wait until he had any updates of you, without putting your relationship at a stake. But his mouth spoke before he could stop it.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"I like you."

For what felt like eternity, there was silence. He didn't dare to look at you. He messed, he shouldn't have done that. But he did. Since you already said the most confidential part, say everything already.

"Actually, I think I love you. And I am so incredibly sorry for telling you this in the worst timing ever, I don't know what came over me. I just needed you to know. I love you and I want you but I will be more than happy to just be your friend if that's what you want me to be" you could hear his breath get heavier, like he was holding his tears back "And I must be messing up your mind now, I'm sorry."

He turned around as fast as he could, trying to get out of there. He was almost breaking down in front of you and the last thing he needed was to make you comfort him even though he is the one who created this mess. He was already kinda far from you when he turned around to look at you again.

"And I know we'll be awkward for a while but please don't go back home alone if it's already late. You can call me to pick you up, i won't say anything. Or you can call one of the boys. Just please be safe."

You tried to say something, you don't even know what, but he went away before you could come up with something. You didn't see his face. And he was relieved, because his cheeks were wet from all the tears. He wished he could've been stronger. He felt like the biggest asshole to ever walk on earth because he probably destroyed your friendship and brought your date down with it.

But deep down, even if it hurts to admit, he wishes you fall in love with Yeonjun. And he wishes he can treat you right. Because even if Han himself can't be the one to make your eyes shine, he knows love must look good on you, and you deserve to experience it.

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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Moonlight

Waking to the immediate reassurance of Spencer in your arms is something that you’ve grown accustomed to, but have never taken for granted. Usually, his head would be on your chest or in your neck, with his body half over yours, but for the past few months that hadnt been possible. Instead, he sleeps further down the bed at his own preference, his head permanently resting beside your stomach as he slept soundly, one of his arms wrapped around you as you cradled his head, your fingers playing with his hair even after you had both fallen asleep.

More often than not, what wakes you is the gentle kiss that Spencer places on the side of your stomach every morning. Your eyes flutter open, welcoming the sight of his already beaming smile as he cups your face and kisses you, before pulling away to say “Another morning with the love of my life, how did I get so lucky?” in whatever way he saw fit. Most mornings he would say it, but on others he would so overcome with emotion that he couldnt find the words, and he would simply stare at you with adoration in his eyes, tracing his fingertips over the lines of your face, unable to comprehend the beauty that laid before him.

Every look, every touch, makes me wanna give you my heart.

And every morning, without fail, you are reminded of exactly where your heart has found solace. Because prior to even opening your eyes, you have gifted your heart to him all over again.

No matter when it is that you hold him, whether it be morning, afternoon, evening or twilight, you remember the first time you ever held him this way. You had been on your allocated holiday, two weeks away from work with which you could spend however you wanted. Naturally, the team pestered you with questions of where you would go on your holiday, and you refused to answer any of them, because for a while you just wanted to be away from everything, living the bliss of alone time. You told Spencer the truth though, of course. He had been respectful enough not to ask where you were going, he didnt want to impose, which meant you had to find a way to casually drop it into conversation.

“Im not going anywhere, y’know.” You blurted out as you cleared your desk, coincidentally situated right beside his.

Spencer frowned in confusion.

You continued “For my holiday, Im not going anywhere. Im just gonna stay in my apartment, probably binging every episode of Doctor Who.”

He smiled at this “Why are you telling me the secret you’ve chosen to keep from everyone else?”

Because Im in love with you.

“Because...I feel like you’re the only one that wont make fun of me for turning my holiday into the one thing I want most: to be locked away in my own apartment.”

Spencer chuckled and wished you a wonderful holiday, then the conversation was over. Despite it being what you thought was completely useless information, it made you feel good to have a secret that only Spencer knew, no matter how pitiful that secret was. You never imagined that it would lead to him arriving at your door a week later, after a particularly harrowing case, and immediately crumbling when he saw you. The man you loved more than anything broke in front of you. Without hesitation, you pulled him into your arms and kicked your door shut. Neither of you said anything as you led him into your bedroom, you knew it was a completely non-sexual situation. You laid down and pulled him on top of you, playing with his hair and shushing him quietly, reassuring him in comforting whispers, but not asking him to talk about what had hurt him so much. You awoke in that position, with Spencer on you, both of you fully clothed, and you smiled down at him as you gently caressed his cheek.

‘Cause I never knew, I never knew, you could hold moonlight in your hands, ‘til the night I held you.

How odd it felt, and continues to feel, to hold such a uniquely beautiful light as dawn breaks; a time when nobody else is looking for it, so you alone cherish the light in secret. It’s a pity that people cant look past the daylight to see the moon that remains behind it, but he wouldnt wish for anyone to, apart from you.

You rest your head on Spencer’s shoulder, accepting the guilt of not being able to pay attention to the film playing on the television in front of both of you, because you’re cuddled up on his lap. Feeling his hand move, you glance down, to see him subconsciously running his thumb over your stomach, the rest of his hand remaining still under yours. The light from the television catches in the jewels of your engagement ring, and reflect off of the wedding ring that sits beside it on your finger. You smile, feeling a sudden wave of emotion wash over you, swallowing you completely as your chin begins to wobble and tears fill your eyes. The moment Spencer hears you sniffle, his eyes are searching your face, and his arms are pulling you closer.

“What’s wrong? What did you think about? Did you see a dog today? Are you craving something? Do you-”

You shake your head at him and he immediately stops listing all of the many possible reasons you could be crying, thinking you’re going to answer him. Instead, you tearfully lift his hand and bring it to your lips.

I kiss his fingertips as I'm wishing he's all mine.

Moving his hand slightly, you nuzzle into his palm.

“Just want you, forever.” You mumble, and you watch as tears enter his own eyes.

“And you’ll have me, forever.” Spencer answers, his voice hoarse with emotion as he cups your face in his hands and leans in to capture your lips with his.

You are my moonlight.

But the moon doesnt know how to light up on its own, it seeks the assistance of another ethereal being. And to Spencer, there you are.

You disagree, because the sun is so much more powerful than the moon, it can stay alight all on its own, and that is not how you see yourself.

As he stands a few feet behind you in the doorway, watching you examine your reflection in the mirror as you stand at different angles, he sees everything he could possibly have dreamed of, and so much more. He approaches you from behind as you continue to judge whether or not this dress makes you look like a tent from the stomach downwards, and his arms wrap around your waist effortlessly, proving to you without words that you havent expanded beyond human possibility, as difficult as that is for you to believe every time you catch sight of your reflection. He rests his head on top of yours, places a kiss there, and then looks into the mirror, straight at you.

The way he looks at you, the eyes that are hypnotised by nothing but love whenever they glance in your general direction or at the mention of your name, it is reciprocated. Holding you, treasuring you, loving you, in the same way you do to him. You need someone to ignite you as bright as you possibly can, just like Spencer. And to you, there he is. You are one and the same. Could it be?

He calls me ‘Moonlight’ too.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #criminal minds

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shuichi1-1 · 1 year

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How would the agents react to you actually dying on a mission.

This is not proofread!

Characters: Fade, Harbor and Sova

Warnings: Death, mentions of injuries and grieving.

Sova

He locks himself away in his bedroom, only ever goes out if its nessecary.

Way more quiet if he is out on missions and more strict while training.

If anybody mentions your name, he gets pissed off and tells the person to not say your name.

He will overwork himself tracking down the mirror agent who killed you

He doesnt understand why Sage cant revive you and blamed it on her, but she understands.

When he visits his grandmother, all he does is cry in here embrace like a little kid.

He knew this job meant risks but he didnt expect you to take such a huge one and dont make it.

He keeps a picture of you on his nightstand and when he is lonely, he talks to the dark sky while holding the framed photo.

He would have bittersweet conversitations with Brimstone, as he was like a father to you, about the things you liked to do and your silly habits.

I imagined him as an animal lover, even though he is a hunter, he cares about animals and has a snow white bunny. He believes that the little being misses you too, wondering where youve been gone.

He would panick and blame himself for forgetting your voice, if it wasnt for the picture he has, would he forget your face too...?

He doesnt have the courage to pick up his bow for a while, thinking of you anytime he uses it.

He wont ever be in love again.

He thinks of everytime he had scolded you in training, every little or big argument you had, and blames himself that he couldve been more of a man and be kinder.

"I would give anything to be with her once again and hold her in my arms... Why did it have to be her?" He chokes out between his sobs as his grandmother softly strokes his hair. Shes trying to calm him down but it doesnt seem to work, so she lets Sova cry it out. In all honesty he imagined you several times, married, with kids possibly two, hes a family guy. He dreamed of teaching his son, or daughter the tricks of hunting in the cold motherland.

He will never really get over you.

Fade

She was preparing a gift for you as she heard a knock on her dorms door, expecting you to stand there with a smile on your face and kissing her, not Sage with a depressed face and torn clothes.

She goes silent and all emotions disappear from her face, a dark aura sorrounded her and poor Sage had terrible nightmares after.

She was always a woman of a few words but after your death she doesnt speak a thing, only snaps at someone who is annoying her.

The whole team has nightmares for months but none of them are brave enough to talk to her about it.

Sage delivered her the matching evil eye ring that she gave you on your first anniversary and she keeps it in a box together with hers.

She goes crazy on the mission after, destroying the battlefields.

She often thinks at the times you did Henna together, the way you smiled when she gave you matching items.

She has several pictures above the bed but she cant look at them for too long because she gets emotional.

She thinks its silly but herself and even the cats she owns, doesnt lay on the side of the bed you used to.

When she grievs, her cats all look behind her shoulder and she feels a strange sensation there, she likes to think that youre still looking out for her and the felines can see you.

"Seni öldürenin ölmesinden başka dileğim yok aşkım/I wish nothing but death upon the one who killed you, my love.. Ill revenge you and torture them a hundred times more painfull." She says while a single tear fell down her face. She stands in a dark room, filled with cameras and the mirror Cypher sitting anxiously on a chair in the middle. She rips his mask off and all followed was painfull screams and so on. None of the agents had the courage to ask, and the mirrors didnt show up for a while.

She spends her life grieving for you.

Harbor(couldnt find a gif)

He most likely experienced loss of loved ones but yours was a surprise, seeing you were an agent and could handle yourself.

It had been 2 years since he joined the protocol and your one year anniversary, that day you and him were out on a mission on Split and he left you alone while rotating to the other side.

He didnt notice you not catching up, after a while he heard a scream and smoke coming from A site heaven.

He rushed there with his wall up and gun out, but all he saw was you trying to breathe through the coughs.

Only emotion on his face is a sickly worried one, hes panicking and calling for Skye to heal you.

Back up didnt arrive on time and Skye was too injured to heal you.

He felt your heartbeat stop and you died with a smile on your face, in his arms.

He shouted your name several times and screamed, that scream made everyone want to cry, it waa full of sadness and loss.

He never seemed to have a real smile after, he tried to keep his golden retriever energy but it never seemed to be the same

He just couldnt accept that you were dead, he hoped you were just away and will come in through the door one day and smile at him once more.

But that didnt ever happen.

"Riptide, i know you are just joking. Please come home now, its not funny anymore. I utterly miss you, come back to me finally.. Its my fault, isnt it?.."

He laughed while clutching the clothing on his chest and tears pouring down his face, his hair was a mess and he was holding onto the plush you always slept with. He cant look at phoenix without seeing that smug smile while the mirror him left the fire lit place you died at.

You were the fire girl to his water boy, now hes alone again.

I apologize if Harbor and Fade is ooc but ive never written for them, im sorry ;;

#valorant x reader #valorant #riotgames #sova x reader #kayoxreader #harborxreader #harbor x you #fade x reader #sova x you #gaming #riptide #lol #character x reader #headcanon #fanfiction #x reader #yoru x reader

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banggyu0308 · 1 year

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I- I literally can’t stop thinking about this, ada, but Over stim nerd Soobin x bitchy mean girl yn … I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN FOR THIS TO BE THIS LONG !!!!

Yn wasn’t the typical rumor spreading, shit talking “mean girl”. She more so fell into the term of sadist… she tried to practice being nice to people that she knew could give her some type of advantage socially but deep down she loved to cause pain and havoc on people that she knew couldn’t stop her and she relished in the way they’d beg for her to stop with tears in their eyes. She managed to get through high school masking the urges, feeding her needs by acting out petty acts of bullying on unassuming subjects but it wasn’t enough. By the time she started university, she had to see what it felt like …what it felt like to truly ruin someone. Someone like him. Choi soobin.

They had a couple classes together in high school and they both just so happened to get into the same prestigious college. The last time she saw him, she saw just a linky, awkward kid with no form of self confidence but now she saw him as something different… something malleable , a toy all for herself that she could play with and break as she pleases. He’s just as tall and awkward as she remembers although his shoulders were more proportional to his body and he got a new pair of black framed glasses. Yn giggled to herself after seeing the new frames, remembering the time two guys took his glasses off of his face and broke them in front of him in high school. she watched the act as she crouched behind near by bushes. She didn’t understand why at the time but she felt some kind of heat brewing in her lower stomach that made her press her legs together tightly, watching him crying over his broken eyeglasses. But not an “I wish I could have helped” heat, this was an “I wish I could do that to him” heat , a “I would have done something far worse” heat. From that day forward , A day couldn’t go by without her thinking about breaking him down to the last molecule and making a mess out of him, leaving him a crying, moaning puddle.

Yn never was the best at social interaction, she could make people feel seen and heard and all the little things being a friend entails but she never truly cared about people in any meaningful way. But she had to come up with a way to make Soobin think she meant it, “a virgin like him probably cum at the lightest touch of a girl. Getting close to him shouldn’t be difficult” she thought to herself. Yn made it a point to herself to slowly sit close to Soobin during lectures and ask him for pencils once every blue moon as to not scare him, because there’d be plenty of time for that later. She was calculated in every move she made. She couldn’t deny the fact every move she made towards Soobin excited her. Getting to see his ears and face flush red , the way he’d nervously adjust his glasses. She couldn’t wait to rip this man to shreds.

After 2 weeks of slowly building up trust and familiarity, yn finally felt the time was perfect. She was going to touch him, nothing crazy she just needed to touch him. She walks into class that day making sure to wear her vanilla scented body oil, she remembers the way he reacted the first time she put it on . Awkwardly sliding a notebook onto his lap , he curled over his desk slightly not trying to make it obvious, breathing like he lost his breath somehow just by sitting there. That was the kind of memory that kept yn up at night putting her pillow underneath her and riding out the feeling. Just until the pressure went away however, never letting herself cum. she only wanted to finish to the real thing.

That day She sits directly next to him for the first time. Soobin nervously shifted in his seat. After the lecture finishes up and people start to grab their bags. She goes straight for the kill and swings her body towards him and grabs his hand as he writes in his notebook so he has no time to pull away. She spoke softly into his ear, her lips brushing against him every few words “soobin” his whole body tenses “come to my room tonight, 304 in the east building.” She smiles against his ear “I missed class yesterday sooo I wanted you to show me everything I missed … everything” she kitten licked his ear before pulling away making him hum in an attempt to muffle a moan do to the fact he was hard ever since he smelled the vanilla on her. “Also …don’t touch yourself before you get there” she smiles and grabs her bag , leaving Soobin there hard and speechless, walking out to prepare for her guest later that night.

Part1

-🌱

GAVGYUHJWKHSIUWJS???????? LIKE- I KNEW YOU HAD IDEAS- BUT LIKE- THIS- HWJBJXKN

IM GONNA READ PT 2 RN- BUT PLANT ANON, THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING-

#ada answers 💌#ada speaks :)#adas anons <3 #anon 🌱#txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #soobin hard hours #soobin hard thoughts #soobin smut

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ppnuggie · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request TFP Megan and his fem s/o going on a date? Like maybe a picnic on a cliffside where they see the sunset? Lots and lots of fluff please🙏

Btw I wanted to add that I LOVE ur house hubby series w Megatron, its so damn cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺

　　　　　　MEGATRON x fem human reader

　　　　『　megatron ,, female human reader 』

　　-> picnic date w/ megatron

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, comfort

　　— ahh tysm !! :D glad you like it 🥺🥺 honestly didnt think ppl really bothered w/ it 😭🙏 trying to update the series as soon as i can ,, bc i have the chapters all planned out but i havent gotten around to writing for it more :(( heres your request tho ! :D

the sunlight basked you both ,, warming his metal body as he sat underneath it. your own body started to feel warm ,, comforting rays beaming against you. the blanket sat crumpled under you both ,, birds chirping and bees buzzint around in the air.

you finally got megatron to take you somewhere for a date ,, finally got him out of the nemesis and alone for once. you didnt get to spend much time with the warlord as often as you wished you could. he was always busy with the war ,, always pushing himself and his forces ,, always trying to progress. its to the point he never takes breaks aside from short catnaps every now and then. it was severe enough that soundwave had approached you ,, asking for you to distract megatron from his duties to take time for himself.

you had been worried about him as well ,, which is why you agreed. it took a lot of persuasion for the warlord to finally leave ,, but he did it. which brings you to the present ,, megatron sitting beside you with an energon cube in his servo ,, optics looking around at the scenery.

it was straight out of a romance novel. a picnic on a hill in the summer amongst the dusky day. the sun still shined bright ,, soon to set and shine on the other half of the planet. “ its lovely ,, isnt it ?” you hummed ,, grabbing a snack for yourself as you rested against your lover. the mech gave a nod ,, before setting his cube down.

“ it reminds me of cybertron ,, before the war. the days were bright ,, yet dull ,,” he thought on his past. you knew what happened to him. his memories of being a gladiator ,, one of the few who would fight for their life in the pits of kaon. the pain and sorrow he went through during those times.

resting your hand against his servo — how his dwarfed yours in comparison always did something to you — and pressed a light kiss. the feeling of your soft lips against his armor brought him out of those dark memories ,, casting a smile down at you.

his digits moved to pet your hair ,, the soft gesture gentle as he moved carefully. how he loved you ,, his processor filled with the smile on your face. the sun started to settle ,, painting the sky in a series of oranges and pinks ,, fading into a red.

it almost reminded him of cybertron ,, the only thing missing was a sun. cybertron had one once ,, but that was a long time ago. it had long disappeared from the skies ,, painting the planet in darkness. yet ,, here on earth ,, the sun was always bright and comforting.

as he spent his days on the planet ,, and by your side ,, the more he wanted to stay. the more he wished for the war to end ,, and to finally romance you the way he wished he could. yet ,, for now ,, spending his moments down here with you would do.

#transformers x reader #x reader #x female reader #tfp x reader #🌌.tfp #megatron x reader #tfp megatron x reader #tfp megatron #megatron #🌌.megatron

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strawberrykisseslia · 4 days

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"i wish you were a boy."

☆ pairing: vanessa shelly x fem! reader

☆ part 1

☆ tw: hurt, no comfort only near the end, slight fluff, not proof read at all, the images do NOT belong to me. only the absolutely trash good fiction.♡ use of y/n once

☆ cw: 1.1k

☆ genuinely dk why it took me so long to write this but this song saved the whole small series, thank her ( no jk, im dead serious )

☆ how i love this trope. ( LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER )

☆ heavily inspired by Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan ( PLEASE I LOVE HER SM, i think this is a normal reaction to her? )

☆ yall... did i make reader toxic? now that i've come to think of it... I HOPE NOT OH MY GOD

☆ also so so sorry if it looks messy!!! i didnt write it on Tumblr but i kinda like it, thoughts? please give me thoughts about this whole thing because i'm genuinely not sure how to feel about it, would appreciate it!

It has been some time since you and Vanessa actually had a right conversation. always passing each other quickly though the house, awkward greetings here and there but nothing close to a “how are you?” or “how was your day?” nothing.

you had been thinking about moving out as fast you can but didn't really find anything good right now. especially because your work was taking more and more free time away from you. which led you to just wanting to sleep instead of doing anything.

you noticed though how vanessa stayed out longer, even on her breaks. she was really not the one who would go out even. not to stay out more than two hours.

you guessed this whole thing had an effect on her too. right? at least she was regretting it. but oh, how you craved to talk to her really again. at least she used to be your best friend. your favorite person. and you were hers. it was true.

you didn't really know but she thought of you. a LOT. at work. at the bars when she tries to numb her feelings for you. in her car on her way to somewhere. even at home, when you two are basically only some meters away.

as much as she was thinking of you she realized how much you mean to her. and how much she loves you.

at first, she didn't want to accept it. it felt weird and new to her. she was never in love with a girl before.

she knew you were hurt, deeply. but she didn't know how to cheer you up right now. she never got comforted in her life at all, of course you did comfort her. but she didn't know how to comfort someone.

though, one night something changes. she puts every confidence in her and tries to talk to you.

she gently knocks on your door around 10pm on a Tuesday night. you are laying in your bed all comfortable, watching some shitty tv show while eating your favorite snack. you feel your heart beat a little bit faster as you climb out of the warm and make your way to the door.

“vanessa?”

she looks down, fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt. she is almost silent for a minute.

“i am… so sorry, (y/n).” she manages to speak up. almost crying.

you sigh and look down at your feet.

“i wanna make things right between us. after all… we were once best friend?”

you nod, yet you can't forget how she said ‘i wish you were a boy.’

“vanessa…” you whisper.

“i know i messed up. it was a lot. but please, give me a second chance,” you look up at her. she is already looking at you.

“i want to be friends again— i’m sorry… but i have no feelings for you.”

you can only nod at that. you should have expected this outcome. she could never be in love with another girl. yet, there were times where you hooked up. however… you both were really drunk.

vanessa exactly knew she was lying to herself but somehow she couldn't tell you how much she loves you. even, she didn't know why. maybe it was because she always wanted to be the perfect daughter for her terrible father. you heard her cries about him so many times, you couldn't even count on your two hands. deep down in her heart, she knew she will never be enough for him, yet you told her countless times that she doesn't have to be.

“i am not too sure, vanessa… i'm sorry.” you answer to her.

“after these past weeks of us ignoring each other..,” you don't really wanna bring up the thing she said because you know, you would break down. “both of us acted childish, but it's taking it's tool out on us now,” you look down. “and i want someone who doesn't only hookups with me when they're drunk.” you say the last part much more quietly.

she nods. she is unable to speak up. her stomach flips with every second. she prepared herself for the first really, but deep down she was never prepared enough for this.

“i understand you.” after some time she manages to talk.

you don't know what's going on inside you. your stomach is walking up and down in you and your heart is loud enough for the neighbors to hear it. you don't know if you wished for vanessa to be understanding or to fight for you.

she doesn't wanna push you past your limits. she doesn't wanna make you cry again.

the fact you craved to talk to her again like old times yet here you are saying you don't wanna get close to her again.

“well, i hope everything goes good for you.” she speaks up and gets you out of your thoughts. you can hear she is about to cry depending on seconds. you only nod.

“goodnight.” she says and turns around.

“you know…,” you starts she faces you. “it's better to talk about feelings then for them to drown.”

she nods in agreement. “yes, i know…” she hesitantly reponds. deep down you know that applies for you too, but wasn't that kiss enough to tell everything to her?

the next week you move out. you finally found a house that you can afford and it looks exactly like how you want it to. after that, you never talked to vanessa. in fact, you even started to slowly move on and start to search for love. not always thinking about needing a relationship but if you find the right person then you'll go for them.

for vanessa… well. she thought about you too much. she missed your presence in the house so much. your voice, your smiles, your laughter, your cooking. everything.

though, after two years or so, she found love. or maybe someone who would look after her when needed someone. a man, of course. vanessa never spoke about you. tried to not think of you after her marriage yet… almost every night she thought of you. the pictures of you on her phone, she often looked through them.

in the meantime you found love too! a really sweet girl. she was your whole world. your everything. you never really thought of vanessa. maybe some times. but this girl showed you colors no one has ever.

sometimes you fantasize about standing in front of vanessa and telling her everything you felt when you moved out and wanted to tell her, you told her so many times how she would end up in a loveless marriage if she doesn't speak about her feelings at least a little bit more often as time went on. at least to you. someone she used to call her best friend!

still, these were meaningless little fantasies you had maybe two monthly.

only if you knew.

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Bechloe 😍

BECHLOE WAS REAL AND IM SO MAD THEY DIDNT MAKE THEM CANNON ‼️

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Beca couldn’t believe she’d agreed to this. She would’ve preferred staying in, mixing beats and finding more samples for her arrangements, but after Chloe had practically groveled at her feet to come out, Beca couldn’t bring herself to say no. She told herself she’d put her foot down for once, but when Chloe looked at her with that almost mischievous grin, Beca couldn’t bring herself to refuse her.

So, here Beca was getting ready to go to a party at some sorority house she’d never been to. She’d made Chloe promise she wouldn’t leave her to wander aimlessly through the crowds of sweaty, sticky college kids covered in beer and unknown substances. The red-head swore she wouldn’t let Beca out of her sight, but deep down Beca knew as soon as Chloe started to feel the liquor coursing through her system she would stumble away and leave Beca alone in the endless, confining space of the warm sorority house.

Even though Beca knew Chloe wouldn’t keep her word, she liked to hold out hope that Chloe would stay by her side long enough for Beca to feel that subtle, warm buzz while she inevitably waited for Chloe to return. As Beca thought about the familiar scenario and how awful she would feel without Chloe there to distract her, she began to have second thoughts. ‘Maybe I can skip out on this one…’ Beca thought, staring at the outfit that she’d decided to wear to the party. Her dark mauve shirt suddenly felt more constricting than flattering and she was now hyper aware of the necklaces dangling from her neck.

She didn’t want to disappoint Chloe by flaking at the last minute, but she’d rather deal with Chloe’s temporary disappointment than the smothering feeling of being stuck alone in a house full of stupid, drunk college kids, disaster waiting to happen.

Beca fought with the thoughts in her head, and as if on cue, her phone rang with a notification from Chloe.

Chloe: Ur still coming right?? I'm not going by myself again 😔

Beca laughed. Maybe she would go… or maybe she wouldn’t. She couldn’t make up her mind and Chloe’s unintentional guilt tripping didn’t make her come up with a decision any faster. She grabbed her phone, staring at the text bubble for a moment.

Beca: why don’t u ask Stacie? she’ll definitely go with u

Chloe’s response was almost immediate.

Chloe: Because id rather go with u

Chloe: I feel like we don’t hang out nearly as much as we should

Beca agreed, they hadn’t hung out as much as they used to. Beca didn’t know why. She’d assumed it had something to do with Chloe’s schedule. She missed Chloe, but she never said anything. It was comforting knowing that Chloe felt the same.

Beca: ur right we haven’t. I feel like ur always busy

Beca: plus every time we go out it’s always to somewhere loud and obnoxious

Beca: why can’t we hang out somewhere where we can actually have a conversation?

Beca set her phone down while she waited for Chloe’s response. She knew she wouldn’t have to wait long, Chloe was always quick to reply. She played with the silver necklace Jesse had gotten her for their first anniversary. Even though they’d broken up months ago, Beca couldn’t bring herself to get rid of it. It reminded her of the good times with Jesse and distracted her from the explosive arguments that caused their break up. A notification from her phone caught her attention before she reflected too much on her failed relationship.

Chloe: Ik I’m sorry I’ve been trying to catch up on work

Chloe: if I flunk Mr. Bradshaws class you’ll never see me again 😥

Chloe: Why don’t u like parties Beca they’re fun just give them a chance!!

Sigh. Beca loved Chloe. She really did, but she wished Chloe would just see things from her point of view without Beca having to spell it out for her.

Beca: maybe I’d like them more if u didn’t abandon me to go get drunk when u know I only go to those stupid parties for u chlo

This time, Chloe’s response didn’t come as quickly. Beca told herself it was because Chloe was really considering what Beca had told her before responding. The longer she waited the more self conscious she felt about her response. It sounded a bit mean, but Beca had been dealing with this for an entire semester and she was really getting sick of having to be dragged around by Chloe just to be abandoned. And it’s not that she disliked parties completely, but they weren’t as fun when she didn’t know anyone to bounce of off, that’s what Chloe was supposed to be there for.

………..

Chloe: I’m sorry Beca Ik u dont like them

Chloe: I just thought if I brought u to them enough you’d start to warm up to them

Beca stared at her phone, at Chloe’s message. Beca wasn’t as upset as she once was, now she felt… She didn’t know what she felt, but she knew it was a positive feeling.

Beca: it’s fine chlo I just want the two of us to hang out together… alone lol

Beca didn’t know if that sounded flirty or not. She’d added the ‘lol,’ just in case, but she wasn’t sure if that was enough. Sometimes her and Chloe flirted, but it was always innocent and never backed by anything. It was mostly Chloe doing something to Beca and Beca calling her out. Beca never really reacted because she didn’t know how to. She didn’t know if there was any truth behind Chloe’s teases. At first, she thought it was just jokes, but when someone acts a certain way towards you for so long, you start to question if they’re truly being serious.

And if Beca was being serious… she had feelings for Chloe, she had for a while now. She had no idea for how long at this point, there had sort of always been something that attracted Beca to Chloe. She had never been able to tell what, or maybe it was just Chloe’s overall positive aura that drew her in. She thought it might be Chloe’s boldness. I mean, their first real conversation was in the shower, both of them completely naked. Though Beca had been hesitant to look, she had noticed Chloe’s toned physique, something you could tell she worked for. Her core was tight and toned with an aquamarine-encrusted belly button ring.

Her boobs were perky and Beca could tell she’d recently tanned, it was even and bronze and it complemented the color of her hair so well. Or when she had always tried to stick up for Beca to Audrey, though it constantly fell on deaf ears. There was just something about Chloe that drew Beca in and the feeling had always been there, but now that Jesse was out of the picture, she was finally free to explore her attraction.

It’s not like she was just choosing to believe her delusions, either. Chloe had always acted especially friendly towards Beca. She loved to drop hints towards Beca that she wanted to “experiment” or that she “hadn’t experimented enough.” Beca had a feeling she knew what Chloe meant, but did she mean with her? Beca wasn’t sure. Chloe also loved to grope her. At first, she had been hesitant to be that comfortable with someone, but after Chloe had successfully broken Beca's walls, she began to allow the touches, even started to expect them. She could feel a tinge of concern in her stomach when Chloe didn’t touch her in some way.

She felt comfortable in Chloe’s touch. By her supple, tropical-scented hand lotion, or her matching perfume that made her smell like the freshest fruits. Her gold earrings or her wavy strawberry hair. Everything about her was comforting. Beca had never really felt that with any of her previous friends, only with Chloe. It was a new feeling, she didn’t know whether it was a welcome feeling or not.

Beca was brought from her self reflective ramblings by her phone dinging with a notification.

Chloe: Oh so u want alone time together 😏

There was Chloe’s usual flirting. Usually Beca would try to diffuse a situation like this, but for some reason she wanted to lean into it. She wanted to see how far this flirting would get her. Maybe she could convince Chloe to come over and miss the party. They could watch movies, talk, Beca might even confess her somewhat confusing feelings to her. They might even…

Beca didn’t want to get ahead of herself, so for now she decided to test the waters.

Beca: maybe I do 🥱

Beca: u might see if u skip this party and come over 🖤

Beca hadn’t realized how incredibly suggestive that sounded until she sent it, but she didn’t want to unsend it either. She wanted to see what Chloe would say, so she waited with baited breath as Chloe swiftly sent a reply.

Chloe: Are u trying to coerce me Beca 😨

Beca: idk is it working?

Chloe: tbh yeah 👀

Beca: then yes I am

Beca liked where this conversation was headed. She almost wanted to hit herself for not flirting back sooner. If she had, this might have already been a regular thing for her and Chloe. But this new feeling was invigorating and thrilling.

Chloe: Do u really want me to come over?

Chloe: Cause I will

Beca swallowed hard as she read those texts. She did want Chloe to come over, but what would that entail? By the tone of this conversation, they’d most likely take their relationship to a new level. Did Beca want that? Or more so, was she ready for that?

Beca closed her eyes as she imagined making love to Chloe. Her smooth glossed lips leaving cherry-colored kisses all over Beca’s skin. Feeling her warm, lotioned hands beneath her shirt, beneath her bra. Beca clenched her legs at the thought of it, she started to feel really hot all of a sudden but she didn’t want to keep Chloe waiting, so she responded as quickly as she could.

Beca: yeah I do

Beca: I’m tired of parties haha

Beca waited for Chloe’s reply. She could feel herself getting more excited by the second. Kimmy Jin was gone, so they were free to do whatever they wanted without an audience.

Chloe: Ok I’ll be right over

Wow, this was much more simple than Beca thought it would be. She should’ve done this sooner. As she set her phone down, she looked in the mirror. She was still wearing her outfit for the party. Should she change? Beca thought over it for a moment, she’d spent so long getting ready, might as well let someone see it.

Beca laid back, waiting for Chloe to knock on her door. She wasn’t too far, so she wouldn’t take long. Beca was equal parts nerves and excitement. She’d finally be able to tell Chloe how she felt. It was something she almost wanted to celebrate. Maybe with some alcohol to give her the liquid courage she needed.

A couple minutes later, there was a light few knocks on her dorm door. She hopped up, almost embarrassingly quick, and made her way to the door, making sure to fix her hair before opening it. When she opened the door, she was greeted by one of her favorite sights.

Chloe stood there in a dark blue tank top with an even darker colored cropped jacket, it was unzipped to reveal Chloe’s cleavage that was decorated with a golden necklace with a pearl in the middle. She had flared dark blue jeans and heeled boots on. Her winged eyeliner was more dramatic and smudged than usual and she had a dark stain on her lips, it was almost impossible not to stare. It all contrasted her bright hair and made everything mesh together cohesively. She looked amazing as always. Beca tried to make sure her awe wasn’t obvious, giving the red-head a quick once over before focusing on her face again. It was adorned with a bright smile, as usual.

The familiar scent of papaya and coconut wafted towards Beca as Chloe immediately pulled her into a hug. Beca embraced it, more than usual. She snuggled into Chloe’s shoulder more, wrapped her arms around her waist a little tighter, held her hands a little lower…

Beca pulled away, hesitantly at first. She looked at Chloe who seemed chipper as normal, despite her more intense makeup. She obviously eyed Beca up and down as she welcomed her into the dorm. Beca felt both hot and anxious under Chloe’s blatant stare. Though her gaze didn’t last long, the effect it had on Beca did.

“You’re lucky I love you, Bec,” Chloe joked as she casually sat on Beca’s bed. The bed she’d been sure to make before Chloe came. Beca couldn’t help but notice how alluring Chloe looked sitting with her legs crossed like that, in her flared jeans with that dark makeup, looking at Beca so playfully, like she knew where this night would eventually lead. Beca walked towards her, trying not to make the anxious desire rushing through her detectable.

“I know. I must be pretty important for that,” Beca said, sitting beside Chloe on the bed, once again being greeted by her fruity smelling perfume, a scent she never got tired of. Chloe smiled at her before replying.

“You are… plus, I felt bad for alway dragging you out and then leaving you,” Chloe admitted, her confident, laid back attitude partially being interrupted by genuine regret. Beca had already mostly forgiven Chloe for that, but now with her right in front of her, looking at her with that remorseful look in her eyes, all Beca’s anger seemed to melt away.

“It’s ok. I’m just glad I actually get to talk to you now. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Beca replied, nervously fidgeting with the layers of bracelets dangling from her wrist. She couldn’t look at Chloe when she had that look in her eyes. It made Beca want to act reckless and there was no room for mistakes tonight. Beca had decided that tonight was the night she would confess her feelings.

“I know, me too, but I’m here now,” Chloe replied. Beca could feel Chloe’s gaze pouring into her and it just made her face feel hotter than it already was. She could feel her lips curling into a nervous smile.

“Yeah, you are. It was easier to get you here than I thought it’d be,” Beca giggled, finally looking up to see Chloe’s smile. It made Beca’s heart speed up, she could feel the rhythmic thumping against her chest, she was almost certain Chloe could hear it, too. Chloe had somehow pulled a bottle of wine from her bag and had already begun opening it. Beca alternated her stare between the bottle and Chloe, she shouldn’t have been surprised but she was. Chloe laughed to herself as she finally got the lid off.

“Did you think it’d be hard or something?” Chloe laughed, taking a sizeable swig from the bottle before passing it to Beca. She wrestled with whether to accept it or not. The liquid courage would help her as long as she didn’t get too drunk. She grabbed the bottle and took a smaller sip than Chloe before handing it back to her.

“I mean, yeah kinda. You don’t like missing parties, Chlo,” Beca said, sitting back against the wall with Chloe soon following suit. Now, they were even closer and Beca could smell the wine beginning to mix with Chloe’s tropical scent. Chloe’s hair fell in framing cascades around her face, the strawberry locks were as soft as fresh linen. Beca wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through it.

“I don’t mind missing a few parties for you, Beca. You know that,” Chloe reiterated, taking another sip of wine and passing it to Beca again. She took it with less hesitation the second time. Beca could tell Chloe was beginning to feel its effects and she wouldn’t let herself fall behind her. Beca was starting to feel herself become more at ease, her shoulders were falling and she could actually make eye contact with Chloe now. She looked as radiant as ever, the alcohol was working to make Beca even more smitten with her best friend. There was a subtle blush to her tan skin, courtesy of the alcohol. With the way the wine was taking effect already, Beca could tell Chloe had pregamed before coming.

“Do I?” Beca joked, eyeing Chloe with a teasing glint in her eyes. Chloe giggled as she put her head down. Beca could see Chloe’s shoulders rise and fall with laughter. When Chloe put her head up, her eyes were sparkly and the red-tinted lip gloss that coated her lips bounced off the lights.

“I know I didn’t make that clear before,” Chloe started, averting Beca’s gaze while turning more red, “but it’s true.” Chloe finished, looking at the brunette with a newfound intensity.

“Well, thanks, Chlo,” Beca responded. She suddenly felt awkward with Chloe so close to her. She wanted a swig of the wine in Chloe’s hand. As Beca reached over for the wine, Chloe pulled it from her grasp. Now, they were closer than ever. Beca could feel the heat between them and Chloe’s eyes made Beca feel… something.

“There’s not much left,” Chloe said, her voice was deep and quiet, maybe because Beca was so close, but that tone of voice didn’t help Beca’s warm face. Beca finally decided it was time to back up, away from that comforting scent. Chloe looked disappointed for a moment, but it was gone as fast as it came.

“D-did you want the last sip or something?” Beca asked, she cursed quietly to herself for stuttering. Chloe’s smile returned as bright as ever. She was clearly enjoying this more than Beca.

“No, you can have it,” Chloe responded, passing the near empty bottle to Beca. She took it, but not without their fingers brushing against each other. Even with that short contact, Beca could already feel the smooth surface of Chloe’s hand.

“If I could have it, why’d you pull it away the first time?” Beca asked, finishing the bottle before setting it on the floor. At some point, Chloe had laid down and put her legs out, covering Beca’s legs with hers. It made Beca suddenly feel a bit better about confessing, clearly Chloe was even more flirty than she was.

Beca knew now was her chance to confess or she’d lose all the courage she’d built up. As the two had a stare down, Beca crept her way up Chloe’s leg, resting just beneath her knee. Chloe tried to make her smile inconspicuous, but Beca could see the corner of her lips curl up.

“I don’t know, I just felt like it,” Chloe teased, eyeing Beca’s hand on her leg before staring at Beca again, taking a detour to gaze at Beca’s lips. Beca scooted closer, careful to make sure Chloe didn’t notice. There was a break of silence between them. Beca supposed she should take advantage of the silence, but the nerves were still holding her back. Chloe had gotten on her phone at this point, giggling at something or someone.

Beca needed to just come out and say it before it ate her alive. “Chlo, I have something to tell you,” Beca started, ignoring the shakiness in her voice. Chloe looked up from her phone immediately like she was waiting for Beca to say something. Chloe set her phone down beside her before sitting up and staring at Beca with intense curiosity. Beca missed the warmth, but this was far more important than that.

“Uhm, the reason I wanted you to come over wasn’t just because I was tired of you leaving me at parties, even though that was annoying,” Beca stated, fidgeting with her hands again to distract herself.

“We haven’t really seen each other lately and I missed you,” Beca continued, she was trying to find the words needed to ease into this, but she couldn’t help but stall. Chloe smiled at Beca’s nervous exterior, she wasn’t really used to seeing Beca’s bashful side… she liked it.

“Aw, I missed you too, Beca,” Chloe responded, waiting for the brunette to continue. She wasn’t trying to rush her, which Beca appreciated, but it meant Beca had to push herself to come out with what she wanted to say.

“Thanks. Uhm… since we haven’t been hanging out as much I’ve been thinking,” Beca almost whispered. Chloe moved closer, simultaneously comforting Beca and making her more nervous.

“About?” Chloe asked, waiting for Beca to finish. There was an anticipating glow in her eyes. Chloe could tell where this was going from the moment she walked in, she just needed Beca to get the courage to say it.

“Us… like, our relationship. Since me and Jesse broke up, it’s made me realize things about myself,” Beca said, finally looking up from her shaky hands to stare at Chloe, her gaze as intense as ever.

“What about our relationship, Beca?” Chloe inquired with a smirk. This was starting to become harder by the minute. Beca knew she should stop beating around the bush, but Chloe didn’t make it easier with her penetrating gaze. She decided it’d just be easier to show Chloe rather than tell her.

Beca stared at Chloe for a moment, unsure. She’d just suddenly stopped talking and she could tell Chloe was starting to get concerned.

“Beca, are you o-“ Chloe started, but before she could finish, Beca bit the bullet and kissed her. Her lips were as soft as Beca imagined and the wine on her tongue made their kiss taste sweet. Chloe melted into the kiss easily, moaning into Beca’s mouth. Beca crawled towards Chloe, holding her back against her. Chloe’s hand was already in Beca’s hair, grazing around her scalp. Her lip gloss was smearing against Beca’s lips, but she couldn’t care less.

Beca’s hand gripped Chloe’s shoulder, pulling her jacket off to expose her freckle-covered shoulder. Beca let out a moan as Chloe spread her legs and pulled her between them. They feel against Beca’s pillows with a thud. Beca pulled away and Chloe was already giggling in the midst of trying to catch her breath.

“Beca… I-I don’t know what to say,” Chloe whispered, pulling Beca closer to her. Beca’s chest was falling and rising in quick succession. She didn’t even know she had that in her. She’d never planned to ambush Chloe with a kiss, but it just seemed easier than stumbling through a confession that could never properly convey her feelings for Chloe anyway. Plus, she finally got to kiss her best friend and that was worth every bit of awkward tension.

Beca gazed down at Chloe. Her breasts were glistening under the light as she caught her breath. Her eyes still had the playful glow that Beca loved so much and her once perfectly glossed lips had smudged and transferred to Beca’s.

“I didn’t either. That’s why I had to show you,” the brunette confessed. She was shocked at herself, but Chloe didn’t seem to be. She acted as if she had expected this at some point. Her smile was so captivating, it made Beca feel like she was on cloud nine each time she caught a glimpse of it.

“I was hoping you would,” Chloe whispered, propping herself on her elbows to give Beca another kiss. It was still as passionate as the last, but much more tender, like they had all the time in the world. Her lips were so soft against Beca’s, it made her want to melt against the redhead. Chloe moaned when Beca’s hand found her way onto her scalp, gently pulling at the silky strands. Chloe wrapped a leg around her, the rough feeling of the jeans grazing Beca’s hip as her shirt lifted slightly. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Chloe was a good kisser, but her imagination truly hadn’t captured the feeling of this moment. All the tension, flirty jokes, times Chloe’s hands had stayed on her for too long finally made sense. Chloe pulled Beca closer, arching into her touch as Beca gripped her hips tightly.

Chloe’s hand traveled to Beca’s shirt, pulling at the bottom as her nails grazed her skin. Before Beca could assist Chloe with her shirt, the door began to twist and rattle. Kimmy Jin. They both looked at each other for a split second before separating. Chloe sat up right and Kimmy Jin came in with her friends, looking at them with disdain, as usual.

“The white girl and her friend are here,” Kimmy Jin said in her permanently monotone voice. Beca stared at Chloe, Chloe stared at Beca, and all Kimmy Jin’s friends stared at them before sitting on Kimmy’s side of the room and starting up some game. Beca really wished she had a single room right about now. Chloe giggled to herself before leaning over to Beca, her lips grazing her neck. Beca tensed, this was reckless.

“My roommate will be out tonight if you wanna come over,” the red-head whispered flirtatiously. She knew Beca wouldn’t refuse her, she didn’t have the strength. She never had. Beca just nodded as she watched Kimmy Jin’s friends closely to make sure they wouldn’t be caught. Chloe looked over at the group for a moment, before turning Beca’s face to hers and leaving a chaste, teasing kiss to her lips. Beca wished it could go on forever, but Chloe got up, grabbed the now empty bottle and headed towards the door with a wave and a wink. Beca smiled and waved back. As she left, Beca fell against her bed, put her headphones on, and waited for nightfall when she could finally show Chloe just how deep her feelings went.

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