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superblysubpar · 3 months

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the song: Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall // It Had To Be You playlist

warnings: this story is a part of the series We’ll Call It Love, and much of it would be spoiled if you read this first. It’s linked above, and I hope you love it! | series warnings pertain | mentions of drugs | "illusions" to smut

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Steve always thought he’d meet the love of his life, his soul mate, at a bar.

Which sounds kind of lame now maybe? It’s just that the movies make it feel like this magical moment - you know, the couple sees each other, the music swells, the lights change - it’s undeniable.

But that’s not happening for Steve Harrington it seems, definitely not tonight.

Maybe not ever.

So here he is, just breaking up with another girl in another random Chicago bar.

His thumb pulls at the damp paper label, his brows furrowed over hazel eyes girls tend to like to look into deeply from time to time - or so he’s been told.

“It’s just not working.”

The words taste more bitter than the beer on his tongue because for Steve, that’s quite the opposite of how he feels a relationship should be described. Your relationship shouldn’t feel like a job. It should be easy. It should feel right. It should just work for lack of a better term.

When there’s no response from the other side of the table he finally glances up from the shredded label to find her typing on her phone, reaching for her wine glass and nodding.

“Brenda?”

The blonde finally lifts her eyes from the device, smiling under vacant eyes.

“Sorry, did you say something?”

Steve sighs deeply. He rubs at his temple as he nods.

“Yeah, yeah I did. I don’t…I don’t think we should…do this anymore?”

Silence.

She’s typing on her phone again.

“Brenda?” He blinks at her incredulously before leaning across the table, closer, as he lowers his voice, “Brenda, I’m breaking up with you.”

She snaps her gum, slides her phone into her purse and starts to slide out of the booth.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time. Listen, I didn’t even know we were dating? We haven’t even slept together and I didn’t think we were, like, an inclusive thing, you know?”

“You mean exclusive?”

She’s already walking out the door. As Steve watches her go with a disbelieving stare, he sees one of the TVs suspended over the bar has the Cubs game on now.

Well at least tonight isn’t a total bust.

“Hey man, ‘nother beer?” The bartender who brought him his first one asks from where he’s collecting empty dishes at a nearby table.

“Um,” Steve runs a hand through his hair, squinting at the tabletop before he sighs. “Sure, thanks.”

The bartender leaves and Steve rests his chin on his fist, watching the game but not really seeing it.

He’s not really sure what he’s doing anymore. Is it all just normal? To be this hopeless, to be this unhappy with life, to be this lonely. There has to be someone out there for him right?

His phone buzzes loudly on the table, stealing him from his spiral only for the dread he was barely allowing himself to dip into, swallow him whole and drown him.

The contact ‘Dad’ displays with no photo for what feels like forever until it finally stops and the screen goes dark.

Steve is still staring down at it when a large basket of breadsticks slides under his nose and a cold beer right behind it.

He glances up and the bartender is taking his empty bottle, smiling in a sort of laid back way that makes Steve envious of his clearly relaxed state and demeanor.

“On the house. You look pretty down about that blonde.”

“Oh,” Steve sits up, clearing his throat. He feels the warmth under his cheeks as he shakes his head, “No, um, she’s…yeah, I’m not missing her. Just lost in thought I guess. Thank you…” Steve trails off, looking for a name tag.

“Argyle, man,” the bartender slaps his hand out and grabs Steve’s.

Steve points to the ceiling, smiling. “Like the name of the bar?”

“One and the same my dude. Let me know if I can get you anything else.”

Steve keeps his eyes on the game until he can’t resist the scent of butter and cheese and he grabs one of the breadsticks. He practically moans when he takes the first bite, and his eyes flutter open when he hears a laugh float across the quiet room.

He swallows around the way too hot to have taken that big of a bite of bread as he sees you. You’re the only girl at the bar, head thrown back in a laugh he swears sounds like a favorite song as Argyle pours more red wine in your glass. There’s pizza in your hand and you’re gesturing to the baseball game.

He might already be in love with you.

And that’s before he watches you devour more than one piece of the pizza you’re eating alone and watching the baseball game like you actually care about it.

Steve clicks his phone unlocked, ignoring the text from his father, and types one to Robin instead.

Steve: Do you believe in soul mates?

It takes less than a minute for her to respond.

Robin: Steve, I’m sorry, but I cannot do this. Brenda is NOT your soul mate Steve: we just broke up Robin: oh thank god Robin: I mean, I am so sorry, what can I do? Ice cream? Steve: no, listen… Steve: there’s this girl here Robin: no Steve: I haven’t even told you the best part Robin: let me guess, you think you love her already? Steve: if you’re gonna be a brat about it, I will not tell you that she’s watching the Cubs game right now Robin: wow? Steve: Robs, she’s ACTUALLY watching it Robin: Yeah, and? Do you even know her name yet, Dingus? Have you spoken to her? Dude, I love you, but you can’t keep doing this Steve: what’s a good pick up line?

Steve takes a swig of his beer and chokes around it when Robin responds.

Robin: I might not be a pro player, but when it comes to you, I won't stop until I’ve reached all the bases Steve: absolutely not Robin: I think I glove you Robin: my dugout, or yours? Robin: I’m an umpire. Can I have your number so I can make the call? Steve: I hate you Robin: why don’t you just go with “Hi.” idiot Robin: also, why are there SO many baseball pick up lines on google? And what do they mean? Wtf is a pinch hitter?

Steve rolls his eyes at his screen, locking it closed as he slides out of the booth. He approaches the bar slowly, deciding that Robin is right, he should take it slow, he always does this.

And maybe he’ll go with the umpire line.

But when he’s right behind your shoulder, so close he can smell your perfume that makes him want to fall inside the bottle, he sees your pizza.

And it has fucking olives on it.

“Shit.”

He didn’t mean to say it out loud, but he clearly did, and when you turn to face him, he sort of forgets how to breathe.

You’re clearly taking him in just like he is you, and when he sees your mouth drop open a little as your eyes meet each other, he feels like someone is playing a prank on him.

Because the bar lights dim and the lyrics of As Time Goes By plays loudly.

And Steve knows, logically, that this is all because it’s the time of night where bars dim their lights and that the song is from the other TV playing Casablanca. He knows this.

And yet…

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

Steve kisses your temple as he leans around you and grabs a breadstick on the bar despite your protest. He groans around the bread as you turn to smile at him.

“I swear, Argyle puts drugs in these.”

He sighs, pushing more into his mouth as he blinks at you, nodding his agreement. Steve’s eyes roam over the little black dress you have on, stopping appreciatively on the lace neckline that dips nicely and not so innocently. His fist comes up over his mouth, clearing his throat around the bite he shoves into his cheek so he can talk.

“You look nice.”

“What, this old thing?” You spin on the stool, shrugging your shoulders with a smile.

“Did you have something going on at work today?” He asks, brows furrowing and at first you think he’s joking, but then he cocks his head, ripping at more of the breadstick.

“Um, no, I-”

“Hey,” Steve waves for Argyle’s attention before he turns to you, apologetic, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, do you care if we get the pizza to go? I’m beat from today, and I just need to get into something that isn’t this tie and eat that pizza and pass out.”

“Oh, uh, sure.” You smile, sure it’s not quite meeting your eyes, but Steve doesn’t notice because he’s already relaying the message to Argyle who looks at you curiously, then Steve, then you again before nodding.

“Sure, man, I’ll box it up right now, it just got out of the oven.”

He walks away and Steve looks at you curiously, “That was weird, right?”

Except it wasn’t, because Argyle and you must see all the couples literally making out over their pizza, or snuggled up on the same side of booths and pressing their noses into cheeks and whispering sweet nothings into ears. Argyle and you must know that today is Valentine’s Day and Steve…doesn’t?

You quickly hop off the stool, grab your thick winter coat and shrug it on, pretending not to notice, “No? It’s busy, maybe he’s just overwhelmed.”

“Yeah, maybe…” Steve trails off, looking around until he lands back on you buttoning your coat, then down at your feet when he smiles. “Hey, you’re wearing the heels I bought you.”

A hum leaves your pursed lips as you roll your eyes. “Well, they’re really nice and they’re not doing anyone any good hanging out in my closet collecting dust on their red soles.”

Steve leans in and kisses you, quickly and subtly before he whispers, “It’s okay to admit you like the fancy things I buy you…speaking of…” He grabs his wallet from his back pocket.

He hands you his debit card, before he nods outside, “I’m gonna go run and pull the car up so you don’t have to walk in those all the way to where I finally found parking.”

“Steve, I can-” He’s already waving it off and kissing your cheek, disappearing out the door he barely just walked through.

You slump against the bar and pull out your phone, looking around at the packed place with a sour feeling in your stomach.

Normally, you hate this day. It’s overpriced consumerism at its finest. It's a sickening zoo of PDA everywhere you look, and places like here that normally are your peaceful, quiet spots, are packed.

But you’d be lying if you didn’t say you were sort of looking forward to the day this year. Because, in all honesty, you’ve never really had someone you’ve wanted to celebrate with or someone who cared to do so until now.

Until Steve.

Which is what leads you to pull out your phone, open a text to Robin, decide absolutely not because she’d just text him and then he’d feel awful and instead you call Eddie who answers on the first ring.

“What.”

You go to bite at your lower lip at the sound of his curt greeting and think better of it, what with the lipstick you put on for tonight and all.

“Are you busy?”

Eddie sighs, dramatically, and you hear the distinct sound of a can crushing. “Yeah, I’m fucking the love of my life after we just had a candle lit dinner for two.”

As you look at the window, waiting to see Steve’s car, your eyes roll. Argyle hands you the pizza box with a smile and your voice lowers.

“Steve’s a…has he…does he like Valentine’s Day?”

Eddie snorts as he slurps a sip of a fresh beer into the receiver, “What kind of question is that. Of course Steve likes Valentine’s Day. It’s his shit. One year he took a girl out to like this whole big, fancy dinner and ice skating. Presents, flowers, the whole thing. He even gets Robin flowers and a card every year. He’s always been like that. Got everyone in middle school like the really nice candy and cards. Superheroes and name brand shit.”

“Oh.”

There’s silence on the other end for what feels like forever and you hear his sharp inhale as the car pulls up.

“I gotta go,” you start to hang up but then think better of it and hiss into the phone, “Don’t say anything to him or Robin or Nancy or I will kill you.”

“But-” You click off the phone before he can say another word and head out the door where Steve is already jogging around the front of his car and opening your door for you.

The glaring reality of your situation hits you as Steve closes the door.

Steve didn’t forget Valentine’s Day, he just doesn’t want to celebrate it with you.

You try to shake off the mood, to smile and nod as he talks the whole way to his apartment about the new job, because you are really proud of him and you love hearing how excited he is for this new work he’s doing. And really, isn’t being alone with him, eating pizza, in comfy clothes, a perfect night with him because anything you do with him is perfect?

It’s just hard to shake the fact that it’s a known fact he’s gone above and beyond for everyone else on this holiday, but not for you.

Steve grows quiet as you walk inside the apartment building, thumb swiping over your knuckles back and forth gently until you untangle your fingers so he can unlock his door.

The heels are kicked off and your coat hung as Steve slides the pizza onto the island, turning towards his bar. “I got that wine you really liked, do you want a glass of that with it, or…” he trails off waiting for you to respond.

You nod and head towards his room, but his arm snakes around your waist, tugging you to a stop so you can see his eyes when he ducks his head to catch your gaze. Steve speaks softly, worried, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you smile and he frowns and you kiss the corner of his lips, “Sorry, I just had a long day too, I guess. Lady things. Heels hurting, whatever-”

“The heels hurt?” He looks genuinely concerned, and goes to reach for his phone, “I’ll get you a different size, they shouldn’t hurt-”

“No, no, no, I meant like…” you kiss him again, feeling something in your chest ache.

Steve is wonderful, wanting to buy you new shoes because your feet hurt and here you are sulking because what? He didn’t get you overpriced bad chocolates?

He kisses you back, hand cupping your jaw until you’re sighing and pulling away.

“The shoes don’t hurt my feet. I don’t know why I said that. They’re perfect and the wine sounds great. I’m gonna change quick, okay?”

He nods, but he’s still frowning as you turn into his bedroom. You literally shake out your arms as you enter his closet, like you’re trying to rid your body of the bratty feeling as you roll your head from side to side, the tense feeling in your neck making you feel nauseous and guilty.

You pad over to the tall dresser, pulling at the top drawer that’s slowly becoming yours as your phone rings, loudly, in the other room.

“Steve, can you grab that? It’s in my coat pocket. It’s probably just Eddie, I hung up on him earlier…” you trail off as you remember what else is in the coat pocket and you race back out to the kitchen, sweats and one of Steve’s shirts in your hands.

Your tights covered feet skid to a stop in his kitchen at the sight of what Steve holds in his hand.

His tie is gone, white dress shirt partially unbuttoned to reveal the white tank top underneath with a small glimpse of his chest hair peeking out the top of it. His hair is sticking every which way, like he ran both hands through it several times in less than the minute you’ve been a part.

And in his fingers dangles a gold chain, his gold chain, with a little ‘S’ hanging from it.

“Steve, I-”

He looks up at you and his cheeks are flushed pink and his eyes look a little glassy and he clears his throat as he holds it up higher. The ‘S’ spins with the movement, catching the light and sparkling as his voice breaks a little when he asks, “What’s this?”

Your eyes close as you groan and drop the items. The heels of your palms into your eyes as you shake your head. The words tumble out of you, unable to be contained any longer.

“It’s stupid. I’m sorry. I just…I thought…I figured you’re a guy who, like, would eat this holiday shit up, and I don’t know, your chain just…I don’t know. I stole it and I brought it to a jeweler and got the ‘S’ for it and I know it’s technically a gift for me, but I just thought you’d like it if I wore it but it’s fine, I can return it or we can just…I don’t know, I-”

“Hey,” he interrupts softly, now standing just in front of you. He tugs on your wrist, pulling your hand from your face before his fingers tuck under your jaw so you have to look at him. “You got me this for Valentine’s Day?”

The words of the holiday must make your face aching to be nonchalant twitch or shift or something because Steve leans down and presses his forehead against yours.

“I didn’t forget. I just assumed you were very much not the kind of girl who would eat this holiday shit up,” he laughs at the parrot of your words as your lips twitch. “I thought you’d hate the fancy dinners and the flowers and chocolate, and just want today to be…normal?”

Your shoulders shrug as you step closer, letting your hands tug at his shirt collar. “I do…normally.”

Steve’s nose traces up yours and back down as he hums, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, “Yeah? What changed?”

“Are you fishing for a compliment Harrington?” You whisper, heart stuttering in your chest as his lips catch your bottom one and linger, his breath exhaling against your skin warm as he laughs.

“I wouldn’t complain if I got one,” his lips skim up your jaw, kissing just below your ear before he asks, “Can I put it on you?”

Something inside of your stomach flutters as you nod and spin for him. Steve’s nose follows your ear, down your neck as his hands reach around with the necklace. The cold metal hits your skin, your toes curl and legs press together as his fingertips skate across your collarbones with the ends of the chain, until they’re clasping it closed.

You spin slowly, bodies refusing to stop touching each other as Steve swallows loudly and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His eyes remain on the necklace as you tilt your head back to look up at him.

Steve’s hand reaches up, fingertips gently brushing down the chain until they’re on the ‘S’ where he pauses, his adams apple bobbing as the apartment grows warmer from the heat of his stare.

He leans forward, and before you can even naturally follow, he tugs, lightly, on the ‘S’, making your brain buzz and something spark up your spine as the distance between you closes.

Steve makes a sort of choked noise from the back of his throat, pupils blown wide when he finally looks into your eyes.

Your lips hover over his mouth, whispering around their smirk, “Pizza’s getting cold.”

Steve groans as you slip out of his arms, spinning towards the food only to be caught around the waist by his arms. He practically drags you to his bedroom, growling, “Fuck the pizza,” around your laughter.

You’re not sure what you were hoping for, really, with the gift, for your first Valentine’s day together.

But watching Steve Harrington’s eyes practically roll back in his head with you grinding on top of him, his hands pressed to the mattress with fingers entangled in yours, as the chain and little gold ‘S’ hits his chin is pretty fucking great.

Oh, and him coming with no warning when you kiss the pair of freckles on his neck and whisper, “Happy Valentine’s Day baby” was pretty cool too.

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sunvmars · 7 months

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sunday morning | s.r.

pairing: steve rogers x afab reader

word count: 3.4k summary: a rainy day ruins your date plans, so steve brings the date to you warnings: lots of kissing, lots of smiling, its actually just fluff galore. light swearing, smut mentions a/n: thinking this might be part of a fall writing collection, i thrive in autumn and its my favorite season to write for

The morning had started with a promisingly clear and sunny sky paired with an autumn breeze that was just right. By definition, it was the most fitting weather for the picnic you had planned. You'd had this picnic date planned with Steve for weeks; both of you took a vacation day from work so you couldn't be called in. Last night you even added the finishing touches to the pie you made specifically for this date. You figured you'd make and pack the rest of the food before you left, that way nothing gets stale or soggy.

However, that wouldn't be needed now. The morning was deceitful, to say the least, and now the rain was pouring non-stop. It had started as a slight drizzle that Steve reassured you would most likely pass within the hour. Now, though, thick raindrops pattered heavily against the windows of your shared high-rise apartment. The sound of the rain was typically soothing, but today it felt almost condescending like the clouds had planned this cruel trick.

"Why does Mother Nature hate us?" you frown, eyebrows furrowed together. Your gaze flickers across the rainy city from your living room window as you pout. "Make it go away, Stevie."

You hear him chuckle behind you mere seconds before you feel his arms wrap around your waist. He pulls you back against his chest gently. His chin comes to rest on top of your head as he looks at the rain-soaked cityscape.

"You know I would if I could," he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I'm sorry, doll. I know you were looking forward to this."

Your body leans into his to soak up his comforting warmth. "It's just... I've had this planned for us for weeks, and now it's ruined," you sigh, voice laced with utter disappointment.

Steve tightens his embrace, his chest rising and falling in a calming rhythm. A light sigh falls from his lips and the warm air brushes by your ear. He doesn't respond, and not because he doesn't know how to, but rather because he's searching his brain for ways to make it up to you. It only takes a few moments for an idea to pop into his head.

"I might have a solution," he says, breaking the silence.

"Oh yeah?" you question. You turn in his arms to face him. "Let's hear it."

His eyes trace over your features and he smiles down at you. Softened blue eyes meet yours as he rubs circles into your lower back with his thumb.

"It's a bit of a surprise," he says. "So, as much as I love seeing you in this dress, why don't you go change back into something comfortable and I'll come get you when I'm done, hm? Give me, say, fifteen minutes."

He brings one hand up to run a finger under the thick halter strap of your brown gingham dress. You return the smile back to him, your eyes lighting up as you stare up at him. His heart skips a few beats, as it does a lot in moments like these. It truly is the simple moments such as these where he cherishes you most.

You offer a nod in response, your cheeks raising ever so slightly when you smile up at him. "Alright, surprise me then, but it better be good."

Steve leans down to place a chaste kiss on your lips. "When have I ever let you down, doll?" he asks rhetorically.

"Never," you reply, leaning in to steal another kiss. "At least not yet."

He smiles against your lips as he chuckles. "Good point," he concedes before releasing you from his embrace. "Go on, get dressed, and I'll come get you soon."

You turn to head to the bedroom but make it just mere inches away before he delivers a playful spank to your backside. A small gasp of surprise escapes you and your face heats up at the teasing smack. When you turn back around to shoot him a mock glare, his hands raise in the air defensively as if he's innocent.

"Watch it, Rogers."

"Okay, okay. You got me," he laughs, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I'll be on my best behavior, but you can't blame me for wanting to touch my pretty girl when she looks absolutely divine."

The compliment makes your lips spread thin into a wide smile. "You're so damn lucky I find your compliments so persuasive," you respond before disappearing into the bedroom to change.

Once inside the bedroom, you find soft, well-worn jeans and your favorite sweater you'd stolen from Steve when you first started dating. You slip out of your dress and then slide into the more comfortable clothing. After getting dressed, you take a moment to step over in front of the dresser mirror and straighten out your stray pieces of hair. Your thoughts race with anticipation about what he has planned; he always has had a knack for planning surprises for you.

While you wait on the bed for him to finish, Steve puts the finishing touches on his surprise. He readjusts the pillows and blankets of the fort he's created to make them as fluffy and comfortable as possible. He lights a few more candles to create a mellow, glowing environment he knows will be sure to cheer you up.

With everything now in its place, he turns on soft music and takes a minute to glance over his handiwork to make sure it suits his standards for you. He takes a quick glance up at the clock and finds that he's right on time to show you the atmosphere he'd set up. His heart races, his nerves unsettling as he heads to the bedroom.

Gently, he pushes the door open to find you sitting on the bed, your sweater-clad figure looking rather cozy. The sight of you replaces the previous nervousness and has his heart pounding and swelling up with affection. He can't help but admire you for a few seconds; your hair is tidied but still tousled from getting undressed, his sweater lying loosely over your form, and a content smile on your face. To him, you are the most beautiful sight he could ever see.

Steve approaches you, his smile matching yours. "Somehow, you manage to look even better every time I see you," he states, his eyes filled with adoration. "I think it's the sweater- it looks awfully familiar, like maybe I had one like it at some point."'

You giggle at his remark. "Oh, you think so? I guess you do have good taste after all."

"That I do," he coos. He leans down so that his lips ghost over yours. "You wear it better than I ever could, doll."

His lips capture yours in a tender kiss as he places his hands on your waist. You sigh quietly into the kiss, your fingers finding their way into his silky sleek hair. The feeling of his mouth on yours sends a wave of heat through you. His fingers dig gently into your sides as he scoots you to the edge of the bed and closer to him. You deepen the kiss, savoring the taste and familiarity of his lips.

Both of you are left breathless when you finally pull apart. His forehead rests on yours as you catch your breath. Steve looks lovingly at you, blue eyes filled with a solacing warmth.

"I could kiss you like that all day, you know that?" he whispers with a voice that's now a little husky.

You beam, your cheeks warming up again. "I wouldn't mind that at all," you start, "But maybe tomorrow, I do believe you owe me a surprise right about now."

"You're absolutely right about that, my love." He pulls back and stands straight up, his hand reaching out for you to take. "Let's not keep you waiting any longer, hm?"

You happily take his hand; the warmth of his large fingers wrapping around yours still sends a shiver down your spine. "Lead the way," you say as you rise from the bed.

Steve leads you out of the bedroom with your hand securely in his. When you step into the living room, your eyes widen in surprise at the scene that greets you. On the floor before you is the most snug-looking fort crafted from the fluffiest pillows and blankets you own. There are candles placed on almost every stable surface in the living room all the way to the dining room and onto the kitchen bar.

A soft glow from the candles dances across the room, adding just the right amount of light in the darkened room. The low glass coffee table that usually resides in the middle of the living room is now pushed against the tv stand to make room for the fort. He'd even taken it upon himself to set up trays around the fort with your favorite sandwiches, a fruit platter, and the pie you finished up yesterday.

He had created the perfect atmosphere to both cheer you up and accompany the rainy weather outside. You stand still in awe, his eyes stay glued to you as you take in your surroundings. His stomach churns while he watches you closely for any hint of a reaction. When you turn to face him after a few moments of silence, he sees that familiar twinkle in your eyes and he's immediately reassured.

Your gaze flickers up to him, your body follows suit and you turn to face him. "Stevie," you murmur. "This is...perfect."

"I'm glad you like it, doll," he says, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "You deserve nothing less than perfect."

You lean into his delicate touch and take in the fondness in his eyes. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Rogers," you tease with a smirk. "You sure there's not anybody else you're trying these methods out on before me, hm?"

"Oh, honey," Steve chuckles in response. His fingers slide down your cheek to trace your jawline, "I promise, you're the only one who gets the full Steve Rogers experience. No one else could ever compare to my pretty girl," he speaks, his voice honeyed.

The silky words make you shiver, butterflies fluttering in your stomach just as they did when you first met him. His hands come to rest on yours and your fingers interlock once more. You move closer to him to meet his lips in an affectionate, lingering kiss; a silent way of saying how much you appreciate his efforts.

His lips curve into a thin smile against yours and his mouth moves with as much hunger as yours. The kiss deepens for a moment as he applies more pressure onto your lips, but he pulls back before he loses the willpower to break apart from you. While it only lasted a few fleeting moments, the kiss was meaningful and telling.

"I might have to take you up on that offer for kissing all day tomorrow," he jokes, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.

"I'll hold you to that, Rogers," you reply, a playful glint flickering in your eyes.

He grins, "I'll be looking forward to it."

With that, he leads you over to the fort with your fingers still interlinked. You watch your step, fully aware of the food and slipper blankets under your feet. He crouches down and settles himself into the inviting fort first then waits for you to join him. You crouch down like he did and go to plop down beside him.

Before you can take your spot, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap. His arms cradle you as he looks down at you mischievously. He cocks an eyebrow up playfully, fingers digging carefully into your thighs and upper arm.

"You come here often?" he teases.

A grimace shows on his face as soon as the words roll off his tongue. The joke, though not meant to be an innuendo, makes his face flush with the lightest pink. His face scrunches up in disgust and you can't help but laugh. The prior embarrassment seems to disappear when your giggles meet his ears.

"And to think that I even imagined that you use these moves on other people," you tease back. "You've been spending too much time with Tony."

"You're not gonna let this one go, are you?"

"Nope," you say, popping the 'p.'

The grip he has on you tightens, contentment fulfilling his being. "What do you want first, my love?"

"I could go for a sandwich," you smile.

Both of you begin to enjoy the picnic spread he prepared. At some point, you'd managed to slide out of arms and in between his legs. The two of you continue to talk and steal sweet kisses in between bites as you eat. The rain outside and previous plans seem like a distant memory as you get lost in the uninterrupted time with each other. Every time he glances at you, his gaze holds nothing but undiluted admiration that makes you feel giddy. And every time you giggle at one of his cheesy jokes, his heart hammers in his chest.

Your back and head rest on his chest as you make your way through your final half sandwich. Steve uses one hand to eat and occasionally brings a piece of fruit to your mouth while his free arm wraps around your waist protectively. Although he tries to hide it, he's been staring down the apple pie since you sat down.

"Geez, Stevie- you drool any harder over that pie and I'm gonna start to get jealous over here," you jape, reaching forward to pull the pie tray towards you.

Steve snorts and his lips curl into a grin, "Well, we can't have that, now can we?" he says, placing a few kisses on your shoulder when you lean back onto him.

You smile to yourself as you cut a generous slice of pie for him. You reach back to hand him the plate and he accepts it with a nod of appreciation. Carefully, he cuts himself a bite and brings it to his mouth. He groans as he chews the treat slowly, fully absorbing the flavors as you look at him expectantly.

"So? How is it?"

"Incredible, just like it always is."

"Well," you start, the appraisal makes you smile yet again. "I do have to keep up with your super soldier appetite somehow, right?"

"You're amazing at everything you do," he says admirably.

He stabs a piece onto the fork and brings it up to your lips. Your mouth opens, allowing him to feed you a decently sized bite of the pie. The sweetness of the filling and the slightly savory, flaky crust dance on your taste buds. Your eyes close in delight, your head tilting back to rest on his shoulder. He watches you savor the bite with a knowing smirk on his face.

"See, it is good, huh?" he questions, his voice low and soothing.

You nod, your eyes still closed, reveling in the taste of the pie. "Oh yeah," you sigh. "Totally drool-worthy."

"Like I said, it always is." He chuckles at your quip, the vibrations from his chest being sent through you. "It's not the only drool-worthy thing here though."

Your eyes open to look up at him as you mock a shocked gasp and stifle your giggle, "Steven Grant, you are something else today."

"Ah, just keeping you on your toes."

"You do a good job of it," you admit with a playful shake of your head.

"Good to hear," he grins, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

The music still plays quietly in the background to provide a comforting ambiance as you snuggle into him. You take the silence between you two as a chance to silently appreciate the man behind you. His steady heartbeat can be felt against your back, his calm breathing rocking you gently. Everything about him is promising and admirable- the way he loves you, how he holds you, the love in his eyes when he looks at you.

There's, truthfully, no other man that could compare to Steve. Your Steve.

"Thank you," you finally speak up, breaking the silence.

He absorbs the gratitude in your voice with a smile. "Anything for you, you know that," he reassures you, "I'd do all this and more a thousand times to keep that pretty smile on that beautiful face."

"I'm the luckiest person in the world to have you," you whisper, your voice laced with genuine affection.

"The lucky one here is all me, doll."

He tightens his hold on you, and for a second, the two of you simply bask in the warmth of each other. He's almost ready to drag you to bed to take a nap with him but then he remembers his plans for a movie.

"Would you like to watch something? Your pick this time," he offers.

You nod in agreement and he hands the remote to you. You start scrolling through the movie options, and after a bit of deliberation about which movie to watch, you finally settle on your favorite comedy.

As the movie begins, you snuggle deeper into Steve's welcoming embrace. Pure joy courses through your veins as he runs his fingers through your hair. The laughter from the movie fills the air and blends in with the soft crackling of the candles. The patter of the rain still sounds on the large windows of the living room, dark clouds still covering the sky.

You steal glances at him throughout the movie, unable to imagine that this perfect moment could've been replaced with something else had it not rained.

"I love you, so much," he says softly, fingers scratching softly on your scalp. "More than I could put into words, sweetheart."

Your head leans into his touch. "And I love you," you promise. "So, what's after this? Any more plans?" you ask.

He ponders for a moment. Originally, he'd planned to just lounge for the remainder of the day, but now he's having second thoughts. Most times he'd have enough self-control to keep his hands off of you, but today is different. Maybe it started when he'd seen you in his favorite dress of yours, or it could be the rainy weather, or maybe it was when he saw you in his sweater. Either way, he knows he has to have you.

"I think I wanna get started on that 'kissing all day' a little early," he coos as his lips brush your ear.

A cool shiver runs down your spine at his suggestiveness. You smirk as you turn your head to face him. The atmosphere shifts; air that was once light now thickens with desire.

"So early, Captain? The movie isn't even halfway through."

"Sometimes you just can't wait for the good part," he murmurs in response.

You turn around to face him fully, his legs straightening so you can straddle him. "I guess we could always pause it."

His eyes darken with need and his mouth collides with yours in a heated kiss. Large, soft hands explore your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your figure through the soft fabric of his your sweater. The taste of his lips on yours and the feeling of him touching you consumes your senses. You lose yourself in the intensity of the moment and everything else fades into the background.

Each kiss somehow becomes deeper and more intense than the last. Steve's hands find their way under the sweater, his touch on your skin sending an electric pulse through your stomach. He grabs at your waist with his fingers digging roughly into the flesh.

"Steve," you whine against his lips.

He pulls away slightly to lock eyes with you. "I need you," he rasps, his voice husky and low.

"Then take me," you taunt, a grin on your face.

And he doesn't need any more convincing. He pulls his hands out from under your sweater, tapping your bottom to tell you to stand. You do so, and he follows right after you. With one fluid motion, he scoops you up into his arms again.

"Stevie!" you yelp, fingers digging into his arm for support.

"I did say I need you," he says with a smirk as he carries you to the bedroom.

a/n: ugh i just know im gonna make a smutty part two to this, i cant resist. also! if you'd like to be on my general taglist to be tagged whenever i upload a new fic, feel free to ask :)

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our-destiny · 1 year

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Not sure what to title this, but it's dark/yandere Bucky and a hint of pervert!Bucky. The ending is super rushed and as always this is super self indulgent and not well written <3 readers gender is not specified

Trigger warnings: Stalking, violence (not towards reader), killing, male masturbation, Buckys filthy thoughts, stealing, mention of reader masturbating, implied noncon at the end - if I missed anything please let me know

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Word count: 1378

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Bucky, who's still getting used to the new world, the Winter Soldier progamming not quite gone yet, lost in this unfamiliar world until he meets you. He doesn't really understand social norms, so when he feels a need to protect you and be around you, he does just that.

He follows you around, not really trying to hide it, and stares at you openly from across the room.

He convinced Tony to put your room next to his (or changed rooms so he could be next to you idk) so he could always listen to you and make sure you're okay. He learns your schedule and follows it, always trailing behind you like your shadow.

In the morning he would let himself into your room. If you were still asleep he would sit and watch you, when you awoke and asked what the hell he was doing, he would just stare, saying nothing. After the first few times this happened you started locking your door at night, which did nothing because he would just break the lock. Though he stopped after Steve told him off for it, so now he just stands outside your door waiting for you. He'd wait for you to get ready before following walking with you to breakfast. When you sit down to eat he makes sure he's sitting next to you, kicking someone out of their seat if need be, and also makes sure no one else is sitting on the other side of you. When eating he still stares at you, only ever glancing away, almost as if you would disappear at any moment. He follows you around the rest of the day, joining you in the gym, following you when you go out to eat. He's always there, always watching.

When you go to your room, he leaves you be. Steve told him that you needed some privacy and alone time, so when you shut the door in his face he goes to his room next door. He's not too worried about you getting hurt since he can hear everything you're doing in there. If someone were to come over to your room, he would first lean against his door, listening to your conversation with them, holding his trusty gun ready to attack if they tried to hurt you. When they left he would calm down and open his door to check up on you, once he knows you're okay he'll go back into his room. However if you were to invite them into your room, he wouldn't allow that, immediately storming out of his room and into yours, ready to tell the other person to get the fuck out. You see he doesn't like leaving you alone, let alone leaving you alone with another person, he has to be next to you or at least have you in his sight. You can convince him to let them stay, as long as you also let him stay in your room to watch over you, but if you don't say anything he will demand they leave and will make it physical if he has to.

He doesn't like it when other people touch you or gets too close to you. After so long with Hydra he doesn't understand that touches can be friendly, anytime someone touches you he thinks they're out to hurt you. If anyone tries to touch you Bucky will stand between you two and glare at them until they either leave or back off. If someone does put their hand on you, even if it's just a friendly pat on the back, he'll almost break their wrist while getting them off of you.

Bucky does give you some personal space depending on where you are. If you're in a room that's not very crowded then he'll be further away, but if you're at a party or something else where there's a lot of people, he'll stand really close to you. Your back will be pressed against his chest and you can feel him breathing down your neck, you might as well be sitting in his lap because he's so close.

He doesn't talk much, either. Or at all actually. If he does speak it's probably to tell someone to go away or stop touching you. But he likes listening to you. Anything you say to him, or just say in general, he'll remember even if it seems like he's not listening.

He almost thinks of you as his handler. Like you own him or control him, or like he has some sort of duty to protect you and follow your commands. If you mention that someone was annoying you today, that night while you're sleeping he'll go and kill them for you. Bucky won't follow out every command you give him, there's stuff he won't budge on when it comes to your safety. Such as he won't stop following you, and he won't let anyone touch you. You could trick him to leave you alone if you tell him to wait somewhere and then make a run for it, but after a few minutes he'll start to worry that you're in danger and go find you. And he will find you, he's trained to track people down so you won't be away from him for long. Your safety comes above everything for him, including your word, so he won't let people touch you. No matter what you say. If someone tries to touch you, you can talk him out of hurting them or killing them, by just telling him to leave it be but he still won't let them lay a hand on you.

He's not completely honest with you. There's some stuff you don't know about, like how he kills anyone he deems a threat, and how he comes into your room at night, picks the lock if he has to, just to watch you sleep, and hear you breathe. There's something about how peaceful you look, how unaware you are when you sleep that he can't get enough of. Maybe it's just that he likes seeing you safe and comfortable, maybe he just likes the idea of him having your life in his hands, the choice of whether to be your protector or your abuser. Maybe he's just happy that he found a reason to live now, a person to take care of. Either way he sits and watches you sleep, like a loyal guard dog.

You also don't know how much of a pervert Bucky is. How he lets himself into your room when you're not there, lays on your bed, getting lost in your scent. He can't help but touch himself, to grind against the mattress imagining it was you underneath him, you he was thrusting his cock into, cuming on your sheets leaving a sticky residue. He pokes around and steals a few things to add to his collection, finding your underwear drawer and jerking off again with a pair pressed against his nose before stealing a few to use later. He's so horny for you whenever he's alone he can't stop thinking about your body, he cums at least five times a day now because of you. When he wakes up he immediately rubs one out, in the shower, when he goes to bed, anytime he's alone. Remember how I said he can hear everything you do when you're in your room? He can hear you masturbate, and touches himself to the sound of you, talking to you as if you could hear him. It takes all of his will power not to just take you whenever he pleases, he thinks about it though. When he watches you while you're asleep he thinks about just having a little taste, wondering if you'd wake up if he were to slip his cock into you. When you're in the gym he thinks about pulling down your workout pants and fucking you, doesn't matter if anyone else is there. When you eat breakfast he imagines fucking your face. He's just so horny for you.

Eventually he snaps, kidnapping you and locking you away in a cabin far into the woods, finally able to act out all of his desires and keep you safe by his side <3

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Reblog to give me motivation to write more shit <33

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forever-rogue · 10 months

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from these prompts: during with steve? maybe them just having sweet soft sex, featuring steve holding reader's hand during sex because we all know he loves holding hands during sex

- @hornyhornyhimbos 🫶🏻

AN | This is just soft, soft, soft 🥺

Warnings | Language, unprotected sex [piv, oral (f receiving)]

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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“Steve,” his name fell from your lips in a breathy, soft giggle that made his heart practically burst with adoration. You felt his lips pull into a teasing smile against the soft skin of your throat. He’d pressed tender kisses all along your jaw and down your neck, making sure to leave behind a pretty lavender haze, “baby…”

“Shh,” he dragged his lips back to yours, stealing your breath and swallowing your gentle moan. You let him kiss you dizzy before he pressed his forehead against yours, “let me love on you, angel.”

“Mhmm,” you were like putty as you say in his lips, his large hands splayed on your soft, supple skin under your sweater. He was leaning against his headboard with you in your favorite spot, looking at you like you were some kind of magic, “you’re too good to me.”

“It’s only what you deserve,” he insisted, brushing his nose against yours, and inhaling softly. You pulled back for a second, taking a moment to gently remove his thin silver wire framed glasses and setting them onto his nightstand. You put a hand on his face, brushing your thumb over the apple of his cheek as you studied him. The pretty boy turned a shade of rosy pink as you looked him over.

“You’re so pretty,” you ghosted the tips of your fingers along his freckles, mapping them out like you had a million times before with your touch and your lips, “and so sweet, funny, and kind.”

The boy playfully rolled his eyes before looking away, shying away from your saccharine gaze. This time it was you that took the initiative and kissed him, softly at firstly, but slowly growing needier and hungrier. A soft sigh escaped your lips as he easily took back over, reaching for the hem of your sweater, only lifting it up once you gave him a nod of approval. He pulled the soft fabric up and took it off your body, tossing it in a heap on the floor.

His soft brown eyes widened at the sight of you in only a lacy baby pink bra, complete with little bows. He must have seen you dozens and dozens of times like this by now, but he still grew wide-eyed and soft at the sight. He trailed kisses along your shoulder and collarbones, deft hand reaching behind you to unhook your bra. You felt the soft fabric slip down your arms and made quick work of taking it off and tossing it aside.

His large hands trailed up and along your sides, gentle and reverent leaving gooseflesh in their wake as he studied you like you were some kind of art.

“You’re wearing too much, love,” you gave him a coquettish smile as you tugged on the soft fabric of his pullover. He grinned softly and whipped his shirt off in a flash before tossing it down to join your things. You bit your lip as you looked at him, all tan and freckles and soft skin and the chest hair that you loved a ridiculous amount. You trailed your fingers along his collarbone before bringing it down his sternum and settling it just above the waistband of his sweats. Leaning in, you playfully nipped at his chin before pressing your lips all over his chest, “so handsome. All mine?”

“All yours, always,” he managed to breath out as you slowly rocked your hips against his. You could feel that his was getting just as hard as you were getting wet. But you loved this, loved the sheer intimacy of being close to him and taking your sweet time to explore each other. It wasn’t just about the sex; it was about that and so much more. He gently squeezed the soft flesh on your hips before helping you to rock against him, listening to the soft, pretty little sounds that dripped from your lips, “all mine, angel?”

“Always,” your response was swallowed up by a whimper as he brought his mouth to your nipple and gently sucked on the nub before using his hand on the other one. His touch was the perfect amount of gentleness as he moaned against you. You arched into his touch as you tried to hold him as close as possible to you. He made sure to lavish both breasts with attention until your breathing was quick and uneven, “‘s good, Stevie.”

“You’re divine,” he whispered as he kissed every inch of your soft skin that he could reach. He dipped his hand to your little pajama shorts toying with the waistband until you grabbed his hand and pushed it under the soft fabric. He dragged his fingers over the soft curls covering your mound before dragging a finger through your folds, “fuck, you’re so wet.”

“‘s what you do to me,” you bit your lip, a pretty sight that he was sure would kill him one day as you tried to lean into his touch for more, “touch me, please.”

“Whatever you want,” he paused for just a moment, gently switching places with you so you were laying on the bed underneath him. You beamed at him as he pulled your shorts down, grinned when you lifted your hips eagerly to assist. His smile almost doubled when he saw that you were also wearing matching pretty pink panties. There was a bow on the front, as if you were a present just for him, “pretty, pretty little thing.”

“Stevie,” you wiggled your hips until he chuckled and took off your panties as well, throwing them into the growing pile.

He set a hand by your head, balancing himself so he could lean down to kiss you, his free hands settling between your legs. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of him finally touching you how you wanted. He kissed you while he gently circled your clit, putting just the right amount of pressure before slowly bringing a finger to entrance. You cupped the back of his neck, holding him close to you while he pushed his finger inside of you.

“Good girl,” he cooed in her ear, knowing how much you loved being praised, “so wet ‘f me.”

“More,” you whispered sweetly and he grinned wolfishly before adding a second finger, easing in slowly so you had a few moments to adjust. You couldn’t help but move your hips to get as much of that sweet pressure as you could, “‘s good, Stevie. You’re so good.”

“Always gonna take care of my girl,” he promised, pumping his fingers in and out with increasing speed as he paid delicate care to your clit, “you’re so perfect. My angel.”

You grinned at him as he kissed you softly, and you felt the warm heat building in your belly and slowly blossoming throughout the rest of your body. Before you let it snap and allowed yourself to reach that sweet high, your grabbed his wrist and made him stop, shaking your head gently.

“What’s wrong?” his eyes grew wide with concern, worried that he might have somehow hurt you, “are you okay?”

“Mhmm,” you trailed your fingers along his back, lightly scratching your nails over his warm skin, “want you inside of me. Wanna cum with you.”

“Yeah?” and he grew so soft. You still managed to make him weak, to feel like he was falling in love again and again. And perhaps he did - he fell a little bit more in love with you every day, “that’s what you want, angel?”

“Please,” you whispered against his lips, ghosting your fingers along the waistband of his sweats, “just wanna feel close to you.”

Steve leaned back for a moment, admiring the way you laid there and looked up at him in reverence. You playfully nudged his side with your foot so he would take the hint and hurry up. He grabbed your ankle before lightly tickling your leg, which caused to you squirm and giggle happily as you tried to pull out of his touch, “you’re playing dirty!”

“You’re so impatient,” he shook his tongue before deciding to show mercy and slowly set your leg down, “patience, sweet thing.”

“I’ve been patient! I waited all day for this,” you watched with eager eyes as he slid off the bed for a moment so he could slide his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them into the growing pile. You raised an eyebrow when you saw how hard he was but he just shrugged sheepishly, “Stevie.”

“Not my fault - you did this to me,” he came back over and climbed back for you, his thighs on either side of yours, “always make me so hard. Feel like a fuckin’ teenager every time.”

“Not my fault that you’re basically a horny teenager,” he scoffed dramatically before burrowing his face into the crook of your neck, peppering your skin in feather-light kisses.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he cooed in your ear, “ticklish? Want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare, Steve Harrington,” you offered him a pretty pouty that he quickly chased away with his lips causing you to sigh dreamily. You hooked your leg around his waist and tried to pull him as close to you as possible. He groaned lightly when his cock brushed against your wetness, “please.”

“Whatever you want,” he nudged his nose against yours and kissed it before grabbing his hard cock and stroking himself a few times before dragging the tip through your folds. You closed your eyes at the feeling, “yeah, you like that, huh?”

“Yes,” you breathed out softly, so softly that he almost didn’t hear it. One of his large hands found purchase on your waist, squeezing your soft flesh and he lined himself up and slowly started to push in. He was big so it always took a moment to adjust to size, and he took it nice and slow.

“Always take me so well,” he didn’t stop until he was fully buried inside of you, looking down at you with a soft smile, “your pussy feels like heaven. And it’s all mine.”

“‘m all yours,” you hummed softly, “please move, Stevie.”

He tenderly touched your face, admiring your pretty features as he slowly began to move. Steve loved fucking you any which way, but there was something he particularly adored about missionary. Probably the fact that he loved watching you, loved seeing you slowly come undone. There was something so inherently intimate about being so close and getting to be all over each other.

Steve’s hand found yours and he laced your fingers together, holding onto you gently as he continued to rut into you. He’d already worked you up so well that it wasn’t long before you were a writhing mess under him. He was entirely gentle and tender tonight, wanting to be close as he slowly crept closer to his own high.

“I love you,” his voice was so gentle as he dragged his lips across your collarbone, taking his time to work his way to your lips. You were practically glowing under his little affirmations, “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you,” you rested your hand on his cheek as you kissed him, “my sweet, wonderful Steve."

"'m not gonna last long," he breathed and you shook your head, raking your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, "angel-"

"It's okay," you promised, "me too. We're together, that's what matters."

He made a small sound of content, breathing in sync with yours, as you felt his cock twitch inside of your velvet walls. You reached down and playfully squeezed his butt, "you're trouble."

"The best trouble," you teased as he laughed softly. You could feel the onset of your release start to wash over you as your toes curled, "I can feel you, honey. It's okay, you can let go."

"I love you," you whispered, closing your eyes as you finally came and reached that high that had you seeing stars, "Steve."

He came with you, a few more lazy thrusts before he spilled inside of you. He worked you both through your orgasms, pressing tender kisses all over your body.

"Hi," you smiled, brushing his hair out of his face and watching him like he was the best thing in the world - which he obviously was.

"Hi," he slowly pulled out of you, causing you to whine slowly at the loss, "lemme clean you up."

"Nuh uh," you held onto his arm and kept him from slinking out of the bed. He raised an eyebrow in surprise as you shook your head, "just stay. Hold me, please?"

"Of course," he lifted the soft duvet so you could curl up under it. You made a soft sound as he cuddled up next to you, pulling you into his strong arms, "I mean it, you know. That I love you."

"I know," you rested your head on his chest, taking his hand and threaded your fingers through his, "you always make me feel so loved. And I love you, Steve. Forever and always."

"Forever and always."

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brooooswriting · 2 years

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was wondering if you could write wanda x reader where wanda cheats on reader and reader catches her and we’re so heartbroken and break up with wanda and then natasha finds reader crying and is there for her and when she finds out what happens she wants to beat up wanda so bad for hurting you because she has feelings for reader so her and nat start hanging out more and doing things together, nat shows reader what true love is really like flirting and compliments and being there for her, and that not everyone will hurt her and they get together in the end, wanda regrets what she did and misses reader wanting to get her back but realizes it’s too late once she sees how in love nat and reader are together now

Too late

Since you’ve joined the team you fell for Wanda and she was rather quick to like you back which is how you ended up in this position. Crying and sobbing in your old room while trying to muffle them so no one could hear them.

You’ve guessed this for a while now, Wanda wasn’t really there for you anymore, she barely touched you or anything which is why you decided to investigate and while you did think that she was cheating you’d have never believed that she’d actually cheat on you. And then with someone from the Team. Vision.

You ran away before one of them could notice you. So here you were again: in your room crying, it’s been like that since Wanda became distance and you barely talked to anyone. Except for Natasha She immediately noticed your change and made sure you’d take care of yourself.

“Miss Romanoff, it appears that miss Y/l/n is having trouble breathing due to crying” Jarvis informed her causing her to run to your room.

“Go away” was the response she got after knocking. “Y/n, hun, it’s me”, “fine, come in” Nat chuckled but opened the door and walked to your Bett where you were sitting. “What’s wrong?” The concern in her voice made you break, you were full on sobbing now causing Natasha to wrap her arms around you and press your head to her chest. You only got out a broken ‘Wanda’ which made her jaw clench.

“What did she do sweetheart?” She asked trying to cover the up the anger. “She.. she slept wi…with Vision” you cried out burying yourself deeper in her arms. “I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve any of that” she mumbled into your ear while stroking your back. At one point you fell asleep in her arms and while Natasha really wanted to savior the moment she had to get you something to eat and drink.

So she got out and went into the kitchen but she didn’t see that Wanda saw her sneaking out of your room. The witch decided to wait and see if she was coming back, which she did around 30 minutes later with food and a cup of tea. It made Wanda’s blood boil and she couldn’t contain her anger.

“Romanoff, what the fuck do you think you’re doing huh?” She said while walking closer. “I don’t think that’s any of your business” she countered causing the witch to get even more mad. “Are you sleeping with her? Is that what you’re doing?” Her eyes were now glowing red but Natasha only laughed. “That’s rich coming from you Maximoff” they were now screaming causing the other Avengers to come upstairs.

“What is going on here?” Steve asked confused. “What’s going on here is that innocent little Wanda cheated on Y/n with a fucking toaster! And now she thinks that she can control her” Natasha was still laughing while the rest of the team was confused. “That’s none of your business Widow” the witches hands were now also glowing red. “Oh it so is and I’ll make you pay for it” by now you also woke up and exited your room to see Natasha and Wanda about to kill each other.

“What the hell is going on?” You asked standing close to Natasha. “Y/n, come on. Let’s go and get away from her” Wanda commanded but you only looked at Natasha which made her even angrier. She started to walk towards the two of you causing the redhead to pull you behind her in a protective manner.

“You think you can steal my girlfriend huh?” Wanda’s magic now lifted Natasha in the air. “Wanda, you’re being delusional. We’re over. You’re with the robot and that is not Natasha’s fault so let her go” Steve took the opportunity to grab Wanda and pull her away which caused Nat to fall to the ground.

“Natty, are you okay?” You crouched down next to her. “Yeah, but I dropped your food” she grinned causing you to laugh too. “Well, how about I cook something for us?”

Sure right now wasn’t the best moment but Natasha made it better.

She always thought that Wanda didn’t treat you right and she never had a chance to do it better, until now.

So here you were, two weeks long she held you every night while you cried, made sure you ate and rewatched the 3 movies with you every day. She brought you everything that gave you comfort.

But after those two weeks she made you go outside, she trained with you and went to a cafe with you where she listened to all of your problems and complains. And for the first time in a while you felt loved and like someone really cared about you.

You always thought that she was beautiful but nothing against Wanda. But now you realized that she was even more beautiful, inside and outside.

It didn’t take much longer for it to become obvious for everyone. And one of Tony’s party was all it took.

Mostly all of the people were gone and now it was only you, Natasha, Clint, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Kate, Thor, Tony and Yelena and Tony decided it was time to play truth or dare.

“Y/n, truth or dare?” A completely drunk tony asked you and you mumbled a ‘dare’ back as you were just as drunk. “I dare you to… make out with Romanoff for at least two minutes… haha… this is one of my fantasies” Clint hit his shoulder but you only shrugged your shoulders and climbed onto the redheads lap.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to regret anything” she said noticing Wanda’s eyes on her. “Of course I want to do this, I’ve wanted to do this for a while now” you told her before pressing your lips to hers.

Sure, you’ve loved Wanda but kissing her never felt like that. It never felt so real and passionate. And while the two of you kissed Wanda’s blood started to boil, this just wasn’t fair.

After 3 minutes you broke away and when Natasha realized how drunk you truly were she decided to bring you to your room. “Come on, let’s get you to bed hun” she said taping your thighs for you to stand up but you didn’t let her go.

So she decided to just pick you up and bring you to your room. “Y/n, you gotta let me go. You should sleep” she said but you shook your head. “No, I want you to stay, please?” She just couldn’t say no to you. So she laid down next to you and you immediately laid on top of her.

The next morning you woke up with Natasha still under you and her hand tracing patterns on your back. “Good morning sleepy head” she grinned before she gave you a cup of water and medicine against your headache. “Thank you. We should probably talk about yesterday huh?” You asked and she nodded. “So do you regret it?” You could clearly hear the concern in her voice which made you chuckle. “Oh honey, I loved it and I’m so unbelievably happy to have you. You treated me like a goddess the whole time and I’d like to be with you” you were getting quieter and quieter to the point where Nat could hardly hear you. “Then why don’t we do it? I’m really falling in love with you and I want to be able to treat you right” she told you while hugging you closer.

That morning you walked into the kitchen happier than ever. The team was happy to see you like that again but it made Wanda suspicious. If she wanted you back, she’d have to act now. “Y/n, can I talk to you please?” You thought about it for a second before nodding and following her into the hallway. “How can I help you?” She walked closer to you and wrapped her hands around your waist. “I want you back, I’m sorry for what happened. I made a mistake but we were so in love, why shouldn’t we go back to there huh?” She was even closer than before.

Natasha stood at the other side of the hall fearing for your relationship even if it just started. “Wanda look, you’re happy with vision and I’m finally happy again. So no. This isn’t going to happen. Please let go of me” Wanda was shocked. You’ve never been that confident and she was sure that it was going to work.

“Maximoff, I think she said you should let her go” Natasha said as she walked closer. “Yeah, right, I’m sorry” she kissed your cheek before running off. “Did you hear everything?” You asked and Nat nodded before pulling you close to her and kissing you. “What was that for?” You asked while wrapping your arms around her neck. Her face went into the crook of your neck where she placed light kisses before mumbling an ‘because you’re mine’. This sentence made your heart melt and the small ‘right?’ That followed caused you to hug her tighter. “Yes, I am yours forever.”

#reader insert #marvel #marvel x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #brooooswriting #natasha romanoff x you #marvel x reader

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bellaramseysgf · 1 year

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Home (T.O)

Warning(s); ddlg relationship,Nicknames,the avengers being the sweetest,lowkey angry!thor,daddy kink,lots tooth rotting fluff.

Pairing(s); Daddy!Thor Odinson x Little!Reader

Summary; after not seeing thor for awhile you’re in a hurry and it results in somebody getting in trouble.

A/n; this is so close to my heart but I hope everyone enjoys it. Not proof read

“Really,sweetie you can’t see him yet!” Loki tried to explain while you ran down the hall towards the throne room. Choosing to ignore Loki and only focusing on the sound of Thor’s voice getting closer.

Thor had to go help his earth friends leaving you under the watchful eye of Loki and sif, Loki made the mistake of letting you overhear Sif say he was back. In response you took off towards where you knew he would be your socked feet running as fast as they could.

There was a reason you couldn’t see him,his earth friends came to visit but they had no clue you existed and thor just needed time to explain. The didn’t even believe he’d moved on from Jane but he had,long ago.

The pair of you met in a item shop in his village he saw you and just immediately felt something, his mom said it was true love.

“Darling!” Sif called after you as well to no avail. “Daddy daddy daddy” you repeated as you ran closer to the doors.

“So you just need to understand that I’ve hidden this for a-” Thor was in the middle of explaining when you burst inside “daddy! Daddy!!” You squealing running towards him. “Loki!” He yelled as Loki slid to a stop at the door.

You were already at Thor reaching up at him “daddy you hold?” You asked referring to you. “Of course, hi my little one” he said lifting you up you squealed hugging his neck. “Missed daddy” you said and his hand ran through your hair “I missed you too honey”

“Daddy?” Tony asked “honey?” Steve asked you only then realized the group of people stood infront of you both. Meanwhile all thor was doing was staring daggers at his brother and Sif. “She’s a fast little thing what was I meant to do!” Loki argued. “Use your powers?” Thor offered and Loki went to argue but got quiet. “Oh…yeah, forgot about those in the moment” Thor shook his head.

“Hello! Who is this?” Nat asked pulling the two men from their bickering “uhm” Thor looked between his friends and you. “Daddy? Wan down!” Thor complied and sat you down.

Thor immediately turn to his brother “are you crazy? What if they react badly!” Loki shrugged “I’m gonna actually kill you” Loki scoffed “I’d like to see you try” Thor picked Loki up by his collar “oh. Look at that” Loki said his feet dangling.

Thors attention was drawn away when he heard you squealing, he turned to see nat and Tony tickling you “ahhh! Dada! Help!!” You said between giggles. Thor sat Loki down and walked over “what is going on?”

“So, you have a girlfriend” Bucky said with a shrug “she’s cute, I’m gonna steal her” Tony said and you squealed “nooo!” You rand to hide behind thor “I’m only for daddy!” Thor smiled. He sat his hand on your head “yes you are” he agreed “so you guys aren’t weirded out?” He asked. “No, I’ve dated littles before” Tony said “so have I” nat said “and we are willing to learn” cap said pointing to him and Bucky.

Thor nodded “okay, thank you” he said and lifted you up “now, tell me all about your week baby”

#thor odinson x you #thor x reader #thor odison imagine #thor odinson x y/n #thor fluff #thor odinson x reader #thor of asgard #daddy!thor x little!reader #daddy!thor odinson #thor x y/n #little reader

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cherripieee · 9 months

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Bloodlust - Eddie Munson x fem!vampire!reader

Part 1 - 'Teeth'

Eddie comes over for your usual movie night and after a night of confessions, Eddie tells you a secret, a dirty fantasy he has about a familiar creature.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i've had this one in the drafts almost ALL SUMMER so i hope you guys enjoy! i had a fun time making this even though my writer's block made me change the format four fucking times-

warnings: reader is a vampire, 2nd person pov for this chapter, blood, biting, mentions of biting kink/fang kink, cursing

The end of another hot summer day is approaching, and you couldn’t be happier. Heat drags on the days with exhaustion and complete boredom, a scorching sun pairs along with the unbearable weather. Luckily, the sun begins to retire for the day and dusk is upon the sky. Not only are you glad that the weather gets cooler at night, but you’re also glad that your movie night with your best friend is happening tonight. Even though your movie nights happen almost every summer night, the two of you hadn’t planned one in almost two weeks. Responsibilities caught up to him and you couldn’t be mad at him for it. So, after a while, the two of you decided to get back on track with your hangouts.

You’re actually relieved that he decided to go after his responsibilities. During those days, you had things to attend to. Those things included your urges and your hunger. No, not for food. For blood. You hadn’t tasted a drop of blood in months and your senses started to warn you about the consequences of not taking care of yourself. As a vampire, you knew you needed blood. But living in a small town like this made it hard to hunt for prey and get away with it. And no, you couldn’t just devour a helpless rabbit. You needed human blood, no other exceptions. Well, that was how your senses worked. It was either humans, or no food at all.

So, you did what you had to do. One late night, you were walking around the neighborhood and a whiff of something delicious caught your attention. That scent had led you down the street, and now the cause of that whiff was right in front of you. In an alleyway, a guy has a woman pressed up against a wall. His lips are on her neck, from here you can see the woman tugging at the guy’s hair. Unrelated to the situation, this guy seriously had some great hair. You wanted to walk away and let the couple be, but that whiff got the better of you. You got closer.

“Mmh, oh, Steve…”

…Steve? Where have you heard that name before?

Shaking off your thoughts, you stealthily sneaked behind the guy and peeked over his shoulder. Your back hits the brick wall, and now you’re just staring directly at the couple. Your senses are overwhelming, but you are used to it. Right on time, the woman opens her eyes. They squint at your dark figure for a moment.

“What’s wrong, baby? Why’d you stop?” Steve asked, his words coming out breathless and raspy. The woman’s face twists into a look of pure horror as your eyes are now a piercing red. This was just step one.

“It’s getting late…” The woman slowly unravels herself from Steve’s touch, stealing glances at the brick wall from where you’re watching. Your anticipation builds, igniting a feeling of butterflies deep down in your stomach. You can smell his scent and it smells amazing, it smells hot, and you even smell some sort of cologne. That’ll make the taste even better, you thought to yourself. “...I’ll call you!”

Before the guy could even protest, she’s already off and speed-walking into another direction. You felt bad for interrupting their little interaction, but this guy smelled so damn good. Once you can’t hear the clicks of her heels hitting the ground, you know she’s long gone. You’re staring at Steve’s backside, running your tongue over your teeth. Sure enough, your fangs had come out just by the scent of him. That’s how you knew that this was gonna be good. Or you were just hungry. I mean, you hadn’t had any real food in a few months.

“Fuck.” Steve mutters under his breath, catching your interest. Shouldn’t he be walking away? As of right now, usually the person would try to walk out until you stopped them and feasted on their blood. But he’s just standing there, looking down.

No biggie, this just made things even easier for you.

You carefully walked up to him, not even sure if you were controlling your own body or if it was your senses taking over. With every step, you felt yourself tapping more into your natural instincts. You didn’t care if he screamed, you just wanted a taste. You didn’t care if it got messy, you just NEEDED his skin against your teeth.

As Steve begins to move, you pounce on him. You grip his shoulders and push him down to his knees, earning a yelp from him. “HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” He screams, but you could care less about his threats. Licking your lips, you press your lips to the curve of his neck and trace your tongue around his skin until you find your favorite spot. Your favorite spot on a person was always the area a few inches below the ear. All vampires had a preference, or some just took whatever you could get. You, however, were a mix of both. He’s trying to fight back, you can tell. He’s wiggling around and screaming at you, and for help. He looked so helpless and that just heightened the feelings of your senses.

“What the-” Were the last two words you heard as you sunk your fangs down into his skin, flavor bursting on your tongue. Just as you suspected, he tastes good. There’s blood streaming from your mouth and dribbling down to the back of his orange sweatshirt. Fuck, this is exactly what you needed. You gulp down each and every drop you can get, your nails sinking down into his sweater. Your senses had completely taken over and the only thing on your mind was: hunger. Steve’s quieted down, his eyes drooping low, and his energy suddenly drains. Unfortunately, you can’t keep at this for as long as you wanted to. You wanted a meal, but you weren’t a killer. You reluctantly pull away, red liquid drips from your fangs and onto his skin.

Releasing your grip on him, the poor guy drops down to the floor on his back. He’s not exactly unconscious yet, but he’s getting there. He’s staring up at you with his eyes fluttering closed. You stay there and make sure his eyes are closed before wiping your mouth and heading out of the alleyway. Now, your hunger would be satiated for the next couple of months.

…wait. WAS THAT STEVE HARRINGTON?!

And now you’re here, at home setting up the living room for your movie night with your bestie.

You cleaned up earlier and set up the area, he was going to bring the snacks. Snacks in his terms meant: beer, store bought chocolate chip cookies, a huge tub of vanilla ice cream, and more beer. So basically, you were always the one to have all the goods.

There’s one large blanket draped over your couch, the one that you and him share on nights like these. He’s a HUGE blanket hog, but you don’t mind it. Even if that means that you have to freeze your ass off to make sure that he feels safe and comfortable in your home. He deserves it, he deserves everything. If it wasn’t clear enough, you were definitely crushing hard on your best friend. As much as you tried to deny it, you simply couldn’t. You’re in love with this man and obsessed with everything he does. Unfortunately, only being best buddies would have to do for now.

About a half hour later than he was supposed to arrive, the door knocks. This was typical of him, so you weren’t bothered. After taking one last glance around the area and collecting yourself, you rush over to the door. You open it, and there he is. Your best friend, Eddie Munson.

His head of curls is tied back into a ponytail, his brown doe eyes are soft as he gives you his signature warm smile. It almost makes you wanna sink your teeth into his face because he’s so damn cute…in a good way.

“Sweetheart.”

You give him a smile back, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah?”

“...I forgot the beer.”

Curled up together, thighs against his thighs and your head rests against his shoulder. You lived for this. Moments like these were the ones you savored because you knew that one day, Eddie would find someone else. He would find someone else to cuddle with and hangout with one day, and it wouldn’t be you. You wanted it to be, but…things don’t work out. Your last boyfriend got a glimpse of your fangs, and he asked you about it, so you came clean…let’s just say that he’s the sole reason why you moved to Hawkins.

Part of you feels bad for not telling Eddie about your secret, he’s your best friend for God’s sake! But you promised your parents that you would be careful. And if you pissed them off, you’d be sent right back home. Even though you’re a grown adult, your parents had the last say in everything.

Eddie’s chomping away at the brownies you made him and watching the movie peacefully, his fingertips gently caress your forearm. In that moment, you prayed that his touch didn’t leave a trail of goosebumps. As you thought that, you felt a pleasant shiver roll down your arm. You’re about to excuse yourself to the bathroom to cool off until Eddie sits up.

He grabs the remote and turns off the tv which stops you from bolting to the bathroom, instead giving him a curious look.

“Didn’t like the movie?” You asked, looking up at him.

Eddie shakes his head, his head of curls whipping him right in the face. You try to hold back your laughter as he brushes it out of his face, and it’s the most awkward yet cutest thing you’ve ever seen. His ringed fingers go through his hair while he gives you that warm smile that he only saves for his closest friends. This guy didn’t know how pretty he actually was.

“Nah, it’s not that.” He replied, setting the tv remote on the table next to the couch the two of you were sitting on. “It’s been a while since we had one of these, I figured we could catch up.”

Your heart melts.

That should be the bare minimum of having a best friend, catching up with each other every second you got and checking up on each other. But you felt so helpless when it came to your feelings for Eddie.

“Alright.” You simply replied. “Let’s catch up.”

Eddie then fills you in on what’s been going on. There’s some girl (you already hate her) and apparently, she stood him up on his date to go and hook up with some guy in an alleyway.

“Who was it?!” You asked.

Eddie chomps on another brownie, giving you a smirk. “Steve Harrington, who else would it be?”

…that’s ironic.

You had caught Steve Harrington making out with some girl in an alleyway the night you attacked him.

Oh.

Your face flushes with embarrassment and you sink down into the couch, hiding your blush with a pillow. Thankfully, Eddie doesn't notice, and he continues talking.

"And weirdly enough, he got attacked by something almost right after." He added.

The fact that the "something" he was talking about was YOU made you feel bad, but you were lowkey happy because you got to hurt someone that hurt Eddie.

"What did he get attacked by?" You asked, acting as clueless as you can.

Eddie shrugged, brushing a few brownie crumbs from his shirt and onto the floor which you'll sweep up later.

"Well, I talked to Steve earlier today when I stopped by Family Video, and he had a bandage on his neck. He told me the last thing he remembered was seeing a pair of red eyes." He explained.

That's what most people usually remember when they get bit by a vampire. It's either a pair of red eyes or a dark figure. If they noticed anything else, you clearly did something wrong. If you aren't careful enough, you could end up getting yourself hurt...or even killed.

You're always careful.

"What do you think attacked him?" You asked, curiously.

Eddie was lost in thought for a moment, his ringed fingers tapping against the arm of the couch. This action made you sit up straight, holding the pillow in your lap.

What was he not telling you?

As his best friend, you knew the signs of when Eddie was hiding something.

His chocolate brown eyes are gazing down at his fingers, sometimes stealing a glance at the black screen of the television.

His other hand is fidgeting with the fabric of a white fluffy pillow, picking at the fur.

"...Eddie?"

The sound of your voice startles him as he looks up, giving you a sheepish look. "Sorry, lost in thought."

Eddie lets out the world's longest and dramatic sigh, his head falling into your lap as he looks up at you. Why did he have to be so damn cute?!

"You're so dramatic." You say, ruffling his hair a bit.

"And you love it." He retorts quickly, flashing you a cheeky grin.

"And I love you, Eddie Munson." is what you want to say, but you can't.

Instead of that, you simply roll your eyes and push him off of you. He lands on the ground with a soft thud, bringing the whole blanket down with him.

"Hey! I bought that blanket, y'know."

Eddie laughs, covering himself with the blanket. He wraps it around his whole body while keeping his eyes on you, that same cheeky grin stays on his face. "Come and get it."

You immediately rush down to the floor, trying to rip the blanket from his grasp. Eddie's surprisingly very strong, despite his lanky form. But your vampire strength gives you an advantage. The bad news is that if you went too hard, let's just say that you would actually rip the blanket.

The two of you play around for a bit, smiling, laughing and teasing each other before laying on the floor in a heap of breathy giggles. Your legs are tangled together, and the blanket is thrown somewhere around the two of you.

The silence is comfortable and content.

The moment was calm and quiet.

"...I think a vampire attacked Steve."

...never mind.

“Vampire?” You said, trying to sound as clueless as possible.

“Yeah, I mean, what else could it be? Plus, with all the shit we’ve been through, we shouldn’t rule it out too quickly.” Eddie explained.

You nodded along to his words, even though there was a pit forming in your stomach, filled with nervousness and dread.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, absorbing the quietness. Hawkins was pretty peaceful at this time of night. You could hear the faint noises of cars passing by, but that was all the noise you could hear. Just as you’re about to close your eyes, you hear something.

Something out of Eddie’s mouth that makes your eyes go wide.

“Do ya think that getting bit by a vampire would feel good?”

…woah.

You sit up immediately, tilting your head to the side and giving him a confused look.

“Uh, no? It probably hurts like hell.”

Another moment of silence forms, and this time you’re not calm. You’re conflicted, confused yet curious all at the same time. Was Eddie into vampires? Everyone in Hawkins knew that Eddie was a freak, liking things that no other person would. But, honestly, having a biting kink was completely fine and normal.

But having a thing for VAMPIRES?

…it’s a problem considering the fact that YOU’RE a vampire.

You snap out of your thoughts, hearing a little rant from Eddie as he makes wild and dramatic gestures with his hands.

“But that’s the thing, would it hurt so bad that it would feel good? Imagine the mark it would leave afterwards, sweetheart. Did you not see Steve’s bandage? That shit was big.”

You can only reply by hitting him with a nearby pillow, earning a yelp and a glare from your best friend.

“Alright, you little masochist, it’s time for you to skedaddle.”

Usually Eddie would spend the night, but you can’t face him after what he had just said. You didn’t know if you could even control yourself from giving into his desires…and your own.

Eddie raises his hands in mock defense, getting up and grabbing his leather jacket from the back of the couch. He’s smiling, as if he hadn’t just told you that he wanted a vampire to bite into his skin and leave a mark.

You walk him to the door, as you always do, with your arms crossed and the chilly Hawkin’s air hits you almost immediately as you step outside. It’s a great way to cool off, especially after tonight.

Eddie pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you.

His scent.

His fucking scent.

You close your eyes and lean into him, getting a whiff of his smell. This was definitely weird, but you couldn’t help it. Part of you wants to know what he tastes like, what he feels like…

…but you won’t ever know.

Clearing your throat, you break away from his embrace and watch him get into his car, giving him one final wave as he drives away in his truck. You can already hear the loud rock music slowly fading away in the distance.

“...fuck.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson story #eddie munson stranger things #vampire reader #vampire girl #fangs #imagines #eddie munson imagine #bloodlust #part one #eddieeddieeddie #vampire aesthetic #gabriela #gxbby #mwah

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katethewriter · 2 years

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Welcome to the Team!

from the series New Kid

Summary: After a chance encounter, the Avengers recruit a new kid to join the team.

Words: 3.2k~

Warnings: stealing, Tony is kinda mean, they're all kinda standoffish, they just don't know how to feel about it yet, as always let me know if I need to add

“HEY!” a storekeeper rushes out the front door of his shop, “thief!” He looks both ways down the street before pointing to a child, no older than 12, walking alone down the street, “STOP HER!”

Instantly, the child begins to run, making sure none of the snacks hidden in her jacket pockets slip out. She bobs and weaves through the crowded sidewalk, trying to get to the end of the block as soon as possible. Of course, she had to pick a shop on the longest block in the city today.

Footsteps pick up behind her, and she chances a quick glance over shoulder. A police officer is now quickly following after her. She picks her pace up to a sprint.

Turning back around, she nearly runs into a pedestrian. The near collision makes her stop for a moment, looking up at the tall man with an eye patch.

The footsteps behind her get louder, so she quickly resumes her course. Running as fast as she can to the block end with the officer close behind.

The officer loses sight of the girl as she quickly rounds the corner of the building. He pushes to follow suit. He turns down the new street but stops almost immediately.

This street is far less crowded than the other. Yet amongst the handful of people walking down the block,

…the girl is nowhere to be seen.

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Everyone in the room sits up in their seats, focusing harder on the screen in front of them. They had been called to the conference room for a briefing. A briefing for what, none of them knew… until now.

“Wait, where did the kid go?” Steve asks.

“Are you sure these two camera feeds are synced?” Tony lifts a questioning eye in the director’s direction.

Unimpressed, Fury looks to Maria Hill standing behind with a tablet in her hands. She begins typing on the pad as he speaks, “if you’re done questioning my competence, perhaps you would like to see both angles at the same time.”

The large screen at the front of the room now displays two videos, security camera footage of both blocks on the corner. The two videos play at the same time, and the team watches again.

The footage on the left shows the child wearing a baggy black jacket running from the officer. The exact moment she rounds the corner of the building, the footage on the right shows a woman turning onto the new street. She quickly unzips and removes a black jacket exactly like the child was wearing.

By the time the office has disappeared from one view to appear on the other, the young woman has tied the jacket around her waist leaving her in a bright red t-shirt. She continues down the street at a leisurely stroll and pays no attention to the confused officer behind her.

“That woman is the child,” Natasha concludes for them. Fury nods in response.

Clint sits back in his seat again, “so what is she? An enhanced?”

“A shapeshifter,” Bruce states.

Fury shakes his head, “no, I’ve had some experience with her kind. They’re called Skrulls. Shapeshifting extraterrestrials who at one point attempted to seek refuge on our planet when they were being hunted.” He pulls out a chair and sits casually looking to the team, “Captain Marvel and I helped defeat their enemies. She took them to find a new home planet, seems like one or two may have been left behind or are seeking refuge again.”

“Ok, why haven’t you just brought her in?”

The director sighs, “she’s too slippery.”

“She knows where to shift and the perfect time to do it,” Maria says, “down to the millisecond.” She nods to the screen as evidence of this. “We’ve been following her for a few weeks, and this is the first time we’ve been able to definitively get her on video.”

“She does this often?” Clint asks nodding his head towards the screen. In the video, the girl was being chased for stealing a bag of food from a food truck. “Stealing?”

Fury chuckles, “first time I saw her, she was running after swiping a few snacks from a convenient store.”

“Forgive me,” Tony speaks up, “but isn’t petty theft a little below our pay grade?”

Fury is quick to respond, “She’s only ever stolen food up until now, so-“

“So, she steals to survive.” Wanda interrupts. All eyes turn to her.

Sam tilts his head, “not to mention she is a literal alien. Didn’t you guys fight like a million of them a few years back?”

A silence falls over the room as they all ponder what to do with this otherworldly individual.

Steve is the one to finally speak up, “so we bring her in. If she’s alone or needs help, who better than us?”

After a moment of silence, the rest of the team one by one nodded their heads in agreement.

“Good,” Fury claps his hands together sarcastically, “now that we are all on the same page, let’s get started.”

The team all stands in wait, each in their position. They’ve followed this girl around for hours, just waiting for her to finally enter a store. It’s taken a while, but she finally enters a little burger joint equal distance from both ends of the block.

They sit outside for about 10 minutes, before the door of the shop opens and the girl walks out calmly, but quickly.

“She’s on the move,” Sam reports from the rooftop.

Steve stands from the table he was positioned at and follows the girl down the street, “in pursuit.”

“In position,” Natasha says from where she waits just around the corner.

They’re halfway to the end of the block when the shop doors open again. This time with a worker bursting onto the street. “You have to pay for that!” he yells at the retreating girl. He runs after her, “Stop!”

The child picks up her pace, quickly approaching her turn. She’s completely unaware of the super soldier that is hot on her heels.

She rounds the corner shifting into a woman in her early 20’s. Before she has a chance to remove her jacket as usual, someone quickly links arms with her. She turns to find a red head woman walking casually beside her.

The girl turns behind her to see the worker that was following her has caught up. He turns on the street corner and is looking around for the child. Whatever this red headed stranger wants, she has to play along for now.

The two walk arm and arm down the street. The red head talks, but the girl is not paying attention. She is more worried about the worker that is now asking others on the street if they’ve seen a child matching her previous description.

The girl glances back to see the store worker has given up and walked back to the shop. She sighs and can now turn her attention to the stranger that has just grabbed her arm.

“So, I was thinking you should come out with me tomorrow night,” Natasha smiles and playfully bumps shoulders with the Skrull, “then I can finally introduce you to my friend Steve.”

“Who are you?” She pulls her arm from the redhead’s grasp and steps away, “… and who is Steve?”

“That’d be me,” a blonde man speaks from behind her, “neat trick.”

The girl instantly recognizes him as Captain America, even dressed in street clothes. She turns back to the woman who grabbed her arm and mentally slaps herself. How could she not recognize the Black Widow?

“What do you want with me?” she asks wearily.

“Right now, we just wanna talk,” Natasha reassured her.

Iron Man touches down on the sidewalk beside the group, “uh oh, looks like someone is grounded.”

“Why don’t we start with your name?” Steve asks after an awkward silence.

They had brought the Skrull with them back to the compound promising they only wanted to talk. They all settled down in the common area. The team is scattered across the room, sitting at the table or on the couch, while the stranger stands unsurely in the middle of the room.

“Y/n,” she says, “Y/n Y/L/n.” A few of them nod, and she waits for their next question.

“So, you’re an alien,” Tony spits out, ever the one for subtlety.

Y/n furrows her brow, “what?”

“What he means is,” a voice comes from the doorway. Nick Fury enters the room. He looks familiar to Y/n, but she can’t seem to place it. “You’re a skrull.”

Confused, Y/n looks between everyone in the room. Most she recognizes. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, she thinks that’s the guy who shoots the bow and arrows, Wanda Maximoff, and a few others she can’t place.

“What’s a skrull?”

“An alien,” Sam speaks up, “a shapeshifting alien-”

Y/n shakes her head, “I’m not an alien.”

“See that’s funny to me,” Fury tilts his head, “I’ve never met a person who can change shapes like you did on that street, excluding Loki and big guy over there.” He subtly points at Bruce who cringes slightly. “You know who I have met though? Skrulls. And plenty of them. They had a neat little trick like you-“

“I’m not a skrull. I’m just a….” her words trail off as her mind wanders off without her.

Is there even a word to describe what she is? She’s definitely not an alien. Shapeshifting isn’t exactly the correct term either. There’s not a name for what she can do. She’s never talked about it, so she’s never thought of something to call it.

While she pauses, the team glance at each other curiously. “You’re a….?” Tony prompts.

Y/n looks up suddenly, startled out of deep thought.

“A person…” she answers timidly and shrugs, “I’m just a person.”

They all sport unimpressed looks, and it spikes anxiety within her. She has no idea what to do if they don’t believe her. “I’m not Loki. I’m not an alien. I’ve never been to space. I used to live upstate. I’ve never even left New York. I’m not-“

“Ok,” Wanda stops her before her anxious ramble before she can work herself into a panic. The witch can feel the discomfort rolling off the woman not much younger than her, even when she is trying so hard not to. “You’re not an alien.”

“But we’ve seen you as a kid and an adult so…” Natasha crosses her arms, “you’re not just a person. You’re enhanced? A shapeshifter of some kind?”

“Sort of,” Y/n nervously looks around the room, “it’s hard to explain.” In truth, she’s never explained it before, never told anyone about what she can do.

The widow sits up in her chair with a raised eyebrow. She motions her hand towards Steve and Bucky, “those two were born in 1918-“

“I was born in 17,” Bucky corrects, “he was born in 18.”

“Still both older than dirt,” Natasha then tilts her head in Wanda’s direction, “she can read minds because she touched a blue box, that one turns green if someone pisses him off, we have a space-god on speed dial, and even with all of that in our favor, we still keep bow and arrows over here on the team for some reason.” She jokingly smirks at Clint. The widow looks back at Y/n, “try us.”

The young woman shifts on her feet, “I’m not a shapeshifter in the way that you are probably thinking. I can’t turn into whatever I want. I can only shift into myself at younger ages. That’s why you saw me as a kid; it’s all I can do.”

“How old are you really?” Fury asks.

“22,” Y/n responds.

“and back on the street?”

“Still 22,” she fights the urge to roll her eyes. “I looked about 13, but I’m still 22,” she insists. Rapidly, she has to field questions from all directions of the room.

“You can only turn into a kid?” Sam asks, and Y/n nods.

“At any age?” Bruce asks next.

Y/n turns to face his direction, “yes, any age younger than this.”

Steve nods in understanding, “and you can control it? What age you become?”

“It depends-“

“On?” Fury counters.

“A few things,” she elaborates, “its heavily tied to my emotions, so if I’m tired or upset I have less control. It takes practice… kind of. I have to drop regularly to all ages. Its like recharging a battery or recalibrating a device. As long as I’ve dropped like I needed to, I can choose the age.”

“Drop?” Wanda asks softly.

Y/n shrugs, “its just the word I use for when I turn small. How long I spend little affects my chances to grow up back to 22 on command.”

“Do you have a job?” Fury asks.

The abrupt subject change takes her back a moment. Then a blush fills her cheeks at the prospect of having this kind of conversation in front of strangers, “no.”

“Why?”

“It’s hard to keep a job when you spend most of your time as a child.”

The director nods, “do you want one?”

All attention turns to Fury immediately.

“Wait you want her on the team?”

“She’s a kid,” Wanda insists.

Y/n sighs and mumbles, “I’m not a kid.”

No one hears her as they continue their discussion of her and abilities.

“Kids are small,” Bruce reasons, “she could fit in places we can’t.”

“Plus she can disappear in a crowd almost as well as me,” Nat reasons, “she’s already proved that.”

“Does she even know how to fight?” Bucky asks.

They continue on in this way until Y/n has had enough.

“Could you stop talking about me like I’m not right here?!”

The room is silent enough to hear a pin drop. The team of heroes all glance at her apologetically.

Y/n takes a deep breath and decides to break the silence herself this time. “There’s a catch…” her voice is clearly nervous, “…to my powers. Whatever age I drop to, so does my mind.”

“So earlier today,” Clint asks, “you forgot everything that’s happened between now and when you were 13?”

“No,” she sighs and tries to think of a better way to word this. “I still remember everything I know now. I just see it through a child’s lense…….. I told you its hard to explain.”

While the rest of the team is in their heads trying to wrap their minds around this oddly specific and a little bizarre power, Tony has reached his limit.

“So you’re a literal child?” he asks, but he’s not looking for an answer. “Come on guys, we can’t have a child on the team. We shouldn’t even have her in this building-“

Fury interrupts his rant, “that’s not your decision, Stark.”

The billionaire sits up in his seat, “it’s a safety hazard! Besides, this is my building. It was Stark Tower before it was the Avenger Compound.”

“It may be your building, but this is my team,” the director tries to shut him down in a way that Tony knows there is no use in arguing his point further.

But when has Tony ever given up easy?

“We can not have her here,” he insists, “us, every single one of us are way to busy to be babysitting-“

“I can take care of myself.” Once again, everyone’s attention snaps to her, “I’ve been taking care of myself for years. So trust me, I won’t be needing any babysitting.”

“That settles that,” Fury then returns his full attention to the newcomer, “so Y/n, what do you say?”

All eyes turn to her awaiting her response.

She ponders for a moment. It doesn’t take her very long to decide seeing as she doesn’t have that much to go back to. She doesn’t trust her voice, and she definitely doesn’t want to sound unsteady right now. The moment she agrees to join the Avengers. So, she just nods once.

The corner of Fury’s lip tick up into a smirk, “alright then. You’re training starts tomorrow. Someone show her around the compound and to her room. I’ll be in my office if you need me, so don’t need me.”

With that the director stands and exits the common area. Y/n turns her attention back to her new teammates. Yet another awkward silence falls over the group.

“Question,” Sam says eventually, “so you can control the age you drop to right?”

Y/n really doesn’t feel like explaining the whole thing again, so she just nods.

“If I just gave you an age at random, you could drop to it?”

She hasn’t dropped as much as she should have this past week, but it was enough for her to control her drop on the street today. It should still be enough now.

Y/n nods again.

“10,” he challenges.

She looks around and finds the team looking at her expectantly. They want to see exactly what you can do. Their eyes go wide as the woman shrinks and de-ages in front of their eyes. They see her shift from age to age in backwards succession until she settles into a child. It’s like someone hit rewind on her body.

Y/n stands before them as a young version of herself. She’s a little small for 10, but she’s always been smaller than average. Her face is smaller, and her hair is a bit longer. They can easily tell that it is still her, but she’s still looks so different. The only thing that remained exactly the same are her eyes and her clothes. The t-shirt meant for adults hangs loose on her body. Her sweatpants are barely staying on her hips thanks to some good elastic in the waistband, yet they are much much baggier than before.

“Its not exact, if I’m off its usually within a year’s range of the target at most.”

“17,” Tony asks this time.

They watch impressed as she grows, gradually going through each age until she stops at a late teenager. She doesn’t look all that much different than she does at her true age, but she’s clearly younger.

Natasha tilts her head, “what about 13?”

Again, Y/n drops in age, shrinking into a preteen. Its almost a perfect middle between the younger and older ages they just asked her to shift to.

She wonders how many of these they are gonna make her do today, but before anyone can give her another age, there are footsteps approaching from outside the room.

They all look to the door in time to see Peter walk in with his backpack over his shoulder and headphones in his ears. He looks up from his phone and takes in the room. Rare is it that everyone is gathered in one location when he gets back from school. Usually someone is in the gym or the lab or on a mission. Something must be up.

As he scans the room, Peter’s eyes land on the girl wearing clothes way too big for her standing in the middle of the room. His mouth curls into a smile.

“Hey, who’s the new kid?” he asks happily.

Y/n clenches her small jaw. “I’m not a kid,” she says, but no one seems to hear it.

“This is Y/n,” Wanda says, “she’s joining the team. Y/n this is Peter… Spiderman.”

“Oh hey,” the 16 year old’s smile grows impossibly wider, “this is awesome! I’m finally not the youngest person on the team-“

“I’m older than you,” the girl quips.

Peter furrows his brow, “you’re like 12.”

Quickly, Y/n grows up, returning to her true age, “I’m 22.”

The boy’s eyes go wide as he watches the transition, “woah……. That was so cool.”

The team chuckles, throwing amused smirks to each other.

Clint stands and begins to exit the room. He stops by Y/n and pats her shoulder. There’s a playful glint in his eyes.

“Welcome to the team, New Kid.”

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A/N: Now for the fun part! One by one she’s gonna win them all over until she has a new family full of people who would do anything for her. I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think! I love to hear from y’all ❤️ -k

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Hey Zainab! taking this moment for a second to just say I see you around and I think you're cool. Anyways, for the SamBucky ask - either: 👔 Zipping or Buttoning His Jacket for/Putting a Tie on Him or 💥 A Surprise Encounter please

Hi, Mexi! That's so kind of you to say! I think you're super cool, too! Also both of these were such great options that it took FOREVER for me to choose--thanks for sending them in!

👔 Zipping or Buttoning His Jacket for/Putting a Tie on Him

Sam’s been an Avenger for six months, and he’s still not used to the glamor of it all. Yeah, there are days when an EMP fries his wings and he finds himself parachuting straight into a swamp, but then there are nights like this, where they get put up in an opulent hotel and invited to a gala as thanks for foiling a kidnapping plot against the Governor of Gibraltar.

The wind on the water reminds Sam of home, so he’s got the sliding door to the balcony open, the smell of sunshine blowing into his suite along with the breeze. He takes little peeks at the sunset while he gets ready, crisply ironing his shirt and adjusting his cufflinks—little silver crawdads, a present from Sarah on his birthday a few years ago—before contending with his tie.

Normally it would be a snap; a lifetime of doing his tie for church every Sunday meant that a half-Windsor knot had been muscle memory for years now. At some point during today’s rescue mission, though, Sam had managed to hurt his right hand enough that it’s a lot slower going than it should be, and trying to make his left hand do what his right hand should is just making his brain hurt.

He’s distracted, restarting the knot for the third time when he hears a noise on his balcony and whips around. His gun is on the other side of the bedroom, locked up with the rest of his gear, but Sam’s always got a knife within reach, and he’s throwing it at the figure in the doorway before they’ve even resolved into anything more than shadow.

When the person easily catches it, it’s with the sound of metal clinking against metal, and Sam feels the tension immediately leave his body.

“Turning your back on an unlocked door?” asks Bucky, sounding entirely too smug. “What are they even teaching you up at Stark’s fancy compound?”

“How to draw annoying cyborgs to your hotel suite, apparently,” says Sam, and very deliberately turns his back to Bucky as he starts in on his tie again.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted me in your bedroom, all you had to do was ask,” says Bucky. Sam doesn’t need to look in the mirror to know that he’s smirking.

“Apparently, I didn’t even have to do that,” he shoots back. He’s not sure if he imagines the way that Bucky’s neck flushes behind him. Sam means to say something else teasing, in part because it usually seems like Bucky could use the laugh, but then he realizes he’s looped the tie the wrong way around again and yanks it loose for a fourth time, mumbling an expletive as he does.

“The hell are you even doing, Wilson; how’d you get this far without learning to tie a tie?”

Sam holds up his bandaged right hand in response, and Bucky tuts disapprovingly. He’s by Sam’s side in three paces, huffing as he turns Sam by the shoulder.

“Some team leader Rogers is,” Bucky mutters, grabbing the ends of Sam’s tie and smoothing them out. “Doesn’t he know that—”

Bucky cuts himself off, finally seeming to realize that he’s got his hands on Sam, in closer proximity than the two of them have ever been. Sam watches as Bucky’s eyes come up to meet his, then drop back down to his grip on Sam’s tie.

A grimace flickers across his face, and he starts to pull his hands away, but Sam settles his own hands on top of Bucky’s.

“What?” he asks, with a grin that he hopes is encouraging. “You’re gonna let me go out there looking all scruffy? Leave me hanging so Steve can steal the spotlight?”

The tightness in Bucky’s jaw eases just a bit. He breathes in once, twice, thrice before looking up at Sam again. There’s a question in his eyes that Sam hopes is answered when he nods.

Half a beat later, Bucky is smoothing out the ends of the tie again and working on a knot, focused enough on his task that Sam can take the opportunity to study him: the dark fringe of his eyelashes, the slight curl of his hair in the sea air. There’s an almost-healed cut by his lip that Sam wants to ask about, and dark circles like bruises that he knows not to bring up.

He’s so distracted cataloguing the changes on Bucky’s face that he doesn’t realize that the tie has already been tied, not until Bucky smoothes it out one last time.

“There,” he says, bringing his hands back down and stepping away from Sam. “Now you’re not such a disgrace to whoever taught you to tie one of those.”

Sam snorts, shaking his head. “I’m sure my daddy would be thrilled to know you protected his legacy.”

He gets a small smile for that in return, just the barest lift at the corner of Bucky’s mouth, but much more real than the teasing smirk from before. It makes warmth thrum through Sam’s veins.

“Thanks for the help, Barnes.”

“Anytime,” says Bucky, and makes for the balcony again.

Sam knows better than to try to keep him where he is, and this is more of a goodbye than he usually gets, so he’s surprised to hear Bucky say his name from the doorway as he turns to put on his dinner jacket.

“Hey, Wilson?”

“Yeah?”

“Tie or no tie, nobody else has got a shot at that spotlight with you around.”

Sam feels his jaw drop, but Bucky’s gone before he can even turn around, the balcony door clicking shut behind him.

#sambucky #thatmexisaurusrex #zainab does ask meme things #idk what this is y'all it just happened #'ficlet' is a state of mind okay #my fic

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Serial

Title: Serial.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Rating: Mature.

Word count: 596 words.

Warnings: Mention of murders, mention of serial killer.

Summary: Brock is a suspect.

A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-flash, Annie-3002 & square 10:

"The Butcher"

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You grimaced when you saw the note in the newspaper; they were still reporting on the criminal called "The Butcher.".

“This is bad, Brock, very bad," you commented, putting the paper aside.

“They're diverting attention a bit."

“They're putting all the attention on you."

“You know they're wrong... You know they're wrong."

“Precisely, if they suspect you, they can get to the truth." You put a finger on his chest.

Things weren't supposed to go that way; maybe they should plan something different.

Again, yet another body was found. What was going on? How was it possible that no one had seen anything or that any cameras caught anything of what had happened?

Steve kept saying that Brock was responsible for what was happening, probably as revenge for what had happened.

He continued to insist until he convinced the whole team, and they began to plan how to catch him.

You put the knife you were cleaning aside, and you grimaced as you checked your mobile phone. Brock was already late, and you didn't hear from him until the message with the code you feared the most arrived.

You grabbed the things you were going to need; there was no way you were going to let them get him into the raft.

You knew where they would be; you'd been on the team for so many years, even without them suspecting you knew every secret of every member.

You headed to where they were holding him. They had been waiting too long to get revenge for what Rogers had done to them, but they still had to wait. For the moment, the most important thing was to get Brock out of there.

You made a stop before you got to the place; you needed the distraction, plus you knew where the cameras were and anything that could be against you.

When you arrived, you set things up. It was the decisive moment; you were going to get Brock out of there, if or not you had to kill everyone.

“Let him go!" You spat as you entered the place, causing everyone to startle, as they didn't expect anyone else to arrive.

"T/N, I think you should know the truth about Rumlow," Steve began to say.

“Maybe you should see what's in the backyard," you informed them. The team looked at each other and decided it was best to go out and find out what was going on.

You quickly untied Brock as soon as the others left. You knew about the secret entrances and exits there, and other people didn't know about them, so you used one of the exits to leave the place as fast as you could.

“Now is not the time, but I promise you that we will take revenge for everything that Rogers has done to us," you whispered in Brock's ear as you helped him out of the place.

The others were confused; a body had appeared there; it wasn't possible; it didn't make sense; they had had Brock all that time.

“There's just no way it's him," Clint said.

Steve raised his head. Maybe there was a chance it was all a trap. He began to walk quickly back, followed by the others.

There was no one there now; you distracted them so you could escape; however, Steve threw his shield away when he read the note you had left:

Goodbye idiots, You caught the wrong person; Brock has nothing to do with the murders; you should improve your investigation techniques.

The Butcher.

They never suspected you before.

#multifandom flash #round 3 #brock rumlow x reader

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Make Me Eddie Munson x Reader

Make Me

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Summary: After having the worst attitude all day, and taking it out on Eddie by bratting- half intentionally half not, he literally sends you too bed without him and you wake up from having a nightmare, back to when you were in the upside down and you weren’t sure if Eddie was going to make it out alive.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: Technically this should be okay for younger audience, but because it’s a sub/dom relationship dynamic I don’t encourage any minors to engage with this. Swearing, mentions of Eddie in the upside down, no spoilers, fem! reader, Dom!Eddie, Sub!reader, Brat!reader, mentions of punishment. (if I forgot anything else don’t hesitate to let me know)

Word count: 2667

(NOT PROOF READ)

I had been in a mood all day. Nothing in particular had happen to cause me to have such an attitude, but every little thing today just seemed to rub me the wrong way. We were staying at Steves for the weekend, a little party without the 'kids'. Thankful to not have to worry about them trying to steal drinks without us noticing.

I was sat outside in Steves backyard on one of the lounge chairs, tucked up with a towel draped over my knees in the shade with my notebook and pen, scribbling down any words that came to mind. Headphones over my ears, my music blasting, probably a little too loudly for my own good but I needed it. The rest of the gang sat by the pool, Robin and vickie sat on the pool steps in the shallow end. Eddie glanced over at me often, and I could see him in the corner of my eye, but purposefully ignored him. He noticed my foul mood the second I woke up, and was not impressed with my attitude, so he left me alone for most of the time we had been here, telling everyone else I didn't feel well so they wouldn't ask questions. I knew he didn't deserve my attitude, but when you spend everyday with your person they kind of get the brunt of it just from proximity. What was worse was that, all I wanted to do was be in eddies arms, and have him comfort me, but the minute he's close enough to touch me, something about him today keeps making me want to scream.

As if he knew my thoughts were about him, he sauntered his way over to me, black swim shorts hung low on his hips, happy trail slightly unruly from a few days of no upkeep. His hair was in a bun at the back of his head. He stood before me, blocking any light I had been getting from the sun, his sunglasses covering his eyes as he looked down at me. I looked back up at him for a moment, and then returned my gaze to my notebook. Reaching forward he pulled my headphones off my head, pushing them so they hung around my neck.

"What?" I snapped.

"I was coming to check on you, you should drink some more water, it's hot and I don't want you getting dehydrated" His arms crossed over his chest, biceps bulging in the process.

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks but I'm not thirsty"

"I didn't ask" He said sternly. "Now you can go inside and get yourself a bottle of water, or I can do it for you, but either way, you're drinking water" His voice was low, domineering me with its familiar octave, but still the pissy mood only increased. With a huff I threw my notebook down onto the end of the lounge chair and got up, pulling my headphones off of my neck and chucking it down also. Eddie followed, quick on my heels as I walked into Steves house, and towards the kitchen. Swinging the fridge door open I grabbed a water bottle cracked it open took one sip and placed it onto the counter.

"That's not enough" Eddie warned.

"You didn't specify, I did what you asked, now I'm going back outside" I said attempting to brush past him, but his hand wrapped around my bicep, pulling me back to him.

"I don't know what your problem is today, but I suggest you stop acting like this in front of our friends before I make you regret it" His eyes were serious as they searched mine, wondering if all of this was just for attention, to get a simple punishment with a good fuck, or if it was because I actually was in a terrible mood. I ripped my arm away from him, stalking back outside and repositioning myself on the lounge chair again, headphones over my ears, just a little bit louder knowing Eddie would scold me for it later.

It wasn't until later when all of us were sat around the coffee table in Steves living room that Eddie finally had enough of me. I was leaned back against the couch, arms crossed loosely over my chest. Maybe it was beer number three but when Eddie leaned back next to me my body grew hot with annoyance. He tipped his head so it was leaning on my shoulder, turning slightly to give it a small kiss. I softened a little, but not enough.

"Can you eat something please? You haven't eaten enough to be chugging back beers like that" he said quietly, just enough for me to hear.

I shifted away from his touch, my brows coming together as I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Make me" I muttered. I felt Eddie go stiff beside me and I immediately knew I fucked up. He stood up, reaching his hand out towards me, not as an offering, but as a warning. A silent instruction while he said. "Can I talk to you for a second?" Tight lipped and stern.

I nodded, rising to my feet, a little wobbly from nerves and the alcohol. Slipping my hand into his I followed him up the stairs and into one of the spare rooms he and I would sleep in later tonight.

Letting go of my hand to shut the door behind him embarrassment and shame flooded me, and I immediately tired to spew out apologies. "Ed's I'm sorry I-"

"Sit" He ordered, interrupting me and pointing to the bed. Lowering my head I listened, taking a seat at the end of the bed waiting. Eddie came to stand in front of me, hands on his knees so he was hunched over, his face level with mine. "I've had it with your attitude today, I've tried to be nice" he ran a hand over his face. "It's been so hard to read you today, and you won't fucking talk to me, so-" he said standing back up straight. "It's bed time for you"

Shocked I snapped my head up to look at him, and then to the clock on the wall behind him. "But it's only nine! I'm not tired" I argued.

"I don't care, maybe going to bed early will fix that bratty little mouth of yours that you've been running all day" Arms crossed over his chest, he looked a lot like Steve when he was scolding the kids and it made me feel somehow even smaller.

"B-but I-"

"I don't care, lets go" He said gesturing to the small on-suite bathroom. "Get ready for bed"

I huffed, my steps a little heavy as I opened my bag to get out my clothes to sleep in, and my toothbrush.

Eddie watched me through the mirror, from the doorway of the bathroom, making sure I brushed for two minutes, tutting when I stopped too early, making me start again. After a hopeful final spit I looked up at him through the mirror, mouth still foamy around the edges. "Can I be done now?"

"Yeah you're good" He said with a nod.

I graciously rinsed my mouth and my toothbrush, setting it on the side of the sink and walking back into the bedroom, walking past Eddie just closely enough to bump into him slightly before making my way to the bed. I mumbled quiet complaints to myself as I pulled back the covers and a few of the too many decorative pillows, climbing in and pulling the blanket back over me with another exaggerated huff. Crossing my arms over my chest, I looked at him. "You're treating me like a child"

"S'cause you're acting like one" he said without a beat, heading for the door.

"W-wait" I stuttered. He turned and raised an eyebrow at me. "I don't get a kiss?" My horrid mood, already softening at the thought of going to sleep without a kiss, sure Eddie was hard on me sometimes, but I always instigated it by being bratty, more than usual, doing it on purpose. Today was different, and I knew that; I didn't know what I wanted out of being so miserable today, and Eddie knew that as well, not giving me a usual and typical punishment.

"I might come give you one later before I get my stuff to go to bed" He said softly.

My brows furrowed in confusion. "You're not sleeping with me?" I could feel myself on the brink of tears.

"Not tonight princess" He sighed. "I love you you know? Have a good sleep and stay in here" he said with a pointed finger.

Nodding I said quietly "I l-love you to" The door clicking softly behind him.

Tears rushed down my cheeks, and I clutched a pillow to my chest to muffle the few sobs that croaked out. The tears didn't last long, I wasn't upset at Eddie all that much, I was more upset with myself. After a few deep breaths, I laid down into the pillows, curling up onto my side, hoping that sleep would come quick so I wouldn't have to think about how horrible I was today for much longer.

Eddie was right. Like a sleep deprived toddler, almost immediately after relaxing into the pillows I felt myself drift off into sleep, but of course not peacefully. It was the same nightmare I had for months after vecna, hearing eddies scream over and over again, echoing louder in my head than they did that day. His cries, and the way blood bubbled out of his mouth with his attempted last words, as if I was going to let him die down there. Except with this dream I never made it to him, I kept running, and no matter how hard I pushed myself to run faster I could never get to him in time, constantly just a touch out of reach.

Springing forward in bed, and out of the dream, my breathing quick and my vision blurry, tears rolling down my cheeks and neck, dripping onto my t-shirt leaving tiny darkened dots. Looking around the room, attempting to take in my surroundings I remembered I was at Steves, and that Eddie wasn't with me. I checking the time, it was around 3:30 am so I knew no one else would be awake as I reluctantly made my way down the stairs to find Eddie. Stifling hiccups and sniffles as I walked over to him, peacefully asleep on the couch, one hand behind his head, the TV lighting up his pale skin. I watched him sleep for a moment, his chest rising and falling slowly, completely unaware of my presence, once again breaking rules.

Taking a few extra steps towards him, I smoothed my hand down his arm, not wanting to startle him. He hummed and shifted a little but didn't wake.

"Eds" I sniffled. A new round of tears falling. "Eddie" I said again, poking him lightly on the chest. He groaned, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes fluttered open, taking a second to recognize who was in front of him.

"Baby what's wrong?" He said sitting up quickly. "Hey, woah, what's going on?" Reaching for my hands he pulled me towards him until I was straddling him, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. My body shook lightly with each sob and Eddies hand rubbed soothing lines up and down my back. "You're okay baby" He said softly. "What was it? Bad dream?"

"Yeah" I whispered into his skin. "I couldn't-" I sobbed. "I couldn't get to you fast enough" He pulled me away from him gently, his hands coming up to cup my face, pushing my hair back behind my ears, moving strands that stuck to my damp cheeks. "I can still hear your screams baby" My bottom lip wobbled and he pulled me back to his chest, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head.

"S'okay baby, I'm here, I'm safe, we're safe" He sighed. "I'm sorry for making you sleep alone, it was a weird day, I couldn't figure out what you wanted" he said honestly

I pulled back, still a blubbering mess. "No, don't be sorry" I said sternly as best as I could. "I'm so s-sorry for being so bratty t-today" I choked.

"Hey, hey, hey- take a deep breath for me yeah?" his hands resting on my shoulders. "Just relax, it's okay, I'm not mad at you" He said reassuringly.

I took a shaky breath, his hands rising with my shoulders as I inhaled, and lowering as I exhaled.

"Okay, good job baby, give me one more" he encouraged. Giving him another deep breath I let my eyes close for a second, allowing myself to have a moment to calm down more before speaking again.

"I don't know why I was so mean today, everything was just annoying me" I wiped my hands on my face, trying to rid my cheeks of anymore tears. "I should have just told you I was in a bad mood, I'm sorry for being so terrible, you don't deserve that, not as Eddie, or as Daddy, or whatever name you see fit in those moments" I said with a soft giggle.

"There's my happy girl" He said smiling, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "I'm sorry you were having a bad day, and I'm sorry if making you sleep alone made it worse, but you gotta let me know what's going on in that head of yours okay?" He poked me on the forehead. "So I know what you need when you need it, especially if it's a punishment you're after"

I nodded, taking another deep breath, finally able to look him in the eyes. "I'll do better next time, I promise"

"Thank you baby, all I ask is that you try 'kay? I'll try to be better about it also, maybe a calmer approach next time" he leaned forward, giving me a soft kiss.

"Can you come up to bed with me?" I asked tentatively.

"Course baby" he said lowering his hands to tap his fingers again my butt.

Shifting back until my feet touched the floor I held my hand out for him until he took it, bringing him with me back up the stairs and into our room for the night. I hopped up onto the bed, a little giddy from the adrenaline of the nightmare, and excitement from being back with my safe space in the form of a human.

I wiggled in my seat, watching as Eddie shifted around the room, changing out of his shirt and jeans and into some sweat pants.

Holding both hands out towards him I opened and closed them quickly in a 'grabby hands' motion until he crawled under the blankets and pulled me against him until my head rested on his chest. My thigh coming up over his middle, calf situated in-between his legs. I sighed happily.

"Better sweet pea?" he mumbled into my hair.

I hummed in response, rubbing my cheek a little, nuzzling myself further into his skin. "S'much better Eds, thank you"

"No thanks needed, I hated sleeping without you"

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, I didn't have my mini professional wrestler sleeping next to me, kicking me in the thigh every 10 minutes"

I smacked him lightly on the chest. "I do not move that much!"

"You're asleep when you do it! How would you know hmm?"

"Because I just know" I said teasingly

"Yeah, yeah I bet you do. Get some rest will you? I don't want you to be a cranky baby again tomorrow"

"G'night Eds" I said sleepily, the calm sense of security washing over me as I felt my lids get heavy.

"Sweet dreams baby girl"

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fresh start || s.r. [6]

pairing: steve rogers x afab reader, tony stark x platonic!afab reader

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summary: a new home, a warm reconciliation between you and steve, a not-so-warm-at-first reconciliation between steve and tony

a/n: sorry for the late update! but my elbow is feeling a bit better, so i've been working on other things :)

Steve holds your hand the entire way up to the lab, having missed your touch entirely too much to let go. Even as you sit in your chair to wait for Tony to show up, his hand is in yours as he sits next to you. His touch is all too comforting, though, and it eases your nerves, so you don't mind.

"Thank you for coming with me," you say with a smile.

Steve returns your smile warmly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I wouldn't have let you come alone."

"It's gonna be hard to get rid of you for the next few months, isn't it?" you ask jokingly.

He chuckles, "Harder than you could even know, honey," he answers, a grin on his face. "I missed you, and I have a lot of making up to do, y'know. But I promise to try not to be too overbearing."

A mischievous grin curves your lips upwards. "I guess you're not the worst company I could have," you respond.

Steve's eyebrows furrow at your playful response, but before he can respond, the lab door opens. Tony walks in with a cup of coffee in one hand and a tablet in the other. He raises an eyebrow when he spots Steve's hand in yours as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"Well, well, well. This a reunion of some sort?" he quips with a smirk.

You smile at his familiar unserious demeanor. "Of some sort," you reply, shrugging your shoulders, "Hi, Tony."

"Kid, always a pleasure," he smiles at you as he saunters over to his desk next to you. His eyes rake over the blond beside you, and he acknowledges him with only a brief nod and a, "And Steve, you're here too."

You cringe at the tension between the two of them, a tension so thick that not even the sharpest blade could cut through it. Tony's been protective of you since a few months after you were brought onto the team. He treated you like you were a daughter and a teammate, on and off the field, and the protectiveness was almost endearing. However, even if it wasn't your fault, you hadn't wished to ruin the somewhat decent relationship between Steve and Tony.

"Play nice, please. He's trying," you say in an attempt to ease the conflict.

Tony takes a seat in his desk chair, not looking away from his computer as he replies, "Where was the trying two months ago? 'Cause that seemed like quite the opposite of 'trying' to me."

"Tony-"

"No, it's okay. I get it," Steve interjects, "Look, Tony, I messed up and I know it, alright? I can't change what I did, but I thought I was doing what was best for her. Now I know it wasn't, and I'm trying to make up for it. From now on, I'm going to be here for her- for her our baby."

"You're damn right you messed up," Tony retorts with a scoff, his eyes scanning over the chart on his computer.

You sigh deeply and rub your free hand over your face in defeat. "You are impossible," you say dejectedly. "Please, Tony, just try to be civil. For me."

Tony sighs just as you did, and after a moment, his gaze finally shifts from his screen over to you. He spins in his chair to fully face you, his legs crossed. Your bottom lip sticks out in a mock pout as you tilt your head to the side, and you can tell Tony's trying not to crack a smile at you.

"You forgive him?" he questions.

"I'm...," you trail, stealing a quick glance towards Steve. "Yeah, I'm working on it."

Turning his head only slightly, Tony gives Steve a once-over. His narrowed eyes bear into Steve's like he's trying to gauge his sincerity. Tony leans back in his chair after a moment and takes a long sip of his coffee. His expression softens slightly, and he takes a deep breath as he sits his cup down.

"Listen. She's my family, and they," he nods toward your stomach, "are family too. I don't agree with your choices, but I do trust her judgment. Besides, I guess all this means you're family now too. But you better keep your damn word, Rogers."

Steve gives a genuine smile, nodding briefly. "I plan to."

"You hear that? 'You're family.' That's the closest you'll get to his good side," you joke, offering a smile at Steve before turning your attention back to Tony. "Thank you for listening, Tony, it means a lot to me."

"Yeah, yeah," Tony grumbles in a nonchalant tone. "Now that we're done with the therapy session, we've got things to discuss, yeah?"

You glance knowingly at Steve, and Tony catches it. Another exasperated sigh falls from his lips. He runs a hand over his face before setting both of his hands in his lap.

"And what else is there now? I know that look, y/n," Tony says.

"I should probably be the one to explain it, huh?" Steve asks, his eyes meeting yours. He continues when you nod at him, "I think you should know why I left."

Tony's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I don't need to know the details of your relationship."

"It's important," Steve states, his tone serious and stern.

"Alright, then. Hit me with it."

And hit him with it, he does. Steve takes a deep breath, steeling himself to reveal the truth. He begins to recount the events that led up to the last few months. From the Hydra mission up to last night when Bucky set out to find Hawthorne. He explains the possible leads, the potential dangers, and how he plans to fix them.

Tony's expression remains unreadable as Steve speaks, but there's an occasional flash of anger in his eyes. Though, behind all that anger, there lies a deep worry; a concern for you and your baby.

When Steve stops speaking, there's nothing but a dense silence left. All that tension from earlier seeps back into the room. Tony lets out a mix of a scoff and a sigh, cutting through the silence.

"Unbelievable. This sounds like a corny soap opera," Tony mumbles to himself. "I mean, Jesus, Steve. Leaving her to protect her? That actually has to be the most cliché thing I've ever heard. And I don't have to tell you that it was idiotic and completely reckless too, right? If you were so concerned for her safety then leaving her by herself, pregnant and unprotected was the dumbest decision you could have made."

"I didn't know she was-"

"It doesn't matter," Tony interrupts, his voice flat and void of emotion, "either way, she'd have been alone. And you should've told me this immediately, I could've helped."

Steve winces at the harsh tone and the truth about his actions. "I know. It was stupid- I was stupid. It doesn't make sense, and it probably never will, but I was afraid that me being around would make her easier to find. I just wanted to protect her, and that hasn't changed, it's why I'm here for good now," he explains truthfully.

Tony takes a minute to absorb Steve's piece. You watch as his stern expression tones down just a bit as he tosses the information thrown at him in his brain. He finally leans back in his chair again, looking at Steve with frustration and an ounce of understanding in his eyes.

Tony rubs the stubble on his chin, trying to put together the words he wants to say before eventually speaking up, "You truly thought you being around put her in more danger? Do you realize we've been able to keep her protected this whole time? Or have you forgotten that she's been living at the compound, one of the most secure places on Earth?" he questions.

"I knew she would come here, the only other place she would be safe. That's the only reason I let her leave the apartment in the first place," Steve responds as he looks down, his gaze dropping to your intertwined hands.

Tony's eyes meet yours. "You really love this old idiot, don't you?"

"I do," you reply, a warm smile gracing your features, "He's my old idiot."

Steve bites back a chuckle and debates quipping back, but decides against it. "I care about her a lot more than I've shown in the last two months, Tony. I love her and our unborn baby more than anything I've ever loved, and I can promise you that," Steve says, desperate to express the honesty in everything he's said.

"She was your fiancée, I hope you'd love her," Tony answers with a chuckle. "I don't doubt your feelings for her, even though I disagree with how you show them, but I won't see her hurt again. She's the closest thing I have to a daughter, Rogers, so don't do anything else stupid."

Steve's body relaxes some at the eased tension. "I know she is, Tony. And I won't do anything stupid, I can't afford to."

You squeeze Steve's hand gently in a reassuring manner. Relief rushes over you as the two men come to a somewhat agreement. And with the air cleared, along with some understanding reached, the conversation transitions into the situation at hand.

"I can help with tracking him down- Hawthorne, I mean," Tony assures both of you, "but until then, I'm putting in more security measurements. I'm finding a new safehouse, installing more intricate security, and making sure we're prepared for anything. That also means no more missions for either of you for the time being, obviously."

The two of you nod in agreement with his plan. Over the next few hours, you, Steve, and Tony continue to work out the details. It's clear that both of them are dedicated to ensuring you and your child's safety, and that's the only thing that keeps you calm.

You agree to stay in the compound until it's all worked out, deeming it the safest place for you. Tony gives you his word that he'll work on finding more leads, and keep good track of Bucky, along with making sure you have everything you need. And by the time the little meeting concludes, you're drained and exhausted. Yet, you also feel a renewed sense of hope in safety for your soon-to-be family.

"Before you go, we need to discuss what you came here for; the baby," Tony says, picking up his tablet. "I can get you in for an appointment with the best obstetrician gynecologist I have. I pulled some strings, and she can see you tomorrow at eleven in the med-bay."

"And you'll be there?" you inquire.

"Of course I will. It's important that you see someone soon given that your condition is... unique. You're still human, just genetically enhanced by your parents' DNA," Tony explains, occasionally glancing up at you from his tablet. "And the baby is definitely enhanced too, so we need to make sure everything is stable. It also wouldn't hurt to have Banner run some tests to see if you've got any of your birth mother's abilities."

"But she-" Steve starts, only to be cut off by Tony.

"I know, I know. Just let me finish. We'll be careful with expanding on her powers if she's got 'em, don't worry," he promises with a brief chuckle.

Steve gives a chuckle of his own. "Thank you, for everything."

"It's no problem. Y/n, I'll send you the details for your appointment- the doctor's information and all. I can also arrange a bigger room for the two of you if that's something you'd like."

You turn to face Steve, reading over his expression. His eyes meet yours, and you can tell he wants to ask you to agree to live with him again. He'd never ask you outright since you'd just begun mending your relationship and he doesn't want to rush you, so he pleads with his eyes.

The corners of your mouth turn upwards into a half-smile at his protectiveness over you and the baby. It's heartwarming, and reassuring of the fact that your baby couldn't have a better father. You turn back to Tony after a few seconds and offer a nod.

"I think that'd be best," you conclude.

Gently, Steve brings your intertwined hands to his lips to press a kiss onto your hand. You can feel him smile against your skin before he places your hands in his lap.

Tony sighs in dramatic relief. "It's great that you say that, actually. I have a bigger suite here that's just been gathering dust," he says with a grin, "I had it cleaned out last night with every intention of giving it to you anyway."

"A suite? You have entirely too much money," you tease, returning his playful grin.

"Another 'thank you,' works just fine, y'know," Tony huffs as he rolls his eyes, scribbling on a post-it note he had sitting on his desk.

His lips form into a smile to show his amusement before reaching out to hand you the paper he wrote on. "Your door and elevator code. Also, you're on the second to top floor. I'll get everything else fixed up in there during your appointment tomorrow. And If you need anything, day or night, you call me, got it?"

The two of you stand as you say, "Got it. Thanks again, Tony."

As you leave the lab, Steve wraps an arm around your waist, and you lean into his side. Both of you step into the elevator and he reaches forward to press the button for your new floor. When the elevator doors close, he pulls you in front of him to wrap his arms around you in a delicate embrace. Your head rests lightly on his chest, listening to the familiar beat of his heart that you'd never tire of hearing.

"I hope you didn't feel pressured into us living together again, but I'm glad you agreed to it," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Just wanna keep both of you safe."

The elevator softly hums as you're cocooned in Steve's embrace. His warmth envelops you, providing you its usual comforting relaxation. You tilt your head upwards to look at him with a reassuring, soft smile on your face.

"I agreed because it feels right," you say sincerely. "I want us to be a family, we deserve it, and our baby deserves it."

Steve's grip on you tightens. "I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers, his lips brushing against your forehead. "You're everything I've ever wanted."

You ponder your next words carefully, but blurt them out before you can overthink them, "I love you."

His eyes light up as his hand raises to caress your cheek affectionately. "And I love you, my pretty girl."

The elevator dings as his lips press onto your forehead. You turn around in his arms to enter the code you'd been given, waiting for the doors to open.

The light above the keypad flashes green and the doors creak as they open to reveal a rather empty hallway. It only has one door, and it's obviously newer just like Tony said, but the emptiness is still off-putting. You and Steve share a quick, puzzled glance with each other. His hold on you drops so you can get out of the elevator, but his hand remains on your lower back.

You approach the single door and enter the other code written down. The door slides open with a quiet click to reveal your new, spacious suite. You step inside and Steve follows close behind you. The space is tastefully furnished, though obviously decorated by Tony, with more modern-looking décor.

The suite is larger than your old shared apartment with a ridiculously large kitchen and living room. In the living room are windows that go from the floor to the ceiling, and what you assume are blackout curtains hanging up above them. The light from the cityscape shines brightly through the windows, making the light yellow walls look almost white.

The living room seamlessly flows into the dining area which has a large table with a bouquet of fresh flowers on it. The entire room has an inviting and homely feel, a stark contrast to the high-tech atmosphere of the rest of the compound.

"It's so pretty," you beam.

Steve's eyes scan the new surroundings before his gaze lands back on you. "It is," he replies, smiling at the way you admire the room. "I'm glad you like it, honey."

With Steve's hand in yours, you pull him from the living room to the first bedroom, and then the second. The first room is the master bedroom and it's almost double the size of your room at the apartment. It's got a king-sized bed and a bay window with a little bay window couch that would definitely be used as a reading nook. There's also a walk-in closet along with a sizeable bathroom that has a white marble bathtub and a rainfall shower.

The second room is smaller, but still bigger than the typical room. It's a nursery, or at least it will be soon. The room was empty other than the white cushioned rocking chair in the corner, sitting next to a bookshelf that was filled with baby books. Your heart swells with joy at the gesture, also picking up on how Tony left the room plain for you to decorate however you wanted. Just as you're about to speak, your gaze gravitates towards the chair again. Your eyes narrow slightly as you drop Steve's hand and walk towards it.

You recognize it once you get closer. It was yours. It's the same chair your adoptive mother read to you in every night until you were seven. What truly gave it away was the embroidered bottom cushion that read "E.C. + y/n." You had no idea how Tony had gotten his hands on it, but it meant everything to you. You run your fingers delicately along the old wooden armrest that had seemingly been polished.

Steve leans against the door frame, quietly watching you with observing eyes. "Dove? You okay?"

"It's... Yeah, I'm okay. It's just that, this is my mom's chair, Stevie," you reply with a warm smile, a stray tear streaming down your cheek as you turn to face him.

He steps into the room, making his way over to you, and wipes your tears away with his thumb. "I'm glad you have it here, I know you don't have many of her things," he sympathizes with a soft voice. "And now you get to make your own, brand new memories in it with our baby."

Your body relaxes under his touch, your arms wrapping around him in a hug. His arms enclose you into a tight, yet still delicate, embrace as his hands rub your back slowly. For a minute or two, you stay like that, and Steve doesn't mind at all. When you do pull away, you back up to look over the room once more.

"We'll have to decorate in here," you state, already imagining the different things you could do with the space.

"I'm sure you'll make it beautiful, honey," Steve smiles, his blue eyes twinkling with adoration. "Of course I plan on being involved, but you've always been the better decorator out of the two of us."

You chuckle and your hand rests instinctively on your still-flat stomach. "I'll let you pick out a decorative toy or something," you joke lightly.

He grins at your comment, "Just one toy, huh? I'll have to make sure it's a good one then."

"Doing this by myself would be too much work anyway," you say with a smirk. "I'm just kidding. You can help as much as you'd like, maybe help with some of the other rooms too."

"I'm looking forward to it," he responds, interlocking his fingers with yours. "But for now, let's go get some food in you, yeah?"

You nod, your stomach rumbling quietly at the mention of food, and Steve leads you into the kitchen. He, yet again, insists that you sit and let him cook.

"Steve, I'm not incapa-" you try to protest as you follow him into the kitchen, only to be cut off by his expression.

His eyes narrow in mock sternness, his head nodding in the direction of the plush barstools. "Wasn't a request, sweetheart. Sit, and you can help tomorrow."

Your hands fly up in defeat, showcasing your surrender. "Alright, alright, I'm sitting."

Steve grins in triumph before getting to work in the pre-stocked kitchen. You plop down on the barstool closest to the kitchen entrance to watch him. Attentively, your eyes stay glued onto him, admiring everything about him. He moves with such an ease that suggests he wasn't lying about practicing his skill.

The scent of the food cooking, and the familiar sounds of Steve's movements, almost make you feel like you're meant to be here. Everything feels like it's coming full circle, returning to the life you had before everything that's happened. The only difference now is the baby. And that's not something you'd trade for the world. It's a good change, the kind of change you don't expect and never knew you needed.

After a while, Steve slides your plates onto the dining room table before ushering you to sit down with him. Both of you enjoy the food, and each other's company, talking about your plans for the nursery and the near future. Although he doesn't want to be overbearing, he can't help but want to be a part of everything.

"I don't want to push things, so if you need me to sleep on the couch until you're comfortable, then I will," he says, pushing his empty plate forward so he can rest his forearms on the table.

"Steve," you begin softly, reaching across the table to place your hand on top of his, "As much as I appreciate that, you don't have to sleep on the couch. I'm giving us another shot. I mean, your baby has kind of taken over my uterus, so I feel like we're far beyond sleeping separately now."

Steve chuckles at your choice of words, his demeanor becoming more casual again. "I'm just trying to give you your space," he responds genuinely before asking, "Do you think you'll feel at home here?"

"I got used to being in the tower again, but I don't think it'll ever feel like our home. This place is nice and mellow, though, so that helps some," you answer, a contented sigh falling from your lips. "I don't know, do you think you will? I guess for me, this place will work until I get that white picket fence," you say with a reminiscent smile, recounting the memory of him promising you that future.

For a second, he's silent with an unreadable expression as if he was living in that very moment. Then he meets your gaze with a fond smile of his own. "You still remember that?"

"Of course I do," you reply, chuckling softly. "I remember everything about us."

Steve's thumb brushes over the back of your hand in a slow, affectionate manner. "Good, because I meant every word, and I still do. And about this place, it is nice, but my home is wherever you are. Hell, you are my home, dove."

Your heart murmurs at his words, and a warmth washes over you. It's like all the pain and uncertainty of the last few months are melting away. Deep down, you're still cautious, but even you can't deny the sincerity in his eyes.

With a gentle tone, you say, "I missed you more than you know. I love you, Steve."

He gets up from his chair, coming to stand beside you. As he leans down, his large hand cups your cheek, and his thumb traces lines on your cheekbone.

His eyes don’t leave yours as he murmurs, “Can I?”

"Please do," you reply, your voice soft and meek.

Without hesitation, Steve leans down to capture your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. His lips feel familiar on yours, and it gives you a unique sense of belonging that only he can provide. When he pulls away after a few seconds, his forehead rests on yours.

"I love you with everything I've got," he promises.

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botnasty · 2 years

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Taste {2}: Smell

Steve Kemp X F!Reader

[First Part]

Summary: Steve wants you.

Words: 1,6K words

Warnings: ANGST, DARK, SMUT=DUB/NON-CON, SEX POLLEN, reader gets drugged, masturbation (f), pillow humping, PIV, rough sex, unprotected sex, mention of blood, mention of kidnapping, mention of cannibalism (duh)

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Steve panted and whipped the sweat off his forehead. After all that happened the other day with his best friend, he had been in a dire need for a run, to clear his head and figure out what to do with her.

He loved her. There was no doubt there. He was obsessed with her since he was just a mere kid. And now he had her…

But not completely.

He had to find a way. A way to get inside her head. He already had her affection that he knew, but needed more.

He wanted her to only need him and just him. He wanted her to think of him from the moment you wake up till sundown. He wanted you to dream of him, to want to be with him, to be obsessed with him.

He leaned against the table as he looked at the camera focused on you. “What are you doing now? What are you saying, Dove?”

You paced around the cold stone room, sometimes stopping to pound at the door until your first bleed.

“This is not real. This is not real.” You slapped yourself, pinched the skin of your arm. Did every trick in the book to wake yourself up and nothing worked.

You felt like you were suffocating, your mouth dry.

“Are you okay?” You heard a voice. You turned around to find the source, only to find nothing. “I heard a strange noise. Are you okay?”

“Who are you? Where are you?” You asked, crawling closer.

“I��m Noa. I’m in the cell next to yours.”

“Noa?” You said under your breath. A name that you knew very much.

“Yeah. I’m sorry you got fooled too…”

“You know… I was just like you at the beginning. ” Started Noa, her voice echoing against the stone wall. Despair lacing the words coming out of her mouth. “That I would one day get out… that someone would notice my disappearance. But, I have no one. We all have no one.”

“Isn’t that right, Penny!” Noa screamed.

You hear a weak “Yeah.”

She laughed weakly. “And he always kept on coming and coming. Taking and taking. Parts after parts.” She let out a laugh. “Can you believe it? I don’t have an ass, nor one of my legs and arms. I can barely feel anything anymore. I feel crazy…”

You listened to her through the vents connecting the cells. The more she spoke the more dread filling your stomach. They were the girls. The woman you’ve been looking for more months without ends.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your breath was short. You felt like you were suffocating. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” All this time… the man doing this was in front of you all this time and you never noticed. “I couldn’t—“

You were a failure.

Noa chuckled and you heard her chain rattling. “Why are you sorry? We are all in the same boat here…”

You rubbed the snot coming out of your nose. “I was trying to find you. For months I’ve been trying.”

You heard a small ‘what’. And that deep ache inside of you grew even more. The little hope that was in that word just broke you.

“And I found you. But now I can’t do anything.”

“But can’t you— Don’t you have people who will try to look for you? Won’t the police wonder why you’re not coming to work?”

You shook your head even if you knew she couldn’t see you. All the hope in her voice made you weak. You felt all the fight inside of you leave. “They won’t. Because they didn’t care about this case. They told me that if I took it, they wouldn’t help me… I’m being rogue right now, and the police, they don’t like that.” You said, laying down in the pile of sheets that Steve called a bed.

“What the fuck. What the fuck!” Noa screamed and then all was silent. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of whimpers coming from all the women who’s hope just bursted into flame.

The moment you woke up, you could feel the difference. The air felt more thick after each and every breath and you could barely breathe. You felt hot all over but especially in between your legs.

Your pussy was pulsing with deep neediness and you felt like your clit was just begging to be played with. So you couldn’t help yourself when you pulled yourself up, pulled your sweatpants and soaked panties off of you and started rubbing your soaked pussy against your pillow. Your juice was pouring onto the cloth and soaking it. Your scent was now impregnated onto it.

You wanted it all to stop. That neediness, that hotness everything that was making you rub your clit like a woman who hadn’t had sex in years. You felt like you were about to burst at any second and touching yourself was the only remedy for it.

You placed one hand on the wall and the other brought the pillow closer to your core as you grinded on it harder, the sensation on your clit making you whimper and throw your head back.

Right as you were about to cum, you heard the door of your cell open and there he was.

Steve. A faux pout on his lips.

Image of those lips wrapped around your clit lashed inside your head and you felt humiliated, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against the pillow and cum right as he walked inside the room.

“I can’t believe you started without me, Dove.” You vaguely heard him say as you were still coming out of your high.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him right in front of you, sitting on the ground, shirtless and you felt your cunt pulse even more.

You needed more. You needed him. All rational thoughts went out the window as you growled and crawled on top of him.

You placed your hand on the imprint of his cock as you unbuckled his belt as fast as you could.

“I fucking love you like this.” He said, rubbing his nose against your cheek. “So needy for me. Obsess with me.” He kissed down your jaw, but you didn’t care. All you wanted, needed, was his cock inside your pulsing walls.

“I’m so fucking hard for you.” He growled into your ear. “Just want to feel you for days.”

You whimpered when you finally pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxer and immediately you pulled yourself up with your knee and slid down on his erected cock.

The feeling of being full, of his cock twitching inside of you, made the burning sensation finally go away. You placed your hand on his shoulder as you pulled yourself up and down.

He placed his big hands around your hips and helped you hip and down his hard cock. “Feel so fucking good, Dove. So good and all mine.” He slapped your ass hard enough to make it blush red. You moaned at the impact

He leaned closer to you and bit your lips hard, you whimpered when you tasted blood. “Taste so fucking good.” Steve said as he licked the blood. “No one else will be able to taste you but me. I’m keeping you all to myself.”

He placed a hand around your neck and under the swell of your ass so he could lift you and slide deeper inside of you. At every thrust of his hips, his cock going deeper and the tips always touching your cervix.

“All fucking mine.” He groaned into your neck as he pistoned inside of you. You threw your head back at all the pleasure you were feeling. Your boobs moving up and down at every thrust.

Your climax came unexpectedly. You screamed as you squirt. Your juice glistening his cock and balls and some landing on his stomach and your tits.

Steve groaned as he licked it off your tits and bit down on your nipple. again drawing out blood and licking it too. “I can’t wait to fucking taste you, Dove.” He moaned out as he came inside of me. His cum painting you walls and dripping down his dick. “I fukcing love you so much.”

Only then did all your senses came back. “What did I do…” You immediately slid off his cock and crawled backward. Away from him.

Away from this monster.

“I did it again…” You said looking at your hand. “How, why?” Then you remember how the air was before all this.

You pointed at him, making him stop from going closer to him. “You did this to me. You did something to me.” You covered your lover half with your bed sheets.

“Dove…”

“Don’t you fucking call me ‘Dove’! You are not my friend! You are not my Steve! You are a monster with his face!” You screamed at him.

Steve's gaze grew hard and he locked your jaw in his grasp, hard. “Now you fucking listen to me. This has always been me. How I am. You either accept it or…”

You shook your head. “Never…” You managed to say.

He tisked. “After everything we’ve been through. You still made the wrong choice.” Is all he says before you felt something pick your neck.

Your eyes widened. “What?” You tried to push him away. Your hand pushing against his face and chest until you couldn’t anymore.

Until you felt a haze and darkness consumed everything.

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therealwriter17 · 2 years

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Forever in awe

Pairing : Austin!Elvis x she/her Reader

Warnings : None

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There were many things Elvis excelled at, but expressing his feelings? Not his forte. When it came to you he always struggled to find the true words to fully express his love. He was told “if you can’t say it, sing it” but even that wasn’t helpful in this moment. Nothing could show just how in awe he was of you. Your beauty, your personality, your talents, your faults, everything. He was forever in awe of you. Ever since he met you, you had been his world, his universe. Running barefoot together, reading about the rock of eternity together and now travelling together. You were his best friend and although Elvis knew that you’d both follow the other to the ends of the earth he was afraid that if he told you how he felt and you didn’t feel the same everything would change.

Elvis let put a shout of laughter as he jumps over the fence a ball tucked under his arm, his friends chasing him. He only gets so far before he gets tackled on to the grass, the ball stolen from him and the people who were chasing him switched their focus onto their new target. The dark haired boy is about to rise back to his feet when he hears a distinct laugh. That delicate noise, he couldn’t forget it even if he wanted to which, rest assured he never does. His bright eyes search the front of his house, looking for the person responsible for the fluttering, warm feeling that appeared any time he heard that musical sound.

“Oh dear, we have a Presley down! A Presley down!” His eyes finally found her and his breath was taken away.

There she stood, oblivious of the golden feeling that currently resided in her best friends heart.

“As if you could do so much better.” He called back to her, eyes sparkling, lips upturned.

“Challenge accepted, Mr Presley!” Without further ado off she went, kicking her heels off as she ran. “Steve throw me the ball!”

Said boy did as he was asked and the whole groups attention turned on her as she sprinted across the grass, trying to make it to the pathetically small stick they had found to mark as a goalpost before the group of boys managed to catch up and steal the ball from her. The magical sound of her laughs rang out and she ran, barefoot, her skirts whipping around her knees.

In that moment Elvis was thrown back in time as if watching the young girl who he started to fall in love with. He snapped out of it, picking himself up to chase after you himself. You made it past the “goalpost” just in time as two seconds later Elvis’ body collided with yours. You let out a shriek as he wraps his arms around your waist, spinning you round and round in circles. You dropped the ball, instead wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to feel more secure and like you weren’t about to be dropped.

Unnoticed by either of you one of Elvis’ friends snatched the ball and they ran off once again.

“Elvis put me down! Put me down you’re makin’ me dizzy!” You gasped, closing your eyes against the wind that whipped against your eyes, making them need to water. Elvis let out a laugh, his heart jumping as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. He lowered your bare feet back down to touch the grass, missing the feel of your arms embracing him. Instead one dropped down to rest on his arm, that was stretched out as his hands stayed resting against her waist.

The blue eyed boy couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from the girl who stood in front of his, her necked craned a little more than usual without her heels adding to her height. Her face had a look of concentration on it as she reached up to brush a few stray strands off his forehead, trying her hardest to not mess up the rest of his gelled back style. She seemed to realise just what she was doing as she became aware of his fond gaze, looking down she blushed.

“You’re lookin’ very pretty today darlin.” He became aware of what he said a few seconds later as her blush grew. “I mean, not not that you’re not- I didn’t mean- you always look pretty.” Elvis cursed himself for having apparently lost control of what he was saying.

“Well…I didn’t do nothing special, so I’m not sure what you’re seeing.” You let out a small chuckle at your friends sudden loss for words.

Elvis’ eyes swept over your face taking in every inch, noticing the cluster of freckles that stretched across the curve of your nose and onto your rosy cheeks. “You ain’t wearin’ makeup” You frowned, tilting your head slightly as if to ask how he knew. “You got freckles, they don’t show if you got makeup on.” And that was when his brain seemingly unlinked from his muscles, his hand came up to stroke her cheek and he lent down hesitantly, almost as if his subconscious was telling him that he shouldn’t. He pressed a soft kiss against the small marks that lay on your cheeks, both yours and his eyes fluttering to a close at the contact.

“Hey EP!” One of his friends interrupted the sweet moment, Elvis pulled away and turned to look at the group. One of his hands remain intact with your waist, sliding to rest on your lower back, while the other fell limply to his side. “Three against three.” Elvis glanced at you uncertainly, his bright blue eyes raking over your blushing face. “C’mon man, it’s uneven if you don’t join! You can spend time with your doll later.” The dark haired boy blushed, glancing down at his shoes.

He quickly pressed his lips against your cheek, letting them linger there for just a second longer than usual before running after his friends leaving you standing there your lips apart in confusion. What the hell was that?!

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Happy Birthday to Austin and we miss you Elvis for yesterday x

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