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ash5monster01 · 7 months

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Not Just The Books

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, no use of Y/N, smut, nudity, language, fluff, friends to lovers, minors DNI.

Summary: Steve catches you reading a smutty book and before the embarrassment can settle in you realize he is more interested in doing the stuff in the book with you.

word count: 3.5k

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It was not uncommon for you and Steve to be able to sit in silence comfortably. Sometimes having the presence of a friend while you did different things was so much better than being alone. So you both sat comfortably in his living room, you in the easy chair, lamp on to illuminate your book, and him in the center of the couch, slumped down, as he watched whatever was on TV. The sound didn’t bother you as you read, you normally were in another world, not noticing the things around you. So even though Steve had the TV blaring with the hearing of a Grandpa, you didn’t even mind, the TV could explode and you wouldn’t notice. Thing was Steve always noticed you, even if his favorite movie was on TV.

So when he spotted you uncrossing your legs it peaked his interest. You still hadn’t torn your eyes from the book to see he had noticed your movement. Steve had almost turned away until he saw you had pressed your legs together, your teeth capturing your bottom lip. His heart accelerated slightly because he knew that kind of movement. He had caused many of girls that kind of movement, so when you started to shift in your seat, your breaths coming out in smaller pants he realized there was something more to the book you had tightly gripped in your hands. You still didn’t even flinch as Steve stood and walked over to you, in fact you couldn’t even tear your eyes from the page as he quite literally did it for you.

“Steve!” you screeched and he quickly noticed how dilated your eyes were, how fast your chest rose with each breath. You looked like a woman starved.

“Since when do books make you act like that” Steve teased, eyebrows raised highly and you felt the embarrassment burn through you.

“Please give me my book back” you begged, hand out, waiting for him to hand it over.

“You know, normally I would” and the panic started to set in as he turned the book towards himself. Steve never attempted to read your books. Why now?

“Please Steve!” you we’re quick, lunging towards him, but he was quicker. Your voice was rough, all worked up, and no one had even touched you.

“It’s always Steve you need to read more, when was the last time you opened a book, and now you don’t want me too?” he knew he was getting under your skin and you just prayed he woundn't read the page you were on. If there was some higher power out there they would keep him from reading that page right now.

“Just not that book, I was enjoying it” even Steve could hear how uncomfortable you sounded as you said it. It was as if you were trying to get him to cough it up without knowing what was so interesting about it.

“Well, I want to see what’s so good” and just like that his eyes dipped down and you launched for him. Yet Steve escaped your grasp, running across the room, and leaping onto the couch where he stood. Book now face open and you got to watch him read it in real time, like he was on a stage.

Claire panted out heavy breaths, skin on fire everywhere he left a wet love bite and blew on it. She tried to steady her breathing but as his wet kisses trailed down her stomach, finishing on the waist band of her shorts, she couldn’t quite seem to stop the breaths that came out.

Slowly his fingers curled into her waistband and she lifted her hips to make it easier, a silent conformation that what he was doing was okay. As the cool air of the bedroom hit her dripping core she couldn’t help but whimper over the thought of him burying himself between her folds.

“So perfect” he spoke, his tongue darting out to take a small taste. “And sweet”

Then just like that he was devouring her completely. So fast her back arched without her knowledge, pressing into him as he deliciously lapped up everything he could. Eating her out better than anyone ever had, and as his nose nudged against her clit she couldn’t help but begin to feel the coil tighten in her stomach. He had barely done anything and she was already ready to cum.

“Holy shit” Steve muttered, dropping his arms that held the book as he looked down at you from the couch. Very much unable to meet his eyes as he realized exactly what you were reading.

“Can I have my book back now?” you nervously asked, arm rubbing up and down your other one. Steve jumped back down to the ground. Trying to regain your gaze.

“Want to explain this to me?” he asked, holding it over and you quickly snatched it back.

“Not particularly” you now hyper aware of exactly how alone the two of you were right now.

“You like to read dirty books” he chuckled like a little kid and finally you dared to glance up at him only to see a smug look on his face, like he obtained information he was going to hold over your head for years to come.

“Most girls do Steve” you hissed attempting to hit him with the book but he quickly stopped you, his head coming to a shake.

“Whatever you say, it just looked like you were really enjoying it. I’d never seen you so…” he paused, trying to think of a word, and your heart accelerated. Thumping quickly against your ribs and you prayed he couldn’t hear it. “Worked up”

You sucked in a sharp breath as he said it and the air around you turned heavy. This had gone from embarrassing to mortifying because not only did you get caught reading about sex but you got caught for it turning you on. Steve had noticed you were turned on and now you wished he didn’t notice you even existed. “Can we not talk about this, I was acting like I always do”

“That’s a lie, you wouldn’t move while reading even if a tornado came through here but you couldn’t even sit still. You were needy and I know it because I’ve seen it a hundred times” now you were red as a fire truck and Steve was enjoying this way too much. Yet he was also getting turned on which he shouldn’t have because it’s you. His longest and oldest friend, the one he can be completely comfortable with but now he wanted to know exactly how wet you were from that stupid book and he wanted to see if he could get you wetter.

“Ah yes, King Steve, ruler of sex. Can’t take a hint but knows when a girl is turned on” you told him sarcastically, annoyed he insisted on embarrassing you further.

“So you admit to being turned on?” he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes with a groan.

“My God give it a break, yes I was turned on, is that what you want to hear?” you asked him and as you let out heavy breaths and waited for him to give a sarcastic answer it never came. Instead he stared you down, like you admitting this suddenly made you a four course meal. Steve had never looked at you like this and now you were nervous all over again but about an entirely different thing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you nervously asked, attempting to back away from him because now the foot and half between you two was way too close.

“I’m not doing anything” he told you, stepping towards you to shorten the distance again and you wished he hadn’t of done it because now Steve was replacing the guy in the book for you.

“Yes you are, you’re looking at me like you want to kiss me” you said, trying to make it sound like a joke but even to you is sounded nervous. Steve just tilted his head, eyeing you up and down completely.

“It looks like that because I do want to kiss you” how was he so comfortable talking to you like this? You had never crossed this line before and now you wanted him to touch you and stay away all at the same time. “So can I kiss you?”

“I uh, I I..-“ you stammered, unsure how you went from peacefully ignoring each other to the edge of the line. If you say yes you would give him a reason to cross it and that was a lot of responsibility for a person.

“I need an answer sweetheart, because I really really want to kiss you” he spoke slowly and you swallowed hard, still turned on from the book and now a little turned on by him.

“Uh yeah, I-I guess” you told him and a grin cracked across his face and before you could say anything more his hands were on your face and drawing your lips near his own. He waited a minute before pressing them to yours, whether is was hesitant or savory you weren’t sure. But after a steady breath he pressed against you, mouth hot and slotting between your own lips perfectly. He was a good kisser but you already knew that.

It took only seconds for it to get heated, his hands tugging lightly at your hair and tongue grazing your lip. You parted in an instant, letting his tongue tangle with your own and then it was over. He had you backing up all the way to wall, your back thumping against it, and his knee wedging between your legs. Against your better judgement you started to grind against it, unable to stop your self considering how worked up you had been. “Getting yourself so turned on without any release, seems like torture sweetheart”

“There was going to be release, later, when I was alone” and your response had Steve’s head tipping back as he let out a groan.

“Still unfair, why don’t you let me take care of you?” Steve coaxed and you involuntarily ground down on his leg, knowing release was right around the corner if you just let him. Was it worth it though? To cross this line just for some sweet release? For a touch that could unwind you more than your own hands could? You knew Steve was a good lay, had been legend among the Hawkins High halls because of it. Should you even find out for yourself with risk of ruining the friendship? Fuck it.

You didn’t even have to answer based on the way your lips smashed back into his own. He met your pace in the blink of an eye and you couldn’t keep yourself from pulling at the hem of his shirt, trying to lift it above his head. Even needier at the sight of his bare torso you began to ride his leg like your life depended on it. A deep chuckle left his throat as his hands dug in the doughy flesh of your hips, slowing your movements against him. He wanted to take his sweet time with you and if he went any slower you were going to be a whining mess.

“What do you need baby?” he asked against your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive spot there and you were in no position to care that he probably gave you a crimson hickey.

“Take off my shirt” you told him with a groan, keening as he licked the sore spot of your neck. He obeyed, removing the baggy T-shirt you had worn over here just to be met with the sight that you had forgone a bra. You watched as his eyes turned almost black at the sight of you, swallowing thickly before cupping his hands around both your breasts. The minute he began to knead the flesh your head was hitting back against the wall, fighting from grinding on his leg again. Something about Steve needily groping your chest ignited a fire within you and you had been doing good until your nipple was sucked into his warm mouth and involuntarily you bucked your hips on his leg so hard you felt your hips bones hit his own.

"Such a needy girl" he teased before moving to suck on your other breast. As much as his words turned you on you still found yourself needing to feel more in control. Steve would be too cocky knowing he got you to so desperately fall apart like this. So in a moment of courage you took some intiative. With his eyes still closed, mouth littering your breast with hickeys, you dropped your hand down and grasped his hard on through his sweats. You felt the squeak from his throat on your breast as you began to stroke him through his pants and just as the girls had said in highschol, Steve was intimidatingly big.

“Looks like the book turned more than just me on” you teased, a sly smile on your face and Steve removed his mouth from your breast, tongue grazing up the skin of you neck till he was face to face.

“That’s not the book, that’s you” he told you and these words gave you the rush of confidence you needed for your fingers to slip below his waist band and grasp his cock right at the base. He hissed at the feeling of your cool fingers and the attention you were giving him.

“Stevie is needy too, what does he need?” you hummed, eyes wide and innocently looking up at him. He squeezed his own eyes shut as you slowly stroked him, prepared to ease him out of his pants.

“Baby this is about you” he told you, trying his best to back away but you had a grip on him that he was enjoying way too much.

“I know, that’s why I want to do this” and you were spinning both of you around, pressing him against the wall he previously had you caged in. He groaned as you dropped to your knees, breasts swinging as you finally pulled his sweat pants down. His length stared you down but he looked delicious as ever. If someone had ever suggested you’d be sucking your best friends cock tonight you would’ve told them they were lying but now here you were, taking him into your mouth. You hummed at the saltiness of his skin, tongue swirling around his swollen tip. He grabbed your hair without even realizing, trying to ease you to take more of him. Slacking your jaw you allowed him to glide in and out of your warm mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat, humming against him which made him writhe against the wall.

“Okay, stop I’m going to cum” he pulled you off of him, arms easing under your own and lifting you to your feet as if you weighed nothing. You smiled deviously at him, chin slick with spit and he didn’t waste two seconds before pulling you into a deep kiss. “It’s my turn to get a taste now”

He was mumbling against your lips, arms wrapped around you as he carried you over to the couch he had been watching TV on. Once he had you laid gently across it he was removing his own pants and dropping to his knees to remove yours. He made sure to take his sweet time, pulling the soft material down your legs, memorizing the cream color of the lace panties that had been soaked against your mound. You tried not to whine out as he touched you everywhere but there. You were on the verge of begging until he finally moved to pull the cream fabric off of you. You went to close your legs but his arm stopped you, keeping you wide open for him.

“So perfect” he said and you groaned out.

“Don’t tease” and Steve knew you meant both about the book and about how he was taking care of you. So he just grinned before dipping down and licking a long stripe through your folds.

“And sweet” and you didn’t have any time to yell at him because he was devouring you whole. Your stomach jumped as he sucked harshly at your clit, back arching and pressing your pussy straight into his face. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, more than likely leaving bruised finger prints but you hoped they did. You wanted to remember the mind numbing head Steve Harrington gave you. You almost didn’t expect him to be so good at eating you out. You should’ve thought because your heels were digging into his back, hands tugging harshly as his curls, and you were moaning unapologetically because he was just that good. You could feel the coil begin to tighten in your stomach and you were grinding against his tongue, movements getting faster indicating you were right there. It wasn’t until his lips wrapped around your clit did you find yourself begin to snap, shaking as your body seemed to leave earth and come back to you all at once.

“Hope you’ve got another one in you baby” he cooed, kissing up your stomach and breasts. He finally met your mouth and even though you were already half worn out you found yourself gripping his cock in your hand again. He winced due to holding his own orgasm off and your thumb gently rolled over his tip.

“Show me what you’ve got Harrington” you were telling him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before sucking on his neck. Steve hoped you were leaving your mark and soon enough you were lining him up between your legs. You shuttered as he ran himself through your slick.

He couldn’t wait any longer and finally he was pushing himself in you, bottoming out in seconds as you fully sucked him in. He knew not to move as your mouth froze against his neck and he moved to kiss your lips, an apology and promise that it would stop hurting soon. He was in his own pain of needed relief until your hand was grazing down his bare back.

“Please move, I’m begging you” and he didn’t need to be told twice as he pulled back and slammed into you again. You moaned loudly and he quickly found his pace, moving in and out of you as best he could. Swiftly you grabbed his hands, placing them on your breasts which he didn’t hesitate to grip. He used them for balance as he slammed in and out you, massaging them and loving them as best he could. The way you were reacting made him realize this was what turned you on most, attention to your breasts. Needing to have his release soon he dipped down, removing one hand to suck at your nipple as hard as he could, hips still slamming into you. The wet heat of his mouth had you keening in seconds and you gasped out, trying your best not to yell.

“I’m coming Steve, fuck cum in me please” you begged and he almost came right there as he heard those words. In moments you were pulsating around him, clenching tightly and milking him for all he was worth. The tightness of you made him follow right after, thick ropes shooting into you. You panted heavily as you gripped his shoulders, indicating him not to move.

“I want you inside of me a little longer” you told him and he slowly eased down onto you, trying his best not to move and overstimulate you.

“Where the fuck did this behavior come from?” he asked, pressing gentle kisses to the hickeys he had littered your breasts with. He was trying his best not to get hard over the fact he was still inside of you.

“I’ve always been like this Steve” you told him, feeling him twitch inside you.

“This dirty, why haven’t we been fucking sooner?” he chuckled, mouth kissing your chin and you rolled your eyes.

“Because I don’t fuck around Steve, and I always told myself that if we did this it had to be real” and the weight of your words hit him with surprise. Yet it wasn’t the kind of surprise you had expected.

“You mean to tell me you liked me this whole time too? Then what the fuck have we been waiting for?” he groaned out and your eyes widened as you reached for him.

“You like me too?” you hopefully asked and he smiled, lifting to press his mouth to your own. You winced as he slipped out of you, no doubt a mess all over the couch that now had to be cleaned.

“Hell I love you, I’ve always loved you” he told you after a beat and you smiled up at him, realizing you should’ve read dirty books around him sooner.

“We’ll in that case, let’s do this again”

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wwilsonbarness · 7 months

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pairings: bucky barnes x reader

summary: after one date with Bucky Barnes your life takes a turn for the worst.

warnings: awkward first date (kinda), violence, angst, fluff, sexual assault (warning just in case), kidnapping, sad bucky, sad reader, sadness lol (let me know if i forgot anything pleasee)

word count: 4170

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Your pinky finger was slowly inching towards his as he walked you up the steps to your door. It had been the perfect evening, starting off with a dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city, then a couple games of mini golf followed by cheeseburgers because both of you agreed the portions at “WOZ” were nowhere near enough. You’d met Bucky through one of your friends, and if you were being honest the idea of dating an Avenger was very intimidating but she insisted you would be ‘perfect together’.

“Thank you for tonight Bucky, I had a really good time.” You’d grown more confident as the night went on but now that the date was ending you were back to your shy self. You didn’t want the night to end and even though you’d only met Bucky a few hours ago you had felt an instant connection. It really felt like how the movies made first dates look.

“I had a good time too, would..” He stops himself and you can tell he’s feeling nervous, so you smile up at him, silently asking him to continue. You see his shoulders loosen once he sees your smile, “..would you maybe wanna do this aga-..?”

“Yes.” You answer before he can even finish his sentence.

“You do?”

“I do.” You were internally beating yourself up for being so awkward but you couldn’t help but jump at the chance at seeing Bucky again. What you didn’t know that was Bucky was doing the same thing, Steve had always described him as being smooth with the ladies but right now it was like all his flirting skills had completely disappeared.

“I erm, I better get going, but I’ll call you!”

“I’ll be waiting!” You cringed at yourself, why did you have to be so awkward?

“See you doll.” Bucky flashes you a smile - which has become one of your favourite sights in the very short time you’ve known him - before he starts to walk down the steps. You wave to him as he walks away and wait until you can no longer see him before you close your door.

You drop your bag on the counter, untie your shoes and start to unzip your dress as you walk to your bedroom before a knock at your door stops you. You don’t think twice before going over and opening the knock, the only logical person it could be was Bucky. Right?

“Back alrea- Oh. Hi?” It wasn’t Bucky, it was a man with short black hair and tattoos and a black hood covering most of his face. “Can I help you?”

“You Y/N Y/L/N?” The man grunts at you in return.

“I am.. Who are you?” As soon as you answer him you regret it, it goes against every piece of advice you’d been given about being safe as a woman in the city.

“You don’t need to know who I am sweetheart.” Your heartbeat was beginning to speed up now, panic setting in fast. You try to close your door as quickly as you can but his foot stops you.

He begins to shake his head, “Uh uh, I don’t think so.” he pushes forward and you fall backwards landing on the floor.

Your eyes were beginning to well up and you were frozen in fear, this was it wasn’t it? You’re gonna die right here.

“Stop being such a baby jesus fucking christ.” He paced around your apartment a little, his jacket moving slightly which makes the gun he has in the back of his jeans become visible.

“P-Please, you can take anything you want. Just please don’t hurt me” You pleaded to him, hoping somehow there was a tiny part of him that would listen.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” You sighed deeply thinking there was a chance you’d get out of this alive, but if he wasn’t going to hurt you what was he planning to do?

“What do..what do you want from me?”

“I’m just here to take ya to the big man.”

You didn’t think you could feel any more scared than you already did, but the mention of “the big man” terrified you. Why were they targeting you?

“Do me a favour, would ya sweetheart? Stop talking.” He smirked down at you which only made you feel worse, it looked like he was enjoying this.

You were too scared to say anything else, and he was focusing on his phone instead of you. Part of you was tempted to try and escape but you were still frozen in fear, you had no defence skills and probably wouldn’t get very far and you really didn’t wanna piss this guy off anymore.

Around 10 minutes pass of you sitting on the floor, wracking your brain to find any reason as to why someone would want to kidnap you. You weren't anything special, and you hadn’t even lived in New York for that long.

“Get up. He’s ready for ya.” You get to your feet shakily and wait for him to tell you what to do next.

“Go on then.” He shoves you towards the door, and follows behind you. As you near the door you feel something hard against your back. “Make any noise and I’ll use it.” Shit. You didn’t say anything back, just nodding to show you understood.

After you get into his car he drives for what feels like hours to an underground garage, you tried to memorise the route you went but it was hopeless. You’d never been to this side of the city before. A few minutes walk later and you’re standing outside an office, you assume this is the guy who sent someone to hunt you down.

The door opens and you get pushed in, stumbling a little before you find your balance. There are two men waiting in there, who look you up and down before smirking.

“Soldier chooses them well.” The taller one says to his shorter friend.

“Sure does. Shame he’ll never see her again.”

Soldier? Are they talking about Bucky?

“What do you want from me?” You tried to keep your voice calm but you could tell it came out laced with fear.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” The shorter man walks towards you and trials his finger over the edge of your dress. “All you need to worry about is standing here and looking pretty, sweetheart.”

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On the other side of the city the soldier in question was sitting discussing ‘the best night of his life’ with Sam, who was silently judging how his friend was acting.

“And everytime she told me a joke she'd wait a couple seconds before laughing to make sure I found it funny first. And when she laughs her nose scrunches up, it’s so adorable. And everytime i told her she looked nice she’d do this thing where she bites her lip and she can’t look me in the eye. It’s ad-“

“Adorable. I get it, Buck.”

Bucky blushes as he realises how long he’d been speaking about you, but he can’t help it. He’s never met someone like you before and he can’t stop thinking about you since he left your doorstep.

“How long is an acceptable time before I call her?” Bucky knows Sam is probably sick of hearing about you but he’s Bucky’s favourite (and only) person he feels safe enough to talk to, not that he’d ever tell Sam that.

Sam looks at the imaginary watch on his wrist before answering. “Not 3 hours Buck.” A frown appears on Bucky’s face to which Sam snickers at. “I thought you were a ladies man.”

“I was. Things are different now.” Bucky tries to force a smile out but he can’t. His voice grows a lot quieter as he continues. “Do you think she doesn’t want me to call?”

“Hey, I didn’t say that! The way you’ve described the night, it sounds like she feels the same as you.”

“Hm. Maybe.”

“Buck I’m serious, I was just joking before. I’m sure she’s waiting for your call.”

“So tomorrow?” Bucky asks with his smirk growing again.

Sam laughs, “Yeah, tomorrow.”

Safe to say Bucky does not wait until tomorrow, actually he doesn’t even make it another hour before texting you.”

Hey, it’s Bucky! Sorry if this is too soon but I had a really good time tonight. We need a rematch soon!

He spent a further 2 hours staring at the screen, with every minute that passed that the message was left on ‘delivered’ he picked apart his message more. He finally locks his phone and heads to his room for the night. But not without a lecture from Sam first. “You called her didn’t you?”

“No!” Bucky rushes to defend himself. “But hypothetically if someone was to text their date 4 hours after the date. How would that look?”

“Bucky! I thought you were waiting until tomorrow.”

“I tried.”

“Has she responded?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Is this what ghosting is? Oh god. Am I being ghosted?”

“Please for the love of god stop letting Peter teach you modern slang. You’re not being ghosted, it’s late she’s probably just sleeping. Bucky looks at the clock behind Sam and sighs in relief.

“You’re right. Okay, I’m gonna sleep too.” It was nearing 3am, no wonder you haven't replied to him he thought to himself.

Bucky gets around 4 hours of sleep before he gets woken up by his phone ringing. He answers it without looking at who it is. “You’ve got 3 hours to give me back my brother, or else your girl gets a bullet through her pretty little face.”

That wakes Bucky up faster than he ever has before. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You heard me, Soldier. Clock’s ticking.” The call ends.

Bucky freezes for a second trying to gain a little bit of understanding of what the fuck just happened. He pulls on the first piece of clothing he can find and runs towards the common room, hoping to find someone who can help him. Luckily the whole team is there, which is strange, normally the only time that happens is when there’s a mission going on.

Before Bucky can even begin to explain what’s happening, Fury pipes up. “Barnes, what do you know about a Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Fuck!” This means he wasn’t imagining that phone call. We had one date, literally just last night. What the fuck is going on?”

Half of the team moves so Bucky can see the big screen, and on it there’s a blown up picture of you, tied to a seat. Your dress is ripped, there’s blood dripping down the side of your face and your eyes are red, as if you’d been crying non stop for hours. Bucky walks slowly towards the screen and stops for a second to take in the picture, and almost instantly his brain switches to fighter mode.

“What do we know?”

“Bucky, maybe you should sit this one out.” Sam tries to reason with him, but Bucky doesn’t listen.

“What the fuck do we know?”

Fury begins to tell Bucky all the information they have. “It seems your girlfriend wa-“

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Bucky wishes that statement wasn’t true, he wishes he could say you were his girl, but after this he was 100% sure that would never be the case.

“Okay.” Nick continues, wary of pissing Bucky off any more. “It seems Ms Y/L/N was taken from her home at around 11.30 last night. Her neighbours report seeing a black Audi sitting outside her apartment before she got home and say it left 30 minutes after you dropped her off. There’s no cameras in the area, her phone was left in her apartment so there is no way of tracking her. And just 30 minutes ago this picture was sent to my email. Along with a threat to her life if Zemo is not released from the raft in 3 hours.”

Bucky tries to process all the information, you were taken just 30 minutes after he left? Guilt. Zemo has a brother? Anger. They were threatening to kill you? Fear.

“I got a phone call a few minutes ago, said the same thing. Any leads on who this bastard is?”

“None. No one is aware of Zemo having a brother.”

Bucky nods along, “What’s the plan?”

“You said you got a call? We’ll get tech to try and track it..” Nat suggests, knowing it most likely won’t work but it’s their best bet right now. “..and when they call again at least we’ll be ready to track it.”

“You think they’re gonna be dumb enough to leave a trace?” Bucky snapped at Nat.

“It’s all we’ve got, Bucky. Look, we know you had some sort of relationship with this girl but you need to stay calm.”

“I’m trying.” Bucky’s voice breaks a little, showing everyone how he is really feeling.

A couple minutes pass of everyone thinking the same thing but being too afraid to say it, until Fury finally breaks the silence. “There’s no way we can let Zemo out.”

Bucky knows there’s no logical reason for them to listen to your kidnappers demands, he knows majority of the time they never stick to them, but the thought of you getting hurt anymore was too much to handle.

“You’re just gonna let her die?” He shouts across the table.

“Barnes I suggest you calm down or I’ll remove your clearance for this mission.” Bucky nods, knowing the best thing he can do right now is keep as calm as possible, panic will only make things worse. “As I was saying, I’m not willing to release Zemo from the raft, but we can make this brother of his think we are. When he next contacts us, we’ll let him believe we’re following what he is asking of us. Everyone got it?”

The room fills with a mix of mumbles, mostly consisting of ‘yes sirs’ and ‘got it’s’. Bucky stays silent. He’d finally found a girl he liked and she ends up in this situation, the guilt he was feeling was worse than anything he’d ever felt before, including the years of physical and mental trauma he’s been through.

Sam’s soft voice breaks him out of his thoughts, “Buck? You okay?” For the first time since he learned of your danger Bucky’s face softens, and his eyes begin to grow wet.

“I don’t wanna lose her Sam.” Sam might not understand how Bucky feels this strongly about you in such a short amount of time but one thing he understands is that you are important to Bucky and that means you are important to him.

“We’ll get her back. Come on. Let’s suit up so we’re ready.”

—--

You made the mistake of asking for some water which resulted in you being slapped across the face with the back of a gun and tied up on a rickety old chair .You hadn’t spoken since. You’d accepted that it was just a matter of time before they killed you and part of you just wanted them to get it over with. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop the tears falling down your cheeks and these men did not like that at all.

“Tell me again why we’re keeping her alive? Her crying is starting to get real boring.” One guy asks the other.

“Just shut her up will ya? I need to call them again” You try so hard to stop yourself from whimpering but the pain from the rope around your hands and the ache in your head hurts so bad and a couple of seconds later a rag is being stuffed in your mouth.

“Darling.. You get what this means?” He lifts his gun up and trails it along the side of your face. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” You hold your breath, terrified that even a slight movement will make things worse. “Good girl.” His smile, it’s something you don’t think you’ll ever forget if you make it out of here alive.

The other man dials a number and puts it on speaker. “You got my brother yet?”

“He’s on his way to us. First we need some proof that Y/N is still alive.”

The man walks over to you slowly and takes the rag slightly out your mouth. “Tell them sweetheart.” You couldn't answer even if you wanted to, the fear being too much. He whips his gun against your head again making you cry out again. “Don’t make me ask again.”

“I.. I’m alive.” You had no idea who you were talking to, it was a voice you didn’t recognise but one you’d never forget, maybe, just maybe they’d be the one who saved you.

—---

“I.. I’m alive.” Bucky nearly breaks down right there at the sound of your voice, Sam's hand lands on his shoulder and squeezes gently.

“Why are you doing this?” Fury asks, he doesn’t really care why, he knows people like these guys have no moral compass but he’s trying to make the call last as long as he can so they can track it.

“You took my brother away from me, I’m only getting him back.”

“At the cost of an innocent life?”

“You mean her?” He scoffs. “Can’t be that innocent if she's dating the winter soldier.” Sam can feel Bucky’s shoulders tense under his touch at the mention of his past life. “Stop wasting my time, just get my brother back to me. I’ll send you an address in 1 hour. Be there or the girl dies.” The call ends before Fury can reply.

“We got them!” An agent Bucky doesn’t know shouts up from the back of the room. “Sir, we’ve got them.”

Bucky immediately makes his way over to where the agent is sitting and tries to read the computer but has no luck, it’s all in code. “Where is she?”

“Water Crescent Garage, on the other side of the city.” She replies, as she continues typing. “The jet will get you there in 15 minutes.”

“Let’s go.” Bucky’s out of the room before anyone can respond, running through the halls and reaching the jet before anyone else.

“Barnes, I’ll remind you. Stay calm or you’re off.”

“I know. I’m calm” He was most certainly calm. “Can we please just go?” His voice is dripping in desperation, he just wants you safe.

—-------

“Looks like Soldier wants you back, hmm?” The taller guy asks you, knowing you can’t answer him. “Maybe I’ll see what he’s getting every night huh?” He begins to run his fingers over your bare shoulder, nearing your neck and beginning to squeeze slightly. You try to move away but the rope keeps you in place. “This what he likes doing to you? He likes having control? He likes to own you?” He brings his other hand towards the zip on the side of your dress before an alarm stops him. He looks around to the other guy in the room. “Stay with her. I’ll go.”

The other guy grunts in response. Once the taller guy has left he walks towards you, gun in his hand. “You better hope your boyfriend isn’t trying something sweetheart. It won’t end well.” You don’t understand why these guys think you and Bucky were so serious, you’d only had one date.

You start to hear gunshots in the distance, getting closer and closer to you every second. You were praying the good guys were winning and that they were here to save you.

A few minutes pass when the door to your room bursts open and none other than Captain America himself walks in. It takes him less than 15 seconds to disarm and knock out the guy who was left with you, although it feels like longer for you. “Buck, I’ve got her.” He walks over to you and removes the cloth in your mouth.

Bucky was here. “Bucky?”

“Hey Y/N, I’m here to help okay?” He begins to untie the rope around your hands, careful to not hurt you. “Bucky’s on his way. It’s over.”

As Sam was untying your feet Bucky runs into the room and rushes over to you. His heart breaks when he sees you upclose. Your cheeks that were so rosy just last night were now white as a ghost, your lips once red were now blue and bruised, the sparkle he had just seen hours ago in your eyes was now replaced with fear.

You stand up with the help of Sam and look towards Bucky.

“Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Sam, call the doc, let her know we’re coming.” Bucky's eyes are moving around your body, scouting out every injury he can find and taking note of it.

The only thing you can bring yourself to say is thank you, your lip wobbles as you say it and your voice is shaky with each word but Bucky understands. “Tha.. Thank you for saving me.”

He slowly reaches out to hold you against him, giving you enough time to tell him to stop if you want to. He wraps his arm around you, carefully avoiding anywhere that looks injured. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why they came after you. I promise as soon as I found out what was happening I started looking for you. I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, he doesn't owe you an apology, none of this was his fault. The motion only makes you feel nauseous, and you feel as if you might throw up if you move anymore. “I can’t. I can’t.. I feel sick.” Bucky stops as soon as you ask.

“Can I carry you?”

“Please.” You were embarrassed to be feeling this weak but he didn’t seem bothered by it. He just seemed sad.

—---

After you get seen by the avenger’s doctor and prescribed some pretty strong painkillers you finally arrive home. Bucky tried to get you to stay in for longer, he was worried you would be feeling worse once the shock had worn off but you insisted on coming home. You needed to be in your own space.

“I’ll make you some food, you wanna get changed out of those?” You weren’t really hungry but you couldn't bring yourself to say no. You did want to badly get changed out of the clothes Natasha had lent you, they were very tight.

“Thank you.”

Bucky wanted to tell you to stop thanking him, you should be angry at him and it was killing him that you were treating him with so much kindness after everything you’d been through at his fault.

Bucky makes you a sandwich, knowing you probably wouldn't be too hungry. “It’s just to get some food in you. Some water too.” He said as he handed you a plate and glass of water.

The next words that left Bucky’s mouth were ones he’d never wanted to say but it didn’t feel right staying with you after what he’d put you through. “Do you need anything else before I go?”

You nearly choke as you swallow that bite. He gets down to his knee and looks up at you. “You okay?” You immediately start crying, not even trying to hide it. “Hey, what's wrong?” You hadn’t been apart from Bucky since he found you, and now that he was leaving you felt so scared again.

“I don’t wanna be alone.” His heart breaks again at how soft your voice comes out, almost as if you were afraid to speak.

He wants nothing more than to stay with you, keep you safe but he feels that with every second he spends with you the more you'll be at risk.

“Is there anyone I can call to stay with you?”

“Could you?” You almost whisper to him.

“What was that?” He asks softly.

“Could you stay?”

“You really want me to?”

“I do.”

He almost, almost says yes before he remembers how you looked when he found you in that room. He stands up and backs away a little. “I don’t think I should.”

You try to stand up and walk towards him but get a bit dizzy as you do, grabbing onto his arm for balance. “Why not?”

“Doll, sit down.” He guides you gently back onto the couch. “It’s my fault you got hurt.”

“No Bucky, that’s not true. I really like you Bucky, and whilst this may not have been the second date we had in mind, I don’t want to lose you. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“I never said I didn't feel the same way, I just.. I just can't put you in any more danger.”

“The way I see it, you saved me from danger. And I know now that you’ll always be there to save me. Please stay?” He nods.

“You’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay.”

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Steddie Week Day 4:

Familiar / Hurt/Comfort / Here Come the Tears by Judas Priest

Eddie and Steve had never been close before the world went to hell. They’d known of each other, as everyone knows everyone in small town, middle America. They’d gone to the same school, smoked behind the same abandoned buildings and knew all the best places to make the worst decisions, but they hadn’t done it together. They were disparate figures, drifting around each other’s edges. That all changed in 1986 when through fate or chance the two boys had been flung together.

By the summer of 1988, they’d grown into and around each other like vines beneath forest foliage. They’d become inseparable, familiar. Steve showed up outside the garage at closing time, the Beamer tearing down the gravel path, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. When Robin and the kids weren’t around, Steve drove fast, throwing caution to the wind. No one else knew that about him. Eddie did.

He didn’t know what to do with all of the pieces of Steve that were uniquely his. He felt the illogical urge to write them down, catalogue each one as though designing a character for a new campaign. He wanted a record of each minute detail of Steve.

“Your yuppie boyfriend’s tearin’ up the drive again, Manson,” Eddie's boss, Frankie, hollered from his spot behind the service desk.

In the year he’d worked at the garage, he’d never seen the guy move from behind his desk, yet his hands were always grease-stained. Eddie hated his boss, but the job paid well enough. He was saving up to high tail it out of Hawkins, where nicknames like ‘The Freak’, and Frankie’s newest addition ‘Manson’, as in that Manson, the one with the cult in the 60s, weren’t so widespread.

“I was off twenty minutes ago, Frankenstein. You want him to stop kickin’ up dust you could just let me off on time,” Eddie grumbled, grabbing a spare rag and trying to scrub the worst of the grease and engine gunk from his hands and overalls.

“You think that carburettor was going to replace itself? You wanna finish on time? Work faster,” Frankie noted, punctuating his point by kicking his feet across the desk. Charming.

Eddie made his way to the car, drummed his knuckles against the passenger door and waited as Steve leaned over to push it open, his precious seats covered haphazardly with one of Eddie’s ruined bandannas. This was their habit, how the two worked. Steve was wearing sunglasses, which usually meant he was fighting off a migraine. They’d been more frequent in recent months. Eddie blamed the hot weather.

“How was your day?” Steve asked, starting the car.

Eddie flopped into the passenger seat and groaned. He let his body lay slack and boneless as the leather seats cradled him and the cool air from the A.C. took his breath away.

“That good, huh?”

“Everyone’s cars decided to break down on the hottest day of the year and Frankenstein’s still giving me shit about being a cult leader. I think the dude used to hold out hope for you since you were the town's golden boy, but now he thinks there’s some kind of Stepford wife thing going on.”

Steve snorted as he turned onto the familiar street leading to The Harringtons’ house.

“I saw Dustin today. The kid wanted me to remind you, you’re picking the twerps up on Monday,” Steve informed, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. The guy had no sense of rhythm, but Eddie never had the heart to tell him.

“Remind me why you can’t,” Eddie muttered as Steve’s house came into view.

“Because I work late and you get off by two.”

“I thought you said my van was a ‘death trap’. I could always take your car,” Eddie proposed with a devilish smirk.

That car was Steve’s baby. Not even he was allowed to drive it, save that one night in Indianapolis when Steve was drunk and Robin broke her wrist. They’d spent five hours together in the emergency room. It’d brought back all the wrong kind of memories for Steve and Eddie could tell.

Steve and Eddie talked about everything except Eddie’s stay in hospital and defining the liminal space between platonic and romantic, their relationship had been drifting for the past six months.

“In your dreams, Munson. You staying at mine tonight?” Steve asked, pulling up and walking around to open Eddie’s door for him.

He always made excuses about Eddie getting engine oil all over the passenger door, but he thought Steve liked playing chivalrous in the same way he liked playing up his less-than-stellar reputation.

Steve kept asking him to spend the night. Eddie had his own drawer in Steve’s room. He couldn’t help but feel like he was asking him to move in. Eddie kept turning him down, not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life in Hawkins, even if it was with Steve. He’d tried to convince himself he’d be able to do it, so they could get out of their goddamn stalemate and get on with the rest of their lives. Yet, Hawkins had always been inhospitable for the likes of people like him and the person Steve was becoming.

“If you’re cookin,” Eddie agreed, unbuttoning his overalls.

By the time Steve found his keys, Eddie had managed to strip the sweat-slicked clothes from his body and dumped them unceremoniously on the front stoop. The good thing about rich people’s houses? No neighbours for miles.

They followed the same old routines. Eddie made his way upstairs to shower while Steve started prepping for dinner. Once Eddie didn’t smell like the inside of a boys' locker room, he returned to find Steve spaced out in the kitchen.

Eddie’s heart was a hummingbird in flight. Steve’s body was stock still, his eyes a thousand miles away.

“Steve,” Eddie breathed, signalling his approach.

He tried to focus on the kitchen. This wasn’t two years ago. Vecna was dead.

He laced his fingers into the crook of Steve’s elbow and finally caught the boy’s attention, the pot on the stove having boiled dry.

“Migraine?” Eddie asked as Steve’s eyes snapped shut, frown lines marring the landscape of his forehead.

“Yeah,” Steve confirmed through gritted teeth as Eddie guided him to the couch, switching off the lights on the way.

“Looks like you’re going to have to put up with the Munson special then, eggs on toast,” He breathed, sitting down beside Steve and guiding his head into his lap.

He’d sat through a couple of Steve’s migraines. Sometimes they were fast and painless as a sun shower, other times he’d spend hours disorientated and puking up his guts. There wasn’t much Eddie could do for him, but sit there and be with him for it. In sickness and in health, all that crap. Eddie wasn’t sure when he’d become close enough to Steve that he’d sit through anything with him, but he knew now he would.

“Stevie, you know when I get outta this hellhole, I’m taking you with me, right?” Eddie breathed, feeling the sudden need for candour.

Sometime in the space between getting to know Steve and getting to love Steve, they’d crossed the line from familiar to familial.

Steve’s face nudged against Eddie’s palm, his forehead beaded with sweat.

“I’d like that,” he confirmed.

“We’d have to take Robin with us, though,” Steve added after a beat, causing Eddie to let out a breathy chuckle and dip down to press their foreheads together.

“Fine by me, long as you’re there.”

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Robin takes the bag of frozen peas from Steve with a silent thank you. Wrapping it with a tea towel and resting it gently against her throat. Hoping that the swelling would go down and the bruise would fade fast, even though she knew that it wouldn't.

It could be worse. She could have broken bones like Max or torn skin like Steve and Eddie. She could have stopped being able to breathe for more than a few seconds. She could be dead.

Instead, here she is nursing her wounds, as they were, with her best friend who is severely worse than her looking after her. Not in a hospital, but in his house. Because her parents don't need to know this happened to her. The same way she hid the burns from the rope that bound her wrists in the bunker. She'll hide this from them too.

Steve has his own frozen bag of vegetables to his neck, leaning back on the couch to alleviate some of the pressure on his abdomen. Heavily bandaged abdomen. They probably should have gone to a hospital, seen if he needed stitches. But the stubborn asshole didn't want to go, so they didn't. Claimed he could take care of it himself. He always did.

"Is this what it's like?" Robin asks, voice raspy and weak. "Frozen vegetables and empty houses. No doctors hovering over you or government agents secretly experimenting on you."

Steve lets out a small grunt, shifting himself to look at her better. "Pretty much."

Robin snorts, wincing a bit when she does. "Now I know what the great Steve Harrington uses as a cure after battle. Frozen vegetables. What would the people say?"

"That I should go to a hospital, probably," he replies, exhausted.

"At least there's no concussion this time. Or black eye. Nothing messing up this pretty face," she pokes his cheek gently. "You should really see someone about the bites though. Make sure they're not infected."

Steve tries to swallow without wincing. "I know. Just needed a moment to breathe. Too many people at hospitals."

She knows what he means. After the past week, they needed a night before the craziness continued. Until life was forced to move without them wanting it to. Where the consequences came and reality sat in. Where people almost lost were slowly brought back, and they were forced to move on like nothing happened.

They had the scars to remind them. The nightmares. The anxieties that never went away. Their lives were changed. Things can't just revert back to the factory setting.

"How have you done this four times?" Robin asks without really wanting to know the answer. "I can barely wrap my head around doing it twice, let alone four."

"The first time didn't really count," he mumbles. "I just came in at the end. As for the others, you just get used to it. Weird shit shows up, you hit it with something, and it goes away. Until it doesn't."

Robin lets out a long breath. "Sounds like shit."

"It is." His eyes fight to stay open, head halfway fallen onto her shoulder.

"I'll take first watch, you need your sleep." She'll probably crash right after him, but he didn't need to know that. She could be the strong one for a second if it meant he could rest.

Steve takes a deep breath. "You sure."

Robin grabs his wrist, absentmindedly feeling for his pulse. Half relieved when it still thumps under her fingers at a normal rhythm. "Yeah. Get some sleep, you deserve it."

"Thanks. Wake me up if anything happens." He barely finishes the last sentence, eyes finally closing and breaths slowing to a soft, even pace. Robin still able to feel the thumping of his veins through her fingers.

For a brief moment, she can pretend that this is all normal. That this was just a normal night where she and her best friend fell asleep on the couch after watching a movie. After a totally normal night of fun, that didn't risk their lives.

Where there wasn't a bat full of nails resting against the coffee table. Or an ax somewhere in the kitchen waiting to be cleaned. Where she isn't counting the seconds between his breaths or making sure his heart is still pumping. Making sure he's still alive.

Where she'd be able to fall asleep and not risk waking up screaming. Covered in sweat and barely able to breathe. Her wrists wouldn't hurt and her throat wouldn't burn with every breath.

The now warm bag of peas falls off her neck as she leans back. She takes it off and places it to the side, along with Steve's. Pulls him a little closer so he knows that he's not alone. And she does too.

Then finally, she falls asleep. Hoping tomorrow the sun will rise on a better day than today. Time will move on and people will get better. And she'll never have to go through this again.

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eufezco · 2 years

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IM ALL IN FOR YOUR STRANGER THINGS ERA 🫶🏻🫶🏻 if you want to and can could you write something where billy is dating the good girl from school and everyone tells her that he’ll break her heart bc it’s billy hargrove but in reality billy wants something serious with her

AAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY 🫶🏻

Everyone in the high school parking lot stared at Billy's car as he parked. He's been the center of attention since he arrived at Hawkins two years ago. "What time do you finish? I'll come to pick you up." Billy fixed his hair looking at his reflection in the car mirror, you looked at your feet, your cheeks growing hot as you felt everyone's eyes on you two. "At 5 pm." Your boyfriend hummed. "I'll be here at 4:30." He leaned to you and kissed your cheek. "Let's go." Billy got out of the car and so you did, noticing how all the girls were checking out your boyfriend, which you didn't blame them for. Billy approached you and hugged your waist with one of his arms, letting those girls know that he was already taken. You took advantage of his movement and got closer to him, practically hiding on one side of his body.

When you entered the high school, you needed to part your ways because Billy had to go to the gym and you had maths. "I'll see you later, beautiful." He cupped both of your cheeks and gave a sweet kiss to your lips. You showed him a little smile and he left. You pressed your books against your chest as you walked down the hallway. "Y/n!" You heard a voice calling your name behind you, you stopped and turned around to find Nancy walking towards you. "Hey Nance." She had maths too so you both went to the classroom together talking about your final exams, about the school newspaper, but Nancy seemed worried to you. As if she needed to let something out. "Y/n, I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah, sure, what is it?"

"Are you dating Billy? Billy Hargrove?" The question surprised you because at this point you assumed everybody knew. You nodded. The girl was also surprised because how can someone like you be dating someone like him. She thought of the best way to tell you this. Her opinion of Billy was based on how she knew he had treated other girls. He used them. He was mean, rude, an asshole she might say. "Can I tell you something? As a friend?" You nodded again, wanting to hear what she had to say because you trusted Nancy. "I don't think he's good for you."

"He is good. Billy is the best, he-" You firmly confirmed to her. Nancy shook her head. "You might think he is, but he's using you y/n. And when he's done with you, he will ditch you like he has done with plenty of girls before." Your heart hurt, and your eyes started to get glossy with tears. Thinking you were just another one of all the girls he'd been with hurt your feelings, even more, when Nancy was the one making you doubt this hard of your relationship. "I'm sorry, y/n." Her hand landed on the lower part of your back. You shook your head, wiping away your tears. You didn't say anything else besides 'it's okay’.

Apparently, Nancy told Steve who sat with you and Nancy during lunchtime to talk to you. Thanks to that, Jonathan also found out, and you've never seen him and Steve agree on one thing except for their opinions on your boyfriend. "We're keeping you from getting your heart broken, y/n." Jonathan was trying to find your gaze as he put his hand on yours, but your eyes were focused on your food. Getting your heartbroken, again. You didn't want that to happen. "I gotta go." You announced and left the table, your three friends looking at you as you left.

Your last classes were long and slow for you. You avoided them succesfully for the rest of the day until it was finally 5 pm. Your feet walked fast to Billy's car. He was leaning against the trunk, smoking and waiting for you. He stepped on the cigarette when he saw you, that playful smirk of his showing up on his lips, but the moment Billy saw your face, it disappeared. You went directly to his chest, hiding your face there. At first, Billy stood there with his arms open, not hugging you because of the surprise. However, when he realized you were sobbing, both of his arms wrapped around your body. "What happened?" One of his hands went to the back of your head, Billy clenching his jaw to the people watching and looking for anyone with guilt on their face, trying to find if someone had made you cry. "What happened, y/n? You have to tell me or I won't be able to help you."

"Can we just leave?" His hands found their way to your cheeks as he nodded, his eyebrows arched, showing you the compassion you needed. Billy wiped away your tears and looked into your sad eyes. He had never hated something so much as seeing the sadness in your bright eyes. He let you go and went into the car.

Billy drove in silence, with one of his hands on your lap holding yours until he parked in front of your house. "Okay, now you gotta tell me what happened." That's when you started crying again, your hands covering your face as Billy turned his body to you. He had never known how to act when people cried in front of him because when he was a child, his father would let him cry all day long until his throat bled. But with you, it was so smooth, his reactions were so pure, Billy didn't even need to think. He took your shaking hands away from your face and held them firmly between his. "I don't want to be just another one for you."

"What?" Billy was confused. "You've been with a lot of girls and- and I don't want to be another one of them."

"That's not like that. We're dating. You and I are dating. Do you know when was the last time I dated someone? In elementary school. What I've had with other girls it's nothing like what we have. You're the only one for me." You sobbed on last time, cleaning your nose with your jacket cuff. He didn't want to think about who could have possibly put those thoughts in your head because he wanted to focus on you now. Billy leaned even more and kissed your lips, tasting your salty tears on them. "You are the only one for me." He repeated one more time, making you smile shyly.

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Steddie Notes Part 4 (Welcome to Steve's POV)

CW//small instance that could be viewed as internalized homophobia

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

In the bottom of Steve’s closet is a Nike shoe box. It’s full of a year’s worth of torn notebook pages, paper menus, receipts, envelopes, sticky notes, notepad sheets, invoice carbon copies, discarded things from dnd, and whatever else they could find to write on.

It's this box that contains every bit of Steve’s heart.

✏️✏️✏️✏️

Steve’s at the school to pick up Dustin, Mike and Lucas, but they don’t appear at 9pm on the dot like they promised. Grumbling and annoyed, Steve heads down to the drama club room.

He hears Eddie’s voice even before he walks into the room. The low baritone, all husky and threatening, sends shivers down Steve’s spine.

Steve strides into the room, ready to berate his kids for their tardiness, but he stops literally in his tracks when he sees Eddie. Eddie looming over the table, all that long curly hair framing his face; his expression uncharacteristically dangerous, his eyes flat and promising violence.

He can’t do anything but stare, mouth shocked wide. Eddie lifts his gaze, locks it on Steve. Eddie’s looking at him with such intense command, such focus, that Steve knows he’d drop to his knees for that look, give Eddie anything he asked, everything.

He wants. So hard and so fast it makes him a little nauseous.

Eddie’s gaze flicks away, while Steve reels from the striking clarity of feeling that rewrites the year of their friendship frame-by-frame.

Steve hardly listens, still trying to come to terms with his sudden realization, with how right it is, with how obvious it’s been this whole time. He remembers, after Starcourt, the way Eddie made him feel safe, cared for. The way Eddie calling him baby echoed for hours, days, weeks after.

Of course Eddie doesn’t miss Steve's distraction. He leans into Steve's space, murmuring softly, “You okay, sweetheart? Sorry we ran late. Lost track of time.”

“Just tired, I guess.," he says. And he is distinctly not okay, because Eddie is calling him sweetheart and how did it take him this long to realize how much he loves the pet names?

He tries to tell Eddie. Can’t. Too afraid of losing his friend. He keeps going out with girls; nice girls, pretty girls, but wishes that Eddie was the one sitting beside him in the movie theater, in the passenger side of his car, across from him at the restaurant.

Eddie…I think I really like you

You’re my favorite person in the entire world

Some days you’re the only thing I can think about

I want to wake up in bed with you everyday

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you

Do you like me? Yes or No

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Steve’s in the Wheeler’s basement, leaning against Eddie's shoulder, waiting for the kids to finish up.

“What are they talking about?” He scribbles at the edge of Eddie’s campaign notes.

Eddie scowls at the note placement, responds anyway.

“Halloween costumes.”

“Wanna dress up together, Munson?”

“No way, Harrington, I’m not dressing up as Danny Zuko for you.”

“…obviously you’re Sandy.”

Eddie makes an offended noise.

“I could do end of the movie Sandy. But face it, baby, you’re the pretty, fresh-faced innocent and I’m the bad boy.”

Steve strangles back the sound he wants to make when his brain supplies him with an image of Eddie in those black, skin-tight pants.

“I could be a bad boy.”

Before Eddie can reply, the kids start shouting, and Eddie climbs on the wobbling card table, clapping his hands for attention.

“Jesus, Eds." He grabs Eddie’s ankle to keep him stable.

“I think a trip to the pumpkin patch is in order, what say you?”

There’s a blip where the whole room stills, every single one of them, aside from Eddie, remembering rotted fields and fetid tunnels filled with Upside Down spores and demo dogs.

“Oh, yeah, we don’t go to the pumpkin patch anymore. You know, since the tunnels—”

Steve shoots Dustin the most intense silencing looks he’s ever given anyone, which is really saying something.

They’d agreed, back in July that they would never tell Eddie what really happened at the mall. Eddie is too good, too gentle, brimming with too much pure kindness for Steve to want him anywhere near the Upside Down.

Eddie cackles. “Tunnels, Henderson?”

Lucas laughs, says, “He means the maze. Don’t you remember? They set it up one time a few years ago.”

“We got really lost. Took us hours to find the exit,” Dustin adds.

“Mike cried,” Lucas says.

“Hey! I did not!”

Mike’s anger at fake crying about a made-up crisis is enough to have them all in stitches, even Eddie who doesn’t know it’s a lie.

“What about that apple orchard?” Steve suggests.

Eddie pokes him in the cheek, excited. “Ooh, yes, apple orchard!?”

✏️✏️✏️✏️

The orchard is a mad dash of fighting over wheelbarrows, shrieking sprints into the trees, Steve stressing at the kids throwing themselves across branches with zero regard for personal safety.

Eddie nearly sends him into a coronary at the ripe old age of 19 by walking down a branch like he’s doing a tightrope.

“Munson! Get your ass down from there!”

“I’m fine, Stevie! I’ve got reflexes like a cat.”

“The hell you do!” Steve shouts as Eddie wobbles.

“Don’t worry, baby, I know you’ll always catch me,” Eddie yells back. He winks and Steve blushes about all of it.

“You’ll just get us both hurt,” he says right as Eddie shimmies easily back to the ground.

“You worry too much,” he scolds. “All this beautiful hair is going to go grey,” Eddie shuffles his fingers through the strands.

“You’re a menace,” he growls. Pushes Eddie playfully away.

They pick apples and drink cider and it’s the best time Steve’s had in a while. He kids are spread out around him, Eddie and Robin on the quest for an apple that’s perfectly red, like you could poison Snow White with it, and he’s content. Happy.

He lets himself bask in the moment, but it’s cut short by a familiar whooping yell and the crash of Eddie Munson clinging to his back.

He groans, almost loses his footing, but quickly hoists Eddie’s legs higher against his sides.

He runs and Eddie screams, giggling, and clutches his fists into the fabric of Steve’s sweater.

“Can’t believe you caught me, sweetheart,” Eddie says once Steve slows to a walk.

“I’ll always catch you, Eds,” he promises.

Eddie makes a little noise, almost like a whimper, pressing his cheek against Steve’s.

And for just a second, the barest hint of a moment in time, Steve swears he feels Eddie’s lips pressed against the sensitive skin right beneath his ear.

It’s right then that Steve knows he doesn’t just like Eddie. No, he’s positively, totally, and completely in love with him.

(Part 5)

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wroteclassicaly · 11 months

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ur piss kink thoughts. oh my god /pos

— @inkluvs (ivy)

Oh my god… Well, this took on a mind of its own… I’ll have to release my other full length fic w/ this kink someday! I hope you enjoy it!? Tysm for the ask! And these are just some headcanons of what I think. Idk if Steve would be as into it as Eddie, but I think he’d be down for it in the long run, especially if his partner is! And there’s something so much more wild about this kink with Stevie boy!

I’m so going to hell… 🙊

~*~

Warnings: Language, smut, vaginal fingering, references to masturbation, oral & vaginal sex, piss kink/watersports, and overall NSFW content!

The first time that it happened, it was an accident. Steve was fucking into you at a relentless pace with his fingers, curling into that spot. Having been unable to wait to have you, and you thinking you’d be able to get home and pee, then shower, before seeing him later in the evening — to say you had been shocked when he showed up to give you a ride instead of your coworker, that was an understatement. You couldn’t deny him, as you wanted him just as bad. However, you were clenching and holding vice onto muscles in your pelvic floor and thighs, berating yourself for not going before you left the building. And there in an abandoned parking lot, with your boyfriend’s insanely thick fingers inside of you — you were about to have a big problem.

“Steve…”

“Mhm, honey. So wet and warm for me. Waited all day for you, for this. Never can believe it’s real —“

“Steve, stop,” you’d warned him.

That throaty laugh occurred, but he then looked at you in concern. Your eyes were still glazed over, your legs wide open. But something was off. He makes the mistake of moving one finger against your sopping walls, meaning to pull his digits out, and it was happening.

“Please, I —“ Is all you got out before the first spray of yellow liquid is coating his hand and the leather of the seat below, even splashing onto your panties and jeans around your ankles, pooling onto the floor board.

With the fabric of your clothing in the way, you couldn’t close your legs fast enough, so you attempted to bear down and hold the rest, eyes glistening with tears, throat damp with embarrassment. It’s silent, the lights glittering from the street lamps and reflecting the crystal of his car’s windshield. And… part of the mess you had made. You didn’t waste a second, trying to reach for your clothing in hasty retreat.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I tried to stop it. I’m fucking disgusting, I know. Just take me home now, or I’ll walk —“

“Honey. Can you calm down for me for a minute? A second, maybe?” The raspy break in his voice had you looking through your panicked babble, directly at him.

You weren’t prepared to see him with a palm over his swollen denim bulge. He was hard before, yeah, but seeing you let go like that, it was so… raw. He was aching tremendously against his zipper, finger hovering above his belt buckle. Wait, was he… He was into this?

“You’re not mad?” You swallowed harshly, watching in slow motion as his hand moved to cup your damp cunt, not oblivious to the mixture of piss and cream that had dripped out of you.

He shakes those beautiful tresses. “You didn’t finish, did you?”

“I didn’t come, no, but that’s okay —“

“Baby. S’ not what I mean.” His jugular bobbled along a harsh intake of air, then he questioned you. “You still have to pee, right?”

“Well… Yeah, but I can hold the rest —“ The burning inside your body was scorching you. Unprepared is a comedic term for your reaction to his next wonder, your jaw nearly unhinging with a snap.

“Finish for me. Can you do that? While I touch you some more?”

Your eyes had widened and he almost backed out, but didn’t. He trusted you, both of you mostly in synch on things, especially in the bedroom. You were into this too, if any indication by your expelled pant and thighs trapping his wrist.

“But your car —“

“Can be cleaned, baby.”

And that was how it started, more or less. His hand fisting his fat cock as he fingered you to orgasm, all the while you pissed down his wrist and soaked the car his daddy bought for him when he was King Steve, and you were in different circles.

~*~

- King Steve would’ve been into it too, let’s be honest. Marking you, claiming you, humiliating you. He’d have you begging him to piss on or in you — your cunt, ass, and mouth. He owns you.

- When Steve became softer, he was so much more open about liking it, about how it turns both of you on.

- He would piss on you in public settings, have you pee on him, followed by orgasms that left you both breathless after.

- If you acted like a brat, you knew the special punishment he was concocting, what it would contain.

- He loves to make you hold it and watch how he can test your limits before your burst. Your cute shame makes his balls drawl up.

- Isn’t afraid to lick you clean. If he’s feeling bold, if you’re both comfortable — he’ll let it come directly from the source. (This man bit into the flesh and blood of an underworld creature, so who cares about a little piss from the partner he simps over?)

- Asked you to soak his parents staircase and bed before.

- Asks if he can watch you go.

- Gets this look in his eyes when he wants it. “Brought some stuff.” And it’s a towel and wet wipes. That’s the tell-tale sign.

- You peed on his chest and soaked the chest hair and he came untouched one time… Then asked him to piss on your tits.

- Your favorite thing is holding yourself open as he relieves himself on your clit and wet cunt. He uses it to rub you to your climax after.

- Another thing you both favor, is when he pisses inside of you (his personal favorite), as he’s fucking you, and when you go as he fingers you or touches you.

- Likes to come in and pee through your legs while you’re using the restroom. One time, he even had you straddle him as you both went. It was messy, but you tried, and you loved it.

- Jerks himself off beneath the spray of you. You touch yourself as he uses you too.

• I’m sure I have more, but my brain is on nasty overload rn. I’m hiding in shame now 😭

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BETRAYAL !

— “AND I HELD YOUR HAND THROUGH ALL OF THESE YEARS, BUT YOU STILL HAVE.. ALL OF ME.”

pairing; billy loomis x fem!reader

summary; what if your biggest betrayal was by someone you’d held the hand of for so many years? billy loomis was supposed to be a pleasant never ending dream, not a soon to be distant memory turned into your one, true nightmare. (reader is replacing the role of sidney)

author’s note: HI. (i was half asleep whilst writing this and found it in my drafts. fuck knows where i was going with it. after reading it, i’m gonna guess it’s something about the whole ‘betrayal’ thing and the reader not knowing the darker truth behind billy’s motive if he is actually the killer? little does she know lmao. but anyway, take this whilst i go finish some requests and write other content. more reqs are open as always. even when i’m busy, i like writing requests here and there. or i’ll leave them for a bit and come back to em! enjoy this fic that i honestly don’t know why my half asleep self wrote💀)

PLEASE DON’T READ IF MENTIONS OF BETRAYAL, DEATH, OR ANYTHING HORROR RELATED AFFECTS YOU!!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A shiver ran down your spine as flashbacks of hearing about the deaths of Casey Becker and Steve Orth came creeping back into your head. Had the killer intended for you to be next? Or were you just another random teen fit into this psycho’s cruel joke.

Everything was happening all too fast. Yes, you were now sat in Woodsboro police station after being taken in for your own safety. But did you truly feel safe?

No.

“Y/n?” A voice called out.

“Y/n??”

You quickly snapped out of your unpleasant thoughts, looking up to see Deputy Riley standing over you, holding out a small cup of water.

“Thanks, Dewey.” You whispered with a weak smile, accepting the water and placing it down beside you.

Dewey let out a small sigh as he put a hand on your shoulder. “Try not to overthink things, hm? We’ll have this all sorted out soon enough.”

You ran a hand through your hair, wincing at the sickly feeling you had in the pit of your stomach. You’d been incredibly nauseous ever since you arrived at the station. No wonder. You were probably still in shock after the events of tonight.

“Y/n, please. If you stress you’ll just make yourself even more shaken up than you clearly already are. Do you want me to get the nurse to check you over again?” Dewey asked.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Dewey gave you a small pat on the back as he cleared his throat, slowly beginning to walk away.

“I’ll take you and Tatum home soon, kay?” He said, turning around one last time before heading back over to Sheriff Burk.

You resumed to wandering back into deep thought. Yeah, you were shaken up from the whole ‘killer’ part of tonight, but that wasn’t what hurt most.

Billy.

His name was beginning to feel like a distant memory, waiting for you to finally let go of.

‘Expect the unexpected,’ Most would say. But had you really imagined the one whom you thought you could trust the most would dare to hurt you?

Never.

After fighting for your life as the suspected killer tried to make it come to a brutal and bloody ending, Billy came out of nowhere, sneakily checking up on you every night as he had done for the past two years.

His timing was off. Way, WAY too off.

But the minute that damn phone fell out his pocket, you felt your heart stop immediately.

One hour ago, 34 Elm Street:

He was after you.

He was after YOU.

You yelped as Woodboro’s newly, anonymous killer made his move on you. He viciously kicked you to the floor with his large black boots, ready to gut you any second now.

Struggling, you desperately tried to pick yourself up, but it was no use. The killer grabbed a fistful of your hair, bashing your head against the laminate.

All you could think about was your upcoming cruel ending. How you were not going to see the ones you loved ever so dearly again. Tatum would never get to have late night movie sleepovers with you, Stu wouldn’t be able to make you giggle with his constant cheesiness, Randy and his little sister couldn’t ever see that bright smile of yours again whenever you’d go over to their house, and Billy, oh, Billy..

Your Billy.

You’d never get the chance to hear that soft voice of his ever again, almost as light as feathers themselves. The feeling of his undying love would soon be nothing. All the blissful memories you once shared were about to be over. Forever.

Finally, the monster behind the mask raised his sharp blade above you, ready to finish you off once and for all.

You quickly pushed him off you, sending the killer flying to the wall. Adrenaline had began to kick in. You couldn’t just be so defenceless and let him end you like that! You HAD to see your loved ones again. And you made sure this fucker wouldn’t prevent you from doing that anytime soon.

Quickly scrambling to the front door, you rattled the chain only to find it locked. Fuck. He could easily get back up in time whilst you tried to fix the lock. It wasn’t worth it.

Without hesitation, the killer got back up once again, launching himself at you. You ducked under him as he had clumsily managed to get his Buck 120 knife stuck in the door.

You headed for the stairs but knew he was hot on your heels. It didn’t take long for you to reach your bedroom, running over to the phone beside your bed desperately trying to dial 911.

“Shit!” You cursed. That bastard was still on the other end of the line.

Your only option was to contact them through the shitty computer you’d had for years now. The thing was slow, but you hoped it would be fast enough for you to alarm the police in time.

You whipped your head around only to see that the masked murderer was.. gone?

Before you could even stop and think for a moment, Billy rushed up to your window, climbing into the room. Oh dear god, it was like your prayers had finally been answered.

“Billy!” You breathed deeply, rushing towards him as if you were a small, frightened animal looking for your mother.

“I heard screaming,” Billy panicked. “The door’s locked. You all right?”

He watched you struggle to breathe properly out of pure fear. Fast, uneasy breaths. You clung to him, not letting go. Your sharp nails digging into his back. Not that he was bothered, that is.

“The killer’s here. He’s in the house! He’s in the house, he’s got a knife!” You cried, breathing in Billy’s cologne and masculine scent.

“He’s gone.” Billy said with a faint whisper, shushing you as you whimpered in his ear. “He’s gone, it’s alright.”

You were safe. You were in Billy’s arms for crying out loud! Everything was going to be fine.

A crash was heard as something had fallen out of your lover’s pocket, heading straight to the floor. You slowly turned your head around, staring directly at the item that had fell.

The phone.

You felt your throat close as it gave you that sickening, nauseating tingle you’d always hated. Your heartbeat became slower and slower. All you could do was stay in Billy’s arms, frozen out of fear before realisation truly hit.

Billy could feel the difference in your bodily functions, and cocked his head as you looked at him in horror, backing away.

“What?” He asked, his tone concerned.

You stared at your lover with pure disgust. Watching as he grew more and more confused. Your mind and mouth did not respond to his series of questions, demanding to know what was wrong and why you were looking at him with such terror.

Everything appeared to soon be ignored as you were only focused on one thing and one thing only.

Betrayal.

Your heart rate finally picked back up again, causing you to run out of the room. Billy followed behind, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t now until he realised you weren’t just running away, you were running away from HIM.

“Whoa, whoa, wait, wait! Wait, Y/n, wait!” Billy yelled, now full on going after you to get his answer.

You managed to get halfway down the stairs before he stopped chasing you, you could hear him screaming for you at the top of the staircase, leaning heavily onto the banister.

“Wait, wait, wait, WAIT! What’s going on?”

Your heart was in your throat whilst you could not believe what was happening right now. Too much, too soon.

“Y/n, come back!” He shrieked.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Now, Woodsboro Police Station:

Tears welled up in your eyes as those dark memories of tonight replayed, ones that would never quite leave your head.

“Y/n!” The same voice from your flashback called.

You looked up, slightly wincing at who you saw through the window of Sheriff Burk’s office.

Him.

Billy stared intensely at you from afar through the glass, his eyes filled with nothing but anger and never ending thoughts of confusion.

Yet, something else hid behind those eyes. A dark type of mystery you weren’t ready to know yet.

It was as if your lover felt the same feeling of betrayal you were experiencing yourself. But not betrayal because you’d suspected it was him trying to kill you, something else that was far different. Something worse.

I mean, you hadn’t did anything, right? It was Billy who had made himself look as guilty as he did. Far too suspicious for anyone to believe for the time being. Yet, his aura practically told you he showed no signs of guilt..

You began to sweat nervously as he continued to stare. What if, it truly had nothing to do with Billy? Had timing been your saviour tonight? Was he innocent enough to prove he had only arrived to your house to see you again?

A darker truth lay untold for now. The feeling of betrayal was mutual, but something else just told one a devious message about the other.

Something was coming.

Something, bad.

Something that in reality, was already here..

#scream #billy loomis #billy loomis x female reader #fem reader #scream 1996 #skeet ulrich #angst #scream angst #ghostface #billy loomis fic #tatum riley #stu macher #dewey riley #deputy dewey #randy meeks #reqs open #billy loomis x reader

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Oblivious

Steve Harrington x Bestfriend!Reader

Summary: Steve finally realizes he’s fallen for his best friend. . . With a little of Dustins help

Warnings: none

A/N: this was just a little blurb I came up with when listening to Springsteen by Eric Church, I hope y’all enjoy!

“I swear dude, I’ve never seen someone pitch a ball so fast. I’m surprised it didn’t catch fire or some shit.” Steve explained, talking around the mouthful of food he still had.

“Yeah Steve, I know. You’ve told me the story several times already.” Dustin sighed, sliding down further in his seat in the food court of the mall.

“So what? It’s a good story!”

Playing with the straw from his Orange Julius, Henderson gave Steve somewhat of a tired glare. “Do you have any stories that don’t revolve around Y/N? I’ve been gone a month dude, there has to be something.”

Steve opened his mouth to respond, the gears in his head turning as he tried to remember everything that had happened over the past month. . . But each interesting story always had you involved in some aspect.

Watching as his friend opened and closed his mouth clearly trying to think, Dustin let out a groan, his head falling back as he did.

“What am I supposed to say?!” Throwing his arms intro he air, Steve leaned back in his own seat, “I’m sorry that I have a lot of fun hanging out with my best friend?”

At that, Dustin let out an amused laugh, earning a confused look from Steve.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are such an idiot.”

“Ok first of all, rude. No I am not.” Bracing his elbows on the small table, he jabbed his finger at Dustin, “and two, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that you are so clearly in love with Y/N!”

“Woah, hey! No I am not!” Jabbing his finger yet again in Dustins direction, Steve stood from his seat. He had to get back to work or Robin was going to beat his ass.

“Just hear me out!” Rushing to follow Steve back across the food court, Dustin slings his backpack back over his shoulders.

“No!”

“Yes!”

Steve had to stop himself from stopping into the shop as he made his way back behind the ice cream counter. “Henderson, I said shut it!”

“Not until you admit the truth!”

To this day, Steve still had no clue how he hadn’t strangled this kid by now. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, “I’m not in love with Y/N, Dustin.”

“Guess again. So you want me to list off the reasons for you?”

“No, please don’t—“

“One,” Dustin starts, holding up his pointer finger, clearly showing he’s about to start listing reasons. “You are always talking about her.”

“So, that doesn’t me-“

“Not finished. You are constantly gushing over how amazing and cool she is. It’s like never ending. Two! People constantly think that to two of you are dating!”

“Wait, Wh-“

“Three! You are always the happiest when she’s around and you are constantly trying to make her laugh and smile and when she does you literally light up!”

“No I don-“

“I’ve literally seen your cheeks turn pink!” Dustin jabbed a finger in his direction, nearly knocking a jar off the counter. “Don’t lie!”

“Jesus dude, keep it down-“ Steve rushed, seeing that several people had turned to look at them.

“Four,” Lowering his voice, Dustin leans over the counter top. “Whenever she compliments you, you forget how to act for like a solid minute. I’ve witnessed it. And five—“ he leans in even closer, a new glint in his eyes. “You’ve thought about kissing her.”

“How the hell could you have possibly—“ Steves eyes widening in shock as he looked at the kid across from him.

“Ah-ha! I was right!” Dustin jumped, pointing yet again at Steve, “I was honestly just guessing but you just proved my point!”

Stepping back from the counter, Steve let’s his body fall back against the back wall of the ice cream shop. As he took a deep breath he let his mind walk backwards and go through all the times he had hung out with you in the past few months and how they felt different from all the years before. He hadn’t missed a single one of your softball games this summer, and he always brought you food afterwords as a small gift. He had found himself watching you more and more even if it was you doing the most mundane of things like tying your shoes. . . And now that Dustin had said it- he does remember several times where he randomly caught himself thinking about what your lips would feel like against his own.

“Holy shit.”

“Told you.”

“Holy shit!” He repeated, standing up straight once again, eyes now wide. “I gotta go!”

His body was moving before his brain was and all of a sudden he was vaulting over the cash register and running across the parlor. It wasn’t until he had reached the entrance that he suddenly stopped, shoulders dropping before awkwardly backtracking to Dustin and ignoring all the stares of the people around him.

“Ok, ok but just one little problem-“ he whispered, “I can’t do anything about it because there’s literally no ways he likes me like that. Like, if I told her she would look at me like I needed to be taken to the hospital and then our whole friendship would be thrown in a dumpster and set on fire.” He rushed, watching as Dustin gave him somewhat of a concerned look.

“Ok first of all, I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say any of that and two, you’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, so you’ve told me several times now.” Steve nodded in annoyance, “but why am I still an idiot.”

“Because clearly you’re too wrapped up in looking at her that you don’t notice how’s she’s looking at you.”

“I. . . Am not following.”

“Oh my god.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Dustin sighed yet again. “Steve practically everyone sees the way she looks at you. It’s like you hung the damn star themselves. You’re always making her smile and when you crack a joke she always laughs the loudest. She clearly likes you back dude.”

“She does?”

“Yes! Now for the love of god please stop asking me questions!”

“Ok, ok-“ Steve breathed, nodding as he began back stepping the way he had ran earlier. “Uh, tell Robin I had to go run and errand.” He lied, fishing his car keys out of the pocket of his uniform before turning and rushing full speed out of the ice cream parlor, dodging people as he did.

“Go get her Tiger!”

“I’m gonna try!”

*. *. *. *. *. *. *.

When Steve finally reached his car, the sun was beginning its decent, bathing everything around him in a golden light. It’s late June and he can already hear the crickets starting up beyond the mall parking lot.

The drive to your house feels like an eternity even though it couldn’t have been more than five miles away. He can’t help but glance at the dashboard clock every few seconds.

7:30

You should be home by practice right now, and he hopes beyond anything he didn’t show up while you were having your usual family dinner. As he past street after street he kept trying to rehearse what he was going to say, but the second he pulled up to your families house, all words left his mouth.

You were standing out on your front lawn- well not standing, more like dancing as you moved your body to the music spilling at of the radio sitting on your front porch. A pair of discount shades were perched on your somewhat sunburned nose as you threw your head back and forth to the beat of the music. You were wearing a simple plain white t-shirt and a pair of cut off jeans, a pair of discarded flip flops lay a few feet away in the grass.

You seemed so carefree and happy.

Between the setting sun giving you a golden outline and the smile on your face- you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

After a few seconds, his body decides to finally move, his eyes never leaving you as he slid out of his car. At the sound of him slamming the car door shut, you finally look up, pausing your yard party as you lift your sunglasses above your eyes, squinting at him as he walks across your lawn.

“Stevie? I thought you worked until 8 all week?”

“Uh yeah,” letting out a shaky breath, he runs a shaky hand through his hair, “Robin said she could finish up and let me dip out early.”

“Oh did she now?” You weren’t buying it. You knew Robin, like hell she’d be fine with closing up alone.

“Yep, crazy I know.”

“Well what are you doing here? We don’t usual hang out on Tuesday nights since I have practice and you have work.” You explained, closing more of the distance between the two do you as you let your bare feet lead you across the freshly cut grass.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Oooh?” You quirked an eyebrow, a playful tone in your voice, “are you professed your undying love for me?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“. . . What?” Your voice getting suddenly very quiet.

“I’m in love with you.” He spoke quietly, almost as if he was trying to match your own soft voice.

“Steve-“

“I am.” His eyes never left yours as he stepped closer, “and I’m not gonna deny it because one, it’s true. And two. . . Dustin might actually murder me.”

“Wait what has Dustin got to do with this?”

“He Uh,he kinda helped me realize my feelings for you.” Letting out a breath he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ah gotcha.” You smiled again, amused by the information. Of course it was Dustin that had knocked the sense into him. Letting out an awkward hum Steve rocked back on his heels, hands shoved deep inside the pockets of his vest in hopes of hiding his shaking hands. He had never been nervous around you.

Ever.

“Can I tell you a secret Steve Harrington?” You suddenly whispered, stepping even closer to the point where your chests practically bumped against eachother.

“Yeah, I’m pretty good at keeping secrets I guess.” He shrugged, slightly forgetting how to breath with how close you were.

“I’m in love with you too.” And with that you closed the remaining distance between the two of you and softly kissed your best friend Steve Harrington square on the lips. Time seemed to stop as Steve felt your lips distinctly on his, and then he was pulling you closer, eyes fluttering shut.

This is Y/N He thought, this is Y/N- oh my god.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things #chevys writing again

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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sooo for a holiday request, would you be willing to do dad steve around christmas with you and your lil girl making hot cocoa and she drinks it to fast or like while it’s hot and he’s just gotta be dad steve like “ladybug i’m sorry baby we gotta wait to drink it” “let’s blow on it, no lightly honeybun we can’t be splashing hot cocoa everywhere”

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AN | This is so soft, I love it! And I love you for requesting!

Warnings | Mild Language, Mentions of Pregnancy

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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It was late by the time you got home, and you felt dead on your feet, wanting nothing more than to come home and relax with your most favorite humans. When you parked your car in the driveway, you couldn’t help but smile at all the lights and decorations that were now up all over the yard. Steve had the day off and he’d promised he’d do the outdoor decorating but you hadn’t quite expected all of this. There was the soft glow of light and life emanating from inside the house and you also tripped over your own feet in your excitement to get inside and see your family. Before you managed to get in, you caught Steve’s eye from the kitchen bay window and he beamed at you, waving softly and mouthing for you to hurry up.

And you did. You were kicking off your shoes and padding down the hall to the kitchen within moments. You didn’t even have the chance to say anything as Steve beat you to the punch and wrapped you up in his arms, letting you melt into his body. After a few moments he let you go and grabbed your face in his hands like you were the most delicate thing, “hi.”

“Hi,’ you echoed, leaning in to kiss him softly, “miss you so much, baby.”

“Missed you more, angel,” he leaned into the kiss and deepened it, stealing your breath and any coherent thoughts away. He pulled back with a cheeky grin just when you were starting to lean into him and felt your knees go weak. You pouted at him, which only caused him to laugh, “can’t start what we’re gonna have to stop.”

“Who says we have to stop,” you gently carded a hand through his beautiful hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. He made a small sound of content as he preened into your touch. You opened your mouth to say something but were quickly cut off by some soft cries coming over the baby monitor that was on the counter.

“That’s who,” he could see frustration flash momentarily on your face before you sighed, “our lovely children.”

“They are lovely,” you agreed, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, “but I swear they know.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed softly as he settled a large, warm hand on your waist, “I put them both down for a nap like an hour. Figured that would calm them down before dinner.”

“Have you met them?” you teased softly, “how were they today?”

“Good,” he promised, “Daisy had a good day at school - apparently they made paper snowflakes to decorate the classroom. Ollie was good too, a little fussy but I think it’s mostly due to the teething.”

“I feel bad for her,” you admitted softly, “I wish there was some way to make it easier for her, but I guess all we can do is try. I’ll go and get them, you’ve already done so much. Everything looks beautiful, Steve. You really outdid yourself.”

“Go big or go home,” he held up some jazz hands at you, causing you to giggle at his silliness, “I thought that maybe we could go and look for a tree this weekend?”

“That sounds perfect,” you agreed, “but only if breakfast at Phyllis’ Diner is including.”

“As if that was a question,” he tutted softly, “now go on, I’ll finish dinner. The girls will be happy to see you!”

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Dinner in the Harrington household was generally a pretty chaotic affair; but you really shouldn’t have been surprised. With a five-year-old, a one-year-old, and another on the way (something Steve didn’t know just yet but would for Christmas), things were never calm or quiet. Not that you minded at all - you’d never have changed a thing.

You started cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, Ollie swaddled against your chest as she tried to fight off sleep again and Daisy already bounding into the living room. Steve grabbed the plates off the table and put them into the kitchen but you shook your head and started to herd him out, “nope, Harrington, not tonight. I’ve got this. Go on and hang with Daisy. We’ll join you soon.”

“Daddy!” her little voice carried from the living room and you could hear her giggling as she stood on the couch and peeked at him, “hurry! We gotta watch a movie!”

He kissed the side of your head before tenderly stroking Ollie’s chubby little cheek and heading over to his oldest. Daisy loved you both, you knew she did - she was such a sweet little thing - but you knew that she adored Steve most of all. She had him wrapped around her finger since the day she was born…well more so since the day he found out you were pregnant.

“Daisy Mae,” he grinned when he spotted her on the couch. She was the picture of innocence with her sweet little pigtails, big brown eyes, and pink pajamas. She held her arms out to him, making little grabby hands, “what are you up little monster?”

Before she could say anything, he scooped her into his arms and started to tickle her sides, which made her squirm and giggle with delight. He peppered her face in kisses until she was a soft, happy little mess, “‘m not a monster daddy, I’m a princess!”

“Oh yeah,” he feigned innocence as he sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap, “I love you so much, you know that right?”

“Yeah,” she nodded happily, her smile almost too big for her little face, “I love you too, Daddy.”

“Just me?” he gently booped her nose and she giggled before shaking her head, “who else, baby?”

“Mommy and Ollie,” she sing-sang but before he could say anything else, she leaned in close and put her hand on his cheek before whispering, “and the new baby.”

His brows knitted together in confusion as she looked around guilty, “what do you mean new baby? There’s no other baby besides Ollie.”

“Uh huh,” she insisted happily, “Mommy wasn’t feeling good and I asked why and she said because of the new baby in her tummy. But it’s a secret so you can’t tell anyone.”

Steve’s entire face lit up with happiness as he realized what she’d said. There was no way you’d lie to her about something like that and judging from the sound of it, she wasn’t supposed to tell him. He brushed a few rogue curls out of her face before he nodded, “I won’t tell anyone. Scout’s honor.”

“Okay,” she held up her pinkie, which amused Steve to no end. You’d taught her the significance of the pinky promise early on and Daisy had taken it to heart. He hooked his much larger finger around hers, “you know you can’t break a pinky promise.”

“Trust me I know,” he nodded seriously, “Mommy taught me that too.”

“Steve?” he froze when he heard you calling from the kitchen and Daisy put a finger to her lips as she giggled quickly, “everything alright? It’s awfully quiet out there!”

“We’re both alive,” he called back to you, affection running through him at the sound of amused snort, “everything alright with you?”

“Yes Steve,” you shook your head in amusement, “we’re both alive too!”

“Good!” he turned back to his daughter perched in his lap, his heart overwhelmed with so much happiness, “and what do you want to do, lovebug? Want to play a game, color, watch a movie, read?”

“Can we make hot chocolate?” her eyes grew wide with excitement. Who was he to deny her? He was pretty sure he’d never denied her again since she was born - you know, as long as she was being a good girl.

“That depends,” his expression changed to serious as he leaned in close, “are you going to want marshmallows?”

“Yes!” she was already reaching for his hand and sliding out of his lap, “we have snowman ones! Mommy found them at the store!”

“Well that answers that,” he stood up and pulled her back into his arms and settled her on his hip, “we can absolutely have hot chocolate.”

She started going on about different things kids in her class like in their hot chocolates as he listened intently. You softened as soon as you saw the two of them came back in, your heart melting just a little more.

“We’re making hot chocolate!” Daisy smiled her best little gap tooth smile as Steve nodded.

“Well then,” you turned to the cabinet and reached in to grab their favorite mugs and set them down on the counter, careful of the sleeping baby, “I’ll let you two have at it.”

“You don’t want any?” he asked softly, a hand on your hip and softly stroking the bit of skin that peeked through.

“I’m alright,” you shook your head before failing to fight off a yawn, “‘m just exhausted. I’m gonna go rock her a bit and then put her down.”

“You’ve been very tired lately,” he pointed out as you just shrugged innocently. It had been something he’d noticed, but had kept quiet on - now it all made sense. He couldn’t even fight back his smile, “are you alright?”

“Of course,” you kissed cheek in a soft promise, “you two make your hot chocolate and have fun - but don’t make too much mess!”

“Aye aye,” he gave you a playful salute as you headed towards the nursery to sit in the rocking chair. You weren’t sure if it was for your sake or Ollie’s if you were being honest. He set Daisy down on the counter and gave her a serious nod, “alright, I’m gonna heat up the milk and mix in the cocoa and then you are going to put in the marshmallows, deal?”

“Deal,” she agreed as he went to the fridge and grabbed out the carton of milk, pouring it in the saucepan on the stove. Daisy watched his every move, asking him questions every step of the way. She was always a curious little kid, asking questions until sometimes it drove you crazy, but always wanted to learn. It was one of her many wonderful qualities.

After Steve had everything mixed together, he filled both of their mugs, he handed her the bag of the marshmallows. She eagerly pulled them out of the bag, eagerly showing them to Steve before tossing them into the mug liquid. She giggled as she watched the little snowmen dissolve and turn into a creamy foam. He didn’t even bother to stop her as she piled them in the cup.

“Alright silly girl,” he gently set her on back on the floor and nudged her towards the living room, “let’s go and pick out a movie. Only a short one though because you still need to go to bed at a reasonable hour for school tomorrow.”

“Do I have to?” she offered up her best puppy-dog eyes which made him laugh. He was pretty sure she’d learned that from Uncle Eddie, “Daddy…”

“Yes lovebug,” he insisted softly, “you’ve gotta go to school…it’s almost your holiday break, it’s not much longer…and your mom wouldn’t be too happy. And we don’t want that do we?”

“No,” she sighed as she flopped onto the couch dramatically, pulling the big fuzzy blanket over her, “can we watch the Little Mermaid?”

“Of course,” he promised as he looked for the well loved VHS tape. She’d barely been born when the movie came out, but she’d been obsessed with it since. Steve was positive he could recite the film himself, “the Little Mermaid it is!”

He popped it in the VCR and queued it up to play, sitting next to her, and snuggling under the warmth of the blanket. Her eyes were wide with excitement as she watched the screen, carefully grabbing her hot chocolate off the coffee table. The beverage was still steaming and she was able to take a large sip, but Steve was faster.

“Hey, hey, hey baby,” he was able to stop her just in time and she looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “it’s too hot still. You have to wait for it to cool a little bit or you’re going to burn your mouth, lovebug.”

“But I want it now,” her little voice sounded so sad and he had to hold back a laugh due to her little pout.

“Okay,” he agreed and picked up his own mug, “then we have to blow on it to cool it down faster and then you can drink some. Just like this.”

He gently blew across the top of the mug, stirring it with his spoon to aid it. She watched him for a moment before attempting to repeat his actions, but instead she blew loudly and wildly. This time he laughed but tenderly shook his head, “gently, please, we don’t want to get hot chocolate everywhere.”

“This is hard,” her brows furrowed in concentration as her little nose scrunched up. After a couple moments, he reached for her mug, which she eagerly relinquished control of. He repeated the action to get hers to cool it down and waited a few minutes before handing it back to her, “thank you, Daddy!”

“Of course baby,” he grabbed his own again and leaned back and put his feet on the table. He never felt more relaxed or content than when he was at home with his family. He sighed contently as Daisy managed to crawl into his lap, cuddling onto him as she intently watched her movie, “comfy?”

“Mhmm,” she agreed and leaned against his chest, “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, Daisy,” he kissed the top of her head, “and Mommy, and Ollie, and the new baby.”

“New baby?” he hadn’t even heard you leave the nursery and come back down the stairs until you were standing in the doorway with a curious expression. Daisy looked at you with a sheepish grin and burrowed her face into Steve’s chest, “Daisy Harrington.”

“Sorry Mommy!”

“It’s okay,” you promised as you walked over to them, plopping down next to your husband. He looked at you with the softest smile. You touched his cheek before kissing him gently, “it was supposed to be a Christmas surprise.”

“Consider me surprised.”

“Good surprise?”

“The absolute best, baby,” he promised and you relaxed into him, “I love you all so much.”

“We love you too, Steve,” you whispered as you gently rubbed Daisy’s back and curled up under Steve’s arm, “so, so much.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader

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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year

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Wait I’m asking another too! Trying to convince Steve let you adopt the smelliest, dirtiest stray dog you found eating out a trash can on your way home from work. The fluffiness of a grumpy Steve having to help bathe the dog but then falling in love. ♥️b-v

I love this SO MUCH! AHHH thank you @blooming-violets 💗

Convincing to Adopt an Animal (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

SteveRogers x Female!Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: so much fluff, a grumpy Stevie, a chaotic puppy, and some kissies

Steve had his hands deep in sink water when he heard the door open in the hallway. He smiled when he realized the best part of his day was about to begin: seeing you again. But despite his excitement that still lingered, even after a year of living together, he wouldn’t rush. He would finish doing the dishes and he would let you get settled in peace because you needed a little arrival time. And then you would come up to him, wrap your arms around him and press your face to his back, maybe litter a few kisses here and there - he couldn’t wait.

Though today, it took you a little longer than usual. He heard you kick off your shoes and then mumble something he couldn’t quite make out. And then rustling.

“Babe, you remember how you said you would do anything to make me happy?” Your voice singsonged through the door over to Steve.

“What?” Steve chuckled as he thought of the day he promised you this. It was a beautiful date.

“That I could do nothing to ever make you stop loving me?” And then his memory stopped and suspicion settled in his mind instead.

The spoons he was holding in his hand clanged against the kitchen counter when he craned his neck to hush a look into the hallway in vain. “What did you do?”

A high-pitched yelp echoed in response.

“Sweetheart, what did you do?!” He reiterated in a slight panic.

But before you could even form a proper response, a desperate ‘NO!’ traveled to Steve, and not even a second later, fast little tippy-tappies came rushing towards Steve and around the kitchen island he was currently standing at. And when you broke through the door, one shoe in hand and the other still on your foot, a decent-sized puppy sprung onto his legs and began licking his jeans.

“Surpriiiiise...” You tried a smile while hiding the second shoe behind your back, but Steve wasn’t amused at all.

He stood before you with pink rubber gloves and a sponge in hand while the puppy slobbered away on his newly washed pants.

“What in the lord’s-”

Your hands shot out. “Okay before you say anything, please let me explain.”

Steve just blinked at you unimpressed. Whatever you were about to say would not change the fact that you brought a literal dirt machine into your apartment. Steve hated dirt. He hated dust and crumbs and hair everywhere. He had seen enough of it in the 40s - back when just a gust of wind would make him sick for weeks. It had changed him so much that, even now when he didn’t get sick anymore, he needed clean spaces more than anything. And you knew that. So, whatever explanation you were about to give him better be good.

“I’m listening.” He said steadily, but the chewing sounds coming from beneath him threw Steve off a bit. He just knew that the dog was eating his pants right now. But he would listen to you anyway.

“I was walking past this alley when I heard something rumbling, right. So, naturally, I checked it out.”

“Naturally, sure.” Steve’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes. And when I looked into the container I saw this little guy staring up at me with the most adorable puppy eyes. He even stopped eating trash when he saw me, it was magical, Steve. You should have seen him, he was so lost and sad. And look at him now. Only 30 minutes with me And he's unrecognizable. We need to keep him. Please can we keep him?”

“Let me set this straight: you found a dog in the trash eating said trash and smelling like it, too. And your first instinct was to take him home?”

“Steve, have you seen him? He’s adorable!”

“I don’t have to see him, I can smell him from a mile away.”

“Just a mile? That’s not so bad. Did you hear that, Frosty G?” The puppy gave an elated bark before resuming eating Steve’s pants.

“Can we pleeease keep him, Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes swayed from you to ‘Frosty G’ and then back to you again. He held up his stone-cold expression for about ten seconds and then he began to struggle. He wanted to be mad, he really did. But the way both you and Frosty were looking at him with those adorable puppy eyes made his heart go wild. He knew how much you loved animals. And seeing as you had only ever joked about adopting the stray cats you encountered on your walks from time to time, actually bringing one home showed Steve how much it would mean to you if he agreed.

His stare landed on Frosty again, who had stopped eating Steve’s clothes and was neatly sitting next to him now, snout raised and puppy eyes in full swing. Damnit, he was adorable. And he made your puppy eyes great competition. Unfortunately for Steve, the both of you would team up in the foreseeable future.

“Alright,” Steve sighed in defeat, scrunching his nose when another whiff of Frosty’s odor swept over him as the little guy jumped in excitement. “But he needs to bathe first.”

“Oh my god, thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You ran towards Steve and peppered his face in kisses until the frown disappeared. Maybe this was worth it.

Not even ten minutes later, Steve and you were kneeling in front of the bathtub, washing Frosty G’s black fur clean. Annoyingly so, the little guy actually enjoyed bathing - a little too much, if you asked Steve. He was splashing and playing in the tub, getting Steve and you good a couple of times. Steve didn’t enjoy it, but then he looked over to you and saw that wholesome brightness on your face and heard that pretty laugh come out of your mouth and all of it was forgotten.

You spent an hour in the bathroom, lathering and rinsing multiple times (until Steve could tolerate the smell). While one was pouring the water, the other distracted Frosty with a rubber duck. And when you finally finished the water show, sitting on the bathroom tiles with your wrapping the newest roommate in a towel, Steve took his time to look at you and your happy state.

He watched as you patted the puppy dry, kissed its head multiple times, and cooed at the little guy who was already smitten by you. It was like a reward for the trouble he went through and made it all seem a lot less agitating.

Steve leaned his head back against the cupboard as he smiled at you. “You named him after Loki didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t help myself, he’s just SO HOT!” You swooned before giving your attention to Frosty again, rubbing his ears dry carefully.

Steve sighed as the puppy looked at him with his tongue out, a smile present on its face - if puppies even could smile - and Steve did the same.

At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be happy. And if housing a cute but still smelly puppy named after his crazy girlfriend’s favorite Villain would make that happen, he’d choose this sacrifice every day anew.

**alternatively I named the puppy Jamie and then the conversation would have gone a little like this:

“You named him after Bucky didn’t you.”

“He’s just my favorite idiot,” you smiled dreamily, “I’m sorry, babe. But you’re a close second.”

Steve just sighed with a shake of his head. “That’s alright, he’s mine too...”

**OKAY BYE**

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pietrotheavenger · 3 months

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learn to love

chapter 14 - how to breathe

summary: steve and y/n don’t get along. now, they have to.

pairings: au!steve rogers x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol

a/n: two years later LMFAO dedicated to anon. proofread once and did not edit. there will be another chapter!

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steve did not text y/n when he got home. she stayed up an hour, waiting for her phone to light up with his text, but it never did. she didn’t know when she fell asleep that night, but when it came it was restless and absent of any dreams.

the following day was a rinse and repeat of her daily life; wake up, get ready for work, take the subway, and pretend to be busy for eight hours. when she got home and kicked her shoes off, all she wanted was a glass of wine. she paused at the fridge and she checked her phone for what felt like the millionth time that day. no new texts. she sighed, poured herself a glass, and sat down at the dining table. she looked around the empty apartment, her thoughts naturally drifting to steve as they usually did.

what was he doing? was he thinking about her? why hadn’t he texted her?

she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed again. then, she stood up with a start. since when did she sit around feeling sorry for herself? since when? she felt a bit of anger bubble up inside of her. all of this melancholy over a man? god, if she was one of her friends, she would’ve told herself to get a grip. well, she thought, nothing a good shower can’t fix. she pushed her thoughts of steve and his pink lips to the side, and took her glass of wine with her to the bathroom.

an hour later, while y/n was moisturizing her freshly shaved legs, her phone chirped. she looked over, absentmindedly singing along to the music she had put on for her shower. a text. she looked closer. from natasha. she finished applying the cream, then picked her phone up.

nat: will be home from work late tonight. don’t watch love island without me!

she smiled briefly, and shot back a reply.

y/n: wouldn’t dream of it! i don’t feel like cooking so i’ll order a pizza

she set her phone back on the counter, her gaze falling on natasha’s organizer filled with hair accessories. she looked up at the mirror, at her wet hair. she picked up her phone and sent another text to natasha.

y/n: can i borrow your hair pins?

a moment later:

nat: go for it

she quickly set to work blow drying her hair. natasha’s hair was always perfectly curled, and y/n had watched her on multiple occasions use pins to keep the curls in their shape and she had always wanted to try it herself, and see if her hair could be just as bouncy, or if the red head was just using sorcery. before she began curling her hair, she ordered the pizza so that it would arrive around the same time she was done. she also needed to refill her glass.

30 minutes later, she heard a knock at the door. “just a second!” she called out, as she carefully rolled up the last curl and clipped it into place. she paused to admire her handiwork. there was a couple stray pieces of hair sticking out, but overall not bad for her first time trying. she ran out of the bathroom and stopped in the hallway to rummage through her purse for cash. “one second, sorry!” she called out again, hoping the delivery person wouldn’t be annoyed with her. she barely missed stumbling over her shoes before she finally reached the door and opened it.

standing in front of her was six feet and two inches of man. of a man that was quite familiar to her. steve, to be specific. in his hand, in place of the box of pizza that she was expecting, was a bouquet of daffodils wrapped together with light blue cellophane and a bow.

“y/n,” he exhaled, seeming as if he had forgotten what he was going to say.

“steve,” she said, surprise equally evident in her voice and her face.

“i want you,” he rushed out so fast that it seemed that it was all one word. “i want you,” he repeated, slower. the second his eyes had fallen on her, all of the things he had planned to say to her flew out of his head. in their place, all that remained was one thing. one person, to be specific. her.

“steve,” she whispered.

he took a step closer. “i want you,” he said again, his voice low. she wordlessly stepped aside and allowed him to enter the apartment. she closed the door and turned around to face him and pressed her hands together to keep them from shaking. she didn’t meet his eyes, instead looking down at the shoes she had almost tripped over just a minute earlier. he sighed her name and reached for her hand, placing it on his chest, over his heart. she finally looked up at him, eyes searching his expression. “these past months without you,” he began, “have been the most agonizing of my life. i never realized that i need you the way i need air. when i saw you last night, it was like i remembered how to breathe again.

“i can’t lose you. i don’t care about all your stupid worries, i don’t care what my family would think about all of this. all i care is that i have you. i need you, i need to be able to breathe,” he said. “i can’t spend another moment of my life without you, y/n. i’ll do whatever i can to make this work, i’ll do whatever i can to make you happy, i promise. i just need you.”

her lips parted but she did not reply. they stared at each other for a full minute. he waited for an answer from her, anything. even a, “no steve.” but she said nothing. his heart was beating fast and he knew she could feel it. his hand fell from hers, and he broke eye contact.

her heart dropped, and she instantly knew that she shared the same madness as him. “steve,” she murmured, her hand trailing up to his face. her fingers carefully traced over his jawline, his stubble tickling her fingers. his blue eyes lifted to meet hers again. there was a small brown mole on his cheek. she had never noticed it. she wrapped both of her arms around his neck and pulled him in for an embrace. he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight. the flowers became slightly crushed in the process, but he didn’t noticed. he buried his face in her neck, savoring her sweet, clean scent. one of the metal pins in her hair poked the side of his head, and she gasped, “oh my god,” and pulled back, her hand flying up to touch her hair.

“what?” he snapped, feeling a flash of agitation at the interruption of their hug. though she hadn’t escaped from his arms quite yet.

“my hair,” she gawked, as if it should have been obvious to him. he let himself take a good look at her. she was dressed in pajama pants and a college t-shirt, and her hair was pinned up like a woman out of a 1950’s fashion magazine. he smiled to himself. she looked ethereal. the annoyed look on her face quickly brought him back down to reality.

he fought the urge to roll his eyes and said instead, “it doesn’t matter.” how could it matter, when she was here with him? he swore his heart skipped a beat. she hadn’t said much, but she didn’t need to. this had to happen. he needed her and he would do whatever he possibly could for her to be his.

“it matters to me! i look ridiculous!” she cried, turning her head to look in the mirror on the wall next to the front door. she reached up and pulled a pin out, the curl falling down in a perfect spiral, mesmerizing steve.

he touched the piece of hair, making her hand stop mid air as she went to unfasten another curl. he wrapped the strand around his finger and released it, watching it bounce. “you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, repeating the motion, “every single part of you. i want it all.” his hand moved up to cup her face and tilt it up towards his. he closed the distance between them until they were barely separated by an inch. his eyes fell to her lips. “please, be mine,” he exhaled, his eyes fluttering closed.

she leaned in, her lips meeting his in a kiss.

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not listening | s.r

summary | Steve tried to explain himself to you after you saw him with Private Lorraine, only for you to be distracted by something else.

pairing/s | 1940s steve rogers x reader

word count | 830

genres | fluff, crack, idiots

warnings | just two idiots

note | THIS IS THE SAME STEVE AND MC FROM THE SEND-OFF SERIES. I just cannot fit them in any chapter. So here it is, a drabble THAT CAN ALSO BE A STANDALONE. Hope you all enjoy this. Reblogs and comments are forever appreciated.

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“I hope I am not interrupting anything. Steve– Captain, everyone is ready for you.”

You turned around and took hurried steps back to the laboratory, flustered at what you just saw. Steve Rogers and Private Lorraine, Colonel Phillips’ secretary, were kissing behind the shelves. They were startled like deers caught by headlights when you managed to speak out when you entered the scene.

You thought he and Peggy have a thing going on. They are always together and you see how they enjoy each other’s presence, not that you set your eyes on him when enters the room. Peggy shared with you how she admired Steve. She said how nice and respectful he is. And of course, you knew about that already. You have already witnessed in your own eyes how charming, courageous, and noble that man is. You’ve been with a couple of events with him along with Howard. And when you were chatting with Steve in the car before he received the serum, you instantly empathize with him.

“Dr. Y/N, wait a second.”

You heard Steve behind you. But you did not stop in your tracks.

“It was not what you think it was.” Steve tried once again.

Finally, you paused and turned around. You put on the most poker face you can make, holding your wrist behind your back. You tried to look civil.

“I did not think of anything, Captain. Not one thing.” you lied easily.

Steve expressed, “Let me explain.”

“Captain, you don’t have to explain anything to me. You don’t owe that to me–”

“Please, let me.”

His voice softened as he pleaded to you. Your heart was beating fast all of the sudden and your knees… they were weak when you meet Steve’s blue puppy eyes. You don’t know why the hell he felt the need to give you an explanation and what power he has to make you all giddy like this. But you give up.

Your shoulders slumped when you puffed, “Fine. Explain yourself, Captain Rogers.”

Steve gulped, “You see, she, Private Lorraine… I just asked her where…”

You tried to listen to his explanation but your eyes randomly landed somewhere. You cannot help but be distracted by his lips. It was red, probably from his not long past liplock with Lorraine. You forced your eyes to look away. Maybe just look at his hair, eyebrows, his long, pretty lashes– but his lips!

“...it was not long until you came and–”

Suddenly, you softly ran your thumb on his lower lip. You were so focused on cleaning up the messy shade of raven red from Lorraine’s lipstick that you did not think of what you were doing.

On the other hand, Steve was frozen. His feet were nailed to the spot he was standing on since he cannot move. It was like you took all the strength the serum gave him when you touched him. He was breathless, watching you so close to him. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Your alluring vanilla perfume is just under his nostril. Steve tried to shake off any thoughts as he inhale your fragrance with how close you are.

Your touch was soft and so are his irresistible lips. You were mindlessly chewing on your lower lip while you remove the last tint of red. It took you seconds to feel the weight of Steve’s stare focused on you. Your eyes slowly meet his, your chin turning up. Eyes slowly widening, you backed up and quickly brought your hands behind you.

“I-I’m just helping… Uhm… Private Lorraine’s lipstick… stained,” you stuttered as you tried to explain your foolish action. You cannot finish your sentence so you just point your index finger around his lips.

Steve, who was surprised too, stared at you for a second. It made you wish for the floor to swallow you whole just to get yourself out of this suffocating, awkward situation. He slowly nodded his head. He was still a bit surprised that he was speechless.

“I-I’m sorry.”

You immediately turned your back on him and began to walk back to the lab, where Howard and the other military officers wait. Steve’s new vibranium shield that you and your best friend worked on together is also there.

You were already a few feet away when Steve finally catch up behind you. He shakes his head to clear a few things off his head. He hope his cheeks were not flushed red since a lot had happened within just minutes after his arrival here in the headquarters.

That kiss. Then, you unexpectedly came. He tried to form a comprehensible clarification since he felt the need to explain to you and he don’t want you to think of anything between him and Private Lorraine. One second later, you are standing close to him and wiping somebody’s lipstick off his lips.

Both of you two have questions in your head before you reached the lab:

What the hell is going on?

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Snow Day

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Warnings: A little Angst, Cursing, Fluff, and Names.

Word Count: 798

Summary: You and Steve was doing a snowball fight, and you accidentally break the grouchy neighbour's window causing a fight.

A/N: Hope you Enjoy!

You always wished that you could see snow when you were little and now is your time. You watched as it fell from the sky, to the huge pile in the ground. Everything was white.

You rushed to Steve's office and knocked on the door. You heard a faint, 'Come in' before opening the door. You opened the door and rushed to his side, pulling him out the chair. "Babe, babe, look, it's snowing outside. Can we go play?" Steve smiled at how you 're acting like a kid.

"Uh, sure, but after I'm done working." You buffed and rolled your eyes. "No, I wanna play now! Come on." Hearing you whine makes him look at you. He saw how desperate you were to go outside and he's been working for hours. He kind of felt bad. "Okay, we can go out, but go get dressed in warm clothes." You squeal before kissing his cheek.

"Thank you, Thank you!" You practically ran upstairs to your shared room, to get your clothes in. Steve shook his head, smiling before putting on a warm jacket. By the time he got downstairs you were already at the door. "Hurry!" Steve finished putting on his gloves and opened the door.

You ran out, belly flopping in snow. You didn't care that it was cold because you were already having so much fun. You rolled on your back, making snow angels. "Stevie, come join me!" Steve walked over and sat down and began making angles with you.

You two were laughing and smiling, just having fun, but what you didn't know was that someone was watching and they weren't enjoying the show. You two calmed down, out of breath, looking up at the sky.

"Babe, you know what I want to do?" Steve looked at you already seeing a smile form on your beautiful face. "Snowball fight!" Behind your back, you were making a small snowball and you threw it at him getting up.

"Oh, it's on!" Steve challenged, making a big hall. He threw it at you, making you squeal. "Hey, that's not fair!" You came back with a bigger snowball, throwing it at him. You two pretty much seen who can throw the biggest ball. This went on for a couple of minutes until you threw a particular snowball.

Steve dodged it just in time for it not to hit him, but it did hit something. You two heard glass shatter, making y'all freeze. You two looked at each other and quiet down. You could hear yelling and cursing coming from one of your neighbors house.

All of a sudden, a white male, who was extremely chubby came out cursing. "Who the hell threw a snowball at my window!?" You looked down, ashamed, picking at your nails. "I'm sorry Sir, I can pay-" You tried apologizing, but the man was obviously not in the mood. He stepped near your face.

"Your such a dumb, slut! Did your parents not raise you right!?" Steve was quick to shield you from him, blocking you with his body. "Watch how you're talking to women." Steve's voice was stern.

He wasn't your sweet, nice, Steve anymore. "Well, maybe if she wasn't being a whore, she-" Steve didn't even wait to hear the full sentence before punching him in the nose. The sickening crack could be heard, following groans from the man.

Steve tried to get to the guy once more, but you held him back. "Steve, Steve, baby, stop!" You grabbed his bicep tightly, pulling him back. "No, he's gonna learn not to respect women, especially mine." He broke out your hold, got on top of the man and began throwing haymakers at him.

The man tried covering himself, putting his hands up, but Steve was much stronger and fit. You looked around and saw other neighbors come out and pull Steve off. The man got up as fast as he could and ran back to his house. "Don't even disrespect my family again!" Steve finished, throwing a snowball at his door. The other neighbors looked on proud.

"Thank you for dealing with him, he's always been an asshole." The neighbor said, patting Steve's back, before going into his house. Steve took a deep breath and looked at you. "I'm sorry, baby, do you still wanna play in the snow?" Now it was your turn to smile.

"No, I don't wanna play in the snow anymore.. Seeing you get so mad and protective was hot. Do you think we can play with something else?" You looked at him with doe eyes and he knew what you were talking about. "You dirty girl." He picked you up, made you squeal and brought you into the house.

Let's just say you two had more fun than being outside.

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town Part 2

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Part 1

The next day Steve had barely been up for a twenty minutes when there was a knock on the door.

He opened it to reveal a very nervous Will on the other side.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Will said with a sigh of relief. “I was worried I came over too early.”

Steve laughed. “Can’t get rid of the early wake up call from sports. Come on in. You have breakfast yet?”

Will shook his head.

“I was about to make some scrambled eggs. You want any?”

“Sure,” Will said with a furrowed brow. “You don’t have to.”

Steve smiled. “I know.”

He made them some scrambled eggs and poured them both a glass of milk.

“Where did you learn to cook like that?” Will asked.

“PBS,” Steve said.

Will raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously?”

Steve shrugged. “I didn’t have anyone to teach me and my parents weren’t around.”

“I would have that thought that with all the money, you would be ordering take out and fast food all the time,” Will said with a half shrug. “I would have.”

Steve smiled tightly. “I probably would have, too. But that much junk food and shit makes for a shit poor athlete and I was in three sports.”

“Three?” Will asked. “I knew about the basketball and swimming, but what’s the third?”

“Baseball,” Steve said. “All of the seasons lined up so I could be in one right after the other until almost the end of the school year. Kept me busy until I was old enough to take care of myself.”

“Wow,” Will said. “Your parents really didn’t like you, did they?”

“Nope!” Steve scoffed. “I’ll be right back with my art stuff.”

When he came back downstairs Will was waiting for him in the front room. He had two sketch pads both have finished.

“I only took a couple of art classes in high school to fill out my electives. So like I said they aren’t anything special.”

He handed them to Will.

Will took them from him and began flipping through. “A lot of static poses, but not bad. You’ve got the basics down and you can tell they’re all different characters.”

Steve blushed. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, really,” Will said, coming up to sit next to him. “Here let me show you what I mean.”

And he did, after he was done, Steve was feeling better about his art.

Will picked up the other drawing pad and a slip of folded paper fluttered to the ground. He frowned as he opened it. Inside was a very good likeness of Eddie.

“Wow,” Will whispered. “That’s really good.”

Steve frowned and then looked over Will’s shoulder. He resisted the urge to snatch the drawing from his hands.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Steve muttered.

“Why?” Will asked, confused. “It’s the best thing I’ve seen so far.”

Steve brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. “It’s only good, because if you draw the same thing over and over again, you can’t help but improve.”

Will looked down at the drawing of Eddie again. “How many times have you drawn him?”

“I have seven drawing notebooks, and those are the only two that aren’t filled with drawings of Eddie Munson.” Steve buried his head into his knees.

“Do you like boys, Steve?” Will asked gently.

Steve lifted his head slowly. “I think I like both.”

“Wow,” Will muttered. “It is true what they say.”

“What do they say?” Steve asked, furrowing his brow.

“That like attracts like,” Will said. “That in a small town all the weirdos and queers flock together even subconsciously because they can sense it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t a little strange, that you’re bisexual, me, Eddie, and Robin are gay, and that likely others in the group are some variation on that theme?”

Steve looked at Will for a moment. “Oh.”

He felt this weight lifted off his chest. And then it really hit him.

“Eddie’s gay?!”

Will laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to pick up on that.”

“Oh that makes perfect sense,” Steve said with a laugh. “I thought he was teasing me. Turns out he was flirting with me.” He just started laughing and couldn’t stop.

Will started laughing too. “You really have to stop using your head as a shield man if it made you this slow.”

Steve shook his head. “Tell that to the rest of the world, man. Because I don’t like doing it anymore than you like see it.”

“I was never going to be the normal one,” Will said, “even before the Upside Down and the bullying. But it’s nice to meet other people like me and not feel alone. Because yeah, my mom and Jonathan are always going to have my back they’ll never understand. Not fully. So it’s nice that I know that there are people I can go to, people who are like me.”

Steve wrapped his arms around him. “I’m glad I got to be one of those people, Will.”

“Me, too,” Mike said with a watery chuckle. “Because it’s gonna piss Mike off so much.”

Steve looked at him, wide eyed. “Am I hearing that right? Will Byers isn’t defending Mike Wheeler? I think I might need that hearing aid after all.”

Will chuckled. “Eddie pointed out that I can disagree him from time to time. I don’t have to stick up for him when he’s being a little shit, because it just encourages him to continue his bad behavior.”

“Sounds about right,” Steve said, sitting back. “You fight with friends and lovers. That’s just what happens. It only becomes a problem when you fight about the little stuff as well as the big stuff. And if you’re fighting over every big thing than man, find someone who likes you. Because they really don’t.”

“Is that what happened to you and Nancy?” Will asked.

Steve pursed his lips. “I don’t know what happened between me and Nancy. Was it the Upside Down? Was it not being right for each other? Was both? Neither? I just...just don’t know.”

“I heard that she couldn’t even say she loved you,” Will murmured.

“Where did you hear that?” Steve asked, rounding on him.

“I eavesdropped on Nancy and Jonathan after the fight,” Will admitted.

Steve’s eyebrows went up. “Really? What else did she say?”

Will looked at him. “I don’t think you want to know man.”

Steve looked at him for a second. “No, no. You’re right.”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and they turned to each other.

“You expecting anyone else today?” Will asked.

Steve shook his head and got up to answer the door.

He opened the door and was surprised to see Eddie standing there looking a bit sheepish.

“I’m sorry if I woke you,” Eddie said.

Steve laughed. “Early riser me. Come on in, I was just showing Will some of my drawings.”

Eddie perked up. “You draw? Lemme see!”

Steve prayed that Will was fast enough to hide the drawing of Eddie before the man himself came bounding through the hallway.

“Eddie!” Will greeted cheerfully, standing up to hug the older man.

“How come you got to see a Steve Harrington original before me?” Eddie teased. “Kidding, kidding. I know you draw too.”

Steve come up from behind them. “We all draw, right? Eddie’s little cartoons, Will’s epic masterpieces and my little hobby.”

“Oooh!” Eddie said bouncing. “We should form an art group.”

Steve laughed. “For some so anti-establishment, you sure like clubs.”

Eddie frowned. “You don’t have to.”

Steve ruffled his hair. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to. I just think you’re weird. In the best way possible.”

Eddie’s expression went from confusion, to mollified, to embarrassed. “You keep talking like that and I’m going to think you’ve got a crush, Harrington.”

Will and Steve looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

“What?” Eddie asked.

Steve ran his hand down Eddie’s arm. “I’ll you about it later. But come see my art work.”

Eddie flopped on the floor and began rifling through the notebooks.

He stopped at one and cocked his head to the side. “I didn’t know you liked ‘Labyrinth’, Steve.”

Steve and Will leaned over to see which picture he was talking about. It was one of the ones that Steve had actually colored. And it was of the ballroom scene clothes.

“Doesn’t look much like David Bowie, though,” Will admitted.

Steve bit down on his lip.

“And I thought his hair was blond in the movie,” Eddie said. “This is brown.”

Steve began actively chewing on his lip.

They both looked up at him for an explanation.

Steve scratched his cheek and pushed his hair back. He sighed and closed his eyes.

Will and Eddie shared a look.

“Why don’t you want to tell us?” Will asked.

Steve tilted his head back, rolling his eyes. “Oh god. Fine. Turn the page. Maybe that will clue you in.”

Eddie and Will frowned but did as he asked. There in a male version of Sarah’s ballgown was Steve.

Eddie looked up at him wide-eyed and then back to the other page.

Will caught an faster than Eddie did. “Oh shit.” He glanced at Eddie and then back at Steve.

Eddie caught the panicked look on Steve’s face and then back down at the drawing pad.

“It’s me.”

“This was back before...” Steve waved his hand, “before.” Will and Eddie nodded. Before Eddie fell into Steve’s life. Back when he was just the kid’s DM. “Robin wanted to watch it. And it struck a cord with me you know. I felt like you’d stolen the kids from me. I had to go through so much to get them to like me and you just waltzed right in and were instantly adored. So you became my goblin king.”

“And the fact that it’s a love story...” Eddie asked.

“It’s not though,” Steve said with a frown. “He’s obsessed with her sure. But if he loved her he wouldn’t have hurt her. Would have...I don’t know.” Steve threw his arms in the air. “I think the message is that you aren’t beholden to someone because they say they love you. You are your own person. If you want to love them back, if you can love them back, that’s okay. But it’s not on you to cater to those feelings. It’s in his speech at the end. About her doing everything he tells her and he’ll be her slave? Love doesn’t work like that. Or at least it shouldn’t.”

Eddie blinked. “Wow. You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

Will was staring up at Steve with new appreciation.

“You caught me, I’m a romantic at heart,” Steve said with a heavy sigh. “I guess I always will be.”

“Do you have other pictures like this?” Eddie asked holding up the notebook. “Where you draw your friends as movie characters?”

Steve shook his head. “Not really. It was just something I felt in the moment.” He pointed at Will. “That’s more Will’s thing than mine.”

Eddie turned to Will. “You’ve drawn the party members as characters before?”

Will blushed. “Sometimes. Mainly it’s Mike.”

“Ah.” He moved to stand back up when he saw something sticking out of the cushions of the sofa.

Steve watched in slow motion as Eddie pulled out the paper and unfold it. He watched as Eddie gasped, covering his mouth with his hand as the other hand began to shake.

“Eddie?” Steve asked, his voice higher with worry.

“I’ve never seen myself drawn like that before,” he whispered.

“Like what?” Will asked, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Eddie ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the drawing. “Like I matter to someone.”

He looked up at Steve. “When did you draw this?”

Steve’s heart was racing in his chest as he fought to get the words out. “Remember that night when I came early to pick up the kids. The night you guys finally convinced me to play?”

Eddie nodded. “Can I keep it?”

Steve could feel the weight being lifted from his chest. “Yeah, sure.”

“Hey, Eddie,” Will said, trying to break the tension, “why are you here? I mean it’s been fun, but you can’t have come over for Steve’s art, because you didn’t know he drew until today.”

Eddie looked between Steve and Will in confusion a moment as they waited for his answer. “Oh! Right, I had an idea for your character and wanted to talk to you about it. But I got so excited that I just drove over here without thinking.”

Steve laughed and even Will smiled and shook his head.

“So let’s hear it, then,” Steve said.

And soon the air was filled with discussions of the campaign.

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Firehouse Harrington - Chapter 5

fireman!Steve x f!reader/f!oc

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Steve is still recovering from his injuries. She's just trying to help. But tensions run high when they clash over who knows best.

warnings | 18+ SMUT, really rough sex, degradation kink, slight dubcon, also angst because, duh

a/n | wooh boy! I got a little carried away here, folks. Had the day off and couldn't help myself. get yourself a tall glass of water and sit down for a long one

“You’re healing nicely, son. I’ll send another refill script to your pharmacy for the oxycodone and I wanna see you back in a month, alright? Wanna keep an eye on those headaches you’re having.” Steve grunts out a thank you to the doctor as he’s led back to the front desk. After three weeks, he’s still not used to seeing her, sitting and waiting for him after his appointments at the VA medical center. She’s been coming with him whenever she can and he would hate to admit how much it means to him.

She offers him a bright smile from where she’s sitting in the waiting room, a large stack of index cards in her lap. With Thanksgiving next week, her exams are fast-approaching and she’s been studying so hard it makes Steve worry that she’s working herself to the bone, and that he hasn’t exactly been helping her stress-load. Since the week after Halloween, she’s all but moved in with him, save for when her RA job or classes demand she be on campus. She’s been taking care of him, and it both amazes and terrifies Steve that she’s willing to, while all he can really do is be a human rolodex for her endless supply of flashcards. She’s been having him quiz her in the evenings, her hands around his neck and her thighs straddling his waist as she rattles off insanely-smart sounding descriptions of the brain. His girl is studying neuroscience, and his girl is going to be a doctor, and then, Steve figures, his girl isn’t going to be his girl anymore. But for now, he’ll enjoy whatever sweetness she’ll give to him.

He finishes scheduling his follow-up, turning and finding her already standing with her bag slung over her shoulder. He opens the door for her and they step out into the sharp bite of the oncoming winter.

“Well, what did he say?” Steve’s apartment is only a few blocks away from the medical center, so they set off down the sidewalk as she asks her question.

“Said everything looks good. My next appointment is in a month, gave me another prescription for the painkillers.” He feels her hand flex in his and he knows it’s because she doesn’t like the sound of that.

“What about your headaches?” He shrugs, glancing at her and seeing the worried look on her face.

“He said he’d keep an eye on it, whatever that means.” She stops in her tracks, fully looking at him now. He just sighs.

“Steve, I really don’t like how they’re just feeding you these pills. Has anyone said anything about getting you in an MRI machine?” He huffs, tugging her along to continue walking.

“Baby, it’s fine. Nothing new, really. Once I get back to work it’ll go away on its own, it always does.” His paid-time-off is ending after Thanksgiving, and Steve is chomping at the bit to get back into the station, to her much-vocalized dismay. She stops walking again, and he tries his best to tamp down his growing frustration.

“I still think you should let me–” “No.” “Steve.”

“No. You’ve already done way too much for me. I’m not letting you do that.”

“You would be helping me out by coming in. You know I need the practice, i-it’d be killing two birds with one stone.” She had told him two weeks ago about one of her specialty courses at the university medical center, conducting brain scans and assessments that were free to volunteer patients. She had been bugging Steve about coming in ever since, but he was putting his foot down on this one.

“Hey, I’m sick of all this nagging, alright? I told you it’s fine and I meant it. Making my fucking headache worse, jesus. Just wanna get home.” He can see her face crumple at his words and his stomach twists, but he’s too pissed off and cold to really feel sorry, instead squeezing her hand and continuing their walk home. She’s silent the rest of the way.

…

Steve is really starting to worry her. At first, he had seemed to be making a change, being endlessly sweet with her, letting her take care of him, even opening up a bit about his life. She knows his concussion symptoms are lasting well within a normal amount of time, but it seems like some of them are getting worse. He’s been more irritable, more reactive, his headaches are endless, but he won’t listen to a word she says about it. She had talked to Robin over the phone about it, and she had told her his irritability could also be stemming from the impending holiday. Steve wasn’t exactly on good terms with his family, something he had only hinted at to her, and hadn’t been home for Thanksgiving or Christmas in five years. As a result, he turned into a bit of a scrooge (Robin’s words) the instant that the holiday season kicked up.

Perhaps more than anything though, she doesn’t understand why he’s so eager to get back to work after he nearly died on the job. She had actually started inquiring at her school about admittance for veterans, reading whatever information she could get her hands on. It’d be practically free at a state school like Indiana University, with vets nearly sure to be accepted. She hadn’t yet broached the subject with him, knowing it’d probably lead to a huge blowout argument, but she had convinced him to do Thanksgiving with her, just the two of them, and was planning to get him good and sedated on turkey and stuffing before bringing it up.

When they get back to his place after his appointment, he barely looks at her, mumbling that he’s going to lie down for a while. She already knows he’s going to be looking for his bottle of oxycodone, which she had flushed down the toilet that morning. She had talked to one of her supervising professors about the medication, posing questions from a place of clinical curiosity, and had learned just how wickedly potent the stuff was. Steve shouldn’t have been on it for more than a week max, and it was now coming up on a month of doctors filling the prescription for him. She had decided then and there that she was going to get him off it, kicking and screaming if she had to.

She sits down on the couch, pressing her fingers into her temples and waiting for his inevitable question about where his pills are. She can hear him rummaging in the bathroom, and then in the nightstands in his bedroom. All of the sudden, his movements still, and she can hear his bare feet padding back into the living room. Her heart sinks when she sees that he’s holding the pamphlets she had gathered about veteran’s admission to IU in his hand. She must have left them in the nightstand on her side of his bed. Shit. His expression is cool, steeled, as he waves the pamphlets in front of her.

“Care to tell me what this is?” Her mouth had gone completely dry, and a thickness settled in her throat.

“Um, I– um–” He cuts her off, shuffling over to stand in front of her, bending at the waist to get in her space.

“Um, um, um. C’mon, miss college. Thought you were a big girl. Use your words.” He’s practically sneering at her with the way he’s talking and it makes her feel impossibly small under his flashing gaze. She gulps a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“Steve, I’m just trying to help–” He scoffs, standing back upright and starting to pace the floor.

“You think you know what’s best for me? Think you’re so much smarter than me, huh? Gotta help your poor, stupid boyfriend get along, is that it?” She shakes her head vigorously, going to stand but he’s back on her in an instant, resting his hands on the back of the couch to cage her between his arms. She shrinks back into the seat.

“That’s not what I think, Steve. I-I just want you to have options, that’s it! All I did was ask around in the admissions office, it doesn’t mean a-anything, baby. I just thought it’d be helpful for you.” He lets out a humorless laugh, his sharp eyes fixing her in place.

“Well it’s not. Quit trying to mess with shit you don’t understand.” With that he’s turning heel so fast it makes her choke, storming back into the bedroom. A beat later she starts hearing loud clattering.

“Where are my fucking pills? Goddamnit!” She jumps in her seat at his roaring words, punctuated by the sound of what she assumes is one of his nightstands getting thrown on the floor. She sits there for a moment trying to steady her breathing, the continuous sounds of slamming drawers and muttered curses coming from Steve causing her heart to jump. Finally, all the commotion stills and she thinks to herself that she liked it better when he was at least making sound.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she slowly stands, inching towards the bedroom on tenterhooks. She holds onto the doorframe, peering into the room. Both nightstands are tipped onto the floor, their drawers skewed open and the contents strewn on the floor. The wooden bureau that sits across from Steve’s bed has been shoved a few inches out of place, its drawers all open and the clothes usually neatly folded inside in various states of spilling out. Steve’s sitting on the edge of the bed, tugging harshly at the roots of his hair, his chest heaving. She really doesn’t want to do what she’s about to have to. She inches into the room, kneeling down in front of him to try to catch his gaze. She reaches out for him but he swats her hand away.

“Don’t. Fuck, baby. Don’t know where I put my damn pills. I-I need ‘em so bad right now.” His voice is a broken grumble and she feels a sharp twinge in her stomach at his words. It’s time to rip the band-aid off.

“Steve, baby? I know your head’s hurting, but you can’t keep taking those, ok? Why don’t I get you some advil? I know it’s not the same, but we can do that combined with tylenol and it should start to help.” He finally looks at her, and the anger in his eyes is breathtaking, causing her to sit back on her haunches.

“What did you do with them?” She takes a sharp breath in, watching Steve’s knuckles go white where he’s still tugging at his hair. She’s not going to let him scare her, not on this. She squares her shoulders, slowly standing in front of him. She hates that there’s still a warble in her voice when she finally speaks.

“I-I threw them away, Steve. They’re no good for you, and that has become painfully clear this afternoon.” His jaw goes slack at her words, but he quickly catches himself, swallowing hard and glaring up at her.

“Well, that’s not really your decision to make, sweetie.” He stands, brushing past her out towards the front door, starting to toe on his shoes. She follows dumbly behind him.

“Where are you going?” He doesn’t even glance at her, already shrugging on his coat.

“The pharmacy. Gonna get my new prescription since someone has to make everything so goddamn difficult.” She swallows hard.

“I-I called the pharmacy this morning too. Told them that under no circumstances should they fill any more oxy scripts for you. Steve, please–” He lets out a bark of laugh that startles her where she stands, whistling low as he finally sizes her up.

“You are something else, bunny. Really think you know better than me, don’t ya?” He’s started slinking towards her, causing her to back up until she’s pressing up against the wall. He presses a forearm up by her temple, leaning into her. She’s trying to not dissolve on the spot.

“Steve, that’s not what this is about. I-I talked with one of my professors about those pills. He told me it's some of the nastiest stuff out there. People get addicted to them all the time. Please, I just wanna help you.” His other hand has come down to grip her hip harshly, his fingers flexing into the skin and sure to leave bruises.

“Stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong and stop trying to play doctor on me. You wanna help? Here’s how you can help. If you’re so hell-bent on taking away my pills, my relief, I think it’s only fair you make it up to me, don’t you?” She’s trying to steady her breathing, but can’t help the light gasps that rise as Steve nudges the slope of her neck with his nose. He harshly grabs her jaw, forcing her gaze to focus on his steely expression. She hates that there’s already a simmering heat trailing down her spine.

“Words, now.”

“O-okay, Steve. I’ll m-make it up to you, w-whatever you want, baby. I’m s-s-sorry.” His smile is slick, not reaching his eyes.

“Want you on your knees, pretty. Can you do that? Be good for me and do what you’re told, for once.”

“Yes, Steve–” He cuts her off with a sharp squeeze to her jaw that makes her whimper.

“Not my name. Not right now.”

“Yes, daddy. I’ll be good for you.” Part of her wants to leave, just grab her bag and go. But she’s fixed to the spot by the way he’s looking at her. She figures it’ll be quick, a rough blowjob and then Steve will finally calm down, so she complies, kneeling down in front of him while he starts working at his belt buckle.

She goes to reach for his hips when he starts to unzip his jeans but he immediately swats her hands away.

“Uh-uh. You don’t get to touch. You don’t even get to think. That pretty head of yours has done enough thinking for a while. Just gotta sit there, open your mouth, and take it, you understand?” She nods as he comes behind her, drawing both her wrists back. When she feels the soft leather of his belt circling her wrists she shudders. She winces when he tugs the loop tight.

“C’mon, if you’re so smart why don’t you use your fucking words?” She gasps when he pulls on the belt, making her fall back onto her ass, her back crashing into his heaving chest.

“Yes, daddy. I understand.” Her voice doesn’t sound like her own anymore, entering that higher, breathier register that she knows only Steve can draw out. He grunts at that, squeezing her hips to help her back onto her knees before he’s getting up and coming back in front of her. He slips his jeans and boxers down just enough to tug his cock out, already hard as he fists himself. Stepping forward, he cards his fingers through her hair, tugging harshly to tilt her face up towards him.

“Open your mouth, bunny. You better be good for me.” She complies, letting her jaw slacken and Steve’s on her in an instant, forcing his thick cock past her lips as he holds onto her hair for leverage. She can’t help the small, sputtering chokes that come out around his length as he already begins fucking her mouth, getting deeper with each thrust. Normally, he’d give her time to work her way up to taking all of him, it wasn’t exactly an option to just go for it with his length if she didn’t want to gag. But Steve didn’t seem too concerned with that today, already grazing her throat with his tip.

“Fuck– that’s perfect– just take it, bunny– s’what your pretty little mouth is made for– don’t want you thinking– shit– or talking– just keep your lips around my cock all the time, huh?” She can’t exactly respond to his degrading words with the way he’s dragging her mouth up and down his cock, his fist in her hair guiding her. But she guesses he’s not really looking for a reply.

“What would your little egghead professors think– shit, take it– if they knew their star student spent her time sucking dick like a f-fucking whore, huh?” His words sting, but she hates to admit that they send a clenching ache right through her core too. Unfortunately, Steve seems to notice the way her thighs are clenching at his words and he lets out a jeering laugh.

“Aw, you like that, bunny? You like it when I call you a whore, huh? Guess you’re not as smart as you think you are, just a dumb slut for her daddy’s cock.” His thrusts are unrelenting, now hitting the back of her throat everytime, causing her to gag and sputter around his cock. She can’t help but wriggle her arms against the belt confining them, trying to find some purchase as he uses her mouth but with no success. On the next thrust, Steve’s hips still with his cock down her throat, her nose crushed up against his pelvis. Drool is dripping down her chin as she chokes around him. He just holds her there, and she starts to panic, trying to fight against the hold he has in her hair.

“You don’t need air, do you, pretty? Just need my cock down your throat, right? S’all you need, you stupid slut.” He finally relents, pulling out of her mouth and she’s a wheezing mess, coughing out exhales as she hunches over her shivering body. He’s still hard, but he tucks himself back into his boxers, watching her reel on the floor. Before she can catch her breath, he’s hauling her up by her armpits and pressing her back against the wall, her hands still bound behind her. The way he holds her jaw, fingers skating over her cheeks, is startlingly tender as he drinks in her cockdrunk appearance. His voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks.

“Look at you, bunny. So pretty for me.” Something in her snaps, her lip starting to wobble as tears pool over her lashes. Steve sighs and she shivers under his delicate touch as he wipes away the first tears to fall.

“What’s got you crying, baby? I don’t like it when you cry, at least not very much.” His grin is sardonic and entirely patronizing as he watches her crumble. She’s trying to stifle the sobs that want to flood her body, her words coming out on heavy shudders.

“You’re s-s-so mean, Steve. I-I j-j-just wanted to h-h-help you.” He tuts, drawing his fingers under her chin to tilt her eyes up to his.

“Aw, you did help, pretty. You and that perfect little mouth of yours. And you know what else? I think you liked it.” With that, he wrenches one of his hands into the front of her jeans, cupping her cunt and stroking harshly through her folds. She lets out a broken gasp at his brutal movement. Steve just chuckles.

“See, bunny? You’re fucking soaked. All because daddy fucked your little throat, huh?” He easily slips two fingers into her, curving them in a way that makes her let out a long, preening cry. She stumbles in his grip, pressing her forehead into his shoulder as he starts fucking her with his fingers.

“P-please, daddy, it’s too much.” He scoffs in her ear, not letting up with his relentless thrusts.

“I know what’s too much for you, bunny. Daddy knows what’s best, right?” When she doesn’t answer, his other hand comes down in a harsh crack on the outside of her thigh and she yelps.

“Y-yes, daddy. You know w-what’s best!” She can feel his smile in her hair as he abruptly removes his fingers, causing her to slump in his hold.

“Atta girl, I think that little brain of yours is finally starting to get it right.” She can’t tell where the pleasure ends and the pain from his words begins, but she knows that the more he says, the more poison that drips off his tongue, the smaller she feels in his grip. Holding her in his arms, he walks them over to the couch, facing her towards the arm rest and bending her over it, her cheek smearing into one of the cushions. Her arms are still bound behind her back and she’s all but given up tugging at them, but Steve seems to notice her squirming.

“If I take the belt off will you be good for me, bunny?”

“Yes– yes, I will, daddy– please– be so good for you.” He shushes her, laying a kiss in the middle of her spine before finally unwinding the belt from her wrists. She flexes her hands, whimpering at the ache that’s already set into her joints. Steve presses a kiss to both of her wrists and she can’t help the shudder that runs through her at his gentle movements.

“There you go, baby. I know it hurts, I’m sorry. Gonna make you feel so much better.” His hands snake under her waist, undoing her jeans before sliding them down her legs. His rough palms splay over the swell of her ass, squeezing the flesh and making her gasp.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel good, bunny. I promise. But, I just don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson.” She jolts at that, craning her neck to look at him.

“No– I have! I promise I have, daddy!” He chuckles, catching her off guard when he lands a harsh smack to her ass that sends her lurching forward into the couch.

“You saying you know better than daddy, baby?” She shakes her head, burying her face into her forearms.

“N-no, daddy. Just don’t want it to hurt.”

“Aw, pretty, you won’t learn if it doesn’t hurt, yeah?” He runs his palms up and down her spine, a soothing before the storm.

“Tell you what. Since you’re being so good for me now, we’ll just do five alright? No belt, just my hand.” That’s a small mercy. She hates when he uses the belt, and he knows it. She sighs, nodding her acceptance.

“Does that first one count?” He chuckles, hands squeezing her hips.

“I don’t think so, pretty. That one was a warning, these five are punishment. You think your little brain can handle counting them for me?” She huffs at that, he’s twisting an already deep knife in her gut, but she nods.

The first blow is quick and she yelps out “one!” For a while after, he just rubs his palms on her ass to the point that her legs start trembling in anticipation. He abruptly lands the second and third in the same spot and she shrieks out the count. She already knows that he’s aiming to leave a mark. The fourth and fifth come quick too and she’s been reduced to a mess in the aftermath. Tears are streaming down her face and her whole body shivers under his touch, but she can also feel the wetness smearing across the inside of her thighs. Steve leans over her, draping his warm chest across her back and she reaches a hand back to grab onto his thigh.

“Did so good for me, baby. My good girl, huh?” He presses a kiss into her temple before he hoists her up, keeping her back pressed to his chest as she’s all but slack in his arms. He helps her step out of her jeans and panties, turning her around in his arms and letting her clasp her hands around his neck. She’s mute in his hold, pressing her face into his neck as his hands slide down her thighs to hoist her legs around his hips.

He pads into the bedroom, laying her down across his bed and slotting himself between her legs. She brings her hands to the hem of his shirt and he gets the hint, sitting back and shucking it off over his head. She thinks that she’ll never get used to it, seeing him bare. There��s strange scars along his abdomen, she assumes from previous burns, but he’s still the prettiest thing she’s ever seen, all tan muscle and the sweetest little freckles. He motions for her to sit up, slipping her shirt off when she does before pressing them both back into the mattress in a harsh kiss. His tongue invades her mouth immediately, wrapping her senses in a hazy fog of him. He pulls away with a hot gasp.

“Need to be inside you, baby. Need your pussy so bad.” She just sighs out his name, watching him lean back to tug his cock out of his boxers before dropping the heavy tip against her folds. She whines when he draws the head of his cock through her cunt, her wetness smearing over the length of him.

“Tell me you want it, pretty. Tell me you want me.” He dips into her entrance and she gasps at the feeling.

“I want it, Steve, please– want you now.” He rolls his hips forward in one smooth thrust that sends her reeling, her hands clinging to his back as she cries out at being entirely full with him. He groans into her neck, quickly finding a steady rhythm as he fucks into her.

“Fuck– pussy’s made for me, baby– so perfect– just take it.” He brings one hand down to toy with her clit and it makes her hips buck up into his as she chokes on his name.

“Come for me, pretty– need it so bad– you better fucking come right now.” Her release sneaks up on her and then she’s falling hard, spasming around his dick and digging her nails into his back. He isn’t far behind her, fucking her through her high before he thrusts into her one final time and spills inside her with a shivery groan. They’re both panting, laying entangled in a hazy stillness as they come down. The ache is already coming back into focus, in her wrists and along the swell of her ass. She winces hard when he finally pulls out.

He had certainly gotten her good and fucked out, but she’s all too quickly coming out of the haze, all the dark things he said resting heavy on her chest until it feels like she can’t breathe. She goes to get up, but he’s quick to stop her, bringing his hands to her shoulders to press her back.

“Woah, easy, baby. Just lemme take care of you.” She shakes off his hands, dipping under his hold to stand and shuffle into the bathroom.

“‘I’m fine, Steve. Just– give me a minute.” She scrubs her hands down her face before turning in the mirror to take in the sight of her mottled ass. Sure enough, there’s a perfect, blotchy, red handprint across her one cheek, it even looks like he broke skin around the edges. There’s little bruises dotting her hips as well from where he had dug his fingers in, and she hisses as she runs her fingers over them. It’s then that she catches sight of her wrists in the mirror, rubbed red and raw from his belt. Normally, she enjoyed this kind of thing, evidence of a good session with Steve. But right now, the sight of her weary body coupled with his words still swirling in her head just makes her want to cry.

“Baby?” She’s startled out of her thoughts by Steve’s hoarse voice. He’s leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest and a furrowed look across his face. She sighs, not quite able to meet his gaze as she brushes past him back into the bedroom. He’s following behind her mutely as she grabs her shirt, quickly pulling it back on before walking out into the living room to get her panties and jeans. She’s sliding her pants up her legs when he finally speaks again.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I think I should go, Steve.”

“What? What do you mean? Baby, I– you need someone to take care of you, lemme look at those bruises.” He goes to reach for her but she flinches, stepping back away from him. He stops dead in his tracks.

“All that shit that you said, did you mean it?” He gives her a confused look, but she presses on.

“Steve, your words really hurt me. All that talk about me being your stupid slut. I-It felt different, it felt like you meant it.” He swallows hard.

“I was just angry, baby. I didn’t mean that shit. You just– you caught me off guard with those– those fucking pamphlets– and then the pills. I overreacted, I–”

“I can’t keep doing this, Steve!” His face crumples in an instant at her words, and when he speaks, his voice is so small it makes her breath catch.

“Can’t keep doing what?” She huffs, throwing her arms out in frustration.

“This! All I wanna do is help you and all you wanna do is push me away. It’s-it’s absurd. Why you won’t stop being so fucking stubborn is beyond me. But then, you just get so nasty about it, so mean.” She lets out a bitter laugh, sitting down on the edge of the couch and holding her head in her hands.

“And the worst part is, I let you be that way to me. I keep trying to help you and you keep lashing out at me a-and I can’t take it anymore, Steve. I just can’t.” Her words seem to have left him speechless, he just stands there, his eyes searching her face. She huffs, standing and heading towards the front door. It’s silent as she shrugs on her coat and puts on her shoes, sliding her bag up her arm. When she goes to open the door, however, his large hand comes into view, pressing the door shut. She turns around to tell him off, but chokes on her words when she sees his face. His eyes are swimming in tears, his expression completely crumpled.

“Please don’t go, baby. I’m sorry– I’m so sorry. You know I didn’t mean any of that stuff I just– I got freaked out, ok?” She pinches the bridge of her nose with her fingers, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from crying anymore.

“You say that every time this happens, Steve. I can’t keep believing what’s obviously a lie.” And then, Steve does something she couldn’t have expected in a million years. He gets down on his knees in front of her.

“I swear it’s not a lie this time, I swear. I-I’ll go to a shrink like you want me to– I won’t take anymore of those pills, just– please don’t fucking leave me, baby. You-you’re so good a-and so smart and– I love you, I really fucking love you.” It’s the first time he’s said it, and she wishes more than anything that it had been under any other circumstance. For a moment, she wonders to herself how she got here, in only three months, completely entangled with this broken man. She’s startled out of her thoughts when he wraps his arms around her hips, burying his face into her stomach.

“Please, baby. You know I need you.” She tentatively rests her hand in his hair, feeling the way he slackens against her at the contact. She draws her fingers through his hair firmly, tilting his head back to look at her. She lets out a long sigh.

“Listen to me, Steve Harrington. This is it. I swear to god if you’re lying, if anything like today happens again? I’m gonna leave and I’m never gonna come back.” His eyes go wide at her words and he’s quick to get on his feet, cupping her face in both his palms.

“I promise, it’s never gonna happen again. Gonna be better for you. Love you so much, baby.” She lets him press a damp kiss to her lips before pulling back.

“Will you let me take care of you now, pretty?” She nods, having to admit that her skin is smarting under the rough material of her jeans. He gives her a sweet smile before taking her hand and leading her back into his bedroom.

…

She swears she could get whiplash from how quickly Steve can change, going so sweet on her the second he has her laid back out on his bed. He gently peels her jeans down her legs, having her turn over onto her stomach while he rubs aloe lotion into her welts, murmuring apologies as he works. He thumbs at her wrists before kissing each, letting her turn onto her side while he slides behind her, wrapping her up in his arms. She’s exhausted from everything and falls asleep easily, moored by the steady rise and fall of his solid chest pressed into her back.

When she wakes up, it’s much later, the sun already setting on the city. Steve stirs behind her, grumbling into her neck.

“Can you stay tonight?” She hums her affirmation. She’s off RA duty until tomorrow and doesn’t have morning classes either, she can stay. Steve sighs. Her voice is hoarse when she speaks.

“How’s your head?” He groans.

“Hurts. I’ll take some advil.” Relief floods through her system that he really has seemed to drop the prescription debate.

“You can probably take a higher dose than normal, just for a little while before it starts getting better.” He sighs again, a seeming acceptance of her words. She wills herself to believe that it will get better.

“You hungry, baby?” She hums another yes to his question, turning in his arms to look at him.

“Should probably get something in you before you take anything too.”

They order takeout from her favorite spot, something Steve does every time he’s had to apologize to her. She’s had a lot of takeout in the last three months. She hopes this time really is different.

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