#Steve o: out on bail

[lamborghinitoothpull]

Dave England in Steve O: Out On Bail (2003)

#upld #THE fit #he looked good #dave england #2000s #my gifs #jackass #Steve o: out on bail

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Sweet Little Sister

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Request: Could you do one where you're Steve's little sister and you go to Eddie to get a tattoo? But it's really a ruse because you have a crush on him and are trying to work up the courage to tell him. Then, you know...😉

18+ only

“Harrington? What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, confusion written all over his face to find you at the door to his trailer. 

You pushed your hair back, gazing up at the metalhead that you’d been crushing on for two years. You’d noticed him at the beginning of your junior year, his first time repeating senior year. Fuck, he was so beautiful. Standing there in just a pair of sleep shorts, blank ink standing out harshly against his pale chest, that mess of dusky waves falling over his bare shoulders, was almost too much for you to handle. It took everything in you not to turn and run, but no, you had to play this cool. You’d come up with a plan and you were going to see this through. This was no time to chicken out if you ever wanted a shot with him. 

Your brother, Steve, knew him because they had some weird shared friendship with a freshman, Dustin Henderson. The two had become friends over the past year and having him around only intensified your fixation on the Hellfire Club’s dungeon master. You’d never been brave enough to say anything though, sticking to casual conversation about his DnD club, his band, school, etc. He’d even sold you some weed once and you had intended on making a move but you’d bailed at the last minute. 

“I actually came to ask you a favor,” you answered softly, willing your heart to slow down. 

“Oh yeah? What kind of favor is that, princess?” he mused with a smile, his elbow propped against the doorframe as he leaned into you. “Does Harrington’s sweet little sister need more weed?”

“No, not that,” you muttered quickly. “I uhh…well, I’ve heard that you did all your own tattoos?”

“Yeah, I did,” he replied slowly, leaning back and crossing his arms, eyes narrowing, lips pressed together, as he considered you, clearly wondering where this was going. 

“I actually want a tattoo and I was wondering if you’d do it.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and then he started laughing, “Harrington’s infamous little sister wants me to tattoo her? Now, that shit is funny. And what, pray tell, does big brother think about this?”

“Steve doesn’t know,” you insisted, straightening your spine, trying to appear far more brave than you felt. “He doesn’t get a say. It’s my body and I’m eighteen. I can do what I want.”

Eddie’s lips pursed in amusement, “Kitty’s got claws. Surprising. Okay then. Come on in to my palace, princess and tell me what you’re thinking.”

“O…okay…” you stammered as he stepped back, sweeping his arm out. You stepped inside his trailer and he gestured to the couch, the two of you sitting next to each other. 

“Alright, darling, what are you thinking of getting? Do you have a picture or something?”

“Oh, yeah,” you mumbled, reaching in your back pocket and handing him a folded up piece of notebook paper. “I actually drew out my idea. It’s fairly simple actually.”

Eddie opened it up, turning his head as he looked at the drawing. It was two butterflies, just basic outlines, flying off into the sky. He glanced up at you, nodding. 

“I can totally do this. Can I ask why this?”

You felt the flush creep into your face, “You’ll probably think it’s stupid. It’s supposed to represent me and Steve, umm, getting away from our parents? You know, flying away and finally being free? I mean, it hasn’t happened yet but I am planning on getting a job once this school year is over and we’ve talked about renting a place together then. Getting the hell out of that house is all I want.”

Eddie chuckled softly, “That’s not stupid, sweetheart. I think that’s pretty cool actually. You two willing to give up all that money? Must be worse than Harrington even admits.”

You swallowed hard, “Yeah, well…”

Sensing your discomfort, he changed the subject, “Okay, where were you thinking?”

Okay, here came the part that had you the most nervous, the part where you set out the bait and hoped he took it. You inhaled deeply before pulling your shirt over your head. Eddie’s eyes bulged with shock as you took his hand, placing it over your heart. 

“I was thinking right here,” you whispered. “What do you think?”

“I…uh…I…” Eddie stammered nervously, tongue running over his bottom lip as he sat, frozen, his hand on your chest. “I…yeah, I mean…I can do it there. It’s uh…kind of where I did one of mine.”

“This one?” you inquired, tilting your head, one hand still covering his, the other rising to his chest, fingertip tracing over the demon head, your confidence bolstered by the way he shivered under your touch.

“Uh-huh.” He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing harshly as he swallowed. 

“I like it,” you told him. “Do you think mine would be better there or…” Releasing his hand, you hooked the loops of your jeans in your fingers, sliding them down your legs. Taking his hand once again, you placed it on your stomach, just above lacy pink panties you’d worn just for this. “Here?”

“Fuck…” Eddie muttered, closing his eyes. “I…uh…it’s up to you really. I…Jesus Christ…”

“Eddie?” you said softly, your other hand coming under his chin. “Are you okay?”

“No, not really,” he replied, shaking his head. “You’re standing here in your bra and underwear and I’m trying really hard to be respectful. I mean, you’re Harrington’s sister.” His eyes opened and he moaned. “But fuck, I mean, look at you.”

You bit your bottom lip, smiling, pleased at his reaction, “What if I don’t want you to be respectful? What if I want you to look?” You took both his hands, sliding them along your stomach and over your breasts, holding them there. “To touch?”

“Holy shit…uh…I…what…” Eddie looked like a deer in headlights, frozen, staring up at you. 

“Eddie, I want you,” you told him softly. “I’ve wanted you ever since the first day of my junior year. Do you remember? You passed me a spray paint can and said thanks sweetheart, flashing me a smile. Principal Higgins was hot on your heels because he’d found your artwork in his office.”

“Oh damn,” Eddie chuckled. “That was some of my finest work. A massive dick covering his wall. I even painted over his college degree. Well, shit, you saved my ass that day.” He rose from the couch, his nerves suddenly gone, large hands covering your hips, the metal of his rings cool against your flesh. “I guess I owe you, huh?”

“You really do,” you breathed, eyes closing as he tilted his head down, lips a breath away from yours. Finally, you were going to get everything you’d only fantasized about. 

“You sure about this, sweetheart?” he whispered softly, lips brushing over your cheek. “Once we do this, there’s no taking it back.”

“I don’t want to take it back.”

Your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to yours, heat spreading through every fiber of your being, settling in your center. Dear god, help you, those full lips were even more delicious than you could have imagined. His tongue slid past your lips, licking every inch of your mouth and your knees buckled, your fingers grasping at his hair for purchase and you knew nobody could help you now. You were completely lost in everything that was him. The pads of his fingers pressing into your skin, velvety tongue exploring your throat, luscious lips devouring yours, fluffy strands of wavy hair between your fingers, hard chest and warm skin pressed against yours.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie groaned, dropping to his knees in front of you. “I’ve imagined what you look like without your clothes, princess, but you are even more beautiful than I could have imagined.” 

His nose ran over your thigh and you inhaled sharply, head dropping back. He turned you, running his hand over your asscheek as he grunted. You shrieked when you felt his teeth biting into a chunk of your flesh. The sharp sting was followed by soft kisses and then his hands were guiding you to face him again. 

“Eddie…” you gasped, his breath hot against your already burning center as he nuzzled himself against your panties.

“Can I?” he asked, those warm eyes questioning as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. All you could do was nod. Slowly, so achingly slowly, he dragged your panties down your legs. You lifted one ankle and then the other so he could fully remove them. "Fucking hell..."

His nose ran along your folds and as it bumped over your clit, you whimpered, reaching out, grabbing his shoulders to hold yourself up. Eddie's hand gripped your calf, lifting your leg and bringing it over his shoulder, opening you to him. Those lips tortured you, biting and sucking the skin along your inner thigh and then the other, leaving marks you knew would show tomorrow. It gave you a thrill of pleasure thinking about Eddie's handiwork concealed under your clothes where only you knew about it.

"Please..." you pleaded, losing all sense of control, needing him like your lungs needed oxygen, like your veins needed blood rushing through them.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

Flattening his tongue, he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit and you shuddered, a guttural moan falling from your lips, nails digging into his flesh as your legs threatened to give out. Jesus, this man was talented. His tongue was making love to your clit, circling and flicking and rolling in ways you hadn't even known were possible.

"Eddie, that's so good. Oh my god," you panted, chest heaving, knowing it was going to take you no time to reach your peak but fuck, you never wanted it to end.

"Mmm, you taste so good, sweetheart. I could die a happy man buried between these thighs," he hummed against you.

Just when you thought nothing could feel better than this, his lips latched around your clit and two fingers pressed into you, sending you to an entirely new level of pleasure.

"Oh...fuck!" you cried, teetering, falling, plunging into an abyss you would never crawl out of. "I can't...oh my god...Eddie...I..."

"You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?"

Eddie's fingers curled within you, his mouth leaving your center and making it's way up your body. His thumb replaced his tongue, circling over your clit. Your eyes closed, helpless whimpers rising out of you. With his other hand, he gripped the back of your neck.

"Open your eyes for me, beautiful," he commanded. "I want to watch you cum for me." Your eyes fluttered open, a struggle against the coil winding tightly within you. "That's a good girl. Cum all over my fingers."

"Eddie..." you keened, back arching, his hand the only thing supporting your body as the most powerful orgasm you'd ever experienced in your life imploded through your body. It was like being burst apart from the inside, like shooting stars rocketing through the sky, like a tornado blowing everything apart. It was like nothing you'd ever felt.

"That's my girl," he praised with a grin, fingers slipping from inside you, leaving you feeling empty. "Fuck, you look beautiful when you cum. I could watch that over and over again."

You whimpered at his words, the very thought of doing this, having this with him for more than one night was almost too much to bear, too much to hope for. You arms came around his neck, your lips pressed to his once again, desperate for more, desperate for as much as you could get of him.

"Someone not satisfied yet?" he sang, pulling back with a grin, tongue running over his teeth. "We can't have that." His hands gripped your ass and hefted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, lips moving over yours as he carried you into his bedroom.

He dropped you on the bed, quickly covering your body with his own. One of his hands slid behind your back, unhooking your bra and pulling the straps down over your arms.

"Fuck, you're so damn beautiful. You're like...perfect..." he commented, eyes raking over every inch of you, causing your body to flush with pleasure.

Then his lips were on your chest, covering every inch, teeth and tongue raking along your nipples, threatening to send you over the edge again. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him against you, needing more, needing to feel all of him.

"Fuck me," you pleaded.

Eddie's head popped up from your chest, eyes glinting devilishly. Kissing his way back up your body, he placed his hands on either side of your head, eyes burning into yours, dark waves brushing your skin.

"You want my cock, princess?" he inquired, teasing. "Want me to fill that pretty little pussy?" You nodded, panting beneath him at just the thought. "Did you fantasize about this? Huh, beautiful? Did you lay in your bed, in that big house, your fingers slipping into your pussy, imagining it was me?"

"Yes," you breathed, biting your lip. "Yes...all the fucking time. Please. I want you, Eddie. I need you."

"Need me? I like the sound of that." He rose from the bed, removing his shorts and boxers. You almost fucking salivated at the sight of him naked in front of you, something you'd imagined but you'd never gotten it right. He was so damn perfect. Grabbing a condom from the dresser, he ripped it open with his teeth, sliding it over his length.

Eddie crawled back over the top of you, lips dropping next to your ear, "Can I tell you a secret? I've jacked myself off to the thought of you under me a thousand time."

And then he was thrusting into you and it was perfection. It was angels singing on fluffy white clouds. It was rainbows glittering across a blue sky. It was sweet, cold ice cream on a hot summer day. It was a crackling fire and a cozy blanket after you came in from the cold. It was every fucking thing that was perfect and good in this world.

"Oh fuck yes..." you cried, wrapping your legs around him, heels digging into his ass in an attempt to pull him even deeper into you.

Eddie grunted, rutting inside of you, bottoming out as he rose up, one hand on the headboard. His eyes focused on the spot where he was entering your body, watching himself slip inside your warmth each time.

"Oh sweetheart...you feel so goddamn good..." he groaned, his hips rolling slowly, relishing every single thrust. "So fucking good, princess."

Your body jolted, tiny electric shocks dancing over your skin, your nerves endings on fire as flames of pleasure raced through you. Eddie's hands slid along your legs, gripping your calves and lifting them up, pushing them until they were back by your ears, causing his cock to reach a whole new depth, a depth you hadn't known existed.

"Fuck!" you screamed, eyes rolling back in your head.

"Yes. Oh shit, baby, I am so close. Are you close, princess?"

You nodded frantically, words lost to you, teeth digging into your lip so hard you could taste blood. Your body was a piano wire, pulled so tight you thought you would snap. Your legs tensed, ankles bent, fireworks exploding behind your eyes as your release burst from you, screaming Eddie's name, fingers clutching at him, grasping, nails scraping along flesh.

"Son of a bitch!" Eddie roared, head bent back, body stilling as he plunged into you once more, his own orgasm taking over. Your legs shook like jello as he trembled above you and then he fell, collapsing against you. "Jesus...shit...fuck..." he muttered, peppering your face with kisses, his forehead pressed against yours. "Your brother is going to be so pissed off when he finds out."

"I...I'm not gonna tell him..." you assured him, shaking your head, legs falling to the mattress, no strength left.

"Well, it will be kind of hard to keep from him forever," Eddie said with a smile. "I mean, how long can we keep hiding?"

"Keep hiding?" you asked, bewildered, list filled brain struggling to keep up with that he was saying. "Do you mean...you want to keep doing this?"

"Hell yeah," he laughed. "Don't you?"

"I mean...yeah...I do. But if we're just sneaking around to have sex, we can keep it a secret. You don't have to tell anyone."

"Oh sweetheart, I definitely want to keep having sex. There's so many damn things I want to do with you. But, I was thinking more than that. How would you feel about me taking you to a movie?"

"Like a date? You want to date me?"

"Yeah." He chuckled, the sound low and husky, sending shivers racing over your skin. "I mean, you said you liked me, right? I thought that meant like, you liked me, liked me."

"No, I do!" you insisted. "I just didn't think you would want..."

"Oh pretty girl, I want. I definitely want." Those lips began moving again, over your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. "You're not the only one who had a crush. I want all of you. I want everything with you."

You sighed softly as those lips began making their way south again, your body ready for him, pulsing, throbbing. Thank god you'd finally found the courage to make a move.

#eddie munson #eddie the banished #stranger things eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #tattoo artist eddie munson #smut #fluff #smut and fluff #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #request #smut requests

[notroosterbradshaw]

Stay the Night

here’s some old-school Bucky in Wakanda smut. I didn’t think I’d publish Bucky stuff here, yet here we are. Hope you enjoy x 

18+, smut, fluff. It's just you and Bucky in Wakanda while the team is away. He tends to his flock, you wish he tended to you.

“Today is the literal meaning of ‘hotter than Hades’,” you announced as you collapsed less than gracefully on a broken tree log as Bucky Barnes shot you a look over his shoulder, sweat protruding from every pore in his tanned, muscular form, a tendril of long, dark hair falling into his glassy blue eyes from the loose ponytail behind his head.

Jesus, a man should never look that damn good, you thought, fanning yourself with your shirt, the material sticking to your drenched skin. Thank god the heat hid your blush.

“Bored?” he asked, scooping up a hay bail and loosening it for the goats he tended to munch on.

“Radio silence,” you replied. “I kind of feel like I’m in the way of the locals when I can’t contact the team. I haven’t heard from Nat, Sam or Steve in a few days. I am pretty useless at times like this.”

“That’s not true,” Bucky said, pointing at the water bottle you had parked beside you. “You brought water. I assume that’s why you’re out here in the midday sun,” he teased as you tossed it to him and he caught it easily with his right hand, twisting the cap off and guzzling the cool refreshment.

Every movement was pure sex, you sighed quietly as his throat bobbed, water falling from the creases of his lips and down his chin. Life seemed much fairer before Bucky Barnes.

“Thanks, Buck,” you rolled your eyes as he finished the bottle easily, crushing it in his palm and laughing at you, walking back to hand it to you.

“No, no,” he nudged your boot with his. “Thank you,” he went back to stacking and distributing hay as you said a quiet goodbye and told him you’d see him later.

You hated when the team was away.

While you’d made some friends in Wakanda, you were still finding your way and mostly felt in the way of working alongside the Wakandan defence and communications teams. They used a lot more sophisticated tech than Stark had ever provided you and you’d never admit it out loud, the tech was somewhat confusing at times, thanks to its gross advancement over what you were used to.

You’d always be thankful for T’Challa and his family for taking you into the palace grounds, a necessity, T’Challa explained. It was beyond amazing and his lovely mother, Ramonda, fussed over you to ensure you were comfortable at all times. It was nice to feel so welcome, but so lonely without your family.

Steve, Nat and Sam had left days ago. Wanda and Vis were off the radar (lie, you knew they were having some kind of rendezvous in Europe and had no intentions of interrupting whatever was or had developed between them).

That left Bucky.

After he’d been woken from cryo, Shuri had run every test known to man on him to assist in the removal of the trigger words, he’d gratefully taken up residence away from the hustle and bustle of the wondrous city and hauled his ass out to the farmlands, simply requesting the peace, privacy and quiet. For the first time in over 100 years, he was able to be his own man without fear of retribution. Sure, the dark memories flickered occasionally, but the words would never hurt him again.

He enjoyed the serenity in the sounds of nature, with the exception of an iPod that Sam had gifted to get him up to speed on more modern music than the 1940’s bops Bucky was more accustomed to –

You sighed, hearing the knock at the door, interrupting the reverie of mindless TV. It was late, too late for guests. After dinner, you’d showered and retired to your PJ’s – your threadbare, well-worn Yankees shirt (your first souvenir of New York City when SHIELD moved you there years earlier regardless of your disinterest in baseball) and loose PJ pants. “Coming,” you replied, pushing yourself up to open the door, surprised to see Bucky on the other side - cleaned up, void of sweat and dust in lazy sweat pants and a white t-shirt. A casual Bucky Barnes. This new development was not helping your crush. Not in the slightest. “Hey. You lost?” you teased lightly.

He showed you a bottle of Glenfidditch and you chuckled a little, moving from the way to let him in. Closing the door behind him, you leaned back against it, a little confused about his visit as Bucky simply didn’t visit anyone aside from Steve or Shuri. You only visited Bucky occasionally to make sure he wasn’t segregating himself, but he did usually prefer his own company when Steve wasn’t around.

“Got ice?” he asked, going to the kitchenette for a couple of tumblers.

“I don’t actually – if I’m going to drink aged whiskey, I’ll be doing it properly.”

“Ooh,” Bucky cooed, a small grin growing on his lips. “A woman after my own heart.”

“Blame Steve – a few years back when we all moved to the Tower… fuck, just after Ultron maybe? Steve brought out a bottle of this stuff and I’ve been a convert ever since. He said you guys would destroy bottles together.”

“Well, he did. I would drink responsibly though I didn’t know at the time I could put them back as well as Steve could with the serum running through my veins,” he said, bringing the glasses to the coffee table, cracking the top and pouring you each a glass. “Are you gonna join me or hang out by the door?”

“Sorry,” your face flushed as you skittered over and sat at the other end of the couch. He handed you a glass and gave you gentle ‘cheers’ before you sat in silence for a while, enjoying the smooth amber liquid. “…Bucky, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “I dunno – you seemed a bit forlorn today. Thought I’d try and be a friend,” he shrugged. “You’ve been pretty accommodating to me since we got here. I guess I could repay the favour even if you’re only checking in on me for Steve. And you’ve got air conditioning,” he tossed in the joke to try and lighten the mood.

“Steve didn’t ask me to keep tabs on you,” you admitted.

“Oh,” Bucky said, sipping his whiskey and easing back on the couch. “Do you like it out here?”

You chewed your lip, dropping your eyes to the glass. “I mean, it’s a hellova lot better than being shipped out to The Raft,” you admitted as he stifled a chuckle.

“True.”

“If I’m going to be on the run for associating with the team, it might as well be in one of the most securest places on the planet.”

“You chose well,” Bucky agreed.

“Would have been stupid for me not to take it. I owe T’Challa, and Steve, a lot.”

“They’re good men.”

“Absolutely.”

Silence overtook the room again though there was no discomfort with it.

“Thanks for havin’ a drink with me,” Bucky said as he polished off his glass. “It’s getting late,” he got to his feet.

“Oh,” you said, surprised. “Okay.”

“I don’t want to impose,” he said with a gentle shrug, collecting his tumbler.

“You’re not imposing. It’s nice to have the company, to be honest,” you confessed.

“'Nother glass then?”

“Definitely,” you said, hoping not to appear too eager. Bucky gave a small nod and poured again.

“I know I’m not much of a talker,” he told you as you sat and cradled your glass close to your chest.

“I just enjoy the company regardless of noise levels,” you shrugged. “It’s different when the team is here, but when they aren’t…”

“When they aren’t?” he pressed.

“I have too much time with my thoughts.”

He raised a glass. “I hear that.”

Your glass joined his. “Why are you in the farmlands then and not in the palace?”

He nodded slowly as you hoped you hadn’t overstepped the mark. Blame the first glass of booze – less than tipsy you would never ask such a question. “Just tryin’ to earn my keep – least I can do since T’Challa is harbouring an international war criminal, assassin, murderer – ”

You gave a gentle laugh. “He’s not harbouring you.”

“Protecting me then,” Bucky corrected himself.

“Maybe protecting you,” you admitted, agreeing.

You both continued a polite conversation, mostly about Steve and the team before you both started dozing at your respective ends of the couch. “I should really head out now,” Bucky said.

“Stay, it’s a million degrees out there.”

He gave you an incredulous look that told you he knew what you were saying, but staying was still a terrible idea. Suddenly overwhelmed, you realised it completely sounded like a blatant invite for sex. It wasn’t, you thought. Was it?

Trying telling your libido that.

“If you stay on your side of the bed, Bucky, and I stay on mine, we won’t have any issues,” you try to regain your composure.

“Are you completely sure?” he looked about as convinced as you thought you were.

“My God, it’s sleep,” you told him. “I would never deny you, of all people, Bucky, sleep.”

Bucky nodded slowly. “Okay. Thank you.”

“It’s far too hot to stay out there overnight. Enjoy a night’s sleep in the air con,” you joked. “If you enjoy sleeping in comfy climates, hey, you might even move in here.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Here?”

You blinked a few times, not catching his tease. “Yeah, like here, the palace.”

He laughed. “Okay.”

“Oh, you thought in here. With me,” you barked a laugh, getting off the couch and heading for the bed, Bucky following a safe distance away. You stifled your discomfort with snark, “Oh, darling,” you leaned forward to cup Bucky’s stubbly chin. “Don’t think so highly of yourself.”

“Oh darlin’, don’t fall for me so quickly. It’ll only end in heartbreak,” he mocked in return. You laughed incredulously, thinking to yourself, ‘too fuckin’ late, buddy’ and moving to your side of the King bed and pulling the pillows towards yourself.

“If you’re truly concerned, here. Build a pillow wall with me. Put that hay bailin’ practice to good use.”

He sighed with a gentle smile, he was thoroughly enjoying this cheeky banter you’d suddenly worked into your conversation and helped you build the Great Wall of pillows.

“Perfect,” you said, fixing the last pillow in place.

“That is an impressive pillow wall,” Bucky concluded, stifling a laugh. “Failsafe.”

“Make yourself comfy,” you told him, laying back as he pulled off his soft cotton t-shirt and folded it, placing it neatly on the bedside table next to him, a habit he’d picked up in military training in the 40s and never really lost it, no matter what control he was under, you imagined.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he told you. “It is a lot nicer inside than out.”

“Told you,” you replied with a chuckle, raising a fist to him over the wall.

“What is that?” he chucked.

“My knuckles? You’ve never knocked ‘knuckles’ with someone? A fist bump?”

He laughed louder. “No, I’ve never fist-bumped.”

“Then hit my knuckles with yours,” you instructed as Bucky did as he was told.  Still confused for a second, his hand met yours gently before opening and clutching your wrist in his warm, rough-skinned hand and bringing your open hand to his lips. The rules of the pillow wall were suddenly crumbling before you. Destroyed so easily.

“You need to behave,” you told him, suddenly very nervous.

“I’m finding it so hard. We’re here and I know it’s not just me that is feeling this, sugar,” he continued kissing to your wrist and moving towards your inner elbow as he got to his knees. Your body betrayed you as goose pimples shot up and down your spine and you found yourself sitting up opposite him. “All I wanna do is compromise this pillow wall.”

You could cut the tension in the cool room with a knife as your eyes burned into his. Chewing his lip, he made no secret of his intentions as he licked his mouth and walloped the pillow wall away.

Suddenly there was no divide and you were looking at each like they were your last meals. “Can I kiss you?” he asked shyly.

“If you don’t, I’m going to kiss you,” you retorted as he skimmed across the sheets to you and pulled your body flush to his. He sunk his fingers into your hair and pulled your face to his, leaving a small kiss on your waiting lips.

“Is that okay?” he asked, almost afraid.

“More,” you demanded as a reply. There was nothing forgiving about it – you were suddenly craving him – his mouth, his touch, his body, his scent and he was surrounding you in a way no other person had before.

He moved back a little. “One minute – I gotta explain…” he breathed gently. “This is kind of my first time being intimate in a long time. I know this,” he looked at his left shoulder, ashamed. “I know it’s not sexy. And if you don’t want to be with me because of it - ”

You grasped his face in your hands, forcing his eyes to meet yours and kissed him lightly. “Believe me when I say I do not care, Bucky. I know you do but I need you to know, this changes nothing for me.”

“I’ve imagined this so many times with you, pleasing you and now we’re here, I just…” his soft Brooklyn accent rumbled. “I just imagined it as me. The old me.”

Your head spun – he felt the same way? Jesus Christ, assassin school taught him surely how to fool you into believing he barely knew you existed.

“Well, I only know this, Bucky – I’m pretty crazy about you.”

His eyes flickered. Maybe it was emotion, you weren’t sure.

“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”

This time, he blushed.

“So maybe, you should just lay back,” you said, helping guide him to do so, his head settling amongst the remains of the disastrous pillow wall and you kissed him, he moaned just loud enough to hear. “And we have a good time, okay?”

He nodded, nervously. “Okay.”

“Now, relax,” you said, unsure where your confidence was coming from but you knew he needed you to lead him and you were going to treat him right. He deserved this – you, and all of you. All for him.

You ungracefully tossed the sheets from the bed, they’d just be getting in the way and crawled towards Bucky’s feet, grabbing the loose elasticised ankles and pulling at them, the sweats he wore drawn from his slender hips, descending his powerful thighs and calves before you disregarded them all together, leaving him solely in boxer briefs. Calvin Klein, how so very rude.

And dear, if your mouth didn’t water at the surprise he poorly hid in them.

Kissing his ankle and working your lips up the inside of his legs, tickling behind his knee, he shuddered. He shuddered hard. “Fuck,” he muttered. You smiled against his skin, lips moving again, your hands massaging his powerful thighs. Stopping at his waist, you crept onto his lap and pulled away your shirt. Bucky sighed, his hand reaching out to touch you. You leaned closer to him as his arm skirted around you, pulling your body flush to his to kiss you, your tongue tracing his full lips as he enthusiastically opened his mouth for your tongues to meet. His hand scalded your skin as he groped at you lightly, cascaded your side and tangled into your hair, deepening the kiss as his hips started to move beneath your body, his cock needing the friction.

You paused and raised a finger to him. He raised a confused eyebrow as you scampered off him to lose your sweats, no panties underneath. You didn’t let him get a good, long look at you before you moved to rid him of his boxers, hard cock free and you gave him a few encouraging pumps, his eyes rolling back. “Sweet Jesus,” he begged for mercy. “Please.”

“Please?” you raised a teasing eyebrow and sat on your knees between his muscular thighs. He was asking you to go down on him. You’d never felt so willing before to please a man as you were for to do for Bucky.

“Please,” he tried again as you could see this man didn’t need to be teased, he just needed to be wanted. Adored. Loved.

“Okay. Okay, now you sit back, Barnes. And you let me take care of the rest.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he tucked his arm behind his head, licking his lips as you took him in your palms before an encouraging kiss to the head and taking him into your mouth. “Dear God,” he managed to say through groans. His hand found your hair again, pushing your hair from your face to see what he thought was the most beautiful mouth he’d ever seen work over his body. “Baby, that is so good. So hot,” he encouraged, clutching roughly but not enough to hurt, just enough to spur you on. You continued your ministrations for a few minutes more before he guided you away from him, gasping. “Baby, stop. I’ll come.”

You blinked at him. “That’s okay,” you promised. “I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He grinned at you. “I’m sure you can. But I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he admitted shyly.

“Oh,” you gave a gentle nod. “I thought I was doing something wrong.”

He shook his head, alarmed. “God, no. You were a little too good at what you were doing,” he reassured you. “Get up here,” he pulled you to his face to meet him for a lingering kiss. “You could kill a man with that mouth.”

“I doubt that,” you got suddenly shy, burying your blushing face in his neck as he guided your face back to his.

“Don’t get bashful now, sweetheart,” he gazed at you like you were about the best damn thing he’d ever seen. You didn’t know how or why, but the look turned you on more than any act prior to right then. You just wanted to make him happy, release him, and feel him come apart under your hands. “I have an admission to make, and fuck, I hope this doesn’t come across as shitty…” he said quietly.

“What’s that?” you asked, suddenly feeling very exposed regardless of you lack of clothing.

“Uhh… I don’t know, logistically, how I make this work without you on toppa me, baby. I’m sorry, I don’t want to crush you if something goes wrong,” he looked as though he wanted the bed to eat him whole.

And why, you don’t know. But his admission gave you the confidence you didn’t expect. “Is this you suggesting I ride you?” you gave a small giggle as he chewed his lip.

“Lil’ bit, yeah. I know that sounds so goddamn selfish – ”

“Giving me the power over you makes you selfish?”

“Well, it takes away a fair amount of effort,” he reasoned. “And you know, I wanna show you what I can do…” his voice trailed off, timidly.

And suddenly you understood. This wasn’t just about a missing limb – this was the pain and terror from all those years ago. The raw, never-ending trauma of Bucky’s initial testing, falling from the train in the Alps. Losing his arm seemed so minute in all of it. Years of physical and mental abuse, and psychological torment at the hands of HYDRA, of the Soviets, whoever was the highest bidder for The Winter Soldier.

This was touch, connection, feeling wanted and adored – oh, how needed to Bucky understand how much you wanted to be the person to help him.

You tutted him and inhaled, gently cupping his cheek, choosing compassion. “Relax, handsome, lay back and enjoy,” you instructed as he nodded slightly and wrapped his scorching hand around your ribs. It was such a simple act, but it turned you on so much. It felt possessive, wanted. “I want to make you feel so fucking good – will you let me?”

You don’t know why you asked, but you knew you needed to hear him tell you he wanted this too. “Yes,” he nodded shyly. “Hell yes.”

“Okay,” you leaned down to kiss him, reached between your bodies and in your warm hands, adjusted your body on his. Viewing Bucky as he felt you sheath your body around his was as good as it could ever get – his plumb lips drawn into his gleaming white teeth, his bright blue eyes hidden behind his long lashes. Giving him some time to adjust, just like you were to his size encouraged you as he lightly raised his hips in hopes for you to move. “You good?” you asked again.

“Better than, amazing,” he told you, gripping your hip and your body slowly started to move above him. “Jesus Christ,” he uttered, raising his eyes to look at you.

Taking his hand and linking your fingers as you relaxed and stopped trying to ensure his good time (it appeared ensured) and sinking into feeling so good yourself, you moved your hips more, craving Bucky deeper, hoping to find that elusive little spot to make you explode.

“Touch yourself?” he pleaded quietly. “Please, sugar?”

Appeasing him happily, he watched your free hand creep down your body and open yourself up to where your bodies met, your fingers putting on a show as you toyed with yourself just for his dark, lust-filled eyes. Your body tightened under the pressure and Bucky’s pleasured grunts and curses was certainly on the rise. His hand relinquished yours as he clutched onto your ass, forcing you rougher into him, his tempo speeding up and urging you to do the same from the friction his body caused yours.

“God, you feel so good. So wet, so warm,” he muttered, his breathing deepening as his hips haphazardly fired into you. “Are you close?” he asked desperately. You were, you so fucking were, you realised, his simple question bringing you even closer. You nodded as you pressed harder against your clit, desperate for your own release and of course, his.

He needs this, you reminded yourself. You needed this. “Fuck, yes,” you replied as he used his abs to sit up, suddenly so much deeper into you as you looked at each other face to face, chest to chest and Bucky kissed you. He kissed you with those beautiful lips and a tongue that knew exactly how you wanted to be kissed as he moaned into your mouth. He wrapped his arm around your waist and took a nipple into your mouth as you started to come – that was the move, the special way to push you over the edge. Realising this, Bucky grinned and looked at you, using those pearly whites to chew lightly and you were coming. Coming so hard that you felt like you might have seen stars as he let out a litany of curses and came hard too.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Bucky breathed, chest heaving as he rolled onto his back, taking your body down with him, keeping you wrapped in his embrace and softening inside you. Bucky Barnes liked to cuddle, you realised.

“Holy shit,” you managed to say as you tried to settle your breathing. “That was fantastic.”

“Really?” he asked bashfully. He looked you in the eye and begged you weren’t lying to him. You nodded and tenderly kissed him. “Good,” he gave a small, shy smile and suddenly appeared so boyish. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have the thank me,” you told him. “Trust me, I’m just glad you stayed.”

“Fuck, me too,” he laughed. “Me too.”

Hearing your phone beep, you shot up through the heaviness across your chest and halted you. Bucky’s body subdued you – the body heat he exhumed was hot and stifling. He groaned, pulling you back down to him.

“They’ll call back,” he muttered. “Sleep.”

“It’s the team,” you whispered back. He breathed heavily, reaching out for the phone for you reluctantly and putting it in your hands. Relief washed through you. The team, including Wanda and Vis, were returning to Wakanda imminently. “Did you sleep okay?”

Yawning, Bucky slightly freed you from his grasp. “You weren’t wrong about sleeping comfortably – I mean, I don’t deserve to, but it was the most relaxing sleep I’ve had in years.”

“I’m glad to hear it, Bucky. Truly.”

He soothingly kissed your naked shoulder. “Thank you for last night.”

“I just hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“So much,” he breathed against your skin, rolling you to your back and lightly pining your body under his. You loved the feel of his weight on your body. You would come to crave it. Addicted and all in less than 12 hours. You’d fallen so hard, so fast. “Did you?”

“Yes,” you couldn’t lie. Bucky’s body was made for a multitude of sins and loving on a woman? The top. He kissed each eyelid that fluttered closed under his touch, the tip of your nose, his mouth travelling through your throat to your décolletage. “Behave…” you teased, your fingers lacing into his long, dark, loose waves.

He laughed into your skin. “Okay,” he nudged your knees apart, his hips meeting yours. He felt as if he was flying – he’d never imagined the confidence he felt, that you’d given to him. Or how you could have destroyed it by rejecting him. The power you had over him was stifling. That was a hellova lot scarier than what was to eventually come.

“What did I say?”

“You told me to behave.”

“And what did you do?”

“The exact opposite,” he admitted. “I just can’t seem to keep my mitts offa you. You’ve opened the floodgates, sugar. I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again.”

Your phone beeping incessantly now, you found yourself in a world where only you and Bucky ceased to exist. The rest of the world could wait another hour.

#make me regret posting this 😬 #bucky with the good hair #bucky fluff #bucky x you #bucky imagine #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky angst #white wolf #notroosterbradshaw #reposting from another life #if this bombs I’m deleting it

[steddiealltheway]

Incorrect Fruity Four Living Together Quotes

Eddie: *watching their house burn down*

Eddie:

Eddie: *starts filming* Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Nancy: Yesterday, I overheard Steve saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Eddie replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail.

Eddie: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Jonathan: What’s Eddie to you?

Steve, Robin, and Nancy: The reason we wake up every morning.

Argyle: …that’s adorable.

Eddie, earlier that morning, banging pots together: WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

-:-:-:-:-:-

Robin: If you water water, it grows.

Steve: ...What.

Eddie: They've got a point.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Nancy, easily: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Eddie, proudly: Fuck you.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie: Steve, do you love me?

Steve: Of course I do!

Eddie: Would you still love me if I did something bad?

Steve: Well, of course I… would…

Eddie: I mean something really, really—

Steve: Eddie, what did you do?

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie: Are you busy?

Nancy: Yes.

Eddie: Cool, listen to this.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Robin: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.

Eddie: way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie: Who wants to make fifty bucks?

Robin: How?

Eddie: I need someone to take the fall.

Robin: What did you do?

Eddie: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.

Steve, from the other room: Oh my god.

Eddie: ...

Steve: OH MY GOD!

Robin: Make it a hundred.

Eddie: Deal.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve: I’m proud to say I’ve come over my fear of ghosts!

Robin: Eyy, that’s the spirit!

Steve: *gasps* whErE???!!!??

-:-:-:-:-:-

Nancy: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Steve: You left me, Robin, and Eddie in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Nancy: I did that on purpose, try again.

#steddie #ronance #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fruity four #the fruity four #incorrect stranger things quotes #stranger things incorrect quotes #incorrect ronance quotes #incorrect steddie quotes #incorrect fruity four quotes

[sanguineterrain]

Sweeter Than This

Summary: you and Steve take the gang apple picking.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: heavy dose of pining, kissing, the kids being little shits (affectionate), Steve being a dork!!! <3

Notes: first time writing for Steve Harrington! hope you guys enjoy this one. A reminder that Steve and the Reader are over 18 and that I imagine this taking place after S3.

divider by the wonderful s-tarksintern <3

The radio on your desk crackled briefly before a tinny voice rang through. 

"Hello? Y/N?"

You pulled down your sweater, jumping up from the bed to answer. "Steve? Since when do you have a walkie?"

"Oh, I, uh, don't. This is Dustin's… we're, um, almost there. Nancy and Robin couldn't make it, so—"

Another voice interrupted. "Hi, Y/N!"

You smiled. "Hey, Dustin. Excited to go apple picking?"

"We all are!" he confirmed. "And my mom—keep your pants on, dude, you can talk to your girlfriend in a minute." 

"She's not my girlfriend!" was Steve's instant reply, and you felt heat bloom up the back of your neck. 

"Anyways," continued Dustin. "My mom said I could get a bag of their cider donuts. Isn't that awesome?"

"That's so awesome," you replied, genuinely excited. "I can't wait."

"Okay, come down! We're here."

You pushed the antenna down and grabbed your purse, flying down the stairs. You paused by the door, giving yourself a final onceover in the mirror before heading out. Steve was outside, leaned on the passenger side door of what looked to be the Wheelers' station wagon. He straightened as soon as you walked down the path. Dustin was next to him, waving. 

"You can sit up front, Y/N," Dustin informed you cheerily. 

"But won't you have to sit in the hatch?" 

"It's cool," he shrugged, cheeks puffed into a grin. "You guys should sit up front together."

"O…kay. Thanks." You turned to Steve, crisp fall air sliding through your lungs. "Hi, Steve. Rockin' the Wagon, huh?"

"Unfortunately," he grimaced. "Nancy and Robin bailed, so Nance let me borrow her car to fit everybody."

"Bailed?" you wondered. “That doesn’t sound like them.”

He shook his head. "They both simultaneously came down with the flu, somehow. I think they're full of shit, personally, because Nance is religious when it comes to getting her vitamin C. She has, like, three oranges a day as soon as the temperature drops below sixty."

"Come on, all the good apples will be gone at this rate!" came from inside the car.

Steve rolled his eyes. You laughed, nudging his shoulder. 

"Onwards, Harrington. The children have spoken."

"The children are brats."

But he got into the car. You did the same, turning your head to check that everyone was here. Max, Lucas, and Mike were in the backseat, while Dustin and Will had quietly accepted their fates in the hatchback. 

"Seatbelts!" said Steve, and there were a few clicks. 

"You too, Y/N," he added, lips quirked, and you pulled your belt across, smiling sheepishly. 

"Sorry. I ought to be a better role model, huh? Anybody want snacks? I have pretzels, kettle corn, graham crackers…"

"I'll take some pretzels."

"Kettle corn for the win!"

You passed out the snacks, taking care not to drop any when the car pulled away from the curb. 

"Don't make a mess, we don't want to dirty up the Wheelers' car," you reminded. 

"Hey!" Steve said, glaring at the rear view mirror. "I can literally see you guys throwing pretzels at each other. Cut it out."

"Yes, mom, yes, dad," mumbled Lucas, making all of them giggle. 

Steve rolled his eyes. You cleared your throat. 

"Steve, would you like a snack?" 

He grinned, eyes bright and dark like mahogany. 

"Sure, why not. What are my options here?"

"We've got Goldfish, trail mix, and grapes," you said, presenting the Ziplocs with a flourish. 

"Oh, Goldfish, no doubt. Here." He took one hand off the steering wheel, tendons flexing as his left hand curved around the leather. His right hand reached towards you, and you opened the baggie, cupping it so it was easier for Steve to take the crackers. He glanced at you, swallowing. 

"Thank you, Y/N. Guys, everybody say thank you."

"Thanks, Y/N!" chirped five adolescents. 

"Anytime. Steve, you've got crumbs."

"Oh." He swiped at his mouth. "Good?"

"Not quite. Here—" you pulled up the sleeve of your sweater, gently brushing the corner of Steve's mouth. 

He swallowed, the corner of his mouth tipping up. "Thanks."

You smiled, popping a grape into your mouth. 

"Sure. So, Dustin," you started. "How big is the farm?" 

"Four hundred acres. It's been around for almost two hundred years!"

"I hope they have apple taffy," said Mike.

"And pumpkins," added Lucas.

"Pumpkins aren't till next month, dude," Max corrected.

"They could have them!"

As the pumpkin debate continued, you glanced at Steve. 

"Hey. Is that a new coat?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Bloomingdale's. Half off, actually."

"Wow," you said. "What a steal."

"I know, right? The inside is super soft. Here, feel."

You hesitated, eyes darting from the jacket to Steve. He was focused on the road, unaware of your hesitation. 

"Okay," you murmured, touching the inside of the collar. 

It was soft, thick like sheep's wool. You felt the heat from Steve's skin, see the summer freckles still prominent on his neck. The coat was big on him, making him look cozy. You forced your gaze away.

"It's nice," you said hoarsely, retracting. "Looks good on you, Harrington."

His answering grin was sunshine. Butterflies fluttered in your belly.

"Are we almost there?" asked Will. 

"We've been driving for ten minutes," replied Steve. "Take a nap or something."

Will's face scrunched. "I'm too old for naps."

"After the year we've had? I don't think so."

To Steve's credit, Will and Lucas both ended up falling asleep in the hour drive it took to get to Berkshire Farms. Max quietly listened to her cassettes and Dustin and Mike occupied themselves with some game you were certain you wouldn't understand. 

"Hey, Y/N?" Steve's voice was hushed. 

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering, if, um… well, I know you're starting classes soon, but I was wondering if maybe you wanted to, uh, do something."

"Do something?" you asked. 

"Yeah. I mean, you'll be at school, but—"

"I'm only a half hour away," you reminded. 

"No, yeah, right. And that's awesome, obviously. I'm… I'm glad you're so close. So, I thought we could, you know, do something together."

"See a movie?" 

"Yeah, yeah. Like that. But…"

You turned your body all the way, facing him. Gravel crunched underneath the tires as you pulled into the parking lot of the farm. Steve's fingers drummed on the steering wheel. He didn't look at you. 

"But what, Steve?" you prompted. 

"We're here! Open, open, open!"

You blinked. Dustin jiggled the handles. Steve sighed, telling him to cut it out before unlocking the doors. You followed them out before they all scattered, corralling the group towards the booth to get bags for apple-picking. 

"Everybody take a bag," you directed. "No pushing! Guys, come on. Okay, where do we want to go first? How about the golden delicious?"

"My mom wants me to get pink gala," said Mike. "I'll meet you after."

The others echoed similar sentiments.

"Wait—guys, I thought we were going to pick apples together. You're going to leave me by myself?" you frowned. 

They exchanged looks before Lucas spoke up. "You won't be alone, Y/N. You'll be with Steve."

"Yeah, Steve's cool," said Dustin. “Don’t you think he’s cool?”

“Well, yeah, of course I like Steve, but—”

"He'll carry your apples for you!" he added and nudged Max, who nodded emphatically. 

"Yeah," she agreed. "Uh, Steve's great. You guys would be great… picking apples together."

They stared at you with wide eyes, a few shifting their weight. You relaxed into a smile, finally understanding. 

"Okay, okay. You guys want to spend time together before school starts, huh? I get it, we're old and we cramp your style."

"No—" started Will, but was effectively cut off with an elbow from Mike. "Ow, what the hell!"

"That's exactly it, Y/N," said Dustin. "Yeah, whew, we didn't wanna say anything, but we need to go over some plans for high school, you know? I mean, we're gonna be freshmen. It's a big deal."

"What's a big deal?" Steve asked, two apple bags tucked under his arm. 

"Nothing. High school stuff. Anyway, we're gonna go pick our own apples. We have walkies," Dustin said, shaking his own radio. "Here, take this one."

He tossed Mike's walkie to Steve, who caught it with one hand. "Whoa, you're ditching us? Come on, guys, Y/N really wanted this to be a thing we did together."

"Steve, it's okay," you soothed, patting his arm. "They want to hang out. We're old and they have important teen matters to address."

"I'm not old!" Steve insisted. His eyes narrowed at Dustin, who was the picture of innocence. "What are you planning?"

"We're not planning anything, Steve. Is it so wrong if we split up for a bit and meet back for lunch?"

They were all beginning to back away. You shook your head fondly. 

"Go ahead. Keep your walkies on, though. Will, watch out for bees!" 

"'Kay! See ya! Have fun."

They scattered into the orchard, disappearing among the rows of apples. You turned to Steve, who had his arms crossed. 

"Those little assholes," he muttered. "You're way too soft on them."

"Aw, they're kids. Besides, I knew they'd want to do their own thing at some point. They should have fun, you know?"

You bumped Steve’s shoulder, not wanting him to be truly upset with them. He sighed, melting. 

"Yeah, okay. Guess they deserve it." He took the bags from under his arm. "So where do you wanna start? Golden delicious, right? For the pies?"

You blinked. You'd mentioned making pies for Mrs. Sinclair's bake sale weeks ago. 

"You remembered."

"Well, yeah. Your pies are, like, the best thing there." 

"Oh, so you only remembered to get free pie, huh?"

Steve's grin was boyish. "Maybe I'm just really dedicated to the Hawkins bake sale."

"Wow, well, good to know where your loyalties lie, Steve," you sighed dramatically. "But if you can be bought with free pie, I guess I'll make the most of it."

You stepped forward and picked a few apples, dropping them ceremoniously into the bag. Steve gently coaxed it out of your grip, dutifully holding it open as you snaked down the aisles.

"Hey, so… that thing I mentioned," he began as you prowled for good apples. "In the car. About us going somewhere?"

"Oh, right! What were you thinking? My school will probably have sports rallies and stuff. We could go to one of those together? Maybe with the others?"

"We could," Steve said weakly. He scratched the back of his neck. "But I was thinking, actually…"

"Steve—I'm sorry, keep talking—but can you get that apple up there for me? On the top branch." 

"Sure, sure." Steve reached up, his arm longer than yours, and he plucked the apple from the tree, dropping it into the bag. You nodded, satisfied. 

"Good. I think we've got enough. Let's go to the granny smiths next."

You headed down the path, watching for the little signs tied to stakes in front of the trees. 

"So, Y/N? What I was saying before."

"Oh my God, yeah, go ahead. Sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off," you said. "So what did you mean?" 

"Like, uh… shit." Steve chuckled slightly, cheeks red. "Damn, I used to be good at this."

"Good at what?" 

“I, um…” 

You were closer now, having entered Steve’s space to pick a pair of bright green apples. He opened the bag for you, never looking away. 

“Hey, lovebirds! You there?”

The crackle of the walkie startled you apart. Steve fumbled to dig it out, pressing the button.

“What is it, Dustin?” he answered impatiently.

“Okay, okay, sheesh. We were wondering if you and Y/N are done, ‘cause we’re hungry.”

“I could eat,” you said. “Steve?”

“Sure,” he sighed. “We’ll meet you guys at the car.”

It wasn’t far to the parking lot. Steve carried your apples for you, despite your insistence you could carry a bag. You went to pay for your bags while he went to the car so the kids could get their lunches. You bought a pint of cider to share, smiling when Lucas lit up at the sight.

“Yes!” he said, pumping his fist. “Their cider is awesome.”

You unpacked your lunch—chicken salad—and dug in. Soon, everyone was eating… except Steve. Of course, you noticed immediately. 

“Where’s your food, Steve?” you asked.

“Oh, uh, I didn’t bring any. I’m good, you know, I’ll eat tonight.”

Your mouth drew into a pout. “Steve, you should eat.”

“Y/N, it’s okay, really.”

“Dude, you activated her mother hen mode,” Max sighed. 

You pulled out a second chicken salad sandwich, sliding it to him. “Here. Take it.”

“No, Y/N, I don’t wanna take your food—”

“You’re not,” you shrugged. “I packed extra just in case. Eat, Stevie, please.”

Steve relented, unwrapping the foil. You beamed, satisfied, and returned to your own food.

“After this, we should look at pumpkins,” announced Lucas.

“It’s not even October. They don’t have freaking pumpkins, man,” Mike sighed.

“Here we go again,” groaned Max.

“There are other fruits,” you offered, but they weren’t listening.

They started roughhousing then, and you reached to pull the food away from the edge. 

“Guys, stop,” Steve said. “You’re too close to the table, it’s gonna—”

Someone bumped into the corner. The cider toppled.

“—spill.”

You hissed at the cold, standing. Eighty percent of the cider ended up on your sweater. The other twenty pooled on the ground in a sugary puddle.  

“Shit, I’m sorry!” rushed out Mike. 

“Sorry, Y/N,” Lucas winced. 

“It’s okay,” you sighed, quickly wiggling out of your sweater before the liquid soaked through. “It’ll wash out.”

You grabbed a wad of napkins, patting your sweater. The cider had already begun to set, and you soon gave up, carefully rolling it into a ball. A particularly chilly breeze cut through and you shivered. That’s when you felt something soft being draped over your shoulders. 

“Hold on, I think I have a scarf too,” Steve said, standing before you could protest. 

You snuggled into his coat, pulling it around your arms. The kids stared at you, all with secretive smiles.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing,” Dustin said in a voice that made it clear it was something. 

Steve returned shortly with a knitted heather gray scarf. 

“Won’t you be cold?” you asked.

“I’m okay. Still got my sweater,” he said, gesturing to his yellow pullover. 

“Alright, but if you feel cold…”

“I won’t,” Steve laughed. “Promise.” 

Your last stop, minus the pumpkins (which were not yet in season, much to Lucas’ dismay), was the gift shop. Will and Max made a beeline for the apple cider donuts. The others were fascinated by the apple-themed trinkets. You particularly were taken by the hand-knitted tea cozies. 

“What do you think?” came Steve’s voice from beside you. He held up an enamel pin that said apple-y ever after. “Is this a babe magnet or what?”

You snorted. “Without a doubt. Girls love apple puns.”

“Yeah?” he grinned.

“Mmhm. I do, at least.”

You felt Steve’s eyes on you as you continued looking through the cozies. You held up another with a turkey on it.

“Hey, this reminds me,” you started. "My mom said you could come over for Thanksgiving. If you want. I don't know if you have plans, or…"

"I don't," Steve said. "My folks aren't, uh, much for family dinners.”

"Well, you're always welcome to ours. And I thought maybe it could be fun! I asked Robin and she said she might make it too, so…”

Steve smiled, nodding. "I’d like that. Jesus, wow."

"What?"

"Times like these, I'm, um—I’m really glad I pulled my head out of my ass.” Steve shyly ran a hand through his hair. “God, you probably couldn't stand me back then. I'm happy we met, despite the circumstances. You're the best thing in my life, Y/N."

"Oh," you said, overwhelmed. "Steve, I—well, that's not true. You had Nancy. Have Nancy." Their history was one you were well acquainted with.

Steve shook his head. "No. 'S not the same. She's great, don't get me wrong, but you're… it's like apples and oranges."

“Hmm?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, voice a whisper. “And I, uh… I really like apples.”

Your eyes darted to his lips. Steve watched them do so.

“Y/N! Can I get this? Suzie wants to try this science thing from camp.”

Dustin held up a lighter with tiny apples on it. 

“Um, no, you may not,” you scoffed. “Your mom would kill us if you brought that home.”

“She won’t see it! I swear, I’ll be super cautious.”

“No,” you and Steve answered at the same time.

Dustin pouted, disappearing to put it away.

“These kids,” Steve mumbled, hands on his hips. 

You hid a smile behind the tea cozy, scooting closer to him. 

“Hey. You cold?” he asked.

“Kinda. There’s a draft,” you lied. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, putting an arm around your shoulders. “It’s okay.”

The car ride home was quieter, apple-picking having effectively worn everybody out. Huey Lewis sang about the power of love, only slightly muted from how old the car’s radio was. Steve had fastened the apple-y ever after pin to the collar of his sweater. You smiled every time your gaze fell on it. 

You dropped Max off first, then Lucas, then Mike and Will, who were having a sleepover. Dustin was the last, living the closest to your house. He gave a little wave and a thumbs-up before racing up the steps. Eventually, you were in front of your house. Steve parked and got out for you, carrying your bags of apples to your doorstep.

“Thank you,” you grinned. “Again. You’ve been a huge help today, Steve.”

“Oh, well, y’know, gotta have somebody to tag-team those rascals.”

“You were great. You’re always great,” you added, heart thumping. 

Steve’s expression was soft, eyes warm. “I had a lot of fun, Y/N.”

“Me too! I love hanging out with you.”

You stared at each other for a long moment before you turned abruptly, fidgeting with your house keys.

“Um, okay, well, I’m gonna head in. Oh! Crap, your coat. And your scarf. Uh—”

You dropped your keys and winced. Steve slowly retrieved them as you shrugged off his jacket and unraveled the scarf. As soon as he straightened, you tossed them over his head like he was an unsightly lamp. 

“Shit! Sorry.” Pull it together, Y/N.

Steve’s shoulders were shaking as he bit his cheek to restrain his laughter. That got you giggling, and soon you were both breathless, snorting and wheezing. He pulled the coat off his head, tucking it under his arm. You couldn’t help another giggle at the flyaway hairs from the static.

“Here, lemme just—” you gently flattened Steve’s hair, hand lingering down his arm and finally falling back to your side. 

His smile was fond. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing. Wouldn’t want you coming across any groovy chicks with hair out of place.”

“Groovy?” he teased. 

“What! People say groovy,” you defended.

“Nobody under forty.”

“That does it,” you decided. “No free pie for you, Steve Harrington.”

“Aw, come on! Alright, how ‘bout this: we can bring groovy back. You’ll make it popular again.”

“Hm. Okay, fair enough. I’ll save you a pie.”

“Groovy,” he grinned, handing you your keys.

You snorted, turning and picking up your bags, struggling only for a moment before you got the door open. Steve kept a hand on the door so you could get inside and put the bags down. 

“Okay. Good. Good stuff. So, uh…” 

“Y/N?”

You turned back around. “Yeah—yes, Steve?”

Steve was close, closer than he’d been all day. Your heartbeat picked up as he leaned in, hand coming up to cup your face. You both paused, waiting.

“Can I–?”

You nodded, eyes already fluttering shut. Steve tasted like sugar and cider. Your hands curled into his hair, nose pressing into his cheek. His lips were soft, a little cold from the weather. You could feel his body heat through his sweater and you tugged him in. 

The door hitting your butt made you flinch. Steve pulled back, concerned.

“Door,” you chuckled breathlessly, hands resting on the nape of his neck.

“Oh,” he said, thumb brushing your cheek. 

“So…”

“So,” Steve echoed. “Was that, uh, okay?”

“More than okay. Really, really great, actually.”

“I can’t take all the credit,” he shrugged. “I am wearing the pin.”

“Oh, I see,” you grinned. “Well, what do you and your pin say to coming over Saturday and helping me make pies?”

“We would enjoy that very much, but I should warn you I’m incredibly accident-prone in the kitchen.”

“That’s alright,” you said slyly.

His lips were pink and slightly swollen. You felt excitement curl in your belly at the prospect of getting to kiss Steve Harrington again and again. You drew him in, lips resting on his.

“You can be the taste-tester.”

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[princessbellecerise]

Protect and Serve

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summary | Cops were supposed to be the good guys. They were supposed to be there to protect you. But unfortunately for you, the only person Officer Rogers is interested in serving is himself

warnings | corrupt!cop!steve, non-con, oral (m. receiving), rough sex, face fucking, hair pulling, public intoxication, mentions of drinking, threats made with a weapon, violence, 18+ ONLY

the fic is eighteen plus only. minors do not enter

divider by @princessbellecerise

You were a mess.

You weren’t quite sure how you had gotten this drunk, stumbling and giggling and pushing your way through the crowd of juniors and seniors alike. You weren’t sure when you had had your first drink either, but your last was sitting in between your hand, containing a mystery alcohol that had you barely remembering your own name.

It sloshed all over as your high-heeled feet bent and twisted, just trying to make it to a couch or something so that you could sit down. Your head was pounding and you could barely see straight, your friends long gone; even though you were supposed to leave the party together.

They had ditched you for some frat guys that offered them weed, so you were by yourself as you finally huffed and planted yourself on a stable surface.

It was the first time that night your feet had gotten any break, so it was no surprise that you literally moaned at the relief.

The couple that was sitting next to you gave you a weird look as you tore one of your heels off, literally tossing it across the room without a care. Then you set your drink down on the soft cushion so that you could rub your feet, closing your eyes and relaxing.

With your brain foggy, it was easy to zone out for a few minutes. You tried to get the cramps out of your foot and when you opened your eyes, you noted that the couple was no longer there.

Snickering, you shook your head and decided to make use of the empty space by laying down. You sighed in relief once again as the soft cushions embraced your sore body, not even caring about the mysterious stains or the weird looks you were getting.

Had you been sober, your ass would have never even touched that couch, let alone lain on it. But you weren’t, and it was far too late to convince you otherwise. You laid there, content as you watched the party lights dance all over the room, bouncing off sweaty bodies of your classmates. Along with it, the smell of sex, weed and alcohol loomed in the air. You crinkled your nose and noted that the combination did nothing for your raging headache.

You felt like your pulse was pounding to the beat of the music. Everything was blurry, your world spinning no matter if you sat up or down.

Maybe one drink ago you would’ve realized it was time to stop and maybe smell the roses. Some water should’ve most definitely been in your system but since your friends were nowhere to be found, there was no one to take care of you. No one to look after you and make sure you got home safe even though you did when they got drunk.

There was no one there to protect you. So, you did what you had to do.

It was nearing midnight, and even though you were drunk off of your ass, you still had some memory. It still occurred to you one way or another that you had to get back home and in bed before your test tomorrow. Professor Vargas had been kind enough to let you make it up on a Saturday, so you weren’t going to let your free chance go to waste.

Someway or another, you had to find your way back to your dorm. And in your drunk in mind, you thought that should’ve been easy.

The frat house that you currently resided in was on campus, so clearly it made sense to you that you could’ve just walked back home. Nevermind the fact that it was freezing outside in New York, you were drunk, and you only had one shoe on your foot. The only thing that mattered to you was making it back to your warm bed. And with no money for an Uber and no friends around to bail you out, you were on your own.

So, you hauled your ass up from the couch, the height difference between your normal foot and your heels making you limp. You looked crazy as you made your way to the door, but nobody seemed to care enough to stop you from stepping outside into the cold, all of them too busy partying and trying to get home themselves.

You couldn’t blame them—it wasn’t like you were kids anymore when everyone looked out for each other. On campus, you were all adults so you were expected to take care of yourself, even if you were too wasted to remember your own name.

You were expected to find a way, and you did. You hauled your ass away from that party and down the blackened street, phone in one hand and only your lipgloss in the other. Then, you set off in the direction that you thought was towards your dorm, stumbling and giggling and just downright making a fool of yourself.

If anyone saw you, it would’ve been obvious that you were drunk. If the way that you belted out the lyrics to I Want It That Way wasn’t already a dead giveaway, then surely the stench of alcohol on your bath would have been. And if anyone saw you, especially a cop, it would’ve been their due diligence to stop you and make sure you were all right.

So that’s exactly what Steve did.

You heard the sirens before you saw them, the loud noise causing you to flinch as it filled the night air. You paused on your singing, the red and blue lights frightening you and seeming to snap you awake.

In all your time walking, you hadn’t even noticed that you were going the wrong way, and it suddenly occurred to you that the street you were on was not one that lead back to your dorm.

That meant that if there was a cop behind you, it definitely wasn’t campus security. And suddenly you seemed to sober up as the thought of being arrested for public intoxication struck you.

It made you pause, stopping in the middle of the street. And by the time you heard the official blaring of the siren come on, you decided in one quick second that you were going to run.

Steve groaned in annoyance as he saw your figure suddenly takeoff, a grimace crossing his lips. Damn, did he hate when they ran. But oh how he loved it at the same time. He hated the chasing part, but he loved always catching them in the end.

Judging by the way you were definitely drunk, Steve knew it wouldn’t take long to catch you. So he sighed and in excitement he quickly parked his police car, hastily turning off his body cam. He’d make another excuse to the Chief as to why he had it turned off, and since he was a Captain, he knew no one would really question it.

This led to a grin growing on his face, and as soon as Steve had the keys in his hands, he took off after you.

“Hey, you—stop!”

You heard his voice but you didn’t stop, the thunderous sound causing fear to trickle down your spine. You could hear the pounding of his footsteps on the pavement behind you, the heavy stomping of his boots seemingly getting closer and closer the more you tried to outrun him.

Admittedly, it was extremely difficult due to your footwear. Honestly, you weren’t really sure why you didn’t just stop or at least take your damn heels off so that you could run faster.

None of that seemed to cross your drunk mind, all logic gone. The only thing on your brain was somehow outrunning this extremely athletic cop, but like you said—that was only your drunk logic.

In real life, it actually took no time for Steve to catch up with you. You really weren’t even running at all, more like limping which made it easier to grab you. When he did, his whole body seemed to slam into you and you yelped as the impact nearly knocked you flat on your face. You groaned, but that pain was nothing compared to what Steve had planned for you.

“Please sir, I’m really so—”

“I said stop, god dammit! Didn’t you hear me?”

The words came out through gritted teeth, and you winced when you were suddenly slammed against the highway railing, Steve’s body hot and angry behind yours.

You couldn’t see him, so you could most definitely feel him as there wasn’t any space left between the two of you. He was pressed tight against you, and you struggle a little bit, discomfort filling you. You didn’t like the way he was so close, so your lips parted as to plead with him—though didn’t quite know what for, you figured you’d try anyways.

“Please officer!” You cried as suddenly, Steve handcuffed you and tightened them as tight as they would go. The action caused your wrists to throb immediately and to your drunken self, it felt like the worst pain you had ever experienced. “Please, I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run from you, I swear. I’m just—”

“Drunk,” Steve guessed, and you winced as he was completely correct. Steve rolled his eyes and when he pulled on the cuffs, you could’ve sworn that your wrist were about to snap. “Yeah, I figured,” He scoffed, and then he yanked you off the railing without any sort of gentleness.

You landed against his chest and he chuckled at the sound of pain you let out. Then, your heart felt like it was going to burst as he suddenly leaned down, taking a good whiff of your neck. “It’s not like I can’t smell it on you, sweetheart,” Steve whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

He was uncomfortably close; so close that you could feel his breath on your face. If you weren’t mistaken, he smelled like alcohol as well. Whiskey, making you wonder just what kind of cop was this guy was. He was being so unnecessarily rough, squeezing the cuffs just to hear you whine, and his face was all but buried in the crook of your neck.

Fear began to rise in your veins the minute he pulled away from you, spinning you around so that you could see the devious grin painted on his face. He was handsome, but that did nothing to hide the darkness that was lurking behind his face.

“Oh yeah, you and I are going to have some fun,” He chuckled when he saw you, blue eyes shining. You didn’t know exactly what that meant but you still didn’t like it as he dragged you along and forced you to walk back to his vehicle.

He didn’t care that your feet had started to hurt, nor that you were pleading for him to slow down. He just kept going, all requests falling deaf on his ears. Not that he would have listened to you anyways. Steve didn’t care what you wanted, so you were forced to endure his rough hold and the lack of stability on your feet.

Truthfully, you were relieved when you saw the police car. You couldn’t wait to sit down, and at least if you were in the backseat he couldn’t rough you around anymore. It was still parked exactly where he left it, about a half a mile away in the emergency parking lane. The lights were still on, nearly blinding you as you got close. You shut your eyes, and when you open them again, it was when you were being shoved in the back of the vehicle.

Steve had roughly pushed you in, unnecessarily yanking your hair to throw your body against the leather seat. You wanted to protest his treatment of you, but you feared it would only worsen the consequences. So, you stayed quiet as he slammed the door and then crawled into the front seat.

He didn’t say anything when he started the car, just looked at you through the rearview mirror as he finally started driving. You didn’t say anything either, knowing that it would probably hurt you more than it would help. You had never been pulled over before, let alone arrested, but you vaguely remember from one of your law classes that it was best to stay silent. A key part of your Miranda Rights was waiting for a lawyer.

Wait a minute.

The Miranda Rights….that this officer had failed to even read you.

It hit you with a start, a glimmer of hope bubbling up in your chest as you smiled slightly. No, no, he hadn’t read you your Miranda Rights before he arrested you, you thought slyly. So if your case did go to court…

You were practically scot-free if your lawyer was any good.

With a smile, you slightly chuckled, and Steve rose an eyebrow as he saw you giggling to yourself in the backseat.

He briefly wondered what that was about, but then he remembered that you were drunk and probably couldn’t tell your hand from your ass. Not that you would need to though, because now that was his job.

He thought about this with a cruel smirk, and you sat in the backseat blissfully unaware that your rights were the last thing Steve was concerned about. You were just happy that you were going to get a chance to get out of this, and if you did you swore to yourself that you would never drink again.

Due to the adrenaline of the previous events, some of the alcohol had started to wear off. Now, you were semi-aware of what you had done and you were just glad it wasn’t too late to reverse the damage.

However, even though you weren’t as drunk anymore, you were still unaware. And you didn’t notice one other important thing, until it was too late.

Steve had never said where he was going. But you assumed due to your…situation…that you were obviously being brought to the police station. The only problem with that though, was the fact that the local NYPD police station was the other way.

The complete opposite direction of where Steve was driving. And if your hazy memory served you correctly, then there should have been a few restaurants, a gas station and an auto shop nearby.

But there was nothing.

Nothing except for trees and empty roads you didn’t recognize. Briefly, it had you wondering if maybe you read the logo on his car wrong. That maybe he belonged to another police station, one that was further south. It didn’t really make any sense, seeing as he had pulled you over in Brooklyn. But oh well.

You looked around the vehicle, hoping for some answers, and the evidence of his misdirection stood out to you as clean as day. Brooklyn Police Department was written across the dash. Big white letters that let you know you were wrong.

Lewis County was the name that decorated the street signs that you passed. A southwest drive from where he was supposed to be taking you.

You gulped, nerves beginning to rack your body. Where exactly was this dude going? You wondered. From behind your back, your fingers began to twitch, fidgeting with the metal that was wrapped around them. You started to get anxious the further away you got from your correct destination, but the officer never said anything, just kept driving.

He kept driving and the trees kept getting bigger and bigger until suddenly, you stopped.

The car came to a screeching halt and you held your breath as the officer got out. You weren’t even sure where the hell he had parked at, the sky way too dark to see anything other than what was in front of you. He still left the lights on which meant you could see his shadow as he came to you door, yanking it open with a dark expression on his face.

“Get out,” He spat, making your eyes widen at his harsh tone. You froze, your heart hammering in your chest, and when you didn’t move Steve took it upon himself to make you move.

Roughly, he reached in and grabbed your hair, making you yelp as his fingers tugged at your stands. Then, you suddenly got whiplash as Steve dragged you out, throwing you on the ground carelessly and slamming the door.

You coughed as the breath got knocked out of your lungs, pain erupting from your scrapped your knees. Your body hit the ground harder than it should have since you couldn’t use your hands to steady yourself. You felt…helpless, but it was nothing compared to the fear you felt when he suddenly slammed your back against the car.

With his fingers still digging into your hair, he twisted your head to look at him and the emotions in his blue eyes terrified you. They were dark, full of lust and absolute rage.

He brought his hand from your hair and used them to grab your jaw, causing you to shake when his fingers ran over your mouth.

“Such pretty lips,” He smirked at you, “I wonder how well they work.”

You let out a gasp, the man laughing at your obvious shock. You didn’t know what kind of police officer would say those kinds of things or even put someone in this position—but you quickly figured out that he was not normal.

Nothing about this situation was normal, and panic bells began to go off in your head. You struggled against the cuffs but with your knees against the ground it was fruitless.

All you could do was stare at the man in front of you, watching him and taking him in.

Steve Rogers was name etched onto his uniform. Rank: Captain.

How he managed to get to that rank by doing these kinds of things, you didn’t know. But somewhere in the back of your head, something told you that this wasn’t his first time doing…whatever this was. You just silently prayed that he didn’t harm you.

The gun dangling from his belt seemed like an ominous threat as he walked closer to you. So close, that you were eye level with his crotch.

You could see it straining against the fabric of his pants and swallowed thickly, trying not to look at it. It was nearly impossible because of how proximate his was, but you did your best and kept your glassy eyes on him as you trembled.

“Please,” You started to beg, though you weren’t even sure what for yet. “Please Officer Rogers, I just want to go home. Please, just let me go. I promise not to do it again if you just—”

“If I just what?” Steve cut you off with a sadistic smirk, cocking his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes at you. “Let you go so that you’ll be free to walk around all drunk and sloppy and dressed like a whore? Is that what you’re asking of me doll?”

You trembled at such harsh words, and you whimpered as Steve’s fingers came to massage your jaw. The rough calluses dragged along your skin, making you shiver at the tickling sensation. You felt as his fingers focus on your lips, tracing them slowly before moving his hand away.

“Answer me goddammit,” He said sternly, and you didn’t even have the courage to open your lips. By now, you were beyond terrified of this man and the things that he might do to you. He was no regular cop, and it was already clear to you that he had abused his position to get you out here.

Briefly, you wondered if this was planned, or if it was just your dumb luck that he managed to find you. Whichever it was, Steve had still gotten what he wanted: you scared, alone and on your knees in front of him. Having no choice but to obey him because god knows what he’d do if you made him angry.

“Yes, Steve,” You answered quietly, keeping your gaze focused on the ground beneath his feet. “Yes, that’s what I—”

SLAP!

Your words were suddenly cut off by the sensation of his palm connecting with your cheek, your head snapping violently to the side as the deafening sound echoed throughout the landscape. Pain exploded on the left side of your face, a shriek escaping your lips when you realized that Steve had just slapped you.

He had actually just put his hands on you, and he had the nerve to look disappointed in you as he crouched by your sobbing figure. Tears were flowing down your cheeks at a deadly rate as the situation slowly began to sink into you.

“What—what did I—what did you—”

“It’s sir,” He cut you off once again, never once letting you complete a sentence. You were confused, and you didn’t even know what he was talking about until he suddenly repeated, “You don’t call me Steve, slut. You’ll address me as ‘Sir,’ and nothing else. Got it?”

“I—”

You don’t know what the hell to say, frozen as you sat like a deer in headlights. It began to dawn on you the position you were in left you truly helpless, because you couldn’t even reach up to cradle the cheek he had hit; let alone fight back. It still stung, almost as much as the realization that you were trapped.

Out here, with this man, you were really and truly defenseless. There was nothing you could do, no one to protect you because the person you should have called to save you was right in front of you.

You thought cops were supposed to be the good guys. They were supposed to be the ones to protect you from people like Steve. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this to you.

But he was.

And that meant that even if you did escape, all the recourses you had just went down the drain.

“I…yes Sir.”

Steve smirked as your sobs began to rack your body, defeat seeping into your bones. Even more so when you began to see him start to take things off through your tear-filled eyes. First, it was his keys, thrown carelessly onto the hood so that you wouldn’t even think about grabbing them. Then, it was all the extra stuff like his radio and his baton.

But that’s not what caused you to cry, though. You were crying because of what came after that, because the next thing that Steve had reached to take off was his belt, and it finally seemed to click in your mind what exactly he planned on doing to you.

It all seemed to fall into place, a sickening realization that had you panicking and struggling at once. At that moment, every one of your survival instincts kicked in, and they had you standing on wobbly feet as you tried to make a run for it.

“No, no, no, no, no! Please—!”

“Shut up!”

Steve roughly yanked you back, and you had barely took a step before he had you in his arms again, pushing you to the ground. This time though, he pushed you so hard that your head smacked against the metal door and made you woozy as he reached out to hold you in place.

His hands came to painfully grip your jaw, fingernails digging into your cheeks as you screamed. You tried to cry out and hope to God that somebody—anybody —heard you. Hell, you even wished another officer would ride by and stop Steve in his tracks.

You wished and you wished, but unfortunately, you were just a dumb bitch and Steve was already five steps ahead of you.

He chose that location for a reason, so that he could do with you as he pleased and not have anyone around. It wasn’t risky to have you out in the open like this because nobody ever used those roads after ten o’clock. Nobody had access to them, except for people like Steve.

That meant you were truly shit out of luck, and you were all his for as long as he wanted you. And of course, he could’ve had you in the car, where’s the fun in that?

He chuckled as you started to plead again, feeling true terror for the first time in your life. You don’t think you ever cried as hard as you did when you watched him finally yank down his pants, his rock hard cock springing free.

It slapped against the shirt of his uniform, and as if you were on auto-pilot, your mouth slammed shut, your eyes refusing to even look at him as he dangled his hips in your face. Focusing on the ground as if to save yourself a little bit longer.

Of course, Steve did not like this. And he definitely wasn’t going to let you off that easily.

You felt him trying to force your mouth open physically, but still you refused. So when that didn’t work, Steve decided to persuade you using more…drastic measures.

For a moment, you felt the weight of him remove itself from in front of you and foolishly felt relieved. For a just a second, you actually allowed yourself to believe that he had given up, that he was going to leave you alone and somehow spare you from his assault.

But you should’ve known better than to count on a dirty cop. Because not even a minute later, Steve’s presence came back, and that was when you felt the cool metal of his gun pressing against your temple.

“You have five seconds to open your fucking mouth,” He threatened you lowly, “And if by chance I get to six, I’m gonna blow your fucking brains out. You got it sweetheart?”

As if to drive his point clean across, you heard the safety on the weapon click, and you knew in that moment he wasn’t fucking around. You knew in that moment that if you didn’t take him in your mouth, he would gladly take your life.

“One.”

Four more seconds, you had to make it quick.

“Two.”

Was this really what your night had come to? Your worst fears coming alive and death staring you right in the face?

“Three.”

You were going to let him win.

“Four.”

You had to.

Because in that moment, in that split second before Steve got to five, your will to live suddenly outweighed everything. Even the feelings of disgust you felt for him and yourself as you slowly opened your mouth.

“Five. Atta a girl…”

Steve dug his hands into your hair and you cried so hard that you barely recognized your own weeping. But alas, he got what he wanted the moment your jaws fully opened, his cock shoving itself between your lips and down your throat. You barely had a moment to adjust to his size before he started snapping his hips, taking your throat at a pace that was absolutely unforgiving.

In and out he went, each time making you gag and choke a little harder. Your eyes were welling up with tears but it wasn’t like you could stop him.

Steve was having way too much fun abusing your throat, loving the way his precum and your spit made it easier to glide past your lips.

You were taking him so good, and you looked so pretty doing it. Personally, Steve loved the sight of his balls slapping you in the face over and over. He loved the way your mouth had to expand just to take all of him, and soon it started to become all too much.

Pleasure started to build up in Steve’s stomach but it wasn’t time to cum. Not yet, he told himself, so he yanked his cock out of your mouth despite it causing his own disappointment.

He would miss your mouth, sure, but there was something he wanted even more than that. Something that he needed.

Steve needed to be inside of you before he came, and so you barely had time to react before he was pulling you up, yanking you to your feet with a yelp.

You landed against his chest and you hated the way he grinned at you he held you. He didn’t have a choice; your legs had gone numb while you had been on your knees which meant your balance was unsteady. It was up to Steve to catch you before you hit the ground and it made your skin crawl to be so close to him.

If his gun wasn’t still clutched tightly in his left hand, you would have tried to make a run for it again. But you were too scared, too paranoid that he’d pull the trigger while your back was turned. So you managed to stay still, only moving when he forced your body to bend over the hood of his car.

You knew what was coming next, and you wanted to throw up as you felt Steve fumbling behind you. You wanted to cry and you wanted to scream, so you did. But the thing is, Steve didn’t care much for your tears or your words. The only thing he cared about at the moment was your pussy.

“God baby, I can’t wait to fucking feel you wrapped around my cock,” Steve rasped out, his words knocking the breath out of your lungs. It made it that much harder to breath as he settled between your legs, and you wished that you could say your body went numb. But it didn’t. The heavens didn’t grant you that mercy so you were forced to feel everything.

You were forced to feel Steve pull up your skirt, yanking your panties to the side as if it were nothing. You were forced to feel his warm body as he leaned into you, cock head pressing against your tight entrance almost as if he were teasing you.

Thanks to your mouth, Steve’s cock was already slick enough to fuck you. And so, all your worst fears began to come true when Steve suddenly held onto your hips, before slamming into you.

“Oh, fuck.”

He cursed in ecstasy while pain erupted in your pussy. You don’t remember when you started sobbing again, but you could feel the tears on your cheeks. Your hands clenched desperately behind your back, trying to wiggle your way from the pain but Steve kept you grounded by the force of his hips.

His cock dragged along your walls and paralyzed you with his agonizing thrusts, each one more painful than the last. Not only did it feel like he was splitting you in half, he was also causing your hips to drive into the metal of the car.

You were sure that he’d leave bruises, but somehow that was the least of your concerns.

From behind you, Steve cursed as your pussy struggled to accommodate him. You were as tight as a glove, fitting him perfectly much to your dismay. The lewd sounds that your pussy was making were also embarrassing for you, the squelching only adding to your humiliation.

In shock, you cried out when Steve slapped a hand clean across your ass. He laughed at the sound of pain you made, and he laughed as he fucked you relentlessly.

Eventually, his balls started to tighten and both you and Steve knew what that meant. Pleasure for him but hell for you. You did not want this man to cum inside of you, and so you started begging for dear life.

“Please—Sir! I-I’m not on birth control!” You tried to tell him, but just like your cries, your words also fell on deaf ears.

Steve simply smirked from behind you, liking the way you panicked underneath him. He relished in the power that he had to tease you, to keep you guessing and begging. Your desperate cries allowed him to twist your words into his own sick agenda, Steve smiling as he bent over and brought his lips right next to your ear.

“What was that, Princess? You said you wanted me to fill this little pussy with my cum? Make you carry my kids?”

“No, no!” You sobbed out as your legs shook, not being able to withstand his powerful thrusts for much longer. “Please, sir. Don’t!”

You gasped out the words pathetically and Steve just laughed as he sped up. He pretended like he was ignoring you, continuing to taunt you about filling you up just to see you cry.

He made sure to drag it out to the very last minute, loving the way your tears coated your face. Almost as much as he loved the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him—and Steve swears that one day he’s going to find you again. Because fuck, you just felt too delicious to let go of.

But for now, Steve had almost had his fill of you. He was close; and when you screamed at him to “Please don’t cum in me,” you were stunned when not even a second later, Steve had you on your knees so that he could use your mouth once last time.

He forced himself inside, his thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat not even a second later. The sticky substance gurgled your screams, Steve’s own sounds of pleasure filling your ears.

He kept a tight grip on your hair so you couldn’t pull away. He made sure that you took every last drop he had to offer, and it was only then that Steve pulled out.

He grinned as you began to cough, sobbing at the mess of cum and drool that dribbled down your face. You looked pretty indeed; pretty pathetic that is. Your puffy face and sad eyes were only illuminated by the red and blue lights that were still flashing.

If only you could see yourself, Steve thought, chuckling at the dull look in your eye. He knew he had succeeded in breaking you down; he knew that your body had to be utterly exhausted from trying so hard to fight him off.

Man. Steve had to give it to you. You sure did last longer than some of the others. Though, he still broke you, he noted slyly.

If he could, he decided that he was for sure coming back for you. After all, your pussy had officially gained its spot as number one on Steve’s list. He wished that he could stay to use you a bit more, but unfortunately he had to make himself scarce before someone noticed that a dumb slut had gone missing. So, he pulled up his pants, grabbed his keys, and threw your newly freed body in a ditch.

You laid there as he got into the car, listening to the sound of his engine crank up and his tires peel off. You were half-awake, half-naked, but at least Steve had the decency to call in your location before he went.

Someone would find you eventually. Help was on the way. But—even though your memory was already hazy, you still remember the lingering threat he had made right before he left.

“Tell anyone what happened and the next thing that you swallow will be a bullet,” He had snarled in your ear.

And so, when those familiar red and blue lights did come, a female officer rushing out to help you, you didn’t say anything when she questioned you in the backseat.

Nothing at all.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers #captain america smut #captain america x reader #captain america #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader

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Steddie Microfic February 1st-8th Masterlist

The first week of submissions has us on the edge of our seats. Check below for all of the amazing posts so far:

Untitled by @wearing-tearing | Rated M | cw: a/b/o dynamics

on edge by @sourw0lfs | Rated G | no cw

oh lord it really brings me down about the devil town by @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly | Rated M | cw: suicidal ideation, language, light angst, recreation drug use (weed)

lost an edge by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: implied sexual content, mildly suggestive language | tags: hockey au, defenseman steve harrington, goalie eddie munson, enemies to lovers (implied), chirps

Untitled by @stevesbipanic | Rated T | no cw

Untitled by @onirislanding | Rated E | cw: undernegotiated sex, lack of communication

I'll make you proud by @medusapelagia | Rated T | no cw

So Here Is Us by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: post-apocalyptic, pre-existing injury | tags: canon divergence post s4, hurt/comfort, end of the world, survival, just the two of us, the world is bleak, but we're together

My arms belong around you by @sidekick-hero | Rated M | cw: mild smut

Lie for me by @katyawriteswhump | Rated T | no cw

The Edge of Insanity by @mrsjellymunson | Rated E | cw: drinking, drug use (weed), swearing, smut, oral

Blade by @lady-lostmind | Rated M | cw: very mild knife play

Untitled by @estrellami-1 | Rated G | no cw

Falling: Who Will Catch Me? by @berenwrites | Rated T | cw: PTSD, mentions of torture

Ice Bath by @oh-stars | Rated G | no cw

Eddie is kinda… by @wormdebut | Rated T | cw: internalized homophobia, anxious steve

eyes like the moon by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | cw: mentions of scarring | tags: implied werewolf!steve

Sleep with one eye open by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated M | cw: body horror, blood and gore, canon character death, sleep paralysis, nightmares, monsters | tags: post s4, monster eddie munson, kas eddie munson, biting, open ending

Fireside by @hellfireloserclub | Rated G | no cw

come bail me out of this godforsaken precipice by @ao3usermelancholyhues | Rated T | cw: suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts | tags: happy ending

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficfebruary #masterlist

[prettyyoungandbored]

Drunk - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader (“Babydoll”)

Author’s Note: Takes place while the two are dating. Also, you guys get to meet Y/N’s best friend who will become an important character in later stories!

NOT MY GIF

“Babydoooooooll.”

Y/N looked up from her laptop to see Johnny peeking at her from the door frame of her office.

“Hello, handsome” she chuckled.

A lovesick grin was stuck on his face as he made his way to her couch. He laid out like a centerfold for her to enjoy.

She shook her head. “You got my email about the final edits, right?”

“Sure did. But I’m not here to talk work with you.”

She snorted. “I should’ve known better. What’s up?”

“The boys and I are going out tonight,” he said.

“I’ll have my cell phone on me incase you need me to bail you out of jail,” she responded.

He pouted. “You don’t wanna come?”

“I can’t. Remember Whitney and I are having a girl’s night at my place?”

“Ah, that’s right.”

Whitney was Y/N’s best friend who Johnny had yet to meet. They two women had been thick as thieves since high school. She was the first to know about Y/N and Johnny’s relationship, other than Holly and Steve-O.

He also knew that if Whitney didn’t like him, he was done for.

“But I know you’re gonna have so much fun and you can tell me all about it Saturday,” Y/N said. She looked up from her laptop. “Maybe Saturday morning if you bring me breakfast in bed.”

He sat up. “What do you want me to make?”

“Who said anything about cooking breakfast?” she smirked.

His lips curved into a knowing grin. “Oh, Babydoll, I’ll-.”

“You can just grab me a breakfast sandwich from McDonalds and present it to me in bed.”

His grin fell as Y/N cackled. He shook his head. “Not funny.”

Y/N walked over and kissed his cheek. “You’ll get over it Saturday morning.”

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Hours later, Johnny sat in a private room of the strip club, the world spinning around him. He felt out of his own body. He could barely move from the couch.

That’s when Jeff walked into the private room.

“PJ, time to get out of the room,” he nudged Johnny.

“I wanna…I wan…”

“C’mon man. Let’s-.”

“I wanna go home.”

“I’ll get a cab to your apartment.”

“No, I want Y/N.”

Jeff sighed. “Ok, I’ll send you in a cab to her place.”

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“I love these women so much.”

Whitney nodded as she sipped her wine. The two sat on Y/N’s couch as The Golden Girls played on the TV.

Girl’s night was a sacred tradition between the two since high school that continued when they both moved to Los Angeles. It required four essentials - comfy clothes, wine, food, and a show or a movie.

Tonight, Whitney opted for a navy blue tracksuit that made her auburn colored hair pop. Y/N wore oversized sweatpants and one of Johnny’s graphic tees that she swiped from him.

As both women took a bite of their slices of pizza, Whitney asked, “How’d you find this place again?”

“PJ ordered it last week. It’s good, right?”

“It’s amazing! I can’t tell you the last time I’ve had pizza this good.” She looked over at Y/N. “How are you and PJ doing?”

Y/N’s lips curved into an embarrassed smile that she tried to pull back. Whitney nodded, accept that as answer.

“Oh you’re in deep,” she chuckled.

Y/N set her slice back down on the plate and turned toward her best friend. “I just…whenever I’m with him, everything makes sense.”

“In what way?”

“Like, it just feels right. I don’t feel anxious or on edge. It’s like that feeling you get under the covers after being outside in the freezing cold, you know? It’s that level of comfort.”

Whitney grinned cheekily. “You love him,” she teased in a sing-song voice.

“I-ok, look-.”

Before Y/N could continue, she heard a knock at her door.

“Must be the neighbors or something,” she said, getting up from the couch and going toward the front door.

Y/N opened it to see Jeff holding up an inebriated Johnny.

“PJ?” Y/N asked, concerned about his current state.

“Your boy got shitfaced and wanted to come here so, here he is,” Jeff explained.

He pushed Johnny onto Y/N, as she grabbed onto him. Jeff then walked away, leaving Y/N with her stupidly drunk boyfriend.

Johnny shot her a lazy smile. “Hi Babydoll.”

She could smell the liquor from his breath. “Oh, you definitely need some water.”

“I’m fi-I’m good.”

“No, you’re not. C’mon now.”

She led him to the living room where Whitney watched in confusion.

He pointed at Whitney. “Holy shit, it’s you.”

“Holy shit it’s me,” she laughed. She turned to Y/N. “How the did he get here?”

“He got dropped off by one of his friends,” Y/N sighed. “Whit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t plan for this.”

“Don’t apologize,” Whitney reassured. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to meet the infamous PJ Clapp.”

Y/N helped Johnny get settled on the couch. “Do not move,” she told him. “I’m getting you water. Whit, make sure he doesn’t touch the wine.”

“You got it!” Whitney said as she grabbed the bottle and Y/N’s glass and moved it to the nightstand on her side of the couch.

She then turned to see Johnny looking at her.

“I...uh…hi,” he said, giving her a lazy wave.

“Hi Johnny or PJ or whatever you want me to call you.”

“You can call me wha-whatever. I can call you…can I call you Whitney?”

“It’s my name so yeah, you can.”

He nodded. “Good, good.”

Y/N came back with a glass of water. She sat by Johnny and handed it to him.

“Can you drink this for me, please?” she asked.

He took a sip as Y/N rubbed his back. “Looks, like you had fun at the strip club,” she said.

“I got a lap dance,” he admitted, nodding his head.

“How was it?” Whitney asked.

“I don’t know.”

Y/N and Whitney exchanged looks, the women fighting smiles on her face.

“Did you at least tip her well?” Y/N asked.

“I kept my tip in my pants! I swear!”

The two roared in laughter, much to Johnny’s confusion.

“Honey, I meant did you give her a nice tip?” Y/N asked.

His eyes widened. “OHHHH! I think one of the guys did, so yeah.” He paused for a moment. “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Well, I’m glad you had fun,” Y/N said patting his leg. “I’m gonna get the bed ready for you. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

Johnny nodded. Y/N left the room as Whitney turned to Johnny.

“You’re gonna have a killer headache tomorrow,” she remarked, sipping her wine. “Luckily, Y/N knows a fantastic breakfast burrito place that will cure that.”

Johnny motioned for Whitney to lean in closer. She moved an inch, still keeping a distance. “Dont tell Y/N,” he began, using a stage whisper, “but I’m in love with her.”

Whitney nodded, fighting every ounce in her body to not laugh. “I won’t as long as you tell her when you’re sober.”

Johnny gave her a thumbs up. “Also, don’t tell her you terrify me.”

Whitney’s eyes widened in delight. “You’re scared of me? That’s so sweet!”

“You’re her best friend, man, and like, if I fuck up, you’ll beat my ass. I’m still waiting for you to beat my ass for going to a strip club.”

“Johnny, PJ - whatever your name is - you make Y/N the happiest she’s been in a long, long time. As long as you treat her with the respect she deserves, that’s all that matters to me. If you don’t, then yeah I’ll beat your ass.”

He nodded. “You got it.”

He held out his hand, baffling Whitney who shook it to just keep the peace. She made a note, however, to never let him live it down.

“Which strip club did you go to?” she asked, leaning back on the arm of the sofa

“I don’t know. Dave picked it out.”

Y/N returned to the room. “Ok, let’s get you in the bed,” she said.

Johnny’s face lit up, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. “Absolutely not like that, Clapp. Now, c’mon.”

She grabbed his hand and helped him off the couch, leading him into the bedroom. Whitney followed, not wanting to miss a single moment of this.

“Are you gonna join me?” Johnny asked.

“In a little bit,” Y/N answered.

She led him to the bed. “Ok, now lay down for me and I’ll get your shoes off.”

He fell back onto the bed, lifting his foot for Y/N. Whitney watched from the door frame, sipping her wine.

“You have this man whipped,” she remarked. “Incredible.”

Johnny groaned. “ ‘M not whipped!”

Y/N pulled off the second shoe and grabbed his legs, moving them on to the bed. “Don’t move.”

“Yes m’am.”

“Night PJ,” Whitney teased as Y/N walked out of the bedroom.

He grumbled something as the auburn-haired woman turned off the light.

Back in the living room, Y/N sighed. “Whit, I am so, so sorry.”

“For what?” Whitney asked with a laugh. “There’s nothing to be sorry for!”

“It’s girl’s night though.”

“Hun, it’s fine. Besides, we’re grabbing dinner on Sunday. Speaking of, if you wanna invite PJ, you should.”

“Really?” Y/N asked.

“Of course. I need to get to know my best friend’s man when he’s not wasted,” she laughed. “But, I will say, so far I like him for you.”

Y/N smiled. “Yeah, I like him for me too.”

Whitney pulled her best friend in for hug. “I’m really happy for you, but if he hurts you, you know I have to kick his ass.”

“I know.”

“Good, because I told him that while you were out of the room.”

She grabbed her purse and swung it over her shoulder. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

Before Y/N could say anything, the sounds of Johnny hurling into the trash can distracted them. Whitney pointed to the bedroom.

“Good luck.”

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Johnny woke up to what felt like a hammer hitting his head continuously. He groaned, keeping his eyes closed. The only thing worse than the headache were the waves is nausea that overwhelmed him.

“Good morning, handsome.”

He opened one eye to see Y/N walk into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his forearm.

“How bad was I last night?” he asked.

“The good news is you didn’t piss yourself.”

“Good.”

“You did, however, redecorate my trash can. And my floor. I took care of it though.”

He groaned more. “Oh, Babydoll, I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” she reassured, softly chuckling. “I am glad I slept on the couch.”

He pouted. “You didn’t.”

“Oh yeah! After the piss incident, I wasn’t taking any chances,” she chuckled.

He sighed. “I’m sorry I was a mess and ruined your night.”

“You didn’t ruin my night. You, did leave quite the impression on Whitney.”

He felt his ass drop to his stomach. He leaned up immediately. “What I did do? What did I say?”

“You did nothing wrong!” she said. “She thinks you’re hysterical. You won her over, which I told you you would.”

He exhaled, relieved. He fell back onto the bed, his hand on his forehead. “Thank God.”

“She actually wants you to come to dinner with us and a couple other people on tomorrow night.”

He smiled. “I’ll be there and on my best behavior.”

Y/N pat his arm. “Good. Now, I’m gonna get you some aspirin and water. If you take it for me, I’ll give you the best breakfast burrito of your life.”

“How about I take the medicine and you come into bed with me? I’m not ready to eat yet.”

“Works for me.” She pecked his cheek and left the room.

Johnny fell back on the bed and sighed. His nausea and headache subsided as guilt overcame him. He didn’t deserve to get away like this. He didn’t deserve a woman like Y/N.

Then he remembered something from last night.

“Dont tell Y/N , but I’m in love with her.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t mean it, he did. There was no question about it. But now he felt compelled to do something about it, considering he told her best friend he would tell her when he was sober.

Before he could do anything, Y/N returned with a glass of water and two aspirin. He took them from her hands, shoving the pills in his mouth and then chugging the water.

He watched as Y/N crawled under the covers beside him. He threw an arm around her as she snuggled into his chest.

Here it went…

“Hey Babydoll?”

She looked up at him with those eyes he loved. “Yeah?”

He opened his mouth to say those three words, but realized the moment wasn’t as right as he thought. He didn’t want to tell her like this, not when she deserved to hear it in a better setting than this.

So he smiled, pecked her lips and forehead and pulled her close to him as he began plotting.

#johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville #jackass #jackass fanfic

[crappymixtape]

something infinite • part one

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART ONE M A Y B E T H E W O R L D W O N ' T E N D

2.8K – part one of something infinite – steve steals a car and somehow you wind up in hawkins, indiana, a meet cute without the cute *18+ only  | ( 2.8k, angst, verbal abuse, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U N E 1 9 8 7 🎶 the rat, the walkmen 

“C’mon Harrington, don’t be a pussy, get in.”

“Shit, hurry up Tommy!”

“Shut up, I’m going!”

With two wires held tightly between his fingers, Tommy Hagan quickly brushed them together until the old Chevy Blazer rumbled to life, Lynyrd Skynard’s Call Me the Breeze screaming through the speakers.

Well now, they call me the breeze, I keep blowin' down the road! I ain't got me nobody, I don't carry me no load!

“Fuck yeah, get it in drive!”

Steve didn’t know how he ended up there in the passenger seat of an about-to-be-stolen car – sheriff’s car to be exact – and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Tommy struggled to shift it into gear. His hands gripped the dash in front of him as he watched a light come on inside the house, “Jesus, Tommy, fucking move!”

“I’m trying, god damn gear shift is stuck!”

It was the hundredth weekend in a row, Steve was certain, that his parents were out of town on business and the fight he’d had with his dad that night had been a real crowning achievement. The worst of all time and something in him snapped. All he wanted now was to feel something. Anything. And it was barreling toward him like a train off the rails.

“HEY, YOU LITTLE ASSHOLES! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY TRUCK!”

“Oh shit, we gotta go, we gotta go!”

“Fucking bail!”

The screen door on the front of Hopper’s house flung open so hard the whole frame shook as it slammed shut behind him.

“Get outta here, meet back at my place!” Kyle and Tommy jumped out of the car so fast Steve didn’t have any time to think.

“Shit, shit shit shit,” scrambling, Steve’s hand fumbled on the door handle as he shoved it open, scraping his leg against the runner board on his way down. Hair messed and wild in his eyes, he looked up to see his friends were already over the fence and sprinting toward the tree line behind Hopper’s place, “Wait!”

Not bothering to close the door behind him, Steve tried to pick up a sprint, but a large hand half-shoved, half-grabbed the back of his neck and within seconds he was face down in the lawn with a mouth full of grass and dirt, Hop’s weight pressing him into the ground.

“You little shits think you’re so clever. Well, s’the last time you fuck with Hopper, hm?”

It was dark, the summer night thick and warm when you arrived at your aunt’s place in Hawkins. Nothing like Indianapolis. The moon hung high in the inky black sky, stars blinking above you like holes poked through canvas, and the sound of crickets and frogs off over the fence was almost deafening. No ambulance sirens, no yelling, no loud music in the apartment above you. Your stomach sank. What was this place?

“The real armpit of America, hm?” the cab driver said tossing your bag and skateboard at your feet as if he could hear your apprehension, wiping sweat from his forehead. You gave him a look, almost pleading to let you come back to the city with him, but he was already climbing back into the car. Rolling down the passenger window he leaned over and tipped his ball cap at you with a laugh, “Enjoy!” And with a rumble he was off down the road you came, dust kicking up around the wheels as he went.

Fuck, you muttered squeezing your eyes shut, hoping maybe if you clicked your heels together you’d magically appear back in your room like Dorothy. The whole summer. That’s how long you’d be stuck in this place. Until your mom was back, and in that moment you wished you’d asked to stay with your grandmother. Anywhere was better than this.

“You’re here! Oh, you’re here!”

Your eyes flew open at the sound of a voice you hadn’t heard in years and you were suddenly wrapped up into a big hug. It was all cinnamon and fresh laundry and cut grass and so soft. So warm. Your aunt Joyce.

“Honey, you’re so tall! My gosh, I don’t think I’ve seen you since…can’t be since ‘77 can it? Here, Hop will get those, come on inside,” with a gentle hand on your back she guided you to the door, leaving your things where they were for whoever this Hop was. “I just made dinner,” Joyce gave you a big smile, her shoulders squeezing up toward her ears with excitement, and you wondered for a second if maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

She was so different from your mom, her sister, so much softer around the edges, fuzzy and sparkling and bright. The look she gave you made your heart ache a little, like she really loved you, and a small lump rose in your throat as you tried to smile back.

“Oh, Hop, grab those will you?”

As the screen door creaked open you came face to face with what could only described as the human version of a grizzly bear. Tall, frame like a fridge and gruff, but oddly soft under all the grit like your aunt. He grunted a reply and held the door for you both, muttering a Hey, kid, to you on the way by before going to grab your things.

Your aunt’s place was modest, but so homey and comforting somehow. The living room was smaller, with a little television in the corner, and it bled right into the dining room and kitchen. Open, just like your aunt.

Family photos hung along the walls, you recognized your cousins Will and Jonathan, but there was a girl now too. And Hop. And tons of other kids you didn’t recognize. All grinning and laughing and piled on each other or hanging out the bed of a pickup or floating lazy in a lake.

“Will and Jonathan are out with their friends, not sure when they’ll be back…” your aunt’s voice brought you back, “Are you hungry?”

“Actually, I’m sorry, I’m just pretty tired and–”

“Oh, of course you are! That’s okay, sweetie. Your room’s the third door on the right, Hop’s got your things in there, and the bathroom is the first door on the left. I’ll be out here if you need anything, okay?” she gave your arm a gentle squeeze and for the first time in a long time you felt your lips curve up into a small, genuine smile, murmuring your thanks.

Turning to walk down the hall you looked back to see Hop settle into the big, brown arm chair with a beer in hand as your aunt climbed up onto his lap. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, fitting perfectly there with him. Hop rumbled a contented sound as he wrapped an arm around her and pressed his own kiss to her forehead.

Happy. Loving. A proper display of affection. Nothing like home.

Closing the door to your room you didn’t bother unpacking and flicked the light off before falling onto the neatly made bed. Hawkins, Indiana. Crickets and frogs and wheat fields and dirt roads and hot and thick all summer long. Your eyes slipped shut and the lump came back to your throat as you rolled onto your side.

It’s only three months. It’s only three months.

The words looped in your head on repeat as you curled into yourself, exhaustion slowly wrapping around you until you fell away into sleep.

“Got some real shitty friends there, huh?”

Steve’s arms were folded tight over his chest as he glared at Hopper from across the big desk. Tommy and Kyle had made it over the fence and home, because of course they fucking did, and he was here getting an ear full of shit he already knew.

Hop took a long drag from his cigarette and tapped it on the ashtray. Leaning back in his chair he blew smoke up toward the ceiling, not bothering to look at the kid across from him, “Suppose you think you’re gonna get off easy, right? Mommy and daddy come in here and cut me some check, let little Stevie go home, lesson learned.”

“They don’t even know I’m here–”

“Shut up, my turn to talk,” Hop snapped, cutting Steve off as he spun in his chair to lean on the desk. He fixed the boy with a look that shut his mouth right quick. Sucking on his teeth the sheriff shook his head. “You’re all the same. Entitled little assholes,” he hummed in thought, “Same goes for your buddies, Hagan and Peterson, right? Yeah. Well. They ran faster than you, unfortunately.”

Steve let out a heavy sigh and jammed his tongue into his cheek, fighting the urge to snap back at the older man, knowing damn well he was already in for it as it was, “Jesus, can we just get this over with?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Got somewhere to be, Harrington?” Hopper sniped, taking another drag, this time blowing the smoke into Steve’s face. “You’re lucky, I don’t feel like looking at your face anymore,” putting out his cigarette, Hop stood from the desk and snatched up the pile of paperwork in front of him. “Community service oughta do it. Fifteen hours a week all summer at the library, weekends off.”

“Fifteen?? That’s crazy, how am I supposed to—“

“Keep runnin’ your mouth and I’ll make it thirty!” Hop rounded on Steve, leaning down to get in the boy’s face and meet his eye line.

Steve’s chest was heaving as he sucked in air, struggling to keep himself in check as his heart pounded against his ribcage. Hopper shot him a grin.

“Perfect. See you Monday, champ,” he clapped Steve on the back hard enough to make him stumble forward, Asshole, muttered under the younger boy’s breath.

Hop didn’t bother to wait as he walked out of his office and down the steps of the police station. Steve watched through the blinds with balled up fists as the sheriff climbed into his rig and rolled out onto the street.

“Do you need something, hon? Jim won’t be coming back today…” the receptionist called in after him and Steve turned to kick the leg of the chair he’d been sitting in.

“No, just— no,” Steve grumbled and followed the same path Hopper had out into the hot, sticky summer heat, chucks smacking against the pavement as he started the walk home.

His parents didn’t know he’d tried to steal a car, didn’t know he went out drinking, didn’t know how much he longed for their approval, their affection, and didn’t know he was saddled with three months of community service for the rest of the summer.

The last time he’d talked to his dad was the night he’d gone to Tommy’s, begging to do something – something reckless. It had hardly been a conversation, Steve and his father at each other’s throats, yelling until they were both red in the face and saying things that couldn’t be taken back.

“You couldn’t even get into a trade program, Steven! What in the hell am I supposed to do with you??”

"I tried, dad! Do you know how many applications I sent–”

“I don’t give a shit, we’re done. You’ll start at the firm in September.”

“Dad, I don’t want–”

“It doesn’t matter what you want anymore, son. If you’re gonna amount to anything in life it’s obvious I need to step in.”

Steve’s breath caught in his throat as his father’s words ran on a loop in his head.

If you’re going to amount to anything in life. If you’re going to amount to anything in life. If you’re going to amount to anything in life.

The corners of Steve’s eyes prickled with tears, but he threw his gaze up to the ceiling and hastily blinked them away. Finally it was out. What his dad really thought of him. And it hurt more than he wanted to admit. “I don’t need your help,” the boy snapped, turning back around to look his dad in the eyes. Heat rose in his chest, flames crackling and roaring to life, a fire he’d tried to contain all these years, but his father’s words were like gasoline and it was hot and angry now.

“Yeah? And who’s gonna hire a kid out of high school with shit for grades, huh? The only thing on your resume is a damn ice cream shop and video rentals and the real world doesn’t care about basketball or popularity contests, Steven.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Gary, just drop it–”

“Quiet, Carol! He needs to hear this. No one else seems to be able get it to sink in. You wanna be a real man, Steven? Take care of a family, huh? A wife? Get your shit together.”

“Take care of a family?? Are you kidding?” Steve was laughing, but there were tears streaming down his cheeks now as he slammed the chair he’d been gripping onto into the dining room table, “You’re never home, you don’t give a shit about me.”

“Watch your mouth! Ungrateful. I told you Carol. Doesn’t appreciate anything I do for him–”

“I can’t,” Steve threw his hands up as if to shield himself from the words his father was hurling at him, voice thick as he hissed through his tears. Snatching his keys from the hook next to his mom he knew he couldn’t be there anymore.

“Steve, your father doesn’t mean it–”

“I do mean it! Don’t you walk away from me, boy, we’re not done here! I’ve got a flight in the morning and–”

“Yeah? Well gee, dad, have a great trip!” Steve snapped, slamming the door behind him as he left. The tears came more freely then as the hot, sticky summer air hit him, thick and suffocating and too warm. He cranked his BMW to life, speakers screaming as he turned up the volume, and backed out of the drive before ripping down the street toward Tommy’s to steal Jim Hopper’s rig.

Paying no attention to where he was walking, Steve let muscle memory guide him down main street. A light sheen of sweat was clinging to his forehead and brows as the sun beat down on him and his anger faded with each step in the heat. Tommy and Kyle were going to give him so much shit for his community service stint, Steve could already hear them laughing, and he toed a rock into the road. A muttered dammit came forth, eyes still on the ground, but then someone was shouting at him.

“Hey! Watch out!”

Eyes wide, the boy standing in the middle of the sidewalk clearly wasn’t going to move, so you angled your board into the grass and jumped off, hands flying up to grab fistfuls of his shirt as your feet hit the concrete.

“Shit!” he yelped, his own hands grabbing onto to your arms. You stood like that for a moment as if to make sure you were both okay, but then the boy was letting go and pushing himself away from you, threading his fingers through his hair to try and regain his composure. “Watch where you’re going,” he sniped, tone packing more heat than he’d intended.

You scoffed. “Where I’m going?” crossing your arms over your chest you fixed him with a look, “I’m not the one with my eyes glued to the pavement.” Bending down to grab your board, you tucked it under your arm and glared. He was taller than you by at least a few inches, moles chasing along his jaw and cheeks, hazel colored hair messy across his forehead and eyes all warm honey and burnt caramel. He might have been pretty if not for the scowl on his face.

“Pedestrians get the right of way,” he sniped, throwing an arm out toward your skateboard.

“Okay,” huffing a laugh you shouldered past him, but he caught your hand.

“Hey! Where are you going? Shouldn’t you apologize?”

“I’m so sorry,” your voice was sugar and saccharine sweet, but it didn’t match the look on your face as you tossed your board to the ground, “Don’t get run over!”

“Oh nice, really nice!” he yelled after you, and when you glanced over your shoulder to give a wave you laughed at the sight of him. All worked up, hand on his hip, lips twisted into a frown and hair caught up in the heat.

“The nicest!” you called and with a few kicks off the pavement you were gone around the corner toward the gas station for a blue-raspberry Icee, leaving Steve there cursing on the sidewalk with an infuriating curiosity as to who had almost run him over.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem #steve stranger things #steve x you #stranger things au #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fic #steve harrington series #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader

[knoxvilleforever]

Movie nights with wee-man with his tacos

Dinner date with Ehren at a restaurant cause he is nervous about cooking for you both

Dave taking you to a disco party for a date

Preston going on a picnic with you

Bam teaching you skate tricks

Ryan spending quality time with you and your family to show how much he loves you

Johnny taking you to the movies

Steve-o making a awesome video with clips of you and showing it to you on a date

Chris taking you for a beach date with the bunny lifeguard costume because he knows you love it

gonna answer these individually because there’s so much to unpack here

WEE MAN! it’s on my bucket list to try one of his tacos. i feel like he’d be such a good cook and tacos would be his go to for you. or if you’re lazy you’re absolutely going to the restaurant with him and you love seeing how excited everyone is to see him. he seems super chill and lowkey so i imagine his favourite things to do are just relax and have movie marathons with you, where you two introduce each other to your fav movies

ehren seems like he’d be super nervous to be around you and any gesture you make like putting your hand on his arm or kissing his cheek to relax him will have the opposite affect and he’d turn into a puddle. so to take the pressure of he’s decided on a semi fancy restaurant because he wants to impress you but the super fancy places aren’t his vibe and then the conversation gets onto food and he finds himself admitting he was worried about cooking for you so you agree that for your next date you’ll cook together and all he can focus on his that you just said there’ll be a second date

dave would thrive and one of those roller disco parties. looks like he’d be terrible at it from the outset but he’s so coordinated and actually really impressive that he’s trying different tricks and people there are watching in awe. he doesn’t want to get too carried away so he holds your hand and tries to help you out if you aren’t the best at roller skating whilst also making a total idiot of himself disco dancing because it makes you laugh

preston would be the best picnic date. it’d be so fun spending the day outside in nice weather and you’d enjoy it right from packing your picnic to when you feel like you can’t move from the blanket you’re sat on because you ate so much good food. preston is just good vibes all round and a picnic with him would be so wholesome

bam would absolutely laugh at you trying and failing at skate tricks. he’d love that you take an interest in skating and wants to teach you but he can’t help finding it funny when you bail or end up doing something totally different to what you intended. he’d be on hand with a first aid kit for if you hurt yourself but he loves that you always get back up to try again. he’s obsessed when your confidence gets up and you can both skate together

ryan is a sucker for you and therefore he’s a sucker for anyone you love. he’d be obsessed with going home with you for family dinners or parties and he blends so well with your family it’s so beautiful to see. bonus points if there’s babies at the family event because you’re swooning when he has a little baby in his arms or he looks hilarious sat at the kids table because he’s huge in a tiny chair

johnny is such a movie man. takes you to any new film you want to see but his favourites are when they show the oldies at events like outdoor movies or drive ins. if there’s a showing of an old movie you both love he’s 100% buying you tickets and insisting you have to go. when you’re in a movie theater he definitely pulls out the old move of stretching and putting his arm around your shoulders, no matter how long you’ve been dating. you can read him like a book so you can tell when it’s coming but it still has the desired effect

steve o loves pictures and videos so he’ll spend half his time taking them of you. he’d be really sentimental over it and i can see him putting together a photo album of you both over the years and giving it to you for a special occasion

imagining the stares chris would get on the beach is so funny. the image of him floating in the ocean with bunny years on top of his head would have you laughing for the entire day. he’s definitely jealous of your swimsuit and wants to borrow one of your bikini tops so you end up switching halfway through the day

#jackass #jackass thoughts #jackass headcanons #wee man #danger ehren #ehren mcghehey #dave england #preston lacy #bam margera #ryan dunn #johnny knoxville #steve o #chris pontius

[lamborghinitoothpull]

Dave England in Steve O: Out On Bail (2003)

#upld #dave england #jackass #Steve o: out on bail #2000s #my gifs

[ronearoundblindly]

This crack

Autumn:i have a solution

Sam:thank heavens

Autum:it involves fire

Clint*grins* im in

Bucky:N O

Sam: Now wait a minute. Hear the girl out. Bucky: No. Steve will murder me. Autumn: You know I can technically murder you too, right? Bucky: That's beside the point. Autumn: Is not! You treat me like a-- Sam: Guys-- Bucky: Well, don't suggest fire for everything and we'll see if the remaining ideas are-- Sam: GUYS! Autumn: WHAT?! Clint: [running around with a makeshift torch and lighting the tips of all his arrows] Bucky: Steve's still gonna kill me. Clint: I'm taking some initiative. Autumn: [grimacing at Bucky] Ok I see how this might be bad. Sam: You blow up one more building, Barton, and I ain't bailing your ass out. Autumn: [quietly] Oh he definitely wouldn't have liked my idea...

#ro answers #autumn is healing #cap and autumn #incorrect avengers

[polizwrites]

WIP Update - 7 Mar 2023

Busy week IRL, so not much writing done.  I touched 2 fics (1 WIPs & 1 new works)  for a total of  1694 words. 

On Ao3, I posted: 

-- the final chapter of  Make My Heart Come All Undone   - WI No Powers/Supernatural AU meet cute

-- Recollection of Anticipation  - CA;TFA compliant - Steve POV going through memories just before the train mission. 

I have  12 active WIPs  with my current  deadlines being  the Stucky and Avengers bingos.  

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Tony Stark Bingo - Round 6  [TSB_R6  (Ends 28 Feb)

Masterlist

February Ficlet Challenge [FFC23]  (Ends 28 Feb 2023)

I kind of petered out on this, but the organizer said they’re keeping the collection open til June, so I may try to write a few more if inspiration strikes.  

I’ve completed ficlets for the following prompts: (12 of 28 days)

Day 1: Wave;  Day 2: Caught in the Rain, Day 3: “What’s up, Doc?”;  Day 6: Pirate AU  Day 7: Carnival/Amusement Park,  Day 8:  “This is the last time I bail you out!”;  Day 9: Soulmate AU;  Day 10: “Wet your whistle”;  Day 12: Secret Admirer,  Day 13: Vampire and/or werewolf AU;  Day 15: Ice; Day 16: Out to Sea

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Thirteen fills and one WIP with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining -  no specific idea, but it’s so On Brand for me I’m sure I’ll come up with something!  (maybe  the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with)

* O2 - Stark Tower -  See BBB Flash  Ultimatum above.

* N1 - AU: Fairytale - stretching this prompt a little to combine it with the FFC23 Day 15: Ice prompt for a double drabble.   The Captain and the Soldier is vaguely inspired by The Snow Queen (Hans Christian Andersen).    

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow  is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words  (984-ish of which are mine).   Will probably continue on this sometime in February/March.   Current Last Line:  "My men will accompany you back to Brookline in the morning.”

I also adopted the Writing Format: Remix one of your fics  square  – am thinking of taking one of my Stony or WinterIron  No Powers fics and adapting it to a Stucky pairing – if you have any requests - hit me up!  

WinterIron - No Powers AU  –  Stony No Powers AU

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This time around the card is a 3x3,  so am looking at writing different pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve.    I have 2 fills completed and two WIPs, with a couple more ideas in play.

* A1 - Vulnerability - see TSB James “Rhodey Rhodes square above

* B1 - Unrequited Love -  see TSB Secret Admirer square above.

* B3 - Mistaken Identity -  I’m planning a third chapter of my Tony/Rhodey  Western AU   Decision at Sundown   based on the ficlet I wrote to fill the “Wet Your Whistle”  FFC23 prompt.   The expansion will make both this square (and probably the fic itself) more explicit.  😁

* C3 - Dog Tags - seems like a good  Steve/Bucky  (or Steve/Sam?) square.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1]  (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

This new bingo focuses on Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson as its main characters - paired up with each other or anyone else!    I’ve got three completed fics, one WIP and two different ideas for the One Fill, One Bingo Challenge - see this Tumblr post for details. 

* B1 - Knotting - started a Cap!Steve/Modern Bucky A/B/O AU story this morning - 314 words so far.

* B2 - AU: Fugitive -  I combined this with the FF23 Pirate AU prompt to write  Flying the Flag of Freedom.   I plan on expanding it to bring Sam aboard (so to speak) but need to do some more research first.  

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley -  see BBB Underdog above.

* O1 - “This is payback, isn’t it?” -  Posted  Recollection of Anticipation - to Ao3.  Combined with the FFC23 - Day 7: Carnival/Amusement Park prompt  to get Steve  revisiting memories based on Bucky’s comment about the Coney Island roller coaster.   It came in at 552 words.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of  A Rising Star -  a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.  

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3]  (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

Finally got my square incorporated into my Master Bingo tracking workbook and have one fill.  I have a few squares I want to swap & will probably start tacking this and the All Caps bingo in earnest this month.

G1 - Rescue Mission  -  I combined this with last week’s  @flashfictionfridayofficial​ prompt [#FFF190 Trapped in the Dark] to write a Sam & Bucky mission fic  hurt/comfort ficlet:   Down in the Hole (Some Emotions Are Hard to Hide) It came in at  525  words and will get posted to Ao3 sometime next month.  

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - possible expansion of   A Rising Star .  

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On other creative fronts:  I have a  Bride of Frankenstein figure in progress -  still working on the figures/props for my three Marvel Trumps Hate  auction winners as well (7 of 8 done so far) – thanks so much for your generous support!!  Finally, I am prepping for a superhero con in March  and another con in June  so am pretty well booked up through spring/early summer.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check  out Stuffed With Character   over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!).   They’re  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design  requests  for any fandom!

#writing stuff #WIP Update #wip wednesday #Shameless Self Promo

[user98347501938475]

what a fun weekend i am currently having. friday morning woke up to no cuddles and steve on his phone he couldnt even look up to say good morning. then i made the mistake of kicking his laundry basket out of my way in the hallway twice so that means i deserve to get some nasty text messages at 6am. great way to start my day having to apologize, again, with no apology to me for anything, for "already ruining his day" and his reply, "you ruin most of em."

this text thread caused me to go into another spiral of depression, suicidal ideation, that i called my mom later that night and ask her to take me to the hospital because i wanted to hurt myself or go get blackout drunk. 22 days sober today btw woohoo!

so after being given the silent treatment all day, i am sitting crying in the office and steve took himself out to sushi, arcade, and movie date. not a care in the world that i said i was feeling suicidal and wanted to kill myself. but my mistake i made the comment you win and all i get in response is doesnt feel like winning. jesus fucking christ your wife is telling you she wants to end her life you dont give a fuck. honestly that was it for me. i dont think any amount of counseling will save this shit show.

for context when steve threatened to take his life early on in our relationship, i was threatening to call the police i was freaking out banging on his door and took all the fucking shoelaces out of his shoes because he said he had just tried to hang himself in his closet. then i stayed with him to make sure he wasnt going to do anything. and this same man doesnt even ask or care where i will be when i tell him ill be gone for three days, a 72 hour hold possibly.

so my mom and the dr said i would be okay to go home and be under supervision for the night LMAO still gonna wanna die tomorrow but okay cool. literally unless you have active cuts or say im going to go home and kill myself they wont give you any help. and just a thought. people who want to die, me specifically, is embarassed that i am such a failure at life that youre going to make me admit to you that i dont want to be here out loud and then be told youre okay go home. i just dont understand how there is no mental help for anyone living in this shithole society.

my future will be divorced and living in a little shitty apartment by myself and never leave and never make any new friendships or relationships because i cannot make friends and date. i have way too much fucking trauma. i mean my husband doesnt care if i die and my only friend, a gay man, but man none the less, cant even drive home to be with me because hes at his moms house getting drunk,(( his mom who wouldnt move her fat ass to bail him out)) .has been using me as a gooddamn vent stress doll because he was going to be arrested and i told him he would be arrested he didnt listen to me or take any of my advice. this friend needs a whole post of his own. but anyway, guess who was taking care of his loud annoying untrained chiuaua until fucking midnight and driving to lake elsinore to get your truck and then go to the bail bonds place, all of which was extremely stressing and then he gets out keeps me up until 2 am to tell me all about how horrible it was, congratulations welcome to the club of being arrested, maybe just maybe you should have listened to your "friend" when she told you how horrible it would be. but youre a fucking moron and thought the cops woould be NICE to you wtaf.

i dont even have the energy or like xmas spirit to put up my tree. i sure as fuck dont want to celebrate the holiday with steve. he cant even understand that i wanted to visit his family just not during the holiday hysteria. so what does steve do? he buys us $2000 worth of plane tickets to leave DEC 23 and return the 27. UHM WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. i guess you heard me but just dont fucking care what i want ever. or his concern for my arthritus and nausea he doesnt fucking care. HIS family is more important than his wife, obviously how could i be so stupid. i will never be anyone prioirty i have to make myself the priority. and he was shady as fuck acting like i thought we were on the same page...... yeah maybe buit we're reading two spearate fucking books dude. idfk how you could think my wife said she doesnt want to travel during the holidays means leave 2 fucking days before christmas.

so now hes going by himself and leaving the day after christmas at noon and then returning NEW YEARS EVE at ELEVEN FUCKING THIRTY AT NIGHT. boy better get a uber home. dont even fucking ask me to drive to LAX or JWA or wherever the fuck you land because you havent even told me which airline you booked, he probably doesnt even know. the way he buys plane tickewts its just whats cheapest on the day i wanna go idgaf about how horrible the time or airline is. but yeah glad that our first new years as a couple, married as well, that we could have had a new years kiss. but you planned to land on new years eve. he just doesnt think or care about anything i care or think about. we are so fucking wrong for each other.

im so glad i can write here since i only get therapy once a week and steve said he doesnt want to hear me "trauma dumping" or if hes already heard the story he doesnt want to hear it again. thank goodness for the void of internet.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

If steve didnt went back to the 40s tfaws timeline wouldve been amazing yet chaotic . Lets add vixen here for a twist (hope you enjoy this)

Endgame

After steve came back to 2023 after returning the stones and he passed the sheild to sam vixen came next to him "ready to go liebing" he nods "ready darlin" the two looked at the men and she said" if you need us feel free to bug us esspecialy him " they all chcukled . Meanwhile after alot of dates , fluff moments etc vixen and steve married that choice is a good one on both ends they did had a talk of "what would you do if you werent involved in the mess " same response Fall in love with a s/o and get married persue a art career and a family . Some nights are little hard from nightmares luckily they went to therapy for help they even catch up with bucky sides therapy but also as friends including hanging out with sam . A year later the events start one with sam handing the sheild over . Steve may or may not understand vixen understand sams choice . They saw the new cap vixen rolls her eyes on the guy. Bucky and vixens therapy almost similar and instead of buckys Catching the bad guy she can convince the people in her list to actually surender steve dosent mind her way and shakes his head laughing at buckys version . Some point steve recived the video sam got of bucky jumping out on the plane vi jokes "well you two are alike " he shook his head "mine was higher " its all light and when bucky came to visit after that he mentions that mission and asks help too and that happened after his akward date. They met isah the super soildier with sam at the place and the boys had a talk vi feels bad about him even the old man recognized her " your looking well today, your limbs repaired too" she is guilty like bucky in a way . After that encounter both bucky and vixen were arrested for not coming to court mandate therapy both steve ....and john bailed them , john is shocked steve was their and both had a stern talk steve was not impressed with the whole personal close john mentioned in the interview some point in the talk bucky and vixen at the officers desk with bucky a grouchy look and vixen a sigh little did walker knew about vixen hes blown away and didnt take long to notice the ring on her finger . Alright that went bad sorry . Buckys therapist came she called both him , vixen sam and steve in a room to do the talk and instead of the sheild is the only fam . Its about something personal both steve and vixen calm him down the doc took notes . The events in germany happened back plus te mention of zemo sam and vixen thought is a bad idea steve knows bucky well now and trusts him to do the talking without mentioning it to his wife and sam . As bucky reached to zemos area as the man tests the trigger it did not work they have a talk and bucky helps him escape

Sam:Zemos going to mess with your minds esspecialy you two, no offence

Bucky:offence . Let me walk you through a hypothetical

Sam:what did you do

Steve:bucky

Bucky:i didnt do anything

Sam*chill*i dont like how casual being about this is un natrual. Where are we man??

Y/n:this is a bad idea

Steve*nods* whats going on pal?

Zemo*came as a guard

SamWOAH WOAH WOAH . What are you doing here?!

Bucky: i didnt want to tell you cause this will happen

Steve:>_>

Sam YOUR GOING BACK TO PRISON

Y/n*points her gun at zemo*Hands up where we can see them baron

Zemo:if i may

All four: N O

Zemo*nods*

Sam:so our first move is grand theft auto

The air port

Sam:so all this time you've been rich

Zemo:im a baron sam, my family was royalty till your friends destroyed my country

Steve*head down covers his face with his hat*

Vixen:condolences

Zemo*nods

Zemo:you dont know whats its like to be locked up in a cell*sees vixen and bucky*oh , thats right they do

Steve:

*steve did give bucky the notebook and they all agred on the music half

Bucky:i like forties music

Y/n:same

Bucky: i like marvin gane

Sam:Steve adored marvin gane

Steve*blush * sam

Y/n*bit her lip to avoid giggling

*the three did stop bucky trying not to choke zemo *

Madriapor

Sam:we have to do something abou this i look like a pimp

Zemo:only an american would asume a fashion forward black man looks like a pimp

Steve:i look like a mob boss in this

Zemo:its only fair that you match one

Y/n*in a jumpsuit nearly matching bucky*

Bucky*silent and metal arm out

The bar drink scene vi almost broke her character frm te way sam was disgusted and bucky nodded as a pay back for not lifting his seat in civil war

Someone messed with them steve and zemo comanded (steve had to fake comand her which feels bad ) both vixen and "winter soildier" to kick the bother some man back till both had to stop them to prove they are allowed to atay to meet the person they will talk too

The chaos in the madriapor hunt

Sam:I CANT RUN IN THESE HEELS

Vixen*in heeled boots*USE THE FRONT PADS OF YOUR FEET AND TRY NOT TO GET SHOT !

*all sticked sides zemo who scrambled *

Sharon helpped their asses and the line she mentioned

Sharon:i stole steves sheild remember*while pointing a gun*i also took the wints to save your ass *to bucky* From his ass*points at zemo

Steve:thank you

Sharon*shrugs* i got a place in high town for the night

Y/n*nods*

* the party plus sam n bucky bicker lol

Steve and vixen* a drink*

Steve:cant belive this is still happening

Y/n:agree . We have a break atm to figure this out

Steve*nods* yes, are you ok back there?

Y/n: felt weird being "comanded" *sips her drink

Zemo*dose his victory dance

Sharon:before you were his pet psycopath you were *sarcastic*Mr america , Caps best friend

Bucky:shes awful now

Steve*tries not to laugh*bucky

Y/n:still that was a dumb idea to guve the sheild away

Zemo:someone agrees

Day fight with sam and bucky argue in the fight

Steve:Will you two Stop bickering !

Sam& bucky *argue

Y/n*on top of the cargo and shoots too till the explotion*Fuckin hell zemo

this is a whole story of itself

#talk time with jordan #anon #anonymous

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

DALLAS WINSTON

Protective HCs

Dating An African-American Girl HCs

Sleepy Mornings

Coming Home

Ring

With A Feisty Yet Introverted S/O HCs

Hippie S/O HCs

Upset and Crying S/O HCs

“Dumb” S/O HCs

Being Dally’s S/O and Being Friends With Angela HCs

Dating Johnny and Dally HCs

Cheerleader S/O HCs

Boat

Insecure

Dating Dally and Tim HCs

With an S/O Who Knows Everything HCs

Italian S/O HCs

Cuddling S/O HCs

Long Enough

S/O with Younger Siblings HCs

Dating Steve’s Sibling HCs

Waitress S/O HCs

Goodbye

S/O Like Cat Valentine HCs

RBF S/O HCs

Tall And Sassy S/O HCs

Empty Bed

Post-Rumble HCs with S/O

Dating Johnny’s Sibling HCs

With An S/O Who Giggles And Laughs While Asleep HCs

Dating Dallas Winston HCs

With A Short S/O HCs

Post-Breakup HCs + Imagine

Studious S/O HCs

Bucking Broncs Are A Great Date

With An S/O That Does Karate HCs

With An S/O Like Cher Horowitz HCs

With A S/O That Reads A Lot HCs

Kisses HCs

Morning Light

Birdsong

Tree House

Because I Love You

With A Flirty S/O HCs + Mini Imagines

SFW Sleeping Together HCs

Car Obsessed and Racer S/O HCs

HCs For When S/O Gets Jumped By Socs

HCs For When Their S/O Gets In A Fight

With An S/O Who’s Always Singing Or Humming HCs

Fake Dating Reader HCs

With A Super Sporty, Super Busy S/O HCs

Taking Care Of Their Sick S/O HCs

HCs For When Their S/O Is Feeling Forgotten Or Ignored

With A Bull Rider S/O HCs

Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’

Clumsy S/O HCs

Long-Term Dating HCs

Underwater and Ocean

With An S/O Who Wears Glasses HCs

With An S/O With A Southern Accent HCs

60s Song To Dance To HCs

With A S/O Who Likes The Gym HCs

Ten Minutes

Bailing You Out Of Jail HCs

Cuddling The Boys When They’re Sad HCs

HCs With An S/O That Loves To Travel

Spooky!S/O HCs

Falling Asleep On Them HCs

Play Fighting the Boys HCs

Introducing Their S/O To The Boys HCs

Kissing Their S/O Under The Mistletoe

Dallas With A Barrel Race S/O HCs

New Year’s Eve Would Include

An S/O Afraid Of The Dark Would Include

With An S/O That Loves Art HCs

Valentine’s Day Would Include

Dancing With Them In The Kitchen HCs

HCs For When They’re Jealous

Hugging Them Would Include

With An S/O Who Loves Animals HCs

Playing With Their Hair HCs

Socially Anxious Reader Would Include

Cook/Baker S/O HCs

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