#steve shows up at the mansion like...the next day

[themidnightcrimson]

skirt ࿏ wm

summary: in which wanda gets a little too handsy during a small party.

words: 4.5k

warnings: top!wanda, fingering (r receiving), semi-public sex, severely gay ogling, reader being a fuckin simp

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni.

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Steve had unfortunately complained to Tony that the parties he always held in his huge, modern, techno mansion were not intimate enough. Tony, always ready to take complaints from Steve with a cheeky attitude, passed the message along to Pepper who decided to truly make something cozier for everyone.

Tony’s parties were pretty much bi-weekly at this point, every other Friday night. The team almost always showed up in entirety, and the regularity of it was becoming sentimental to some of you. Even Tony was starting to plan them: “You guys gotta try this whiskey. I’ll bring it next Friday” or “I swear, Cap, I’m gonna put you in a suit on Friday and shoot you up to Mars.” It was cute.

Tonight, instead of drinking and playing poker around Tony’s in-house bar room, Pepper had set up something beautiful outside. You’d arrived at the party with Nat, stepping through the back patio of Tony’ mansion and seeing something set up in his backyard. Tied between two trees was a large white screen, and several yards in front of it was a projector mounted onto the roof of the patio, pointed right towards the screen.

In front of the screen, on the lush, freshly-trimmed grass yard, was a whole bunch of pillowy chairs with blankets cast over them, set up like little cots. To the side of the arena was a little hot dog stand that also had a big red and golden popcorn machine currently popping popcorn attached to its hip, as well as a large futuristic-looking cooler full of ice and bottled drinks. There was even an attachment on the front of the hot dog stand with an array of candy bars.

Strung above the entire arena were strings of fairy lights going in every direction, tied between trees and the railing of the patio porch. The sun hadn’t quite set yet, but they were already turned on, providing cute little lights above the cozy scene. It was the homiest thing you’d ever seen at Tony’s home.

“My god,” Nat remarked as she looked around, looking as shocked as you. “It looks like Tony’s planning on proposing to all of us at the same time tonight.”

“I would say yes,” Banner said, coming up beside you and gawking up at the lights. He ran down the steps of the patio and towards one of the fluffy chairs made of pillow, throwing himself down on it and squishing it to the ground. You could hear his sigh of comfort from the patio.

“Do you guys like it?” Pepper asked, coming out of the house. “There’s more food and snacks inside if you guys want anything that’s not out there.”

“I feel like I’m experiencing my first American sleepover,” Nat said, turning to Pepper. “It’s great, really!”

It was cute seeing Nat get so excited like that. Steve showed up behind Pepper and had the same reaction as everyone else, even tearing up a little bit. When Tony reluctantly entered the patio, Steve gave him a slap on the shoulder. “This is really great, Tony. Really great.”

Tony tightly smiled and quickly went back into the house to avoid any more sentiment.

Since the few of you were the first to arrive, you all stayed on the porch and made conversation while waiting for everyone else to show up. It was a chilly spring night, the wind picking up and every once in a while catching the black skirt you were wearing. It was that annoying time of year, of course, where you would have been sweating during the day but now you were shivering at night. You wished you had worn pants instead of a skirt. You didn’t know you’d be thanking yourself later for the opposite.

You had been discreetly waiting for someone the entire time. As more people lingered through the back door into the backyard, you nervously glanced at each figure and hoped it’d be the one you wanted it to be, but it never was.

And then you knew. You didn’t see her, or hear her name, or any other evidence that she was there other than the fact that the pit in your stomach grew and there was a tingling sensation across your nerve endings. The witch always had that affect on you. You didn’t know if it was a spell or something, or maybe you were just acting like a crush-stricken schoolgirl, but you had a habit of always knowing when Wanda entered a room.

Surely enough, through the tinted windows lining the back porch, you could see a flash of red hair making its way towards the back door, that smile you had memorized greeting people as she stepped between them. A shiver crawled its way up your lower spine as the door opened and that face stepped through, the one you’ve been dreaming about, the one that haunts you, the one that twists your stomach into knots when you see it because it makes you think of all the times you’ve touched yourself with that face in mind.

Wanda stepped onto the porch, her hair in wavy locks down her shoulders. She was wearing a soft, light pink sweater that probably looked like off-white to everyone else in the dusk light, but you paid enough attention to know it was pink. It matched the gentle pink in her cheeks, and in her lips…

You and Wanda’s…”situation” was only just blossoming. After months and months of tense friendship and subtle flirting, you’d finally broken the ice when you’d shared a drunken makeout session at one of the parties. You found Wanda to be much bolder than you’d expected her to be, but it invigorated you so. She knew how to keep you on the edge but give you enough to keep you satisfied. She hadn’t fucked you yet, though she’s gotten close. You’ve felt her mouth, and her thigh, but she hadn’t touched you with her hands yet. Her hands.

It was embarrassing when Nat had to snap you out of it. You’d been staring at Wanda since she’d entered the backyard space and got caught up in a conversation with someone else on her way to greet you. You weren’t even sure if she’d seen you yet, but with how sly the witch was, you were sure she was fully aware of everything.

“Hey, you’ve got a little drool there,” Nat said, motioning to her own chin while looking at yours. You blushed and rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath and turning your back on Wanda. Even though she still hadn’t looked at you, you swore you could feel her eyes burning into your back.

“Shut up,” you whispered, crossing your arms and shivering slightly in the cold.

Like clockwork, you suddenly felt a warm arm wrap itself around your shoulders. God, you even recognized her touch now.

Looking up, you saw Wanda appear beside you, her arm slung over your shoulder and pulling you into her gently. You felt the softness of her sweater and her hair against your arm as you were overcome with her cologne. It was sweet but deep, and it made you melt every time you smelled it because it reminded you of all your moments with her.

Wanda smiled down at you, and you half-expected her to lean down for a kiss, but she didn’t. You weren’t public yet, though Nat knew the extent of it, and everyone else had just assumed. They all thought that if you weren’t fucking, it was at least obvious that Wanda wanted to, and no one would dare get in the way of that. This was all without your knowledge, of course, because you were innocent and naïve and thought that no one had any clue about it except for Nat. That was one thing that Wanda liked about you.

“Hey there,” Wanda smoothly said in almost a whisper. Every time you get close to her for the first time, you feel like you’re seeing her for the first time all over again. Her sparkling green eyes, soft lips turned in a self-assured smile, structured cheekbones, her cute little nose. It all made you swoon like a schoolgirl.

“Hi,” you squeaked, feeling your face get hot all over.

Wanda gave a breathy chuckle, obviously picking up on your little squeak. She gave a little space between you for a moment to let her eyes rake down over your figure. They landed at your hips, and her smile faded, turning almost crooked for a moment before she licked her lips and pursed them. “Hmmmm,” she hummed, pulling you into her again, a little tighter now. “You look so fucking good,” she hissed, leaning down towards your ear. You felt her breath fan against your ear, and then her lips grazed it, before she turned away, stiffening as if trying to hold something in. You watched her jaw flex, the muscles straining in her swan neck as she inhaled deeply.

You weren’t sure what exactly was going through the witch’s mind, but your body was burning all over. It almost pained you how you always had such a physical reaction to Wanda.

Wanda did not let go of you. Even as she lingered around the patio, even as people came up and made conversation, she kept you under her arm like her own pet bunny. You felt safe like that, tucked into Wanda, letting her lead the conversations while you just leaned against her soft sweater and inhaled her sweet perfume. The duality of Wanda’s gentle physique but domineering nature made your head dizzy.

Wanda was like a bee to honey to you for the entire time that you and everyone else waited for the party’s population to be dense enough to start a movie on the large projector screen. Finally, once the sun had set and only left an orange streak at the bottom of the sky, Tony came back out onto the patio and, fully equipped in his suit, stuck his hands out to the side and levitated up towards the projector. Halting mid-air, the face of the suit flipped away to reveal Tony’s face.

“Greetings and welcome to the lamest party Tony Stark has ever thrown,” Tony announced, earning several laughs throughout the small crowd of people before flipping the projector on and flying away.

Light illuminated onto the screen, and an old black-and-white Hollywood movie began playing on the screen. People made their way over to the little cots set out on the lawn, while some stayed on the patio pretending to be the adult part of the crowd.

“Want some snacks?” Wanda whispered in your ear, to which you gave a dumb nod, too focused on the way her hand slid down to your waist and gripped it.

Wanda led you over the little hot dog stand that shone like a beacon in the darkening lawn, apart from the light from the movie. You were about to tell Wanda that you wanted popcorn and Skittles, but she somehow beat you to it. “A bag of popcorn and some Skittles,” she told the guy behind the stand. Nodding, he began to load up a bag of buttery popcorn as you looked up at Wanda in confusion to how she knew what you wanted.

Mind-reading can be useful in many ways, kitten.

You thought Wanda had spoken, since you had heard her voice, but her lips didn’t even move and her voice sounded like it was behind you. Your eyes widened in realization that Wanda was using mind-reading on you for the first time—though it actually was about the hundredth time that she’d pried in on your cerebral. It was the telepathic communication that was happening for the first time, but she thought your confusion on the terms was cute.

“Thanks,” Wanda told the guy as he handed you the warm bag of popcorn. She took a bag of Skittles and two bottles of soda and placed her hand on your lower back, her warm palm ushering you towards a cot in front of the screen.

She decided to choose one a little off to the side, spaced out more from any others. It was a double, basically a large pillow in the shape of a chair that could hold two people.

“This is so fun!” you exclaimed, hopping down on the cot and sighing at how soft it was, understanding now why Banner was so relaxed when he had jumped onto one. There was even a little basket beside the chair that held a large, fluffy blanket folded up. Pepper had truly gone all out.

Wanda plopped down beside you, her warm body instantly melting into yours as her weight into the pillowy chair dipped you down closer to her. The redistribution of weight had moved you in a way that your skirt hiked up your legs.

Wanda’s eyes flickered to your skirt, her pupils swarming. You blushed and pulled your skirt down to cover yourself, discreetly watching Wanda blink and force herself to look away. She leaned back in the chair, snaking her arm behind you and curling it around your waist, which only deepened the blush on your cheeks.

Reaching towards your lap, Wanda took a piece of popcorn from the bag you held between your legs and popped it into her mouth. You took a piece and moved it towards your mouth, but suddenly her hand stopped you.

“Nuh uh,” she said quietly, taking the popcorn from between your fingers. “Let me do it.”

You froze, staring at her face that was so close. It was illuminated by the projection on the screen, her green eyes darker than usual.

“Open your mouth,” she whispered, her eyes flickering down to your lips. There was a hunger in her eyes as she watched you hesitate before slowly opening your lips, your heart beating twice faster in your chest. Wanda brought the popcorn to your mouth, letting your tongue take it. You were surprised when, as you felt the texture of the popcorn on your tongue and the butter flooded your taste buds, the tips of Wanda’s fingers lingered in your mouth. As you attempted to close your lips, they only closed around her fingers, tasting the extra salt left behind on them. Your face grew red and hot as you watched Wanda smirk, pushing her fingers in just a miniscule bit further, her own lips parting in infatuation as she watched your lips suction around her fingers.

“Good girl,” she whispered, slowly dragging her fingers out of your mouth.

As if nothing happened, as if you weren’t sitting there blushing and sweating and feeling the space between your legs get warm, she went back to simply eating the popcorn and staring up at the screen.

Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to stop staring at this blasted woman who just teased you so easily and tried to focus on the movie.

Wanda’s handsy-ness wasn’t too extreme during the first half of the movie. It was only her arm around your waist, her hand rubbing your back sensually, her fingers softly combing through your hair and pulling on it hard once or twice just to get a squeak out of you, to which she pressed a discreet kiss to your neck. It was like she was just playing with you. It was like she was just playing with her food.

It wasn’t until halfway through the movie, when there was no sight of any sunlight in the dark night sky, that Wanda strengthened her moves on you.

Under the pretty fairy lights, as everyone else started to calm down and really settle into the movie, a chilly night breeze sewed itself through the air. It flittered over your exposed legs, causing you to shiver. Wanda, who’d been trying not to ogle your thighs all night, couldn’t help but see the goosebumps on your tender skin.

“You cold?” she asked in a soft, sweet tone. When you nodded, she reached over to the basket and brought out the large, thick blanket, draping it over the both of your laps. The warm, soft blanket was such a relief to your cold legs, and with Wanda’s body also available to you as a heater, you felt so cozy and safe.

Then Wanda’s hand reached under the blanket and rested on your thigh, her palm curving around it. The action made you stiffen, your skin growing exponentially warmer where her hand touched. The intimacy of the action sent shimmers through you, and you tried to beat back the little smile on your face.

Wanda, on the other hand, was trying not to smirk. She was more purposeful than you gave her credit for, but again, your naivety was what fueled her to see just how much she could get away with.

You were trying your hardest to ignore her hand on your thigh until it suddenly shifted upwards, pushing your skirt up with it. You gasped quietly. Her hand was all the way up your thigh now, gripping your flesh firmly. Her fingers were wrapped into the inner most tender part of your thigh, pressing into the soft skin there.

The heat between your legs amplified with how close Wanda was to it. You couldn’t help but nervously glance around, afraid that somehow someone had seen her hand grab your thigh under the thick blankets. Luckily, no one was looking. The closest person to you was Nat, but she was watching the film with her head tilted and arms crossed, obviously trying to analyze it like she did with most films.

“Wanda,” you whispered, glancing up at her to see that she was already staring at you darkly.

“What, princess?” she asked innocently.

The name struck you like a bullet of white hot fire in the pit of your stomach. She watched you seriously, a smirk twitching the corners of her lips, as she tightened her grip on your thigh. It stung a little, her fingertips digging so hard into that sensitive inner flesh of your thigh, that you almost squeaked.

“If you want to make noises for me, then do it, babygirl,” she lilted, and you almost gasped when her hand slipped fully under your skirt. You squirmed a little, but she looked at you threateningly. “Don’t move.”

Your breathing grew heavy as you looked around again, feeling that for sure someone was looking this time. No one was.

No one will see, detka.

Wanda’s voice was in your head again. You sharply turned to look at her, but she was staring at the screen now.

Suddenly, you felt something under the covers spreading your thighs open. You hadn’t even realized you’d been squeezing them together, but as you looked down at the blanket, you saw a hint of red glaring through it as your legs spread themselves wide open. She was using magic to open you up for her. Out of impulse, you tried to slam them shut, but her magic held you there, the red glare dissipating so as to not draw attention to what was happening beneath the blanket.

Be still.

You bit your lip as you felt Wanda’s hand cup you under your skirt, her palm pressing into your fabric-covered core. Your breath quivered out of both nervousness and pleasure when she found your clit through your panties and slowly rubbed it.

I can feel how wet you are through your panties, princess. Her voice was even husky in your head.

You tried to keep still as Wanda rubbed your sensitive nub, looking around again to see that still no one was looking at you. But the fact that anyone could look over at the wrong moment, see part of Wanda’s arm stretched towards your lap under the blanket, seeing shapes inappropriately moving under the fabric, instilled a sense of fear into you that seemed to propel your desire.

Good girl, just keep being still for me. I know how bad you’ve been wanting this. You’ve dreamed so much of my fingers.

God, how did she know? Had she been spying on you?

Her fingers dipped down your fabric-covered slit, tickling there for a moment and feeling the wet spot forming on your panties. You were soaking by now, you could feel it, and it only got worse when Wanda started to push your panties to the side.

You started to open your mouth to tell her no, that she shouldn’t do that in front of everyone at a party, that anyone could look over and see and that it’d be so embarrassing, but her voice was quick to reprimand you.

So what if someone sees? I’ll let anyone know that you’re all mine.

With that, her fingers successfully slipped under the thin, stretchy fabric of your panties and met your soaking cunt. You heard Wanda let out a tense breath as she seeped her fingers through your sopping folds, her jaw flexing again.

You’re so fucking wet, babygirl. Her voice growled within your head, dizzying you.

You glanced around nervously, almost thinking someone was looking at you, but finding that no one was still. You felt so nervous about it, so paranoid, but your feverishness was mostly just from Wanda’s fingers rubbing your bare clit now, moving your wetness all around.

I’ve been wanting to feel your pretty cunt for so long. You just had to wear this slutty little skirt tonight, hmm?

Heat burned throughout you as Wanda’s fingers moved towards your entrance, circling it. You stiffened a little, not knowing exactly what to expect from her. You had to force yourself to not gyrate against her hand, to not turn to her and beg for her to just do it, to not moan out loud. It was especially hard not to do the last thing when Wanda’s fingers thrusted inside you.

“Oh—” you started, until Wanda’s magic snapped your mouth shut. Wanda went completely still, freezing completely. You took a blushing, nervous glance around and nearly died when your eyes made contact with Nat’s eyes.

You froze like a deer in headlights. Nat was staring at you while Wanda’s fingers were inside you for the first time. You were looking her in the eye while your walls clenched around Wanda. You wanted to set yourself on fire.

Fortunately, Nat only gave a casual little head nod and a smile and then turned back to the movie. You knew Nat well enough to know that she wasn’t just pretending that she didn’t see anything. Luckily for you, she really had not noticed anything unusual other than your usual awkwardness around Wanda.

Close call, princess. You almost got found out for being a slut for me.

Taking a shaky breath, your hand crawled around until it found Wanda’s knee under the blanket and gripped it for dear life as she started thrusting her fingers inside you. You tried not to whine at the stretch—it’d been a while for you.

You’re so fucking tight, baby. Wanda’s voice was breathy in your head.

You threw your head back a little as Wanda’s fingers pumped in and out of you, and you could even hear the faint wet sounds coming from under the blanket. It made you feel so dirty, getting fingered like that in front of everyone, and being so wet for it, too.

I knew you were such a slut for me. What if I rip the blanket off right now, hmm? Expose you for spreading your legs for me even in public like a whore?

Gritting your teeth together, you felt Wanda’s two fingers hitting a sweet spot inside you. It was so hard to not buck your hips, to not squirm or moan or do anything but etch claw marks into Wanda’s knee.

And then you felt a more noticeable stretch. Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt Wanda force a third finger into you. This time you couldn’t help it. You threw your head to the side and buried it in Wanda’s chest, letting out a mix between a quiet moan and a sigh that luckily was muffled by Wanda’s sweater. Keeping as still as possible, you inhaled Wanda’s perfume and scratched the fuck out of her knee as she pumped three fingers inside your cunt at an agonizingly slow speed. You knew she would’ve fucked you a lot harder if it weren’t for the sake of being discreet.

“Wanda,” you murmured into her chest, feeling the valley of her breasts from beneath her sweater cushioning your face. “Wanda, I’m close.”

Her fingers were hitting so deep inside you. They were so long, and she was curling them, and she was hitting your sweet spot deep inside, and you could feel your juices dripping down yourself.

Hold it. She commanded.

You didn’t even realize it, but you clamped your teeth around a chunk of her sweater, biting down hard on the thick cable-knit fabric as the woman’s fingers plundered you at a steady pace. You didn’t even know if anyone was looking at you now, and you didn’t even care because your body was starting to tremble as you struggled to not cum all over her fingers.

Finally, when you begged again, she acquiesced with Cum for me, princess.

It took all of your power to not moan out loud as you orgasmed with Wanda’s fingers lodged deep inside you, your walls spasming around them and your hips trembling. She nuzzled her nose against the top of your head and hissed when you bit down on her sweater again and accidentally bit into her breast. She held you still with her spare arm, her fingers deep in you, as you came down from the blinding high.

“That’s it,” she whispered into your hair. “Good girl, just breathe.” You were breathing very hard to make up for not being able to moan. “You were such a good, quiet girl for me, angel.” The praise landed over you like soft kisses until you realized she was also pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

It didn’t help that, when you had finally calmed down and Wanda pulled her shiny fingers out of you, she popped them into her mouth and sucked off all of your cum. You blushed and dug your face into her chest again, this time purposefully biting her breast which made her hiss again and then giggle evilly.

Luckily, no one had seen you get fingered by Wanda, at least not to your knowledge. Nothing had ever come out of it, at least, except that Tony spread a rumor that you had peed yourself during the party because when you stood up from the chair at the end of the night, there was a wet spot right under where you had been sitting.

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[evansbby]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 (𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: noncon, dubcon, heavy misogyny, daddy!kink, smutt in public (kind of), 18+ minors dni.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve takes his omega to her first pool party.

“Hey, baby. Look at this!”

Steve takes off into a run before canon-balling into the pool, making the water splash everywhere in the process. But he surfaces with a grin, flipping his hair off his forehead. His light blonde tufts look dark brown from the water, and the sun radiates against the droplets on his pale face, making him shimmer like a diamond. You can hear a bunch of people – including Natasha – complain because the splash from his jump has completely soaked them, but all Steve does is flip them off before shooting you a smug smile.

“Wow.” You say as you walk up to the edge of the pool. “That was really cool.”

Before Steve can answer, you see someone whizz past you from your peripheral. A moment later, there’s another gigantic splash as Ransom canon-balls in next to Steve, and you yelp as the water hits you. The brunette alpha surfaces with a grin that rivals Steve’s in smugness, with the latter looking on sourly as you clap politely at Ransom’s jump.

“That wasn’t nearly as impressive as mine.” Steve scoffs, eying you warningly. You immediately stop clapping. “And you splashed water all over my girlfriend, you fucking asshole.”

“It’s a pool party, Steve. God forbid she gets a bit of water on her.” Ransom rolls his eyes as he climbs out of the pool and flips Steve off before shooting you a smile which you don’t dare return.

The two of you are at Steve’s friend Ransom’s house. Or rather, in his backyard where a pool party is in full swing. It’s a particularly hot day and everyone’s either sunbathing or swimming or licking snow-cones made from Ransom’s “state of the art snow-cone machine.” (That was the first thing the brunette alpha had shown you and Steve when the two of you had arrived. He’d bought it especially for today).

“I mean, Ransom’s pool is alright.” Steve had told you earlier when the two of you were changing in the pool-house. “But you’d think it’s an Olympic size pool from the way he shows off about it. Baby, wait till you see the pool at my house, it’s twice the size of this one.”

You had nodded, although the idea of someone even owning a swimming pool of their very own – big or small – was so completely unfathomable to you. But everyone who was here today hadn’t even blinked an eye at all the luxuries this mansion had to offer. From the huge hallways and sparkling marble floors to the gigantic backyard which resembled more of a golf course. Not to mention the pool-house alone was twice the size of your house back home!

“This place is like a castle.” You had breathed, sliding your fingers over the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the pool-house, watching the party in full swing outside. Thor was handing out cans of beer, Natasha by his side in a pretty red bikini that made her body look incredible. Ransom and Andy were making snow-cones, and Sam and Bucky looked to be organising a game of pool volleyball. There was a net set up in the water, and it looked like they were arguing about picking teams.

You could also see a bunch of girls settled on the side of the pool, in pretty bikinis and stylish sunglasses. You recognised a few of them from campus, and that made you gulp. What if Steve left you to hang out with his friends? You pray these girls are nice and you’ll fit in.

Steve had snorted, coming up behind you with his hand on your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. “This place is not like a castle, omega. I can show you castles; you just wait till you see my house.” He had kissed down the nape of your neck, the feel of his lips making you sigh until he pulls away and frowns, tugging at your shirt. “Take this off. It’s a pool party, remember?”

He takes it off for you, licking his lips when he sees what’s underneath. He had bought the bikini for you a few days ago. It was white with baby pink strings tying the thong and also going around your neck. Steve had said it was extremely sexy and cute, but you felt vulnerable as ever and paranoid every time he’d finger the strings – like he was doing now. You’d double-tied them tightly, but all he had to do was tug at them and they’d come loose.

Steve had barely given you enough time to put your flip-flops on, as well as your cute flowery cover-up, before he’d dragged you outside to the party.

Which is where you are currently, and you can’t help but smile softly down at Steve, who looks extremely proud of the cannonball he’s just performed. He swims over to where you’re standing, reaching up to grab your ankles.

“Come in. The water’s nice and cool.”

Your heart skips a beat at how laid back he’s being. This is a different side to Steve, who was usually so stoic and strict. Either that, or he was downright devious. Sometimes though, sometimes he lets himself go and relax. Like when he’s playing video-games and gets really into it, or when the two of you are cuddling and he lets Steve Junior join in, or when the two of you study together. Or now.

“I – uh – I don’t really want to swim.” You answer awkwardly, and your alpha rolls his eyes, the grip he has on your ankles not loosening. But the thought of taking your cover-up off and being in such a revealing bikini in front of all these people has you shaking your head pleadingly at him.

“It’s a pool party, omega. That means you have to swim.” Steve tells you as if you’re a baby who doesn’t understand the concept of a pool party.

You exhale softly before sitting down by the edge of the pool and dipping your feet in, sighing at how nice the water feels. And a part of you does want to go in, but you don’t know why you feel so self-conscious here. Well, actually, you do know why. It’s because you feel so out of place, in this huge mansion of a house with all these people from college whom you probably have nothing in common with. They aren’t your friends, you don’t have any friends. And they certainly don’t want to be your friends either, you just know it.

Steve settles between your legs, spreading them and smirking up at you. He presses a light kiss to your inner thigh, and it’s innocuous enough but you still look around in alarm. But no one is watching the two of you and so you try to relax.

“Relax, omega.” Steve commands you, and you get a whiff of his summery scent and sigh as it seems to soothe you from the inside out. You shoot your alpha a small smile, and he only smirks, continuing to kiss your thigh as his hands slips up and down your bare legs. You freeze when you feel his fingers lock around your ankles, the sudden image of him cruelly tugging you into the water crossing your mind.

But Steve only lifts your foot up, licking his lips as he watches your white nail polish gleam in the sunlight. You gulp when he presses a kiss on your toe, before a dark, lustful look clouds his eyes and you pull away.

“Not here, Steve! Please!” You whisper.

“Why not? You’re my omega and I can do whatever I want with you, so–”

“Hey, Steve! Great weather, huh?”

Jake Jensen swims up to Steve, a comically wide grin on his face. He’s got a thick layer of white sunscreen all over his face, with an especially thick blot on the tip of his nose. And yet, he’s still sunburnt and slightly pink to match the shade of his salmon-coloured swimming trunks.  His eyes squint as he smiles at Steve – either because of the sun or because he’s not wearing his glasses.

Steve rolls his eyes, getting in front of you to block you from Jake’s view.

“Jensen, who the fuck invited you?”

“Uh, Ransom did? He invited the whole football team! This sure is a swell pool, huh, Steve? I’ve got one too – well, my parents do. But it’s not as big as this one.”

“I’m sure it isn’t.” Steve says drily, “Hey! Eyes on me, Jensen. Don’t even think about looking at her.”

“I wasn’t–”

“I know your angle, you fucking creep. Swimming over here and trying to act all casual so you can get a close up look at my girlfriend in her bikini.”

Jake blinks, his eyes zeroing in on you peaking over Steve’s shoulder. “I didn’t even notice her, actually, but–”

“Are you insulting my girlfriend now, Jensen? Are you fucking insinuating that she’s not noticeable?!”

“What? No–”

“Shut up, you fucking idiot. And get away from us. In fact, get out of the whole pool.” Steve points to the far corner of the backyard, where a jacuzzi bubbles away on its lonesome. “Go sit in there, Jensen. I’m banning your creepy ass from this pool. Now go before I kick you off the football team.”

You watch as Jake hurriedly swims away, a look of dismay on his face. “Steve, you shouldn’t be so mean to him– Hey!”

You yelp as your alpha’s muscular arms encircle around you, pulling you into the pool with a gentle splash. Your arms automatically go around his neck, and your legs – unable to reach the floor of the pool – instinctively wrap around his waist until you’re clinging to him like a koala.

“There. Now none of these creeps can stare at your body.” Steve’s hand slips down to squeeze your ass underwater and you jump in surprise, inadvertently rubbing your front against his crotch. His eyes darken and he clutches you closer, till you can feel his hard dick through his trunks rub against your mound which is barely concealed by your bikini. You fight yourself in order not to moan, shooting Steve a pleading look only to find that his eyes are too busy staring at your cleavage, which is ample and wet and pressed up against his chest.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, omega.” Steve says, leaning forward to kiss you roughly. He bites at your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as his hands continue to fondle you. You feel your walls clench but you have to remind yourself that you’re in a pool with a bunch of other people. Meanwhile, underwater, Steve’s hand slips under your bikini bottoms, cupping your bare ass cheek and jiggling it lewdly.

“Fuck, why’d you have to wear such a tiny, slutty bikini, huh?” Steve whispers, licking the shell of your ear sensually and sending thrills up and down your spine. “You think you can look this sexy and cute and I won’t fuck you in the middle of this pool right now?”

“B-But, Steve! You chose this bikini!”

“Don’t lie, baby omega.” He pinches your ass again before his fingers tug threateningly at the flimsy string holding your bikini bottoms to your body. “Now everyone’s staring at your hot, tight little body because they all want to fuck you. But they can’t, because that’s my job.”

“Please don’t take my bikini off!” You plead softly, as he continues to play with the strings of your bikini-bottoms. You try to swim away from him, but he holds on tightly to you, shooting you a warning look before his eyes grow distracted by your breasts again, and his hands cup them both.

“Who told you to tease me like this, huh?” He kisses up your neck, squeezing and fondling your breasts like an animal pawing at his prey, “Who told you to wear such a tight, sexy bikini and push your tits up so they look all sexy? God, you’re killing me, baby. And I know you’re doing it on purpose, just like you always do.”

You know Steve well enough at this point to realise that when he’s riled up and horny, he tends to accuse you of baseless things like leading him on purposely. But all you’re trying to do at this very moment is make sure he doesn’t slip his dick inside you at this pool party in front of everyone. Because Steve could really be a menace when he wanted to, and his libido knew no bounds. He would definitely fuck you in front of an audience, no questions asked. In fact, he’d happily do it.

“Who’s that?” You blurt out in a desperate bid to distract him. You look toward the gates where Ransom is greeting a pretty brunette girl who you’ve never seen before. Steve follows your gaze and snorts.

“That’s Marta, Ransom’s new girlfriend.”

“Oh. She’s very pretty.” You comment, taking note of how Ransom looks genuinely happy to see her. He picks her up and swings her around, and she laughs and bats him with her purse before they kiss.

“She’s a gold-digging slut.” Steve says darkly.

“What?”

“You heard me. She has a reputation for being the biggest gold-digger in New York and everyone knows it.” Steve holds you close, as if physically shielding you from getting influenced by Marta, who isn’t even looking at either of you. “Instead of getting a degree like the rest of us, she’s been steadily seducing half the male population in the city, and getting them to buy her whatever she wants.”

“But I thought you preferred it when omegas didn’t get degrees?”

You don’t know where the quip comes from, but you regret it as soon as the words leave your mouth. Steve shoots you a warning look and you quickly bow your head submissively, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be. One more slip-up like that and I’ll spank you in front of everyone,” Steve threatens before continuing, “Omegas have no business getting degrees, but they also have no business acting like gold-digging sluts. Anyways, all of us tried to warn Ransom but he’s a fucking idiot, clearly.”

You look towards the couple once again; Ransom is making Marta a personalised snow-cone, drawing a sloppily-drawn heart out of strawberry syrup on top of the shaved ice. Marta claps excitedly, giving Ransom a kiss on the cheek. They look pretty happy and genuine to you, but Steve probably knows better?

You mull over all this new information, “B-But Steve, you buy me tons of expensive stuff all the time. Do people think I’m a gold-digger?”

Steve presses a bunch of kisses on your neck, holding you tightly against him as if he’s afraid you’ll float away. “No, baby. No one would dare make that assumption about you, because I would kill them. And anyways, you’re too cute and innocent and humble to be a gold-digger. Not like Marta, who is a whore.”

You wrinkle your nose, “Steve, please don’t say that…”

“She is, though. She made Ransom buy her a Birkin bag when he’d only known her two weeks.”

You’re wondering why Steve seems so incensed over a simple bag when suddenly–

“You sure do love to gossip, don’t you, Steve?”

Natasha walks over to the corner of the swimming pool where you and Steve are. She’s wrapped a silky black sarong around her hips, and it looks good with her deep red bikini.

“And you sure do love to eavesdrop, don’t you?” Steve fires back, his grip on you tightening possessively.

Natasha rolls her eyes and looks from Steve to you, “Don’t listen to Steve. Marta’s a great girl, we used to go to the same yoga class a few years ago.”

“Of course, you think she’s great.” Steve remarks, sneering at Nat as if she’s a disease, but the redhead remains unperturbed, shooting him a sweet smile before looking back to you.

“Let’s hang out soon. I can fill you in on all the real gossip, and –”

“She doesn’t want to hang out with you.” Steve answers on your behalf. You wince, because it’s not true at all! You’d love to hang out with Natasha, and she’s always inviting you out, either to shop or grab brunch. But Steve never gives you permission to go, because he claims Natasha is a bad influence. You wish you were brave enough to stand up to Steve but you’re not, so instead you just shoot Natasha an apologetic look, and the redhead smiles understandingly back at you.

“Steve! Come on, we’re playing volleyball and you’re on my team!” Sam calls out from the other side of the pool.  

Steve makes a face before shouting back, “I’m busy with my girlfriend!”

“She can play too.” Bucky walks up with the volleyball under his arm, “She can be on my team, we could use an extra player since we got stuck with Jensen.” He gives you a meaningful stare, his cold blue eyes raking you up and down, making you shrink back into Steve. But the brunette alpha smoothly looks away as soon as Steve glances at him.

“Haha, very funny. Omegas don’t play sports.” Steve gives you a kiss on the cheek and a condescending pat on your bum which you’re happy is underwater so no one sees. His lips brush against your ear, “I’m gonna go play for a while, okay, baby?”

You nod, “That’s alright, Steve. I’ll just stay here.”

Steve looks at you, then at Natasha, then back at you before narrowing his eyes, “Don’t talk to her. Just watch me play, okay?”

“Okay.” You cross your fingers behind your back, hoping he won’t see.

He kisses you some more, claiming it’s a good luck kiss but it quickly turns into a good luck make-out before Bucky drags him away.

You climb out of the pool, regretting it instantly because you feel all wet and exposed. But Natasha hands you a big, fluffy towel, and you gratefully wrap it around yourself before she tugs you over to a couple of deck chairs.

“Steve is so bossy,” Natasha giggles, and you follow her gaze to the other side of the pool. There’s a net set up and Steve is already busy explaining strategies to his team members, before telling them exactly where to stand and what to do.

“Yeah.” You agree softly.

“I bet the only one he really listens to is you, am I right?”

Your eyes widen, “Oh no, Steve doesn’t really… I, uh, I could never tell him what to do.”

Natasha stretches and lays down on her deck chair, “I mean, I tell Thor to load the dishwasher or empty the drier, that kind of stuff.”

You look down to your lap, “Oh, well, Steve says that household chores are an omega’s job.” You pause, your eyes focused on Steve as he slams the volleyball straight at Jensen’s face. Jensen yelps, his glasses flying into the water as Steve laughs and high-fives Sam. You suddenly grow paranoid, wondering if your words will somehow get back to him. “I don’t mind doing the household chores at all, though! Actually, I find it very relaxing.” (This isn’t even a lie).

Natasha nods thoughtfully, “Yeah, I don’t mind it either. But you could definitely get Steve to help you out.”

You smile, not saying anything. You certainly doubted you could make Steve do anything.

The redhead sits up straight, “I’m serious, though! Next time you’re unloading the dishwasher, just be like ‘Oh no, these dishes…they’re so heavy!’ Trust me, watch how he’ll make you sit down and do it all himself. Alphas eat the whole ‘damsel in distress’ thing right up.”

You mull over it; maybe that would work… Steve never ever let you do any heavy-lifting around the house. You weren’t even allowed to take the trash out, and sometimes he’d even take the laundry basket out of your hands if it looked too heavy. “Baby omegas like you shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,” he’d always say.

Relaxing and sitting back, all warm in your fluffy towel, you listen as Natasha gives you more relationship advice. She tells you all the “little things” you can do to control your alpha, like dress up in sexy lingerie and withhold sex until he agrees to your demands. Or keep him on his toes by not answering his texts immediately, and ignoring him so that it drove him crazy. You knew most of these ideas would never work with Steve, but it was nice to listen to her speak anyways, plus it also gave you an interesting insight on her relationship with Thor.

Steve’s team wins the volleyball match, and he comes back to you with a smug smile on his face. Swooping you up in his arms and giving you the biggest kiss ever, till your cheeks are hot and your heart is racing.

“Did you see me?” He asks, kissing you all over your face as if Natasha isn’t a foot away from you two, “Did you see how I scored that last point?”

“Yes,” you lie, because you had dozed off for the past few minutes under the deliciously warm sun and the fluffiness of your towel, “You were really good!”

“Damn right. And did you see how bad Jensen was?”

Steve gives you a detailed play-by-play of the whole game, whilst also simultaneously carrying you off to the hot-tub in the corner of the yard. Natasha waves you goodbye before skipping over to Thor, and you watch her bat him on the shoulder before he throws her into the pool, jumping in after her.

“…and then Bucky rage quit because his team was so shit, and I think he actually left and drove home.” Steve shakes his head, “Classic Bucky. He can’t ever take a loss.”

He gently places you into the hot tub, and you sigh as you sink into the hot, steamy, bubbling water. It’s deep, almost up to your neck when you sit down. But Steve has other plans, hastily pulling you into his lap once he’s settled down as well. In fact, he places you right on top of his hard bulge, which is definitely noticeable underneath his trunks.

“So, is my baby omega gonna give me a reward for winning?” He pinches your ass, a mischievous glint in his eye. His hands settle on your hips, grinding you down against his bulge and smirking when you yelp and grab onto his chest and shoulders.

“Not here!” You gasp, earning another pinch to your ass.

“Really? Is that why you keep grinding your cute little butt on my dick?”

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie to me, omega.” Steve draws you closer with his big hand on the back of your neck, kissing you roughly, his hands fondling every part of your body. He keeps one hand squarely on your ass, his fingers digging between your ass cheeks and prodding at your puckered hole through the thin material of your bikini. You gasp straight into his mouth, and he just smirks against your lips, not allowing you to break the kiss as his other hand slips up to squeeze your breast. His thumb brushes against your hard nipple, and he tries to pull your bikini top off before you manage to fend him away.

“Not here, Steve, please!” You beg, not knowing how far he’d go. His eyes are almost black with lust, as if he’s horny off of winning the volleyball game and impressing you. And a part of you knew this would happen, that this was inevitable the moment he made you put on this extra revealing bikini in the first place. But you’d hoped he’d have at least dragged you off somewhere private, instead of the hot-tub which was out in the open with everyone still milling around.

“Address me properly, baby omega.” Steve whispers in your ear, his tone dripping with lust. “And you shouldn’t have put on this slutty bikini if you didn’t want me to fuck you in front of everyone. All these guys have been staring at you all day. Now I have to show them all how I own you.”

His fingers play with the string that’s holding your bikini top together, his other hand now tracing shapes on the exposed skin of your butt cheek. He gives it a jiggle, smirking when you clutch him harder, your hands wrapping around his neck in an effort to calm yourself down.

“I think you should take your bikini off. Daddy wants to see your tits.”

You shake your head pleadingly, “No, Steve – I mean daddy – please, I can’t do that!”

He doesn’t even blink, his eyes focused on your cleavage which is practically spilling out of the bikini. He licks his lips, a carnality suddenly taking over his being and he grabs the flimsy cups of your bikini and pulls them downwards, exposing your breasts. You don’t even have time to react before his mouth latches on to one of your nipples, his other hand covering your other breast by squeezing it.

You bite your lip to contain your moan, but Steve moans freely around your nipple as he suckles it. His tongue licks sensually around your hardened peak, making you jolt in his lap. He holds you down firmly, digging his boner up between your ass. He sucks your nipple as if he’s starving, biting at it as if he wants to make you scream, but you stop yourself just in time.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” Steve tells you, “I almost lost concentration a few times during that volleyball game. All I could think about was you looking all cute and sexy, wearing this slutty bikini as if you were begging me to fuck you.”

“Daddy – ah! – can we do this at home please?” You ask, because now you can feel yourself getting turned on. Despite your embarrassment and discomfort, you can feel your pussy clench at his degrading dirty talk.

“No. And stop telling me to stop or else I’ll fuck you on that deck chair, right in the middle of everyone.” He stops suckling on your nipple for a second, pinching it instead as he looks at you thoughtfully, “Actually, no. Keep telling me to stop because I like it when you do that. Reminds me how weak and babyish you are.” He licks a stripe up the side of your face before kissing your cheek sloppily, “Beg me again, say: ‘daddy, please stop.’”

“Daddy, please stop!” You moan pitifully, your brain wanting him to stop but your body not quite agreeing as you feel your hips involuntarily jut against him. And you’re just about to lose control, just about to give in to him because he feels so good and he smells so enticing and he’s your daddy so he’s in charge and the omega inside you is purring and wanting to do exactly what he orders you to, and then–

“Mind if we join you guys?”

Ransom plops into the hot tub, with Marta hot on his heels. Your eyes widen, and Steve huffs in annoyance before pushing your bikini back up to cover your breasts. The tub is bigger than most, and big enough that Ransom and Marta are able to sit a few feet away from you and Steve. They’re too busy talking to notice anything, but Steve double-knots your bikini strings just in case, glaring daggers at the couple sitting across from you.

You try to slip off Steve’s lap after that, but he holds you in place and shoots you a warning look. So you sit there, your back against Steve’s chest and his hard dick poking angrily against your butt.

“I was just telling Marta how similar you and I are, Steve.” Ransom pipes up.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Steve asks sardonically. You can tell he’s pissed off at being interrupted, which is never a good sign. You remember once he was about to fuck you in the locker room before the coach had called him. Steve had been seething, and with all that pent-up sexual frustration, you knew you were in for it once he was done. Right now was no different.

Ransom sits back, his arm around Marta who sips coolly on a frozen strawberry daquiri. You hadn’t really paid attention to it, but there was also an open bar in the corner of the backyard, with the alphas taking turns making drinks. Thankfully, Steve hadn’t drank tonight – otherwise he’d have been ten times hornier than he was now.

“We’re both wifed up and in serious relationships.” Ransom draws Marta close, and she nuzzles her nose against his neck. “And you know what? Now I get what all the hype is about. Marta and I have been talking about marking each other up too, and –”

Ransom drones on and on, and you nod politely. Steve, on the other hand, stiffens underneath you. You can tell he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. What you didn’t count on is his dick driving up into you at that exact moment. You almost gasp out loud before covering it up by pretending to clear your throat. His hands rub up and down your thighs, and you’re so happy this is all happening under the water otherwise you’d never be able to live it down.

Marta excuses herself to get another drink, Ransom’s eyes following her as she leaves, a lovesick look on his face.

“Bro, you’re pathetic.” Steve sneers, and all the while his hands are slipping up till he cups your core through your bikini bottoms, making your breath hitch. “You’ve only been seeing her for two weeks.”

“So?”

“So, you need to chill the fuck out.”

Steve pushes your bikini bottoms to the side, exposing your bare core to the hot water. Fuck. His thick fingers probe and explore your slick folds, and you cannot believe what he’s doing because Ransom is only a few feet away from you guys. And Steve’s casually giving out advice as if he isn’t about to finger you under the water this very second!

Ransom sighs, “I know, but she isn’t just some random hookup, okay? I actually have feelings for her.”

You’re barely able to focus on the two alphas’ conversation, your face and neck heating up as you squirm on Steve’s lap. A part of you feels so degraded, sitting on your alpha’s lap as if you’re nothing more than a decorative toy for him to play with while he talks to his friend. It’s what he’s doing right now, his pointer finger circling your clit casually while he holds you close in his lap.

“If you want to be the dumbass who gets played by an omega, then suit yourself, bro.” Steve shrugs, focusing his attention back on you. Ransom looks torn, and you secretly hope he doesn’t take Steve’s advice too seriously. You don’t know much about gold-diggers or relationships in general, but Ransom and Marta look genuine from what you’ve seen. Not that you have time to dwell over their situation, because Steve chooses that exact moment to slip two fingers inside you.

“Oh, oh fu-” You cry out.

Ransom frowns, “You okay?”

“Don’t talk to my girl!” Steve warns.

“Ex-Excuse me.” You squeak, managing to get up off of Steve’s lap while he’s momentarily distracted. You step out of the hot tub before he can stop you, quickly wrapping yourself in your fluffy towel. “Bathroom.” You explain, before speed-walking over to the pool-house, inwardly praying you don’t slip and embarrass yourself in your hasty exit.

Heart drumming, you safely make it to the pool house and make a beeline for the bathroom. You’ve only just managed to catch your breath when the door opens and closes behind you. You barely have time to register what’s happening before Steve pushes you forward, bending you over the marble sink and giving you four hard slaps to the ass in quick succession.

“Bad girl.” Steve tuts, “What got into you, huh? Running away from daddy like that?”

“I’m sorry, I just… Steve it would’ve been so inappropriate to do that in front of everyone!”

“What’s inappropriate is slutty baby omegas like you wearing sexy bikinis to distract me. You forced my hand, baby.” He swiftly rips your bikini bottoms apart, squeezing your ass cheeks with both his hands, till you know his handprints will be imprinted on your skin. “Well, we’re all alone now, omega. There’s nowhere for you to run.”

He presses his hard dick against your wet folds, and you sigh involuntarily, rutting back against him. In the privacy of this bathroom, you can finally relax.

“I’m gonna fuck you on every inch of every surface inside this bathroom,” Steve promises darkly in your ear, sucking and biting at your earlobe before pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, “and then I’m gonna drag you outside and fuck you against the glass doors of this pool house. You got that, omega?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

THE END. I know i know i know that ended super abruptly, but trust me when i tell you i could’ve gone on and on and ON and this was just meant to be a small drabble!!! PLEASE tell me what you think and reblog pls!!! ily ily ily and this was really random and idek if it’s any good but please just let me know what you think! ALSO YES, steve is such a menace in this and idk if this is canon compliant but it’s a poyt drabble so here we goooo!!! LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OK BYE

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we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy)

(steddie | explicit | wc: 5672 | written for @steddiemas Smutty Sunday prompt needing to be quiet | tags/cw: public sex in a bathroom, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Escort Steve Harrington, Modern Setting, Multiple Orgasms, Happy Ending

Eddie Munson has it all.

The big mansion with more bathrooms than anyone could ever need, five platinum albums in as many years, countless awards to show the world that the trailer trash from a shithole town in Indiana had made it, and enough money to buy said shithole town if he ever wanted to. Which he certainly didn't, thank you very much. The only good thing about this hellhole is his uncle, who still refuses to live anywhere else.

Eddie Munson also has the most gorgeous date of all the Grammy attendees on his arm, smiling charmingly at the flashing cameras and winning the hearts of everyone he so much as looks at.

God, Eddie wishes Steve Harrington was his, too, in all the ways that really matter. But just like his house and his cars and his wardrobe, which is worth more than his uncle made in a year at the plant, Steve is only as much his as money can make you. Sure, he owns his time and his attention and his devastatingly handsome smile for the agreed upon amount of time, but not his heart. Never his heart.

Eddie Munson has it all, except the love he so desperately wants. That's what you get, he guesses, when you fall in love with your escort.

When Chrissy first suggested it, hiring an escort seemed like a great idea. It would solve most of his problems, especially because it would keep people off his back by making them think Eddie was seeing someone. It stopped most of the stupid questions about his love life in interviews that were supposed to be about his and his band's music. It stopped all the rumors about him dating some random celebrity or one of his friends. It gave him someone to take to all the boring as fuck events he had to attend without getting anyone's hopes up only to have Eddie walk away from them the next day, already bored.

When he opened the door to his hotel room almost a year ago to find the most beautiful man he'd ever seen standing in front of him, he already had a feeling that he might regret ever saying yes to Chrissy's idea. That feeling only got worse when Steve, the name of the apparition in front of him, turned out to not only be kind and caring, but also funny as hell. The more comfortable he got around Eddie, the more Eddie got to know his bitchy side, and it had Eddie in stitches every time Steve unleashed it on some annoying redneck or corporate suit they encountered.

Spending time with Steve soon became something Eddie looked forward to weeks in advance. Because it meant he had a reason to tell Chrissy to book Steve for a few precious hours, he found himself saying yes to more requests than ever before. At first, Eddie told himself it was because it was so rare for him to meet new people he enjoyed being around. All of his friends he's known since high school and the people he hooks up with usually don't stay long enough to have a real conversation. So, Eddie tells himself, it's just the novelty of having someone who hasn't heard (or lived through) all of his stories, and who, in turn, broadens Eddie's horizons with funny anecdotes and surprisingly clever analyses of movies and shows they've both seen.

Eddie knows he's been fooling himself since the first time their lips touched and a kaleidoscope of butterflies took flight in his stomach.

Steve had kissed him for the first time about three months after Eddie had hired him. They had been at a party in the Hollywood Hills after another award show. Eddie's band had won six awards and he wanted to go out and celebrate. Returning from the restroom, he had found someone talking to Steve, hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them down to his waist and crowding closer to him. The sight had hurt more than Eddie had expected, especially when the guy leaned in to put his mouth on Steve. But the kiss never happened because Steve had pushed him away forcefully.

Eddie didn't even realize he'd gotten close enough to the couple to hear the man's next words.

"Come on, you fucking slut. You spread them for Munson but not for me? Afraid of a real man giving it to you, is that it?" Hargrove spat, and Eddie finally recognized the backup singer from some wanna be rock band that always talked shit about Corroded Coffin, obviously jealous of their success.

"You disgusting pig," Eddie heard himself say from afar, and before either man could say anything, Eddie drew back his fist and connected with Hargrove's sneering face. The sound of it hitting his jaw was extremely satisfying, but Eddie had never hit anyone before and the pain in his hand came as a surprise.

Worst of all, Hargrove didn't go down like Eddie had hoped. Instead, he looked at Eddie with murder in his eyes, the muscles in his body tense, and Eddie knew what was coming next, so he closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come.

Only it never came.

He peeked one eye open to find Steve with his hand fisted in Hargrove's shirt, their faces inches apart as Steve hissed at him. "If you so much as look at him the wrong way, I'll go to the press and tell them all about your charming words to me for not giving you the time of day. Maybe talk a little bit about what a sad and pathetic loser you are, clamoring for my attention because you wish you could be half the man Eddie is."

Eddie has never seen anything hotter than Steve Harrington threatening someone and he doesn't care how wrong that sounds. He dares anyone to look at his blazing eyes and the flexing muscles in his toned forearms and tell him it's not the hottest thing they've ever seen.

"Are we clear?" Steve growled, waiting for Hargrove's answer. For a moment it looked like fists were going to fly anyway, but then Eddie saw Hargrove nod almost imperceptibly and he let out the breath he'd been holding.

They left soon after and Steve insisted on going home with Eddie to look at his hand, which was starting to swell. "I've been there a few times, this is going to hurt like a bitch if you don't treat it right," he told Eddie and that was that. He took Steve home.

As he opened the front door of his house he expected some sort of reaction from Steve but none came. No looking around, no whistling, no remarks about his wealth or choice of decor. Just a warm hand on his shoulder and Steve asking where he keeps his first aid kit. Eddie wished he'd asked Steve over sooner, even though there was never a good reason.

In the master bathroom, Steve sat him down on the closed toilet seat before gracefully sinking to his knees in front of Eddie. Heat rushed to his cheeks at the sight, the movement conjuring up images he usually only indulged in the safety of his bedroom.

There was a thick tension between them as Steve tenderly reached for his swollen hand and began to put ointment on it. Eyes fixed on what he needed to do, Steve broke the silence that had fallen over them and began to speak in a low voice. "I'm not your damsel in distress, Eddie. I can take care of myself and I don't need anybody to save me, okay? This is not Pretty Woman, and if you want to keep asking for my services, you have to accept that."

Despite the calm in his voice, Eddie could tell that Steve was worked up, probably nervous about how Eddie would react to this. He had no idea where this speech was coming from, but the thought of Steve needing Eddie to save him sounded utterly ridiculous. He had only known Steve for a few months, but he was already well aware that Steve Harrington was a certified badass.

When he told Steve this, he was met with hazel eyes looking at him questioningly. "But why did you hit that guy if not because you thought I needed saving?"

Something in Steve's voice tugged at his heart, a vulnerability shining through the confident way he usually held himself, and Eddie responded instinctively, cupping Steve's neck with the hand not currently wrapped in Steve's.

"Because he deserved it? Steve, I know you could kick anyone's ass and probably look hot as hell doing it. Hearing that asshole talk like that about someone who is... I dunno, like you, I just couldn't help myself."

"Like me?"

With anyone else, Eddie would think they were fishing for compliments, but he knows Steve isn't. He really has no idea how maddeningly exceptional he is.

"Yeah, like you. Someone who talks all the time about a bunch of kids that he used to babysit because he's obviously so proud of them and he cares about them so much. Someone who makes our limo stop so he can give a homeless family the contents of our mini-fridge, who always makes himself seem a little smaller than he is around people who are shy and easily intimidated. Someone who gives the best verbal dressing-down I've ever heard, but also makes me feel like I'm funny and interesting every time I spend time with him. Someone who sees the world differently and isn't afraid to ask questions and speak his mind, even if people think they're stupid for it. Because they're not, they just don't fit into their dumb little boxes. You don't fit in those stupid boxes and a disgusting pig like Hargrove doesn't get to talk to you like that."

Eddie has no idea what came over him at that moment, the words pouring out of his mouth like water from a burst pipe, but they seemed to be the right ones. At least judging by the way Steve lunged forward to capture his lips in a surprisingly sweet kiss.

It was then that Eddie realized his grave mistake. He never expected it to happen, so he had left his heart unguarded around Steve, not realizing it had been stolen until it was too late. Running away was no longer an option, so instead he surrendered to the intoxicating feeling of Steve's plush lips against his, giving his body to the man who already owned his heart.

Not surprisingly, they ended the night with Steve buried deep inside of him, his hand still wrapped around Eddie's bandaged one.

Eddie doesn't know how much more sleeping with him would add to Steve's rate, but he doesn't care. He felt a little sleazy at first, paying for sex, but every time he looks at Steve he knows it's worth every penny in his bank account, along with his dignity.

Knowing he was royally screwed the second Steve's lips touched his, Eddie shoveled his grave deeper and deeper, finding more and more reasons to go out with Steve on his arm, only to bring him home and get lost in his body.

Eddie always wakes up alone, though, and it starts to eat away at him, this longing for more. He wants to wake up with Steve's bed hair tickling his nose where it is tucked against Steve's neck, to feel his sleep-warm skin against his own, to hear Steve grumble as he inevitably begins to explore the tantalizing body in his arms, only to have the sound turn into a wanton moan. He wants breakfast in bed and morning showers together, fighting over who gets to read the editorial cartoons first.

When he accepts his first Grammy, he wants to tell the world that as incredible as it is to stand here and see a lifelong dream come true, it's not the most important thing in his life anymore. It's not the award in his hands, but the man sitting in the third row, next to his manager and best friend Chrissy, beaming at him with pride.

But he doesn't, he just thanks their crew, their fans and of course his friends and his uncle before he hands the microphone to Jeff to do the same.

Later, at the reception, he drowns his heartache in the expensive champagne being handed to him left and right. Steve is plastered to his side and when Eddie reaches for the fourth glass, he stops him with his lips against his ear. "I have plans for you and they don't involve you passing out drunk." His deep voice whispers and Eddie feels goosebumps rise all over his body.

He lets the waiter pass and eyes Steve hungrily. "Stevie, you naughty boy. Not in front of the kids," Eddie giggles, waving to his bandmates and Chrissy, who all roll their eyes indulgently. They know he pays Steve, but they never act like it, and Eddie is grateful for that. They're probably aware of his feelings because Eddie has never been subtle and they've known him most of his life. If they feel sorry for him, they don't show it, but Eddie sees their worried looks sometimes.

Steve snorts inelegantly and Eddie thinks they're both a little high on champagne and endorphins.

When he leans in close again and Eddie wraps a possessive arm around his waist, Steve purrs in his ear, low enough that only Eddie can hear him. "Meet me in the restroom in the back. I have a surprise for you, Mr. Big-Shot-Rockstar." With that, Steve plants a wet kiss on his cheek and tells the group he'll be right back.

Eddie counts to 83 before he can't wait any longer and follows Steve, not even bothering with an excuse. They all know what they are up to anyway. He thinks he hears Gareth muttering "Unbelievable" and Chrissy whistling behind him, but he's already on his way to the restroom Steve mentioned at the back of the venue.

When he gets there, however, he can't find any trace of Steve.

"Steve?" he calls, his voice echoing off the tiles. Even his breathing sounds loud, so he holds his breath, listening for any sign of life. Then he hears it, the slick sound of slippery skin sliding against skin and ragged breathing. It comes from somewhere around the corner and Eddie follows it slowly. When he turns the corner he sees another row of stalls and feet peeking out of the last one. The door is open.

The closer he gets, the louder the sounds coming from the stall, and his cock stiffens in his pants at the thought of what he'll find.

He's still not prepared for the sight of Steve standing inside, naked as the day he was born, his clothes neatly folded on the closed toilet lid. His big, veiny hand is wrapped around his hard cock, already gleaming from the pre-cum smeared along its length. He's pumping it almost lazily, his eyes lustful and bright as they blink back at Eddie. His other hand plays with his stiff nipple and Eddie can feel his own cock leaking at the sight.

"Steve," he breathes out in wonder, "fuck, look at you. What are you doing to me?"

"Not enough, so you have to come here and let me get my hands on you." Steve's voice sounds strained, like he's already keyed up from the way he's touching himself, and Eddie has half a mind to just keep watching Steve getting himself off. But then he moans Eddie's name, and it's high and needy, luring Eddie over with its siren call.

Following it, Eddie squeezes into the narrow stall and wraps his own hand around the hard length of Steve's cock. The flesh is hot in his palm, its girth already familiar, and Eddie thinks he'll never touch another dick, not even his own, as long as he can have this. Steve has ruined him, completely and utterly, and it's that thought that finally breaks the tenacious control he's had over his emotions all these months.

His lips crash against Steve's without any finesse, there's just hunger and love and an urgency he can't explain as his arm wraps around Steve's waist while his other hand remains wrapped around his cock. They're pressed together from head to toe, Eddie still fully dressed in his expensive designer pants and burgundy shirt and Steve gloriously naked. He's probably smearing Pre all over his pants, which are rented and which he probably has to pay for now. But what are a few thousand dollars more when he can have Steve moaning brokenly against his already swollen lips at the feel of the smooth material rubbing against the sensitive head of his cock.

"You're killing me, baby. So sexy, knowing exactly what you're doing to me," Eddie pants as he pulls his hungry mouth away from Steve's, kissing along his blushing cheeks and down the sharp line of his jaw to take it between his teeth. Steve's hips keep twitching, desperate to rub against Eddie's hand, Eddie's pants, anything that will give him some friction, shameless and so fucking hot that Eddie can barely think.

He soothes his bite marks with his tongue and picks up the pace of his hand on Steve, reveling in the slick sounds that fill the empty restroom. "This is what you want, huh? For me to get you off in a public restroom, for you to come all over me, for you to mark me with your cum so that everyone can see how gone I am for you?"

Steve moans brokenly at his words, his hips stuttering and Eddie can feel the telltale twitch of his cock so he quickly sinks to his knees, the movement eerily similar to the night of their first kiss all those months ago when their roles had been reversed.

Twisting his fingers in Eddie's hair, their grip painfully tight and arousing at the same time, Steve comes in Eddie's mouth, his hot cum shooting down his throat, making him cough and splutter, but still eagerly drinking down every drop. He keeps milking Steve's cock until the overstimulation becomes painful and only then does he pull off of Steve to look up at him.

What he sees takes his breath away.

The hands in his hair have loosened their death grip and are instead tenderly combing through his messy locks. Steve's eyes are liquid amber, the color high in his cheeks as dark as the red of his lips, and the expression on his face is unbearably soft. One of his hands slides from Eddie's hair to his face, gently cupping his cheek and wiping away a few stray drops from the corner of his mouth. Their eyes lock and Eddie couldn't look away even if he wanted to, lost in Steve, in his smell, the feel of his hairy thighs under his palms, his taste on his tongue and the sight of his beloved face filled with warmth and affection.

He's not sure he'll be able to come back from this.

"Eddie," Steve begins in a soft voice and he knows what Steve is going to say and he just can't bear to hear it right now. Steve will tell him that they need to get dressed, to go back, to continue their charade until Eddie has to go home to his empty house and his empty bed and his empty life.

"Quite a surprise you had there, Stevie. Totally worth paying for those pants," he jokes, trying for some levity.

Steve gives him a crooked smile and says, "That wasn't my surprise, actually. Well, not all of it. But you... I wasn't expecting... um, this," he finishes lamely, shrugging, and Eddie feels his face heat up. Steve did not expect Eddie to lose it so much at the sight of him.

"Oops," Eddie jokes, obviously embarrassed but trying not to show it. "What surprise have I ruined?"

The hand still cupping his cheek pulls Eddie back to his feet and he winces a little as his knees crack. Smiling at him, Steve uses his hand on Eddie to draw him in for a sweet, almost chaste kiss, were it not for the fact that Steve is still naked and can probably taste himself on Eddie's lips and tongue, which he playfully teases with his own.

As they kiss, Steve blindly reaches for Eddie's hand and guides it to his ass and between his cheeks. Following Steve's lead, he teases his fingers along the crack down to his hole and gasps against Steve's mouth when he feels the hard stopper of a plug there. "Fuck," he hisses, "you are trying to kill me."

"I take it you like your surprise?" Steve sounds smug, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction at the wrecked look on Eddie's face.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea. No idea."

Palming Eddie's hard cock straining against the fly of his pants, Steve smirks. "I might have at least some idea. How about we do something about it, huh?" He adds, giving his cock a squeeze that causes his eyes to almost roll back in his head.

"Please," he practically begs, eagerly playing with the plug, pulling it out and pushing it back in before twisting it on the next pull.

Steve's arms wrap around him, pressing against Eddie and suddenly turning them both around so that Steve's back is to the open door. He pulls away from their embrace and Eddie whines at the loss of Steve in his arms. "One second, baby, just lemme close the door real quick," he coos.

Making good on his words, he grabs the door handle and pulls the door shut before locking it. Eddie reaches for him again as soon as it's done, but Steve seems to have a different idea. He turns and rests his forearms against the closed door, his forehead between them. Arching his broad back, covered with moles and beauty marks, he pushes his round ass out at Eddie and shakes it for good measure.

Looking over his shoulder and giving Eddie a cheeky grin, he asks, "What are you waiting for, lover boy? A written invitation?"

Smack.

The sound of Eddie's hand connecting with Steve's cheek is loud, echoing off the tiles and ringing through the empty restroom. A red handprint is already forming on the pale skin and the sight makes something primal inside him purr with satisfaction.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," Steve curses and for a moment Eddie is afraid he has really hurt him, but then he sees Steve's hips buck. He moves closer and drapes himself over Steve's back, reaching around to find his cock more than half hard again.

"Every time I think you can't get any hotter," Eddie mutters to himself and Steve chuckles.

"Yeah? Right back at you," he replies with a smile in his voice. Then, more quietly, he asks, "Do it again?"

There's nothing Eddie would like more, but first he wants to see how far this newfound dynamic will go. "Only if you ask real nice, baby. Only good boys get what they want."

The cock he's still holding fills out even more, growing fully hard in his hand, and Eddie has never been in love like this. It's a weird moment to realize, but they didn't call him a freak for nothing, he supposes.

"Fuck, okay, okay. Can you -" Steve begins, already breathing hard, almost panting. "Can you please spank me again?"

Smack.

Smack.

The moan that bursts from Steve's throat is loud and guttural, and the redness on his cheeks looks perfect. There's only one thing missing, his cum decorating it, the white a beautiful contrast to the angry red.

"Yes, please, Eddie, please, come on me, paint me with your cum, rub it into my skin, anything you want," Steve babbles, his cock as hard as it was just before he shot down Eddie's throat. Eddie must have said his thoughts out loud, too far gone to realize it, but he doesn't care. They clearly want the same thing and he suddenly can't wait any longer.

"Please baby, tell me you brought lube and a condom?"

"Jacket. Right pocket. Hurry, I need you, Eddie."

"You got me, baby," he whispers, taking the time to plant a soft kiss on the back of Steve's neck. Then he fishes what they need out of Steve's jacket and is back on him in seconds. He reaches for the plug that keeps Steve stretched and open and gently pulls it out, watching in rapture as Steve's rim stretches around it, trying to suck it back in, thinking of how it will feel around his cock in a minute.

When it pops free, he sets it on the floor and pushes Steve's legs further apart before coating two of his fingers with lube. "I'm just checking to see if you're ready for me, okay?" Eddie tells Steve as he pushes his fingers inside. They sink in easily, no resistance as Eddie smears the lube around the rim. He can feel Steve's heartbeat against his fingers and thinks he'll never get tired of this.

"I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, c'mon Eddie, please," Steve begs and Eddie doesn't even think about denying him. Instead, he shushes Steve with another kiss, this time between his shoulder blades, before resting his forehead against the skin there as he pulls down his fly, finally freeing his cock. It's an angry red, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, and Eddie knows he won't last long.

He rolls the condom down his length and coats it with more lube before guiding the head to Steve's waiting hole and slowly pushing in, wanting to give Steve time to adjust. Steve is having none of it though, just pushing back until Eddie sinks in all the way, making them both groan.

"The. Death. Of. Me," Eddie pants against Steve's back and Steve chuckles. Then, once again showing no mercy, he tightens around Eddie's cock before relaxing again, but before Eddie can catch his breath, Steve slides almost all the way off him before pushing back, effectively fucking himself on Eddie's length.

"Fuck, baby, I won't last long like this," he whimpers, already feeling himself getting closer, his orgasm pulled from him by the tight grip of Steve's ass around him.

"Good."

Steve breathes hard, moans and high-pitched whimpers falling from his lips as he manages to fuck Eddie's cock against his prostate, and Eddie holds on for dear life, his hands wrapping around Steve's and pulling them up to the top of the door, both of them clutching it just to hold on to something.

Just as Eddie feels his balls tighten against his body, he hears the door to the venue creak.

Acting on pure instinct, adrenaline flooding his system, he slaps a hand over Steve's mouth, his other hand grabbing his hip to halt his movements.

Someone enters the restroom, the man's footsteps clearly audible as he walks over to one of the stalls, and Eddie is shocked to find a giggle rising in his throat. Here he is, in a public restroom at the goddamn Grammy Awards, balls deep in the man he's paying to be with him and who he's in love with, while another man is probably about to take a dump. Everything about it is so fucking ridiculous that he has to fight the laughter that is about to burst out of his mouth.

Steve, on the other hand, doesn't seem to suffer from the same fate. Instead, he clamps down on Eddie's cock inside of him, silently urging him to get over himself and let Steve fuck himself on his cock again.

"Steve," Eddie warns in a low voice, nothing more than a breath against the shell of Steve's ear. They can hear the other man's zipper coming down and then the sound of a stream hitting the bowl. Eddie uses the sound to speak as quickly and quietly as he can. "We have to be quiet."

Steve nods against his hand, but doesn't stop clenching rhythmically around him, moving his hips as much as he can with Eddie's hand still wrapped around him.

The flush of the toilet startles them both but only seems to spur Steve on, his movements becoming faster, more erratic and Eddie surrenders to him, no longer trying to hold him still but reaching around him and grasping his hard cock in his hand, thumbing at the slit and smearing the pre-cum around the head. A whimper escapes against his palm and he hastily stuffs Steve's mouth with his fingers to starve out any more sounds. He's glad it happened while the man on the other side of their stall turns on the faucet to wash his hands.

Steve comes all over the door with the sound of the dry blower drowning out his stifled moans around Eddie's fingers, and Eddie has to bite down on Steve's shoulder to muffle his own scream as he follows him over the edge and fills the condom.

They both catch their breath as they hear the restroom door close again.

The giggles finally break free and this time Steve joins in. "Fuck my life, that was hands down one of the weirdest moments that has ever happened to me," he laughs as he pulls out and ties off the condom.

"But also kind of hot," Steve adds, and Eddie isn't sure he agrees. It had been hot to have Steve squirm on his cock, so drunk on pleasure that he didn't care if someone overheard them. The way he had somehow used Eddie for his own pleasure, that had been hot too. But someone taking a piss while he was fucking didn't really do much for him.

He kind of liked the pressure of having to keep quiet, though. Definitely something he'd like to explore.

" Sort of, yeah," he allows, turning Steve over to give him a deep kiss. When they part, he helps Steve get dressed again, aching all the while with how much he wants to take Steve home now, to curl up in bed together and fall asleep in each other's arms. He's suddenly tired, not just physically, but mentally. Emotionally.

He's not sure he can do this anymore.

As they leave the bathroom to find his bandmates and Chrissy, Eddie thinks maybe it's time to accept the facts and try to get over Steve. He can't keep chasing a dream that will never come true. Steve won't do this forever, and when he decides it's time to do something else with his life, Eddie will be left behind, on his own, to put the pieces of his heart back together again.

He'd rather start now, while he still has a chance to maybe find something real someday. Because one thing Steve has shown him is that he wants that. Something real. Someone to stay.

Eddie wants that someone to be Steve, but even if he has it all, he won't have that.

When they say their goodbyes, Steve asks if they're going to Eddie's, and it hurts to see his face fall when Eddie tells him no, but it's for the best. Steve will still get paid handsomely for tonight and Eddie has the memory of their little adventure today stored away for bad days.

The next morning, he calls Chrissy to tell her that they will no longer need Steve's services.

"But why?" Chrissy asks, clearly surprised after having to book Steve at least once a week for the past few months.

"Because I need to find someone who wants to be with me, Chris. Really wants to be with me. Steve's great, but I need to stop living a lie."

"So you're telling me you're not hopelessly in love with him, Munson?" That's his best friend, cutting to the chase and getting right to the point. He loves and hates that about her in equal measure.

"You know I do, or you wouldn't ask, but I don't see what that has to do with me needing to find someone to love me."

Chrissy sighs deeply. "Oh, Eddie." And that's her "You're an idiot, Eddie Munson" voice.

"I don't know why you're 'Oh Eddie'-ing me here, Chris. I'm trying to be -"

"He hasn't accepted payment in five months." Chrissy cuts him off.

What?

"What?"

"He hasn't taken payment for the last five months. He asked me not to tell you, and I figured he'd tell you eventually, but he never did. He always said he would soon, that he was waiting for the right moment, and I promised myself to wait until the new year, and if he didn't tell you by then, I'd tell you. Even someone without eyes could see how much you are gone for him."

"So the last five months, all those hours, all those events, all those nights we had sex, he never got paid for it?" Eddie couldn't believe what he was hearing. They spent so much time together, time he didn't pay for, time Steve could have spent with clients making money.

"Eddie, he never charged you for sleeping with you. That's not part of the services he offered, he told me that when I first hired him. He did it because he wanted to, he's been dating you for almost half a year. Which you'd know if you -"

"I gotta go, Chris."

"Tell Steve I said hi," he hears her say as he ends the call, already throwing on some random clothes before heading down to his car.

He has to talk to Steve, tell him what a fucking idiot he's been before asking him to move in with him, since they've apparently been dating for several months now and it's not too early to ask.

Eddie can't wait to really have it all.

#steddiemas #steddie smut #steddie #eddie x steve #steddie fanfic #nsft #my writing #rockstar eddie munson #modern au

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Chapter 2: Ouch, That Stings

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s first day on the farm is long. Very long.

Word Count: 3,680

Content/Warnings: light mob themes, alcohol consumption, mention of brass knuckles/ bruising, bee sting, Bucky being an absolute oaf, secondhand embarrassment, minor injuries, light mutual pining?, Y/N is used once, minimal afab reader descriptions

A/N: I just finished an exam, so obviously when I should’ve been studying, I had so much motivation that went straight into this chapter. Sorry if there’s minimal dialogue, I think the next will be mostly conversational interaction. And thank you guys so much for all the support already on ch. 1. You have no idea how much it means to me. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo appreciated. Literally, ask me anything. Even if it’s what I ate for dinner. Anyway, thank you for reading

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Bucky returned to the car with his head held high. If he had to agree to this term of yours, he was going to do it with as much defiance as he could. He opened the door to the car, just to be greeted by Steve and Sam’s knowing smiles.

“I take it that went well,” Sam said to Bucky through the rear view mirror as he put the car in drive.

“I don’t wanna talk about it” Bucky grumbled as he hit the button to raise the partition.

Steve quickly shifted upwards in his seat to give the last word before the screen closed “We knew it was gonna come to this, boss!”

Throughout the hours-long drive back to the city, Bucky got lost in his thoughts. How could he fold to you so quickly? If he had to personally work on this farm, he was going to do his worst. He wasn’t going to give into the pull he could already feel in his heart by just talking with you once. He’d keep his head down and do the work, he wouldn’t show his interest, if anything, he’d act distinterested, grasping for the ability to appear as though he had the power in this deal.

Sam pulled into the parking garage of Bucky’s penthouse apartment and the three of them took the elevator all the way up. When they arrived, Sam and Steve plopped themselves down on the couch while Bucky poured himself a tall glass of whiskey.

“So do we get some, or??” Sam asked as he leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees.

Bucky tossed him back a glare that most definitely said no while Steve laughed, putting his arms behind his head and kicking his feet up to rest on the ornate glass coffee table.

Bucky walked over to one of the luxury chairs that sat across from the pair and set his glass on a coaster on the table.

“Steven. Feet. Down.” If Bucky was still in this mood after having hours to calm down, no one was going to be having a good time.

“Sorry, Buck. You know you didn’t have to get this fancy furniture. You could’ve gotten a wooden table like mine, and a couch that’s actually comfortable.” Steve lowered his feet and got up to pour a small glass of whiskey for Sam and himself.

Bucky rolled his eyes “I like the finer things, and I think all of this works just fine. It’s not like we’re in here much anyway. We’re always in the office or the mansion for meetings. I just wanted to see this place one more time before I abandon it for a month. And if this is any indication on how you’re going to treat my things and my operation, I’m concerned”

“So does that mean we’re really in charge?” Sam nodded to Steve as he grabbed the glass out of his hands.

“Well, technically, Steve’s in charge. He’s the new me. And you’re the new Steve”

Steve chuckled at this and looked over at Sam. “Well, Stevie, we better help Y/N’s new errand boy get packed then.”

Bucky had wanted to make the drive back out to your farm on his own, but you had insisted you’d pick him up. It’s not like one of his luxury cars had a place on dirt roads. And where was he going to go, anyway? This had to be an uninterrupted month. So he conceded.

That’s how he found himself in this situation, looking out at the land as you grabbed one of his bags out of your truck bed and tossed it at him while you grabbed the other two.

The sun was setting over the rolling hills and his distracted glance caused him to stumble backwards as his duffel hit his arms. Man, you were strong. “Keep up, James, time for a house tour.”

Bucky scrambled to the steps and followed you inside. You went straight up the stairs with his bags and he followed as you turned at the top and went to the end of the hall.

“Here’s your room for the month, bathroom is just next door and I’m across the hall if you need anything. There’s plenty of dresser and closet space for your clothes. Let’s get you unpacked, I wanna see if you’ve got proper farm attire, otherwise you’re gonna have to borrow some.”

Bucky hadn’t even realized he hadn’t spoken since the small talk the two of you had made on the drive here. He just nodded and put his bags on the bed to open them up. Suddenly, he snapped out of his trance and threw them open, proudly showing clothes that were very much not for working. You walked towards the bed and looked through the pairs of dress pants and button-up shirts that filled two of the three bags, with only a couple Henleys and one pair of jeans in the duffel.

“Is this seriously what you brought? This is a farm, not a yacht club.”

Bucky let out a small chuckle at that one. She’s fiery and funny. “In my defense, these pieces of clothing are dressed down for me. I don’t really own anything not nice. Work attire for me is strictly suits. You’re lucky I own a pair of jeans.”

You had a playful smirk on your face. What did you really expect? You were prepared for this anyway, but it didn’t mean you’d let him off easily. “What, you saying my overalls aren’t nice? Wow James, that’s low. You just earned yourself dinner duty. I’ll grab you some actual work clothes while you familiarize yourself with the kitchen. Hope my apron down there is good enough to keep your designer clothes clean.”

Bucky smiled as you turned on your heel and left the room. An actual, genuine smile. You weren’t even being sweet to him, you were being challenging and strong-headed and he loved it. He reflected on the past few years of business. Everything had come more easily once he had built his reputation in the city. People feared the name Barnes, making business effortless. Bucky hadn’t been challenged like this in years. He missed it, which made him think he made the right decision, but thinking about being challenged and actually having to do the work were two very different things. The smile was just starting to naturally slide off Bucky’s face as you called from the hallway “You’ve already seen pretty much all there is to the first floor. Meet you down there” as you disappeared into the other guest bedroom.

Although Bucky had walked through the first story of your home, it had only been in passing before. Now that he got to look closer, he saw the way you decorated your house. Your couch and chairs in the living room were worn and showed some we, but they were definitely taken care of, just like the kitchen appliances. Photos of friends and family and souvenirs from travels that he couldn’t decipher were your own or not lined the walls and shelves next to a small book collection.

He made his was to the pantry on the edge of your kitchen and looked through the ingredients. He wanted to keep it simple, but impressive, but also, not something too close to his heart. He liked you as a person, but he didn’t know you like that. Whatever he made, you were going to ask questions. You were so perceptive, and he couldn’t let himself be that vulnerable. Not yet. After grabbing some pasta, he went and looked through the fridge and found the ingredients for chicken parm. Perfect, who doesn’t love that?

Once you made your way downstairs from putting the folded clothes on Bucky’s bed, you started to smell basil wafting through the house. You made your way down to see Bucky in your apron. “Wheres a scotch or a good wine to pair with this amazing meal I’m making for you. Man, this is shaping up to be real easy”

You laughed, a deep, shoulder bouncing laugh and Bucky looked at you with furrowed brown and confusion in his eyes. Oh, he has no idea what he’s in for. “Good one, Barnes. I forgot to tell you a few rules we’ve got around here. First off, no alcohol until the weekends. We’ve got some early mornings ahead, plus you gotta earn it. Second, when we do drink, it’s almost strictly bourbon and beer. Good luck finding your high-end liquor out here without getting funny looks.”

Bucky’s shoulders fell some, but you could tell he was trying not to show a reaction. His cocky smirk was fading slowly. You knew how different your lives were, but only time and work would tell how steep this learning curve would be for him. That’s why you wanted him out here in the first place, to see the vast differences between your worlds and the effects that would come from his attempt to shove his into your space. Or more realistically, for him to attempt to hijack your land and mine tunnels with his heavy operations.

He turned away from you to finish cooking while you set the table for him, putting out tall glasses of water. “Thank you for making this, James. It’ll be good to be hydrated and carb-loaded for tomorrow. I swear you’ve never seen work like this in your life.”

Bucky woke up with a jolt to screeching outside his window. What on Earth? The sound came again and he could tell it was a rooster crowing. He thought that sound was just a cliché, and even if it did happen, it would’ve been with the sunrise. But the rooster was up, and so were you, based on the smell of eggs cooking that wafted under Bucky’s door. And now, begrudgingly, Bucky was awake, too. He tried to pull the covers back over his head. Bucky was used to not getting much sleep, with the late nights and early mornings his job demanded, but for some reason the warm bed was sucking him back in, in juxtaposition to the cool early morning air. Just as he began to feel the pull of sleep again, that rooster cawed and he tossed the covers off in frustration, just as you knocked on his door.

“James? Time for breakfast. How do you want your eggs? You’ve got until I make them to be dressed and have your heinie downstairs.” You opened the door, letting in a stream of light that blinded Bucky, causing him to groan throw and arm over his eyes. How did he like his eggs? Served hours later to him in bed, where he wished he could stay right now.

“Over easy” he mumbled

“Oh good, you’re up.” You left the door open while you walked back downstairs. Of course you were already dressed. Bucky didn’t want to know what the implied ‘or else’ of your previous statement was. He hoped it didn’t have to do with scooping poop for your many animals, and he didn’t want to risk it, so he pulled on his clothes and made his way to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Little did he know, poop scooping was already in your plans for him, punishment or not.

During breakfast, you walked Bucky through the agenda for the day. He was only half-listening, still dazed by the way he was ripped out of his slumber by your darn rooster. He had picked up bits and pieces, though. Blah, blah, blah, ‘cows,’ blah, blah, blah ‘tractor,’ blah, blah, blah, ‘farmer’s market.’ It had to be easy enough, essentially he was following you all day.

By the time you two had finished breakfast and went outside, it was first light. Bucky checked the old, leather-banded watch you had given him on top of his pile last night to see the time. 5:14 am. Ugh, he’d been up for at least 20 minutes by now. How long had you been up?

“Ok, we’re already running a little bit behind schedule and that’s only gonna happen more since I’ve got to show you around and teach everything from the beginning. No worries, though. Today’s gonna be an easy day.”

A dozen heavy wheel barrow trips to feed the pigs, chickens, two kinds of cows, horses, goats, and sheep, four dozen dairy cow milkings, and three failed attempts at riding a horse later, Bucky looked up at you from his place sprawled on the ground. This was an easy day? Absolutely not. Despite the fact that he had to fall off the horse to end up in the middle of your field, laying like this was the best part of his day so far.

Who knew there were so many kinds of animal feed? Why were they all different? And why were they so heavy? Why did your one goat love head butting him so much? Bucky swore he was going to have permanent horn marks in his stomach, not unlike the ones left in his enemies from brass knuckles. And why were his clothes now covered in unpasteurized milk? Well, he knew why on that one, but it was still crusty. What had he signed up for? His body was so sore and he hadn’t sat down in six hours, so yeah, he was going to lay here on the ground. Maybe he could pretend to be dead. Maybe then this misery would end and you’d let him out of this deal. But that was wishful thinking as he cracked an eye open to see if he’d convinced you yet. Bad timing. Bucky was greeted with the sight of you leaning over him, hand reached out in an offer to get him up. Dang, every angle was your good angle.

“Alright, cowboy, one more thing, and then lunch.”

Bucky reached for your hand as you effortlessly lifted him up. You grabbed the reins of the horses, guiding them back to the barn. “I think that’s enough of that for you right now. I’ve honestly never seen anyone have that much trouble riding Ace before.”

At that, Bucky looked down, hiding his eyes from you and felt his face get hot as he rubbed his neck in embarrassment. Bucky hadn’t been embarrassed in years. He was good at his job, it came as second nature, so doing something new and failing at it was a foreign concept he didn’t love. You were being so kind with him learning, but he could tell you were just as exasperated as him. Although, you were hiding it better. If you had tried to make Bucky ride that horse one more time, he probably would’ve told you off and lost his precious deal. He couldn’t afford that.

You were trying so hard to be patient with Bucky, but was hard when you watched him do everything wrong. He very evidently had not listened to you at breakfast this morning. He had a long way to go, but luckily he had a month to figure it out. And you guys were heading to your favorite task, you couldn’t even call it a chore. Surely, this would be an easy one for Bucky.

After dropping off the horses, the two of you started walking through your native wildflower prairies towards the beehives. Every time you went through it, you were taken back by the beauty, and by the look on Bucky’s face, he was, too. Had you been looking at him this whole time? You had to admit he looked good in the old farm clothes you lent him, left behind by your old farmhand. It was all about half a size too small, though, but you’d never complain about seeing his bulging muscles stretch the fabric. Thank goodness for muscle memory as your legs carried you in the right direction, because you realized your mind had been solely occupied by Bucky as you made your way South within the property to reach the beehives.

You walked right up to the shed as you walked Bucky through all of the safety precautions of what you were doing and how exactly the honey was harvested. You explained the history of your family’s beekeeping and how the town went crazy for them at the farmer’s market you two were hosting at the end of the week. You went into the shed to get Bucky and yourself the proper protective gear.

“Now it may be a little difficult to see through the veil at first, but that’s ok. We’re not in a rush, so take your time. Plus, the bees will be calm as long as we keep pumping smoke into the hive.”

With this final warning, you and Bucky each started tending your own beehives, identifying which sections contained honey or not and setting them aside. This took a lot of multitasking and patience, which Bucky hadn’t seemed to have mastered yet, but you hoped he’d be ok. After all, this was something you’d done since you could drive a tractor, which was a young age around here. Rookie mistake on making that assumption.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a quick flash of movement. You turned your head to see Bucky swat the air. Followed by another one sooner, and then once again, until his arms were turning into a flailing mess. He’d forgotten to blow smoke and calm the bees down.

You were glad you’d sprung and made him put on the suit, despite his claims that ‘people on the internet do this without all this bulky equipment all the time. Bet it’s easy.’ Just as you thought back to that, though, in his frantic retreat from the hive, Bucky tripped over his own foot and fell flat on his face, veil flying forward off his head and several feet from the momentum he’d picked up. You both watched as a single bee fluttered down to his hairline.

“James, Bucky, I’m serious right now. Don’t move. You’re not allergic to bees, are you?”

This made Bucky stop and think for a little. Wait a minute, you didn’t know he wasn’t allergic to bees? And you let him do this task when it could’ve been fatal? He whipped his head around to tell you he wasn’t, completely forgetting that you’d told him not to move. The sudden jerk startled the bee, triggering it to sting Bucky in the temple.

“OW. Ouch, ouch, ouch, that stings!!”

You rushed over to Bucky and crouched beside him, putting the veil back on his head. You helped him up for what seemed like the thousandth time today and brushed off his shoulder.

“So you’re not allergic, right?” Your eyes were urgently looking him over for more stings and symptoms, as well as other injuries.

Bucky was fired up in his hangry and fed-up state, shooting back, “NO. But I can’t believe you let me do this without that knowledge.”

He stomped back to the shed while you cleaned up both of your stations. There wasn’t a response you could give him that would really make it better. You understood he was trying and this was all a lot. Your stomach grumbled, and rather than start a fight in your own hangry state, you decided to not respond. Plus, yeah, maybe you should’ve asked about allergies sooner. You made a mental note to do that tonight. You both just needed to eat. You could come back to this later, plus, you’d already grabbed most of the honey comb from yours. That should be enough for the market.

Just as you had prepared the honey comb to take back towards the house, you heard movement in the shed. It was the small thunks made by Bucky ripping off his gloves, veil, and the rest of the suit and throwing it back on the shelves. That was followed by a loud crash and metal clang. You could tell things had tumbled down off the wall. Bucky must’ve thrown one of the pieces a little too hard in a fit of rage.

You peeked through the door of the shed, not wanting to crowd Bucky too much, checking if he was okay. The doorway, though, was filled with a pair of old boots, attached to long legs, attached to a broad body propped up against a wall opposite the shelves. You began to snicker, unable to hold in your obvious amusement. Bucky moved his head a little to figure out where the sound was coming from, but you weren’t greeted by his eyes. No, a metal bucket had landed on Bucky’s head, entirely engulfing it. And in his fit of frustration and how done he was with the day, he just left it. Your snicker morphed into a giggle, then grew into full, guttural, hysterical laughter. You couldn’t stop. This was such a perfect moment that you had to capture it.

“Bucky Barnes? …. More like…. BUCKET BARNES!” you wheezed out in between gasps for air. Bucky sat there, bucket still on his head, but shoulders bouncing with his own laughter now. How could he not, yours was contagious, plus, that was a really clever one.

Once you caught your breath again. Bucky finally took the bucket off his head and looked up at you with a meek glance and red cheeks. “Ha ha ha, very funny. I think you’ve had your fill now in indulging in my bee-related misfortunes. But speaking about fill, is it time for lunch yet?”

The two of you headed back to the house and ate in a comfortable, exhausted silence, you writing out a simple to-do list that was more Bucky’s speed for after lunch, while he ate, using a fork in one hand, his other pressing an ice pack to his temple as his elbow rested on the table.

He sat there thinking about the fact that it hadn’t even been a day yet, let alone a month. Really, Buck, what have you gotten yourself into?

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Steve Harrington didn’t show it easily, but he was a pretty lonely guy.

Not that anybody would’ve ever expected as much. He was Steve Harrington, one of the most—if not the most—popular boy of Hawkins High. He had parties almost every weekend, had people always following him, had people fawning over him. 

There was no one in the world that seemed more admired than him. 

But the smiles and laughs and large crowd of admirers didn’t mean much when he returned home to a large, empty house. 

It felt quite stupid to complain about, and he was very aware of that. There were bigger problems in the world, in other people’s lives. It felt a bit privileged to whine about the fact his parents were never around and he grew up in a mansion that felt like a ghost town most of his life. It felt like such a miniscule objection in the grand scheme of things but it was so fucking lonely. 

Even the nannies he had growing up were detached, barely even acknowledging him as a child. He was just a paycheque in their eyes. And even they stopped after his parents thought he was old enough to keep himself alive at the big age of twelve years old. 

Steve couldn’t help it. He was a people’s person. He craved to have people around him. The loneliness was suffocating and he sometimes felt like he was scrambling to hold onto the people in his life—his friends, his girlfriends, his teammates. He felt like he was pushing and pushing and not really receiving much in return. 

A lot of people assumed that meant Steve came off quite clingy but, truthfully, you just found it endearing. 

“Back again, Harrington?” 

“Couldn’t leave my favourite girl to bore to death.”

You snorted, the sound only making Steve’s grin widen as he rounded the counter and jumped up on a spot right next to where you were situated. You glanced over his attire, taking in the bright blue shorts that stretched across his thighs before your eyes snapped back up to him. 

“Come to die with me then?” You questioned, eyeing the empty store (the one that had been empty since you started your shift) before looking back at the boy. 

“Oh yeah,” he nodded his head. “Like Romeo and Julia.” 

“Juliet,” you corrected. 

His grin widened. “Book nerd.” 

“Comes with the job,” you retorted as you halfheartedly waved at the store around you. 

It was funny, really. Never in a million years would you have ever considered yourself and Steve Harrington to be friends in school. And yet, all it took was a summer full of minimum wage jobs and and sympathy on neither of you having a fucking clue what to do with your lives after school.  

All it took was one broken car and an offer to carpool for the two weeks yours was in the garage for you and Steve to become friends. 

Him working in Scoops Ahoy and yourself working in Willy’s Bookstore—you were quite a pair. 

And without fail, whether he was working or not, Steve always showed up to entertain you at work. Whether it was during his own breaks or on his day off, you didn’t think a day had passed where you hadn’t seen the boy this summer. 

“You don’t have to come here,” you said eventually as Steve began to thumb through a random book beside him. “It’s boring but I’ll survive a shift.” 

“I know,” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders, his gaze focused on the words on the page. “But I like chilling here with you.” 

You tried to bite back your grin. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he lifted his head, a light tint to his cheeks. “Plus, I was thinking…” 

“Never a good sign,” you teased. 

He rolled his eyes, but the nerves were still there as he tapped them against his thigh. “I was thinking we could do something after your shift ends.” 

You raised your brows at the boy. It wasn’t unusual for you and Steve to do something after both your days were done. Though, more often that not, it resulted in the two of you grabbing something from the food court and eating it in his car, or him coming back to your apartment to crash on the couch. 

You never went to his place. You never really questioned it. You had asked once, casually one night when you were sitting on the couch watching some movie he had brought with him, and he had just said his place wasn’t as ‘homey’ as yours. You didn’t push the topic after that, you quite enjoyed having him in your space. 

“You got another movie for us?” You asked. 

“No, I mean—” He paused, letting out a long breath before continuing. “I thought we could do something different.” 

You raised your brows. “Like what?” 

“I—” He faltered for a second. “I didn’t think that far ahead.” 

You stared at him with an odd expression. 

“God, right, fuck. I didn’t do this right,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He cleared his throat as he slid off the counter, turning to look at you as he tried again. “I want to go on a date with you.�� 

You blinked in surprise. 

“That sounded demanding,” he winced a little. “I mean, will you go on a date with me?” 

You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. 

“We can do whatever you want!” Steve continued, seeming lost in his own rambles and slight fear that you’ll reject him. “I don’t mind, really! I just…I wanna hang out with you. I mean, I know we already hang out. But I wanna do more than hang out with you. I wanna be more than friends—if you want to. Shit, I didn’t even give you a chance to say—“

You didn’t give him a chance to continue before you grabbed his shirt, hands fisted in the material of the stupid sailor costume before you yanked him down to kiss him. 

Steve stood frozen for one, two, three seconds before he finally reacted. His hands dropped to your waist, pulling you closer and tilting his head to the side as he deepened the kiss. 

There was a voice in the back of your head reminding you that you were at work, that anyone could come and see you, that your manager could walk in and see you both. But you didn’t care. You really, really didn’t care. 

“I want that date, Harrington,” you murmured against his lips when you finally pulled away, when you finally needed to breathe. “I don’t care whatever we do either, as long as it’s with you.” 

His face brightened, in a smile so wide that you swore you had never seen him that happy before. “Yeah…yeah, brilliant. I’ll, uh, plan something and meet you after your shift, yeah?”

“You gonna keep the sailor suit on?”

He raised his brows. “You want me to?” 

“The shorts can stay,” you decided, a cheeky smile on your lips. “The shorts can definitely stay.” 

He snorted. “Noted, baby, noted.”

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Surprise Visit

pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader warnings/tags: child abandonment, unsupervised minors, Dustin being a little shit, very little swearing, mentions of violence (no real violence takes place) summary: everyone is staying over at Steve's house (I swear, his house is canonically almost like a mansion) when the kids hear strange noises coming from downstairs in the middle of the night. a/n: this is my first short fic on tumblr, so I have no idea how this will work out. Also, yes I'm very aware that it doesn't make a lot of sense, but bear with me. wc: 1.1k

Just like so many times before, the entire party ended up at Steve's house. It was that time in between the holidays where everyone just stays inside all day, savoring the last bits of the Christmas spirit and the New Year's celebrations. Seeing as Steve's house was always rather empty with just him, it wasn't unusual that at least one person would sleep over or come by during the day.

You were already there, as you had spent the night with Steve. Dustin had come in during breakfast, which had become such a habit that a bowl of cereal already stood on the counter. Robin had showed up around 11.30 A.M., which was uncharacteristically early before they realised she had tagged along with Nancy, who was more of an early bird. After that, the other younger kids had stopped by one by one, naturally staying as they got to talking.

Losing track of time entirely, it got dark much sooner than expected. Since no one really felt like going home and there were more empty bedrooms than would ever be used, everyone just stayed over for the night. Nancy and Robin ended up in one bedroom, the six kids divided over two others, and you had fallen asleep next to Steve in his room.

Around 2.30 A.M., you were woken up by a soft knock on the door. Confused, you looked up at Steve, who's expression looked similar to yours. You got up to the door and opened it, only to find El, Max and Dustin standing on the other side.

"You better have a good excuse to wake us up in the middle of the night," Steve groaned as he stood behind you, rubbing his eyes while stifling a yawn.

"It's not the middle of the night, that's 3 A.M.," Dustin commented with his usual sarcasm, earning himself a 'mom' look from Steve, who glared at him with his hands on his hips.

"Ignore him," Max said, "We heard a noise coming from downstairs."

"A noise?" You asked, "Are you sure?"

You had barely finished your sentence before you heard some indistinct footsteps and muffled voices that you couldn't make out. You glanced over your shoulder at Steve, shooting him a somewhat worried look.

"Alright," You said as you looked back at the three kids again, "You three go to the others, we'll get Robin and Nancy and see what's going on."

"I'll get the bats," Steve replied, somewhat annoyed to be woken up to inspect what the hell was going on this time before reaching under his bed to grab a couple of baseball bats, including the one with the hammered nails.

You sent the kids to stay with the others, telling them to wait for at least half an hour if no one came back. After that, you got Nancy and Robin, who weren't exactly pleased to up either, but also didn't like the idea of someone or something being in the house.

Carefully, you went down the stairs, Steve in the front with you right behind him, closely followed by Robin and Nancy in the back. You had to look back once to slightly glare at Robin, who was whispering "please don't let this be the day I die" over and over again, to get her to quiet down.

The sounds seemed to come from the kitchen, so after making sure no one heard them coming downstairs, Steve quickly opened the door to the kitchen, turning on the light with one hand while clutching his bat with the other one. This seemed to startle whoever the intruders were, because they turned around to face the four of them.

"What the-" Steve could get out before realising who exactly were standing in his kitchen. "Mom? Dad? What the hell are you doing here?"

His parents looked quite confused and rather alarmed by the sight of seeing the four people, all holding a baseball bat, seemingly ready to get a swing out of them.

"Don't talk to your mother like that," Steve's father scolded, his face turning from shocked to stern in a matter of seconds. "And what is all of this, all of you looking as if you're about to bludgeon someone?"

A bit shocked by the outcome themselves, they lowered their improvised weapons.

"What brings you two back to Hawkins?" Steve asked, a somewhat bitter undertone in his voice. "I haven't seen you for what feels like forever."

"We were busy, you know that," His mother answered, her tone matching that of her husband's. "We thought it would be good to stop by and... surprise you for the holidays."

"Well, you're a bit late then, huh? The holidays are over." Perhaps Steve was a bit harsh, but who could blame him? His parents we're rarely home, and even if they were, he couldn't seem to find anything to talk about with them.

"Come, come, don't get sour," His father said, "We only wanted to surprise you, but it seems like you've got your hands full with the three of them." He motioned to Robin, Nancy and yourself, a somewhat suggestive undertone laced in his voice.

"Oh, that's not- we're not-" Nancy stammered as Robin shook her head, "It's not like that- Well, not for all of us... I mean, they are- but we aren't- no."

"Yeah, that totally made sense," Steve said sarcastically.

"Oh, fuck off, they get it," Robin replied, while you just shook your head.

"Anyway," Steve continued, "Thanks for dropping by, but I really don't feel the need to keep this going. I'm going to let the kids know everything's fine and then go to bed."

"Wait, kids?" Both his parents asked in unison.

"You don't need to, they've been listening from the top of the stairs the entire time," Nancy replied dryly, glancing over her shoulder to look at the six kids huddled together, who quickly hurried back to their rooms.

"Of course they have," Steve shook his head before walking out, pulling you along with him while ignoring his parents. Nancy and Robin followed, shooting an awkward smile at the adults before going upstairs.

Once you're back in his room, you lean against the door as Steve sits on his bed. "Are you alright?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, I'm alright..." Steve sighed as he lightly massaged his temples. "Don't know how I'm going to deal with my parents in the morning, but I'm fine."

You walk over to him and sit next to him on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder. "We'll figure it out... better get some sleep now."

Steve nodded, putting his arm around you as you both got comfortable again. You'd have to deal with his parents in the morning, if they hadn't already left again before you got up, but that was an issue for later.

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Evil Tony Stark x Reader

Your worst nightmare was coming true, you stood in front of Tony with your hands bound together and tape over your mouth.

He sat in a leather chair in front of your, smiling.

"You know, it took me a long time to get you back, sweetheart. The team really keep you close, don't they? I know you've gotten pretty close to Steve and Bucky too." He said as he stood up and came closer to you, he reached up and gently took the tape off your mouth and ran his thumb over your lips.

"You've missed me, haven't you? You can tell me over and over how much you hate me but I know, deep down you've missed me. Missed obeying me, missed my praises and missed my touch." He whispered as he ran his hand over your cheek.

"I don't fucking miss you." You growled as he chuckled.

"You can deny it all you want, my love. But, I know you better than you know yourself. I also know how badly you want to go onto your knees and beg for my forgiveness. Does my little puppet feel like begging?" He asked as you felt tears forming in your eyes.

You hated that he was right, but it wasn't because you loved him it was because he was so good at manipulation he had trained your mind to barely survive without him.

But, you'd worked so hard with the team, especially with Bucky, Steve and Bruce.

"Maybe I do, but it's only because of how much you fucking broke me." You growled as he chuckled softly.

"Well, how about I give you two options, my love. Either, you be my good little girl and I won't punish you, or you continue to act like the brat Bucky and Steve turned you into and I do what I did when you tried to run away. You remember that, don't you?" He asked as your jaw clenched and you tried to push the awful traumatic memories out of your mind.

"They'll find me." You whispered making him chuckle again, he leaned forward and kissed your cheek softly.

"It's nice you still have some hope, that's what I loved about you. No matter how much I had to punish you, there was always some light left inside. I've missed you so much, baby. Why don't we have some alone time before I have to punish you again? Don't you miss the feeling I'd give you?" He whispered before you headbutted him, his men grabbed you and dragged you away from him.

He looked at you and chuckled dryly.

"Fiesty, aren't you? We can fix that." He growled as you glared at him.

"They'll fucking find me!" You screamed before one of his men knocked you out cold.

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The next time you awoke you found yourself in a large room, your hand restrained to the bed head.

You groaned and looked around the room, surely the team would be able to find you, but you weren't even sure where you were.

The door opened and you looked up to see Tony entering with a tray filled with food.

"Now, are you ready to behave, my love? Because if not you're going to starve." He said as you looked at him and thought for a moment, you knew the team would eventually find you, so it was probably a good idea to play along to avoid Tony's wrath.

"Yes." You whispered as he came over, you sat up and he placed the tray over your lap.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Yes, what?" He said gently playing with your hair.

"Yes, sir. I'm ready to behave." You replied making him smile with satisfaction.

"There's a good girl. I knew you'd make the right decision, now eat up, puppy. We have a big day ahead, once you're done get changed into one of the dresses in the closet." He said as you looked at him and nodded.

"I'll see you soon, love." He said before kissing your forehead and leaving you alone again.

You were glad he had left you, you didn't want him to see how hungry you were.

You finished eating and found very feminine dresses in the closet, it was to be expected, Tony liked to show you off and basically treat you like a doll.

Once you were done you came out of your room and made your way down the large hall of the mansion.

You knew Tony would be in his office, like usual.

When you arrived you knocked on the door and opened it to see Tony sitting in his chair, his eyes lit up when he saw you in one of the dresses he had picked out.

"Look at you, don't you just look beautiful?" He said as you looked at him with dead eyes.

"Come on, sweetheart. I know this is a lot for your little brain to process but you know it's so much better when you behave for me. Don't you want a reward?" He asked, your mind wandered to Steve and Bucky, you knew you just had to play along and they would come save you soon enough.

You wished you could save yourself...but, after Tony had broken you so many times you were nowhere near strong enough to escape.

Tony patted his lap and you slowly approached him before straddling his legs and sitting on his lap.

His hands went onto your thighs under your dress and he smiled.

"See? It's so much better when I'm gentle with you, isn't it? I don't like getting angry, baby. But, sometimes you give me no choice." He whispered as you looked at him and nodded softly.

"I know... I'm sorry." You whispered, knowing it was best to just act submissive for him.

"I missed you, darling. I've missed you so so much, I tried my hardest to forget you and move on to other girls... But, no one is as good as you, baby." He whispered as he reached up and held your face in his hand.

"We need to make up for lost time, don't we?" He asked in a whisper as he caressed your thighs.

You knew what was about to happen, and you knew that it was best to just keep acting.

Tony pulled your forward and was about to kiss you before you heard gunshot.

Tony quickly leapt up and sat you back in the chair.

"Stay here and do not move!" He demanded as you nodded and watched him leave quickly.

You were thankful you didn't have to go through having sex with him again.

You sat in the chair as you heard gunshots and yelling outside, you were afraid but maybe it was the team finally coming to rescue you.

The door swung open and you looked up in fear.

Your face changed when you saw it was Steve, you jumped out of the chair and ran up and hugged him tightly.

He lifted you into his arms and held you tightly.

"Oh thank God, Y/N." He whispered as he held you.

"I was so scared." You whispered before Steve put you back down.

"I know, angel. We're going to get you out of here." He replied as you nodded and held onto his hand.

"Stay close to me, okay?"

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You sat in the back of a car, panting and holding a cloth over your bleeding arm.

You were the one with the least amount of injuries, but thankfully everyone was alive.

Bucky got in the car beside you and you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry we took so long, doll." He whispered, wrapping his arm around you.

You closed your eyes and relaxed onto him.

"It's okay... I missed you so much, all of you." You whispered as you felt Bucky kiss you on the forehead.

"We've got you, doll. He's never going to touch you again."

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[disasterofastory]

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 2 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 2 - The middle of the night // Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You are nervous about meeting Mr. Barnes.

After your conversation with Steve about Mr. Barnes's arrival, the tight knot in your stomach doesn't lessen no matter how many times you check everything to make sure the house is clean and ready for your new boss. You wander around the mansion with a rag in your hands, cleaning every surface, adjusting the curtains, and fluffing up the pillows. Usually, it helps you to calm down, but now, you get more and more stressed. You don't know what your new boss expects from you, and you don't want to lose your job even before you could really start it. There is always something to do, something to correct or wipe down.

You are in the hall, mopping the floor who knows how many times already. The water is clean in the bucket, sloshing around as you push it out of the way. You can feel Phil's confused stare on you from the small nook next to the entrance. He is ready to ask about your well-being when Sam appears at the top of the stairs. "Y/N," he calls out for you. "Yes?" You straighten yourself, looking up at the man immediately. "When you are done here, go out to Peter and help him in the garden." "Okay," you nod. "Sure." When you disappear into one of the corridors, Sam turns to the man in front of several computers. "Call Peter and tell him to find Y/N something to do." In reality, Peter doesn't need your help but seeing you so fidgety all day, almost driving yourself crazy with the thought of Bucky, Sam thinks fresh air would do some good to you.

The estate of Mr. Barnes is endless meadows, just like the neighborhood. The garden around the mansion is well-kept, with lush trees and bushes. It almost feels like walking in a park.

Peter is at one of the flower beds, kneeling and leaning above them with a hat on his head and gloves on his hands. "Hello," you greet him, stopping a few feet away from him. "I'm Y/N," you introduce yourself. "The new maid." The young boy jumps on his feet, taking off one of his gloves to offer his hand for a shake. "And I'm Peter," he smiles. "I'll show you what you should do, all right? There are spare gloves and a hat if you need them."

You spend the rest of your day in the garden, kneeling on the green grass and busying yourself with every task Peter gives you to keep your mind off Mr. Barnes as Sam ordered him. You have fun with the young man who shows you everything you need to know while he talks a bit about himself. "So you are still in college?" You ask him. "This is my last year," he replies. "And since when do you work for Mr. Barnes?" The boy shrugs. "I don't even remember. I started working for his parents, and before I knew it, I was here." "And what do you think about him?" "He is fine. I mean, you don't want to anger him, but otherwise, if you do your job, he doesn't make your life a living hell just for fun." "Okay," you huff, turning your attention back to the wet soil rather than running back to the building to clean down everything again.

Before you know it, the sky is plastered with pink and purple as the sun slowly disappears under the horizon. Lights turn on in the mansion with shadows in the windows. The air gets a bit colder and your day with Peter ends here. "Thank you for the help, Y/N." "I was happy to help," you smile at him, waving at him as he gets in his car and soon disappears behind the gates.

You check everything one more time and wash the dishes before you make your way back to your room to take a bath. When you lean back to soak yourself in the vanilla-scented water, it's already dark outside. And Mr. Barnes is nowhere to be seen. Or you didn't meet him? Maybe something went wrong, and he didn't come home? Even though you feel nervous about meeting your boss for the first time, you would prefer to meet him sooner than later. At least you wouldn't be so anxious about him anymore. But what if he won't like you? Of course, you can go back to your friend if something goes wrong, but you would hate to lose this job. Despite the gangsters surrounding you, you enjoy being here.

You wake up in the middle of the night at the sound of your stomach. It rumbles into the silence, and you groan as you turn on your back. You have to force yourself to get up from the soft bed and drag yourself through the dark corridors to the kitchen.

The whole building is quiet. Dim lights filter in through the windows from the garden. Long shadows stretch on the floor and walls wherever you go. The kitchen's tile is cold under your bare feet. Your muscles are sore after working in the garden the whole day.

You are so deep in your thoughts that you don't even hear when the double door opens and closes while you lean above the counter, making yourself a sandwich.

"And who you would be?" Somebody speaks up suddenly, making you jump and fall back against the counter. Your fingers grip the marble edge. Your heart beats in your throat as you become face to face with a man in a white shirt and dark pants. The tie is loose around the collar. You are sure you didn't meet him before. He doesn't seem like someone that people tend to forget easily. He shamelessly studies you with his stormy blue eyes, waiting for your answer. "I-I'm Y/N," you reply, still a bit breathless. "I am the new maid." "Right," he hums. "I heard there is a new maid." You wait for him to introduce himself, but when he doesn't, you speak up again. "Can I help you with something?" "What are you doing?" He asks, glancing over your shoulder to the sandwich. You look back at it over your shoulder, suddenly embarrassed. "I'm hungry," you explain. Heat creeps up on your face. "Uhm, do you want some?" Surprise washes over his features before he nods, sitting down at the other side of the counter while you turn back to continue making some food for the both of you. You can feel his heavy gaze on you the whole time, and you have to force yourself to stay calm and collected. Who is he? "And how do you like it here?" He breaks the silence after a while. His voice is a pleasant rumble in the silent house. "I like it," you answer, putting the plate in front of him as you take a seat too. You are honest, but at the same time, how could you say anything else? "Sam and Steve showed you everything? They didn't scare you too much, did they?" A lazy smile pulls on his lips. "No," you shake your head, avoiding his eyes and focusing on your sandwich. "Everybody was nice to me so far." "Good," he nods.

You continue eating in silence. You want to know who he is, but you don't have the courage to ask. He oozes power and control. Whoever he is, he must be important. "I will wash them," you tell him, reaching out for his empty plate, but he takes it from you. His rings gleam in the kitchen light. "I will do it," he says, and it's your turn to be surprised. "Oh, no," you shake your head. "It's my job." But as usual, your argument is unsuccessful. Before you can say anything else, he is already at the sink. He is tall and broad. The white fabric stretches across his muscled back. "Hop back to your room, little bunny. You must be tired." You frown at the sudden nickname but live with the chance to get out of his heavy presence. "Goodnight..." You bite your lip, hoping for a name. "Goodnight, Y/N," he says his goodbye, and even though you don't see his face, you are sure he smirks.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mafia au

[powerofelvis]

Always On My Mind, Pt. 3

Pairing: Elvis x Plus Sized!Reader, Austin!Elvis x Plus Sized!Reader

Word Count: 3411

Warning(s): Angst, Body Shaming, Use of the word ‘Pig,’ Fluff, The Trouble Scene (this is a warning all by itself because, yeah...Elvis went off)

A/N: It’s finally here, y’all! I really hope you all like this part because it was a lot of work. Also, there are two more parts after this one, so please let me know what you guys would want to see next. I really love getting feedback on my writings. 

masterlist.

read parts one and two here.

A couple of days passed after the night you spent with Elvis. Elvis was busy performing on some television shows, but the recent show ‘Steve Allen’ had him dressed in an outfit that his mama, Gladys, called ‘the butler suit.’ They also had an actual hound dog come out with Elvis, which left a bad taste in your mouth. It seemed as if they were making fun of him and his mama seemed to have agreed with you. Elvis had made sure that he had continued calling you every night, sometimes he would talk about his manager–which you were starting not to like all as much, the fans who were locking him up in his room, and then he would end the call with sweet things such as how much he missed you. Nancy could sense that you were worried about Elvis, so she would sit with you on the nights that you were watching him perform on television. After the Steve Allen debacle, Elvis was finally back home in Memphis, and you were excited to see him. You walked up to Graceland, seeing fans outside with signs about ‘The New Elvis’. 

Walking up the stairs leading to the mansion, you could hear Gladys yelling about someone getting a laugh at putting a hillbilly in a tailcoat. You walked inside, looking over at Vernon. He nodded at you with a sad smile, taking a bite out of his sandwich. Your feet felt like it was cemented in the floor because you stood near the door, watching Elvis sit up from the piano. “Goddamn Mama, it was either that or I get canceled.” He noticed you standing there, crossing  the room swiftly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You chuckled, pulling away from him before turning to face Gladys. She was still fussing about the show. Elvis rolled his eyes, stepping away from you and following her into the dining room. After the kiss from Elvis, you felt lighter, so you moved over to the couch, where Grandma Dodger was sitting. She looked over at you—the smile meeting her eyes as she took you by the hand. “My little doll..” She spoke, squeezing your hand softly. 

Since you’ve started visiting his family, you've stuck beside Gladys and Grandma Dodger the most. Grandma Dodger started calling you “Doll” because she told you that you resembled a porcelain doll, so pure and beautiful. You knew better than to tell her that you didn’t feel beautiful because they didn’t take kindly to you talking down to yourself. Since spending time with you, you didn’t really talk down about yourself, which Nancy had paid attention to. You were truly at home at Graceland, so much so that you were there during all of your free time when you weren’t working at the diner. Nancy would tease you about it—telling you that you might as well move into Graceland and become a homemaker. You would roll your eyes at her antics, telling her that whatever this thing that you and Elvis had wasn’t even official yet. That was what bothered you the most. You had given yourself to him, but there was no official title between you and Elvis. You were at Graceland because you had to talk to him about what was going on between the two of you. However, it seemed as if your question wouldn’t be answered for a while because Elvis had grabbed his coat and stomped out of the house before speeding away. 

You stayed at Graceland for a couple more hours, ensuring Gladys was okay. You knew she hated arguing with her son because she would drown her sorrows in the nearest bottle of alcohol she would get her hands on. “Everything will work out, Gladys. Elvis is a big boy; he will do what is right.” You rubbed her back as she sobbed, her head on your shoulder. You sat there, holding her in your arms, until Vernon told her that it was time for you to get back home before it got too dark. You gave her a hug, repeating what you had told her earlier and that you would see her the next day. Vernon had Billy take you home that night since you gave up on seeing Elvis for the rest of the night. Once you got home, Nancy was standing on the phone talking to someone. “Oh! She just got in!” She put the phone out, mouthing that ‘it’s Elvis.’ You took the phone from her, placing your purse down on the couch. You took a deep breath before placing the receiver to your ear. “Hello?” You could hear that Elvis sounded happier than he did when you were at Graceland earlier. “Is everything okay, Elvis?” You asked him. “Hey baby, I’m sorry I stormed out earlier without saying anything to ya’.” You muttered that it was okay before sitting down on the couch. “No, it’s not okay, darlin’. I’m just stressed out, ‘is all. People are tellin’ me who to be, what to sing, and what I can and can’t do; it’s stressing me out.” He grumbled softly before laughing that laugh that melted you every time.

“But that’s not why I called mama. I called because I wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping with me tomorrow for the Children’s charity concert that I have to perform at tomorrow.” His voice sounded as if he was unsure that you would agree to go out with him. You chuckled at his nervousness, thinking about your schedule. Luckily for you, Bob had allowed you to take a few days off after the incident that you had at the diner a few days back. You were working the night shift, which you had done several times. Those times went without a hitch until tonight. A rowdy group of teenagers came in, causing a scene about wanting a table. Bob had you and Nancy work their tables because you were the only ones who were in. One of the guys looked over at you with disgust—muttering some words that you didn’t make out except the word ‘pig.’ You almost left your body with embarrassment until Nancy snapped on the teens in your stead. “Listen here, you little shits, that’s not how you talk to a woman who is looking over your food.” She scoffed, pulling you away from the table. Bob had witnessed the entire scene, asking the group of teens that unless they left, he would call the authorities. 

After they left, all of them glaring in your direction, Bob allowed you and Nancy to go home. Bob pulled you aside before telling you that you should take a few days off until you could get your emotions back together. You didn’t tell Elvis about this incident for fear that he would hunt those kids down and make their lives a living hell. Snapping out of your thoughts and hearing Elvis call your name again, you sucked in a breath. “Okay, I’ll come with you.” Soon after, you got off the phone with Elvis. You suddenly felt nervous at the thought that you wouldn’t fit next to Elvis. Here is this man who has the world in the palm of his hand, and he’s wasting his time on a girl like you. You shook your head before heading off to bed, before you would get depressed again. 

The following day, you awoke to Nancy shaking you. “You gotta get up, love! Elvis is coming soon to take you out.” She giggled as she left the room, winking at you. You laughed, throwing the sheets off your body as you walked into the bathroom for your shower. After the shower, you got dressed, checking over yourself in the mirror before hearing Nancy call for you. “Y/N! It’s Elvis!” You walked out of the room, seeing Elvis standing there with a huge smile that met his eyes. You almost melted at the sight of his icy blues staring back at you with a hint of playfulness. You told Nancy that you would be back later, grabbing your purse and jacket before following Elvis to his Purple Cadillac. You both talked about different things to pass the time as he drove down to the shopping strip downtown. You suddenly became nervous, looking around at the semi-packed strip. “Are you ready, baby?” He looked over at you with a look of concern once he saw your face. You smiled, nodding before getting out of his Cadillac. Elvis got out, coming over to grab your hand as he walked down the sidewalk. You noticed that people were starting to crowd around where he was walking, screaming bloody murder. 

You were pushed into the crowd as people tried to get his autograph or touch him. This didn’t deter him, and he reached out to grab your hand again, running into a store. Part of you felt exhilarated—like you two were teenagers on a date and another part of you was angry because you were once again pushed to the side because people wanted his attention. Jealousy bubbled within you, but you shoved it down, forcing a smile on your face as you followed him. He looked back at you, smiling as he hugged you. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. I looked away for one minute, and you were gone.” He sighed. “It’s okay; I was lost in the crowd. They really love you, huh?” You chuckled, tilting your head up to look at him. He chuckled, shrugging before pulling you off to show you the suit he was wearing for tomorrow night's concert. You sat down in a chair, waiting for him to come out. “Are you done yet, silly?”

“I’m almost done; impatient much?” He teased, pulling back the curtain, walking up to where you could see him. Your jaw hit the floor, eyes taking him in. He was dressed in a black suit with a red tie to match. He looked drop-dead gorgeous, and you literally didn’t understand how someone could look as good as he did. “Earth to Y/N...You’re in there, baby?” He chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. You looked up at him, nodding. “Oh yes! You look handsome, Elvis!” You giggled, covering your face to hide your blush. He chuckled, walking back to get out of the suit and back into his regular attire. “I want you to get something for tomorrow. I want you to match with me, darlin’. I want everyone to know that you’re my girl.” He spoke, pulling you up into another hug. Your heart jumped in your throat, hearing him call you his. Even though you wanted to talk to him about what was happening, it seemed Elvis already knew what was happening. You mentally facepalmed—realizing that you were the only one who didn’t know what you meant to Elvis. Elvis had already given you a title; you just were too caught up in your own self-worthlessness to see it. 

Elvis had taken you home not long ago, having to go meet with his manager to go over last-minute details for the concert. You had told him that you could go with him, but he insisted that he wanted you to get your beauty sleep. Nancy was sitting on your bed, brushing out your hair. “So are y’all official?” She looked over your head to see your reaction to her question. “He said he wanted everyone to know that I’m his girl, so I believe that we are.” You giggled as Nancy squealed behind you. “Okay, so we are going to doll you up tomorrow so Elvis can’t take his eyes off you!” Nancy continued brushing through your hair. “Well, I already have the outfit; he wants me to match with him tomorrow.” You turned around, pointing to the box that laid on the chair in front of your vanity. Nancy climbed out of bed, racing over to grab the box before placing it on the bed. Inside of the box was a black and white swing dress with little red hearts adorned in red lace. She gasped, covering her mouth as she looked over at you. “Girl, how in love is this man?” She picked up the dress, placed it on your person, and tilted her head as if she was thinking about something. “We are going to curl your hair and pin it up, put on some soft makeup, and you’re gonna wear my Mary Janes..” She placed the dress inside the box before pulling you out of the room to show you her shoes.

The next evening, you sat in Nancy’s room as she finished the last of your homework. You were going to get picked up by Gladys and Vernon in an hour or so. Elvis had called before meeting up with his manager, telling you he couldn’t wait to see you later. You said to him that he would do great and to make sure that he listened to his heart as she told him two days prior. “Alright, Y/N, you’re all dolled up.” Nancy chuckled, leaving you to finish getting ready. Vernon pulled into your driveway an hour later, beeping the horn to catch your attention. You told Nancy that you were leaving before grabbing your clutch. “You look beautiful, darlin’.” Gladys smiled as she grabbed your hand. You smiled, rubbing her hand as you looked out of the window. You all pulled into Russwood Park, seeing a huge crowd beginning to form. “Wow, all of this for Elvis?” You said, looking over at Gladys. She smiled, nodding her head as she took a look at the crowd as well. You knew that Gladys was proud of her son, she always told him that he was going to be big as he had the strength of two men inside of him. You never understood what that meant until Elvis explained that he once had a twin brother named Jesse. 

Your door was opened and you looked up to see Scotty and Bill. You got out of the car, grabbing Gladys by the hand as you followed Scotty and Bill behind the stage where Elvis would perform later. You were looking around, wondering where Elvis could have been. As if they sensed that you were looking for Elvis, Scotty whispered in your ear. “He should be here soon, he’s coming with the Colonel.” At that moment, a police car entered the park, slowly driving over to where everyone was standing. The police that were escorting him exited the car before pulling the back door open. Elvis stepped out of the car in all of his glory, looking like he was a bit upset. It must’ve been that damn manager, you thought. At this time, it wasn’t a secret that you didn’t like Colonel Tom Parker, sometimes telling Gladys that you wished that Elvis had never met the man. However, you didn’t bring it up to Elvis because you knew that he had gratitude for him. He walked over to where you, Gladys, and Vernon were standing. He pulled Gladys into a hug, kissing her forehead. “Jesse is shining tonight, baby.” She smiled at him and he returned the smile, nodding his head. Vernon shook his hand, reminding him to play it smart. Elvis looked at you, pulling you into his arms. You hugged him, looking up at him. “Follow your heart, my love. I love you.” You whispered. He smiled, pressing his lips to yours, holding you tight against him. “You look beautiful tonight, darlin’. I love you.” He said, pressing another passionate kiss to your lips. He pulled away from you, grabbing his guitar, walking up the stairs.

The Colonel stopped him, reminding him about the new Elvis and to have fun. You glared at him, crossing your arms as you watched Elvis look back at you with a frown. You nodded your head, giving him the silent response that you had wished him luck. He continued up on stage and the police led you and his parents to their seats. You watched him as he walked the stage, his gaze bore intensely into the crowd of screaming fans. He grabbed the microphone, looking out in the crowd. “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis.” The crowd booed at this, causing him to chuckle. “And there’s the other guy..” Elvis lifted up his pinky, wiggling it as he started singing the chorus of Hound Dog. He chuckled again, his eyes seemingly finding yours. “‘Course, you must listen to the people you love..” He smiled at you, sending a wink your way. You melted into your chair, blushing as your heart sped up. “But in the end, you gotta listen to yourself..” He said, looking back at the crowd. “So I want you to know them New York people ain’t gone change me none! I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” The crowd cheered as he walked to place his guitar on the piano that was on the stage. 

The music began as Elvis started to rock on his toes. You smiled, covering your mouth at him, going against his stupid manager. On the other hand, his parents were confused about what was happening. 

If you're looking for trouble

You came to the right place

If you're looking for trouble

Just look right in my face

You looked over at his parents, who were still confused, but you knew exactly what he was about to do. You scooted to the end of your chair, curious as to what he had under his sleeve. Elvis rocked on his feet, continuing to sing the song.

I was born standing up

And talking back

My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack

Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery

Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me

Elvis started dancing around the stage, thrusting his hips towards the crowd. You knew that damned Colonel was going to blow his top, but you couldn’t have been more proud of Elvis. He was following his heart and that was enough for you. As he danced around the stage, Gladys grabbed your hand—catching your attention. “What is going on, darlin’?” She asked, pulling you close to her. You whispered in her ear, telling her that Elvis was following his heart and not letting his god-given talent go to waste. She nodded, pulling away. Although she understood, her face still held the look of uncertainty. 

I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be

I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be

So don't mess around don't mess around don't mess around with me

The Colonel came over to where you sat with his parents, looking over your head to speak to his parents. “I think we should go ahead and head to the car.” He spoke as he walked away to try to stop Elvis from continuing with his performance. Gladys grabbed your hand, walking over to where the car was. At that moment, the crowd began to get out of control. Fans were rushing to get to the stage, pushing you and his parents in different directions. Eventually, you lost Gladys in the crowd. A police officer grabbed you by the arm, pulling you towards him. “Let me go!” You tried to pull away so that you could find Gladys and Vernon. His hand tightened around your arm, dragging you out of the crowd. “Get off of her!” You heard Elvis shout, pushing his way towards you. “Elvis!” You tried to run to him, but the officer had you in a Vice grip. Suddenly, more officers came and grabbed Elvis, dragging him off to another vehicle. “Y/N, get in the car! Mama, get Y/N and get in the car!” He yelled, before he was shoved into the police car. 

Gladys had found you again, grabbing your hand as she pulled you away from the police officer. “Get in the car, Y/N.” She said as she looked back at Elvis, tears falling out of her eyes. Vernon had her by the arms, telling her that they were gonna be in trouble if they didn’t get into the car. You grabbed Gladys by the hand once she was in the car, not realizing that you were sobbing. You turned around, worried about Elvis as the car that you were in pulled out of the park.

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#elvis x plus size!reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #austin!elvis x plus size!reader #daisy writes #elvis #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #austin butler #austin butler fanfiction

[stranger-rants]

Last night I had a wild ass dream where apart from being forced into killing 7 people out of self defense I also had to sit down and watch ST5 which literally sucked doodoo ass and the last fuckibg episode woulf come out a full year later. I had to sit there thinking “Oh my god this is literally ass how the fuck did they make this” and then some weird ass religious shit with Dustin started playing and I think Dustin was a blood messiah or whatever and my sister said “Awe shit last episode coming next year.” I remember thinking “The fuck do you mean I have to wait a full year for dogshit” and then turns out the real trial would not be the waiting but the 7 killers in one day and I DIGRESS

In the dream show Billy was back somehow and Munson too- I think he was already just casually starting off alive like don’t even worry about it. Anyways Billy was back but he wasn’t an antagonist or villain or anything thank god but he definitely was apeshit. He was running around the manor or strange-dream-mansion and laughing maniacally and causing bloodbaths and I think Steve was constantly having to save his ass from dying. Billy was like “Oh dear I almost passed away in my rampage” and then kept doing it. By the end the 3 of these motherfuckers were all so angry at each other and I really don’t remember what was going on with the other characters, I just remember Dustin strangely missing and these 3 having a lot of focus and being terribly written. It was like fucking Doom:Eternal these characters were constantly fighting and shit. I think after that I walked out of a school(?) (dormitory? Had a whole arc about realizing I didn’t have any of my showering gear mid-showering) (I didn’t get to wash off my body soap and just stood there uncomfortably for hours) But anyways I walked out the school and at some point I noticed that there was a tall man with a weird tan that clearly cutoff on where the sunglasses rested on his face and a terrible black wig and then the guy turned around to look at me and said “There aren’t enough black people causing shootings so the government hired me to up the percentage” and then the whole “Kill 7 assassins sent after you with their own guns” thing happened. Apologies for the rambling text I just woke up and remembered being pissed from the Stranger Things dream and not the whole “being thirteen and gradually having to take down an army” thing

#what's happening #asks

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - March 5th

I’m going to be incredibly busy over the next few weeks so how many stories I read will be less than normal--hopefully it’ll even out some in April. In the meantime, enjoy this week’s recs and be sure to give a comment/kudos for your fic authors! 

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***Covered in Lines by royal_chandler

He can’t lose sight of pale, deft hands that gesture on transitive verbs, an ink-stained thumb edging underneath Tony’s ribcage with an affection that can only be called dangerous.

The Sea is Calling by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday)

The storm took everything from Steve and left him empty and alone.

Tony has been swept away on the rough tides, taken from everything and everyone he loves.

The sea takes and takes and takes and gives nothing back.

adjustment period by mistymountainking

Tony and Steve have been together for a while now. They love each other a truly sickening amount. Unfortunately, Tony's issues have issues.

only a kiss by mistymountainking

Tony wouldn’t be the first to admit it—he wouldn’t be the third or the fifth or the fiftieth, even—but he’s a very physically affectionate person. For a man who doesn’t like being handed things, he loves using his hands to show his fondness for others. He has his little touches, arm pats, shoulder squeezes, handshakes; hugs are almost exclusively reserved for Rhodey and Pepper (Happy, Steve’s learned, isn’t a hugger), but no one is exempt from being kissed when the mood strikes Tony Stark.

No one except Steve, apparently.

a moment in the sun by mistymountainking

“—I mean it’s crazy right? It’s crazy, Tony Stark, Tony Stark calls us up out of the blue one day and says ‘You’ll be waiting six months to a year for a decent repair job, let alone a complete replacement, and I owe you guys, come on by Avengers Tower—”

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a prompt fill for an anon on tumblr, who asked for Steve/Tony + Tony designing prosthetics for wounded vets

breathe with me by mistymountainking

“If footage from my sweet sixteen made it into this lineup, we’re watching all three Die Hards."

It’s Wednesday, and Wednesday means movie night at the mansion.

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a prompt fill for lovingcookiemonsterblog on tumblr, who asked for Steve/Tony + "You're not worth it."

we'll hold each other (soon) by mistymountainking

Moments after the bright blue light of Tony’s arc reactor goes dark, Steve knows what he has to do.

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written as a prompt fill for anon on tumblr, who asked for Steve/Tony post-Endgame fix-it fic.

tomorrow can wait (come whatever) by mistymountainking

The picture isn’t damning, Steve reminds himself. They aren’t engaged. They aren’t dating. They’re just friends. The pose is damning enough, but he’d be an idiot if he didn’t admit, at least to himself, that it’s his face that sells it. His face is why The Picture™ has been the #1 trending thing on Twitter for going on twelve hours, and why Clint whistled Wagner’s bridal chorus at him when they walked back into the tower last night.

He looks like he’s in love. Which is fair, because he is. With Tony.

His fiancé.

***

Steve and Tony are photographed mid-battle, which is par for the course. By the time they get home, the whole world thinks they're engaged, which is...not. But it's not a big deal—they'll figure things out eventually.

Excuses, excuses by S_Horne

“It was just that last lecture, the one on Wednesday,” Steve started, plucking his notebook off the top of his book pile and flicking through it. “I left feeling a little confused. I understood it all, but it wasn’t my favourite one. Do we have to write the paper on that topic, or can I focus on something else?”

Tony laughed as he pushed his chair backwards and stood. “That,” he said as he rounded the desk, “has got to be the worst excuse you’ve come up with yet. And I’m including the time that you came to tell me that the lights had been left on in my classroom.”

***a rose by any other name by meidui

“Just Steve,” he says quickly, softly, and his voice is music to Tony’s ears. “Please call me Steve.”

Tony can’t help but stare as it occurs to him that he should have prepared a proper greeting. What on earth is someone so young and pretty doing in an engagement like this?

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There are a lot of things about Steve that make this arrangement easier than Tony thought it would be, but then there are a lot of things about him that complicate it, too.

flight risk by meidui

Tony is discharged from the hospital on his birthday, a beautiful May afternoon. The kind of sunshine that warms you up forever.

Mine by tinystark616

Steve doesn't have a problem with the fact that Tony likes to have one-night stands. It's none of his business. That is, until he has to witness Tony making out with Thor right in front of him.

tony's stickers of love by ArabellaAM

When Tony prints a couple of "Tony Stark Approved" stickers as a joke, the last thing he expects is to end up covering Steve's heart with them.

What if I Were To by blue_jack

“I know I said you could pick my next PA, but this is ridiculous.”

I Hear the Winter's Leave by thistlethorns

The thing is, Tony genuinely didn't know he had a soulmate.

time cannot replace by SailorChibi

When Steve is told that he has amnesia and has forgotten the past three years, naturally the first thing he does is call his boyfriend, Tony.

A Common Guttersnipe by betheflame 

When Steve Rogers walks down the runway, Tony Stark stops breathing. He must have this man as a client - he can make him the biggest movie star the world has ever known.

And then they meet, and Steve opens his mouth, and that accent nearly kills Tony. He makes Steve a bet - in six months, he can make even Anna Wintour think that Steve graduated from Phillips Exeter, and in return, Steve will let Tony sign him as a client.

Steve takes the bet, thinking he has nothing to loose.

And then he learns that the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain, that he could have danced all night, and that the world will still run without Tony Stark, but goddamn if he wants it to.

The Space Stone by TheDrow

Steve returns to put the Tesseract back… except its not as easy as he originally thought. And there’s someone in the past that he’s actively trying to avoid…

#stevetony weekly #stevetony #stony #stony fic rec #stevetony fic rec #fic rec #rec list #fanfiction #stony fan fic #steve rogers #tony stark #captain america #iron man

[joruni]

I woke up with an epiphany of an idea for Vol.2 Eddie lives AU!

You know what kind of low-budget prompt/costume would a DnD nerd with a lot of time on his hands make? Chainmaille!! You can make it out of super-cheap garden wire with only wire cutters and two pliers. Eaaasy!

So before Eddie hops into Upside-down he grabs a shirt from his closet and he already had it in ‘83 so Dustin gets one as well! Metal!

Demobats still kind of tear him apart, mostly on his legs and arms; he gets a nasty scratch on his neck, which bleeds a lot so he still passes out in Dustin’s arms, but his abdomen is almost completely fine! A claw or two managed to pierce through, but bats were unable to bite.

And Steve kind of gets an idea from it. He has a boring ass job, which has a lot of free time in between customers and they know that Vecna is coming back. They are getting prepared this time and he is putting some extra protection on his kids! So he visits Eddie after he is released from hospital, to ask him how can he make one (or about dozen for everyone). They raid shops for supplies, take it all to Harrington residence and get to work. Eddie shows him how you coil the wire and then cut it into individual rings. Its an easy process but it takes a long time to build a useful length of chainmaille.

So they round up the whole party. Eddie as he already has a shirt tailored to his measurements makes rings for everyone and they make a tradition of piling on floor in front of tv with a movie playing while everyone does some crafts on the side.

And Eddie then one day shares fun-fact about silk armour used in Asia. And did you know it can actually stop like an actual knife or arrow because of how tightly it is vowen? And the real protection comes from using layers. Leather, fabric, metal, silk…as long as you have several layers.

Huh, Steve’s mother has some silk shit in her closet, they could totally raid. And there are some leather jackets in second-hand shops. And Dustin totally drags Eddie and Steve on a medieval fare in next town and they buy anything that seems even remotely useful (they got a whole ass sword and real shield from one! Steve gave them to Eddie who is in heaven and little but in love!) And Robin comes with an idea of piercing some leather belts with nails and trimming them into chokers, because so many of them got choked by vines, or bats on their last adventure.

Slowly but surely they convert one of Steve’s garages into an DIY- armoury. (Btw, that ridiculous mansion has 5 of them! Eddie almost chokes with laughter when he finds out because why? He basically lives there alone!) Every member of the party has their own stash there, tailored to their needs, preferences and abbilities. Armour, weapons, supplies for travelling or trips into danger zones.

They are not getting surprised this time!

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[hazardworld]

Steve and the very party holidays

Just thinking about Steve having a really shitty holiday experience as a kid: his parents/extended family is Catholic (dad: Irish-American/mom: French), so he got first communion and they went to the big holiday services, but that was about it.

Just little ol’ baby Steve sitting in mass for an hour or two, then going home for presents, most of which were trendy “boy toys” he didn’t really care for. Also, he could easily tell they were easily things his dad’s assistant knew were the most popular, not things he was actually interested in.

Every few years or so, his parents would have a party: either Christmas or New Years, but it was always fancy, and Steve had to wear itchy uncomfortable clothing, and try not to get distracted, and there was always way too much wine.

(Apparently, you never went to a Christmas party without bringing wine)

When Steve started middle school, they’d leave on Christmas Eve, tell him to go to mass (by the time he had the means to, he’d lost the belief in a god anyway), and to have a good time. Also, Santa wasn’t real, apparently.

So he learned how to cook and how to take care of himself and the house, and it was fine. It wasn’t great, but it could be far worse, so it was fine. He was lucky: he had a house with paid bills, he’d eventually get a car, and he had the means of feeding himself without worries. It wasn’t ideal, but yeah, he could live with it.

So imagine senior Steve, (forcibly) invited to Machiavelli family Christmas by Dustin (I could make a whole post on why my cultural headcannons are what they are but I’m italian american and i DEF see more IA hendersons then IA harringtons) who shows up dressed in that same, stupidly itchy clothing with wine, only to be told by Claudia that he’s much too formal. The wine is taken, and he’s handed a pair of Claudia’s (clean) sweatpants and a very soft green sweater with a santa hat on it.

It’s only once he’s in the backseat with Dustin that he realizes all their sweaters match, and 30 minutes later at the “family house” that apparently every branch of their family has their own different sweaters. Not only that, but Steve gets introduced not as Dustin’s babysitter, but as his brother.

Steve is confused, because aren’t Christmas parties supposed to be all stuffy and boring but also nerve wracking because everything’s too overwhelming but if Steve shows it he’ll get punished? 

Christmas parties aren’t laughter and coziness and friends and family all together (as the party continued, Steve met people and realized who was introduced as wouldn’t’ve mattered: everyone here, blood or not were treated like family).

Steve thinks it’s a one time thing, but he’s expected every year from then out: Dustin reported the Aunts agreed he was the best child-wrangler they’d ever seen, and Claudia said it was refreshing to have help bringing in her offerings for the large buffet. The next year it’s all the same but different, and Steve loves it.

Then comes Christmas 1986.

No one can leave Hawkins quite yet: the final gates have yet to close, though it should happen before the end of the new school year. For now, everyone’s stranded with what they can ship in or make themselves.

After the earthquake, Steve moved into the guest room of the Henderson’s place. They still used the mansion for party gatherings, but his parents made it clear they were never returning, and Steve had more happy memories with Dustin and Claudia then in the too-large expanse.

Once Max woke up, she moved in too: the government hush money was plenty enough to make Dustin’s bed into a bunk. Claudia even started calling them “her twins” after they formed a platonic codependency rivaling Steve and Robin’s.

The four of them spend Christmas together: Max gets her own sweater knit, and they even get some extra tinsel to wrap up her arm crutches and wheelchair for the days she needs them. 

There’s no Machiavelli family that year, but Claudia teaches Steve the family lasagna recipe, and they open gifts to the sounds of “Charlie Brown Christmas” in the background.

Steve doesn’t think it can really get much better.

The evening of December 26 is a whirlwind.

The four get to the mansion early to set up. Plus, Steve has to make his Ratatouille, and Claudia has to heat up Dustin’s baked ziti, as well as the 10 different side dishes she did not sign up to make but insisted on, anyway.

The party’s at 6, but both the Munsons and the Byers-Hopper’s show up at 5:45, saying they were there in case anyone needed help. They both bring latkes, but since Eddie’s a terrible cook (other than sandwiches, eggs, or freezer meals) his are burnt. Luckily, Joyce is kind, and says theirs can count for both.

Argyle (who stayed just long enough to be included in the mandatory staying in Hawkins notice) made homemade flautas, while Hopper and El brought Eggos, since that’s all they could agree upon making.

The rest of the group arrives after that, though slightly later. Robin claims this is her fault, since apparently she got to the store way too late. She brought kringle (If you don’t know what kringle is go to trader joe’s or racine wisconsin it’s so worth it). 

She also brought Max’s haggis: Max didn’t want anyone else in the house knowing what she was making, and Robin was the only one who let her use her parent’s kitchen to make it.

Lucas and Erica brought self-decorate-able christmas sweater speculaas cookies (that Lucas baked himself, thank you) and keep fighting over who gets to carry what. Erica said the tupperware is too warm, but she also doesn’t want the sticky frostings.

Nancy made things non-negotiable: since Mike wasn’t driving, he got the heavy crockpot of Swedish meatballs, while she got the casserole pan of shepherds pie.

Somehow, Murray also slipped in with risotto and various boozes. How? Steve didn’t really care, but it was wonderful getting to see his extended family, per se, coming together for the beauty of it all, and sharing each other’s cultures and traditions.

After food, everyone watches as Will and Eddie light the first Hanukkah candle (in 1986 Hanukkah started on dec 26!) together, and after that they all open their gifts to each other.

It’s a bit of a free-for-all after that: Dustin and Erica hopped up on sugar together is a nightmare, Argyle, Johnathan, and Will (apparently) got high while starfishing on the living room floor, Nancy found the wine cellar and started “taste testing,” Max and Mike started a hate-fueled tournament on Max’s new video game which Mike keeps trying to double the rounds for so he can win, and Robin and Eddie hopped up on sugar together is another nightmare. Steve’s only peace are the adults, plus Lucas and El who are quietly chatting and painting each other’s nails in the corner.

By the end of the evening, everyone saunters off the rooms, and Steve can’t be happier at the aftermath: the house that once encapsulated stuffy, sad, even disheartening memories now became somewhere where Steve could actually say his family had all been in.

And shit: Steve realized he had a family.

Wasn’t that a thought.

He was so fucking happy.

Fin.

(If any culture thing was wrong shout me out I wanna change it)

(also i wrote this at 4am sorry for typos and stuff)

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Civil War Brooklyn

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2570

Summary: Brock’s mansion is finally raided by Steve & Bucky. The reader, not waiting to be saved, takes matters into her own hands. No more being a victim is her mentality as she makes her way through the mansion. When she is finally reunited with her men she wants nothing but revenge. Don’t cross a woman with anything left to lose.

Warnings: Violence, Minor Death, Mention of Torture

A/N: Finally after this being on hiatus since 2021 I bring you a new chapter. Thank you to those who understood why it took so long to write. It’s been a tough road health wise but I’m hoping now things will be updated more often.

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @pigwidgeonxo​ & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog​ & @music-culture-mythology​. Without you this would never have gotten out. (All grammar and spelling mistakes are my own.)

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Steve, Bucky, and Tony parked their SUVs just down the street from the mansion you were being held at. Their crew consisted of Rhodey, Nat, Clint, Thor, Loki, and fifty other men that worked for them collectively. This was going to be an ambush and Hydra agents were going to be slaughtered. Fury had given Steve and Bucky the green light to do whatever was necessary to get you to safety. They had a small window of time to get in and get out before Fury showed up with the remainder of Shield and the FBI. 

One of their men was set to have the power shut down to the mansion. This would give them the coverage of darkness that they needed to go in guns blazing. Steve’s phone finally dinged with the order to move in from Fury. Quickly the lights went out in the mansion and the ambush descended onto the Hydra home. Hopefully, you weren’t in bad shape when they found you or hell would freeze over.

You stood there, knife in your right hand as the lights went out inside the room you were in. The sounds of footsteps running around and shouting could be heard clearly. This is what would make your fight for your life easier. Remembering all the skills you learned over your life you gripped the knife tighter. The sound of a key unlocking the door to your room seemed louder in your mind. You crouched behind the door waiting for whoever decided to come into the lion's den.

The door was pushed open by a tall, burly man who scanned the room for you. Keeping his back to you, you decided to strike fast like a viper. Quickly you stabbed the man in the neck, blood squirted everywhere as his finger squeezed the trigger causing the gun to go off twice. Your hand let go of the knife and you grabbed the Glock before it could hit you. The man fell dead at your feet and you had his Glock in hand. 

Outside the room, you heard yells from men and gunshots. Whatever was happening you needed to leave now before things got worse for you. Quickly you checked the gun for ammo and had thirteen bullets left. Looking down at the dead body you knelt next to him, pulling the knife out of his neck, and wiped the blood on him. If all else fails, this was your backup. 

Standing up you stalked slowly to the bedroom door, gun raised in defense. The echoes of gunfire continued outside the front door. You poked your head out quickly to see if there was anyone on your floor. Thankfully there was no one to be seen as you made your way to the stairs, back against the wall, you descended one step at a time. 

Halfway down the stairs, you saw a Hydra agent run through the front corridor. Your finger was quick, you shot him twice and he dropped dead. Your feet descended the rest of the stairs just as you saw another agent. You both saw each other simultaneously, guns raised as you hollered at him, “drop your gun now!”

“Not a chance in hell you bitch!” He shouted back with a sneer on his face.

Wrong thing to say to a woman unhinged. You lightly squeezed the trigger and shot him but not before he grazed your shoulder. You yelped in pain from where the bullet grazed you. More yelling and the commotion was growing louder outside as you took a right, heading into the kitchen. Gun still raised, you cleared the kitchen and could see through the window that the fighting in the backyard was slowing down. 

Who in the hell would attack Hydra? 

Behind you there was the sound of a boot on the floor that made you spin around, throwing the knife you had on you at the sound and training the gun on the person sneaking in. Your breath hitched as you came face to face with your blue-eyed and blonde-haired man Steve. The knife was embedded into the wall near his head.

“That was a great throw sweetheart.” He proudly said.

You ran and threw yourself into his arms, he quickly caught you. His familiar scent filled your senses as you nuzzled his neck. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

Steve smiled into your hair. “I would burn the whole world down just to find you.” You looked up at him and kissed him passionately. In your heart, you knew both men would rain hell on the world to get you back. You pulled away just in time to see Bucky shoot a Hydra agent that was approaching you both.

“Hate to break it up but we have a clearing in the front to leave,” Bucky said, as soft eyes landed on you. “Fury showed up with some of his men and they plan to secure the mansion until the FBI gets here and he wants us gone.”

Steve nodded in agreement, “Let’s get you out of here and get you home.”

Bucky left first while you followed him and Steve followed behind. Gunshots had now ceased and Hydra agent bodies littered the front yard. It was a massacre. As you got closer to the SUVs you spotted Tony standing with Rhodey as they chatted. Tony caught sight of you with Steve and Bucky, and ran towards you, calling your name. You sprinted towards him and you both embraced. 

“Thank God you’re okay kiddo. I was so worried.” Tony spoke softly to you as he hugged you tighter. You squeaked out in pain from where you were injured. Tony pulled away to look you over and saw your arm lightly bleeding. 

“I will be okay.” You looked between Tony, Rhodey, Steve, and Bucky trying to brush off your injury. “Where is Brock? Is he dead?”

“He’s gonna wish he was once we find him.” Bucky blurted out. 

“Brock must have hopped on his boat down by the dock and taken off into the bay. Though our guys grabbed Zemo instead and took him to the barn.” Tony answered, trying to hold back his anger. Your stomach sank at hearing Brock got away but knowing Zemo was captured both scared and made you happy to seek out revenge against him for what he did to you. You knew what the barn was and that no one left alive. 

Steve and Bucky walked you to an SUV where you all made your way back to Tony’s place.

You sat at the kitchen table sipping whiskey from a glass as Dr. Cho patched up your left arm. The bullet as you thought grazed the skin. Once you were patched up you walked into the living room and to a large window that oversaw the barn. They had told you about Rollins going in there and you breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the bastard wasn’t coming back. 

You lost count of how many men went into the barn and the dark part of you didn’t care. Only the wicked go in and that’s where Zemo is now. Tony, Steve, and Bucky went in thirty minutes ago and hadn’t appeared yet. Tony told you to tell them everything Zemo did to you and reluctantly you did. Now you’re nursing a drink because this was going to be a long night. Revenge on Zemo goes beyond you, it also goes to Steve and Bucky. Zemo had tortured them a decade ago and you knew the boys wanted blood. For them and for what he did to you, they would have blood.

Finishing off your whiskey you decided to go to the barn to see your tormentor. Heading out the French doors you were met by one of Tony’s men who was standing guard. 

You nodded at him as you passed by and headed out to the barn. The sound of crickets filled the air on your short walk but that would change as you opened the door. 

Zemo was hanging by metal shackles from the ceiling and was shirtless. His body was littered with fresh cuts from one of the knives Bucky was holding. Tony sat in a chair watching as Steve and Bucky let loose on him. When they heard the door and saw you they stopped.

You looked at the pained face of Zemo and felt pity for the torture these men were causing. That was until Zemo spoke.

“Hello, my kotyonok. I’m so happy to see you again.”

Bile rose from your stomach at hearing the pet name he gave you. But you swore to yourself you wouldn’t let this man get to you. Not now or ever again. You grabbed a knife off the table, approaching Zemo menacingly. Both Bucky and Steve stood back as they watched you spin the knife in your hand.

“You won’t be happy to see me once I cut your balls off and shove them down your throat.” Your hand twirled the knife and you slashed him from neck to belly button. Zemo hissed out in pain but never broke his stare at you. “If I did that to you it would be a quick death and I would rather know you were going to suffer. When you’re being tortured I want you to think of me and the hell you put me through. Think of every time I begged you to stop and you didn’t. Not only will these three men in here torture you but I was told a certain man with the same tastes as you, torture, will be here any minute. You should know him, Lloyd Hansen.”

Zemo paled at the name but refused to beg for mercy. “When you go to sleep tonight little lamb will you dream of me or Brock? I’m so curious to know if I left a lasting impression…”

Your hand moved quickly as you stabbed him in the right shoulder causing him to holler out in pain. “I will never think about you again once I walk out of here. As for Brock, once he is in jail or dead he will never cross my mind again.” Turning on your heel you started to walk out but stopped at the door. “Make him pay, guys. Let him know he fucked with the wrong family.” On that note, you walked out of the barn, and before the doors closed you heard the sound of an electric screwdriver.

The next morning you woke up in bed between Steve and Bucky. There was no telling what time they joined you. You didn’t dare move as you watched both men sleep peacefully, each on their side facing you while you lay on your back. It was nice to finally feel safe again with them. With everything you have been through it was going to take time to heal your mind and body. Something you knew they could help you with over time. 

Bucky’s eyes fluttered open, his soft blue eyes looking into yours as he smiled. “Good morning, doll.”

You smirked at the pet name and rolled onto your side to face him. “Morning Buck.”

“How did you sleep last night?” He inquired, watching you closely as you let out a sigh.

“I slept the best in ages honestly.” You spoke the truth. It had been over a month since you were with them last and that’s when you slept normally. With the trauma you went through with Zemo and Brock, sleep was not something that came easy. 

Bucky ran his hand up and down your arm. “I’m happy you slept. You need all the rest you can get.”

“Speaking of rest, when did you both crawl into bed?” 

“A couple of hours after you. Don’t worry, everything is taken care of and we have things under control.” Bucky reassured you, his hand moved from your arm and caressed your cheek. You couldn’t help but nuzzle into his hand as you placed your hand on his. 

Behind you, you felt warm lips kiss your shoulder. Steve stirred behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Less talking and more sleeping.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as these men did not like early mornings. Your eyes softly closed as you took in the feeling of them. Steve pressed against your back, his arm still holding tight. Your face was inches away from Bucky as he held your hand. This is where you belonged. This was your safe space. The three of you could do anything in this world as long as you were together. The last thought you had before you drifted off to sleep was that hell was going to rain down on Brock.

With Zemo off in an undisclosed location with Lloyd Hansen being tortured to death the only thing left was to locate Brock. This gave you a spring in your step as you dressed and made your way to Tony’s living room. There you found Tony, Rhodey, Thor, Loki, Clint, Nat, Steve, and Bucky all talking business. Tony got up to hug you while the other associates nodded at you as you walked over to sit in between Bucky and Steve.

“Sorry, I’m late. Continue with what you were discussing before I walked in.” You crossed your legs while Thor spoke.

“Our intel has Brock staying in Brooklyn but we don’t have a location. The word in Hydra is that he plans to fly out of New York tonight on a private jet from JFK airport. Rumor is that’s where he flies out of normally.” 

You slightly leaned forward and nodded your head. “You’re correct. His plane will be there. He talked about taking me to the Caribbean where his money is in a bank. When I was taking photos and sending them to you Tony there were accounts listed. I’m sure if you look through them we can find his offshore account and drain it of all the funds. That will get him out of hiding. Hit him where it hurts since the FBI has arrested all of his associates and taken the weapons he was trying to sell.”

Steve smiled proudly at you as he spoke. “I have to say, she is right. Hit him hard in the wallet and he’ll come crawling out of his hiding place.” 

Tony grinned at you and stood up. “Well let me see what I can dig up on my computers.” He excused himself and headed to his office, followed by Rhodey. 

“While Tony is doing that we need to strategize, bring Fury and the FBI into this. I want to see that man rot in prison for the rest of his pathetic life.” You angrily said to everyone in the room. 

“We will make sure that happens, doll.” Bucky put a hand on your knee. 

“We’re with you till the end of the line,” Steve reassured you, his hand grabbing yours. 

You shook your head, your lips curling into a sinister grin. “Well let’s get started.”

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[mythomars]

Something Special

Last mission had been a hard one. Nothing was particularly special about it, just some guy trying to take over the world…again. Clint had already forgotten the name and he didn't really care, all he wanted was to be done with the day. Of course the day seemed to have other plans. Everyone had gathered in the main room of the mansion, relaxing all around each other. It wasn't an awkward silence by any means; it was comfortable. With only the soft scratching of Steve’s pencil while he drew filling the void. The rest of the team was half asleep, still in uniform.

T’challa enters the main room with water and some snacks then disperses them to anyone who wants them before sitting next to Hawkeye. Clint’s heart fluttered a little as he looked over. He had liked the Panther for a while but being that he was a king meanwhile Clint was just some guy he never bothered to say anything. Though it wasn't lost on T’challa how much more time Clint was spending in the lab whenever the Panther was there. Clint however, played it off as wanting to bug Tony and steal the stashes of snacks.

The Panther passes over a water bottle to Clint and he graciously accepts, downing half the bottle as soon as it was in his hands. T’challa takes off his mask then rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes. Clint couldn't help but watch as T’challa also drank a good amount of water. The Panther didn't take his mask off often around the team so Clint took his time noticing how soft and full T’challa’s lips looked or how his eyes glimmered in the setting sunlight. The Panther notices Clint’s staring and he looks back in slight confusion; the Hawk busies himself by inspecting an arrow and adjusting his hood in an attempt to hide the blush creeping onto his face. T’challa continues his look for a moment before coming to a seemingly satisfying conclusion in his mind then too busied himself with his phone.

Clint didn't realize he was falling asleep till his head fell onto T’challa’s shoulder but by then he was too exhausted to move away and Panther didn't seem to mind so he fell asleep right there. If anyone saw T’challa pull Clint a little closer they didn't say anything. Clint also didn't mention that he woke up tucked in his bed with his bow and quiver right by the night stand. He tried not to think about how easy it must've been for T’challa to carry him up here as he walked to the kitchen.

You would think Clint would get used to seeing everyone in domestic regular clothes and for the most part he has but T’challa has to be messing with him at this point. T’challa chose to wear a somewhat tight purple shirt and a pair of black baggy sweatpants. There really was nothing special about the outfit but Clint was captivated. He was so lost staring at the Panther he almost missed Cap making pancakes. Only reason he pulled his eyes away was because he was starving after not taking a snack before passing out.

Clint really tried to keep these thoughts out of his head. He knew Panther only saw him as a friend and nothing more. But it was so hard to do so when T’challa had his big soft hands on Clint’s face, checking for damages after a sparring session. Now Clint wishes he had those hands everywhere on his body. Clint desperately pushes those thoughts away so he doesnt start blushing and melting under T’challa’s gentle and observant gaze.

T’challa knows exactly what he's doing to Clint. He’s known since the near beginning when Clint started to show his interest. Now T’challa is just messing with him but he's also waiting for a good time to actually show his interest in a proper way; he doesn't want any other Avengers present. Despite them all being his friends he wants this to be an intimate moment between him and Clint and not have Tony make comedic quips during the entire thing. Although it is admittedly fun to watch Clint squirm and blush while T’challa waits for the perfect moment.

Eventually T’challa gets his moment. Thor is off in Asgard, Hulk and Wasp are on patrol, Hank is talking with the Fantastic Four and Cap and Iron Man are taking down some rogue Hydra goons. Clint sits in the main room playing some game while T’challa watches as he pretends to read. This is the first time the king has actually felt nervous about this entire thing. He’s certain Clint has more experience than him in the dating field and he wasn't quite sure how to go about this.

T’challa eventually stands up and walks over to Clint, taking the controller out of his hands. Before Clint can protest, T'challa kisses Clint on the lips. Clint freezes for a moment and T’challa worries hes royally fucked up and misread the situation entirely. T’challa begins to pull away but Clint quickly wraps his arms around The Panther and deepens the kiss. T’challa gently pushes his tongue against Clint’s lips and Clint happily obliges and parts his lips enough for T’challa to slip his soft tongue into Clint’s mouth and Clint is thrown into another world of bliss as Panther’s sharp canines scrape his bottom lip. They eventually reluctantly pull apart, the only sound being their soft pants.

“Could you not have waited ‘till I finished my game?” Clint quipped jokingly. T’challa only chuckles in response. They spent the rest of the evening together in the main room, not needing to speak. They both knew something special had formed between them.

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Where you goin, Star?

Bucky x Reader

BikerAU

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 17

Warnings: swearing

Star groaned when her alarm went off, exhausted from turbulent sleep and noticed her right hand was hurting when she tried to rub her eyes. She looked at her bruised knuckles in confusion, trying to remember how she hurt her hand. She tried to scooch away from Bucky to go to the bathroom but he just pulled her closer and mumbled into her hair.

Star sighed "Bucky, I really need to pee and it's almost time to get up."

He finally relented and she went to use the bathroom and take a shower.

When she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel she saw Bucky looking at his phone and her mouth fell open.

She sat next to him and gently touched the bruises "Jamie? What happened to your eye? Did you get into a fight?"

Bucky chuckled "No, that's all you, slugger." and smirked at her

She hid her face "What? I did that? Ohmygod! I'm so sorry Jamie, you seem to get caught up in my worst moments."

Bucky smiled at her "Your worst is better than the best day without you. I'm good with it." He pulled the sheet off of her head "Today should be a good day. The attorneys are going to wrap up their cases and then we wait for the jury. It'll all be over soon."

She kissed him softly "I can't wait to go back to my life. I've really missed my horses. With 8 or 12 months training we all should be back in shape to show. Hopefully."

Bucky deflated a little, what if she didn't need him anymore, once the trial was over and John was gone for good.

"Have you got everything all worked out for when you can go home? Back to the Pierce estate?

She shook her head "Ugh, I've always hated that house. My father made it feel like a prison. I think I have a good idea for repurposing it but I'm still working out the details.

No, I'm gonna go back to my house and work at my stable, without anyone looking over my shoulder or telling me what to do, I want to get my life back and leave this mess behind.

Bucky nodded sadly "After everything you've been through, that makes sense. You lost all your freedom and autonomy so it seems natural that you want to get that back."

Y/N leaned up and kissed his chin "Hey, Jamie." He looked in her eyes "You realize that you are a big part of what I want to take back. My house is pretty big. Not a mansion but 4 bedrooms and an office, pool and all that. It's right next to the stable so heaven.

It'll take a bit to get some of my programs back up and running but I'll get it there."

She looked at the clock and then pushed on his arm "It's time to get moving. It's already 6 and we need to be there at 8 so get your ass in the shower."

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Once they were at court the closing arguments didn't include anything new or game changing and the jury went to deliberate.

Before they had even left the parking lot her attorneys phone rang and they were called back. He told Star that was a good sign and Bucky held her hand as they walked back.

The verdict was more than she could have asked for, John was found guilty on all counts of rape, abuse and everything else he had done to her. The sentencing hearing was in 2 weeks and the trial regarding his political crimes was scheduled for next month.

John Walker's carefully crafted life was falling apart in front of his eyes and he couldn't do anything about any of it. To add insult to injury he saw that dirty biker kissing his now ex wife in the middle of the courtroom.

John swore and threw some names at Star but she just laughed "You have no power over me John. Our unfortunate association is done and you are nothing but a sad little man that's going away." She blew him a kiss and left with Bucky.

That evening, Tony insisted on taking everyone out to celebrate. They went to one of the best restaurants in the city and closed the place down. They didn't leave until after 3am and the only one who was sober was Happy, since he was the driver.

Y/N and Bucky were attached at the hip, each feeling nervous about what comes next and unwilling to let go of the other.

When they arrived back at Stark tower, Bucky had to help Star keep upright until they made it to her rooms. Once inside he propped her up against the door and kissed her deeply, only pulling away when he needed to breathe. He looked at her with heart eyes until he realized something, then looked away and picked her up to carry to her room.

Star never stopped kissing and nibbling on his neck, pulling his hair which made him groan. He set her gently on the bed, then tried to pull away but she wasn't having it.

"Jamie" she whined "Please, stay. I need you."

"I'm just going to get you some water and pain killers, or you'll regret it in the morning."

He returned and coaxed her to take the pills and drink the water.

She laid back down and pulled him with her, grabbing at his shirt to remove it.

Bucky sighed and stopped her gently "You need to get some sleep doll, we can't do this right now."

Star looked up at him and slurred "But, why. I thought you wanted me. I thought-" her eyes filled with tears.

He shushed her softly "No, Star. I do want you honey but not like this. I want you to remember every detail and you're too drunk right now. I promise I'm yours, for as long as you want me but I don't want our first time back together to be when you can't consent and won't remember. I'll still be here in the morning if you still interested and up for it." He took his jeans off and climbed into bed with her only to realize she was already passed out.

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Star woke with a groan, quickly moving her arm to cover her eyes even though the room was pretty dark. The smell of coffee and bacon hit her and her stomach clenched, making her bolt to the bathroom to empty it.

When she was empty she brushed her teeth then wandered out to the kitchen. Bucky was over the stove making bacon and eggs.

"There's my morning Star, how are you feeling?" He asked cheerfully, offering a mug of coffee.

Star growled as she accepted "How can you be so bright eyed and cheerful after all you drank last night."

He chuckled "I didn't drink near as much as you did and I have some crazy high tolerance after the military and my profession as a dirty biker." He looked at her, smirking.

"I don't remember much after we arrived at the restaurant. Tony kept ordering round after round and, yeah. That's I-" she paled, "I'm gonna be sick" and ran to the bathroom.

Bucky took the food off of the stove and hurried after her but the door was locked "You ok Star?"

"Yeah" she yelped "I'll be out in a few."

Star held in the tears until she heard him walk away and could let them out. She remembered bits of last night, most importantly how she threw herself at him and he turned her down. His explanation was fuzzy but the bottom line was that he didn't want her. All the loving words and actions drained from her memory and all she could see or feel was the rejection. She was a fool for thinking he would still want her after everything, convincing herself that he helped her out of guilt but would be leaving her behind soon since John was out of the way.

When her stomach stopped heaving she brushed her teeth again, washed her face and went back to the kitchen.

"Are you ok sweetheart? Do you want to try to eat something?"

Star nodded without saying anything and swallowed down as much food as ahe could stand. Once she finished she just sat there sipping her coffee.

"Hey, Star did I say something? Are younsure you're ok?"

She tried not to look at him but he cupped her cheek and felt the tears on her cheek "Why are you crying baby? Please let me help."

She spoke so softly he almost didn't hear her "you dont have to stay."

He looked at her confused "But I want to stay. Unless you want me to go."

She shrugged "Well, the trial is over and John is going away for awhile and I'm going to move back home. You shouldn't stay with me out of guilt."

"What? Baby, I told you I want to be with you. Forever. I meant that when I said it 3 years ago and I meant it yesterday. You don't be rid of me so easily."

He pulled her into him. "I'll tell you every single day if it'll convince you. I love you Star and want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She looked up at him with tear filled eyes "You sure you won't get tired of my insecurities?"

"Positive but I also plan to help assuage your insecurity by always being here for you." He kissed her on the nose "Promise.

Now, don't we have some packing to do, so we can go home?"

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Chapter 18

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