#u need to CHILL STEVIE

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The NEED to tease stevie with your boobs though 😩😭 like anything, anywhere. Not wearing a bra on a hot summer day so he’ll see your nipples when they pebble in the breeze, driving home and randomly taking your shirt off to distract him, wearing tiny tiny bikini tops to swim in his pool, acting concerned and asking him if one’s bigger than the other and tbfh he’s not even listening. Just driving that boy crazy with your tits 😌

hehe thank u for the ask nonnie!! i’m dubbing this… menace!reader…. bcos that’s what u are, u little minx <3 afab!reader, MDNI this entire blog is 18+ but also no smut in this one!

“Are you trying to kill me?”

You pretend to consider his question thoughtfully, humming as you drop your chin into your palm. The car rumbles beneath you. You’re sure your grin is nothing short of a cheshire grin.

“Don’t know what you mean, Stevie.”

Steve manages a glare between his glances at the road, out the windshield. It’s quiet out on the road, a stretch of burning hot asphalt stretching out before you. Hawkins Pool is entirely too crowded today. Naturally, you and Steve have decided on heading further out to cool off beneath the climbing spring-time temperatures.

It also means you’re wearing barely anything to combat the heat.

“Shut up,” Steve scoffs. He takes his eyes off the road to look you up and down again. His eyes get stuck on your chest, staring at you tight tank-top that does little to cover the cherry red bikini beneath it. It looks like it pains him to drag his eyes back to the road.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

His hand reaches out, fingers curling around your thigh. He gives it a quick squeeze, chiding and eager all at once.

“Mmm,” You hum again, covering his hand with your own. You give it a little pat and then lean over to wind the window down, twisting the handle once, twice.

Wind rushes in, still cooler than the inside of the car which had been slowing heating sitting in Steve’s driveway all morning. The chill coats your skin, a flush of cool air sending a shiver over your body— you feel your nipples pebble in response.

It’s comical, watching Steve’s hair muss up as his gaze flicks rapidly between the road and the passenger seat. He sputters.

“That’s not— you are-” He cuts himself off with a throaty growl, eyes fixed on the road as he shifts across the car. His large hand moves from your thighs to clutches the knob and you watch as his bicep bulges gloriously, pumping the window handle to close it.

It closes much faster at his hand, closing with a hiss, than it did opening at yours. Muscles and all. You drool a little.

“—Unbelievable. You are unbelievable.” He finishes. The heat of his words is lost when he glances down at your tits once again. There’s this adorable pink in the apples of his cheeks.

Something in you gleans at how easy he is to rile up. You smile.

“Fine, no window.” You concede.

You slip your arm under the seatbelt and get a good grip on the fabric bunched around your waist. Steve manages a quiet What are you—? before it dissolves into an Oh my god as you pull the shirt off. It’s thin enough that it barely makes a difference in the heat but you make a show of it anyways.

“Whew,” You slip back beneath your seatbelt and fan yourself dramatically. “That’s much better.”

Steve’s hand on your thigh tightens. You hear how hard his head smack back against the headrest, even if it is smothered by his loud groan. You can’t tell if it’s in complaint or appreciation. Probably both.

“You can’t wait?” He whines, his fingers squeezing your flesh a little. “We’re like, 5 miles out. I can deal with you then, I promise.”

He steals a glimpse your way and can’t resist another look down at your chest. Keeping most of his focus on driving straight, a bit of it slips away as his hand moves to fiddle with the string of your bikini.

“This is a nice one.” He says, far too nice for how much you’ve been teasing him. Too bad you’re not feeling merciful.

“Thanks baby,” you murmur slyly. Your hand creeps up and dusts over his, heading for the knot at the back of your neck. It only takes one well targeted tug for the knot to release the strings and at the same time, the car swerves an inch, and Steve’s hand jumps up to grab them. It’s a miracle — or maybe he’s a well coordinated jock — but he manages to wrangle both of them and the car. A giggle pushes past your lips.

“Oh my God, I never thought I’d say this,” Steve says, releasing the strings to grasp both hands on the steering wheel very tightly. The bikini falls. Steve looks like he might be in pain, glancing out the drivers side window, his bottom lip trapped in his teeth. “But please put your boobs away.”

You giggle again, even as you gather the straps and re-tie it, not too keen on being exposed as it is. Regardless, it seems entirely worth it for Steve’s flushed face and his shifting hips. His swimming trunks hide… nothing. Finally, only when you’re shucked your shirt back on, tugging it down to cover your tummy, does Steve glance back at you.

His glorious pink face hadn’t faded but he has this grin that promises all sort of trouble, mixing with his fondness for you. “Y’know, I think you really are tryna kill me.”

“Death by boobs?”

“Hey,” Steve grins. “There are worse ways to go.”

#jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #do we likeeeeee? #wrote it in like an hour so! we’ll see! #it’s finally getting warm where i live hallelujah

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something infinite • part six

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART SIX A N D I T ‘ S S U C H A S H A M E

part six of something infinite – ferris wheel at 8 and another chance to see where this thing with steve is taking you, but when his friends find out will he be able to handle it? | ( 4k, fluff, lots of angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U L Y 1 9 8 7 🎶 cold and holy, mono moon

You could see lights and hear the music from the Hawkins Fourth of July Celebration all the way from your aunt’s house. The field was close enough you could walk and everyone had decided to meet up there before leaving together.

“Jonathan don’t forget, Will needs to be back after the fireworks!”

“I know mom, I got it. After the fireworks.”

“And if you go back out just be safe, make good decisions?”

“Yeah, of course mom. Good decisions.”

“Hop’s on his way down there, so if you need anything–”

“Mom, we’ll be okay.”

Listening to Joyce give Jonathan the usual going-out lecture, your leg jiggled nervously as you sat on the porch swing waiting for her to just let you all go already.

Steve hadn’t come to eat dinner before and you couldn’t blame him. You didn’t think Hop would kill him, but if you were Steve you probably wouldn’t have tested that theory, so you’d spent the entirety of the evening asking Robin the time. Yanking Dustin’s arm to look at his calculator watch. Getting teased by literally everyone there.

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“What if it stops while you’re at the top??”

“Is he a good kisser?”

“Did he–wait–what, Max?”

“What? It’s a legit question.”

“Dude, are you kidding? I’m not gonna tell any of you anything,” you shot back to a chorus of groans and swear words. Eddie shot you a grin as Lucas asked Max again why she needed to know if Steve was a good kisser and then Robin’s hand suddenly slapped the top of your thigh.

“Chill. You’re gonna, like, take off into space.”

“I am not, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, okay. You’ve only been checking the time literally every minute. We’re gonna get there on time. Promise. You won’t miss out on round two with old Stevie boy.”

You fixed Robin with a look and let out a small sigh of relief as finally Jonathan came out to the porch, “Okay, let’s get outta here–wait! Will! Mike! You gotta stay close!” He didn’t hardly get a word out before the younger kids all took off and he and Nancy chased after them, leaving you, Eddie and Robin to bring up the rear.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’ve never seen Steve like this before,” Robin said giving you a grin, but it softened the longer she looked at you, “It’s nice.”

“It is nice, isn’t it,” Eddie repeated like he’d just had an epiphany. “God, he’s like himself around you. Sweet Stevie. The one we all love,” Eddie said giving your arm a squeeze, his fingers shining all silver in the moonlight.

“Oh great, no pressure,” you joked, trying to make light of the situation, but they both gave you a look and you felt your cheeks flush. “Alright, it’s not like we’re sending out wedding invitations,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t help the little flicker in your chest that was growing by the day. The one you held for this boy. This brown-eyed, messy-haired, obnoxious, beautiful boy.

“Okay, but like, when you do send them, we’re both invited right?” Robin asked, face all serious and you shoved her.

“Shut up.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, dingus.”

“And love me too?”

“Yes. Love you too, Eddie.”

“Good.”

The fair was bright and loud and full of screaming children and sugar highs and summer and you felt your nerves creeping back in as the ferris wheel came into view.

“What time is it?” you asked Dustin again, grabbing his wrist, but this time he yanked it back.

“Time for you to get a watch. God. You have like five minutes, get the hell out of here,” and he gave you a gentle shove away from the rest of the group.

Max and Lucas made kissy faces at you. Mike and Dustin had gotten wrapped up talking game strategy, but Will and El each gave you a thumbs up. Eddie and Robin, well, they were less than appropriate as Jonathan and Nancy struggled to pull them away from each other and you couldn’t help laughing as you walked away. Walked toward the ferris wheel. The damn ferris wheel.

You have like five minutes.

How long did it take to get over there? Was he waiting for you? Was your outfit okay?

Your feet did all the work for you as your brain ran through every horrible scenario that could possibly happen and when you finally looked up from the ground you realized you’d reached it. Your meeting point.

The ride towered over you and you felt your stomach sink as the music playing on the old, shitty speakers tried to project happiness and joy, but all you felt was dread. It was so high up. Taking in a breath you attempted to reassure yourself, but a voice behind you made you jump, your moment of peace shattered.

“Hi,” Steve was grinning at you, holding cotton candy in one hand and a giant soda in the other, just like he’d promised.

“Hi,” you shook your head and gave him a tiny scowl, “Scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh, sorry. Did you need to hit the bathroom first, or…?”

“Shut up.”

Steve grinned, “Kidding. Here. Blue, just like you asked and 7-Up.” He held both things out to you, giving you the option, and you felt your own grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Big spender, huh?” you took the cotton candy and wrapped a tiny blue cloud around your finger.

“Had to. It’s your first fair. If we fuck this up we can’t go back,” he said seriously, taking a drink of soda, tentatively resting his hand on your lower back. When you didn’t shy away you caught his grin soften into a smile as he looked up at the ferris wheel and you felt the flame in your chest flicker again. God, you really liked this boy.

“Off to a decent start,” you teased, leaning into him and taking another tiny pinch of cotton candy, but this time you stayed close as he pulled you into line.

“Okay, so it’s the easiest thing ever. You just jump into your little carriage thingy and they close the gate and then it turns around super slow for, I dunno, five minutes? Thrilling,” he explained, wiggling his brows at you and pointing with the giant cup of soda in his hand.

“Sounds like it,” you laughed, but the longer you looked at the ride the more the knot in your stomach twisted. Clearing your throat you tried to sound casual, but your apprehension was obvious, “We won’t like…get stuck up there. Right?”

Steve looked down at you, all joking aside, and gave you one of his warm smiles, “No. And even if we do, you got me up there with you so. It’ll be fine.”

“Great. Perfect.”

“Hey,” he tapped a finger on your nose. “We’re not gonna get stuck, Princess. I promise,” and as he pulled you in closer at your waist you believed him.

The metal clanking of the ferris wheel turning to life shook the pod you sat in, thigh to thigh next to Steve, and as it started to lift you up into the air you felt your heart going with it. The stars were like countless glittering pin pricks in the inky black sky and you let the feeling wrap around you all hazy and bright.

Your pod swung jerky for a minute as the giant wheel moved along and your hand flew out to grab hold of Steve’s arm.

“S’okay,” he gave you a little grin, hand finding yours to tangle your fingers together. If your stomach hadn’t already flipped over from the loss of gravity it did then at his touch.

“I’m fine,” you tried to sound brave, but it was a miserable attempt.

“Oh. Okay. Well, if you need anything I’m literally right next to you, so…” his grin softened and you could feel him looking at you. You decided to look back, but only as a distraction from how high you were climbing into the air.

“Lucky me.”

“Yup. So, how is it? Everything you dreamed of and more?”

“And more,” you attempted a joke, but held your breath as the pod stuttered and Steve squeezed your hand again. “Cotton candy is top notch, soda isn’t too bad, and this ride hasn’t killed me yet. I do have one complaint…” you let out a tiny exhale and tried to give him a grin.

“A complaint?” nerves flickered on his face for a second.

“Yeah. I didn’t get a bear yet. And I feel like that’s a pretty integral part of the fair experience.” Steve bit back a laugh and then took on a very serious expression.

“So sorry to hear that,” he started, trying very hard to maintain his concern, “We’ll fix that right away. Just so happens your date holds the record for most free throws in a row, so, should be able to get you a bear in no time.”

“Most free throws in a row?” you broke first, a skeptical smile cracking your face and he huffed a laugh.

“What? I do. Why’s that funny?”

“You’re a dork,” you say back, but it doesn’t hold any bite and when you glance away you realize how far away the world has fallen, all the little people below milling around like tiny ants, your soda and Steve’s flannel waiting for you all the way at the bottom. You swallow thickly and screw your eyes shut, taking in a steadying breath. Steve squeezes your hand again.

“Hey. We’re okay. Here, look at me,” his fingers gently tucked under your chin to lift it and when you finally opened your eyes he was smiling at you so sweet and soft and you felt the anxiety that had been clutching at your chest melt away. “See?” his eyes were warm, flecks of gold swimming in honey, and you felt like you were going to float away.

God, he was so pretty it hurt.

You knew what you wanted to say, the words were loaded and ready to fall out, but you couldn’t find the bravery. The look in his eyes was making your brain feel all mushy, but when his hand dropped away you ached for his touch and it was all the motivation you needed.

“Kiss me.”

Biting in a grin his hand moved back to your chin, holding it gently between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it just so. “Second time is usually better,” he quoted you, voice low and warm and the air crackled between you, electric, like sparks from a fire.

“Usually,” your voice was a whisper as his eyes closed, long lashes sweeping against his cheeks, and you felt yours fluttering shut too as he pulled you in to catch your lips with his.

The first time had been curious. Tentative. New. But this was braver. Bold. Wanting. Faintly familiar. He tasted like cotton candy and soda, like spearmint gum and summer and you wanted more. Twisting in your seat to face him, he took the cue and wrapped his arms tight around your waist, tugging you impossibly closer. A tiny gasp escaped you as he pulled you in, taking you both by surprise, but Steve recovered and grinned into the kiss, letting your bottom lip go with a small pop.

“Get a room!” someone in the pod above you laughed and you felt your cheeks flush, but you were grinning just as stupid as Steve was.

“Better?” he asked, smug and already knowing your answer.

“Hmm. Yes, but you’ve set the bar pretty high for yourself, genius,” you teased.

“S’fine, I like a challenge,” he lifted a hand to tuck a couple of flyaways behind your ear, still pressed into you as the ferris wheel slowed, creaking and protesting against the ceasing of movement. You wished you could stay close like that forever, but a voice shook you back to reality.

“Alright, everybody off!” the grizzled ride operator appeared at your gate. Rolling his eyes at the state of you both he undid the lock, hurrying you out for the next group of impatient couples who wanted what you’d just had.

“Jeez, maybe you should give him a kiss,” you muttered as the operator walked away and Steve poked at your ribs.

“He wishes.”

As you left the platform, Steve scooped your giant soda off the railing and handed it over, “Here, hold this for a minute, I’m gonna grab my flannel.”

You took a sip and turned to get out of the way of the growing line of people when something, someone, ran smack into you. With a Pop! the giant cup of 7-Up in your hand busted open, spilling all down the front of your shirt.

“Shit,” you sucked in a gasp, the cold soda soaking through to your bare skin, shirt ruined, but before you could say anything else you heard laughing. Not I’m-Having-Fun laughing. More like What-A-Fucking-Mess laughing and you glanced up to see a brown haired boy looking down at you.

He was tall, cheeks smattered with dense freckles, lips twisted up into a smirk as he laughed and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten.

“God, freak, watch where you’re going,” he snarked.

“Didn’t know there’d be a wet t-shirt contest,” another boy behind him snickered, blonde hair set across his brow just-so, and he elbowed his friend with a wicked grin.

“Gross,” a red headed girl next to them quirked a judgmental brow at you, nose crinkled up in disgust.

Cheeks burning you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You didn’t know who these assholes were, but somehow they’d devoured every bit of your confidence in that moment just by looking at you.

Soaked and feeling the soda drying in a sticky mess on your bare skin you glanced over your shoulder for Steve, but you didn’t have to look far as he walked up on the four of you.

“Hey, sorry that guy tried to give me someone else’s–” but when he looked up from the ground the color drained from his face. “Tommy?” fell out of his mouth.

Tommy. Your stomach dropped.

“Harrington? What the fuck are you doing here with a Byers?”

Steve’s eyes flicked from Tommy to you and back again, his fingers fumbling with the flannel he held in his hands. It was like he was stuck, short circuiting, debating.

“Harrington?” the blonde boy repeated and it seemed to shake him.

“Oh, hah, yeah that asshole at the ferris wheel asked me to give this back,” he hastily shoved the wadded up fabric into your sticky soda hands making you fumble the empty paper cup to the ground.

“Always taking on the charity cases, Steve. C’mon. We’re supposed to go to Kyle’s. His brother got a keg,” the girl gave you another disapproving look and rolled her eyes.

You were frozen in place as you listened to the exchange. As if you hadn’t just kissed like you were the only two people left on earth. Like he hadn't just promised he'd be there for you. Like you hadn't shared everything over the last month. Like you hadn't shared you.

The shift in Steve’s body language made your insides hurt, made you want to throw up, made you want to go home and scrub him off of you. He’d turned away, shoved his hands into his pockets instead of reaching for yours, and you could see his tongue darting out to lick at his lips nervously.

“Give this back?” you repeated, tone edged with venom, “Charity case?” Steve finally looked down at you as spat your words out and the cool facade he’d tried so hard to put on cracked a bit, driving you further. “I’m sorry, we’re on a date,” you clarified for everyone and silence lingered for a moment before everyone but you and Steve burst into laughter.

“A date? With Harrington? No fucking way.”

Silence.

“Wait, seriously?”

“I–what I mean is–we didn’t–” Steve fumbled over his words and something in you snapped.

“We didn’t what? What was that then?” you threw a hand back over your shoulder at the ferris wheel, “What was that?”

“Oh shit, someone’s pissed,” Tommy laughed, high-pitched as he watched your face turn sour and Steve stayed silent. You practically shoved him over with the force you used to drive the flannel back into his stomach and started to walk away, throat tightening as you fought back tears.

Steve seized up again as he listened to Tommy squealing, listened to Kyle wolf whistle after you, listened to Carol drawl on in her nasally, annoying tone.

“Bye, freak!”

“God, what a mess.”

“Fucking weirdo.”

Something in him swelled, was building to a peak as they yelled after you and laughed and snickered and god he couldn’t take it anymore.

Steve broke.

“God, shut the hell up, Tommy! Just. Shut. Up,” Steve hissed, rounding on the other boy and getting right in his face. Kyle and Carol both stopped, mouths dropping open into little ‘o’s.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Tommy shook his head, a mixture of irritation and confusion on his face.

“You. You’re what’s wrong with me. You’re such a dick. All the time.”

“Me? Oh that’s rich, Harrington. Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” Tommy took a step closer to Steve. His tone held an edge to it, dangerous, like it could tip one way or the other and it hinged on what Steve said next.

“Yeah? Okay. I’m tired of your shit. I’m tired of the way you’re always dragging everyone, including Kyle,” Kyle’s face shifted in shock. “You’re so hung up on stupid shit that doesn’t matter. We’re not on the basketball team anymore, Tommy. We’re not in high school. It’s over. And you cheat on Carol pretty much anytime she’s out of town.”

“You what?” Carol looked like she could kill Tommy and Tommy’s face was burning, fists in balls at his sides.

“You’re no saint,” Tommy snapped at Steve, “You’re always talking shit about Carol. Telling me Kyle’s a little bitch. Have since we were Freshman. King Steve right? You’re the worst out of all of us!” Tommy thrust his hands up into Steve’s chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, and pulled him in close. “Don’t fucking tell me I’m the one to blame.”

It was like an instinct, Steve’s hands flinging into Tommy and shoving him away, following after as he stumbled backwards. Tommy started laughing again.

“What’re you gonna do Harrington? You gonna hit me?”

“Yeah. I am,” and as Steve walked up on the boy he loosed a punch into Tommy’s jaw, the smack of skin on skin loud against the fair music.

“Shit,” Tommy hissed, fingers gingerly touching the spot on his face where a bruise had started to bloom and when he looked back up at Steve he had fire in his eyes. Picking up a sprint Tommy lunged at him, grabbing Steve around the knees and shoving them both to the ground. He threw one, two, three punches – Steve’s nose, his jaw, his cheek.

“Tommy, stop! Hopper’s coming!”

And it was over as quick as it started. Tommy clambered off Steve, Kyle and Carol hot on his heels as they took off into the crowd. Hopper shoved past the last two people in his way and let out a grunt of frustration.

“You shits! Get back here! God dammit,” stopping where Steve was still laid out in the grass he shook his head, grumbling curses under his breath. “Alright, kid?” he offered the boy a hand.

“Not really,” Steve touched his lip and brought away blood on his fingers as Hop pulled him onto his feet.

“Yeah, you don’t look great. I’d say you should get home, but if I were you I’d fix that first,” Hopper pointed to your figure, still walking to the edge of the field and Steve didn’t need any convincing as he took off at a sprint.

“Hey! We were just about to get a spot on the grass–” Eddie saw you coming up on them at the edge of the fairgrounds, but his words cut short when he saw the look on your face. “Damn, are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, but you walked right past him, Steve not too far behind.

“What the hell, Steve?” you heard Robin snap at him as your feet carried you further away, and then everyone joined in.

“Oh shit, what happened?”

“Who did that to you?”

“It was Tommy–” Steve tried to get a word in.

“Tommy? I’m gonna kill him!”

“Go fix it!”

“Jesus. I know! I’m going!” Steve scrambled across the ground, shoes slipping against the unkept grass, hair wild and heart pounding in his chest.

You should’ve started running too, but he was too fast and you could hear him sucking in breaths as he closed the gap between you.

“Wait, wait, wait. C’mon. Please wait,” Steve’s hand tried to wrap around your wrist, but you flung it away.

As you turned around you saw his split lip, the lilac bruise that crept across his cheek and jaw, all jammy and purple like plums in summer and worry tugged at your heart, but you tried to shove it away. Tried to keep hold of your anger.

“Who did that to you, Tommy?” and Steve kept his mouth shut, frame crumpling a little as you took him in. “Did he?”

“Yeah.”

“God. Why?” you said under your breath, but then he grabbed your hand and your heart stuttered.

"Please.”

Your eyes traced a path from your hands, up his arm, across the moles dotting his cheek, hair all messy and swept across his forehead. When your eyes finally met his, deep and hazy and brown, your heart ached. The look on his face wrecked you. Broke your heart into tiny little pieces and when you spoke again it was wobbly.

“What, d’you want to pile on? Get a good laugh in?” the sob that was clawing up your throat tried to strangle you, but you fought it back. Determined to not let him see you cry.

“No, no it’s not like that, I–”

“What are we, Steve?” the first time you said his name and it was like a curse on your tongue and it hurt.

“I–I like you. I want you.”

“And your ‘friends’?” it was like you’d sucked the air out of his lungs.

“Tommy just gets worked up–”

“No. Tommy? Your ‘friends’? Are assholes. They treat you like shit,” he looked like you’d just punched him and you felt guilt creeping in, but you had to keep going, “It’s simple. You’d rather fit in, be ‘popular’ or whatever. And that’s fine, but I don’t want to get dragged along for the ride. I can’t.”

You left out how your heart felt like it was being crushed in a vice. Left out how much it hurt to watch him just stand there while Tommy and Carol and Kyle laughed. Left out how much it sucked getting lied to.

He’s our dingus. He’ll come around, you’ll see.

Just give him a chance.

He’s got a big heart, he just needs someone who isn’t going to break it.

Steve let your words sink in, standing there in the wheat field while stale fair music played in the background, mocking the weight of the conversation, making everything that had happened before seem like a joke. What was he supposed to do, tell you his friends were ‘just acting up’? Pretend like they weren’t assholes? Pretend like he hadn’t deserved it?

He couldn’t justify his actions or words just by telling you he got his ass kicked for speaking up after you’d left. Couldn’t tell you it was all even now, because it wasn’t and he knew it. He owed you more than that and you weren’t ready for it.

So he shut up and kept his mouth closed.

And your feet moved you away from him.

You could hear the fireworks starting behind you, but you didn’t dare turn around. The tears were coming faster now, your shoulders shaking as your walk turned into a jog and then a run. Long stalks of wheat whipped against your thighs, whoosh whoosh whoosh, Steve’s voice fading away in the distance as he said your name over and over into the dark.

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

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steddie hc

eddie secretly loves the beatles. steve is the only one that knows this. why? well, he and stevie boy were hanging out (lets be real they were sucking face) and steve got up to switch the record bc their last one finished. 

“Steve where you goin’?”

“To change it up a bit”

“Babe, I love you but if u put on another ABBA album I’m gonna kill you”

“Jesus, Munson, no need to be so harsh. I said i wand gonna change it up”

ok so he puts on a beatles album right? and sits back down next to eddie (he was probably sitting on eddie’s lap) and while my guitar gently weeps started playing. idk they were probably just soul gazing and playing with each others hair until eddie started humming the song. steve, being steve, was full out singing. my man is a HUGE beatles fan. so steve noticed eddie humming and…

“EDDIE YOU LIKE THE BEATLES???? SINCE WHEN????? IS THIS A NEW THING?????”

“Nope! I’ve always liked them”

“AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME!!!”

“I didn’t think it was that important!! Also its like my guilty pleasure band so no one knows”

“Eddie, this is VITAL information for our relationship”

“Is it?”

“YES!!!!”

“Ok, chill babe”

then steve starts jumping up and down saying “my boyfriend likes the beatles!” and eddie cannot and will not stop smiling. then he stops and asks,

“Wait, how and why? Because I only thought u listened to metal?” 

then eddie explains the backstory (i got lost here, idfk wayne maybe his parents had some beatles stuff)

steve is SO happy that eddie, his metalhead bf likes something chill and calm like the freaking beatles! steve starts asking if eddie can play here comes the sun on guitar and eds’s says yes. they talk about it for a good 20 minutes before eddie asks steve,

“Steve, why are you so excited by this?”

“I don’t know I mean, we’re almost nothing alike. And you know, these people in movies, the couples that are different, they usually don’t last. And I don’t know I just thought that if we had something in common then-“

“We would last”

“I know it sounds dumb but, I really want us to last, Eddie”

“And we will. So what if we’re completely different? I don’t care. The only thing I care about is you and your happiness”

“Aww Eddie! Wanna know the only thing I care about?”

“Pretty sure I can guess it but go ahead, baby”

“The fact that you, a metalhead love the beatles, a hippie band!

“I never said love!”

“You implied it!”

“You’re the worst, Harrington”

“You love me anyway”

“Damn right I do”

they kiss and that’s the end. idk just a thought

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #the beatles

[call-me-mmephistopheles]

ajksld im a dumbass with nothing better to do so here’s my st4 music headcannons

steve only listens to like Kenny Loggins and shit so when robin introduces him to the gay music steve’s like “wtf is this.” and robin’s like “gay ppl music :)” and he’s like “but i’m not gay” and robin just maniacally laughs

dustin strictly listening to movie soundtracks and lucas constantly being like “bro broaden your horizons”

dustin just shoots back with “all u listen to is Kate Bush and The Temptations shut up” and lucas is like “i also like Earth Wind and Fire :(“ and dustin just goes “ur further proving my point”

mike likes more chill stuff like U2 and The Cars and honestly will introduced him to most of it so they have pretty similar music taste

i can imagine will falling asleep to The Police, Queen, Simple Minds, etc. (especially (Don’t You) Forget About Me by Simple Minds because he feels like he’s being distanced from everyone and moving to cali didn’t exactly help…)

ok but hear me out: el getting introduced to music and loving like synth pop/electro stuff bus it makes her little brainwaves tingle or wtv

like the first time will was like “here listen to this, these guys are called Depeche Mode, i think you’ll like them :)” she like freaked out bcs music? in her ears? more likely than you think

max obviously only listens to girl bossing music (Kate bush, Madonna, Blondie, etc.) and looks good doing it (lucas heart eyes always)

jonathan was introduced to like reggae n soul kinda stuff by argyle, who likes Bob Marley, Stevie Wonder, Fleetwood Mac, etc.

robin not only likes gay ppl music, but also Duran Duran, The Cure, R.E.M., and much more !!! she LOVES Orange Crush by R.E.M. and Boys Don’t Cry by The Cure, probably the songs that would get her out of Vecna world if need be

i think nancy would have similar taste to max, but more cher and madonna than anything,

eddie canonically likes Ozzy and Black Sabbath, but i think he’d also really like Megadeth, KISS, Metallica (obv), and possibly RHCP…

edit: i realized that Orange Crush wasn’t made in/before 1986 so i decided that robin’s favorite R.E.M. song would be Life And How To Live It :)

#im a firm believer in bi steve no i dont take criticism #i hope i spelled criticism right #if i didnt... oh well #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #robin buckley #if you wanna see more pls tell me bcs i have more ideas >:) #many more ideas #eddie munson #max mayfield #eleven #mike wheeler #will byers #argyle #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #let me just say how in love i am with lucas and max's dynamic they're so sweet to each other #AND THE WAY LUCAS GENTLY HELD MAX AFTER THEY GOT HER OUT OF THE UD IM A SOBBING MESS ON THE FLOOR IT WAS SUCH A HEARTWARMING SCENE #anyways hope you like the post #have a nice day nerds :) #interest #shitpost

[captain-athos]

I very much enjoyed your FM infodump post! Do you happen to know any interesting tidbits about Stevie's relationship with TPATH?

Oh this is the BEST ask thank u for letting me ramble more, anon, because I simply adore the friendship between Stevie and Tom Petty.

The fact that Stevie essentially followed Tom Petty around until he became friends with her, and the heartbreakers didn't even really like her at first because they sort of saw Fleetwood Mac as like, big corporate sellouts lmao. I'm pretty sure they argued about this actually, like, a lot.

Like Stevie would literally just show up places where the Heartbreakers were hanging out and she'd be like hi :) hi :) can I join your band you guys are so cool I love you all let me hang out with you and they'd be like WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE (but obviously they eventually warmed to her)

Like Stevie was MAD obsessed w the band she used to hide in their producer's basement and take notes on what they were talking about?????? girl

WAIT I THINK THEY DATED. I THINK SHE WENT TO HIS PRODUCER AND STARTED """STUDYING""" HEARTBREAKERS IDEAS AND THEN THEY STARTED DATING LMFAO god Stevie what

Tom Petty is like. He seems like a pretty chill dude and I think when Stevie got out of rehab int he 90s he was one of the first people she called because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to write music anymore, and he was basically like "that's bullshit and I'm not going to help you write a song because you need to sort out what your music is going to look like to you now, and also you are an amazing songwriter you don't need me" and sure enough, she started writing songs again!

Stevie accidentally stole a Heartbreakers demo one time bc Mike (the guitarist) would sometimes give her the Heartbreakers demos that they didn't use and see if Fleetwood Mac could do anything with them, but she took the wrong tape home and ended up stealing a Heartbreakers song, and then later she CALLED TOM PETTY and was like "hey listen to my new song" and he started screaming at her bc he was like WHAT THE FUCK THAT'S OUR SONG and she had to go back to FM and be like guys,,, I have some bad news lol

Stevie's song "Edge of Seventeen" came from Tom Petty's wife, who said that they two of them met at the "age of seventeen" but her accent made it sound like "edge" and she was like I'll have that for me thank u very much

And of course there's Stop Draggin' My Heart Around, which I think is really lovely because listening to an interview about Tom Petty talking about it, he said that usually when you write a song for someone you try to match their style, but Stevie really wanted to join the Heartbreakers so instead he wrote her a Heartbreakers song that she could sing on.

Not that this is strictly relevant but one of my favourite bassists ever plays bass on Stop Draggin' My Heart Around :) Donald "Duck" Dunn, you probably know him as the wiggly man with the pipe in his mouth from the Blues Brothers band.

#Rambles

[jamesbuckybarnes19174]

*squeezes ur hand* i really love you… i promise i’ll stay all night… and wake you up when i have to go… i love you… i hope you feel better… i love you… *falls asleep*

*slowly wakes up in the morning, gently rubbing ur shoulder* hi jamie… *smiles softly* i gotta go but i’ll see you, yeah? *gently kisses ur forehead, nose, then pecks ur lips* i hope you feel better, take it easy, okay? *kisses and hugs u before leaving*

voice message to james: hi honey… hope you’re doing okay… i miss you… i’m okay, it’s a little chill out so just make sure you’re all comfy n cozy n warm, yeah? *hums* i can’t wait to see you tonight… it’ll be nice yeah? can get all cuddled up and feel nice together… i love cuddling you baby *chuckles* i always feel so small and safe… you make me feel safe honey… i love you… i’ll take care of you tonight yeah? can call sammy or stevie to take of you if you need, okay? you deserve to just relax n focus on feeling on better baby… i love you so much…. i love you… love you forever….

*wakes up, coughing a little, nodding and pecking your lips back* thank you baby…*kisses and hugs you back*

*goes to the lab later and gives you a hug, kissing your cheek gently* Bruce is gonna check me out okay? ‘M gonna stay here…I’ll see you later okay? I love you…*pecks your lips and hugs you before leaving*

voice message to kitten: hey baby…I miss you…’m alright…’m all cozy…’m in my room at the compound so just come right up here…mhm I wanna be all cuddled up with you…it’ll be warmer with you…*chuckles* I feel really safe cuddlin’ with you too baby…even if ‘m the one holdin’ you…I love you…mhm Stevie came to stop by…’m relaxin’ the best I can baby…I love you and miss you so much…I hope you’re okay…I love you forever too baby…I love you…

[sophelkopter]

I just want to...

Stevie u NEED TO STOP

#look at Chris little twig-legs lmao #Chris skipped leg day #STEVIE DIDNT #but #them LEGS #u need to CHILL STEVIE #i will call the Police #is this the plot they always talk about? #or do they mean the butts #who knows #Borussia #borussia mönchengladbach #Mönchengladbach #Football #thighs #Soccer #bundesliga #muscle #WTF #Chris Kramer #bmg

[karda]

i think i have been maybe hyperfocusing a bit much. i am realizing quite a few things rn

#i have not been doing things i should be #been majorly fixating and just hyperfocusing on creating art #which is like oh cool!! i can draw again im having fun #but like #havent been eating or sleeping or doing school very much lmao #oops i guess #im still gonna do it #but damn #stevie i see why u were yelling at me now #stevie: take a break!! eat dinner! #me: FUCKIGNGN FANART BRRRRR #lmao #i will be fine dont worry #just need to chill out a bit #i say while working on fanart rn smg #smh #eating mention #rant #vent

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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[skullrock]

the confessions - Steve x Reader

gif by @harringtown

pairing: Steve x Reader

request: hey! can u write a fic where steve and reader go to a party and reader gets shitfaced but steve stays sober and she’s pretty much hitting on him the entire night cause the alcohol gave her courage, and when steve takes her home she’s like super handsy with him and saying sweet things to him (also saying suggestive themes things to him that makes him go 😳) and steve’s super sad cause he loves her and thinks it’s drunk talk. but its not!! so they talk about it the next day. thank you

warnings: swearin’ and angst! some suggestive content if ya squint

word count: 2k

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Steve watched as you downed shot after shot, regret running through him with each glass of vodka. He brought you here to have fun - he didn’t anticipate having to babysit you. He knew you were stressed, but he didn’t know you were this stressed. As he watched you head for the punch bowl again, he went to intervene.

“Hey!” you sing, happy to see him. You throw your arms around his neck and pull him in for an awkward hug. “What’s up, buddy!”

“I think you need to go home,” he says, pulling away from you gently. His stomach flipped every time you touched him, but he wanted to swallow those feelings. You were his friend, after all. Nothing more and nothing less.

“Me?” you ask, pointing to yourself. “You think… I think you need to go home!”

“Okay,” he says smoothly. “Let’s go home together, what about that?”

You gasp and throw a hand up to your heart. “Why, Mister Harrington, are you inviting me to your house?”

Steve’s cheeks turn red, but he attempts to act unfazed. “No, I’m taking you to your house, okay?” He gently takes your cup from you and puts his arm around your waist to support you as he took you to his car.

The thing is, you had drank so much because you wanted to hit on him. You needed that extra courage to get you to actually make a move. Did you overdo it? Yes. Did the alcohol work? Also yes. Maybe it worked a little too well.

When you step outside, you pull Steve into you, pressing into his chest. “You look so good tonight, Stevie, you know that?”

Steve’s ears turn pink. “Since when do you call me that?” he asks, gently pushing you away from him.

“Do you like it?” you ask. “It’s cute, like you.”

“Okay,” Steve says, clearing his throat. “Um, thanks.”

“Do I look cute?” you ask, leaning on him heavily as he continues to guide you to his car.

“You always look cute.”

You gasp. “You mean it?”

Steve’s heart twists painfully. “Of course I mean it.”

As he sits you in the passenger seat and leans over to buckle you up, you wrap your fingers in his hair. Steve’s cheeks turn red-hot and he pulls back, a moan escaping his lips as your fingers tug in his hair. He takes your hands and takes a deep breath. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Vodka,” you smile, and Steve rolls his eyes.

“Keep your hands to yourself during the ride, okay?” he jokes, and you pout.

“But what if I don’t want to keep them to myself?”

“Those are the rules of the ride,” Steve says, clicking his tongue sympathetically. “You have to follow them.”

“You’re such a dork,” you say, reaching out for him again, but he moves before your fingertips can touch him.

Steve shuts the door and shakes his head, mumbling, “Jesus Christ,” before climbing into the front seat. “You okay, Y/N?”

You nod and look over at him, sending a wink that sent a chill down his spine. Focus, Steve, he thinks to himself, white-knuckling the steering wheel as he starts for your house. Steve turns on the radio - Can’t Fight this Feeling comes on. The tension in the car while the song is playing can be cut with a knife. You sit and play with your skirt, slowly moving it up your thighs in an attempt to entice Steve. Steve sees in his peripheral, but keeps his eyes on the road in an attempt to not crash the car in a fit of passion.

Steve gets pulled into his own thoughts as he drives. He’s loved you for a while now - totally, completely loved you. Every day brought more adoration, and it was getting to be a bit painful. You’d never let on any signs that you were into him until tonight. The whole thing was confusing and heartbreaking. You probably thought he was someone else. Someone cooler, more charming, more handsome. You could never say this stuff to him sober, which solidified his theory that you weren’t into him at all.

He pulls into your driveway and climbs out, sighing as he heads over to your side. When he tries to help you out, you offer him your foot first.

“Wrong end,” he says.

“Oops!” You hand him your hand and he pulls you up, steadying you as you stumble into his chest again. You look up at him with big eyes. To you, they’re full of love; to him, they’re full of shit.

“How do we keep ending up like this?” you slur.

“Because you’re drunk,” Steve breathes, forcing himself not to lean down and kiss you.

“Maybe you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk, Y/N.”

“Oh.”

Steve laughs a bit and keeps guiding you to your door and into your bedroom. He sits you on your bed and starts going through your wardrobe to find you some pajamas. When he turns around, you’re up and naked, making Steve drop the clothes and cover his eyes.

“Uh - hey - what are you doing?”

“Changing,” you respond, walking over to where he dropped the clothes. You pick them up and start putting them on, allowing Steve to relax.

“Don’t be such a prude, Steve,” you say, shrugging on your sweater. “It’s not like you’ve never seen a naked girl before.”

“But you’re my friend,” Steve says. “That’s not the same.”

“What if I don’t want to be friends?”

Steve’s hand drops to his side, revealing a fully clothed you. Your eyes look serious, and you look shy. Steve’s brows furrow. “You know who I am, right?”

“I know who you are, Steve.”

Steve’s stuck. He’s not sure if you’re just shitting him or if you’re serious. It’s hard to tell when you’re slurring and hunched over like Quasimodo, hardly able to walk. He bites his lip and your eyes train on how perfect he is, how beautiful he looks as the moon comes through your window. He takes a step towards you, and you think that maybe he’s going to embrace you like the lovers do in movies. But instead, he guides you to the bed, tucking you under the covers.

“I’m going to get you some water and pain pills, okay?” he says. “You’re going to have a hell of a hangover tomorrow.” You’re probably going to forget all of this, too, he thinks.

You nod and he gets water and medicine from your kitchen, bringing it back to you quietly. He sits it on the nightstand. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Come here,” you beckon, sitting up out of the carefully tucked sheets. Steve blinks as you undo his gentle tucking, but he sits down beside you. You grab his hand and look at it carefully, closely. Then you grab the other one.

“You reading my fortune, or something?” Steve jokes, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

“You have nice hands,” you mumble. You look up at his face and run a hand gently down one of his cheeks. “You have a pretty face, too.”

Steve decides to indulge himself, just a bit. “What else do I have?”

“You have nice arms,” you continue, running your hands up them, feeling Steve’s flesh become riddled with goosebumps. “So strong and toned.” You move your hands to his chest. “Nice broad chest. Nice shoulders.”

Steve shifts nervously, swallowing hard as your hands ghost down his shirt, going dangerously close to his belt. Your hands take a detour to his sides, though, gripping his hips gently. “Such nice hips, too.”

“Hips?” he laughs. “Is that something girls look for?”

“They just fit you so perfectly,” you say quietly. Your hands then move to his thighs and you lick your lips. “Your thighs are nice too, Steve.” You squeeze them and smile. “So is your ass.”

Steve blushes but rolls his eyes. “My ass is not nice.”

You shrug, bringing your hands up to his shoulders to rest. “I like it.”

He swallows again. “Do you like anything else?”

“I like your laugh. It’s always so pretty,” you whisper. “It makes me happy. So does your smile. And your eyes are always so warm, even when you’re mad.”

Steve realizes how closely you both are leaning in, so he pulls back slightly. “You’re full of compliments when you’re drunk, huh?”

You frown, letting your hands fall into your lap. “Guess I am.”

Steve clears his throat. “I guess - while we’re on the subject - I should tell you that I think you’re very pretty.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he says with a slight shrug. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Prettier than Nancy?”

Steve feels the sadness envelop him, crashing over him like a wave. To be sitting in front of a person so beautiful while being reminded of his shit luck - it’s a lot to handle. But he forces out, “Prettier than Nancy.”

You seem pleased, laying down again and beckoning him to cover you. Steve’s throat feels wickedly painful, and he pushes his tongue to the roof of his mouth to stop himself from crying. He ruffles your hair and whispers, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Won’t you stay?”

Steve laughs a bit. “I have work in the morning.”

“With Keith?”

“Yeah, with Keith.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah, pretty gross,” he agrees. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Tomorrow,” you repeat, and you fall asleep soon after, leaving Steve with his thoughts as he heads to his car.

===

Tomorrow comes, and you’re painfully aware of how much you had to drink last night. You groan and sit up to find the painkillers and water Steve had left.

“Oh, thank God,” you whisper, taking them swiftly and laying back down. You hug one of your pillows and attempt to go back to sleep before last night comes back to you at lightning speed. How much you drank so that you’d have the courage to talk to him; how you put your hands in his hair; how you kept touching him; how you undressed right in front of him; and then everything you said. Embarrassment grips you tightly, making you groan and bury your head in your pillow. You hop up quickly, though, staggering to the phone and phonebook.

===

Steve stops stacking tapes to get the phone, droning out, “Thanks for calling Family Video, this is Steve, how can I help you?”

“Steve!”

Steve gasps and almost drops the phone. “Y/N?” he hisses. “What - are you okay?”

“I gotta talk to you about last night,” you say. “Can we talk?”

Steve looks around for Keith. “I’m - I’m at work.”

“I have to tell you something and it can’t wait.”

Steve looks around again and sighs, taking the phone with him into the break room and shutting the door on the cable. “Okay, what’s up?”

“Last night, I got super shitfaced.”

“I’m aware.”

“Well, I got so drunk because I wanted to talk to you - like, tell you how I feel -”

Steve’s breath hitches and his heart speeds up. “About what?”

You take a deep breath. It’s now or never. “Steve, I love you.��

Steve almost drops the phone again.

“Bullshit,” he breathes. “You can’t -”

“I do, Steve,” you say. “I love you, and I know I do.”

There’s a quick, loud knock on the door. “Uh, what’s going on in there?”

Steve jerks the door open, holding the phone tightly to his chest. “Keith, I swear to Christ, if you ruin this moment for me, I’m going to shove a VHS right up your -”

“Steve!” you gasp on the phone.

Steve slams the door shut again and puts the phone up to his ear. “You’re not gonna believe this, but I love you, too.”

You beam brightly. “You mean it?”

“I never thought you’d say that to me,” Steve says softly. “But I’ve loved you for so long.”

“I’ve loved you for a long time, too.”

Steve smiles brightly, feeling like a new man as happiness replaces the sadness and emptiness in his chest.

Keith knocks on the door again. “Harrington, you better get out here -”

“Shut up, Keith!” Steve shouts. “I guess I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Come over after work, will you?”

“I will,” Steve promises. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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I'm not sure if you write steve x Tommy, but if u do I'm really in need for some fluff, and maybe even some hurt/comfort :-)

Yeah I’ll do Stommy, it like smut tends to take longer, just have to be in the right mood for it. I have started this prompt like four different times but finally finished something for it. Hopefully this finds you in higher spirits. 

Steve is sick and Tommy takes care of him. 

Sooth These Aches

Steve feels like shit, he just wants to be in bed under all of the blankets he owns but he is all out of medicine. He tried to get Robin to pick some up for him, even called her at work much to Keith's disapproval, not that it helped she does not get off for several hours. Steve had tried waiting, but his head hurts so much, and his eyes burn, ears feeling clogged and he just wants some relief.

 So he gets in his car, eyes squinting against the harsh glare of the sun, sweat pricking at his brow as he heads to the drugstore. Thankfully it is not far, he definitely side swiped one of his neighbor’s mailboxes, he is sure to be hearing about that later but luckily that is the only hiccup on the way.

 The temperature is more bearable inside the building, but the fluorescent lights are just as unpleasant as the sun had been. Steve scoops up a basket as the sweat dampening his skin starts to cool and a chill starts to set in. Steve has found no relief from the constant fluctuation between hot and cold, and he wishes he had thought to bring a sweater as a shiver comes. Steve dumps a few things in his basket on his way to the medicine aisle, a can of soup, some crackers, a box of sour candies that his sore throat is not going to appreciate.

 The throb in his head gets worse by the time he makes it to the designated cold and flu section, the words on the printed labels blurring together. Steve groans, eyes pricking with frustration as he takes a moment to lean his head against the shelf, the metal cool as heat pricks over him again. It does not help his blurry vision though and he throws the first box his hand touches into the little basket and heads to wait in the line forming down one of the center aisles.

 "You're allergic to that one." Steve hears someone says, barely registering it beyond tuning in to a familiar voice. "You're allergic to that one." They say again and this time Steve gets that he is being talked to as a hand curls over the back of his neck. "You're burning up." Steve blinks eyes focusing in on Tommy looking at him with concern, lets himself be pulled away from the line.

"Tommy." Steve croaks out, feels like crying, he is tried and achy and he just wants to curl in a ball, he does not want to be here any longer.

 "Still never learned to take care of yourself huh boss." Tommy says casually hand a little tighter around the back of Steve neck before loosening fingers absently petting at where Steve's hair is getting long. "Let's get you the right stuff before you kill yourself."

 "Tommy." Steve says again as he takes the basket from him, looking through the contents with a disapproving huff of air. "Tommy." Steve cannot seem to work any other word out of his mouth, feels so shitty, but having Tommy here taking care of him like old times, makes he feel like it is going to be okay, like he is not about to keel over. Steve is pretty sure he is crying but it could just be sweat dripping down his face again, there has been a lot of both over the last couple of days. 

 "Hush Stevie." Tommy pulls him in close lets Steve curl his arms around his neck and just holds him for a few minutes. No one bats an eye at them, Steve's been sick in here plenty of times over the years, always gets weepy and clingy and nine times out of ten Tommy is with him, the town is used to this particular display even if it has been a while. "Let's get you sorted so you can go home and rest." Tommy says against Steve's shoulder and Steve's arms go tighter, definitely tears now.

 "Tommy" Steve says desperation in his scratch voice, worry of being left alone making his throat tighten, the ache worse.

 "Yeah I'll come with you, calm down Stevie." Tommy says softly hands stroking at Steve's hair and that tightness recedes, lets him breath again as Tommy awkwardly walks down the aisle. More soup is added and some apple sauce, the crackers changed out for a different brand, Steve totally forgot he does not like the other kind, he feels heat in his cheeks for a reason other than fever, warmed that Tommy had not forgotten.

 "Tommy." Steve says complaint to his tone when Tommy goes to put the sour candies back, he wants them, he does not care that they will hurt.

 Steve can practically feel the eye roll Tommy does as he huffs in exasperation, "fine but you can't have them till you're feeling better." He says as he drops them back in the basket, smacking Steve's hand away when he tries to add a second box. "Absolutely not." Steve hides his pout against Tommy's hair as they move back toward the cold and flu section.

 Steve just shuts his eyes against the bright florescent lights, and trust Tommy to take care of it as once again a chill shoots through him. He does not open them as Tommy shuffles them along the aisles, replacing the medicine with one Steve is not allergic to, adding pain relievers and several bags of cough drops before pulling them back toward the line. 

 "Need your wallet." Tommy says when they are at the front of the line and everything has been rung up. Steve mumbles Tommy's name again squirming and Tommy just give a small laugh as he digs Steve's wallet out of his back pocket and hands the money to the cashier. 

 Steve is still clinging to Tommy when they make it outside, the heat of the sun on his back and the too hot air makes him groan as he starts going hot again. "You’re going to have to let go so I can drive boss." Tommy says, Steve grumbles a complain whining a little as he pulls back and cracks an eye open, too much bright light. Tommy takes the opportunity to push him into the passenger seat, jogging around to the driver’s side.

 "Hands to yourself while I'm driving." Tommy says firmly but with a little laugh at the end when Steve tries to reach for him again. It is all so painfully familiar, it makes his throat tight again. Steve pouts throat all ache again as he tucks his hands between his thighs, skin feeling slick and clammy at the same time and he hates it. "Won't be long." Tommy drops a hand against his knee and, Steve feels a little better for it. 

 "Tommy?" Steve says when they pull up in front of his house.

 "Said I'd come with you boss, meant I was staying, at least for a while." Tommy grabs the bags and gets out, Steve scrambling to follow after him. He will take whatever Tommy will give him right now. Tommy takes his keys when Steve offers them and lets Steve wrap around him again as they make their way into the house.

 "Alright first things first, medicine, drink this." Steve does not realize he has zoned out until Tommy is prying his arms from around him and holding up two pills and a glass of water. Steve takes them dutifully, frowning when he is handed a little medicine cap full of brownish red liquid next. "It'll help, drink it." Tommy says tone hard in a way that always makes Steve listen.

 Steve does not like the taste of it, chugs half the water down after he has drained the cap. "Good boy." Tommy says back to Steve as he cleans out the cap and replaces it on the medicine bottle, missing the renewed flush staining Steve's cheeks. Tommy still smirks a little when he turns back around. "Go take a shower, I'll make you some soup."

 "Tommy." Steve complain tries to wrap around him again, always likes physical contact when he is not feeling well.

 "No," Tommy dances out of reach and Steve stumbles when he tries to make chase, pain shooting through his head as he grabs the counter to keep from falling. "You'll feel better after a shower Stevie." Tommy is right there again, pushing back Steve's sweat fringe, hand cooler than the heat coming off of his skin.

 "Tommy." Steve tries, pressing in a little closer, a firm hand at his shoulder keeping him at bay.

 "No, plus you kind of smell right now, know you hate being smelly and sweaty, go take a shower. Be good and I'll even change your sheets while you're in there." Tommy knows exactly how to get Steve to cooperate, and he is right Steve feels disgusting, he is pretty sure if he could actually smell anything he would not be happy about it.

 Steve pouts as he trudges upstairs, stopping half way up for a short break as his legs threaten to give out and he is panting for air, leaning his aching head against the banister as he listens to Tommy move around the kitchen with familiarity. When he once again does not feel quite so winded and wobbly legged Steve finishes the track upstairs. Striping his clothes and leaving them on the floor instead of stuffing them in the hamper, not willing to risk bending down and having his head erupt in more pain.

 The water is blissfully hot when Steve gets in, the bathroom filling up with steam and for the first time in days Steve feels like he can breathe properly again. Unfortunately that means he can also smell himself and he cannot remember the last time he showered. Steve washes hair and scrubs himself down twice until everything smells like soap. The water is still warm by the time he finishes and he does not really fancy the idea of getting out, tired and currently not in pain Steve lets himself slide to the bottom of the tub curling up, he will just rest for a moment.

  "Stevie you can't sleep in the shower." Steve wakes to Tommy dragging him out of the shower, the water off, a slight chill in the air. Steve's skin feels too cold and Tommy feels warm as he tries to wrap around him again, feet slipping on the slick tile floor. Tommy does not let him fall, somehow managing to get a towel between them despite Steve's attempts to cling to him.

 Steve just whines when Tommy pulls away again after securing the towel around Steve's waist. "Got to get your hair dry Stevie." Tommy points out coming back with a second towel spread out over both hands. Steve leans into it, hands on Tommy's waist as Tommy scrubs at his hair with the towel, getting out as much moisture as he can. 

 "Let's get you into some clothes and me into some dry ones since you got me all wet." Tommy shakes his head as Steve clings to him as soon as he drops the towel form his hair. Tommy just walks them to Steve's room, where the bed has been made the sheets changed, a small pile of soft sleep clothes on the end corner. 

 "Put those on." Tommy says ignoring the whine Steve lets out when he pushes him toward the bed. "Not going anywhere, just going to dig out some clothes to borrow." Tommy says when Steve's fingers tangle in the hem of his shirt, "get dressed and get under the blankets you'll be more comfortable." Tommy says again untangling Steve's fingers and heading for the dresser.

 Steve struggles into his clothes, but leaves the pants off, instead choosing just boxers and the sweater as heat start licking at him again. He tosses the blankets down and only pulls one up over his legs, sleeves pushed up to his elbows as Tommy tosses his deodorant at him. Steve hums in thanks applying some before tossing it back when Tommy hold his hands out expectantly.

 "Tommy!" Steve's voice goes a little high scraping at the tender rawness when Tommy moves to the door.

 "Just going to get your soup, be right back." Tommy says walking out and Steve is pouting again but he settles back against the pile of pillows Tommy gathered from all over the house. Steve picks at a loose thread on a blanket as the chills come back, and his nose starts to stuff again, frustratedly pulling the rest of the blankets up and contemplating pulling pants on after all. 

 Tommy comes back in before he can make up his mind with a tray, two cups, one containing soup the other tea and a sleeve of crackers. Tommy sets the tray over Steve’s lap taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Eat up." Tommy pushes the soup cup a little closer to Steve.

 Steve does as he is told, and swallowing is painful but the heat of it also helps a little. He was not aware of how hungry his was until the cup is empty, crackers untouched. His throat definitely hurts to much to give them a try. "Drink the tea, there's honey in it, it'll help with your throat. I'm going to take everything else back downstairs." Tommy does not give Steve a chance to protest before he is out the door.

 Steve stares at the door longingly as he sips the tea, he has never really likes tea but Tommy always makes it for him when he is sick. It is sweet though, Steve can barely taste the actual leaf water under all of the honey in it and it goes down easy, coating his throat. Steve has finished the whole cup by the time Tommy gets back. 

 "Lie down and get some sleep." Tommy says taking the glass and putting it on the night stand next to a bottle of water he brought up with him. Tommy pulls the blankets up holding them while he waits for Steve to shift down to his back.

 Steve grabs Tommy's hand afraid he is going to leave, he really does not want that. "Tommy, stay." The first thing other than Tommy's name he has bothered with, clutching one of Tommy's hands.

 "Stevie” Tommy stars.

 Steve shakes his head, groaning as the throb starts back up eyes pricking. "Please!" Tommy purses his lips, letting the blankets drop as he smoothed a hand over Steve's brow.

 "Fine, scoot over." Steve immediately moves to make room for him, waiting until Tommy has gotten comfortable to roll over and curl to him, head going to his chest.

 "I missed you." Steve murmurs, cringing when Tommy lets out a disbelieving huff. "No I did, and I'm sorry, I've missed you so mush." Steve has got tears in his eyes again throat hurting worse with each word. 

 Tommy's arms go tighter as he shushes Steve. "Tell me when you aren't sick and I'll believe you alright."

 "Okay." Steve sniffles bottom lips trembling against Tommy's chest.

 "Get some rest, I'm not going anywhere." Tommy drops a kiss against his hair and Steve believes him, believes he will be here when Steve wakes up. Tommy has never lied to him. "Sleep." Tommy says with another gentle kiss, this one just at the edge of Steve's hairline, almost on skin and Steve turns his face up hoping for more.

 "When you feel better.” Is Tommy's soft fond answer, hand petting through Steve's hair. Steve huffs annoyed but his eyes are drooping shut, head feeling heavy form the medicine and he is drifting off before he can argue.

Thanks for the prompt babe 💜💜😊

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Let’s Review || Chapter 14

Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks.

relationships: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes, background Peter Parker/Tony Stark rating: Explicit warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Avengers, kidnapping, non-con/dub-con elements, underage Peter Parker, emotional and psychological abuse, very dark casual reminder: this story is r o u g h. themes of rape, kidnapping, power imbalances, etc.. This story does not depict healthy or safe relationships. Trigger warnings for explicit torture, blood, vomit, and the usual. be advised, be safe.

Bucky hadn’t been a good guy in a really long time. He’d done horrible, horrible things and the majority of the remorse he felt was how it all had impacted Steve. The blond had been so distraught when he first pulled Buck out of cryo, a shell of the man he’d been before. He recited information when asked, followed direction without question, never complained about anything. There were no memories, not of his happiness with Steve, not of his betrayal at the hands of Howard Stark, not of his murders. Steve had cried. He vividly remembered the tears and the feel of the taller man’s arms wrapped almost suffocatingly tight around him.

It was Steve who brought him back to himself, as much as he could be brought back. He wasn’t the same man that he once was, but Steve still loved him and that was all that mattered. And in all fairness, Steve himself wasn’t the same man either. The betrayal had hardened him, the ice had frozen his core and never quite thawed. He was still Stevie, still the golden retriever of a man, but his teeth were sharper and his snarl more vicious. There was a bite behind the bark now that hadn’t existed before.

Their development had taken place separately but they still fit together. Bucky and Steve were still two pieces of the same puzzle, they fit together so perfectly that changing the edges of one just caused the other to adapt and warp themselves.

Warped was a good word. Steve and Bucky were still Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America, and James Buchannan Barnes, Sergeant of the 107th, but they were warped. They were still them, but the ice had caused cracks in the surface and the debris had fallen away to reveal sharper, more dangerous edges.

As Bucky watched Penny walk several steps in front of him, he wondered what the Original Bucky would’ve thought. Buck had been a good kid, if a player, back in the day. He’d been respectful and kind, would never think to even look at a dame wrong. Was it dark to think he would of killed himself back then, if he knew what the future held?

“Where are we going?”

It was quiet, almost a whisper, their doll feeling the change in atmosphere and getting nervous. Her shoulders were raised up to her ears, arms wrapped around her torso.

"Come here doll," Bucky pulled her back slightly to walk next to him, tucking her under his flesh arm, "we're going to take care of you, don't worry."

"What do you mean?" Her voice shook and he could feel her tremble under his grasp, "why—"

"Hush babydoll."

The tremble increased to full out shaking as the elevator descended, Penny's eyelids fluttering slightly as she visibly tried to regain control of herself. Bucky's enhanced hearing meant he could hear her heart thundering in her chest and he passed Steve a steadying look. They would comfort her after, when she was desperate and seeking any sort of safety.

Getting Penny to crack was going to be a trial and he wished he was more reluctant to make it happen. Instead the idea was almost relieving; it was the first step in moving her along on the path to acceptance.

When the elevator came to a stop, he had to push her along down the corridor. Her little bare feet squeaked against the tile every few steps, heels dragging in an almost unconscious show of resistance. Poor thing didn't even know what was happening, just that she needed to be frightened. That something was coming.

"This way doll," he steered her into the observation room connected to Rumlow's temporary quarters, squeezing her shaking shoulders gently. The light was turned out, she couldn't see what was on the other side of the glass, but instinctively she knew it was horrible.

"You've been real bad today, precious," Steve told her softly as he stepped around them, deeper into the room, heading towards a control panel just in front of the mirror, "you know how we feel about consequences."

"You're an adult, you know better than to throw temper tantrums," Bucky adjusted his arms to wrap around her, pressing her tightly against his chest.

He brushed his nose against her cheekbone, eyes locked on the mirror in front of them. Penny couldn't see, but his vision was even better than Steve's and Bucky was fully aware of Rumlow watching them. The man was propped against a wall, stripped down to a dirty pair of jeans and beat to shit. His entire torso was a mottled mess, bruised in gruesome blacks and purples. His eyes were swollen, his lips split and his nose was broken and smashed to the side.

Rumlow could see Penny just fine if the dark look in his blood shot eyes was any indication. Bucky wondered what was going through the man's head, wondered if he was scared or angry.

A whine escaped Penny, a short, terrified noise ripped from her throat. Danger was suffocating the air, the sound of some kind of buzzer making her jump in Bucky's arms. Slowly, several dim lights began flickering on in the room on the other side of the glass, one by one illuminating the room.

He could tell the second Penny laid eyes on Rumlow, the second she registered who he was. Her body locked up in terror so violently it resembled rigor mortis, her muscles turning to stone beneath his hands. The only thing moving was the jumping of her pulse, throbbing at a startling pace under her flesh.

"Sometimes, it helps to have reminders," Bucky ran his hands up her sides under her shirt, “Of what happens when you’re naughty. Of what could happen if you’re naughty.”

“We promised we’d never hurt you baby and we’d never break that promise,” the blond pressed a button on the wall causing another buzzer to go off, followed by an air lock sound as a hidden door shifted out from beside the two way mirror.

The small cry of fear that came from Penny was heart wrenching, the way she pressed back against Bucky as the door slid open made his chest pound. He loved that she would try to find comfort in his presence. Somewhere in her brain, Penny knew that he would take care of her when she was in distress, when she was scared or in danger. It would’ve been nice to comfort her properly, but instead he forced her closer to the window while Steve stepped into the prison room and Buck shut the door behind him.

“We’d never hurt you, precious,” he repeated softly into her ear, one hand coming up to hold her chin firmly while the other stayed locked around her waist, “so we’ll hurt someone else instead.”

“What is this?” Bucky felt the goosebumps spread over her skin, felt her hair literally stand on end.

She remembered his voice. Bucky was sure she remembered the words he’d said that night, all of them. The taunts. He wondered if she recalled every sound he made while she couldn’t move, couldn’t shout for help. If she remembered the fear and the pain and the humiliation as vividly as he could imagine it.

And then Steve’s fist slammed into the man’s face with enough force that Bucky could practically feel it from the other room. A shudder ran through Penny’s entire body; the sound of pain Rumlow made was like a wounded animal, full of primal fear and desperation.

“Get off,” Penny gasped, pressing against Bucky’s hold as hard as she could, “get off me, oh God—”

Her entire body was primed to run, he could feel her muscles bunching under his hands, could hear her heart thundering in her chest. She wasn’t strong enough to force even a few inches of separation and he locked his arm tighter around her waist. He was careful not to dig his fingers into her chin too hard, not wanting to put bruises on her pretty face. Her punishment would be just as effective if she came out of it completely physically unharmed.

“Shh babydoll,” he crooned, brushing his lips over the shell of her ear, “you know, one of Stevie’s talents has always been interrogation. Getting information out of Nazis was easy, they were all pussy bastards. This future though, it’s harder. He’s always had some aggression issues and they got worse with the serum, but this helps him work through it productively. Well, not in this case. In this case he’s just going to cause as much pain in the next hour as he can without mortally wounding him. It took you just about an hour to destroy the kitchen, so we rounded up.”

“I-I don’t,” Penny hiccupped on her words, terror eating her up inside, “Please, p-please, I—”

She couldn’t finish her sentence before Steve bodily lifted Rumlow and tossed him against the wall with petrifying ease. A sharp cry escaped the man, a bone chilling wail as he hit the ground, leaving a distinct crack behind on the wall. Penny trembled against his chest, watching Steve grab Rumlow by the hair and drag him to his feet.

“He’s in a lot of pain, Penny doll,” Bucky whispered, caressing her jaw with his thumb delicately, “Stevie probably broke a couple of his ribs, if not several vertebrae.”

“Oh god,” her tone was a mix of a gasp and a retch.

“Now see, watch what he’s doing baby,” he murmured, directing her attention at the way Steve was examining Rumlow’s ribs with deft touches, “Rumlow’s had broken ribs before, might have some now right? So Stevie’s looking for the weak points. Oh, there he found one.”

An audible crack echoed in the room, followed by a scream. Penny flinched back against Bucky’s chest with a soft whine, he could see in the reflection that she’d squeezed her eyes shut. The thrill her terror sent through him would’ve made Original Bucky puke. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the excitement was not natural. There shouldn’t have been such an impatient undercurrent in his soul for her to start crying, for her to need his comfort even more.

Steve broke at least 5 ribs with deft, casual hits to Rumlow’s torso. Penny was just trembling in terror and Bucky hid his sigh as she pressed back against him. His eyes caught movement in his peripheral vision and he flicked his eyes up to see Steve gesturing to Penny. Her eyes were pressed closed while his hand continued to hold her face in place and he stroked his thumb gently over her jaw.

“Open your eyes, precious,” Steve’s voice was crystal clear through the microphone and they both knew she was aware of how much the blond enjoyed having to repeat himself when they immediately fluttered open.

“That’s a good girl, Penny,” Bucky moved the hand from her chin to stroke her hair back from where it fell on her forehead, “you don’t get to look away.”

Steve dropped Rumlow to his knees, receiving another agonized sound of pain from the man for his efforts along with a whine of fear from Penny. The blond was sure he’d think she was pretty in every situation ever, but she looked especially sweet in her terror; her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes shiny and wide, her hair a wild mane. She was so precious, to be so upset over the pain of a man who hurt her so badly. Poor Penny, able to have empathy even for a man who’d damaged a piece of her soul.

“How longs’it been, Buck?”

“Just about half an hour,” the brunet glanced at the digital clock on the wall near the control panel before pressing his lips against Penny’s face again, “Breaking ribs takes a lot of care, you’ve gotta do it just right so they don’t puncture a lung or float. Hairline fractures are the most effective, but our strength makes it hard to only cause fractures. Stevie’s a real talented man, precious.”

“I-I’ve learned m-my lesson,” her voice was shaking, her teeth chattering, “please, I w-won’t do it again, I…”

“Shhh, precious,” Bucky ran one hand up her side again, gently stroking over her skin to offer just enough contact to prevent shock, “we said an hour, remember?”

A coughing hiccup was the only response, followed by a little sob. The tears were starting now, her consciousness pushing past the initial fight, flight, or freeze instinct and allowing for a full range of emotion. He could practically feel her desperation to make them happy, to make them stop the punishment early.

Steve drew his eyes away from the crying woman after just a moment, mind whirring with strategies; it wasn’t a full break, Penny was still in control of herself, he needed to up his game for the second half. He hummed quietly, refocusing on Rumlow’s pain with terrifying ease. The man wasn’t going to die today, but he might wish he had.

“Don’t look away, Penny,” the blond ordered as he reached down and grabbed Rumlow’s arm, manipulating his hand carefully, “you need to watch what you’ve caused if you’re going to learn from your mistakes.”

And then, he wrapped his hand around Rumlow’s pointer finger and twisted. The man shrieked as the tendons and ligaments were ripped, the sound increasing in volume when Steve didn’t stop twisting; the bones broke, the skin tore, and then Steve pulled. The finger came off with terrifying ease and Steve very casually shoved the digit into Rumlow’s mouth, covering it with his hand to keep him from spitting it out.

Bucky smiled when Penny fell forward over the arm around her waist and vomited all over the floor, her lunch returning to splash against the wall and their feet. She heaved several times, gagging and wailing in terror when Bucky gently manipulated her to stand upright again, pressing her front carefully against the glass.

“Didn’t Stevie tell you not to look away, precious?” Bucky was fully aware that she’d had no control over her movements, that she either aimed her puke at the ground or she would’ve projectile vomited all over the mirror, but the soft sob she made in response felt like a win.

She threw up twice more in the next ten minutes before going mostly catatonic in his arms; her eyes were still locked on the two men in the other room as she’d been instructed, but Bucky knew she wasn’t actually seeing anything anymore. The trauma was setting in, the shock too overwhelming for his steady touches to combat.

“That’s time, precious,” he told her gently, reaching out to knock against the glass to alert the blond it had been a full hour, “let’s go back upstairs.”

Steve would catch up; he’d need to bring someone in to treat Rumlow’s wounds to prevent him from bleeding out and then he had to wash up. Unlike Bucky, the blond thought with a fond twist of his lips, he avoided bringing bloodstained clothing into the apartment.

Bucky took Penny straight to the bedroom when the elevator stopped, stripping off her leggings and the t-shirt she’d been wearing. It was a testament to how far gone she was that she didn’t even react, just sat silently on the edge of the bed in nothing but a pair of little panties. Bucky had to reel in his libido; taking her while she was in such a state wouldn’t be conducive to building the relationship they were going for. He pulled the long sleeved henley he was wearing over his head and gently dressed her in it.

“Come ‘ere, babydoll,” he murmured, scooping her up into his arms and holding her close while he climbed into bed, pulling the comforter up over both of them, “JARVIS, lower the temperature in the room to 70 degrees and tell Stevie to grab one of the weighted blankets out of the closet before he comes in.”

“Yes Sergeant,” JARVIS sounded cold and a touch irritated, which in turn irritated Bucky; the AI was becoming a pain in his ass.

The technology in the tower was great. Bucky had always loved innovation and science, loved the idea of intelligent buildings and flying cars, but it was hindering his ability to fully ensnare Penny and that was a problem. The kind of problem he wouldn’t tolerate for much longer if JARVIS kept up with his current behavior.

Penny was uncommonly still where he lay on his chest. He’d expected shaking and crying, but instead she’d gone entirely blank. It wasn’t the first time, she had a tendency to retreat into herself whenever she became emotionally taxed, but he didn’t like it. He wanted her to break down, they needed her to crack but she kept reinforcing her foundations instead. She pulled away and stewed in her fear and anger instead of releasing the negative emotions.

“How’s she doing?” Steve questioned softly as he walked into the room, a blanket in his arms that he was quick to spread out over the bed.

Bucky hummed and looked down at where Penny’s head was rested on his chest, examining the blank look in her eyes, “not well.”

The blond rolled his neck, hand reaching back to squeeze the tense muscles, worrying quietly that they’d gone too far. Honestly, he wondered if maybe just the sight of Rumlow would’ve been enough to do the job, if the fear of knowing he was so close by would’ve been punishment enough.

“Poor thing,” he murmured, kicking off his shoes and nudging them under the edge of the bed before stripping off his clean shirt, “we’ll need to be extra sensitive for a while.”

Bucky made a noise of agreement, watching his boyfriend shuck the sweats he’d put on after the quick shower with pleasure. Steve was sex on legs and any amount of undressing was generally enough to get the brunet hard as a rock. The temptation to throw him onto the bed and fuck him senseless was strong, he wanted to lay the man on his back and rest Penny on his chest, tuck his knees as far up as they’d go and then plow him through the mattress. He could imagine the look on his lover’s face, the sight of Penny’s cute panties taunting him as he wrecked the blond beneath him.

He forced himself to drag his eyes away before Steve caught the expression on his face; now was, unfortunately, not the time. He tugged Penny a little higher up on his chest, carefully adjusting her head to rest in the crook of his shoulder.

"It'll come, Buck," Steve murmured, addressing the sadness in the brunet's eyes as he looked at their girl, "we gotta be patient."

"I don’t want to be patient. I want her to break," there was no reason to watch his words, Penny was nearly catatonic, "but she keeps doing this instead."

"You and I both know she can’t hold out forever, self-preservation will win out—”

“Captain, Ms. Maximoff urgently requests to see you. She is on her way in the elevator,” JARVIS interrupted, causing the blond to roll his neck in irritation.

Most likely, Wanda had gotten word of Penny’s impending punishment and was irate with them; like several of their companions, Wanda had become immediately protective of Penny and Peter even without meeting them. He pulled his sweats back on and flashed a quick I’ll be right back hand gesture to Bucky. The elevator arrived on their floor as he crossed the room, his enhanced hearing picking up the sound of the doors even through the soundproofed walls of their apartment.

Upon opening the door, he was immediately met by Wanda shoving two squirming furballs in his face, "pick one and take it to Penny."

Steve nearly fell back when she lifted the kittens threateningly towards him, bobbing the mewling little things intently. Both were light in color, one almost entirely white with spots of cream and the other with a white belly and legs and a pale orange on top. Each one was entirely too fluffy, with tails nearly the size of their little bodies. The mostly white one had ridiculously short legs and the other had fat chubby cheeks.

"Wanda—"

"Don't argue Steve! She needs a companion she doesn't hate! Especially after what you idiots just did to her!" The redhead was fuming, a slightly glow in her eyes warning him that he was edging on her very dangerous temper.

He heaved a sigh; maybe a cat would do Penny some good. He looked between the two critically. Both cats were unnecessarily cute. Their burden of adorableness was too heavy for such small creatures. They reminded him of Penny in that way—they were so small and precious and—shit.

Steve carefully took both kittens from Wanda, ignoring the victorious look on her face and turning back into the apartment without a word. He used his heel to shut the door on her before she could taunt him the way he could clearly see she wanted to. Two kittens would be a challenge but Penny needed something to keep her busy anyway.

She was still entirely out of it when he walked back into the bedroom, half lying on Buck's chest, but Bucky's eyes went wide immediately. The brunet's gaze was locked securely on the cats, not even twitching to his half dressed boyfriend for a second.

"Oh my God," he whispered, reverently and with so much feeling that Steve couldn't help but grin.

"Gifts from Wanda," he explained as he carefully climbed onto the bed, laying the kittens on the pair's stomachs.

"Oh my God," Bucky's voice was almost a whine as the chubby kitten stumbled across his chest, accidentally head butting him in the chin, "oh my God, Steve."

The white kitten made a squeaky meow before clawing her way up the Henley Penny was wearing coming to rest in the crook of her neck. It turned in place several times before snuggling down and beginning to purr like a tiny motorboat. It was loud enough that Penny startled, her eyes regaining focus as she tilted her head down.

"Oh my God." Steve knew he had a type but the uniform reactions from his lovers just reaffirmed the knowledge.

"Its cute, huh?" He reached over to scratch its neck, enjoying the way that Penny didn't even flinch at the proximity.

Then, she burst into tears. Massive, heaving sobs that shook her entire body. The kitten let out another squeaky toy like meow before crawling onto Penny's chest, settling between her breasts and purring even louder.

Bucky's eyes snapped to Steve's immediately, a very clear What the Fuck expression on his face. The blond mostly ignored him, instead settling himself on his side as close to Penny as possible, one arm going around her waist while the other slipped under her pillow. The emotional outburst was welcome no matter the cause.

"That's good baby," he murmured quietly, brushing his nose against her cheek, "you're okay, let it out."

Penny's arms came up to wrap around the kitten, just barely managing not to squeeze it too tightly. The reaction led to Bucky quickly depositing the other kitten onto her stomach.

"Look doll, here's another," he cooed stealing one of her hands to run it over the chubby cheeked cat.

Some sort of sobbed sentence escaped her, entirely incomprehensible to either of the soldiers, and she tugged the second kitten up her chest to lay next to the white one. It took nearly an hour for her to calm down, the exhaustion of the day settling over her shoulders.

When her eyes started fluttering shut, Steve carefully scooped the orange kitten off her chest and handed it to Bucky. Before he could take the white one Penny startled awake, almost violently.

"No please!" The kitten made a distressed noise when the brunette abruptly clutched it to her chest, tears once again spilling from her eyes, "please don't take them, please! I'll be good please, let me keep them please!"

“Shhh, precious, I’m just going to put them in a drawer to sleep for the night, until we can get them beds,” Steve cooed.

“C-Can’t they stay,” she begged, dark eyes shining beneath her heavy eyelashes, “please, can’t t-they sleep in the bed?”

Steve passed Bucky a speculating look, to which the brunet just shrugged. He heaved a quiet sigh, knowing his boyfriend was as far gone on the kittens as Penny was, before nodding and settling back into his position at her side. Bucky placed the orange kitten back on Penny’s chest, watching both of the kittens amble around for a few seconds before curling into each other and falling back asleep.

“We’ll need to buy everything for them in the morning,” Steve murmured quietly over Penny’s head, watching Bucky curl his flesh fingers gently into Penny’s hair.

“And get Wanda a thank you gift,” the brunet added with a definitive nod.

“Yeah, and that.”

#steve rogers x oc x bucky barnes #steve rogers x oc #bucky barnes x oc #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark!tony stark #dark!mcu #let's review #let's review chapter 14

[theniftycat]

1. 3. 5. 7. 17

1. who is your celebrity crush?

see, everyone expects to catch me crushing on Ben Willbond, but you won’t see it!!! the thing is that I have this great habit of seeing somebody with a glorious moustache being a gay and a nerd and going “me.” even though I don’t have a moustache myself, somewhere deep inside it’s always in my heart.

yeah, I’ve already answered the question and said I don’t have a crush. but I astral project onto the Captain every day of the week.

3. rant. just do it.

idk, mate, I’m just having such a week. uneventful as it goes, but so long and weird and packed with stuff.

my brother left last Friday and this Wednesday my mum went on her 2 week hospital shift. I live just with my dad, our dog and my cat. and my dad is chill, but he constantly needs approval and feedback. he hates using tthe dishwasher and then complains about having to wash the dishes. or like, he makes a big deal out of laundry. it’s all not a major issue, but it is what it is.

on like Tuesday or whatever I got a letter telling me I didn’t get the job I applied for in early September. they loved my interview and the finished test task I did, but then they didn’t want to hire me for the full time job (I guess, because I’m disabled) and told me to wait. And I waited for almost two months to get a no. it actually didn’t bother me that much, but today my brother told me that I should apply for another vacancy. I won’t and I don’t want to atm as I am at a pretty good place mentally and activities-wise, but it did get to me in a way. hell yeah, being the all-As aspirational sibling at school sucks. because now I’m just a failure in his eyes. after a while people will get used to seeing me as a stay-in-home weirdo, I hope.

now, none of these things are bad, it’s just life. but at the same time my feelings aren’t invalid or anything. I just needed to type it all out, I guess.

5. how many accounts do you have?

on tumblr it’s 8. I used some of them for rps, others were supposed to be side blogs, but I’m not good at maintaining them, lol.

17. google the top song from the year you were born

Wikipedia says:

The three longest running number-one singles of 1990 are "Nothing Compares 2 U" by Sinéad O'Connor, "Vision of Love" by Mariah Carey, and "Because I Love You (The Postman Song)" by Stevie B, which each attained four weeks at the top of the chart.

and it’s pretty rad. all of them are sad af, lol. the only one I’d heard before is Nothing Compares 2 U. I used to be a huge Sinead O’Connor fan 10 years ago and I still love her.

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[slxyangel]

Long Dark Shadow (Steven Adler / Izzy Stradlin’ x Reader)

Summary: “Revenge is a really tricky fucker, but who cares at this point?” This is the second part of Shock Therapy.

Wordcount: 2.4k.

Warnings: Panic attack, a lot of angst, more angst and a little bit of angst in case there wasn’t enough.

A/N: Since this is a sequel to a story I already posted, here are the tags for the people who asked me to write this, you are the real MVPs and I genuinely appreciate u :))) izzzyjizzy wannabegonnie kairigoth youthgonewild imagines-xxx isahminski

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterlist: https://slxyangel.tumblr.com/post/189625800403/masterlist

The parking lot extended in front of your eyes, almost empty, almost infinite. The pavement was noticeably hot, you could feel it burning under your feet as if you were barefoot. It was mid July and, as expected, the sun showed no mercy. The air was steaming, it scalded, it hurt when you breathed it in. Your head  was spinning but you wouldn’t stop moving, you just couldn’t risk to. It’s funny how you hadn’t noticed any of that when you stepped out to the alley a while before, nothing other than typical summer heat and a slightly more pleasant sensation inside of the studio than outside. But now… oh shit, what had you done?

You reached the first car on your way, a red Volvo and you leaned on it to recover the breath you inexplicably lacked. Well, maybe not that inexplicably, there were probably reasons, only you couldn’t process them. You withdrew your hand as soon as you touched it. Fuck, it was fire. You took your damaged fingers to your mouth in an attempt to sooth them, but the gesture soon turned into a failed attempt to cover your mouth’s accelerated respiration and stopping yourself from having a panic attack. There, beside the red Volvo, you bent down and tried to catch your breath, as two pairs of steps neared you from behind.

Steven situated himself in front of you and squatted, but he kept the distance. He was trying to make you focus your eyes on his instead of letting them freely wander around, searching for life. He had had his fair share of these with you, and he knew better than to hug you, as much as he felt that would make everything better. You needed space, you needed air, and if he was right and the root of this whole thing was the one he had in mind, he was all but going to fix it with his closeness. Izzy, on the other hand was standing there, one step and a half away from you and the drummer, biting his nails, with the very unpleasant feeling that he had caused this. Besides, he was supposed to be the calm guy, the chill dude who could handle situations like these because he had been through many of them, but he was losing his shit. Seeing you there, with tears of powerlessness rolling down your cheeks and your hands unsuccessfully trying to cover them... he didn’t know where to fucking put himself, but he sure wasn’t going to leave you alone, so he stood there, as still as a corpse and with his chipped nails as the only outlet for his own anxiety.

After a couple of minutes, your breath slowed down and evened, and your hands were finally able to dry your cheeks without the danger of tears bathing them all over again. You felt like sitting on the floor, but you wouldn’t repeat that mistake, so you stood up, wrapping your arms around yourself and turning to face Izzy. So did Steven.

-          I’m so sorry – you mumbled, almost to yourself.

-          No, why? What? – the blond sounded hurried, the same way a person does when something is escaping from their hands and they needed to catch it but don’t know how to – Why? Don’t be sorry. Please, don’t be sorry.

-          I… I don’t know, Steven. I really don’t know.

-          It’s okay, you’re okay. Because you are okay, right? Are you okay? You’re breathing, you…

-          Yes, yes, I’m fine.

An honest smile peeked out of your lips. You always loved the way he had to make you feel cared about, he really was the sweetest boy on Earth. But still you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, that something was broken. I was like this dark certainty took over you, and what worried you the most wasn’t that mere fact; it was the sensation that it wasn’t necessarily negative. You wanted to fight against it, but deep down you didn’t. Your eyes flew to the guitarist’s as you were delving into this, and you found him looking at you with a familiar intensity, exactly the same one you were trying to swim against. You shook your head and looked at the floor. No. No, no, no.

-          What do you think? That I didn’t notice? – Steven’s voice sounded tired, as if it weighed ten thousand pounds.

-          What? – you stared at him, confused.

-          That – he gestured with his right hand --. This.

-          Dude… -- Izzy finally talked, with a calm that sounded so uneasy.

-          Dude, what? I’m not dumb. – his shoulders fell limp, matching the sound of his voice – Despite what everybody in here seems to think, I am not dumb. I have eyes, I see things, I realize things. Like the way you look at her as if she was the very axis of your world. Izzy, no offence, but you’re dead inside, and she sparks light in your eyes. At first…

-          Steven, please…

-          Let him finish – you interrupted Izzy.

-          Yes, let me finish  – the drummer looked at you with a gaze you weren’t able to identify –. At first, if I’m honest, I didn’t give it much of a thought. Okay, maybe I am dumb for that. But for God’s sake, you – and now he pointed in your direction – started looking back at him the same way. I see you two from the stall across the glass, sitting on the couch next to each other, you putting your legs over his, how you accept drags of his cigarettes when you don’t even like Marlboro, and how he blows his smoke in your face and you giggle at it…

-          Hey! That was only…

-          Now you let him finish. – Izzy cut you, sharp as a knife.

-          I thought “It’s okay, Steven, you’re being paranoid. She’s effusive, she’s like that” and I know you are and I swear to god I love that about you. But what am I supposed to do when I hear you – his eyes now accused his bandmate – tell Axl that you, I quote, think you fucking love her and that the guilt is consuming your soul? What guilt, man? WHAT FUCKING GUILT???

Tears escaped from his eyes with the same lack of permission words were spilling out of his mouth with, like a faucet he had opened by accident and he couldn’t close. Fuck, you should have known, you should have noticed the same way he did. You should have been more cautious. Not only about controlling your feelings for somebody else, because one can’t really put a lace around that, but about letting him fabricate the wrongest of ideas and chew on it until it was this rooted. After all this situation you didn’t know if he was your boyfriend anymore, but you couldn’t stand to see him suffering, not him, not like that, not because of that. Unlike during the rest of the conversation, you forgot that Izzy was there and that you were trying to be neutral, and you hugged Steven. You were surprised when his arms, although weakly, hugged you back.

-          Steven I… -- the guitarist spoke lowly, raggedly – I am so, so sorry. But not because of what you think… fuck. You are my fucking brother, I wouldn’t do that to you in a million years, I swear on my mother. You don’t believe me now. I see why you don’t believe me, but I need you to make the effort. Yes, the guilt consumed me and still consumes me because I am in love with your girlfriend. Fuck it. I can’t do anything about it. I want you to know I tried, I need you to know I tried. All the fucking time. I saw her with you and I saw her happy, because man, she loves you so much, it’s so obvious one can tell from fifteen miles away. And I caught myself having this sick feeling of envy and fucking rage in my guts because it was you and not me who she looked at like that. And I felt guilty because it was so fucking dark it was gonna eat me alive, and then it was gonna be the band and then it was gonna be us two, and I could see the precipice coming dangerously close and it scared the hell out of me. That’s when I talked to Axl, I needed advice. I never need advice, so imagine how lost I fucking was. But I swear to you that that’s all. Nothing happened between me and her, nothing, I need you to believe that, please.

What the hell was going on now? Your body and Steven’s were slightly more separated now than when Izzy started ranting, but you were still holding his hand. Again, you had been left with no words. You didn’t know what to say because you didn’t even know what you thought. Your feelings were a blur of guilt, love, sadness, frustration, longing and a million other unidentified things, and the way you heard the brunette talk about you and him and Steven hadn’t helped clear it out. All you were absolutely certain about was that you needed the drummer to know he wasn’t right, at least not entirely. You looked at him with again watery eyes and nodded, reassuring the part of Izzy’s discourse the other boy was surely most worried about. You wanted to talk, but you weren’t sure your voice wasn’t gonna crack in the process. You tried your best:

-        I promise. I promise you nothing ever happened between us two. Nothing but this kiss. Please, you have to believe me, Stevie… Steven. – you wanted to bring him closer to you by calling him that, but you were afraid it was only going to pull him further apart, like an attack to happier memories, so you backed down -- I want to be honest with you, as honest as I possibly can, because you deserve it. I’m so sorry I can’t tell you that you are entirely wrong and that I don’t have feelings for someone else, I wish I could do that, I mean it. But at this point I don’t even know what I feel. I am extremely confused. That’s why I panicked before and that’s also probably why I planned the whole thing in the first place. I don’t know, I want to believe that seeing you with the girl triggered things in me, things I didn’t know were there, and I pulled that up as a defense mechanism, and it turned out entirely wrong. I should have thought about it, I know that. The only thing I am certain of is the love I have for you, that was never arguable and will never be. And also I know that I need you to stop torturing yourself with the thought that maybe something happened between your best friend and your girlfriend, because there is absolutely nothing further from the truth.

You managed to fight the lump in your throat and finish your speech without starting to sob, though tears had been freely dancing all over your cheeks while you spoke. The man you were devoted to now looked at you with a new expression of a broken soul. His eyes didn’t look doubtful anymore, he wasn’t waiting for the brick wall of a certainty he had been chasing to crash him so hard he wouldn’t stand up again. No, he was saved from that. Instead, he was full of void. A huge emptiness that, despite how little he wanted it to, understood every word you had just said and tried to adapt the corners of his soul to this reality, new to him. He was plain and simply sad, yet saying that was an understatement.

-          Maybe it was my way of getting your attention? Maybe, I don’t know, I never thought of it like that, but now that I put together all of the things that had me doubting even myself... yeah, maybe it was. Wrong way? Most definitely, I have no excuse, and you have no idea how sorry I am and how much I wish I could take it back. But I can’t. I can’t undo what I did wrong and I unfortunately can’t redo what I clearly haven’t been capable of getting right the first time.

He let go of the hand you were still holding him with, and walked away. Pain shot through you like a poisoned arrow, and you wanted to run behind him and hold him so tight you could glue back all of the pieces you felt guilty of having shattered him into. But you couldn’t do that. It was his grief, it was his sorrow, it wasn’t yours to take and manipulate, even if you wanted to move it towards what you felt was a better direction and with the best of intentions. He had to heal at his own pace, and trying to make things better would only make things worse. So instead, you stood there, looking at the corner he had disappeared behind, with two big tears rolling down your cheeks and an excruciating pain in your throat you wish could cover the pain in your heart.

A long, dark shadow approached you with doubtful steps and hugged you from behind. It was Izzy. It was obviously Izzy. What were you going to do now? You sensed there were parts of you fighting each other, but you couldn’t tell them apart. A trembling, almost weepy sigh abandoned your lungs, not even a significant portion of what you were holding inside. But you were tired. You were infinitely tired of fighting an invisible enemy, so in the middle of the inner and outer storm, you let yourself do what felt the least bad. You turned around in his embrace, just enough to face him, and you pressed your front against his. Your arms surrounded his waist, below where his arms were holding you; and your face hid in his chest, distraught tears wetting his t-shirt. There were no words, there was no need for them, and it didn’t feel any better, but it didn’t feel any worse; that was all you could have asked for. Thinking about it, in case the pain in your throat couldn’t cover the one in your heart, it was comforting to know that a long dark shadow was there to try its best to fix it.

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Blog Post #1

Out of all the films we had to watch, Mid 90’s was the most interesting to me. I’m interested in learning to skate and the retro look has always been cool to me. It was also one of the only films to hold my full attention to the point where I rewatched scenes for my own pleasure. Long story short this movie is lit. One of the characters I most identified with would be Ray. 

In the skate shop, Ray explains how it is being black because Fourth Grade asks if it’s cool. Spoiler it’s pretty cool not gonna lie. Ray gives an example that I wasn’t expecting from the movie. He says when they skate in Beverly Hills, they already get looked at some type of way and people say they’re vandalizing and stuff, but it feels like it comes down harder on him. After hearing him say that it was apparent that I would probably relate to him the most since i’m a young black man, and have also felt that some instances the consequences are harder for myself. 

When Ruben is explaining to Stevie everyone's nicknames, he says that Ray doesn’t need one because he’s cool without one. I feel a similar way about nicknames. I don’t need a nickname to feel different or cooler because A) I’m already cool, and B) I feel like my name is cool and having a nickname would take away from who I am. Stevie also says that ray is cooler without a nickname. Ray’s friends obviously see him in a positive light, which is the same with mine (I hope). They’ve told me I’m a cool dude, even though I don’t see anything I do that makes me seem any cooler than the average guy. If I had to take a guess It’s probably how I carry myself, like Ray I come off as a chill, laid back kinda guy and I also have a knack for clowning on people. We both also question authority, whether it be demands or rules that are set in place.

 When Ray and his squad are posted up on the steps of a school, a security guard walks up and tells them that they gotta skidaddle before they get their asses beat. Of course in classic teen fashion they say no and start roasting his ass lmao. Ray and the guard get into an F-you match and Ray says “you smokin cigarettes on school property” and the guard says Jesus smokes cigarettes. Ray immediately claps back with “what kinda cigarettes he smoke”. The guard, caught off guard (pun intended) stumbles over his words and storms off. Long story short I’m a smart ass.

There are three common themes in the films we watched and they are, drugs, acceptance and alcohol. In Mid 90’s Stevie smokes cigarettes with Ruben because he wants to fit in. Ruben saying he should be more like him because he smokes, skates, and dips his pen in someone else’s ink *wink*probably gave Stevie more incentive to try and fit in within the group of skaters especially since it appears that Stevie is younger than Ruben is. In KIDS Telly steals a 40 and drinks it throughout the next scene. Later Telly is offered Whip its in one of his homeboys crib and does one, immediately feeling the high. Back to Mid 90’s, Fuck Shit gives Ruben and Stevie some of his ADD medication, much to the dislike of Ray. In the next scene the group goes to a party and Stevie is seen smoking weed with a girl he met that night. These themes are relatable to youth culture because teens and young adults are at a vulnerable point socially in life. 

Teens usually try to fit into groups that they see as popular or successful at that point in time.They try to feel accepted because they themselves are unsure of what they want to do or who they are. Humans are social creatures so not fitting in any group hits us hard mentally.

Now the part I’ve been looking forward to the most, a new soundtrack for Mid 90’s! I’m about to give you the greatest soundtrack ever just so you know. 

The first song I thought of was “There They Go”, a South african rapper named  Nasty C. This song in my opinion fits well in the scene where everyone is skating at the courthouse and the police arrive. Everyone scatters and I think the name of the song fits the situation well. The song just sounds like good chase music to me.

 Next is “Dr Birds”, by rap collective Griselda. This song fits more as an instrumental in the scene where Fuck Shit accidently hits Stevie’s older brother with his board during a trick. The two then stand face to face and Fuck Shit punks him making him walk off. The song gives off a standoff vibe and has a bell sound that reminds me of the standoffs from Dragonball Z right before a fight.

“Fubu” by rapper Royce Da 5’9” featuring Conway the machine comes to mind as soon as I saw the party scene. The song is from Royce’s album “The Allegory”, and like always he come with bars. The beat gives off a mischievous and sneaky vibe that I think would go along well with the low lit lighting and the weed they smoke since obviously they wouldn’t want anyone to know what’s happening here.

“Wish You Well” by rapper Amir Obe would fit perfectly during the scene when Stevie comes home high off the drugs he took before and after the party and runs from his brother around the house. The song has an intensity that isn’t too overpowering for the scene, even if only the beat is used.

“Kingdom Come” by Raury played in the back of my head when Ruben and Stevie were talking about nicknames. The song reminds me of togetherness with its calm mood and slower tempo. I think it works well when characters are connecting or expanding their relationship between one another.

“I’m Good Luv, Enjoy” by rapper Aaron May is a song I personally love to cruise to, so it’s only fitting I have it play during the scene when the group of skaters (and Stevie) are riding their boards down the street after Ray suggest they go skateboarding at the skate shop. The song would continue to play during the security guard interaction. The song has a good bounce along with the lyrics “I ain’t got time for you, get up out my face” work well because Ray gets in the guards face and clowns him which makes him leave. It reminds me of high school when me and my friends would crack jokes on the security guard at lunch.

“PTSD” by rap label Dreamville is a much better song to play when Ray and Stevie skate after his mother tells him he can’t hang with the skaters anymore. After his mom does her motherly duty Ray and Stevie have a heart to heart, and ray opens up about his younger brother who passed away. The song that actually plays during this scene is ass I’m not gonna lie. They needed to have me select the songs, Jonah Hill should cut me a check I’m just saying.

“Almeda” by Solonge is more of a joke selection. Don’t get me wrong the song is good, but if it were to play when Stevie downs a 40, that would be hilarious! Think about it as Steve chugs the bottle Solonge goes “pour my drank, sip, sip, sip,” lmao pure gold right there.

“Y U DON’T LOVE ME (MISS AMERIKKKA)” by Joey Bada$$ would play a little after Stevie gets drunk to Solonge. A lot happens in this scene and the trippy sound the beat has would complement Stevie and his impaired state especially when he gets into a fight with Ruben at a skatepark.

The final song I couldn’t decide between “It Ain’t Hard to Tell” by Nas, or “93 ‘Till Infinity” by Souls Of Mischief. These songs would play during Fourth Grade’s movie he was filming throughout the whole movie. The song that plays in the movie is an old school hip hop record, so I figured why not keep the similar sound, especially since he named the film wait for it….Mid 90’s.

You probably want to listen to this marvelous and swaggy soundtrack, oh what’s this a link to the soundtrack where did that come from. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0eFLRkG3KEgyMbWTGcJefn?si=RBLAKIsrTFqDLrsaLG_PSQ

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Steve Rogers x Reader- Dance

Here's another one , yay <3

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Steve POV

I was sitting at my bed , staring at nothing . God , life was so easier before .  I was visiting Peggy's grave yesterday . I think I'm ready . To move on . To live again . Maybe , just maybe , I have a chance of being happy again .

I stretched my arms and looked at the clock . Five am . I jumped out of the bed , changed into my training clothes , grabbed a water bottle and made my way out of the compound , for my everyday morning run .

It was sunrise , and the sky was painted beautiful shades of rosy pink , orange  and baby blue . Looks like an amazing day is ahead of us . I came to one of my favorite parks and slowed down a little . I looked around myself . People who are rushing into work with coffee in one hand , and phone in other , probably talking to their other halfs , to pick up kids  after lunch . Dog lovers with their pets running in front of them . Some people on bicykles , some roller-skating , and some are skateboarding . I see one or two younger couples , just enjoying the time they have . I smile to myself as I remember the old times . Bucky flirting with all girls , who were crazy about him , constantly trying to get me to date someone . The good old times . I miss them .

In the distance , I see older couple , maybe around 70 years . They are holding on to each other , as if nothing else mattered . Talking and smiling , feeding pigeons as they did . They looked so happy . So peacefully . As I was watching them , they saw me and smiled . And in that moment I knew . I want that sometime . I can't save the world forever . I want a normal life . Well as normal as I can have it . Guess , we'll just have to wait and see what life has prepared for us .

I ran into some fans , took some photos , signed some things and stopped for coffee . I looked at my phone and saw that it's already six . Better head back to the compound and have some breakfast.

-time skip-

After breakfast , I've gone grocery shopping , and than training . As I was cleaning the mess I made , Bucky walked in with a smile on his face .

" Hey Buck . " I smiled at my best friend .

"Hey , listen ... I know you're Captain America and your life is all about "GoD bLeSs AmErIcA" and "LaNgUaGe" , but it's been sooo long since we've done something together , and there's this new bar opened just nearby , and guess what , it's 40s themed !" Bucky rumbled at the speed of light . Maybe this could be an oportunity to try to live again .

"And I know you're gonna say that you have responsibilities and-"

"Ok." I cut him off .

"Wait , what ?"

"Ok , let's do it ."

"Are you serious ?! Okay , go get ready . We're leaving at 8 ." I chucled at my best friend . Just like the old times ....

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When we arrived to the bar , we were met with dim lighting and people dancing . It really was 40s themed . Bucky has authomatically found some girl to flirt with so I made my way to get a drink . And that's when I saw her . A beautiful girl , no woman . Her Y/H/C hair were gently braided in an elegant updo , her beautiful Y/E/C eyes reflected the lighting , her perfect rosy lips were curled upwards in a gorgeous smile that could outshine thousands of stars . She was perfect .  And then she looked at me and I froze .

Your POV

I looked at my phone . Only 5 minutes until my shift ends . I smiled to myself as I made a drink for random customer . I could feel eyes at me and when I looked to my right , a tall , insanely handsome man was looking at me . He had a dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes . And then I figured it out . HOLY SHIT IT'S CAPTAIN AMERICA INFSDHNNKD !!! Oh no , he's looking at me . Fuck , what am I supposed to do . Ok Y/N , chill . Play it cool . I looked at the clock and saw that while I was talking here to myself , my shift ended . I swiftly took off my apron , as I made my way over to him because , duh , I'm a fangirl , I need my pictures .

"Good evening , miss ..." Ok , act cool .

"O-Oh , umm Y/N ." Yeah girl , that's the definition of 'act cool'. I mentaly facepalmed . Ok , here we go .

"Um , I'm sorry to bother you but , could you maybe , take a picture with me please ?" I'm a mess . He chuckled . Good God , Y/N stop swooning about him .

"Of course , but could I maybe , I don't know , buy you a drink ?" I blushed and screamed internaly . Is he seriously asking to buy me a drink ? If he would told me to jump off a roof I would do it .

"U-Um yes , please ." WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N ?!

We made our way over to the bar , he bought me a drink and we started talking . He was actually awesome , kind and a true gentlemen . Not to mention he was extremely good looking .

"So you're from around here ?" He asked me , with his deep , velvet voice .

"Yes , actually my apartment is just above the bar ." GOD DAMMIT Y/N THAT SOUNDED SO WRONG .

"Oh , ok ." Now you've scared him off , great . Just great .

"Oh , um look , I was wondering if , maybe , and you totally don't have to , you know what this was a stupid idea . Forget about it ." What is he trying to say ?

"Chill , it's okay . Anyways , just ask me anything ." Breathe Y/N , breathe .

"Wouldyoumaybewanttogooutwithmeitotallyunderstandifyousayno-" What the hell ?

"I don't understand a word you're saying , breathe . Slow down ." I chucled . He took a deep breath .

"Would you want to go out with me ?" Wait did he just-? OMG he did . Ok Y/N keep yourself together  . Be chill .

"Yes , I would like that very much ." Ok , that was actually good .

"Really ?! I-I mean cool , cool ." I smiled . Adorable . He's like a happy puppy . Snap out of it Y/N .

"Can I have your number ?" He was more relaxed now .

"Yep , give me your phone ." Did you just said yep to Steve Rogers ? Yes . Yes you did .

I wrote my number to his phone . I looked at the clock and realized , that it's already late , and I have an early shift tomorrow .

"I really loved this evening , but I must be going . I have work tomorrow . Text me !" I winked at him from distance . What the hell Y/N ?! Why would you do that ?

As I was leaving the place , I heard distant shouting .

"WOOO GET SOME STEVIE !!!" I chuckled and looked at Steve . He was bright red .

Who knows ? Maybe this could be something good .

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Okk , yeah . This request was fun to write . If you have some ideas , I take 'em .

Love youu <3