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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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summertime sadness .2.

holiday

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (intercourse, oral)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You enjoy your last days of escape.

Note: Alrighty, we’re building up to the real crux of this installment and I am pumped to begin the next chapters because shit gon get wildin’. I hope you all enjoyed the first part and here’s a fluffy, smutty second chapter. Bon appetit. 💋

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The jet lag lulled you into a heavy sleep. Even so, you woke up early as Steve snored loudly beside you. You suspected, had it not been for your exhaustion, your night would have been restless because as soon as you opened your eyes, you were thinking of the day before.

Your phone vibrated as if sensing your thoughts and you grabbed it as you climbed off the bed. It was a text from Kylie. ‘Missing out girl’. You read and crept into the living room. ‘Don’t rub it in’, you replied after several tries. Your stomach was fluttering.

You were miles away and yet you felt just sending that message would give you away. As if she would sense your secret hidden between the letters. Your phone blipped as she returned a tongue out emoji and you countered with a thumbs up and set the phone aside with a sigh.

“Hungry?” Steve’s voice frightened you and you nearly jumped as you turned to him. “We’ll order some room service.”

He rubbed his eye with his knuckles as he took the menu from the coffee table and sat. “Eggs? Crepes?”

You sat beside him and looked over his shoulder. “Fruit and yogurt’s fine.”

“Boring,” He sounded like Kylie. “This is a vacation.”

“I’m not very hungry,” You argued as you crossed your arms and slouched against the couch. “But thanks.”

“Okay,” He shrugged as he reached for the phone on the table that stood by the arm of the couch. He dialed the extension and the other end picked up almost immediately as you closed your eyes. “Hi, I’ll get the Executive Breakfast and some yogurt and fruit to Suite 3a. Yes. And two mimosas…” You opened one eye and he peeked over at you with a grin. “Coffee too. Thanks.”

He hung up and sat back. He rubbed his shoulder against yours and leaned in. “

What’s going on, miss grumpy pants?”

“Please,” You pushed yourself to your feet. “Don’t talk to me like a child.”

“I’m not,” He argued. “Really? What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” You lied.

“We’re here to have fun so please… just tell me.”

“I just feel…” You looked around. “I dunno. I guess I’m just not used to all this.”

“So enjoy it,” He stood with a groan. “A nice day by the pool, hmm?”

You tried not to smile as he neared and pulled you to him. “I… my apartment could fit in here and more and my mom’s house is barely--”

“Do you ever think of yourself?” He interrupted.

“I think you know I do,” You let him wrap his arms around you. “I’ve grown too comfortable with being selfish.”

“Having fun isn’t selfish,” He insisted. “Don’t think of it like that.”

“Don’t you ever think… about what other people think?” You ran your hands along his shoulders. “When they see us together? I mean, they might not know us but--”

“They probably think I’m a lucky man,” He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “I don’t care what they think. Do you?”

“I don’t know, but I notice the looks.” You shrugged.

“Jealousy. Bitterness.” He said. “Let me tell you, if I could be your age again, I wouldn’t bother with caring about other people. It’s not worth it. Trust me.”

You smiled reluctantly. “I suppose…”

“Hey,” He caught your chin before you could look away. “You’re not stuck with me. If you’re not comfortable, if this doesn’t feel right, we can end it when you want. No hard feelings.”

You inhaled and gazed up at him. “No, I don’t want to end it, I just… am still trying to understand it. To understand myself.”

“You’re young, you’ve got time to figure yourself out,” He stroked your cheek with his thumb. “And this is just a step on that road.”

💋

The day was serene. After breakfast, you changed into your new swimsuit and settled into the pool with a book. Steve didn’t bother you much. You caught him watching you but he didn’t do much. When you climbed out and claimed one of the loungers, he followed you.

You sat back and closed your book. You set it aside and he took it. He read the synopsis on the back cover and gave a ‘hmm’. A dry history of the American Railroad; two bucks out of the discount bin but surprisingly intriguing. He put it back where you left it and stretched across the other lounger.

“You excited?” He asked.

“About?” You adjusted your sunglasses as you bent your legs.

“Your new job.” He was unabashed as his eyes explored your figure.

“Oh, yeah, nervous.” You answered as you fidgeted. “I’m trying not to think too much about it.”

“Why?” He reached over and touched your hand. “It’ll be a foot in the door and you’re a great writer.”

“Am I? How would you know?”

“Bucky sent me a copy of your article. The one that got you the placement.” He explained and you looked at him, stunned.

“You read my article?” You gaped.

“Enjoyed it,” He smiled. “You’re gonna go far, you know that? You’ll be visiting Hawaii every year. Living the life.”

You laughed. “Okay, sure.” You pulled your hand away and wiped the sweat from your forehead.

“I mean it,” He said. “Any plans after your degree?”

“I don’t know. Maybe another or… We’ll see how this goes first.”

“Gee, I’m sorry,” He shook his head. “This was meant to be a nice little getaway and I just ruined it, didn’t I?”

“No, it’s fine,” You assured him. “Really. I’m just… anxious.”

“I can help your nerves,” He purred and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Mmhmm,” You hung your arms over those of the chair and closed your eyes. “Nothing a little sun and dissociation won’t help.”

You ignored his shadow on the other side of your eyelids and the subtle shift of his lounger as he moved. You squeaked as you felt his fingers brush from ankle to knee. He pushed your legs apart as you opened your eyes. You tried to resist him but he was strong, insistent.

“Steve,” You whispered.

“Shh, it’s okay,” He bent over the end of the lounger and pulled you closer. You slid across it and tried to catch yourself on your arms. “No one can see us.”

“I don’t--” You gulped as he pulled aside the crotch of your bathing suit. “Steve, please, let’s go--”

His tongue was cool and your legs locked up around his head as he buried it between them. You hissed as he suckled at your clit and unable to push him away, you stretched your fingers across his head and urged him on. He was only too eager to bend to your will.

“St-e-ve,” You shuddered. “Pl-ease.”

He smiled against you as he drank you up. You whined and squeezed his head between your thighs as you contorted in pleasure. How simply he could wrap you around his finger. You arched into him as he grabbed your legs and pushed them over his shoulders. The lounger felt just as weak as you were.

You panted as he pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm was a song; a series of moans smothered beneath your palm. He hummed and lapped up your ecstasy. He was reluctant to pull away. Your legs trembled and slip from his shoulders as he sat up. He licked his glistening lips and fixed your swimsuit.

“Well,” He grabbed the lounger and pushed himself to his feet. “I think I need to cool down.” His shorts were tented with his arousal as he turned his back to you and stretched his arm above his head. He neared the pool and lowered himself into the water with a sigh. “How about you, sweetie?��

“Uh… yeah,” You breathed. “Sure.”

You were slow to rise and slightly dizzy as you got to your feet. You swept off your sunglasses and left them on the lounger. Your cum cooled against your swimsuit. You sat on the edge and carefully slid into the water.

Steve was quick to draw you to him and pin you against the wall. His broad chest pressed against yours as he kissed you. The water swayed gently around you. He held you to him and turned so that he was pressed to the tiled wall.

“You know,” He cupped your cheek with a damp hand. “I wanted to fuck you in the pool last summer but… well… if I’m being honest, I would’ve fucked you in every single room.”

You giggled and kissed him again. “You’re so dirty.” You teased as you pulled away.

“Oh, I never said I wasn’t,” He nuzzled your cheek as his hand glided along the curve of your side. “You should come down again. I can take you for a ride on the motorcycle… finally finished that old beast.”

“I don’t think--”

“Kylie will be visiting for Thanksgiving this year,” He offered. “You can tag along with her if you’re free.”

“I don’t know, my mom--”

“Of course,” He dragged his nose along your chin and pecked along your throat. “We’ll figure something out.”

His hand slipped down and he lifted your leg. He hooked it around his hip and pushed down his shorts beneath the water. You looked down and your eyes rounded. He took your hand and wrapped it around his dick. You grasped him and raised your head slowly. You began to stroke him and he shivered.

“You can take me for a ride now,” You grinned.

“Oh yeah,” He grabbed your ass and lifted you easily.

You clung to him with one arm as you angled him beneath the water. You shoved your swimsuit aside with two fingers and quickly pushed him inside. You bit your lip as you slid down his length and he let out a long breath. You rocked against him and moaned in his ear.

“Mmm,” He purred. “Sweetie, you’re so sexy.”

“Yeah?” You preened as you rode him slowly. “You like that?”

“I love it,” He assured you as he squeezed your ass. “I just… couldn’t help myself. Watching you all day…” His hot breath crept down your neck as he spoke. “Reading over there with no clue how hard you were making me… the way your lips move just slightly…”

You moaned again and he bent to nibble along your throat. He led you up and down as his impatience grew. His teeth pinched your skin, sure to leave a mark, but you didn’t care. The water splashed around you as you crushed him against the wall of the pool. You tossed your head back and sped up.

You were frantic for release. His name rolled off your tongue as you chased your climax. Your core pulsed hotly and all at once the coil snapped. You came with shrill mewl but didn’t slow. You grabbed Steve’s head and smushed your lips against his. You parted as you bounced against him and your lips quivered.

“I want you to cum in me,” The words sent a thrill through you. “Please.”

“You sure?” He rasped and you nodded with a hum.

He smirked and turned you suddenly. He pushed you against the tile and pounded into you harder than before. You cried out with each thrust and he growled as he gripped the edge of the pool. He grunted as his hips jerked wildly. A warm gush filled you, searing as the cool water flowed around your bodies.

He shivered as he stilled and sank into you entirely. He stepped out of his shorts that had slumped to his ankles. He moved away from the wall, still inside you and walked with you in his arms to the steps of the pool. He climbed them slowly and the water dripped from your intertwined bodies. He carried you through the glass doors.

“What are you doing?” You asked as the haze cleared.

“I’m gonna do exactly what I always wanted,” He snarled and fell onto the couch with you under him. “I’m going to fuck you on every piece of furniture in this place.” He rocked his hips and spasmed as your walls clung to his oversensitive cock. “And then again. And again.” He spoke with each tilt of his hips. “And again.”

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Three days and then you were headed back to the city. The weekend had gone much like the beginning. By the end, you’d forgotten the worries that awaited you back home; the underlying duplicity of your tryst. The plane ride was long enough for it all to come hurtling back but you staved it off for your last twelve hours of bliss. With your hand in Steve’s, you let him hold the load for you.

And when you landed in New York and you’d retrieved his rover from the lot, you were ready to sleep off your doubts. He stopped outside your apartment. You could tell he was sad to see it. You lingered in the car as he leaned over to kiss you.

“So…” He said as he pulled back, his arm across your seat. “I’ll see you...later.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how much time I’ll have off,” You lamented. “But I’ll call you.”

“Facetime?” He asked coyly.

“Hmm,” You chewed your lip. “You sure you can figure it out?”

“Hey,” He retorted at the jibe. “I think you know age barely hinders me.”

“We can try,” You said. “I’ve never… it might be awkward.”

“Never,” He assured you. “But I’ll be coming down in September to help Kylie move back into dorms.”

“Kylie…” You echoed. “So, is she still trashin’ your place?”

“As far as I know,” He grumbled. “But I’ll deal with that when I get there. Maybe I’ll just cancel her little girls’ trip seeing as she’s already had her fair share of fun.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin with her,” You shook your head. “Well…”

“I can stay another night.” He offered.

“No, no, you should get going. I got a lot of stuff to do for this new job and some commissions to finish.” You said glumly. “Thanks. For everything. I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too,” He kissed you again. “I’ll tell Bucky to take it easy on you.”

“He’s not so bad. I don’t think I’m in his section next year but we’ll see,” You chimed. “Drive safe.”

“I will, sweetie. I--” He stopped himself and glanced out the windshield. “You let me know how the job goes, okay?”

“Will do,” You said as you grabbed your purse. “See ya.”

“Yeah, see ya,” He nodded stiffly. “Goodbye.”

You kissed him one last time before you got and grabbed your bag from the trunk. You stepped up on the curve and he gave a small wave as he pulled away. You watched him go and turned to your building. The ivy creeping along the aged brick dragged you back from the sunny serenity of Hawaii.

Time to get back to real life.

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lady-olive-oil · 6 years ago

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Work Out: Chapter 3

What up what up! It’s that time again, and you already know! It took a me a good minuet ti get this done and edited, but it’s here and I am currently working on the next chapter along with BSB. Critique is greatly appreciated along with likes and reblogs. If you’d like to be apart of the Lil Nastie’s tag squad, let me know. Here we go!

Warnings: none but fluff, tension, language

WC: 5.1k [not sure how this went about but i did it]

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(Five, four, three, two, one

Leggo! (watch me)

Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up All this on me, so yummy, all this oh so yummy You know you want this yummy, yummy all in your tummy)

Groaning to sounds of my alarm on my phone, that only meant one thing. I had to get my cute self out this queen sized bed and get ready for school. Not too much left to do for graduation. Good thing I had enough gas in my car. Leggings and a T-shirt was all I need, along with my braids in a bun and sneakers. Turning off the alarm, I gathered myself together. Looking like a bum for school was what everyone was gonna get from me.

Taking classes to become a physical therapist, were anything but easy. Especially taking it a second time, but being more advanced. Go back to school to become a physical therapist they said, it’ll be fun they said. 8 am classes ain’t no joke, yet I thought I’d be done with it all. Nope! Still taking them. Only taking three classes anyway, graduation ain’t far behind. Anatomy, general chemistry 2 and biology 2.

As I made my way to the lecture hall, I saw one of my classmates walk past me. She looked happy as hell and I wanted to know why.

“Hey Layla. Why do you look so pleased?” Leaning against the brick building that held the campus library, I got her attention.

“Oh, hey Geneva. You didn’t hear about class being canceled?”

“Uh nah. Was it in the- damn. The group me. I have got to turn the notifications back on.” Feeling embarrassed, I checked the chat and it was true. Class had been canceled, well I’ll be damned.

Waving goodbye to Layla, getting back to my car, I contemplated my next move.

Well it is 8:45, I have no others classes today. I could either run those errands I was gonna do. Talking to myself in my head, as I planned my day out accordingly, I got a message from the devil.

Jake: Are you free for lunch today? We need to discuss some things.

I know this negro did not just- cool it down Gege. Inhale, exhale, let it go. Thinking of what to respond back to him, he messaged her again.

Jake: I know you read my message, Geneva. Don’t play these games. Be an adult.

That was the last straw. I winded up calling him and putting him on speaker phone.

“Nigga, what do you want?” The obvious sass coming from my voice, lack of sleep from packing up the rest of his shit last night.

This divorce was taking longer than I had planned and it wasn’t making my life any easier. It caused me to have sleepless nights; not eating as much as I should’ve been and just tuning things out. Yet I initiated the divorce.

“Ouch. Language my love. Listen-”

“Not your love, and it’s Genevieve to you and your little pile of sand you call a girlfriend. Now answer the damn question: what do you want?” The irritation was getting to me, I had to calm down somehow.

“Leave Mandy out of this please, she’s not my girlfriend. Cool it with that shit. Anyway, I just think we should meet up to discuss the divorce. Say over lunch at that pizza parlor in Times Square?” He suggested with a gentle tone, I could feel the smirk on his face through the phone.

“You a whole ass child coming at me with that stank attitude. Ha! You got me twisted, thinking you can talk to me just any old kind of way.”

“Are you done? Cause clearly the dude you’ve been running around with don’t look like much either.” His tone was dull and irritated.

“Are you done? Clearly you don’t get the point of a divorce: sign the papers, get ya shit and leave. What don’t you get Jacob? Leave Florian out of this too. He’s just a friend, nothing more.” I haven’t said his full name in a minute. Why did it hurt to say that Florian was just a friend? Jesus be a fence.

“This is just a misunderstanding. Look, just have lunch with me. We haven’t talked since you gave the papers to me.” He did have a point, just this one time.

The deep sigh that left my lips, caused my body to hum in frustration.

“One lunch. That’s it. The next meetings we have will be with our lawyers present. This needs to be done and over with already.”

“Oh come on. I know you miss me, baby girl.”

I nearly gagged in my mouth when he called me that. The only time it meant something, was when we first started dating. Once the lies started in our marriage soon came the infidelity; the over charging in our joint account. The list goes on.

Did I really want to get dressed again, out of my leggings and Nike T-shirt? He just gonna have to deal with what I present to him.

“Let’s get something straight, ok?” I started and grabbed my phone to make my statement clear.

“First of all: We ain’t meeting at the place we went on our first date. Ain’t happen captain, you ain’t slick. Second of all: whatever I got on, is what I have on. I look like a bum so that’s what you’ll get. And third of all: we’re meeting at a neutral spot which is yours. You’re paying for my food, for wasting my time” he owned a little cafe on Times Square. Only thing going for him is his business degree.

There was a poignant pause, a heavy sigh followed. He tried it.

“Deal. It’s just you right?” He didn’t want any surprises. He needs to get over himself.

“Just me. Get over yourself. See you in 15.” I hung up before I could hear him say bye back. I had enough of his bullshit anyway. I didn’t even want to do this meeting but I had to get it over with.

Before I could even leave the parking lot, I got a message from Florian. Which made my body freeze and a smile stretch across my face.

Florian: good morning gorgeous. I hope your morning has been well.

This man knows how to woo a woman. I just don’t know how I ended up with him being back in my life. Responding back, I had to be honest. Pretty sure he could read right through me.

Me: it’s been going, could be better. Class today was canceled but. My ex wants to met up with me for a chat. Sadly.

Everybody I came in contact with knows that I no longer desire any time to be around Jake Austin, anymore. I have wasted the last 4-5 years of my life over some dude who can’t keep himself in his pants.

Waiting for him reply, I was anxious for his response. Knowing he didn’t care did Jake much either.

Florian: it’s only a chat right? I’d hate to come up there to save the Princess from evil.

Me: well aren’t you a charmer. I’m a big girl I can handle myself love. I appreciate it though. Definitely looking forward to tonight too~

This man was something. From the top of his head, to the soles of his feet. There was no way he was real. Making my way to the cafe, I started to think about what could Jake possibly want to talk about this time. Could be an intelligent conversation. Not.

The place was packed but luckily, a spot was available for me to snag. Hearing my phone buzz one more time, I bit my bottom lip in concentration.

Florian: if you ever need me to become backup, let me know. I’m looking forward to tonight too. Tell me, which sounds better: fancy dinner or Dave and Busters?

He really going for it. I like a man who can take charge. Walking into the cafe I saw Jake behind the bar with Alejandro, his bartender, and they both waved at me. I hadn’t seen Alejandro in a minuet, so seeing him made this meeting better. The place had a it’s moments, some great and bad one's. But they were moments.

I couldn’t help but think back to when he first opened this place. He was so happy and full of energy, that he couldn’t fathom any of it. One of the only times where it was good, but the bad outweighed it all. It finally crashed down when we moved to Orlando. My phone buzzed again, from Florian.

Me: let’s do something fun; Dave and Busters. I’m gonna need some fun tonight. You’re just the person to give it to me.

I didn’t think I’d be this bold with talking to anyone, let alone a man. But hey, it’s working out and confidence boost is needed. My phone buzzed again, taking me out of my concentration as I took a seat by the window, across from Jake.

Florian: oh I’ll give it to you alright. See you tonight princess.

“Well damn.” I muttered to myself while looking at my phone, knowing that Jake was giving me a death glare. I didn’t care either way, so I sent Florian my address and then put my phone on the table.

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” He asked in a smug tone, leaning back to show up. Which he didn’t have much to show off.

“None of your business. That’s what I want to share. So why am I here?” Not in the mood for his shit, I cut right to the chase.

“Nice to see you Jake, how are you? Oh my good Geneva thanks for asking.” He rolled his eyes and scoffed at me.

“I have plans today, so hurry up. Why did you want to discuss our divorce?” I didn’t want to be here any longer than I already was.

“Well there’s been a little upset happen and I figured I’d tell you now, rather than wait and hide till the final day.”

“Quit stalling. I’m sure you have to get back to Mandy, she has you on a tight leash.” I took a sip of strawberry margarita and eyed him carefully.

“Leave her out of this. That’s your problem, always wondering about who I’m messing with. You need to check yourself.” He eyed me back.

“Uh oh, little Jake got some bass in his voice. And FYI, I watch everyone I mess with. Now tell me why am I here?”

“I have a child now.” He went right out with it. There was a poignant silence in the air.

“A what? Is Mandy your baby mama?” I arched a brow in curiosity.

“Yes she is the mother of my child. And, why does it matter?” He confessed. He looked comfortable about it too.

“So let me get this straight: you mean to tell me she had your baby? And you want child support from me?” This was about to hit left.

“Not child support, more of alimony. Settle the divorce. To help out.”

“Nigga is you dumb? We sighed a prenup for a reason.” And it went way left.

“Yeah we did. I still have my half of what I came with, you do too. I just need more to help out with the baby.” He sure was talking out the side of his neck.

“Is it crack? Is that what you smoke?” I asked in a hushed tone, leaning against the table.

He looked at me as if I was the crazy one. He has the wrong one when it comes to legal matters.

“Genevieve, I need your help with this. I can’t-”

“You can’t what? Stop gambling your money away? Spending it on strippers and what not? You can, you absolutely could stop. Cause I’m not giving you dime. She gave you something I couldn’t!” That memory still haunted me. The day I lost the baby and how he made me feel as though it was my fault, I still can’t sleep at night because of it.

“I- know, and I’m sorry for all of that.” He sounded so sincere and I almost fell for it again. He reached for my hand and I drew it back.

“No you’re not. You’re looking for a goddamn handout again. I’m not the one to mess with Jacob. Have a good day, see you in a month.”

I grabbed my belongings and headed to my car. I couldn’t believe him, the audacity of him to think he could do this to me. I needed a change of scenery bad.

Message to the girls:

Meet me at the salon. I need to vent and look good for tonight.

Sending the message, I drove as far away as I could. I had to get my head on straight.

-The salon-

“Hell no. He got some nerve asking you to give him some hush money to help him and his raggedy ass baby mama.”

Destiny went off her rocker when I told her and Cynthia about my altercation earlier. We were all getting our hair and nails done, at Bon Bon, to release some stress. I had to get beautified for my date at least.

“He wants you to give him more money from the divorce, to help raise his baby. Nah, hell no. This divorce is going on long enough. He needs to sign them.” Cynthia wasn’t having it either. It didn’t make sense to her either. Josie came in just in time, already knowing the rundown.

“He’s a damn fool. I have to tell Florian what happened today, can’t start a new beginning with a lie or secrets.” I sighed gently, thinking of how he’d take it. The look I got from them three was priceless.

“So, you and Captain Romania huh? You two seem pretty close.” Cynthia arched a brow, as her nails were getting done.

That caused my face to heat up a little, just thinking about the late night conversations we’ve been having. He’s really easy to talk to; great listener, makes me laugh. He’s just too good to be true but he’s real.

“Yeah we’ve been talking a bit. Hung out a few times before skate night. I’m just nervous about going on my first date in a year, and on top of it all dealing with Jake’s broke ass.” Letting Evangeline curl my hair a bit, was checking my phone.

Looking at Instagram, occasionally glancing at my feed, I see a new post from Florian. The picture looks like it’s me, at the skating rink. Holy shit..

“Uh ladies. Did you check Florian’s recent post?” I asked the room and they all checked their phones. Within the next 2.5 seconds the rook erupted with a fit giggles, oohs and ahhs.

“Girl! You got him smitten! ‘There’s something about a grown woman in roller skates, and slow jams.’ What did you do to this man? Got people asking if you’re his lady or not, and what’s your Instagram.” Josie squealed happily, as she kept reading through the comments.

“All I did was stand my ground to Mandy; roller skate with him and kissed his cheek. That’s it.” I explained gently, trying not to grin so hard.

“Girl! That’s uncharted territory!” Destiny tapped my shoulder.

“Ok, ok! Maybe I felt daring, and I may feel daring again tonight too.” Handing the money to Eva, I checked myself out in the mirror. Damn I looked good.

“Keep us posted!”

“Please do!”

“We need to facetime later!”

“I got y’all. Don’t worry!” Blowing them all a kiss, I headed out the salon feeling better than ever. Something about getting your hair done makes you feel powerful. It was only a matter of time before the big night.

-Geneva’s Condo-

Boxes on top of boxes. I still have yet to unpack and I’ve been here for about nearly a month. Luckily my clothes were in the walk in closet.

My orange camouflage pants were in the dryer; my white sneakers were in their box still and my black lace bodysuit was in the closet.

“Ok. I need to shower and shave yo cause ya never know.” Checking my phone for the time, it was 6:45, he’ll be here soon.

My shower wasn’t long anyway; pinned up my curls in a bun, quick shave and lather in cocoa butter lotion. All the essentials needed for a perfect date.

Hearing the doorbell ring, I paused before applying my snicker doodle lip-gloss.

“Coming!” I hopped down the stairs to get the door, and was met with a tall Romanian teddy bear that held a bouquet of sunflowers.

“Florian. You shouldn’t have.”

“I insist, and besides it wouldn’t be a date without flowers?” He handed me the flowers, then placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“True. I’m almost ready, I just need to get my sneakers on and my jacket. Then we can go, make yourself at home. Sorry about the boxes.” I kissed his cheek, upon seeing him get flustered a bit, I set the flowers in a vase then I headed upstairs to get my things.

“Take your time draga.” He smiled gently and sat on my couch.

Did he just called me dear? Hmm, if only he knew I can speak Romanian fluently. Studying abroad in Germany had its perks for a semester, from the second year of college. Slipping on my sneakers and grabbing my jacket, I skipped down the stairs.

“Ready to go?” I asked, catching him off guard from his selfie. I’m pretty sure I got in one.

“Yup let's go- you look amazing.” Florian bit his bottom lip and gave me a once over. The heat rushed to my cheeks as he spun me around a bit.

“Florian, come on now. We’re gonna be late.” Smiling sweetly as possible, I grabbed my keys and headed for the door with him in tow. Making sure the door was locked, I sighed in relief and continued on.

“Alright, Alright. Let’s go have some fun.” He opened the door for me to get in.

“Ever the gentleman. Scoring points so far, Flo.”

“Good to know, I aim to please.” With a wink in my direction, he slid into the driver seat and had us rolling to our date. Watching as the city moved past the window, I noticed that he held my left hand as we drove on.

It all just felt right being here in this moment with him. Our fingers were laced, vibing to some R&B without a care in the world.

-45 min into the date, after dinner-

“This is nice. Just the two of us, finally.” I was nervous ok? Who wouldn’t be with a man like him? Scooting closer to him in the booth, I felt a bit better.

“Yes it is. I’m glad you said yes, to coming out with me. I have to admit, I was going to be really upset if you didn’t.” As if his eyes weren’t enough to sway me, he added the puppy dog pout with it. This man is going to be the death of me.

“No you wouldn’t. The Florian Munteanu, would’ve been upset if little old Geneva, turned him down? Flo you could have any woman you want.” I took a sip of my 1st bottle of Angry Orchard, trying not to smile so hard.

“But yet I want you. You see past all of the fame, and that’s what I admire about you, draga. Hell, my parents only met you once and yet they can’t stop asking about you.” He smiled at me sweetly, causing my face to heat up a bit. His green eyes were like emerald jewels in a crown, that would shine with every passing glance.

“All I did was keep them company while you filmed your scenes. They were real easy to talk to.” The look on his face was priceless when I said that. I leaned back to see what he was going to do.

“Easy to talk to? How did you talk to them? Do you speak Romanian?”

“Mhm. I went to study abroad in Germany, they gave us a choice to either learn German or Romanian.” I confessed with a smirk.

“Say something for me.” He encouraged with a hopeful look. It only made me giggle a bit.

“Ok, um let’s see. tu ești cel mai frumos om pe care l-am cunoscut vreodată. Este o rușine că nu ați fost răpit încă.” I looked him dead in his eyes, while caressing his cheek, which turned red.

{you are the most handsomest man I’ve ever met.It’s a shame you haven’t been snatched up yet}

“There’s no way you’re real. You’re a nurse going back to school for a physical therapy degree; you’re a personal trainer, you speak 4 languages, took jiu jitsu and kickboxing at age 12 and you sing.” Easy to say he was intrigued by me even more. Normally I don’t talk about myself but he made it easy.

“Yeah that’s me. Genevieve Leona Shaw.” I was more comfortable with him now and all self doubt went away.

“Well princess Geneva, why don’t we play some games? Air hockey?” he offered his hand to me to take, and i slid out the booth.

“You’re on.”

-15 min later-

“Cheater! You cheated!” I was pouting a bit as Florian won the 3rd game of air hockey. We had a bunch of food, good drinks and great conversation. So what better way to top it off with a few games, even a bit of hookah.

“Prinţesă, how can one cheat at air hockey?” The sly smirk that graced his face, made the butterflies come back.

“By doing shit like that. Let’s go play pool.” I chuckled, grabbing my angry orchard and heading towards the pool table room. Of course we had gotten each other some prizes from the winners circle, and took them to his car real quick. I held on to the little koala in a hawaiian shirt and sunglasses.

Racking up the balls, and grabbing my pool stick, I leaned against the table eying him. I hit the rack and the balls went in various directions.

“Eyes up front Flo. Don’t need you getting distracted.” The tone I used with him was smooth as chocolate and slick as eco styler gel.

“I’m not distracted draga. You’re just enticing is all.” He admitted and gave me that look that would make any woman melt. I had to stay strong regardless, and not crack.

I rounded the table, looking at him fiercely. My hands grazed his hips and he froze.

“Sorry love. Your go.” I smirked back at him leaning against the other side, just checking him out. He was a sight to behold.

He took his turn, gracefully hitting the balls against the others. He looked as if he was etched in marble, tall like the statue of David in a prestigious museum. You’d want to touch so bad, but know you’ll get in trouble for it. I am a grown ass woman, if I want to get in trouble I will.

“See something you like Geneva?” They way he uttered my name was so suave and delicate. The look in his eyes was predator like, drawing me in further into his trap.

“I do. I might need help with this trick shot though, think you can help?” I asked curiously, watching him walk behind me and grab a good of my hips to position them right.

“Like this.” His voice was hot and heavy, tantalizing even. The deep bass of his baritone voice was like a warm blanket, by the fireplace, on a winter New York night.

Feeling his broad chest against my back again, just as if we were at the skating rink all over again, I felt secure and protected. It had been a while since I’ve felt like this, and it’s foreign to me. I didn’t want it to go away.

On instinct I bit my bottom lip, having his hands on mine to hit the cue ball. Making the last balls ricochet and sink all in their pockets.

Squealing happily I turned around, hugging him tightly. We both fit so perfectly against each other, it was maddening. Pulling away gently, resting my head on his and breathing deeply, we looked into each other’s eyes. His scenery was intoxicating, like teakwood from Bath and Bodyworks and when the rain stops. I wanted to stay like this forever.

“I uh- I should be getting home. I have a lot planned this week.” I broke the tension a little and saw his shoulders relax a little as he still held me close to his body.

“I’ll take you home. Don’t need a pretty girl walking home alone.” I nodded at him gently, feeling like shit for not kissing him right then and there. Holding his hand, as we walked out of Dave and Busters, I felt like I messed it up.

The drive back to my house was a long and quiet one. I had to think of something fast.

“You doing anything tomorrow, Florian?”

“Other than going to the gym, possibly hanging out with the guys. Why?” He made it in front of my house and I knew what I wanted to do.

“I wanna go to the gym with you. I just gotta get my bag from upstairs and I’ll be right back.” Without thinking, I leaned over, pecked his lips and got out the car.

I looked back, and to my surprise he was in shock. With a sweet giggle, I went up to grab my gym bag, that had extra clothes in it. It had all my essentials in it anyway. By the time I came back down, he was so flustered by the little kiss I gave him.

“Florian. You ok? You look flustered.” I rubbed his face gently, as he drove to his hotel room. He let out a sweet chuckle.

“Well I was caught off guard, by a princess giving me a kiss. Maybe later tonight, we could continue it?” He was very charismatic as ever. Pondering the thought in its entirety, I wondered if I could.

The journey up to his room was nothing but comforting and understand. Once inside, he handed me one of his shirts to sleep in, which looked like a dress and we chatted a bit. He was shirtless and in a pair of grey sweatpants.

“So back to what you said earlier, you’ve been singing since you were 10 or 12, right?”

“Yup. I gave it up when I met Jake. He told me I should just focus on school and not on some pointless dream.”

The more I explained it the more hurt he looked. Pulling me into a tight embrace, I finally got the chance to breath him in again. He was really intoxicating and it was down right sinful.

“If you still want to peruse it, I say go for it. I'm in your corner. I’m not gonna let him be anywhere near you ever again, I promise.” He mumbled into my hair, rubbing my back in a tender manor.

Just hearing him say those words to me, the words I’ve been wanting to hear for years, made everything I do seem worthwhile.

I just held on to him, as tight as I could and the tears fell. Lifting up my chin to look into my eyes, I knew this was coming. I wanted it too, so I let him lead us to his bed and just cuddled him.

“Draga, you can just rest on me if you want to-” I shut him up this time. It was now or never, and I chose now. My lips crashed on to his in desire, on their own accord.

“Flo, I’m sorry. I don’t know-”

“Why are you apologizing? Come here.” This time he pulled me closer to his body, which was warm and inviting, kissing me again.

Our lips moved in sync as the kiss grew hotter by the second. He lifted me up by my hips, on to his waist and drew me closer by the back of my head. I didn’t know what else to do but to hold his face in my hands and just rub my thumbs against his cheek. His hands rested on my hips, and the kiss grew hotter.

I could feel his heartbeat increase under my hands, once I moved them. We fit so well like a puzzle piece, it was uncanny. Once it was broken, we looked into each other’s eyes again, taking it all in.

“Wow.” He smiled like a Cheshire Cat as he pulled the blankets over us both. I didn’t feel like moving, he was too damn cuddly underneath all that muscle.

“Wow I right.” My face was nuzzled into his neck and I felt at home for the first time since I moved back. Maybe Florian is the one. I don’t want to scare him away at all, but this new journey was worth it.

I started to hum lightly, and he caught me.

“You should sing me to sleep. Think of a song you’ve finished.��

“On the spot Munteanu?” I traced a few shapes on his chest and thought.

“Yes Printesa. It’s ok, it’s just me.” Kissing my head for reassurance, he gained a smile from me.

“Ok ok. Lemme think. I got the verse done but not the rest. Is that ok?” I asked nervously.

“Go ahead.” He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sounds of my voice. I scooted up closer to his ear, and held him close to me.

“If you keep on putting it down, you gon' make me love ya. If you keep on putting it down, you gon' make me stay. Ain't no competition, you that man by far. Maybe you the best, got me going so hard.”

My voice carried itself as I saw him smile sleepily a bit, holding me as if he’d lose me.

“And if this isn't love, why do I feel this way? Why does he stay on my mind? And if this isn't love, why does it hurt so bad? You make me feel so mad inside. Something about your love that's got me staying. Something about you boy, don't know what it is. And all you did to me, I'm steady fallen…”

He was sound asleep with me against him, holding on for dear life. Placing a kiss on each closed eyelid of his, i too fell asleep in a peaceful slumber. He wasn’t going to lose me, I was going to make sure of that.

#florian munteanu #florian munteanu x oc #florian x geneva #work out chapter 3 #sevyn streeter #genevieve shaw #geneva shaw #florian munteanu fanfic

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Say I Never Mattered Chapter 8*:･ﾟ✧

Steve Harrington x Y/N Henderson (Slowburn)

Warnings: mention of domestic abuse, mention of alcohol addiction, angst, swearing

Wordcount: 9.416

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A/N: Hi, I really haven’t updated this in a long ass time, haven’t I?

I’m sorry about that, but to make up for it this Chapter is super long.

I’m glad I took my time to finish writing Chapter 8 because it is going to be the last one. I’m honestly sad, that it’s over and that I have to leave my babies behind, but everything has to end at some point and we’ve reached that point.

Thank you for all your sweet comments and messages, for every single follow like or reblog. I did not think that anyone would read this story but you did and I’m really thankful for it! <33

So, I hope you like the last Chapter as much as the 7 prior ones.

Enjoy reading!

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Disclaimer: Sorry in advance for any grammatical or spelling errors I made, English is not my native language.

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The sound of the blue Camaro’s engine, everyone in the small town of Hawkins knew by heart by now was still roaring through the street.

The chief came down the few steps leading from that hell house onto the driveway. His step determined.

“He’s got to be involved somehow.“, Hopper whispered angrily, more to himself than to his colleague, as he hurried past him to get to his car, parked a few houses down on Jackson Road.

“Kid usually means trouble. I’m gonna go find out what the hell that was all about.“, he added, now more audible for the confused Officer and also the small audience that had gathered around, the only barrier between them and the Henderson property, the police line, like they were in a civic auditorium in the days of ancient Rome. Hungry for answers.

“What about the kids?”, Powell asked hands on his hips.

“What about them?“, Hopper replied, still walking and trying to seem oblivious to the fact that he had not sent anyone over to the hospital yet.

“Someone needs to go take their statements and see how the girl is doing.“, Powell explained although he knew that the chief was well aware of what he had meant.

Hopper had walked around the car to the driver’s side and stopped there for a moment, his heart skipping a beat when he mentioned you. It took him a few seconds, to gather his thoughts and find the right words to respond.

“Yeah… Right. Sure. Um, take Callahan with you, I think the State Troopers got it here.“, the chief stammered, nodding and trying to convince himself that he was doing what was best and opened the car door.

“Jim, are you serious? You… know these kids. And Callahan… you know how he can be. Don’t you think they-“, Powell started with frustration in his voice but never got to finish his sentence.

“See you later!“, the chief called out, completely ignoring the fact that he was still being spoken to, by getting in and slamming the door shut behind him, putting the Chevrolet in drive.

“Hopper!“, Powell called out, throwing his hands up in despair as the chief was already halfway down the street.

He turned around to see the neighbours, still standing there, realizing that they had easily followed their conversation and that the gossip about Billy Hargrove being involved in the investigation and the fact that the chief himself was involved with the Henderson family or at least the Henderson kids, would be all over town soon. He took a deep breath to calm himself down before telling them calmly to return back to their homes and give them some space.

The radio was running but stuck between channels, causing this awful white noise that was making the man so anxious, he had to turn it off immediately.

And then the silence kicked in.

He was alone for the first time after getting the horrible message over his radio that had shaken him to his core.

“Report of domestic abuse at 45 Jackson Road-“

Was all he heard before the panic set in and his thoughts were running wild. His movements becoming mechanical, his breathing losing its natural flow. Him just speeding towards the street in the rather run-down part of Hawkins.

The door had been left open. He had run inside. Finding Andrew. Unconscious. In a puddle of blood.

He checked his pulse shouting at the evenly shocked Callahan, who had been with him on patrol when the message came in, to call an ambulance, which Steve had already done, but they didn’t know that yet.

His eyes were wandering around for any evidence indicating what might have happened here when he noticed the knife and the baseball bat on the floor, which in his panicked state he hadn’t before. He manically started checking Andrew everywhere for stab wounds or something, ANYTHING else that could possibly have made him loose so much blood. But he couldn’t find any.

And that’s when it hit him.

He wasn’t standing in Andrews blood.

He was standing in Y/N’s or Dustin’s.

His stomach turned and he walked outside where a few other Police Officers soon to be the whole cavalry had just arrived, with flashing lights but no sirens. No point. No hurry. Callahan catching them up with what he believed to have happened here. The hospital had told the man that an ambulance was already on its way and that three kids coming from that address had arrived in the ER a few minutes ago. One of them with minor injuries, one with none and one with life-threatening ones. The only girl.

Life-threatening.

With that replaying in his head, Hopper started functioning again.

What leads to him now. Driving, Alone.

The thoughts coming back.

His head a storm.

Guilt. It felt like a stone caught in his throat, he kept expecting to choke on, but he didn’t.

He did everything he could have done. Didn’t he?

If he really did…? Everything was still nothing.

He let him hurt you. He should have checked on you more and be more pressuring when it came to talking about him. He should have gotten you out of there. Should have gotten you help. He had known you were afraid of him.

He had seen the fear in your Y/E/C tired eyes in the hospital, when you were tugging on his sleeve, pleading him to stop confronting your abuser. A quiet premonition. Yet, he just left you.

And he was so scared to lose you, that he didn’t dare to check on you now.

He couldn’t even bring up enough courage to drive in the direction of that hospital.

Maybe that was also the reason why he hadn't looked after you more often before.

He appeared to be scared of the ugly truth that was life. But here was the thing, the truth does not change if you ignore it.

He still did… for temporary happiness. It’s in the human nature. People turn blind eyed. No one likes to think about what’s going on behind closed doors. Especially Hopper.

After dealing with Sarah’s death, there had always been darkness around him. Isolating him from everyone, for a long time. And he was working so hard on letting that go, that he wasn’t able…

-No, did not want to see how lost you were and how a former friend of his had been this monster all along. Now he was wrapped up in this darkness all over again.

The thought of losing you crossed his mind and he was about to pull over, tears forming in his eyes when he spotted the Camaro parked on the side of the intersection of Cornwallis and Kerley, the boys had named Mirkwood.

Right, this moment his guilt suddenly turned into anger. His knuckles turning white around the steering wheel as he was slowly driving towards the empty car.

...

The waiting room of the ER was packed at this point. Mostly older people, shooting the two distraught looking boys weird or pitiful looks. Dustin sat in a chair in the corner of the room, that to Steve was beginning to feel smaller, darker and sadder per second. The curly haired boy had taken his shoes off and was reading the new Spider-Man comic. Amazing Spider-Man (Vol. 1) #258, he had told Steve proudly. He had read most of the earlier editions and was obsessed with the series. Reading it now he almost looked content, which was a small relief for Steve. The comic was, what Dustin had brought with him, from the cafeteria, along with a cup of coffee for the older boy. Steve was sitting in the same corner of the room but on the cold floor next to a vending machine. His head was pounding. He felt a little drowsy.

Mrs. Morgan had insisted on him getting medical attention before she had to leave and he ended up getting stitches on his forehead and a wrist splint.

He was taking the last sip of his already cold coffee. Normally he jugged any type of liquid containing caffeine in under two minutes. But not in this case. Dustin had put sugar in it, which was way too sweet for his taste. But the little dork had looked happy being able to do something for his friend, that Steve did not have the heart to tell him that. So his coffee was cold now, almost as cold as the floor.

Dustin was going on about Peter Parker’s costume being revealed to be a living symbiotic creature, attempting to bond to him permanently when the door to the waiting room opened and Joyce Byers and Nancy Wheeler came walking in.

Dustin sprung to his feet as soon as he spotted them and ran over, immediately being engulfed into a tight hug.

“Oh Honey…“, Joyce croaked out, brushing through Dustin’s messy hair and pressing a kiss on his forehead.

Steve got up as well, abandoning his cup on the floor and walking towards them. Nancy met him halfway and they stood still for a moment, sharing a look that was contorted with pain. Nancy taking in every single detail of the one she thought she had formerly loved. Despite the fact that she had come clean about the lie she had held up so long, a few weeks ago, Steve obviously still meant a lot to her and seeing him standing there covered in blood. Your blood. She just wanted to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. The moment seemed endless to Steve but eventually, Nancy let out a sad sigh and broke the distance between them, pulling her former lover into a hug as well. She smelled of vanilla, which he knew was her shampoo. And it felt so familiar and warm. The arguments they’ve had suddenly didn’t seem to matter anymore.

He was glad she was there. When they pulled away Joyce and Dustin stood next to them and the woman reached out to take Steve’s hand. She pressed it lightly and locked eyes with the teen,

“How is she?“, she asked voice shaking, the question pulling Steve back to reality…

“We… don’t know yet. They haven’t talked to us. They immediately took her to surgery, when we got here and… they aren’t back yet.“, Steve responded gulping and anxiously licking his lips.

Everyone kept silent for a minute, eyes pinned to the floor.

“What… what happened, Steve?“, Nancy broke the silence, nervously.

Steve sighed, not ready to explain it once again. He had left them and everyone else a message on their answering machines explaining where they were and that your father was the reason for that. They practically knew already but he guessed they needed confirmation that this wasn’t just a bad dream. That this was intoxicatingly prosaic.

“I think we should head outside to talk.“, Steve suggested, not wanting everyone in the waiting room to listen to their conversation. There was going to be enough talk about it and he did not feel the need to stir the fire.

Joyce agreed. And they headed down the hall in the direction of the next exit, while Nancy and Dustin stayed behind since the boy had to put his sneakers back on, first.

“Where is everyone?“, Steve asked sounding beat while walking through the white-tiled hallway.

“Jonathan is with the kids and Kali. I don’t know, if you-“, Joyce tried to answer, but was interrupted, “Yeah, I- uh I heard.“, he cut her off.

He wasn’t ready to deal with anything other dimensional right now since he already felt like worlds had collided and he had ended up in a totally different dimension than he’d been in this morning. His very own Upside-Down.

They fell back into an uncomfortable silence for the rest of the short walk.

“Was Hopper here?“, Joyce wanted to know as they reached the exit.

Steve pushed open the door, holding it so Joyce could walk through first.

He followed closely behind.

“Um, no. He wasn’t. Actually, no one from the department was.

They haven’t even taken our statements yet.“, Steve stated, clenching his jar. He was frustrated. No one seemed to care enough to come by. It had been hours since and they hadn’t even received a call.

“Maybe Jim is dealing with Andrew…“, Joyce set up a theory, obviously trying to soothe him, noticing how tense he got.

“Yeah, maybe.“, Steve sighed, deciding at the same moment that it was better to just let it go.

...

Hopper had made his way out of the car and passed the empty, blue Camaro. He had glanced inside, seeing the keys still in the ignition. Untypical. Billy Hargrove worshipped the vehicle and to leave it like that was very out of character. The chief took a look around but didn’t see a sign of the teen, so he decided to follow the little trail, right next to the parked car, leading into the forest. It was unlikely that Billy went any further than this, with his car unlocked, waiting to be stolen. The trail was muddy in places and he watched his step, seeing were boots had slipped, erasing the traces of footprints laid before.

And indeed after a few meters, Hopper began to hear dull sounds he couldn’t quite make out. Moments after, he spotted the Hargrove boy.

Billy was hammering his fists against an old oak tree with full force, letting out grunts.

Hopper stood for a second, confusion on his features. It was like watching a car accident. You want to stop staring, but you can’t. Only when Billy winced in pain, he decided he had seen enough.

He whistled and proceeded to yell, “Hargrove! What the hell are you-“ His words were stuck in his throat, when Billy turned around tears streaming down his face, chest heaving like he had just run a marathon.

Billy couldn’t make out who the man was at first until his vision focused and he let out a sad chuckle, shaking his head,

“Of course, the chief of police followed me here. What else is new!“, he snorted in a cocky tone.

Billy’s knuckles were bleeding, his eyes red and swollen. His denim jacket torn on his underarm. The sight of that made the chief push his anger aside.

“You wanna tell me what happened?“, Hopper asked slowly walking towards the mullet-headed emotional mess of a boy.

“I sure don’t want to.“, Billy responded laughing, towering over the chief, thin and sharp-looking, as though you got to close to him, you’d cut yourself.

Hopper was about to roll his eyes, feeling the anger burn up again when Billy’s smile dropped slowly, and he added, “But, I’m gonna.“, feeling acutely the sharp shame of his actions washing over him.

...

“Alright that would be all“, Callahan exclaimed closing his notebook and patting Dustin on the shoulder while flashing him a bright smile. Both him and Steve gave him displeased looks as he got up to leave the room. He waited for his partner to do the same, but Powell tilted his head down, signalizing him to leave without him. So, he shrugged his shoulders and did, whistling some happy tune.

Powell was still sitting at the table across from them.

Dustin opened his mouth only to close it again, like a fish, so caught off guard by the officer's lack of empathy.

“I’m sorry, he isn’t the most thoughtful person around.“, Powell sighed, apologizing for his colleague’s indifferent behavior.

“No shit.“, Steve whispered in response.

When they’d shown up, he’d been glad that someone finally was there to take their statements but he had expected that someone to be Jim Hopper. This felt important enough for Hopper to at least drop by. But apparently, it wasn’t.

While Steve was fuming about how the situation was handled, Dustin had other concerns,

“And he really is fine?“, he asked for the fourth time, guilt in his voice.

“Small concussion and a cut over one of his eyes. Nothing too bad, don’t worry and don’t you feel guilty. You made the right call. You were just protecting your sister“, Powell tried to console the kid.

The boy nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor.

Steve’s eyes were wandering back and forth between them. He was still speechless about how these people behaved. Like this was some all day, everyday procedure. They were only another day to them. They acted like everything was just fine, like you were just fine, not ringing for your life.

And Hopper not being there was the cherry on top.

He wanted to scream at the man in front of him, but he swallowed his anger, and settled for, “More importantly where is the asshole and who is making sure he’s staying there and not coming here?“

But the officer was still able to hear the hostility in Steve Harrington’s voice and gave him a depreciating look while crossing his arms over his chest and answering in a more determined tone,

“He was brought to a hospital a few towns over. A few state troopers went-“, he started only to be interrupted by the now visibly angry brunett, “State Troopers?!“, he laughed,

“Where the hell is Hopper than?“

Steve stood up from the table throwing his hands up in despair before running them quickly over his face and groaning. This wasn’t real.

They were in the same quiet room again, where he sat with the social lady before and he felt trapped. Too much was on his shoulders. He felt like breaking down, but there was Dustin, sitting next to him and he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t cry anymore and he really shouldn’t start a fight with a police officer. At the same time he knew that he couldn’t keep it together for much longer and again he began to wonder how in the world you did exactly that, for all those years.

How did you manage to cope with all that?

Without letting your grades slip.

Without missing work…

Or forgetting someone's birthday.

How the fuck did you manage to listen to Steve’s and everyone else’s whining without flipping your shit because you had it so much worse?

Everything in him started burning at the thought of that and it was as if a vice was pressing against his temples, threatening his sanity.

“You need to calm down.“, Powell said calmly, watching Steve dig his nails into his scalp,

“The chief… he-… he’s following a different lead.“

That’s when Steve snapped. The last bit of will to keep it together for Dustin evaporated at this statement.

“A DIFFERENT LEAD?“, he screamed slamming his hands down on the table.

“YOU HAVE TWO WITNESSES, ONE PERP, AND ONE-…“, he stopped, catching his breath and lowering his voice, “…one victim!“, he hissed.

“So, what do you mean… a different fucking lead? The case is pretty clear! Or isn’t it?“

“Yes, but..“, Powell sighed again and Steve began to wonder if the guy was able to do anything else, “I can’t tell you much…, he added.

“This is an ongoing police investigation. I’m sorry, kid.“

“An ongoing police investigation, I am part of!

FUCK THAT! I’m out of here!“, Steve yelled before rushing out, the door slamming shut behind him.

Leaving the heavy-hearted Dustin and a speechless Officer behind.

Steve ran through the long hall, passing by the waiting room where Joyce and Nancy were sitting and going straight for the staircase. He went up a story and opened the door leading into, yet another white-tailed hallway. He felt claustrophobic, this place slowly began to seem like a maze, he wasn’t sure he would be able to escape. He began to spin in a circle until his eyes meet what he was searching for: the sign “Smoker’s Corner“ and he started walking towards it.

A few seconds later he pushed outside onto the small patio he had found you on, the last time you were here and sat down in the same place you had.

He closed his eyes and brought his hands, covered in the soft fabric of his hoodie to his face, as the tears began to fall. Letting his breath, he didn’t realize he was holding escape his lungs. He couldn’t breathe in this goddamn place, his chest felt like sand.

...

Billy came clean to Hopper about everything, starting with that party and him touching you inappropriately the next day to make you afraid of him and to never, on any account, let his power and superiority be underestimated again, showing his rampant chauvinism.

And finally hearing from Reed about the complicated relationship you had with your father and how he felt about you dating someone; him driving to the “Hideaway“, one of the few bars in the county;

And lying to the man with the watery eyes, a slight tremor in his hands about your relationship to Steve Harrington. And how his reaction made him think of his dad on those days where he needed to keep his voice and head down to survive.

Hopper was so close to choking Billy until he mentioned his own father and despite the hatred, the chief felt towards the teen, everything suddenly made sense. Billy Hargrove was a victim as well. He had become like the very person who wrecked him. He had grown into someone he swore he’d never be and Hopper felt bad for him but still angry and sick about what he had done. And there would be consequences to his actions but right now the troubled teenager needed help. Not “tough love“, like lots of abusive parents like to put it. Not another bad example of toxic masculinity and anger management issues.

“Please… Say Something!“, Billy cried out.

Hopper didn’t realize he hadn’t said anything yet. And he certainly didn’t know how he was supposed to tell him what was on his mind without letting him off the leash easily and without any yelling?

He took a step towards him. Billy fully preparing himself to be physically attacked, but not even flinching because he felt like he deserved what was going to happen to him. For the first time, he really deserved it. Whatever it would be.

But instead, the chief spoke in a soft tone, “You really screwed up, kid. You really, really did and there are going to be consequences for what you have done…, he sighed, “But we’re going to fix this.“

Billy Hargrove stood still in disbelief. He didn’t understand.

“You hear me? It’s not too late to turn your life around. To not become like your old man.

I believe you’re not a bad person, Billy. I think you’re someone who lost track of what’s right or wrong over the course of time you only experienced “wrong“.

You were honest with me today and you showing remorse, speaks for your character.

It’s going to be hard, but we’re gonna deal with this. The right way.“, Hopper finished.

He slightly squeezed the boys shoulder. And Billy’s tears started falling again. It had really taken all of Hopper to not bury the boy two feet under right then and there, but this was the right choice.

He had gotten through to him. Finally, someone had.

...

“I kissed her.“, Steve spat out when the silence became unbearable.

He tilted his head to look at the surprised, curly-haired girl sitting next to him.

“Oh… wow.“, Nancy croaked out, having forgotten to clear her throat before speaking.

Certainly not what she had expected him to say.

“Yesterday.“, he said a gentle smile playing on his lips, his brown eyes finding their warmth again for a millisecond.

It hadn't been scary to Nancy to see his expression so cold and bitter earlier because it was the way he had looked at her for the last few weeks after she had drunkenly dropped the “I-don’t-love-you-bomb“ on him. What scared her today was how dead his eyes looked. The one’s normally so warm they were able to light up a whole room when you were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of them.

But now talking about you, that light came back. And it became clear to Nancy that Steve was moved on as well and her heart felt a little lighter.

“And did she kiss you back?“, Nancy asked, bumping his shoulder, grinning sheepishly.

It took Steve a few seconds to respond.

And again a smile brightened up his features, “… She did.“

But this time it hurt. Because this smile was almost nostalgic.

Nancy knew he thought he would never get to kiss you again and she felt the tears build up in her eyes, but she bit them back, wrapping her arm around the much taller boy's shoulders and resting her head against his. Reaching for his bruised hands with her free one.

...

You remember lights above you, bright as suns, the sound of beeping that never seemed to stop.

You had stared at these lights so hard, dark clouds were forming over your eyes.

You couldn’t remember where you were for a moment. You starred at the sterile bright ceiling looking for triggers.

And than it all came back faintly.

It all happened lightening quick.

He came home.

He started screaming.

He grabbed you.

The floor.

A knife.

Everything going black, every time he… What did he do?

The pain being unbearable.

Muffled voices.

His weight disappearing off you, once.

Him coming back.

Your brothers terrified eyes appearing over the man’s shoulder and than the bat in the air.

His weight disappearing for the second time.

Hands wrapping around your upper body.

Steve.

Yelling.

Outside.

Inside.

Yelling.

Car engine.

Inside again.

Lights.

Bright Lights.

“Y/N Henderson, HER NAME! Y/N Henderson.“

Steve.

His hand leaving your’s.

Darkness.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

A hand on your shoulder.

You flinched, so afraid it was him, but the hand immediately disappeared.

“Y/N? I’m sorry.“, you melted when you recognized his voice and his head appeared in your sight. Steve.

Steve.

His eyes were red and his hair messy. He hadn’t slept in a long time.

“Every- Everything is alright. You’re safe. I’m- I’m here.“, Steve cried out.

A small smile settling on his features.

He was desperate for your touch but he did not want to scare you.

A tear escaped his eye’s and landed on your cheek, the salty warmth bringing reality back.

Reality doesn’t wait until your ready. It’s like a persistent mosquito determined to suck your blood. You weren’t ready for it yet but reality was ready for you.

So, you found Steve’s hand and pressed it as hard as you could loud sobs escaping your throat.

He kneeled down beside the bed and pressed his forehead against yours. In this moment Steve felt whole again. And you sat there crying for what felt like hours.

Which in reality were only a few minutes, when your brother and some nurses arrived.

Dustin taking Steve’s place. Your body erupting into trembles, like millions of earthquakes were hitting you at the same time.

Your breath kept catching in your throat, but you croaked out,“I love you. I love you so much.“

You gasped and more earthquakes erupted through your blood, while the boys were both sobbing next to you.

When the doctors came they sent Steve and Dustin out. Letting go of Steve’s hand was one of the hardest things you ever had to do.

Your body felt cold after you had lost contact with his soft skin.

And you were lingering after his touch.

While the doctors told you everything and made sure you were alright, the waiting room erupted into tears of joy and relief.

Hopper, Nancy, and Jonathan, Will, Mike, Max, and Lucas were all there.

And Joyce was soon to be as well since they had trusted Billy to stay with El and Kali.

Weird, right?

Here’s everything you missed:

Day 1:

After Steve had talked to Nancy on the patio, a nurse came to tell them that you were stable but not awake yet. The amount of relief washing through everyone’s bodies had been overwhelming, but with that, another waiting game had begun.

Hopper had taken Billy to the police station, to take his statement and then had dropped him off at the Byer’s place, so someone would have an eye on him and he didn’t have to go home, while the chief drove down to the hospital, finally having gathered enough courage to.

When he arrived. Steve and Hopper had gotten into a fight. Hopper told him that he had suspected that something was a little off in the Henderson household and admitted that he knew about your father’s alcohol abuse.

“You knew?!“, Steve had screamed at him.

“I- No. I just… I wasn’t sure.“, the man answered tears threatening to fall.

“Well, why didn’t you make sure?!“, Steve yelled.“

“I don’t know… I don’t know.“, Hopper cried out, adding, “But you can’t tell me you were completely oblivious to the fact that something was wrong. You must have noticed something as well.“

And Steve had left him then and there standing in the middle of the parking lot, everything growing over his head.

The teenager had been awfully quiet towards Hopper since than and had only heard of Billy’s involvement on hearsay account. He was not at all surprised by that and he didn’t have it in him to hear about the reasons behind it. The only thing he could focus on was you and his guilt eating him alive.

Day 2:

Hopper had tried to apologize to Steve for making him feel like he any had guilt to carry.

But had only received a cold stare back.

Meanwhile, Dustin had left with Joyce to take a shower, get some fresh clothes for him and Steve and to sleep for a little while on something more comfortable than a chair in a waiting room.

They had also gone to the police station to pick up his walkman and your favorite book, he had asked Powell to get.

A few hours later, Dustin had been listening to your favorite Queen cassette while Steve was reading through the book finally understanding why you liked it so much. He had never read a something faster. Normally he’d get tired of it after two or three pages but he felt like he was keeping a piece of you close to him while reading your favorite story. He’d even been surprised at how early it still was when he finished it. The only times he had looked up while reading was when a nurse walked by. Him giving them a questioning look and them shaking their head with a sad smile on their lips. Nancy’s comforting hand on his knee, a small smile thrown in her direction, so she knew he was alright and then back to reading.

Between the last page and the cover of the book were your polaroids and he took them out smiling. He handed Nancy the one with her, Barbara and Y/N, and Dustin the one of him as a baby and the one of the party on Halloween this past year. Steve stared at the one of you two sleeping on his cousin’s couch and he thought of that whole trip. The memory of it led to him to letting out a laugh, grabbing the others attention. “Where was that?“, Max had asked.

“In Chicago at my cousin's house. That was our last day there. I remember she was acting a little weird and when we went to go to sleep she asked if she could sleep on the couch with me instead of the blow-up mattress. My cousin took the picture when he left for work around 4 am waking us both.“, his smile grew wider and wider while telling the story.

Nancy had bitten down on her lip, thinking that, that must have been the day you had told her about.

“You went to a dance together?“, Will wanted to know while looking at the other pictures in awe.

“Yeah, a snowball. In fact our very first one“, Steve had let him know, his gaze and smile dropping.

A few minutes later the kids were occupied with deciding what they wanted to eat since Hopper had offered to take them all to Benny’s Burgers when Nancy asked Steve if they could talk outside for a minute.

They headed to the small patio again and Nancy began telling Steve something you had entrusted her with and she’d swore she’d never tell.

“You remember, that one summer Y/N basically lived in the library?“, Nancy started.

“Yeah, of course, I remember. I barely saw her for months. I had to drag her out of that place every few days because she had forgotten that we wanted to meet up.“, he chuckled, adding,“Why are you asking?“

“Well, I spent an awful lot of time there too and I noticed very quickly that she wasn’t reading something for class or any other normal book. She was searching through newspapers from Chicago…“, Nancy told him, pausing a few seconds to wait for his reaction. Maybe he already knew.

But he looked confused, “What? Why would she do that?“, he asked furrowing his brows.

“That’s what I wondered as well and when I went over there to ask her about it, I startled her and she hid her notebook behind her back, clearly searching for a quick lie to answer with. But after a few seconds had passed she seemed to decide that I caught her and there really was no point in lying. So, she told me…

She was searching for her mother.“, Nancy explained.

“Oh god“, Steve sighed. Another memory of you falling apart. “Do you know, if she ever found something?“

Nancy nodded, “Yes, she found a wedding announcement. Her mother had remarried.“

Steve closed his eyes letting out a sigh. His chest was heavy again. He felt so sorry for you.

“But that’s not the end of it“, Nancy interrupted Steve’s thoughts, “I don’t know how she knew her mom was in Chicago or how she contacted her, but after you came back she showed up at my house crying and telling me she went to meet her.“

Steve starred at Nancy with wide eye’s. How didn’t he know? Why didn’t you tell him?

“She said that I was the only person who knew anyway and that she didn’t want to ruin your trip, by telling you.“, the curly haired girl said, knowing that Steve would ask himself that sooner or later.

He took a deep breath before asking, “So how… how did it go?“

...

You were so nervous, you’d bought a train ticket the day before. And had told Steve that you were going to get takeout while he was catching up with his aunt who was visiting as well.

You hadn’t spoken to your mother since she had left but you’d been able to find out where she worked now and you were on your way there to talk to her. You truly missed your mom, even though missing her felt more like anger than sadness. You had all those scenarios in your head how this could go. How you’d feel when you’d see her, how she would react. But you were in no way prepared for what was actually going to happen. You got off the train and immediately spotted the small café your mother supposedly worked at. You were so anxious, your panic became as large as planets standing up front. You needed release and finally dared to head inside.

It was bigger than it had looked from the outside. It was actually kind of nice. But you didn’t have a lot of time to take in all the details. You were interrupted by a familiar friendly voice behind you, “Hi, how can I help you?“

You turned around slowly. You felt like you saw a ghost.

She looked better. Healthier. She was dressed nicely and her hair was up in a tight bun.

It took her a few seconds to recognize you since you were wearing sunglasses and you had swiftly blossomed into adolescence like it was a trifle. The only thing that had seemingly been easy on you. “Hi, mom“, was the only thing you brought out. She was staring at you thunderstruck. Her smile had dropped. “What are you doing here?“, she whispered angrily, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer. Your words started slipping away. Was she really mad at you for looking for her? Inside your pockets, your hands started trembling. She looked around the room apparently making sure you weren’t watched before she pulled you outside. The closer you got to her, the less you felt yourself. If she’d only smile, or hug you or ask how you’ve been. How you got here. If you were okay, alone, safe. Anything. But she said nothing. She was just staring you down.

“I don’t have any money right now.“, was the first thing that she spat out, lighting a cigarette.

You were about to cry already. She seemed so cold. She didn’t care for you.

“I don’t want any money, I-“, you tried to tell her, but were interrupted, “What else do you want that makes you think showing up here is okay?“, she said into her chest. You gulped. You really didn’t want her to see you cry. It felt wrong to let her see.

“I saw that you married… some guy and that you lived here now and I… I wanted to see how you were and ask you-“, you took a deep breath trying not to cry or scream at her, “why you left us and if you were planning on ever talking to your kids again?“

She took a step towards you and for a second you thought she might actually hug you. You were almost as tall as she was, now.

She reached in her pocket and took out an envelope. You didn’t take it so she grabbed your hand and curled your fingers around the edges.

“What is this?“, you asked confused.

“500 dollars. That’s all I have. I meant to deposit it later.“, she told you.

“Mom I-“, you tried to interrupt, but she just continued, speaking a lot louder this time,

“You are going to take that. Get on the next train. Get your ass back home and never return here. Do you understand me? I have a new life now and I don’t need none of you try and ruin it. I don’t want you showing up again. This is as far as I go, Y/N.“

You were standing there, speechless.

She took a last pull from her cigarette and crushed it under her sneakers.

She didn’t look up at you again and you weren’t able to look at her for too long, tears threatening to fall. Your vision became blurry.

“We all know it’s better that way. That’s just not us. We don’t work out. Just try not to fuck up your brother’s life too, okay?“, she said.

And just like that she started to walk away but turned suddenly, wrapping her arms around you and you thought she’d at least want to hug you goodbye but she pressed her mouth against your ear, whispering, “Come back here and you don’t leave with 500 Dollars, you leave with less you came with. Be smart.“

“You were always so smart”, she added brushing her fingers through your hair.

Then she was gone and your body grew hot, hot as you stood there on the urge of tears. The emptiness of the world, so huge, and so small, all at once.

You took it all in and promised yourself to never embarrass yourself like that again, by coming here and to never let your brother know. The pain of growing up in this family had already been enough, he didn’t have to know about your mother and her new life, she desperately tried to keep you out of.

You looked at the envelope in your hands. You thought about going back in there and throwing it in her face, screaming at her, letting her know how you felt. Instead, you took out a 20 dollar bill and shoved the envelope in your backpack, before walking towards a Chinese restaurant with the huge sign “takeout“, half a block down, risking one last look at your mother who was standing behind the bar, smiling like nothing had happened. And you finally let the sobs escape.

Those 480 dollars was the first money you put away for your brother's college savings.

...

“And I think she never heard from her since“, Nancy sighed after telling Steve every detail she remembered.

“Thanks for telling me, Nance. I guess, I really don’t know anything about her.“, he let out a sad chuckle.

The two teenagers talked to Mrs. Morgan about the situation with your mother that afternoon and she decided that it was better to leave her out of this for now.

...

It was 5:30 pm on the dot when the nurse’s head shaking turned into a nodding and they were finally able to see you.

Steve took your hand that night and didn’t let go until the next morning when he was sent away because they had to change your bandages.

The light had buzzed over your heads, illuminating your skin, pale and grey.

Steve could hear you breathing evenly, above the sound of the buzzing lights.

He gazed down at you and he was sure he could wake you up when he just called your name loud enough. He waited for your eyes to flick open, but they didn’t.

Sitting outside with the others his eyes were dry and his throat empty. The only thing he could think about was your stupid fight and how much time that seemingly had cost you, although it was just a couple of days, it felt like you had missed lightyears. You were so stupid for being apart.

Day 3:

Hopper took Steve’s place for a couple of hours while he drove home to change and shower.

He walked into an empty house. As always.

The first thing he did was check the answering machine.

“No new messages.“

So, they had heard about what happened. Yet, they just ignored it their son’s frantic messages.

His next destination was the kitchen because his mom sometimes had the decency to at least leave him little notes.

“Hope you and your friend feel better. If anything comes up, call Dad’s lawyer. We’re in NYC for a while. Love you. L.H“

There it was neatly pinned to the fridge…

...

Joyce had read some of “84, Charing Crossroad“ to you, although the doctor’s told her that you definitely didn’t hear any of it. Fiat least it made her feel better and Dustin fall asleep.

Around lunch, Powell had dropped by to update the chief on Andrew Henderson. He was remaining in custody until there’d be a trial, he was refusing to speak to them and he had asked for a lawyer and a beer.

Billy had called the hospital a few times asking about you. They always told him that they couldn’t give him any information about you and that he should talk to your relatives. But he didn’t dare to show up, which seemed like a good choice.

And in the evening you had finally woken up. Steve by your side.

Steve.

...

Your wounds were healing slowly. You had spent almost a month in the hospital. You were lucky, the doctors had told you. Not what you necessarily would call a person that had just been stabbed eleven times by their own father, but you went with it. The knife didn’t hit any vital organs so there wouldn’t be permanent damages. When you were discharged Steve came to pick you up, you were still a bit wobbly on your legs, so he let you lean against him until you got to the exit, where he stopped in his tracks, “You ready to go home?“, he asked, his lips curling up into a gentle smile.

Home. That word meant something entirely different to you now and it was a good thing. You grinned back, “Yes.“

That’s all Steve needed to here. He swooped you off your feed and carried you to his car.

“Harrington, let me go!“, you laughed.

“If I let you walk we’re here till tomorrow morning because I parked all the way back there and someone surely wouldn’t appreciate me bringing you back after curfew on the first fucking day. I had to beg, to pick you up. Not kidding.“, he chuckled, but then added, “Besides, I’ll never let you go again.“

You gave him a warm smile before pressing your lips against his. You feel the sparks go off.

...

On your way home, you passed Jackson Road.

Steve took your hand.

Passing the house, you felt like an electrical wire was strung tight through your whole body and you weren’t sure if you ever would be able to go back inside.

...

Hoppers car was the first thing you spotted.

“Is this it?“, you asked.

“Yeah, It’s really pretty here. Really quiet. I think that’s why he couldn’t bare living here alone.“, Steve answered, pulling into a small driveway.

You looked into the window and there was your brother giving you a big smile and waving excitedly. Then his head disappeared and the front door opened. The man stepped outside and gave you a small smile as well, making this really warm feeling rise in your chest. It only lasted a few seconds because Steve ripped the door of the red BMW open, the cold December air engulfing you in seconds.

...

“Welcome home, Y/N.“, he welcomed you in.

You couldn’t help but hug him tightly, tears welling in your Y/E/C eyes, “Thank you, Jim. For… for everything.“

...

Hopper had done everything in his power from the moment on you had told him that you would be happy to live with him, to make that happen.

From countless meetings, with Mrs. Morgan to moving back into the house, his daughter had taken her last breath.

And it had all worked out.

A few weeks ago on a Wednesday morning, Dustin, El, and Hopper came to visit you in the hospital.

Dustin was waving around a color chart.

“What do you think? Eggshell or Lavender?“, your brother asked snobbishly.

“What do you mean?“, you laughed.

“For your new room of course!“, he blurted out a bit too excited.

You had been caught off guard. Your mouth agape, your eyes were wandering between Hopper, El and your brother that were all smiling like maniacs.

“Oh my god!“, you cried out, realizing what was going on.

“We get to live with you?“

“Yes, I got the papers this morning.“, Hopper announced happily.

At this point, you were just sobbing. Tears of joy.

...

Christmas had passed by really quickly. You had had a family dinner. Which from now on consisted of Hopper, El, Dustin, you and… Kali. A friend of El’s who was visiting from Sweden, you were told. Steve was there too. He had lunch with his parents and decided that he was coming over for dinner.

He even was allowed to stay the night, as long as you kept the door to your room open. That had ended up being painted in a soft lavender.

Hopper passing through the hall, every few minutes.

“It’s kind of crazy“, you chuckled.

“What?“, Steve asked.

“We could have had so many of those nights in the other house“, you started, “…also more private ones“, you added laughing and kissing Steve’s neck playfully. He laughed pulling you closer.

“Yeah, but it just way. And that is okay. We have each other now.“, he said his eyes finding yours.

“Yeah we do“, you whispered.

A few seconds of silence followed before you heard Hopper coming down the hall again.

“But I also have this guard dog listening to everything we’re saying outside now!“, you added loud enough for him to hear.

“Hey!“, Hopper exclaimed, “I’m not listening to what your saying… I’m listening to know when you stop. Keep on talking! Keeps you two busy.“, he mumbled going back to his spot down the hall in the living room.

You two erupted into laughter.

Steve stopped abruptly, catching your attention.

You stared in his warm, brown eyes, that felt like sunshine and he stared into your Y/EC ones.

“I love you.“, he sighed happily.

And your heart fluttered.

YES. YES. YES. That’s all you had been wanting to hear, and all he’d been wanting to say since the moment you opened your eyes in the hospital.

“I love you too.“, you answered.

...

One month later.

You were nervously fiddling on the hem of your black wrap dress, starring in the mirror. All you wanted to do was hide in a hoodie and your sweatpants. Make coffee and crawl back into your cozy bed with Steve. But you couldn’t not today. Your brother’s appeared behind you in the mirror. He was wearing a navy blue suit, a black tie, and a white button-down, his usually messy hair combed back and gelled to his head.

He smiled and stretched his hand out towards you. You intertwined your fingers with his, your hand cold and shaking.

“We got this.“, Dustin said in a soft voice. “It’ll finally be over tonight.“

You nodded, taking a deep breath, before turning around to hug Dusty.

“You’re right. We got this. We got us.“, you whispered.

The drive was silent. Hopper and Dustin sat in the front, you and Steve, who was wearing a navy blue suit as well, sat in the back seat.

When Hopper pulled up into the parking spot, you froze. You felt the panic rising inside of you.

But you got out of the car anyway. This would over by tonight, you kept thinking.

Just one more day and you never had to see him again.

In the hall, you saw a familiar face. Billy had just walked around the corner on the other end.

He stopped when he noticed you. He had cut his hair short and was also in a suit.

He gave you a small wave and you could feel Steve tense up next to you, but you held him back.

You smiled at him, gently.

When Hopper told you about his situation and how everything was being handled, you decided to allow yourself to forgive him and it had been easier than you expected.

Billy was going to anger management classes and he was put in other therapy. He also had to do a shit-ton of hours of community service at the Police station and Mrs. Morgan was checking in on him and his family every few weeks. He was on his way to get better and who were you to let any of that stand in the way of his and your healing process. Steve had a harder time with just letting it go through.

...

You sat down in the courtroom. You had been able to give your statement the day before, without Andrew Henderson’s presence and so did Steve and Dustin.

So, you all got to sit next to everyone else.

The judge came in and you all stood up. You were nervously biting your lip.

He said a few opening words and you got to sit down again.

Everything around you drawn out, until you heard his name and the doors opened, to reveal the man you were so afraid of. The air was caught in your throat and you had to look at him. You had to.

He had gotten even thinner, he almost disappeared in his big suit. His face all sunken in.

And then his gaze fell on you. You felt like you were choking.

Just for a minute, you thought you saw something, some wave of emotions, flit across his face.

In his eyes was something you had never seen before. Not on him. It took you a few seconds to recognize it for what it was.

Remorse. Regret.

You wanted to scream. Everything hurt.

You felt like you couldn’t make it through.

But then Steve’s hand was on your’s and you turned to look at him into his beautiful eyes.

And the sunshine feeling came back, once again drawing everything else out.

You did not know how, but his touch made you feel less torn.

You weren’t sure what peace felt like but at that moment you thought it must feel a lot like him.

...

Andrew Henderson pleaded guilty in all charges.

You couldn’t believe it and so couldn’t his assigned attorney, who honestly looked really relieved about it.

Your father looked small up there, so pathetic.

He’d always been cigarettes and whiskey.

Dirty white shirts and the couch he was always passed out on.

He was Y/E/C eyes and scratchy cheek stubble.

He was days of not getting up of the floor, days of screaming or scary silence.

Yet, somehow he had looked the most pathetic you ever seen him at that moment when he did the right thing for the first time. Maybe because it looked like it was killing him.

...

It felt weird.

It really was over now.

You had never thought that that moment would come and it took you a few seconds to realize that was it. The moment you had dreamed off, you watched thunderstruck as he was being cuffed and escorted out without looking at you again.

On the way out everyone congratulated you on winning, tears were shed and you couldn’t help but smile. You were free everything was about to get so much easier. You stood there Steve’s hand in yours surrounded by your favorite people that all came to support you and your little brother who seemed relieved as well. It was like the sorrow was washed away until there was nothing but calm.

You stepped outside and the first warm rays of sunshine fell through the thick blanket of clouds, opening up the sky and you just knew that things were going to be alright from now on, whatever was going to come. You’d get through it together because you finally understood what trusting someone really meant.

...

On the way home you were really silent, you sat next to Steve in the car that often had felt more like home to you than any other place ever had and your heart felt full. Hopper had left with Joyce and her kids, leaving you three to drive back alone. You listened to the other’s conversing about the outcome of the trial, how happy they were but your thoughts were already somewhere else. This chapter was closed. Finally closed. Shut.

...

“Everything okay, Y/N?“, Steve asked placing his hand on your knee, waiting for you to take it.

You smiled intertwining your fingers with his, “Yeah, everything is fine. I was just thinking.“

“About what?“, Dustin wanted to know.

“I was thinking about how everything is over now... and when one of you guys is finally going to tell me what the actual hell happened to our poor cat. Like the real story, you know.“, you said looking into your brother's eyes through the rearview mirror, seeing his expression change from calm to panicked within seconds.

You couldn’t leave it alone any longer. You needed to know now.

Steve mirrored Dustin’s expression perfectly, mouth agape, not really knowing what to say.

They had discussed telling you with Hopper and the other’s before but they never actually came to the topic of how to.

They starred at each other for a bit before Steve stopped the car on the side of the road and nervously croaking out, “Dusty, you… you wanna?…“

“Um, yeah. I-“, he said looking at you with narrowed eyes, thinking about how to break to you gently that your beloved Mews had been eaten alive by some other dimensional creature,

when you chuckled and said, “Come on guys, it can’t be that bad.“, Dustin and Steve shared another intense look before they both shrugged and your brother began, “Well,…“

But that’s a different story.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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Suit Up 2

A sequel to this fic

Warnings: dub/noncon sex (a good ole American threesome, blowjobs)

This is dark!Stucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Bucky asks Steve to join.

Note: Y’all, this will be the only sequel, okay! You have Yours, Mine, and Ours, which I’ll eventually finish, but for now, enjoy this dose of Stucky.

Anyway :) Please like, reply, and/or reblog if you read. <3 Love you all.

The next morning, you were exhausted. Bucky hadn’t stopped until you were entirely spent. He stayed after; snoring soundly at your side. Your body ached and your mind reeled. You could be mad at him for what he had done, but you were angrier with yourself for enjoying it. You could lie to him, but you knew the truth.

He had taken the suit off one piece at a time. The gloves were first. Then he fingered you until you were wailing. Then the belt. He fucked you again, this time on your back. Then the boots. He bent you over once more. The shirt and he lifted you up. When at last the pants came off, he had you on top of him. He didn’t need to guide you. Your body worked on instinct.

You woke several times. When at last you gave up on sleep, you tried to slip out from beneath his arm. He stirred and squeezed your ass. He pulled you back to him. He was hard again. His cock poked your stomach as he rolled you to face him.

“Where are you going?” His voice was thick.

“To shower,” You pushed on his chest and he slid his hand down your pelvis. He pet the small vee of hair that framed your pussy.

“I’ll join you,” He grinned sleepily, “I’ve got a long day. Me and Steve gotta meet Tony to go over our next mission and then--”

You pulled away from him and he caught your wrist. He pushed you onto your back and pinned you down with a hand on your shoulder.

“What? What is you problem?” He demanded.

“I can’t act like last night was normal, Buck.” You squeaked. “Steve--”

“Steve knows we fuck. He’s not that innocent. And by the look on his face, I’d say he didn’t mind walking in when he did.”

“Bucky! He’s a client. How am I supposed to look him in the face?” You grabbed his hand but his hold on you didn’t budge.

“You didn’t have a problem last night. Not by my count.” His hand went to your neck and he dragged his fingers along your throat. It sent a shiver through you. “I don’t think you’ve ever cum so hard...or that much.”

“Because of you, not him,” You insisted as his eyes focused on his hand. His fingers stretched along your neck in a unspoken threat. He had never been so rough before. Never so...insatiable.

“It’s okay if you’re attracted to him.” He said. “Last night was fun, wasn’t it? The suit is kinda sexy.”

“The suit,” You cringed. “I never want to see it again.”

He chuckled. He leaned in and kissed you. “Sure,” He said dryly. “Let’s shower then,” He released your throat and sat up. He pinched your thigh and turned his legs over the edge of the bed. “You should definitely get cleaned up.”

He stood and you watched him disappear through the bathroom door. You got up slowly and looked around. The suit was strewn across the room. The boots and belt tossed around the chair, the shirt across it, the gloves underneath, and the pants a crumpled heap by the bed. You rubbed your forehead, almost in disbelief. It felt like a dream. Far-fetched; impossible.

You entered the bathroom. Bucky was already in the shower. You stood in the doorway and stared at his blurred figure through the plastic curtain. You pondered waiting until he was done. You needed time to think. To process everything.

“Well,” He pulled back the curtain, “You gonna get cleaned up?”

You forced yourself away from the door and resigned yourself to a little longer. You couldn’t figure out if you were mad at him. You were more confused. As you stepped in behind him, you shuddered.

The hot water streamed down his broad back. He turned to you and he was still hard. You wanted more despite your doubts. He was your Bucky. The man you had loved for years.

“Come on babe,” He cupped your tit as he noticed your eyes on his cock. “We’ve got time.”

You couldn’t help your guilty smile. You bit your lip as the water splashed over his shoulders and against your chest. “Goddamn you.”

He slipped his arms around you and pulled you close. He bent to kiss you as his right hand explored your body. He kneaded your ass and wiggled his hips as his erection rubbed against you. You slung your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

You lifted your leg and he reached down to hold your knee in place. He turned you and pushed you against the tile. You were on the tip of your toes as he bent his knees and lined his cock up with your entranced. He nibbled your lip as he entered you.

You gasped and he sank to his limit. The water rained down over you and he thrust into you long and hard. You tangled your fingers in his damp hair as he worked against you. You tilted your hips and welcomed him deeper. He grabbed your other leg and lifted you entirely. You bent your legs around him as he crushed you against the wall.

“Do you still love me?” He nuzzled your neck as he spoke.

“Yes, of course,” You rasped. “Yes.”

You moaned as he sped up. The heat of the steam and his body mixed with that blooming in your core. You moved yourself against him and hummed.

“Tell me,” He said and bit into your flesh.

“I love you,” You breathed, “I love you, I love you.”

You rutted against him and cried out as you came. You shook and he guided your body. He rocked into you harder and harder. The tile was unforgiving against your back and your shoulders began to ache from the crush of his body.

“Fuck,” He threw his head back and plunged into you entirely. “I--” He moved his hips with each word. “Love--You.”

He brought you to his hilt and his chest rose and fell rapidly. His cum slowly dripped out around his cock as he leaned against you, his arm just above your head. He kissed you tenderly and rubbed his nose along yours.

“You’re so good to me,” He cooed, “So perfect.”

A few days later, Bucky and Steve left for another mission. You had yet to run into Steve alone. The few times you had seen him had been in passing and you managed to flit away while he was distracted with another. Even just the thought of him had your heart racing.

What did he think of you now? When he saw you, did he recall that night? You splayed before Bucky on the bed, senseless and sloppy.

You were thankful for the time away from both super soldiers. A chance to think. Bucky had been with you almost every night and had turned voracious. When you first started dating, he had been clingy. He was all over you whenever you were alone but he had been sweet. Now he was insistent; ruthless, even.

Sooner or later, you’d need to face Steve. You worked with him after all. He made more public appearances than any Avenger aside from Tony. That meant you saw him more than the others. It was unusual not to see him every day. Some weeks, you saw him almost as much as Bucky, sometimes more.

Maybe that was why Bucky had taken the suit. Something had sparked his jealousy that day. You had always been friendly with Steve. You met him before you had Bucky. He had introduced you.

The former winter soldier had been uncertain of the peppy PR manager. He had never been skilled at expressing his emotions, had he? It had taken a huge argument for him to admit that he liked you. It was cute to see him so flustered. And when you said you liked him back, it was as if you had smacked him across the face. Now you were the one in shock.

It was over a week before they returned. Bucky texted intermittently; all was well but slower than expected. He couldn’t wait to be back but you were anxious for his return. For Steve’s, too.

You were in your office when you got the text. Bucky wanted you to meet him on the jetpad; they were about to land. You were stuck on the phone with an editor who wanted an interview with Stark. The negotiations were not going well. The magazine had not been kind in their last meet with the billionaire. You texted back, ‘as soon as I can’.

Finally done with the stubborn editor, you promised her a call back the next day after you spoke with Tony. You hung up and tossed your phone on the desk. They were probably already landed. Bucky wouldn’t be happy. You stretched and stood. You headed out, your heels echoed down the hallways as you sped to meet Bucky before he came to find you.

You turned the corner and crashed into a wall. Well, not exactly. Steve’s thick hands grabbed your arms and steadied you before you could topple over. You looked up at him in surprise and he released you sharply as if he had been zapped. He forced his hands back to his sides and cleared his throat.

“S-Steve,” You smiled. Your lips trembled nervously. “You’re back.”

“Hey,” He wouldn’t look at you, instead he kept his eyes just behind you. “Yeah, it was a, uh, long mission.”

You paused and stared at his chest, his thick arms, his square jaw. “I was just...going to find Bucky. He, um, messaged, but…” Your voice died and you swayed back and forth anxiously. “Yeah, I uh, should...go find him.”

“Sure, yeah,” He agreed and scratched the back of his head. “I’ll just get out of your way.”

You tried to sidestep him but he went the same way in his effort to let you through. You changed course and he did the same, the two of you failing to get past the other as you went back and forth in an awkward dance.

“Just--” “I’ll go this way--” You and Steve struggled to get out a full sentence as you avoided touching each other.

“Hey,” Bucky’s voice ended your terrible tango and you both turned to look at him as he strode towards you. “I was wondering where you were.”

“Sorry, just running a bit behind,” You explained and finally got past Steve. You unwittingly brushed against his hand as you did. “I was coming though.”

“No worries,” He wrapped you up in his arms and kissed you. “I’m just happy to be back.”

“I’ll see you two later,” Steve said quietly. “Tony’s waiting.”

“Sure,” Bucky called over your head. You looked up as he watched his friend go, a peculiar smirk on his face. “So, what was that about?”

“Nothing, we just...ran into each other,” You replied. “I was just on a call and a bit distracted so…”

“Mmhmm,” He didn’t sound convinced as he turned you back the way you’d come, his arm slung over your shoulders. “You have time for a break or do you gotta get back?”

“Actually,” You sighed, “My day is full up. Especially after your mission, I’ve gotta explain that bridge you two decided to collapse.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” He chuckled. “Well, what about after work? We can catch up then.”

“Sure,” You shrugged. “If you’re not too tired.”

“I’m fucking wired,” He squeezed your shoulders. “What a long mission. I just couldn’t get you off my mind, babe.”

“Well, you’re back now,” You stopped and turned to him, “I’ll try to finish up by seven, okay?”

“Seven, or I come find you,” He smiled and bent to peck your lips. “I missed you.”

“Missed you, too,” You returned, “You better catch up to Steve though, Tony’s not in a patient mood.”

Bucky didn’t lie. He did come to find you. You were happy to have him to force you away from your work. You went to your room and he had you on the bed in seconds. It was like a breath of fresh air. He was sweet again, gentle even. You forgot all the worries of your day beneath his touch.

You showered after. He still smelled faintly of his sandalwood soap but you felt grimy in your own sweat. He reclined on the bed with eyes closed as you disappeared into the bathroom.

You left the door open a crack and turned on the faucet. The heat of the stream made you eager for sleep.The hot water, Bucky’s tender touch, and the tranquility of the evening calmed you. It almost felt as it had before.

That was, until you thought of Steve and your tense stand off in the hallway. You had to meet with him tomorrow; there was no way around it. He had an appearance at the end of the week and you hadn’t even gone over the talking points. You’d just have to swallow your shame and get it done with.

You lost yourself in your thoughts and by the time you stepped out of the shower, the water had started to run cold. You rubbed your hair dry and wrapped the towel around you. Hopefully Bucky already dozed off and you could just sneak in beside him. You opened the door and stopped short.

What the fuck?

The bed was empty but Bucky wasn’t gone. He stood by the door and watched you enter. He smiled as the shock marred your face and looked to the new presence in the room.

Steve stood by the bed in full regalia. The suit fit him much better than Bucky. His blue eyes sparkled under his helmet and he grinned.

You looked back to Bucky. He had pulled on a pair of jeans to welcome his friend and blocked the door with his broad figure. He crossed his arms and nodded to Steve.

“Surprise, babe.” He smirked.

Steve shifted his weight on his feet. You could hear the strain in his leather boots. You grasped the front of your towel tightly and gaped between the super soldiers.

“Surprise?” You repeated.

“That little show in the hallway was cute, but we both know what you really want,” Bucky said. “So, it’s yours.”

“I don’t--” You turned to Steve and despite his earlier reticence, his eyes shone with anticipation.

“We talked on our mission. Lots of time for that, you know?” Bucky explained. “I never had a problem sharing.”

“Bucky,” Your voice was thin, unsure.

Bucky neared and rested his hands on yours. He slowly pushed them down and wrestled the towel from your grasp. He left you entirely baer as he stepped back. He tossed the towel away and crossed his arms once more. “Go on.”

You tried to cover your body as you felt Steve’s gaze on you. He let out a dusky breath and you shivered.

“Don’t be a shy girl, we both know you’re not the type,” Bucky remarked. “So go on and suck the Captain’s dick.”

You glanced over at Steve, his gloved hand brushed over his crotch. His erection pushed against his pants as he bit his lip. Unthinking, you poked your tongue out between your lips. Steve unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his hips. His cock sprung out and he gripped it in one hand.

“You’re the Captain,” Bucky growled impatiently. “Tell her what to do.”

Steve inhaled and pushed his shoulders back. He gave a small nod and turned to sit on the end of the bed. He stroked his cock as he watched you. “Come here,” He pointed between his legs, “On your knees.”

You were in shock and yet you felt the arousal in your core. Bucky tutted and neared you once more. He grabbed your elbow and pressed himself against you. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “We both know you want to fuck him, so do it.”

He let go and smacked your ass. You stumbled forward and your feet carried you without thought. You came up before Steve and he pulled his hand away from his cock. He leaned back with his hands behind him on the mattress and your mouth formed and o as you looked down at his length.

“I’m sure you can handle it,” He gloated. “Bucky’s told me all about that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You got carefully to your knees and gulped as you stared at his cock. You wrapped your fingers around it gently and he groaned. The heat of his body surrounded you and made you sweat. You glided your hand up and down his length and he shuddered. He grabbed your wrist and squeezed.

“I said use your mouth, doll,” His voice was harsh. “Captain’s orders.”

You could sense Bucky watching you. The door shifted as he leaned against it and you peeked behind you. Steve let go of your wrist and grabbed your chin. He turned your head back to him.

“Don’t worry about him.” He growled and his hand slid around the back of your head. “Now, open up.”

He pushed your head down and his cock pressed against your lips. You spread them over his thick head and tasted the salty precum that had gathered along it. He sank to the back of your throat. You gulped and took him deeper until you couldn’t breathe.

You pulled back and he kept his hand on your head. He urged you back down and led your motion as your mouth slid along his cock. He bunched your damp hair in his hand as he leaned back. He groaned and your spit spread around your lips sloppily.

“Fuck,” He breathed out as he pushed you down faster and harder.

You bobbed your head eagerly and grasped at the waist of his pants. You felt cold metal fingers along your spine and Bucky gripped your shoulder as he bent to whisper to you.

“Make him cum,” He pressed his hand to Steve’s and forced you deeper. “Swallow it all.”

Bucky backed away and Steve kept your motion steady. He groaned louder and louder until he swore. His hot cum spilled down your throat and you struggled to take it all without choking. You swallowed around his cock and he tugged your hair.

Slowly, you pulled away from him, your spit and his cum strung between your lips and his cock. He let go of you and panted as leaned back on his hands. You wiped your mouth and the shadow behind you moved. The chair gave a soft creak. Bucky waited patiently as Steve tore off his helmet.

“Stand up, doll,” Steve sat up, “Turn around.”

You stood shakily and Steve’s hand traced the curve of your hips and thighs. You turned your back to him and he slapped your ass. He shoved his hand between your legs and felt around. He spread your juices with his fingers and hummed in approval.

He pushed his fingers inside and you flinched in surprise. He pulled them out and dragged them down your thigh. He left a trail around to your ass and grabbed your hips. He led you back and lowered you onto his lap.

He lined himself up and slipped past your ass. You spread your legs as he entered you inch by inch. He stopped halfway and pushed your ass apart. He looked down at his cock and slapped you again.

“You want more, doll?”

“Yes,” You rasped and placed your hands on his thighs.

“Yes…” He lifted you slightly off his cock.

“Yes, Captain,” You begged. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” He pulled you down entirely and you cried out.

He reached down and pulled your knees over his. He spread your legs as far they could go and stretched his fingers around your waist. He moved you up and down his cock. He snaked one hand up to your chest and played with your tits. He kneaded the flesh and tweaked your nipples as he led your motion.

“Look at him,” He hissed, “Look at him when you fuck me.”

You inhaled sharply and licked your dry lips. “Yes, Captain.” You peeked over shyly at Bucky. He smirked as he watched your body bounce against Steve’s. He gripped the arms of the chair as his bulge pressed against his jeans.

Steve slammed you down harder and harder. You arched your back as he stretched you to your limits and your walls ached around his cock. Your eyes closed as you moaned wildly and reached down to rub your throbbing clit.

The chair shifted again and you sensed a shadow in front of you. Bucky tore your hand away from your bud and replaced it with his. He rubbed you with his metal fingers as he got to his knees. His eyes clung to your pussy as Steve thrust in and out of it. The front of his pants were slick from fucking you.

“Are you going to cum?” Bucky snarled. “Hmm, are you gonna cum all over the captain’s cock?”

You whined and he swirled his fingers. Your breath hitched and Steve pulled your arms behind you. Bucky leaned forward to take your nipple in his mouth and nibbled it before looking up at you again.

“Tell the captain you’re going to cum,” Bucky said. “Let him hear it.”

“I’m gonna cum, Captain,” You exclaimed as the buzz began to intensify. You bucked atop Steve and your voice cracked at the sudden peak. “Ah, I’m--cumming, Captain.”

Bucky kept his fingers moving through your orgasm and Steve guided your body. He didn’t slow as his own moans began to rise.

“Oh, you bad girl,” Bucky teased your overworked clit, “You’re going to make him cum.”

“Shit,” Steve hissed and pulled you down as deep as he could.

He rocked his hips as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. His cum coated your walls and Bucky pressed on your bud until your hips tilted. He pushed his fingers along your folds and slipped one in beside Steve’s dick. He pulled it out slowly and held up his slick index for you to see. He smeared it down your chest and smirked.

He stood and Steve lifted you off his cock. His cum leaked down your thighs and Bucky spun you around. He pushed on your shoulders until you bent over. Steve caressed your cheek and guided you back to his cock, now glistening with your cum and his.

You opened your mouth to take him as Bucky unzipped behind you. He entered you in a single thrust and bottomed out. You heard Steve’s cum squelch around him as he began to thrust. You tasted yourself on Steve’s cock and he held your head with both hands.

You held onto Steve’s thighs as you worked your mouth around him and Bucky pounded into you from behind. His metal fingers hooked around your shoulder and his other squeezed your hip. His grunts filled your ears as both soldiers worked your body for you.

“You like sucking his dick?” Bucky sneered. “Hmm? Does it taste good?” He slapped your ass and sped up. “You gonna swallow again?”

Steve grunted and fell onto his back with his hands still around your head. He forced your head down as he came and you felt it in your throat. You swallowed it through your heavy breaths and he let go of you.

You removed your mouth from him and clung to his thighs as Bucky kept fucking you. He bent over you and hooked his arms around your and pulled you back. You were on tiptoes as he hammered into you. Your pussy thrummed and your legs shook as you came around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck,” He cursed and crashed into you. “Fuck.”

He thrusts were painful as he came and bottomed out entirely. You were once more filled as his cum mixed with Steve’s. His heat added to your own. You were weak, delirious, and still hungry for more.

Bucky was breathless as he pulled out and led you toward the bed. “How do you want her next?”

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