#Steve’s the baby and now he needs someone to take care of him bc he always takes care of everyone

[plistommy]

[ashwhowrites]

Billy Hargrove x Cheerleader! Reader, Billy started dating reader 3 months ago, and he found himself jealous everytime someone in the basketball team talked to his girlfriend, he tried to talk to her but she was like, baby they're friends, but Billy didn't like that. They were doing... Activities and someone called to reader's house phone, and Billy found himself angry at that bc it was probably someone from the team. Billy decided to take Reader to Lover's Lake and they spend a good day. But in the week he had to see a lot of boys talking with reader and he went where he never thought, he went to Max for help and she was like don't be dumb, she's your girlfriend (maybe Billy realizes that he's been dumb and apologizes for his actions?)

I miss writing for Billy! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Max?

Billy never saw himself as a jealous person. He knew he was attractive and could get anyone he wanted. If Billy and jealousy were mentioned in the same sentence, it was that someone was jealous of him. He had full confidence in himself and he reminded everyone of that.

But now, he was breathing hard as he watched his "teammates" talk to his girlfriend. The game finished and everyone celebrated. Billy figured he'd be celebrating with his girlfriend in the backseat of his Camaro. Instead, she congratulations Steve Harrington with a bright smile.

Billy yanked off his jersey, using the material to dab off the sweat on his face. He grabbed his bag and threw it on his shoulder. His sneakers squeaked against the gym floor as he walked up to them. He didn't care that they were in the middle of a conversation, he grabbed Y/N's arm and spun her around. Before she could say a word, his tongue was in her mouth. His hands cupped her ass and shoved her against his sweaty body. She moaned as she felt his hard abs under her hands.

Billy opened his eyes to see Steve walking away. Billy smirked into the kiss as he gave Y/N a slap on the ass when Steve looked back.

"Fuck Billy." Y/N quietly moaned against his mouth. Her knees felt weak and she could feel how soaked she was underneath her skirt.

"Shall we celebrate?"

~~~

"Fuck your mouth is so good," Y/N whined, her hands in Billy's curls as his tongue worked inside her cunt. Billy was good at sex, which was well-known. But his oral sex was just as mind-blowing.

She was near orgasm when the phone near her bed rang. She swore Billy's tongue moved faster when she reached for the phone.

"One sec." She said, her eyes meeting Billy's sweet blue as she pushed his head away. He growled but listened. A snarl on his face as she answered the call. He figured it would be one of her friends from the squad but he heard a male voice on the other end.

He moved off her bed and snatched his jacket.

"Where are you going?" She whispered, the other line busy with talking. Billy rolled his eyes.

"Home." He snapped and slammed her bedroom door.

~~~

Billy knew his actions weren't the best, and leaving her there vulnerable wasn't appropriate. But he also didn't feel like he needed to apologize for his behavior....with words.

Instead, they headed up to Lovels Lake, no phones or any way for her attention to be taken elsewhere. The day was romantic and sweet. They had a picnic, went swimming, and made out in the back of his car. She was only focused on him and he loved it. He thought maybe things would stay this way once the weekend was over and they went back to school.

But the second Monday arrived and she jumped out of his car, boys came swarming in to talk to her about their weekends. Billy kept his arm around her but glared at every boy that spoke. He couldn't help the anger that took over. He grabbed Y/N more intensely than he intended, yanking her away from the group as he marched into the building.

"BILLY!" she snapped, the anger in her voice caused Billy to stop in his tracks. He dropped her arm and felt a rush of guilt when he saw the marks he left.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Her arm didn't hurt as bad as it looked. She knew Billy would spiral into a panic about his mark on her, but she felt safe with him and knew he'd never hurt her. "It doesn't hurt. Now tell me what's wrong."

Once Billy felt the relief she wasn't hurt, he tried to focus on why he was so upset. He grabbed her hand gently and kissed her arm. His lips are delicate against the marks he left. He pulled back but kept her hand in his.

"I'm sick of all these guys talking to you! You're my girlfriend! Even our private time gets invaded by those thirsty wolves. They want to fuck you and I can't believe you just let it happen!" Billy said, his anger in the driver's seat as he let anything come out of his mouth.

"Let it happen?" Y/N scoffed, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that when I was talking with my FRIENDS, I had their dick in my mouth. Thanks for thinking I'm a total slut."

"That's not what I said! Don't put words in my mouth." Billy argued.

"But it's what you insinuating, isn't it? What have I let happen? A simple conversation with my friends. If you can sit here and have the nerve to think I'd ever cheat on you, then you aren't the boyfriend I thought you were. Call me when you get your head out of your ass." She said, turning on her heel. She couldn't believe the way he was acting. She's been loyal, she shut down any advances anyone sent her way. Those guys were her friends and never wanted anything more. Why couldn't he see that?

~~~

Max knew something was instantly wrong when Billy came home, without Y/N, and slammed his bedroom door shut.

Weirdly enough, Billy changed for the better with Y/N around. He seemed happier and got into fewer fights with the family. He almost became an actual brother to Max. And she felt a weird sense of comfort from it.

When Billy was in a mood, Max learned to keep her door shut and not bother being in the same room as him. She assumed it was a fight with Y/N since he was pissed off alone. Another thing Max loved about Y/N, she knew exactly how to keep Billy calm. Ever since her, Billy hasn't made a scene.

Max tried to focus on her comic book as Billy's music blasted through the small house. She rolled her eyes as the small trophies on her dresser began to shake. Her skateboard slammed on the ground as the walls shook. She slammed down her comic, yanking her door open with venom on her tongue. But froze when Billy was already outside her door.

"Can I talk to you?" Max wasn't sure if she should be as scared as she was. Billy never asked to talk. He only talked his feelings out with Y/N. And she couldn't blame him. She also talked her feelings out with Y/N all the time. She had a sense of warmth and a shoulder that was always ready to be leaned on. She brought the deepest emotion out of everyone. She was safe.

"Turn off the music first," Max said, leaving her door open as she sat on her bed. She sighed in relief when the music stopped and she could hear her thoughts again.

"Y/N?" She asked, a knowing look in her eye. She could see Billy's body deflate and a painful look in his eye.

"I fucked up, and like really fucked up." Billy sighed, his fingers picking at the strands of Max's blanket. She was quick to slap his hand.

"What did you do?"

"I keep getting jealous, and when I do I act like an idiot. In some form of words, I kinda made it sound like I couldn't trust her. Which I do! I know she wouldn't cheat on me, but the fear of her finding someone better is so real. Every guy she talks to is better than me. You know? They don't have these anger issues or daddy problems, and they have money. I look worthless next to them." Billy explained. He felt his throat burn and an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.

"Billy, listen to what you just said. You think all those guys are better than you, if she thought that why would she be with you? Why would she continue to pick you every time those guys flirt with her? Who cares if they want her, she wants you. Stop being a dumbass and fucking it up. Grossly, girls love you. I'm sure she gets jealous too when those sluts try to hook up with you. But she knows you are hers so she doesn't take it out on you. Don't do that to her. You already have her, you are better than them. And those issues? Not deal breakers for her so quit using it as an excuse to be an asshole. Go apologize, buy her chocolate, and love her." Max said, finishing her rant as she snatched her comic book back open.

Billy smiled and patted her head. He knew what he had to do.

~~~

Y/N blew on her nails as she hummed quietly to the music on her radio. She sighed as another hour passed and no word from Billy. She didn't want to break up, but maybe he did. Maybe he's been wanting to break up and using his outbursts as an excuse.

Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on her window. She smiled as she saw Billy there. Then she quickly remembered she was supposed to be mad at him. She frowned as she walked over to open the window.

He wore a hoodie and sweatpants. His curly hair blew in the wind, and his scent of cigarettes filled her nose.

"I'm sorry. I know I've been an idiot and everything in between. I was a dick to you and you don't deserve that. I got insecure and jealous, and instead of communicating that, I lashed out at you. I trust you, I trust you more than anyone. I'm grateful to have someone as amazing as you to love me and I need to stop fucking it up. I even talked to Max, who will probably murder me if I lose you." Billy chuckled, and Y/N giggled herself.

"Max huh? Must have been desperate to run to your little sister." She teased, Billy smiled, he knew it was a way of her forgiving him.

"Thank you for apologizing. You have been a dick, but I love you anyway. Thank you for taking responsibility. I'm proud of you." She said, leaning over to peck his lips. Billy smiled into the kiss as he kissed her back.

Billy pulled away and handed over the chocolates. Y/N smiled and placed them on her desk. Then she grabbed his hand and brought him inside.

"Now why don't you take that jealousy out in a different way." Y/N winked, her tone seductive as she tugged on his hoodie.

"Gladly."

[babyhatesreality]

Hey!!! I loved your lates fic here

But I’m not sure how to think about Steve.

Would he still give her time out bc he thinks she is lying about something daddy said when she is telling the truth?

Imagine she gets in a little argument with another little one and the other one is telling her Papa that she said something mean/ a no no word. Would he believe his little one? Bc I don’t think so ☹️

AAAHHHHH I HAVE HAD THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD SINCE DAY ONE SO THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE CHANCE TO WRITE IT!!! <3

Listen to your Little

Pairing: Daddy! Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, language, anxiety, mentions of past emotional upheaval, someone tells lies, mistrust, baby gets unfairly punished, mean Papa, mean Daddy, angst, fluffity fluff fluff fluff, everything gets worked out in the end because I always need a happy ending.

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A/N- this takes place about 2 weeks after you've moved in with Stucky, when you're still- unbeknowst to you- in your probationary period with SHIELD.

You were excited- and nervous- but mostly excited! It was your first play date with Wanda and Pietro since moving in with your daddies. You'd all met before of course, at the big welcome-to-the-family party, and gotten along famously. But this was the first time you were going over to Aunt Natasha's and Uncle Bruce's apartment to play. You and Wanda had bonded over your mutual love of Care Bears and My Little Ponies, and you were super excited to see her collection and play ponies again. You were nervous about Pietro, though. He wasn't exactly mean to you, but he didn't like that Wanda paid more attention to you than to him when you both were together. He also didn't like that you and Peter got so close, so quickly.

"C'mon, none of that now," Bucky said gently, pulling your fingers out of your mouth as he bounced you in his arms. The three of you were making your way to the elevator to go to the Banner/Romanoff floor. Bucky had noticed that you were a little hesitant when you'd left the apartment, so he had immediately scooped you up to snuggle you on the way. You had started chewing on your fingers, a sign that he'd only recently learned meant that you were feeling distress. "I don't want you to bite your fingers off. That's MY job," he teased, before pretending to eat your fingers playfully. You squealed and giggled for a moment, but eventually laid your head on his shoulder with a tiny sigh.

"What's the matter, Lovebug?" Steve asked, leaning into your view point and rubbing your back soothingly. "Are you feeling okay?" He looked around as they stepped into the elevator. He knew that SHIELD was watching their every move, and if something was wrong with you, by god he was going to figure it out in a heartbeat. He kept patting you, but you didn't speak until the doors to the elevator had closed.

"What if....what if dey don't like me?" you said, just loud enough for them to hear it.

"Wanda and Pietro?" Steve asked in surprise. "They already like you, angel. Remember how you and Wanda were playing that you were the little ponies just two nights ago?"

"MY little ponies," you corrected, your head popping up to make sure your Papa understood the very important difference in wording. He smiled.

"Sorry, MY little ponies," he said, booping you on the nose. "You two had so much fun that you fell asleep before you could finish telling us all about it, remember?" He and Bucky shared a private smirk; that had been the night they had discovered that letting you tell your own stories at bedtime was a bad idea. You had literally not stopped talking during your bath, pajamas, and being tucked into their bed. They found it so cute that they couldn't bear to stop you, but you'd continued for a good hour past bedtime until your exhausted body overcame your brain and you'd fallen asleep mid-sentence.

That hadn't gone over terribly well with the review board. They understood that Steve and Bucky hadn't wanted to stifle you, but they were concerned that not adhering to a strict schedule, no matter what, might set a bad precedent. From then on, Steve and Bucky had been fastidious about your bedtime routine. They weren't risking anything that could potentially 'set a bad precedent' and get you taken away from them.

You didn't know any of that of course- all you knew was that you were feeing a little anxious about the visit. When you didn't answer Steve right away, he continued trying to help you through this. "Tell you what, Katie Cat," he said, grinning when you smiled softly at the special nickname. "If you feel icky, or if something is bothering you, you can tell me or Daddy, and we'll all come back home. Okay?"

"Don't wanna spoil your fun..." you mumbled into Bucky's shoulder. Bucky and Steve locked eyes for a moment. They had prepared for things like this. In all of the time the three of you had spent together before this, you'd been very honest about your issues with abandonment and self-worth, and how it all tied into your need to regress. You were scared to death to do anything that might make your new and already-beloved daddies mad or upset, no matter how little it seemed.

"Baby, this time is for you, okay?" Steve said reassuringly. "We just want you to have fun with your new little friends. Daddy and I see Aunt Natasha and Uncle Bruce all the time, so if you need to leave, you're not spoiling anything. Everyone will understand, and no one will be mad. Okay?"

"Otay," you whispered back, a shy smile on your face. Bucky pressed a kiss into your hair.

"That's our girl," he said, nuzzling the top of your head with his cheek. "Do you want a paci so you don't chew on your fingers again?"

You shook your head. "No, tank you," you said politely, making them both melt. "Gonna be a big girl." You leaned back and looked at Bucky, tilting your head. If you were gonna be a big girl, you really should be walking by yourself...."Big girl later," you decided, then nuzzled back into the safety of Daddy's shoulder, making him chuckle.

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An hour later, you wondered what on earth you'd been nervous about. Wanda, Pietro, and you were currently playing the most fabulous game of Chutes and Ladders ever. The three of you had started the playdate with exploring their playroom. You were in absolute awe of the colorful and joyous chaos, and they had delighted in showing you everything. Then came the games. You hadn't played such a raucous, noisy version of Chutes and Ladders in so long and it was a blast. You were also apparently really good at it, as you placed your token on the winning block for the second time in a row.

"Wow! You are SO good at this game, Katie!" Wanda cheered, leaning over to give you a high five. "Here, high five Buttons now," she instructed, holding up her favorite teddy. You giggled and gently high fived his paw, making her laugh.

"That's not fair, that you won two games in a row," Pietro interjected suddenly into your joy. You quickly dropped your hand, feeling awkward. Pietro had been fine, if not a little quiet, when you won the first time, but it seemed like two times was his limit. You started feeling that little prickle of anxiety that you had when you were coming here.

"You're just jealous that she won and you LOST," Wanda said, sticking her tongue out. Pietro jumped up, enraged at his sister.

"I'm gonna tell Mommy that you stuck your tongue out!" he announced triumphantly.

"Then I'M gonna tell her that you're being mean to us and you'll get a time out," Wanda shot back, glaring at her brother. Pietro scowled at her, but sat back down.

"We're gonna play again and this time I'M gonna win," he grumbled.

"We don't hafta play dis game," you said hesitantly. "We can play something else. Whachu wanna play?" You bit your lip- you didn't want to lose your new friends on your very first playdate.

"This and I'm gonna win," he declared. You exchanged a quick look with Wanda, who shrugged and put her piece back at the starting block. Not wanting to rock the boat anymore than you accidentally already had, you quietly put your piece back at the beginning too.

You subtly tried to flick the spinner so you'd land on the lower numbers, but Wanda caught on immediately. "No, you gotta do it right. I want you to win again!" she said, making you retake your turn. You sighed and flicked, and of course, landed on a square that gave you a huge ladder up.

"You cheated!" Pietro said, pointing at Wanda after he realized how far ahead this made you in the game. "You made her go again and that's cheating!"

"Nuh-uh!" Wanda said hotly. "You're trying to cheat 'cause you wanna win."

"You're a big ol' dumbbell!" Pietro yelled at her. Your anxiety suddenly turned to anger at his exclamation. You knew that name calling was absolutely not allowed from any of you. On top of that, Pietro was just being mean. No one messed with your friends!

"Please stop being mean," you said, pushing yourself up to stand on your knees. You weren't quite brave enough to stand all the way up, but you definitely couldn't stay seated when your friend was being called names. Pietro's eyes narrowed at you menacingly.

"What did you say?" he said, almost daring you to say it again.

"I said please stop being mean!" you said, louder than you intended. Before you could even take a breath, Pietro zoomed out of the room. You looked at Wanda, startled. "Wha' happened?" you asked nervously. You knew that the twins weren't supposed to use their powers when they weren't on missions, so something bad obviously just happened for him to break the rules like that.

Just then, you heard loud steps pounding down the hallway. "Kaitlyn!" Papa scolded loudly as he came around the corner and into the room. You hadn't heard that tone from him before. You sat back down in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. What did you do for him to use your full name like that? "Pietro said that you were calling him names," he accused you, his hands on his hips and fire in his eyes.

"Wh-wha'? No, I didn't," you stammered, your mind spinning as you tried to figure out what was happening.

"No, Uncle Steve, she-" Wanda piped up. But Steve held up a hand to her.

"Not now, sweetie," he said, his tone just a touch softer, before he turned his glare back to you. You felt yourself shrinking down, feeling even littler than normal. "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" Steve scolded, his blue eyes narrowing at you.

"Papa, I didn' say nuffin' bad-"

"You know better than to call names, little girl," he said, almost as if you hadn't spoken. "There is no excuse for that kind of behavior. You don't treat your friends like that, and you don't call names, EVER."

"But-"

"But nothing. Come here, right now," he said, pointing to his feet. Scared to death, you shut your mouth and scrambled to get up and stand at his feet. "You're getting a time out," Steve said angrily, putting his hand on your back and ushering you out of the playroom.

You desperately wanted a chance to defend yourself, to ask why Papa believed that you would be so naughty. You looked up at him and inhaled as if to speak, but he immediately pointed a finger in your face. "Hush," he scolded. "Not one word." You obediently shut your mouth and tried to keep the tears from falling.

Steve led you to an empty corner in the dining room where he, Bucky, and Natasha had been sitting and chatting. Natasha and Bucky were nowhere to be seen, though. Steve made sure your nose was firmly in the corner before sitting down in the chair closest to you. "Now you think about what you've done, and when your time out it over, you're going to apologize to Pietro." It took everything within you not to make a sound or turn around at this injustice, but the fear of making Papa even angrier kept you in your place. You knew that you were not to move or make a sound in time out unless you wanted a longer one, so you kept yourself still.

Just then, you heard footsteps approaching. "Oh no," Bucky said when he saw you. "What did she do?" he asked Steve. You could hear the touch of steel in his tone, making you even more frightened.

"She called Pietro a name while they were playing their game," Steve responded, his own voice still tight with anger. "I let her know that is completely unacceptable, and she'll be apologizing when it's all over."

"Name calling?" Bucky said incredulously. He knew you had a mischievous streak a mile wide, but you had never been anything other than sweet and playful. He would never have thought you capable of that in a million years. His mind was blown at his sweet little angel being that mean.

"Apparently, they were playing a game, and when Pietro said something about wanting to win this round, she called him a 'dumb meanie-head'."

"What?!" Bucky yelled as you trembled in the corner. "Oh, she's writing lines tonight too. We are NOT letting her get away with this kind of behavior." Your insides quaked- now they were both against you and you hadn't even done anything.

"Hang on," Aunt Natasha said suddenly. "What exactly did Pietro say?" she questioned her oldest friend.

"He sped in here very upset-"

"He used his powers?"

"Yes. I don't think he meant to be bad, he was just worked up," Steve explained. You tensed up in the corner at Papa making excuses for Pietro, but still not defending you. Unbeknownst to you, Natasha noticed.

"Hmmm," she said, pressing her lips together as she thought. "Just out of curiosity, did Wanda say anything?" You couldn't see it from your viewpoint of the two walls, but the rest of the room saw Steve blush, slightly.

"Well, she tried to say something, but I...didn't let her," he said, a tad bit sheepishly. "I didn't want her to try to lie to get Katie out of trouble. We...can't take any chances right now. We need to make sure that we're...providing a healthy environment with boundaries and rules. We're not taking any chances. Not with our little girl."

Natasha knew exactly what Steve meant and that his heart was in the right place, but she also realized that you didn't fully understand all the larger implications at play here. And she knew her twins well enough to know that there was probably a lot more to the story.

"I hear you," Natasha said. "And I understand. But...just indulge me for a moment." She waited to get the nod from both Steve and Bucky before calling down the hallway. "Wanda? Pietro? Come into the dining room, please."

You tried your hardest not to fidget, but this was the worst. Your new friend and your now-mortal enemy were going to see you in trouble, and that was so embarrassing you started to silently cry again, biting down on your lip to not make a sound. You heard two pairs of feet shuffle in, but then the silence was shattered by your defender.

"No, that's not fair!" Wanda shrieked, pointing at you still stuck in the corner. "Katie didn't even do anything!!" At that, the room exploded into accusations and soothing words and frustration and anxiety, until finally Natasha made herself heard over everyone.

"Alright, ALRIGHT!" she shouted everyone down. "Wanda, tell me what happened." Pietro made a sound of indignation, but was quickly silenced. "You'll get your chance, Pietro. But Wanda is going first."

Much to your relief, Wanda quickly told the story of what actually happened, emphasizing that you had NOT called Pietro a name- you'd simply said that he was being mean. "Which he WAS," she finished sulkily, glaring at him.

A horrible, sinking feeling was settling into the pit of Steve's stomach. "Pietro, you told me that she called you a dumb meanie-head," he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking at the amount of damage he might have just done.

"It's what she MEANT," Pietro replied hotly after stammering for a moment, caught in his lie.

"NO IT'S NOT!" Wanda shrieked, outraged on your behalf. Pietro immediately started yelling back. Natasha quickly broke the argument up as Steve and Bucky both spun towards you.

"Oh my god, angel, I am so sorry," Steve said, his eyes brimming with tears. When you didn't make a move, his heart stopped for a second before he realized- he hadn't given you permission to leave the corner yet. You were being his good little girl, as always. "Lovebug, please come out of the corner. You should never have been in there and Papa is so very sorry."

You turned to him but couldn't look him in the eye. You didn't want him to see the tears that were still streaming down your face. But there was no way that he could have missed them. In an instant, he was crushing you to his chest, dropping kiss after kiss on top of your head in between apology after apology. "I am so sorry I didn't give you a chance to tell your side of the story, baby. Papa was very, very naughty today."

Bucky reached out and rubbed the parts of your back that he could touch, as you were still firmly held in Steve's arms. "And I'm sorry too, that I just jumped to conclusions," Bucky apologized as well. As someone who'd lost his own voice for years, he felt doubly guilty at taking away yours. "I will never do that again baby, I promise. Okay?" He moved in a little closer, exchanging a worried look with Steve when you didn't answer. "Angel?" he said softly. "Can you talk to me and Papa please?"

You finally turned your tear-stained face up to Steve. "I wann'ed to be a good girl today," you finally sobbed out. "Was I bad?" You were still too little to fully understand everything that had happened, but you were feeling some awful big feels.

"No Angel, you weren't bad at all," Steve said, feeling lower than shit. "You were very good to try to stand up for your friend, and I'm very very sorry that I didn't listen when you tried to tell me what happened. You are my good baby and you always will be." Steve expected you to yank yourself out of his arms and his life forever for his colossal fuck up, but the exact opposite happened instead.

You threw your arms around his neck and squeezed as hard as you could. You were so relieved that you hadn't been bad, and that things seemed to be getting back to normal, that all you could do was hold on to your Papa for dear life.

Natasha had let Pietro have his say while you and your daddies had been making up, but once he realized he was caught, he begrudgingly admitted that he had lied. He said that he'd been mad that he hadn't won and waited until Natasha wasn't near Uncle Steve to tattle. Natasha sent Pietro to his room promptly with the promise of a "long talk tonight with me and Daddy". She let Wanda worm her way into Steve's arms to hug you too. Wanda declared you the forever winner of Chutes and Ladders.

Steve and Bucky were both looking at Natasha, panic screaming in their eyes. What on earth was the board going to do with this? Would this be enough for them to take you away from them? However, Natasha smiled. "I got this," she said lovingly to her friends. She knew exactly how to manage this one with that damn board....

Later that night, Steve and Bucky each presented you with a piece of paper, in which they both had written "I will listen to my little girl" one hundred times each. Steve did two hundred, out of sheer guilt for putting you in time out on top of everything else. Your giggle at their self-induced punishments and the subsequent snuggle session started to make everything look a lot brighter.

The next morning, you were back to your normal happy-go-lucky self, thrilled with being babysat by Kate for the day. You had given your daddies big hugs and kisses before they left, promising to be good. Steve and Bucky, still feeling the residual pangs of guilt, made their way to their only meeting of the day, but one that they were very much ready for.

Natasha smiled as they closed the conference room door behind them. "Welcome gentlemen," she said, slightly teasing as they both took their seats sheepishly. "Welcome to 'Listening to your Little, 101'."

[eddywoww]

I know I’ve done this trope sort of before but (nsfw ahead)

The idea of Steve and Eddie maybe being in a band together and they’re way too codependent, right? But Steve is trying to not be. It’s hard when Eddie is his best friend and Steve can so often hear when Eddie bangs someone in the room right next to him in a hotel or when he does it on the bus.

It’s torture and he won’t admit why.

So Steve attempts to take a leaf out of the other guys books and he tries to sleep around more, see what he likes. But then one day it goes kind of wrong. He gets the wrong guy, some dickbag who is immediately a red flag. Nothing bad happens, thankfully. Because Steve is strong and mean and the guy stands no chance against him. But that doesn’t stop Eddie from overhearing an argument and throwing himself into the room, always sharing a door between the two of them for safety (clingy) reasons. So he sees Steve half dressed with some asshole and he doesn’t like it. But he says it’s because Steve could have gotten hurt.

He wants to be around when Steve sleeps with men.

It’s subtle at first. Waiting by the door, listening in as they fuck around. Making sure Steve is safe. And Steve should stop him, tell him they’re breaking the rules here. Rules they’ve never even spoken aloud. But how many times has he had to hear Eddie? Right? So he doesn’t care at first. But then Eddie thinks that it happened again bc Steve and a guy start getting rough and it’s good and it’s fun but-

But Eddie throws himself into the fray again. Tells the guy to fucking leave and he does bc Steve can’t get a word in edgewise and the guy thinks he has a whole boyfriend now.

Steve is mad, Eddie is mad. It becomes a “you’re the baby of the group and I need to protect you” bullshit thing that pisses Steve off. But he notices that when Eddie leaves, he’s at least half hard.

So he gets devious, he gets angry. He plays into it, acts like he’s so scared and worried. Invites Eddie right into the room where he’s gonna let a guy fuck him. Eddie watches the entire time. Then it keeps happening. Sometimes it’s someone new, sometimes it’s a girl. Sometimes Steve is on his knees, getting his back blown out and Eddie is in the corner touching himself through his jeans, never taking it out. And it feels like the worlds going to explode or burn up or both.

But he never shows Steve. He never breaks.

What’s it gonna take for him to break?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I don’t know why I thought of this but I fell like Steve from the girl next door would totally be the type of person to give someone a pet as a gift. Like he would get for a kitten or puppy for dots birthday not even caring or thinking about all the responsibilities he has now put into her. And dot probably didn’t even want a pet to begin with like she had never mentioned the want for one he just felt the need to get her this live toy she now has to take care of.

Don't let him see her nurturing that kitten bc he will get baby fever.

[mariejordans]

I agree Jordan Marie and cate are the best most interesting characters if they're going to kill someone it should be Andre like you said he's useless and also unlikable as a person lmfao he ain't doing anything right. I love cate and I love villains so whatever way they go with her as long as it's believable I'm all for it. My thing with them killing more characters is because we're in the endgame now as in the boys probably has 2 more seasons to go and they're also going to start killing a lot of people like by the end I expect most of the main supes and at least half of the boys to be dead so as the gen v characters get pulled into that they're also going to start getting killed off but idc they better not touch Jordan and Marie I'm not kidding I already have hives thinking about stranger things maybe killing Steve in the last season I don't need this 😂😂😂😂

right EXACTLY jordan marie cate 🔛🔝

i genuinely didn’t expect them to pivot on cate’s character bc i really thought they’d stick with cate wanting to be good/wanting to be a hero, trying to earn her friends’ trust back, but i’m SOOO glad that they’re going the villain/anti-hero route. especially with marie and cate now on opposing sides and them basically being each other’s narrative foils, like i need them to go full on villain with cate like it’s just too good a set up for a really complex relationship between marie and cate.

*sighs* okay so my thing with andre is that he COULD’VE been a really interesting character. like, daddy issues, bisexual, doesn’t really care about being a superhero and lowkey in love with his best friend (the writers are cowards for not making the throuple happen) like there were so many ways his character could’ve been done, but then he ended up being a stereotypical nepo baby. it’s kinda like the writers put little to no effort in his character development and didn’t even try to make him likable 😭 he just constantly gets thrown around by the other characters, he slept with his best friend’s girlfriend, and he’s just kind of a dick in general. really the only thing i found really genuine and likable about andre was his love for luke, and to a certain extent, cate. but beyond that, he’s just not a very sympathetic character to me idk 😭

honestly, i’m not suuper attached to any of the boys characters, maybe it’s bc i always end up taking super long breaks between binge watching but if they decided to start killing off main characters, i think i’d be fine (except kimchie or starlight pls don’t touch them thx) but THEY BETTER NOT TOUCH MARIE OR JORDAN OR I’M STARTING A RIOT IN THE PRIME VIDEO BUILDING FR like you could even take cate from me just dont touch limoreau…

i’m gonna be honest, i kinda wish gen v was less tied into the boys and got to stand on its own more bc i really need homelander to stay FARRRRRR away from marie and jordan and cate. butcher too. but also bc i really liked the college setting but seeing as how we now know the entire college is a scam, it might completely move away from godolkin, which is a shame bc i loved the superhero college-sky high esque concept of it and i wish we had gotten MORE of it before we got into all the plot heavy stuff but…it is what it is ig 🤷🏼‍♀️

[evansbby]

BESTIE THE FUCKING DRABLE OMGGGGGG!!! I love how you wrote Steve as soft while also still keeping the arrogant alpha part of his character. I hope this makes sense sjsjsks. But here are some of my fav moments from the drabble!!

The smell was already taking you back… all you had to do was close your eyes and you were back at home, with all the yelling and screaming and hitting and–

Hmm, by now we know omega's past is traumatic, but I wonder what exactly happened that she's this traumatized and panicked.

“Hey. Come back to me.” Steve’s voice cuts through your racing thoughts, his warm hands cupping your cheeks and his potent scent helping you breathe. “Come back, omega. I’m right here.”

OKAY! This is so making me wanna sob??? Like Steve's being demanding and assertive like usual but there's also this softness and care in his voice???? And when he tells her that he's right there??? Hello??? That is literally just so chefs kiss bcs his presence and scent alone can calm her down. Like he's literally trying to calm her down and actually help her 😭 Soulmates much eh? Also he was so drunk and horny but still noticed her panicking??? awwww the bare minimum but we love a soft toxic king😍

Steve rips your dress in half

Miss Mam! This is some unholy shit right here. God who? Religion who? I literally gasped so fucking loud when I read this - Steve's so depraved lmao. J the thought of him ripping a dress make me so horny - the strength kink's coming out bestieee. But it was also lowkey funny and such a good way to distract her lmao - when I said that you perfectly portrayed both his soft and arrogant side, this is exactly what I mean!!! He's soft but he's still his usual depraved alpha self!! Love it. And when he gives her his own sweatshirt??? I'm absolutely devastated - like it clearly shows Steve has changed in some ways bcs dude literally hates her wearing hoodies and sweatshirt. Like growth baby growth, so proud. I mean we all know there was no way he'd let her leave naked.

“Your nightmare face.” Steve says matter-of-factly, wrapping his arms around you even tighter as your head snaps upwards. “My wh-what?” “Your nightmare face. You do it all the time in your sleep. You start frowning and whimpering.”

BESTIE ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME? ISTG THIS IS TOO MUCH I CAN'T HANDLE THIS 😭. The fact that this bitch actually noticed??????? Hellow??? I think I just fell in love with him. And poor omega is clearly sooo traumatized and all steve's ever done is traumatize her more. Someone needs to give her the biggest cuddle and therapy of her life.

But then I just throw your toy at you and it seems to work because you calm down.”

Lmao this is sooo Steve. I'm pissed that he didn't like cuddle her or some shit like dude at least be a lil worried. But nah itz cool. Its not. Steve Jr is literally there for Omega all the time even when his dad isn't.

“I wish I knew what gets you so scared every night.” He whispers against your lips, cupping your face and holding you close. He takes a deep breath, his long lashes fanning his cheekbones as he strokes your cheeks. “I hope it’s not me.”

Okay I'm officially dead guys someone hold my funeral 😭. I just know that very deep deeeep down Steve is so disturbed/bothered and hates that he doesn't know what happened to her. And poor omega has these nightmares every night???? and ur telling me this 'I'm the alpha its my duty to protect my omega' dude doesn't do anything other than throw her a dam toy?? Fuck him lol. But his eyelash game is strong, I'm jealous😭. Plus, he's hoping that its not him?? Like he knows he scared her and is traumatizing her?? Bitch (not you, just steve lol). But its also makes my heart hurt bcs its the first time Steve's really opening up and we're getting to see that something majorly fucked up Omega and scared her for life. There something so heartbreaking about Steve wishing he isn't the one in her nightmares. Like kill me dude's so broken inside.

I am so sorry this is very very long but I had to fangirl!! While I loved the ENTIRE drabble, these are def my fav moments. I just cannot wait till we and Steve discover her past - cannot wait for Steve to realize that someone hurt his baby girl and him to just regret treating her badly and to just get soo angry bcs whotf hurt his bby. I'm totally rambling srry.

Omg bestie I was smiling throughout reading this!!! Thank you so much for such an amazing and detailed review!!! 😍😍🥰🥰

so about omega’s past! we will find out in detail about it in part 5 of poyt but a lot of it is your basic absentee mom with several alcoholic boyfriends 😔😔😔 our girl has been through a lot!

Also no bc him saying “I’m right here” made ME swoon too as I wrote it! Like YES MY LOVE YOU ARE HERE! Sometimes I love him 🙃😌

Omg and about Steve tossing Steve Jr at omega when she’s whimpering and having nightmares… it’s only bc Steve himself can’t cuddle with her bc he has to go! So Steve Jr is the next best option bc he smells like Steve and it calms her down! ALSO YES STEVE EYELASH GAME VERY STRONG YES YES

Hehehe thank you sm bestie ily!🥺���

[lqfiles]

okay…. imessages games I AM SO HAPPY

also dw abt me spending too much time here, i was on a four days long weekend while i was active :3

also skating sounds REALLY cool i always wanted to try but in my town the place where people learn to skate is filled with weed and other drugs not to mention mean ppl so yea… also i am NOT skilled at volleyball 😭🙏🏻 well im kinda getting better now cause i started playing back in 2022 but after a game in another school some dudes were kinda molesting us and talking about our bodies so i got creeped out and stopped playing… and came back this year! i wanna be a libero this time, not a setter…

also the whole college stuff��? sounds complicated AF i would not survive. also you must be really smart to be in level 3 right? im sure you’re doing a great job now too !! <3

also IKR chenji sre like brothers like pls look at them….. jisung sees him as a role model and chenle can rely on him and they can have fun together BUT MARKMIN??? cutest

whenever someone mentions markmin i always remember that live where jaemin was messing around and mark says somethin like steve jobs sit down bc of his clothes… renaissance comedy perchance

i always write too much u need to tell me to shut up or otherwise i wont 🫤🫤 its REALLY cold here around the VII region in Chile idk abt the UK but TAKE CARE AND REST!!!!!

also im really serious about imessages games 🙂

- 🐣 anon <3

LOLL what is a better bonding experience than playing imessage games? NOTHING!

OH i don’t skate ANYMORE i used to as a child but i know my friends do. still, it can’t be worse than than england cos literally every street here smells like weed (even my school bathrooms.. just unclassy as hell) ALSO WHAT THE FUCK…. i hope you and the other girls are okay, ughhh men are so fucking insufferable, i’ll never understand why they’re so comfortable acting like that to women. i’m happy it didn’t fully ruin volleyball for you and even tho i have no clue what those positions are i hope you’ll get to be libero too ^^

trust me i’m not smart lolll i actually failed my maths exam the first time which is why i wasn’t allowed to immediately go to a level 3 lmao 😭 BUT WE UP NOW WE’RE DOING GOOD college is honestly not too complicated, the teachers help us (kinda) so it’s bearable.

OH EXACTLY EXACTLY see i do believe chenji are soulmates but their dynamic is not ALL THAT 😑 people just want to see them fuck that’s what’s going on.. markmin on the other hand 🥺🥺🥺 if you were to ask me to define markmin it would be that one huya live they did during helfu/hotsa era, jaemin was so clingy to mark and being a baby while also joking around and they were so cute together i think that was literally my markmin awakening.. THE STEVE JOBS JOKE WAS CRAZYY WHY DID HE VIOLATE JAEMIN LIKE THAT LMAOOO

its surprisingly been hot here lately, seems like the weather is preparing for summer lol i hope you stay warm tho <3 don’t catch a cold and don’t worry i like it when you guys ramble i can put my own input into stuff which i love so pls continue!

[forever-rogue]

oh my god nurse steve is the best thing ive heard. I feel like he’d be the sweetest especially to the kids who come in sick or injured. Okay but what if one day he has a bad day (loses a patient he was close to maybe) and he just crawls into your arm and cries bc he spends all his time taking care of other ppl that he needs someone to take care of him.

AN | I love Nurse Steve and I love that you all love Nurse Steve too🥺🥺 This one gets pretty emotional, so be prepared. This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language, Death Mention

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Nurse Steve, Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He’d been working long hours. He always worked long hours, but these had been even longer. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to only see each in passing on the days he was working his long shifts. Often it was only for a hello or goodbye, and a quick kiss. You could see that it was getting heavy and slowly draining him. You tell he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

But Steve - Steve with his pure heart of gold - never took anything out on you. He could have been experiencing the absolute worst day, ready to explode, but he’d never do so much as snap at you or raise his voice. You wished there was something you could do for him. All you could do was try your best to support him. You tried to do it through things like making sure his lunch, or dinner, or breakfast was always prepared, that he always had fresh coffee, that his scrubs were clean. It still never felt enough, but you were trying. For him you would always try.

You weren’t sure how much longer he could continue on at this pace before it all became too much. 

Unfortunately it all came to a head one late evening. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was late into the evening but you were still in bed, reading through a battered copy of Pride and Prejudice that you must’ve read a hundred times by now. You were vaguely aware of the front door opening, thinking nothing of it for a moment until you realized what you’d heard. Panic welled up as you jumped out of bed and tip-toed out into the hall to see what was going on. To your surprise, there was Steve, leaning against the door, a weary expression on his handsome face. 

“Stevie?” you asked softly, wasting no time in going over to him to see what was wrong. He looked up at you, dark circles on his red-rimmed eyes with a devastated expression on his face. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. You pulled him into your arms and held onto him tightly, wrapping him up in your arms and love. He clung onto you as tightly as possible, burrowing his face into your neck as he took a shaky breath in, “oh baby.”

You didn’t move, instead just holding him, rubbing his back in soothing patterns, softly whispering a few words of praise to him. At some point, he hadn’t been able to keep his emotions suppressed any longer, and he let it all out. He took a shuddering breath before the tears welled up and ran down his face. You felt them soak into your sweater - one that had belonged to him at some point - but none of it mattered. Your only concern was him; everything else was replaceable, but he was not. 

“My love,” you tenderly brushed your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, “I’ve got you, Steve. Let it all out.”

One of the things you’d learned early in your relationship with your nurse, was that you shouldn’t tell people that it was okay or you’re okay. Because sometimes things weren’t okay, sometimes people weren’t okay. And that was okay - it was okay not to be okay. And right now, you knew your husband was very not okay.

After a little bit, the tears lessened and his breathing evened out. You pulled back for just a moment, touching his ruddy cheek tenderly before brushing away the half-dried tears. He preened into your touch, and sniffled slightly as you looked at him with adoration, “‘m sorry.”

“No sorries,” you insisted softly, “there’s absolutely nothing to be sorry for, love. Please don’t ever apologize for how you’re feeling.”

“I…” he inhaled and exhaled slowly before nodding, “I love you. So fucking much.”

“I love you,” you took his face gently in your hands before pressing soft kisses all over his cheeks, “so very much, Steve.”

“I-I don’t know what I’d do if something ever-”

“Shh,” you gently put a finger to his lips, “let’s not focus on that either.” 

“Can you…I don’t….know.”

“You always take care of me so well, my love. You’ve helped through so many colds, a broken ankle, a dislocated elbow, and so many more things. Plus, you show me so much love every single day,” you reminded him and you saw the faintest bit of a smile tug up the corner of his mouth, “let me take of you, baby.”

“Please,” he nodded as every last little bit of his guard went down and he almost fell into your arms. You did your best to hold him, before slowly shuffling towards the bathroom. You flicked on the light and settled him on top of the toilet, before silently moving to run a bath, filling it with the bubbles that he loved but would never admit to. 

After making sure it was the perfect temperature, you turned to your husband and gently tugged at the hem of his top, taking it off once he silently obliged. Holding out your hand, you helped him to his feet before removing the rest of his clothing before he stepped into the bathtub. He settled down into the warm, softly scented water, closing his eyes as he rested against the cool tile. 

“I don’t know if a bath fixes or solves anything, but it always comforts me,” you mused as you sat on the floor next to the tub, leaning against the edge.

“Mammalian Diving Reflex,” he whispered as a small smile settled on his face, “it’s a biological response. Water comforts us from an evolutionary standpoint - from before we evolved to live on land.”

“Interesting,” you thought about what he said and nodded, “makes sense, even if I don’t understand all the nuances. Teaching me something new all the time, my love.”

“It’s helping,” he reached for your hand, which you eagerly offered him, threading your fingers together as he rested them at the edge of the tub, “you’re helping.”

“I’m always here for you,” you promised, “always, forever, whenever.”

“I know,” he nodded, blinking back a fresh wave of tears as he looked at the ceiling, “w-will you come in? With me?”

“Yes,” you agreed, “of course.”

You rose to your feet and slowly stripped off your pajamas, tossing them into the pile with his clothes. You took his proffered hand and slowly got into the water, sitting into between his long legs. You looked at him, looking at him softly and relaxed, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you took his hand and pressed a small kiss to his knuckles, “I love you, Steve, and I want to take care of you, just like you take care of me.”

“I’m so lucky you came into my life,” his hands settled on your waist as he pulled towards him, perching you on top of his thighs. He was craving closeness, wanting to feel your skin on his, the tender intimacy of being together.

“I came into your life because I’m a clumsy fool,” you grinned, “and you happened to be on duty. It was a happy twist of fate…even if it did take what felt like five hundred years for my ankle to get better.”

“We’d have met some other way,” he insisted firmly, affection lacing his tone, “I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah,” you nodded sweetly, “I like to think so too. You’re my soulmate, Steve Harrington. Now, will you let me take care of you? Wash your hair and body?”

“Yes,” his big brown eyes were so soft and tender as he shyly nodded, “I’d really like that.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You took your time to take care of Steve. You washed his hair, taking your time to make it more like a relaxing massage than anything else. You followed up with conditioner to keep his pretty head of hair nice and smooth. You scrubbed every inch of his skin with reverence, trying to strip away every last bad thought and moment of the day to create a renewed sense of stillness. 

When you were thoroughly satisfied with how clean he was, his cheeks fresh and pink, and eyes growing more tired, you dried him off and put him into a pair of clean pajama pants and sweater. You followed suit with your own pajamas and crawled into bed, motioning for him to join you. 

You normally took the place of the small spoon, but tonight you pulled him into your arms, cuddling him into your soft, pliant warm body. You kept your breathing steady and even as he rested his head on your chest, hoping it would lull him to rest. You were running a hand through his slightly damp locks, humming softly to soothe him.

Luckily, it felt like he was managing to relax. It was silent for some time, only the faint chirping singing of the nighttime insects and creatures floating into the room, a faint golden glow coming from the bedside table. You were wide awake and you’d remain wide awake all night if you had to in order to make sure he was taken care of and able to rest. 

He broke the silence after some time, tightening his grip on, grounding himself in your essence, “I was sent home tonight.”

You swallowed thickly, mind already reeling with possibilities; he’d never been asked to leave work before. You didn’t push him, didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but in the end he always told you what was going on, “I…I lost a patient today.”

“Oh,” you choked up almost immediately. You couldn’t even begin to fathom how that felt, how he felt. All you knew was that it would never, ever, be anything short of devastating.

“It was a child,” he confessed almost like it was some sort of sin that he needed to atone for you, “a girl, only seven.”

“Steve,” he’d sat up by now and was looking at you with glistening eyes and trembling lips, “oh, my love.”

“She was so young,” he sniffled, “so small. And I…I couldn’t…there was nothing we could do. But I tried so hard, I-I did everything I could and it still wasn’t enough.”

“Steve…” you touched his face, unsure of what to say. You weren’t sure if there was anything you could say to make it better, “I am so sorry that you had to go through that. I’m sorry to her family…I can’t even begin to imagine how you or they feel.”

“I didn’t do enough,” the tears rolled down his cheeks and all you could think to do was to wrap your arms around him and pull him tightly into your body, “it’s not fair. Why her?”

“Steve,” you couldn’t help but cry along with him, wishing you could take some of the emotion and burden off his shoulders and onto yours, “oh Steve. I know you, and I know you did everything you could.”

“But it wasn’t-”

“It wasn’t your fault, Steve,” you pressed a kiss to the side of his head, “I know that me saying that doesn’t help, and doesn’t make it better but it’s true. You do everything with your whole heart, and I know you’d never give up.”

“Her parents…the looks on their faces…I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much pain,” he clutched onto you like you were his lifeline, the only thing keeping him in check, “I’ve never…never had to…fuck.”

“Shhh,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “let it all out. Just let it go, you’re safe here.”

“Normally it’s…easier to compartmentalize and show push the feelings down, but today I couldn’t. It was just too much,” he rested his forehead on your shoulder, “I’ve never felt worse. I-I never want to feel like that again. It just…it hurts so bad. I just….I don’t even know.”

“I wish I could make it all better,” you whispered, “but I can’t. I don’t know if anyone can. I guess it’s going to take time. But, Steve, I am here for you. Always and however you need me, yeah?”

“I know,” he let out a shuddering breath and hugged onto him even tighter, “I love you so much. You really are my angel.”

“Steve,” you rocked him gently, doing your best to calm him down, “I love you more than life itself. There’s no quantifiable way to put it into words…endlessly. You’re going to get through this, and I’ll be right there by your side.”

“Okay,” he pulled back and nodded, his voice raspy and low, “will you…will you just hold me tonight?”

“Of course I will,” you promised, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips which he accepted with a soft sort of hunger, “always, my love. Always.”

[were-wolverine]

Please tell me your punk!Steve thoughts.

OH BOY I HAVE A LOT - besides what i’ll probably infodump abt here i have lowkey fleshed out an entire backstory for punk steve under the #punk steve au

(to summarize, steve decides to become a punk and rebel against his parents instead of doing what they want and being a jock)

he introduces punk culture to el and max and they adore it (el loves the pastel punk aesthetic)

he doesn’t use any of his parents money (but continues to live in their house bc he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go and doesn’t want to burden any of the multiple families that would take him in), is a lifeguard in the summer and takes odd jobs around fall and winter.

he goes to Indianapolis as often as possible and learns most of what he knows from Elder Punks he meets there. there’s a couple small punk/alt stores he always stops by and a few bars/clubs. everyone he meets loves him (and baby punks in general but they find it really cool that he comes from privilege yet decides to rebel against ideals that were made so he could succeed at the failure of others).

he’s also introduced to the queer community a lot earlier on, and realizes he’s mlm (i hc him as gay but i can also see him as bi) and there’s a bunch of Elder Gays who adopt him.

he’s pretty much the only punk in Hawkins, so he kinda gets a reputation. in his freshman year he mostly keeps to himself, doesn’t really dress the way he wants and just wants to make it through the year. sophomore year though, he befriends jonathan nancy and barb and starts dressing and acting the way he wants to. him and jonathan listen to music together and he helps out with will when joyce and jonathan need to work- which eventually leads to him meeting mike dustin and lucas and taking care of them too.

steve realizes he wants to be strong enough to protect the people he cares about, so him and jonathan train and work out together a bit. steve and nancy don’t date, but they’re best friends along with barb. i just need to see barb and steve as besties it would make me so happy. also nancy and barb are in love bc obviously.

halfway through sophomore year steve gets a job at the local mechanics (mechanic eddie this, mechanic eddie that, no! give me mechanic steve who has a special interest in cars! just look at his beemer! and like the sole decoration he has in his room is a photo of a car!)

SO. junior year. this is when he starts going to indianapolis a lot more frequently. he buys records and camera stuff for jonathan, and drawing supplies for will (he basically lives with the byers atp). he is a lot more sure of himself, wears combat boots and battle jackets, and is damn good at fighting (he worked really hard at it the summer before). if anyone harms the kids he will not hesitate to hit someone, and this becomes town-wide knowledge very quick.

when will disappears in november, steve is the first person joyce calls before karen. he joins the search parties, he goes to lonnie instead of jonathan (steve would rather die than make jonathan face his abuser again). basically he’s involved with the upside down shit from the start.

also, steve accidentally finds out about el when dustin and lucas do. he offers to have her stay at his house, mike is reluctant but agrees, and el immediately becomes steve’s new baby sister. steve still saves the day at the end of s1 with the demogorgon, but the fight with jonathan and all of that doesn’t happen.

i accidentally plotted the whole show with this au…

steve finds el s2 and actually fucking tells the Party instead of hiding it like hopper did. el just permanently lives at steve’s now.

oh yeah and barb doesn’t die so that’s a thing that changes s2 a lot. i lost track of where this was going so i’m gonna just drop hcs i have about punk steve

he paints his nails black, he has a few piercings, he doesn’t really like the feeling of makeup on his face but he puts on eyeliner occasionally, he lets his hair grow out more and has perfected the ‘messy bedhead that somehow looks good’ look, he has big combat books and uses lace code, he’s gay but says he would go straight for joan jett (me too tbh), he has a reputation of “don’t fuck with me or my kids” in Hawkins, he also lowkey converts robin into a punk but she’s more indie-alt like jonathan, he doesn’t play any instruments but has a great voice and perfect pitch, will and el help him make one of his favorite battle vests, will is very crafty and artistic so he helps steve with a lot of his stuff, he has a few tattoos, he can do cool lighter tricks lol, etc.

[bunniesnuggie]

~Eddie as a caregiver~

cg!eddie munson x little!(gn)reader

summary: general headcanons of our baby cow bf as our caregiver

some more cg! eddie headcanons because we all need it right now

as i said before eddie is very artsy and he will color with you

he has “grown up” dnd coloring books, but he totally lets you help him color them, he doesn’t care if you go outside the lines or use mismatched colors. his baby cakes made it :) he a special one that he uses just for himself

btw he calls you baby cakes

idk i saw it on this donut thing the other day and my brain was like - eddie -

always puts your comfort over his. always.

everyone talks about wearing is jacket, which is a given. but if you slip out in public while wearing platforms/heels/big people shoes etc. he’s slipping off his boots, pulling out extra socks and putting them on you

oh yeah he’s got a “baby bag” for you

just a little backpack of your choosing that you both switch between carrying. he carry’s it for you when you get tired of it 🫠 it’s small so it only holds the necessities; small stufffie, socks, stash away paci, and head phones for sensory reasons :)

heard someone say that he’s wear pink nail polish to match reader and y e s

his nails used to alway be black and chipping but now they always match yours or are color you picked. he also lets you draw little designs on them and god forbid someone says something about them

i will die on my eddie is protective hill

he almost never lets you out of his site in little space. he has to know where every bump, scrape and bruise come from. if you like me and you bruise easy or are super clumsy - poor boy, he’s wrapping you bubble wrap and strapping a hockey helmet on you 🫠

gets genuinely invested in your shows and movies

one of the reason why he such a good caregiver is he genuinely enjoys it, he enjoys taking care of you of course, but he also loves to play with you and hangout with you. so if you have no little friends it’s ok, eddie is kinda like a kid too :)

he does not care about the “gross” things that you and your body do

you got a runny nose? he’s lightly pinching the tip of it to wipe away the snot. drooling all over his shoulder because you passed out while cuddling? absolutely fine, his favorite thing. you have troubles with bladder control or anything? “angel look, they make the cute pull ups in your size”. if pull-ups or diapers aren’t your thing, he gets you special waterproof sheets and makes sure he always takes you potty before bed. he will wipe you and help you wash your hands. probably would ask to help change your period products if you use them. he . does. not . care

eddie loves to try to win you stuffies at the local fair, will spend hours trying and so much money he could’ve just bought you one

steve ends up trying the basketball one and winning you a huge stuffed dragon and eddie gets all butt hurt until you name it after his dnd character, after that he’s all :D “my baby named their dragon after me”

getting happy meals in his van

you always sit in the back, in a special seat that eddie decked out to feel like a car seat. it’s got little arm rests as well as cup holders and he somehow added extra belts to keep you super safe. he always drives safer with you regardless if you’re regressed or not.

loves when you take care of him in littlespace

one of his favorite memories is coming home after the events in the upside down and having you comfort and care for him so diligently (i have a small fic about this self plug ). or the rare occasion where he gets a cold and you go all doc mcstuffins on him. band aids everywhere, why bandaids for a cold? he doesn’t ask. thermometer that you don’t know how to read, blankeys, stuffies, and a stethoscope he has no idea came from. (should i make this a full story bc i can keep going 🙃)

A/N : i love headcanons so much because something so simple really makes the character more complex :) buuut i’m terrible at making them short and concise

also do we like the little scenarios with the headcanons or is just the idea / headcanon alone better???

ps: i’m working on like three fics / one shots i still don’t know the difference rn and then i’ll get the edited and out to you guys :) and as always just let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list!

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Stitches and Swimming (Steve Harrington x F!Plus! Reader)

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Needle & Thread

In the weeks since your first date with Steve Harrington, you realized there were a lot of things you didn’t know about him. The innocent crush you’d had on him in freshman year hadn’t ever gotten past the ‘staring longingly’ phase, and now that you were seeing him regularly, you were learning all of the little things you had wanted to know back then. You’d made a list in your head of the ones you expected the least, and found yourself adding to it pretty often.

One, Steve was a certified lifeguard.

You’d been on your third date, headed home for the evening when he pointed to the public swimming pool, empty in the dark, and like he couldn’t possibly contain himself, exclaimed “Did you know I’m a lifeguard?”

“Yeah?” you had been dozing, lazily staring out the window and listening to the tape he was playing, but his excitement stirred you, and you played along, sitting up and glancing at the pool as you drove past like somehow you’d be able to see him on the guard tower.

“Since 1983, baby. Certified and everything.” He was immensely proud of that fact, if the huge grin on his face was anything to go by, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The idea of Steve taking so much pride in something so small was absolutely adorable.

“Was it for the bikinis or the mouth to mouth resuscitation?” He looked away from the road just for a second to glance at you, his silhouette lit blue by the dashboard, his proud smile turning smug.

“Both. Hey, you wanna come swim in my pool later?” He was only half-joking, and you both knew it, but you rolled your eyes at him anyway, sinking into your seat with a low groan.

“That’s your master plan? Hope I drown in your pool?”

“Almost drown, Sweetheart. I’m gonna save you, obviously.”

“My hero.” he laughed at your monotone, grabbing your hand and messily interlocking your fingers.

“You can count on it.”

Two, He was an amazing babysitter.

You’d been half right when you’d assumed that Dustin, the teenager he was constantly driving around and hanging out with was probably his best friend. The other half that you hadn’t expected was the entire group of smart-ass 13 year olds that Steve led around like a mother hen, Dustin included. You hadn’t even directly met them yet, but their effect on Steve was immediately noticeable.

It was sweet, seeing how much he cared while trying so hard to pretend he didn’t; driving them around, keeping them safe and watching out for them. You told him as much one afternoon over the phone, after he dejectedly told you he and their party-really, it was more like they just needed adult supervision- already had plans after his shift, and he wouldn’t be able to see you.

“You should apply for Dad of the Year, Harrington. I think you’ve got a real shot.”

He snorted derisively. “If not now, I’ve got a hell of a lot of practice for later, right?” his voice dropped an octave, softer now. “I’m sorry. You know I’d cancel, but…”

“No way.” You dismissed him immediately, “Someone has to look out for those kids, right? I’m glad it’s you. Just do me a favor and get them home safe, and you too. Okay?”

“Yeah…Course. You know I will.” You didn’t comment on how his throat sounded closed with emotion, his tone sounding a million miles away, and neither did he. You didn’t know what to say.

And finally, Three. There was something going on in Hawkins, and Steve was involved.

You were finding that one out now, after a late night phone call from Steve had you speeding to his house, lugging your entire sewing kit into your passenger seat. He hadn’t given you too many details and you hadn’t asked, more focused on how broken and tired his voice sounded, and his terrifying questions.

“Sewing is exactly like stitches, right? For wounds?”

“Yeah, I guess…Steve, what’s going on?”

“Can you do me a really big favor, sweetheart?”

That was what led you here, slipping into the Harringtons backyard where Steve told you he would be. Steam was rising off of the heated pool, but he wasn’t in it, the water still and glass-like. You approached slowly, your kit hitting against your leg with every step, anxiety rising, and then you finally saw him.

Steve was sprawled on a pool lounge, eyes closed in picturesque relaxation, though he was covered in dirt and dried blood. There were makeshift bandages around his torso and arms, and the large, dried red stains knocked the air out of you. The lights illuminating the patio made him look pale and corpse-like as you kneeled next to him on the concrete, bearing the sting of hard pebbles in your knees to look up at him. You took one of his hands and he squeezed, telling you he knew you were there, letting you brush your lips feather-light over his split knuckles. He hissed, and the sound snapped a thread supporting your composure.

“Oh, Stevie…” it was more a whimper than anything, your eyes already blurring with unshed tears, and he responded instantly, your heartbroken voice spurring him to action again. He sat up and swung his legs over the lounge with great effort, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding when you could see his eyes again, tired but alert, alive. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye, and he leaned in close, reaching for you.

You let him help haul you onto the lounge next to him, wiping your face clumsily with his dirty hands before tracing his fingers down your neck, your shoulders, slow and gentle. You sniffled.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay.” Steve soothed his palms up and down your arms. “You should see the other guy.” He smiled, blood staining his teeth, and your stomach churned.

“How can you even joke right now?” You breathed, sadness and worry permeating through every word, and he closed his eyes again, smile dropping.

“Baby…” it was the first time he’d ever called you that in a serious way, but you were too upset to even notice, suddenly angry and desperate and hurt even as you fought to stay calm for him. Your tone betrayed at least some of it when you spoke, and his hands dropped from your shoulders.

“What happened, Steve?” His entire face twisted the moment you asked, eyes squeezing shut tighter and brows furrowing. He looked beautiful even now, if you ignored the harsh lights of the pool; caked in dirt and blood you weren’t sure was all his, his sweaty face tipped up to the stars. It tore your heart, leaving a raw edge.

“Not tonight. Please.” The desperation in his voice melted all of your righteous anger out of you.. “I…I can’t do this tonight. I promise you, soon, I’ll tell you everything. But not now.” His voice broke, and he dragged his hands through his hair, grabbing fistfuls.

Any other time, you would have pushed the issue; Instead, you breathed in deeply through your nose and leaned down, grabbing your sewing kit and setting it on your knees. Steve needed your support, and whatever the hell was going on, you’d give it to him, and anything else he wanted.

“We don’t have any way to knock you out.” you said softly, and you could feel him relax next to you as you dropped the subject. You bit back the acid in your throat.

Not tonight.

“S’okay. I can take it.” he shrugged, glancing to the patio doors behind you. “Let’s go to the kitchen. Cleaner in there.” you nodded, getting off the lounge and offering your hand to Steve. He took it, stumbling slightly as he stood, and your heart seized in worry. You took his arm in your own and helped him inside.

You’d never been to the Harringtons. King Steve’s wild parties weren’t really your scene, and you hadn’t been dating long enough that you’d felt comfortable just hanging out in his house. It was huge and nice, and you eyed the perfectly white countertops with trepidation as you laid out your supplies, Steve laying back on the kitchen island like a makeshift stretcher.

“Are your parents gonna, like, kill you if we get blood everywhere? Maybe we should go to the bathroom.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste and shook his head.

“We’ll clean up, they’re gone so damn much they’ll never notice. And there’s nowhere to lay down in the bathroom. Now patch me up, Doc.” he crossed his arms behind his head, closing his eyes and relaxing again while you got to work cutting the blood soaked wraps off and using a wet cloth to wipe away all the grime you could see. The kitchen was dead silent except for yours and Steve’s breathing, the sound of you scrubbing the cloth into his skin. The more dirt and caked blood you washed away, the more he looked like your Steve, although bone-tired and a little cut up, and you calmed.

He would be okay. You’ll make sure.

When he was as clean as he was going to get, you had him sit up for a second to take off the mud splattered vest he was wearing, tossing it somewhere behind you. You soaked a cotton ball with antiseptic, grabbing it with tweezers before turning back to him, settling between his thighs for a moment. He watched you carefully, studying your expression as you put your free hand on his knee, patting it.

“Lay down.” He didn’t argue, though you could tell he had something on his mind, just stretched out on the island again, groaning softly, and you assessed the real damage.

The gashes you assumed he wanted you to sew up were on his arms and torso, just where the largest amounts of blood had soaked into the bandages. The one on his arm was a relief; you knew you could superglue the cut back together, no sutures needed, and it would heal perfectly. The gashes on his torso were deep and ugly, like some animal had bitten chunks out of his hip, and you knew instantly they’d have to be stitched. They looked better clean, but they were still steadily oozing blood with no sign of stopping. The sight made you a little sick, but you just shook your head lightly and started cleaning the skin around the wounds. Occasionally, Steve would suck in a breath through his teeth, or grunt in discomfort, and you’d stop to coo and run your thumbs gently over his sides, desperate to ease his pain.

“Okay. I think we’re ready.” you took a deep breath, and Steve opened his eyes to watch you wash your hands and pull a box of latex gloves out of your sewing kit, putting on two pairs. His eyes went wide when you pulled the needle and nylon thread out of the bowl you’d been using to soak them in peroxide for the last 20 minutes, figuring that was about as sterile as it was going to get.

Jesus, I hope he doesn’t get an infection and die. I should have just dragged him to the hospital.

“That looks like a fishing line.” He said nervously, and you laughed despite yourself.

“It’s stronger, nylon. I think it’s close to what doctors use…” you trailed off, frowning, “this is really gonna hurt, Steve.” it would have hurt if you’d had all the right tools but no anesthesia, if you had actually been a doctor, even, but this was a total back alley operation here; you’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried about making everything worse.

“I know. I trust you.” His words were weak with emotion, but they hit you hard. “I swear I trust you.” He wasn’t just talking about the stitches anymore, opening his mouth with a rush of air, but you shushed him, putting a finger over his lips to stop him before he started. You’d promised him tonight, away from questions and answers, and you’d meant it.

He’s gonna have a hard enough time as is.

“I know you do.” you said firmly. He fully slumped against the table at your reassurance, shutting his eyes against the lights and the present.

You threaded the needle.

–

It was early morning by the time you finished.

Steve wasn’t dead, which felt like a rousing success considering you’d just played surgeon on his kitchen counter, but after he was already hurt, you’d pushed him to his absolute limit. Taking the slippery gloves off and washing his blood off of your wrists made you retch into the sink, his moans and screams ringing in your ears. He’d passed out a few times, and you’d cried at least once out of guilt, but it was over.

You turned to face him, pale, soaked in sweat and shaking. You’d brought heavy duty pain meds from your own house, something you’d gotten prescribed for a bad injury months ago; now you were both just waiting for them to kick in. your stomach knotted with regret as he groaned softly, and you reached out, gently threading your fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his damp forehead.

“M’sorry.” you said softly, voice cracking, “You did so good. I’m so sorry.”

He gritted his teeth, shaking his head imperceptibly. “No, you…” he huffed, like he didn’t have enough air to speak, “you…did good. Thank you…Sorry.” you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, pulling back and continuing to smooth his hair away from his face. It didn’t take much longer for the meds to kick in, and you waited until he was pretty out of it to get him up. You knew it would be painful, and you hoped he’d be tired and loose enough that it wouldn’t hurt so much to get to the couch.

There’s no way in hell he’s getting upstairs.

It took longer than you expected, he was heavy and breaks for him to catch his breath or moan in pain were frequent, but eventually he was settled under a thick blanket and sleeping like the dead. As tempted as you were to join him, you got to business wiping his blood off of the counters and floors, disinfecting everything you could and tossing what you couldn’t. You threw the denim vest into the washer, and the kitchen gleamed, no imprint left behind of the screaming man on the counters.

Your eyes burned from crying and exhaustion, but you forced yourself to go outside and wipe down the pool lounge you’d found him on, like scrubbing the blood off of anything he touched would make it all a horrible, confusing dream.

You didn’t sleep until the entire downstairs smelled like bleach. Steve didn’t stir at all the entire time, so you curled up on the loveseat opposite him, watching him and the sunrise with bleary eyes until you couldn’t keep them open anymore.

–

You woke up only a few hours later, suddenly too nervous to sleep. Steve still hadn’t moved, so you felt safe leaving long enough to go get groceries; you’d checked his fridge while you were cleaning, took one look at the number of frozen meals and leftover takeout, and decided you’d have to cook some real food for him when he woke up.

You sort of felt like a stalker, sneaking into his house from the backyard with a bunch of bags but the huge, empty house creeped you out, and you hoped cooking would fill some of the empty space. Imagining Steve here all the time, alone, made your chest ache.

He slept into the late evening, and you decided to just start on dinner; if he didn’t wake up, you could eat and save him the rest. As soon as you finished cooking, pulling out tupperware to put his portion into, you heard his soft voice drifting from the living room, calling your name. You flipped the burners and ran out of the kitchen.

His eyes were still closed, but his face was pinched, and he was clearly awake. He looked almost normal again, no longer paper-white and trembling in pain. You breathed out softly. “Hi, Stevie.”

“Hi, Angel.” He smiled briefly, but you could hear the strain in his voice, and he still didn’t open his eyes. Anxiously, you wondered if he was worse than before.

“How are you feeling? Need more meds?” He nodded, and you moved to the coffee table, grabbing the pills and bottle of water you’d set there. You pressed a tablet into his hand, and helped him drink down some water, tucking stray hairs behind his ears once he finished. He shifted slightly, letting out a groan, but looking far more relaxed.

“You're pretty good at this. Ever thought about being a nurse?”

“Steve, I’m pretty sure I almost killed you last night. Are you high?”

“No. Well, the pain meds…” he finally opened his eyes, meeting yours above him and giving you a goofy grin. The swelling on his face was already going down, but he was still puffy and bruised. He raised his eyebrows at you, and you rewarded him with a small smile.

“You’re so pretty.” You told him honestly, still running your fingers through his hair. He breathed a laugh through his nose, wincing in pain a second later.

“Wow, you sure know how to treat a guy who just got his ass kicked. Bet I look dead.” He sounded sarcastic, but you could see the warmth in his face. You shook your head, cupping his jaw tenderly in your palms.

“Nope. Just as gorgeous as ever.” He took in a sharp breath, closing his eyes as you kissed him fleetingly on his nose, his jaw, any bruise you could find that didn’t seem too sore, until he tilted his chin at just the right angle and caught your lips with his own. It was chaste, just a quick, sweet peck before he was pulling away with a satisfied grin that made an unexpected heat flare in your stomach. It was the first time he’d kissed you, and it wasn’t great; his lips were chapped, and he tasted like morning breath and the faint memory of blood, but it was Steve, so you chased him, kissing him again before finally pulling away and straightening up. The comfortable silence broke when his stomach growled. You grinned.

“Made you dinner, with real food. I’ll get you a plate.”

“God, you’re my dream girl.” you bit the inside of your cheek and turned your face away, waving off his compliments.

“I’m trying to feel less guilty about stabbing you with a needle.”

“I asked you to.”

“I know. And you owe me. So,” you trailed the tip of your index finger along his jaw, booping his nose and watching the dreamy smile spread slowly over his face while he stared up at you, “I bring you food, and you explain everything. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Measuring Tape

When you took the stitches out two weeks later, Steve told you he had a surprise for you.

You were a little worried, considering everything he had just ‘surprised’ you with recently; kids with superpowers and weird creatures from hell, Russian spies, shit man. It was insane, but you believed him; and you didn’t want anything to do with any super cool new lizard Dustin found.

He promised it had nothing to do with the Upside Down, so you agreed, and that Saturday he drove you up to Lovers Lake. Before you could make fun of him for trying to show you the make out spot he’d ‘invented’ himself as a surprise, he pulled a picnic blanket, a basket, and a small bouquet out of the trunk. You gasped, and you could already see him anticipating your reaction, eyebrows raised and expectant.

“For me?”

“No, for The Queen.” Smiling wide, you surged forward, taking the basket in one arm and the flowers in the other, stretching to kiss his cheek while he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning down slightly to make it easier.

“You’re such a dork, Harrington.”

“In that case, I’ll just take this back.” He moved to take the basket from you, and you clutched it to your chest protectively, glaring at him and ripping yourself from his arm.

“No! Can’t back out now; I wanna have a picnic, and you said I can always have what I want.” You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, and he choked, face turning red.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Sweetheart.” Looking down at the flowers in your hand and the man in front of you, you couldn’t help but disagree.

I think it’s the other way round.

—

Steve was a romantic, but he wasn’t a planner. Once you were both settled underneath a large tree, close enough to enjoy the sounds of the lake but hidden deep enough in the trees, you took it upon yourself to unpack the lunch Steve had brought, pulling out a six pack of beer and two sandwiches. You turned to him, one of your hands still in the basket, digging around for anything else.

“Quite the spread you got here.” You laughed, and he scooted closer, joining in. He put his hand into the basket, brushing yours for a second before grabbing two small plastic containers.

“You missed something.” He set them both on the blanket, eyeing you proudly and grabbing a beer. “There we go. Meal fit for a king.”

“Applesauce.” you didn’t have to say anything more.

“Okay, so I’m not the best at this stuff. Sue me.” He didn’t even seem the least bit embarrassed, nudging his knee with yours and taking a swig out of his bottle. Rolling your eyes, you kept searching the bottom of the basket before turning to Steve in confusion.

“Did you pack spoons?” The blank stare he gave you was enough of an answer, and you burst into giggles again, watching as he frustratedly put them away. “S’okay Steve, at least we have sandwiches and beer.”

“The most important food groups.” nodding sagely, he handed you a bottle and clinked it against his own lightly.

“Cheers. To not dying?”

Steve hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were side by side on the blanket, squishing together. Your mind went haywire, suddenly all too aware of how big you were and just how much of you touched him. How much his fingers sank into your sides. “To my amazing, beautiful personal nurse.”

But you were a million miles away and frozen ridgid next to him, suddenly shattered. Sometimes it was so easy to forget, especially with Steve, but then one tiny thing would take you back, spiraling into a web of shame and self-loathing. The static cleared for a second when he cupped your face, his concerned eyes swimming to the surface of your mind.

“Sweetheart?”

He wasn’t smiling anymore, his lips pursed in worry, scanning your face for a clue. You forced yourself to speak, lead in your chest.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?” You meant it to come out teasingly, but it wasn’t anything more than a choked whisper, and you watched Steve’s expression as his heart broke. It made you feel worse. It melted into determination a second later, and before you could stop him he was gripping one of your thighs and dragging you into his lap while you squealed.

“Steve!” You gasped, and he grinned cheekily, adjusting himself before diving in for a kiss. It was messy and quick, the sudden rush of cold air leaving you light-headed when he pulled back a few inches, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I think…” He hummed, squeezing your thighs before running his palms roughly up your sides, tracing the curves of your torso clumsily in his hurry, “that you’re the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on.” your breath caught, and tears welled up in your eyes even as you shoved him away slightly.

“That’s such a line.”

“Just the truth, honey. Call it like I see it.” Honey. Oh, that was new. The domesticity of it felt good, and already your doubts were receding, just a little. Steve kissed you again, just a soft peck at the corner of your lips before he whispered, “Come swim with me?”

“In the lake?” you fully pulled away, staring at him incredulously. He was dead serious, if his face was anything to go by.

“I mean, we’re here…”

“I didn’t bring a suit.” his honeyed eyes sparkled with mirth and heat, hands still roaming your soft sides while he spoke.

“That’s funny, me neither. I’m sure we could find a really good way around that.” He was eyeing the gauzy white dress you were wearing like he was already imagining it slung over a tree branch.

“I’m pretty sure skinny dipping has an implied meaning…” he stopped his hands cold on your thighs, frowning, and you bit your lip, embarrassed that you had let such a petty comment through; Steve had never made you feel unwanted, far from it, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“It means skin, and I’d love to see a lot more of yours.” his fingers played with the hem of your dress, dragging against the flesh just underneath, teasing and light. Breath catching and stomach flipping, you chewed on your bottom lip, Steve watching with rapt attention, brown eyes half-lidded and adoring. “C’mon, gorgeous. 10 minutes.”

Steve made it hard to feel self-conscious around him, especially when he was all over you like this, begging for a glimpse under your clothes. But still you shook your head, a smile starting to crack your somber face. He saw it, his own 100 watts bright as he realized it was working.

“I don’t wanna swim naked, Steve. Like, in general. What if someone came up here?” You defended, and he pulled you even closer in his lap, starting to press kisses all over your face.

“They’d get to see the hottest babe in the world having fun?” You laughed again, resistance flooding out of you as he held you even tighter. You were stomach to stomach now, something that probably would have given you heart palpitations in high school, but you took a deep breath and brought your arms around his neck. “Anyone would be lucky to even catch a glimpse, ‘n I get your pretty body all to myself? Feels like I won the jackpot. I’m not joking.”

“I know you’re not.”

When you nuzzled closer, Steve knew he’d won in his own way, even if you didn’t end up going swimming. That didn’t mean he had to stop trying to bribe you, though. He mouthed at your jaw, moving up quickly to nibble on your earlobe, with one finger hooked into the puff sleeve of your dress, dragging it tantalizingly slowly down your shoulder. His lips traced a path from your throat to the skin he’d exposed, and you sighed softly, threading your fingers through his hair and closing your eyes.

“Stevie…”

“Mm, little busy here baby.” His indulgent words were muffled against your skin and you giggled, squirming underneath him. You felt him laugh more than you heard it, pressed so close the deep vibrations of his chest echoed in yours. “You know, I’d have to stop if-”

“Shut up. I’m not going swimming with you.” groaning, he dug his teeth into your shoulder playfully, ripping a sudden gasp from you, eyes fluttering open in shock; Steve whipped his head up to lock gazes with you, an almost predatory grin splitting his face open.

“You like that?” murmuring heatedly, his hands trailed up and down your plush sides, occasionally moving low enough to grab handfuls of your thighs and leaving fire in their wake. How he expected you to respond with his hands all over you, mouth on your throat, you had no idea. Your brain was mush, senses both overwhelmed and desperate for more. Before you could even string two words together his mouth was on yours, more commanding this time, teeth and tongue and desperate breathing; While he had you distracted with his attention, he’d rucked your dress up to the tops of your thighs, lovingly tracing the stretch marks on the back of them.

Steve broke the kiss far earlier than you would have wanted, a little out of breath but still clearly on a mission, and you whined, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck to keep him close. With his eyes still closed and forehead now resting on your shoulder, he said, “So is that still a no on the skinny dipping, or…”

“You know, Lovers Lake is probably so gross. Imagine how many condoms and used needles are in there.” you wrinkled your nose, mood totally ruined; Steve seemed to agree.

“Wow, that’s sexy. You’re really getting me going here.” he pulled your dress back down your thighs neatly, though that didn’t stop him from immediately shoving his hands under the hem again, like he just couldn’t resist touching the skin underneath.

“You’re welcome.” He huffed against your skin, but you could feel his smile as he pressed a final open-mouthed kiss to your collar, tilting his head back a little to stare at you.

“What?”

He shook his head slowly, dark brown eyes never leaving your face, doe-eyed and soft. You stared back, studying the way his soft lashes framed his eyes, the beauty marks scattered all over his tanned skin, a thatch of dark chest hair peeking out from his unbuttoned polo; The green light dappling through the leaves scattered over his face casting him in a gold and emerald glow. Steve, totally oblivious to his effect on you, leaned towards you, tilting his head and looking at you through his thick lashes, wisps of hair falling forward and into his eyes.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, voice heavy. He was clearly waiting for a cue, a go ahead to kiss you again; you initiated instead, moving against him like you were trying to taste every bit of him before clumsily moving off his lap. He nearly growled in complaint, a rumble of displeasure coming from deep in his chest as he grasped at your hips, and you laughed into his mouth before breaking the searing kiss and standing up, legs shaky. He joined you a second after, steadying hand on your back as you wobbled; you shot him a grateful smile.

That every shitty guy I dealt with has been worth it.

“I’m thinking that you have a pool, and I have a bikini.” You said suggestively, and the hand on the small of your back moved to wrap around your side.

Astonished, Steve asked, “You do? Why didn’t I know this?”

“Why would you know? No one does.” Except for Claire, who had forced you to buy the damn thing at the mall, insisting that you might need it someday. Add that to the list of things you should thank her for, and would if she wasn’t always so smug about it.

“But I would have wanted to see. C’mon, we’re burning daylight, I wanna get a good view!” You laughed, Steve hustling to the car with the basket in one hand and the picnic blanket in the other. His hand didn’t leave your thigh once the entire drive home.

Made With Love

“I have a present for you.”

Steve was just showing up at your house for movie night, barely starting to take his shoes off in the entrance when you blurted it, unable to contain the excitement any longer. You’d been working on it in secret for months; since your third date, if you were honest, and finally you’d finished it the day before he was coming over.

“That’s a pretty good hello.” without missing a beat, he stepped forward and wrapped you up in a bear hug, and you instantly relaxed into him like you were always meant to be there. You crushed your face into his chest and inhaled the scent of his cologne, a hint of his sweat underneath melding with it into a smell that was uniquely him.

‘Hi.”

“Hey, Honey.” You felt him kiss the crown of your head before he pulled back a little, taking your face in his hands and pulling you away from his chest to brush his lips over yours. He gave you his typical winning smirk. “You got me a gift?”

“Correction, I made you a gift.” his hold on your jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, and his mischievous face broke open with affection and uncertainty.

“You didn’t have to.” he whispered, like he was surprised that you’d even considered doing more than the bare minimum for him; you wondered how often he got gifts from anyone at all.

Dating him, you realized that Steve hadn’t ever had someone to do things just because they cared about him, or wanted to see him smile; there were tiny strings attached to every kind of love Steve had known, except for Dustin and the other kids, and even then it wasn’t the same. They adored him, even if they didn’t want to admit it, but he was the mentor, the giver, and it both touched and saddened you that Steve gave them something he’d never had himself, from his parents or anyone else.

You were determined to give that to him, in whatever ways you could, so you just smiled and said, sweet as you could, “I wanted to.”

“Fuck. You know I-” he cut himself off quickly, turning red, “-thank you. Really, it means a lot.” His voice was hoarse like he was already fighting off tears and you nodded so you didn’t push him, kissing his cheek and returning to the bags he’d stepped in with while he stood frozen in the archway.

“So, what movies did you bring?”

It took 10 minutes and a lot of whining from him, but you made sure everything was set up for movie night before you brought the gift to Steve, no matter how eager he was. You’d wanted it to be casual; there was no anniversary or anything important going on, you’d just wanted to do something nice for him and you didn’t want him to feel like it was a big deal.

The point seemed moot when you passed him the white gift box and he was practically vibrating off the couch with barely contained excitement. Within seconds he tore off the lid and threw it aside, shushing you when you snickered at him.

Being able to watch his face shift as he realized what was in the box, like clouds breaking in the sky to reveal the sun, was more than enough payment for all of the work you’d put in for this moment.

“You’re serious?” he looked from the box back to you, then back to the box before pulling out the contents and holding it up to see it fully. You’d thought about making him a scarf, so he didn’t have to lie about needing one anymore, but you’d wanted to give him something he’d actually wear; plus, you had a promise to keep.

“I told you you’d be wearing one of my jackets one day, babe.” you reminded him, grin splitting your face open while he twisted it all around, looking at it from every angle, mouth gaping open in shock. It was a relatively simple looking windbreaker, navy and white and fitted to his measurements; you’d had to steal quite a few jackets until you’d gotten the fit you needed, but it was clearly worth it when Steve was staring at it like you’d handed him a fallen star. You’d even taken the time to sew in your own label to really make it yours, as well as his.

“You made this? For me?” You couldn’t identify the emotion in his voice, tight and strained, but you nodded, placing a kiss on his cheek; he didn’t look away for a second, putting the coat down in his lap and running his hands over the sleeves, like he couldn’t quite believe it was real.

“Just for you.” You confirmed, and he took one hand off of the jacket to pull you in by the waist, still without looking. You snuggled into his side, adding, “Made with love.” without thinking. Steve finally turned to look at you, eyes shiny with tears, clutching the jacket in his fist; your breath caught, and you instinctively reached up to cradle his jaw, tracing lines between his beauty marks with your fingers. He took a deep, shuddery breath and closed his eyes.

“Made with love, huh? You love me?” Despite his cocky phrasing, Steve’s voice shook slightly with fear, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and you instantly knew why; Nancy and Steve were on good terms now, but you’d heard enough to piece together a few of the ways they’d hurt each other. He’d never told you much about the breakup, but you knew she was drunk, and angry, and said some things that had stayed with him ever since, no matter how badly you tried to wash it away.

“Of course I do.” You responded like there was never any doubt at all, and there wasn’t; You knew the moment you’d spoken it was true, it had been since your first date, draping you in a jacket he brought just for you, pulling you close at your door without any motives and promising he’d always give you what you wanted. He hadn’t broken that promise yet, and you doubted he ever would. You swiped your thumb under his eye, catching a single stray tear, and he gave you a sheepish grin.

“Thank you.” he murmured, pulling you closer to his side and inclining his chin to meet your mouth with his own; He tasted like chapstick-probably one he stole from you-and you could feel a flicker of fire in your stomach when he parted your lips with his tongue, gentle but insistent, running his hands through your hair and delicately over your arms and back like he was reveling in it. He pulled you onto him suddenly, swinging one of your legs over his so you could straddle his lap without breaking the kiss, the jacket crushed between you both as you pressed together, desperate to be as close as possible.

When you finally pulled yourself away, turning your head quickly so he couldn’t chase your lips, Steve whined. He looked amazing, lips red and slightly shiny with spit, parted just a bit so he could gasp for air, hair mussed from your hands, eyes wide and bright and so obviously in love it made you ache, toes curling in your socks. His eyelids fluttered for a second, like he was getting his bearings, and then he was smiling dopily at you, hugging you against his chest and pressing heated kisses along your jaw and down the curve of your throat, humming against you.

“Fuck. Love you so much, pretty girl. Just been waiting to hear you say it, you wouldn’t believe how long I waited. Worth every second.” he babbled against your skin adoringly, his teeth gently scraping your neck and tickling you; you giggled, pressing your face into his shoulder out of embarrassment, letting him trail his hands up your back soothingly. “Don’t get all embarrassed, I’m trying to be cute here.”

“You are being cute, that’s why I’m embarrassed!”

He laughed, shaking his head slightly. The mood shifted from playful to serious in the silence, and he started again. “Seriously, thank you. It’s-I… no one has ever done something like this for me.” He admitted, and you pulled away to look at him again- his eyes were downcast, staring into his lap where the jacket was crumpled between your stomachs. You scooted back a little and pulled it out from between you two, laying it neatly on the couch cushion next to you. He watched you silently before continuing, “I know I say that a lot, but it’s true, yknow?”

“I know.” You didn’t elaborate, and neither did he.

“I really do love you.” He clarified, and your chest swelled with pride; you had no idea what you’d done to deserve Steve, but you thanked whatever cosmic fate pushed him into your store for this moment, looking down at his honey-sweet smile while he professed his love on your parents couch. “We should elope.”

“Give me time to make the dress, okay?” you teased, and he leaned up to meet you again, laughing against your lips, starting to smile so big you couldn’t keep kissing him. You both settled again, resting your head on his shoulder while he traced patterns down your curves. “I love you too, Stevie.” you sighed, voice thick with emotion, and he pressed his cheek against your head, curling inwards so you could press yourself even close against him- you did, greedily.

“I know.” He repeated, voice was firm and solid, no trace left of the doubt from before, and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone in response.

“Good.” you followed his eyes back to the jacket next to you both, and you smiled a little. “You really like it?”

“I love it, baby.” He grabbed it, quickly throwing it over his shoulders and settling his hands on your hips, relaxing back into the couch. “How’s it look? As good as you dreamed?”

“Even better. I’m gonna have to start filling your wardrobe.” He visibly perked up at the idea and you giggled, brushing the tip of your nose against his and giving him another quick, sloppy kiss before clumsily climbing off of his lap to start the movie despite his protests.

You returned, settling yourself back into his lap without even thinking, and he sighed happily, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you. You’d never thought you’d be comfortable enough with someone to be this close, but Steve made it so easy; it was shocking how wanted he made you feel with just a few touches.

Without looking away from the screen you reached back and rested your hand on his cheek, running your thumb over the apple of it and murmuring “Thank you, Stevie.” You knew you didn’t have to say what for; Steve always knew when it came to you.

“Nothing to be thankful for,” He breathed into your ear, kissing the skin just behind it. You felt his smirk, and then he mumbled “So are you gonna make me that scarf, or…?”

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! do you know that tiktok trend where the girl asks her bf if he can temporarily break up with her so she can be heartbroken when she listens to olivia rodrigo’s new album and the bf always says no? could you do that but with peter and avenger!reader? i don’t really know how the avengers play into that but i trust you to think of something great. love your work babes <3

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey fren, tysm <3 i do know that trend, and it always warms my darn heart. you probably meant for this to be a headcanon but halfway through i realised that i was writing full sentences, so i just rolled with it bc i have no self-control lol enjoy x

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Peter, I need you to break up with me.”

Not a moment later, you heard a series of loud crashes and Peter stumbled out of the bathroom, hopping on one leg while fiddling with his zipper. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wild as they scanned your face.

“I need you to break up with me,” you repeated calmly, not taking your eyes off your laptop.

“Break up with you?” Peter echoed, hand raking through his hair in bewilderment. “Why would I do that? Do you want to break up?”

This made you look up. Peter was staring at you like you had just insulted his face, making it quite an effort to stay serious. “It’s just for 34 minutes and 46 seconds,” you assured. “So I can listen to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album.”

He blinked at you.

“What?”

“Please?” You set your laptop aside, shuffling to the end of the bed so you were sitting right in front of him. “I want to listen to it in full effect with a broken heart and everything.”

“I…” Peter slowly shook his head. A helpless laugh escaped him. “Um, no. Thank you.” He turned and made to return to the bathroom.

“Peter,” you whined and grabbed for his hand, pulling him to a halt.

“Sorry, angel.” He shrugged, supressing the faint tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Nope.”

You pouted. “We can break up when you train with Bucky! In that way you won’t even notice because you’ll be busy and distracted. I won’t even be on your mind.” You weren’t sure what you had said that made Peter stare at you like you were insane, but it took him a second to snap out of it.

He cupped your face with his hands and made sure to meet your eyes. “Babe, I think about you all the time.” He said it like it was a wish he wanted to word correctly. Slow and precise. Then he switched to a lighter tone that implied that he was done with the conversation. “I’m not breaking up with you.” With that he turned and left for the bathroom.

“Fine,” you called back although the water was already running and you doubted that Peter could hear you. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. You took that as your cue to leave. Defeated, you plucked your headphones into your phone and picked out a song of Olivia’s album at random.

Steve was lounging on the couch of the common room when you entered. He looked up from his magazine and gave you a small smile by way of greeting. You returned it by tapping two fingers at your temple in salute, ignoring the way how his stare lingered a little longer. You sat down next to him. When you locked eyes again, you saw the silent question on his face and let out a laugh. It ended up sounding more like a delightful scoff.

“I know Tony takes pride in being the philanthropist amongst us, but for someone who grew up in the ice age, you’re really good at reading people’s faces.” You wanted to annoy Steve, maybe even coax out a laugh, but he just kept looking at you, and you held his gaze. You were good at it—an aftereffect of living with Bucky who happened to love the same yoghurt as you did. Sometimes you put all western movies to shame with the way you narrowed your eyes at each other early in the morning in front of the fridge.

To your luck, Steve was just as stubborn, which meant that you two could’ve kept it going until death if it weren’t for the door banging open.

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” A voice boomed. You took a wild guess and assumed it was Clint.

“Tell me about it!” Another voice bellowed right back.

A second later, Sam and Clint marched into the room, furious, whereas Bucky strolled in behind them with no care in the world.

The former two were holding bags of food. Both were animated and waving their arms through the air while arguing. You turned down the volume of your phone in time to hear Steve demand, “What’s going on?”

Clint and Sam stared daggers at Bucky until Steve amended, “Buck, what did you do?”

The man in question turned around, facing his best friend in exasperation. “I asked these two to get food for me.” This earned him a snarl. Bucky waved them off and examined his metal arm, unconcerned. “Honestly, I have no idea why they’re getting so worked up about it.”

“We—” Sam gestured wildly between Clint and himself. “—were asked to pick up food for him from two different places. And neither of us knew about it!”

“Yes, neither of us knew,” Clint chimed in, eyes narrowing at Bucky who was busy flicking dust off his arm. “And I don’t know about you, Sam, but I was touched. I was moved, okay? Because Bucky never asks for anything and here I was, thinking we’re starting to bond or whatever but now I just feel USED.”

Sam gave a harsh sound in agreement.

“Bucky,” said Steve after no one had anything to add. “What do you have to say to that?”

Your gaze flitted between them, not sure what to expect. Bucky didn’t give any sign of wanting to respond, making you wonder if he had heard Cap at all. But then a slow smile swept over his lips and you noted that it was probably the most feline smile you’d ever seen. It was a smile storybook villains wore after burning down the world.

“The only thing I have to say is that I regret not having the moment they ran into each other in the elevator on video tape, because that—” He turned and looked Sam and Clint straight in the eye. “—was amazing.”

No one spoke.

“Ruthless,” you said under your breath and just like marionettes, the four men glanced you before another argument broke.

You took the chance to turn the volume back up. “happier” was playing and you settled further into the couch to watch the scene unfold. Sam was arguing so passionately that the vein on his neck was making an impressive appearance. Clint, on the other hand, had a palm pressed flat to his chest; his face showing pure betrayal. Bucky didn’t seem to care for the chaos. He tried multiple times to grab for the bags only for one of them to move out of his reach. When you glanced at Steve, you nearly lost it.

He was staring at them like his lifespan had just been reduced to ten years. He looked like he wanted to throw pebbles after them.

Nudging him with your arm, you silently handed him one of your earphones. He glanced at you and hesitated, probably thinking of the many times you had offered him a taste of blaring electronic music. You rolled your eyes and insisted again. This time, Steve took it and you watched in amusement as his brows rose in surprise.

“I like the piano,” he mouthed and glimpsed at the name of the song. You grinned.

In the meantime, Clint and Sam had decided to form an alliance. They had planted themselves in the opposite couch, digging into the contents of the brown bags while Bucky gawked at them from the other side of the room with his mouth ajar and heart ripped out of his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, he let himself fall into the armchair facing them. He looked devastated. You weren’t sure if you had to stifle a laugh or tears.

Next to you, Steve chocked back a laugh. You quirked an eyebrow and considered him only to realise the reason behind his glee. Bucky was brooding in his seat while Sam and Clint did an excellence job on commenting every bite. Nothing has ever received as much praise as that pasta, and you were certain that if this were a cartoon, there would be rain clouds hovering above Bucky’s head. As if the angels had set it up themselves, you took notice of the lyrics.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

Bucky was pouting, poking the leather of his armchair with his finger while stealing glances at Sam and Clint. It was perfect. Steve slapped a hand on his chest and he tipped his head back, laughing.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You were both laughing hysterically. The others had stopped their on-going war to stare at the two of you; their expressions baffled. The song came to an end and Steve gave back your earphone, rubbing his eye as if wiping away a tear. He rose and walked over to Bucky, hurling him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, Buck,” Steve said with a note of laughter in his voice. “There’s a song I need to show you.” You smiled as you watched them leave.

“Well, this was fun.” You pushed yourself off the couch and shook your head as Sam offered you some of his sushi. “Thanks, but I’m on a mission to get heartbroken.”

Leaving the men to their food, you wandered the halls and listened to “traitor” as you walked past Wanda’s room. Her door was open and you could see that Vision was in the middle of a chess game with Bruce and Wanda. By the looks of it, Vision was as good as winning and you reined the urge to cheer for him. You peaked around the door frame and saw that Vision had their king in check. Deep betrayal crossed Wanda’s face.

You chuckled quietly and whispered, “FRIDAY, play what I’m listening to right now through the speakers in Wanda’s room.” FRIDAY didn’t bother to respond but not a second later, the lyrics were blasting through her room and their heads snapped up in confusion.

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

“Wanda?“ You heard Vision’s careful voice. “What is going on?”

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor

“I’m not sure, but these lyrics aren’t wrong…You are a traitor.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, slowly bobbing her head to the music. Treason danced in her eyes. It was the beginning of a villain origin story.

“Maybe it’s a sign of God,” Bruce said and you almost burst out laughing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

“Hell yeah!” Wanda yelled and this time you bolted down the hallway, wheezing. You dashed right into Tony’s lab and slammed the door.

“What are you on?” He looked up in amusement. You simply shook your head, laughter still bubbling over your lips.

“Just spreading love in this facility.” You waved your hand at nothing in particular and Tony nodded.

“Right, I heard you asked Peter to break up with you to listen to that one album? Very dramatic. I like it.”

“See.” You gestured at him, indicating that he was the only one who got it. “It’s a good album. Maybe you should ask Pepper to divorce you.”

Tony gave a humourless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think she would come back if I asked her.”

“Yikes,” you mumbled and this time Tony’s laughed for real.

“So what? You’ve just been walking around waiting for heartbreak?” He turned back to whatever he was working on. You stepped closer to get a peek.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds tiring.”

“I’m powered by exhaustion” You handed him the wrench he needed. “Want a listen? I think there’s a song you might like.”

He contemplated the offer and lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Sure, why not.” You couldn’t help but squeal. You knew that Tony probably didn’t care but sharing your music was always exciting.

Beaming, you removed your headphones and connected your phone to the speakers of Tony’s lab. The first tunes of “good 4 u” started playing and Tony tapped his foot to the beat, head bobbing just slightly. When the chorus hit, he stood up and you stepped back, thinking he wanted to headbang. Instead, he reached for a tool that was further away. You didn’t miss the way he moved his shoulders in a little dance move though.

“I like this one,” he said, and you flashed him a smile. You continued working on the suit, handing Tony things you knew he needed until you passed him a plier and he froze. You furrowed your brows, glanced at the tool you knew was the right one, and cocked your head in silent question.

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Looking you straight in the eyes, he flung the plier over his shoulder, opened a drawer, and took out another plier to use on his suit. You gasped.

“How dare you,” you whispered in shock. Tony had the nerve to shrug.

“Enjoy your little heartbreak moment, Y/N.” He shooed you away like a cat. “FRIDAY, yank up the volume, would you.”

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was drowned out by the booming music. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching in amusement as you and Tony towered on the lab tables, using screwdrivers as provisional microphones. While Tony played a terrific air guitar, you sank dramatically to your knees and impressed the crowd with your air drumming skills.

“Guys?” Peter tried again, chuckling. This time you and Tony whipped around at the same time and pointed straight at Peter.

Like a damn sociopath

You threw your arms up in the air and spun in circles while Tony jumped into quite an impressive split leap.

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom

Just over the fact that I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

The song came to an end, and you leapt on Tony’s table to share a screwdriver with him as you sang the last lyrics together.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

The song ended and all you could hear was heavy breathing. Peter began to clap. “This was great, you guys. Wow.”

You exchanged glances with Tony before making a show of bowing at the waist.

“So this is what happens when I refuse to break up with you?” Peter strolled over to where you sat on the lab table, positioning himself between your legs. Tony chuckled and jumped off to grab a water bottle from across the room.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that,” you said, just for the devil of it.

Peter smiled. “Cap and Bucky are crying over a song, Vision is sending Wanda flowers in ten-minute intervals, and you are down here having a rock concert with Tony.”

You gave him a toothy grin. “I was just feeling sour.”

* * *

stay hydrated pals

[toomanybandstocare]

SOOOOOO LETS TALK ABT MECHANIC! EDDIE WITH NURSE/DOCTOR STEVE X READER🤭

You being sick so Steve calls out and babies you constantly getting you anything you need, taking your temp, keeping track of your symptoms to make sure it’s not serious.

Then you have Eddie who calls out because he doesn’t wanna leave you to just Steve so he’s constantly trying to do anything to help. Giving you baths,bringing you water,helping you get dressed.

STOP WHAT, TORI WHEN- HHHHHHH

poor thing, you try to keep quiet and take care of it yourself bc you don't want to bother your boys but also because you know all hell will let loose. and bless your tired lil soul, you manage p well bc the boys are already off to work by the time you wake up. they think you just needed extra sleep after the long night you shared together, so they take no note of it.

but when your lips take on a vague purple hue and your skin dulls to a sickly shade, you know it's not just a cold. heat flashes followed by stinging cold front wrack your body and prevent you from leaving bed. searing throbs of pain hammer in your head. your hand shakes trying to reach for the table side phone and sniffles break against your cracked, pouted lips.

"Hi, precious. You know the rules about calling at work," Steve lightly scolds but panic pricks his senses awake at the sound of your distraught voice. "Help- please, I know. I promise it's not nothing. I just- can't move. Everything hurts." He's in tunnel focus now, the only concern is getting to his baby at whatever cost. Bargaining whatever night shift exchanges and weekend shifts to get someone to agree to cover him so short notice.

Relief momentarily washes over you as you make your next call. The sounds of clanging metal and shouts over the receiver makes you wince and tears well in your eyes. "What's up, Sweetheart? Everything okay?" Eddie's smiling into the phone but when you whimper a little, "No, daddy", he's done. Calling out to Wayne that something's wrong and he has to head home.

two very different approaches of helping you get better, but exactly what you need. you just want your boys home.

[rachaelswrites]

Shyness

Bucky Barnes x Daughter!reader, Steve Rogers x Child!reader

Word Count: 1,837

Requested By: Anonymous

Ok so I was thinking if you could write something where baby Barnes reader is very shy and only likes to be around Bucky and doesn’t talk much bc of hydra and Bucky had to go on a mission or something and asked Steve to watch her or something and Barnes reader slowly takes a liking to him and stuff

A/N: Reader is about 3 or 4 years old

Even before HYDRA had gotten their hands on you, you were a shy baby. You never left your dad’s side and when people talked to you, your dad always had to answer for you, even around Steve you were shy, your dad’s best friend. 

After HYDRA and after you two were rescued, you barely spoke a word, even to your dad. Bruce assured him that it would just take some time for you to be back to your normal shyness and he was mostly right. 

You became more and more talkative with your dad again but around the rest of the Avengers, you were silent. Sometimes you’d say a “please” or “thank you” but Bucky did most of the talking for you. He hoped you’d outgrow being shy soon. 

Bucky didn’t go on missions very often and when he did, they were short ones, lasting a day at the most. You weren’t close with any of the other Avengers and Bucky didn’t want to push you when it came to that kind of stuff. The mission he was leaving for now was going to last at least two days and he was still trying to think of who to leave you with. He decided on Steve, someone who’s known you longer than anyone else. Steve knew you when you were a baby but even then you didn’t speak to him. You certainly weren’t going to now. 

~~~~~

Bucky made sure everything you would need was out for Steve to find easier. He didn’t want to disturb your routine too much so he told Steve he could stay in his and your room at the compound. Bucky hoped that a familiar environment might help you open up to Steve more. 

Bucky was finishing up packing when there was a knock on the door before Steve entered. You were in the main area of the tiny apartment when he entered and when you saw him, you avoided his gaze and went back to your toys. 

“Buck are you in here?” Steve asked. He knew better than to talk to you when you were feeling shy. He wouldn’t get very far even if he did. 

“Yeah,” he responded, stepping out of his room. He spotted you in the corner of the room, not paying attention to Steve, “Hey Y/n, did you see Uncle Steve was here? Do you wanna say hi?”

You looked to your dad, who gave you a reassuring nod before you turned to Steve and waved shyly, “Hi,” you mumbled. You were used to your dad trying to get you to talk to people. 

“Hi,” Steve said as he waved back. 

“So I have everything you two are going to need. Most of her things are in her room but if you can’t find something you can ask her. She knows where everything is. Right babydoll?” he asked, looking over at you. 

You nodded. 

“Okay then,” Bucky said, grabbing his duffel bag. You recognized that that was the bag your dad always took when he left so you stood up from the ground to say goodbye. When you made your way to him, he picked you up and placed you on his hip. 

“You leave?” you asked. 

Bucky nodded, “Just for two days. Steve will be here to take care of you.”

You looked over at Steve and he smiled. You shrunk back into your dad and hid your face in his neck, “Y/n,” Bucky said gently, “Steve won’t hurt you okay? He’s a good guy and one of my closest friends. I promise he won’t hurt you,” he kissed you on the forehead before setting you back down on the ground, “If you have any problems, just call me,” he said to Steve. 

“Will do,” Steve hugged Bucky and watched him leave the room and close the door behind him. Steve then turned back to you, seeing you already back on the floor and playing with your toys again. He decided to give you space for now and find something to keep himself occupied until you needed him. 

~~~~~

It was nearing your normal lunch time and you were getting hungry. Most of the time Bucky would already be carrying you into the kitchen so you could help make it but you didn’t want to do that with Steve. You would rather not ask him for lunch but you could hear your stomach growling and knew that meant you had to eat. 

You made your way over to Steve, who was sitting on the couch reading, and tapped him on the arm.

“Hey Y/n, do you need something?” he asked, setting the book down so his focus was on you. 

You nodded and pointed to your stomach. 

“Are you hungry?” he asked. He looked over to the clock that was on the nearby table, “I can see why. It’s past twelve already,” he stood up from the couch and walked towards the door. He noticed you weren’t following him, “Do you want to come with me? I know you always help Bucky.”

You paused for a moment before slowly following Steve, from a distance, out the room and into the kitchen. You climbed onto one of the stools at the kitchen island as Steve stood at the counter, “Do you know what you want?”

You pointed to the cabinet next to Steve so he opened it. Once you spotted what you wanted, you pointed to it. Steve couldn’t exactly tell what you were pointing at, “You want spaghetti?” he asked but you shook your head. He looked again, “You want the cookies? I don’t think Bucky wants you eating those for lunch.”

You shook your head, “No. Mac and cheese,” you said quietly, pointing directly at the blue box in the cabinet.

Steve nodded and pulled the box out and read over the directions, ‘Do you want to help me with it? It’s okay if you don’t.”

“Can I?” you asked quietly. You enjoyed helping your dad and Steve seemed nice enough so you figured you should give him a shot. 

“Of course you can,” he pulled up the small step stool that Tony had made for you up to the counter before making sure you were on it. 

While making lunch, Steve managed to make small talk with you. It wasn’t much but he could tell you were warming up to him. 

~~~~~

After lunch, you stayed in the main common room of the compound. You spent most of the afternoon coloring as the other Avengers came in and out. They always smiled and waved at you but they never expected an answer back. Steve was sitting behind you on the couch while you sat on the floor in front of him at the coffee table. He was talking to Sam as he walked by when he felt a tug on his pant leg. 

He looked down to see you, holding up a crayon and a blank piece of paper, “Color?”

“You want me to color with you?” he asked. 

You nodded and shoved the two objects at him. He chuckled before sliding off the couch and sat next to you, filling his own page with doodles. 

A few minutes later, you slid your paper in front of him and pointed to it, “You and папа*,” you said, looking up at him, “He talks ‘bout you.”

“He does, does he?” Steve asked and you nodded. 

“For you,” you said. 

“Thank you Y/n. I love it,” he said, picking it up, “All artists sign their work. Do you want to sign it for me?”

You nodded and took the paper from him and grabbed one of the crayons from the table. You wrote your name as best as you could where Steve had shown you and gave it back to him.

~~~~~

Everyone who was at the compound that night got together for a movie night. Since you were going to be in attendance, Tony made sure all movies were kid-friendly (he didn’t want a lecture from either Steve or Bucky about inappropriate movie choices) and that there were enough snacks and drinks for everyone. 

Steve made sure you had something to eat and drink and that you had enough blankets and pillows before he let anyone press play on the first movie. He had already changed you into your pajamas, knowing you would fall asleep sometime during a movie. 

He was right. Right after the second movie started, he felt you start to inch closer and closer to him. You had started off a few feet away from him on the couch but now, you were snuggling up to his arm and using him as a pillow. He knew from watching you with Bucky that when you were tired, you got clingy and cuddly, “Do you want to go to bed now?” he asked you quietly so he didn’t disturb anyone. 

You rubbed your eyes and nodded so Steve stood up from the couch and waited for you to follow. When you didn’t immediately get up from the couch, he turned around to see you, with your arms out, clearly wanting him to carry you. He carefully picked you up from the couch making sure your blanket and stuffed animal you brought from your room were with you. He carried you from the common room and back to you and Bucky’s room and into your room. He had already done your nightly routine so all he had to do was tuck you in. 

He pulled back your covers and then laid you down on the bed, tucking your stuffed animal under your arm before covering you with all your blankets. He turned on the small night light that was next to your bed before turning back to you, “Do you need anything else?”

“Can you wead to me?” you asked him. 

“Sure,” Steve went over to your bookshelf and started scanning over the titles of the books, “Is there a specific one you want?”

“Can you tell me one?” you asked shyly. You didn’t know if you overstepped but from the small smile that formed on Steve’s face, it didn’t seem like you did. 

He walked back over to your bed and sat down on the edge but you scooted over and patted the space next to you. He got up and moved over to the spot next to you before laying down next to you. You cuddled into Steve’s side as he wrapped an arm around you protectively. He was so glad that you had taken a liking to him so quickly. He was almost positive that it would take a lot more time for you to feel this comfortable around him but he wasn't going to complain. 

Steve had only gotten a few minutes into his story before he looked over at you and saw you fast asleep next to him. You had somehow managed to hold onto his arm tightly, making him unable to get up and sleep in his own bed. 

*papa

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I’m working on a fic of this but…

Thinking abt how Steve and Robin were absolutely trauma bonded codependent after everything in star court, like sleep in the same bed to make sure the other is breathing for the first 6 months after codependent. Can’t be apart for longer than a few hours codependent. Steve drives Robin everywhere to make sure she’s safe, that’s why he never realized she had no license. Because he just insisted on it.

But like, after season 4 the whole party is so fucking wrecked they kinda all start sleeping at Steve’s house too.

All the mattresses (Steve’s, his parents, the guest rooms) get dragged into the den. They end up buying a couple air mattresses too. Someone’s sprawled out on the couch too.

El and Lucas have to be cuddling to sleep, theyre so lost without their max. And when max is out, she is in the middle of the spoon train. (Lucas is the big, el is the little, usually max is face to face with el too). Max is constantly being babied too. Doted on. Checked on. Not just her partners, either. Everyone is so worried about her, all the time.

Steve will freak the absolute fuck out if he wakes up and Eddie isn’t beside him, holding him or being held by him, and if he can’t see Robin on the mattress beside them. That’s his sister, and that’s his soulmate. He needs them there with him.

Dustin who full on hyperventilated the day Eddie woke up early to make breakfast and he woke up and couldn’t find Eddie in the giant mattress pile. Eddie was so apologetic and looked like a guilty puppy, apologizing to Dustin and Steve all day.

Nancy keeps waking up with a gasp checking for Mike, for Will, for Jon and Steve, and Robin calms her down every time, because she remembers what it was like to wake up screaming and need Steve to hold her and let her cry and calm her down. She does all the same things Steve did for her.

Jonathan and argyle aren’t especially too traumatized, but Jonathan sure as hell likes knowing will and el are where they belong, safe, and here. So he can protect them. Argyle just needs somewhere in Hawkins to crash, and this is as good as place as any. His boyfriends here after all. It would be kinda weird to crash with joy and hop right now after all.

Will can get a little spooked about someone taking el away again, and his fears of Vecna coming back for him are bone deep, it’s nice to be surrounded by his family and friends.

Sure joyce and hop aren’t thrilled that their kids who they busted their ass to get home to opt to sleep here every night, but all things considered they’re gonna give them a break. They’re safe, they’re with people who love them. There are bigger hills. Ike figuring out what the fuck is happening between El and Lucas and max. Bc hop is so lost.

Every night is this big family sleep over, part of Steve loves it, part of him hates that this is a pain these kids have to bare. He knows one day he’ll look back on these days fondly- the full house, the love, that one day they’ll all laugh more again, that the kids will start sleeping at their own homes, and his hallow halls will be empty once again. No moire chatter and giggles. But he plans on finding his way into a certain metal heads trailer when that time comes.

The older kids take care of eveyones wound dressings. Specifically, Jonathan, Steve and Nancy. They’re so gentle and attentive, making sure Everyone’s clean, safe and avoiding infection. Bonus points for Steve kissing Eddie’s new bandages every Damn time he changes them. Nancy and Jonathan both being incredibly neurotic about making sure Els okay. El holding the bag of frozen peas to Lucas’ black eye for him. When it comes to Steve’s wounds he insists he’s fine, that he’s here to take care of everyone else, but he always gives in when Jonathan starts threatening violence.

There’s always a few trash cans lined with plastic bags in the living room in case someone’s panic attack makes them puke. There’s no shame in it, he and Robin went through it, it happens. No shame. In fact Steve’s the first one up to hold someone’s hair back and rub their back if he hears wrenching.

At some point robin and Steve start bringing home movies for the gang to watch at night- either super light Disney movies, nothing that makes anyone cry/has any dead parents, or super goofy comedies like bill murry shit, muppets movies, shit like that.

Steve toasts up the blankets every night. The way El grins every time she snuggles up in them is priceless.

Steve walks through the house every morning like a human alarm clock yelling at everyone to take their meds. Pain killers, inhalers, antibiotics, get em while they’re hot

They’re all so attached to eachother, so reliant on each-others presence.

One time the harringtons finally come home for once. They can’t find their keys, they have to knock. When Steve opens the door, early morning bleary eyed he’s got Eddie clinging to his back like a koala. Steve’s shortness and covered in (‘bitchin’) demo bat scars, and it’s all a shock to take inZ

Steve is shocked to see them, they are shocked at whatever the fuck they’re looking at. They walk in the door, there in the living room are about a dozen teenagers having a cuddle pile sleepover in their living room.

They just leave and decide to come back later because what the fuck.

So many thoughts