#THEY GAVE STEVE A FUCKING COMPLEX
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theshippirate22 · 1 year ago
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every now and then i get hit with the idea of what might happen if Joyce found out about the sins of s1&2 jonathan
#she would lose her shit#WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU TOOK PICTURES OF THEM HAVING SEX????#WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNEW THEY WERE TOGETHER AND SLEPT WITH HER ANYWAY???#things would go down in the byers house that night#nancy wouldn’t be excluded from the yelling either because she was the cheater and HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS#meanwhile steve is like please it’s fine it’s just me i deserved it#and she about gives herself whiplash to turn around and tell him that’s bullshit and he absolutely didn’t deserve it and#WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE SAY THAT#and then nancy would get all like sheepish and just leave and steve would end up with like an edible arrangement and shit a few days later#meanwhile jonathan is getting SCREAMED AT#she pulls out the i Am sO dIsApPoInTeD iN yOu#Will!!1!1!#i swear to good if you EVER do this to a someone you’re gonna regret it!#THEY GAVE STEVE A FUCKING COMPLEX#steve is like i can hear you i’m right here#sorry sweetie you know i’m right though#then she turns to argyle and eddie who have been sitting there the whole time#YOU TWO#argyle screams a little bit and eddie chokes out yes ma’am#(never forget this is the woman that punched a politician and took an ax to her own walls okay she’s CRAZY)#YOU TWO TAKE STEVE HOME. WAIT NO TAKE HIM TO BASKIN ROBBINS THEN TAKE HIM HOME#*angrily pulls cash from her wallet and hands it to them*#STEVE I LOVE YOU YOURE VERY IMPORTANT TO ME PLEASE COME TO DINNER ON THURSDAY#argyle mumbled good luck to jonathan on the way out and jonathan is like please don’t leave me here alone 😭😭😭😭
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kennahjune · 1 year ago
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HEAR ME OUT?? Please—
I LOVE love LOve when like, in fics, Steve has this really weird talent or interest that nobody knows about or like nobody expects but then oddly enough it sort of fits him.
And just like— it opens up so much possibility for character projection.
My favorite is writer Steve but I’ve been growing increasingly obsessed with Steve who’s hyper fixation is snakes.
The image in my head is like— everyone’s hanging out at the trailer park for one reason or another, and they hear Robin fucking /screech/.
Everyone’s on their feet in a split second, worry and confusion and deep dread forcing the way into the forefront of their minds.
Turns out: it was a snake. A really small one at that.
Eddie and Wayne offer to take it and dispose of it, the two of them having done this various other times with the other snakes people find in the trailer park.
But Steve pushes to the front of the group yelling and scolding.
“No absolutely not!”
Eddie shares a look with Nancy, both chalking it up to Steve’s hero complex acting up and him trying to protect them from the potentially dangerous critter.
“Look, Stevie—“
“You are not going to kill that little sweetheart!”
Eddie paused, shared a confused furrow of brows with Nancy and Robin, and turned to face Steve fully.
“Stevie, baby, that’s a snake.”
Steve stood with his hands on his hips, a determined glint in his eye, and nodded. “No I thought it was a squirrel.”
Eddie sighed loudly. “Then what do we do with it?”
“Well not fucking kill it for starters! It’s harmless. Aren’t you baby?”
Eddie and everyone else watched Steve step up to the snake that was hanging from the trailer’s side door. “Um, Steve what’re you doing?”
Steve ignored them completely and simply plucked the snake from its place on the door. From somewhere beside Eddie Robin squeaked in horror and Will groaned while Lucas gave a violent shudder.
“Such a small baby aren’t ya?” Steve cooed at the little snake wrapped around his hand.
“Steve— that’s a snake,” Nancy said warily, eyeing said snake like it killed her mother. “A potentially dangerous snake.”
Steve scoffed while the snake lifted the front of its body to peer at him. “She’s not dangerous, she’s a goddamn rat snake. They’re harmless.”
Just as he said it, the snake turned its head and not his finger. Where Steve didn’t even blink, everyone else freaked.
Eddie and Robin rushed over to him, Eddie immediately taking a look at his hand but keeping his hands away from the snake. Robin kept her distance but rambled about rabies or whatever.
Steve huffed and laughed quietly. “Guys, seriously. It’s a rat snake, they’re completely and utterly harmless to humans. They have such a small amount of venom it doesn’t bother humans. And besides, this little baby’s so small she couldn’t even break the skin.”
He was right, there was no sign of breakage or even redness on Steve’s hand where he was bitten.
Eddie looked at his boyfriend a little in awe and even more in love.
Jesus Christ.
Dustin and Mike walked slowly over to Steve, each asking to hold the snake.
Steve held it out gently, Dustin taking it first and holding it delicately in his hands. When he passed it over to Mike, the snake wrapped itself around his hands and a bit up his arms. Eddie was a little in shock at the giggle the younger Wheeler let out.
Dustin, Mike and Steve sat on the trailer’s side steps and held the snake together, going back and forth about random animal topics that Eddie couldn’t be bothered to remember.
When he asked later, Will and Lucas were delighted to explain that the entire reason Dustin was allowed to join The Party was because in 4th grade he brought Mike a frog he found. Lucas explained that Mike and Dustin had both gone through and extensive reptile and amphibian phase in elementary school and still held onto some of that obsession.
From then on, whenever anyone in the trailer park found any form of snake or rodent that they wanted gone, they called Steve.
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saveyoursunshine · 7 months ago
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i love when artists explicitly write/draw eddie and steve with very noticeable, maybe even deforming scars. i love when they dont fail to mention the repercussions the things they've been through have left on their bodies. because yes, we talk a lot about ptsd and horrible nightmares and all the psychoemotional issues, but we should totally talk more about the physical side of it.
eddie with a scar on his jaw that tugs when he smiles and aches after a long effusive rant. having to use mobility aides like a crutch or a walking stick because the muscles on his leg never fully recovered and the scars on his abdomen hurt if he tries to tighten his core too hard.
steve with awful migranes and early onset hearing loss and complex vision problems and slight trouble breathing because his head/face got fucked up one too many times. the scars on his back that got infected because no one gave them notice, that are now scars that twinge when he moves his arms and hurt after a day of running around with the kids. the scars on his abdomen that restrict his range of motion. that raspiness in his voice that never went away after a bat tried to crush his windpipe.
i don't know where i'm going with this i just... we constantly recognize their heroic deeds, but i think it's also important to remember that they are not heroes. they are just teenagers who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. they were doomed by the narrative, literally cannon fodder, and their bodies tell the history of that, and of how they're still here despite it all.
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hollyseb · 8 months ago
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I DO
Mob! Bucky x Reader - Forced Marriage AU
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Warnings: swearing, violence, misogyny?, sexual content (MINORS DNI)
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Summary; Bucky, a member of the mob, and the daughter of his enemy find themselves entangled in a complex relationship.
No fucking way.
Your throat tightened. The reflection in the mirror portrayed a stranger—pale complexion, vacant eyes.
“You look beautiful,” Nat reassured you, placing her steady hands on your bare shoulders, but you’d never felt so appalled. She was trying to comfort you but fell on deaf ears.
Your gaze dropped to the dress. It fits you perfectly, especially with your hair trailing down your back.
You wanted to rip it all off.
“Nat”, your voice meek, tears threatening to fall.
"I'll be by your side through it all, and if that mystery man dares to step out of line, well, a broken nose wouldn't hurt," she attempted a smile, but it faltered. Your best friend gave your shoulders a final squeeze.
Today is your wedding day.
As you found out yesterday. Yesterday. You seethed, manicured hands clenching.
“How could this happen to me, Nat?”, you asked through gritted teeth, the reality of the situation setting in.
Nat's gaze softened, her eyes filled with a sadness you couldn't bear to meet. "We both know why," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, the truth of her words like a knife to your heart. Your father's illicit dealings had finally caught up with you, dragging you into a web of deceit and manipulation from which there seemed to be no escape.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could I be so naive?
And so, you became a pawn in your father’s game. An object to be bought, owned and sold off at will.
It was all a show of power. You cross me, and I’ll rob your daughter of the rest of her life. You were nothing more than collateral damage.
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As Bucky adjusted his tie in the mirror, the reflection staring back at him was that of a man with a steely resolve, a predator poised to strike. His jaw clenched with determination, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
“One last drink before you’re hitched?” Steve smirked, pushing a whiskey into his best friend's hand.
Bucky sent him a sharp look. “Come on Steve, you act like I'm not the one calling the shots here”, the glint in his eyes portraying a confidence that bordered on arrogance.
In a swift motion, he downed the alcohol and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His throat burned. He lavished the feeling.
“Marrying a woman you’ve never even seen?” Steve's grin widened, his tone holding a hint of scepticism.
Bucky dragged a hand down his face. “All part of the game, my friend” he responded cryptically, a flicker of anticipation glimmering in his eyes.
“You never know, pal, she might be a knockout”, Steve teased, a veiled reassurance towards his friend.
”Yeah. Fat fucking chance, as long as Pierce knows I can take everything he holds dear, I’m a happy man”
With a nod of agreement, Steve raised his glass in a silent salute. "I'll drink to that," he said.
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Deep breaths.
You felt nauseous.
You stepped into the aisle, honing your vision on the figure standing by the altar. He had his back to you but, he was tall, broad and masculine.
Ripping your eyes from the man and planting them on your feet. Just make it down the aisle without tipping over.
Bucky turned to face you. Holy shit. His surprise was palpable. He wasn’t expecting this. You knocked the breath from his lungs. You looked beautiful. Your dress moulded perfectly to your body, skin glowing. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
You felt a cool hand press against the small of your back.
“Hey”, a deep voice whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
A response far too casual for the situation at hand.
His hand moved to your waist, guiding you to face him and look at him. Fuck him. You knew this was a stupid, stubborn attempt to maintain some form of control, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
That was until he placed a finger under your chin, his touch surprisingly gentle. Oh. He is gorgeous. Sculpted face, baby blue eyes, pink lips. His touch was far too gentle for someone so evil.
“H-hi”, you stammered, your voice portraying the nervousness you felt.
Bucky’s smirk only widened at your response, as if he found amusement in your discomfort. It was infuriating. He was drinking in your wide eyes and aloof expression. You were so innocent. He almost felt bad for inviting you into his world. Almost.
He wanted to devour you.
”Well…aren’t you a sweet little thing”, his finger tilted your head back as he unashamedly raked his eyes over your features, with an almost predatory hunger.
You forced a sweet smile, concealing the disgust you felt at his patronising comment, “get your fucking hands off of me”, you retorted sharply.
Bucky’s smirk faltered for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his features, before being replaced by amusement again. “Such a filthy mouth for a pretty girl… I’ll sort that out for you”, he replied, his grip on your chin tightening.
You snarled at him, resisting the urge to clock him in his cocky face.
It was almost humorous, the way the interaction looked like a loving husband whispering sweet nothings to his wife, when it couldn’t be further from the truth.
The vows went by in a blur, all words sounding muted and unreal, until the time came to kiss the man you met half an hour ago.
Bucky couldn’t look anymore gleeful, revelling in your discomfort.
“Come on honey, I promise I’m a fantastic kisser”, he taunted, arrogance in his smirk.
You opened your mouth for a retort, but his lips landed on yours before you could protest. You hated how he was so gentle, caressing your cheek while his tongue ran across your bottom lip.
Damn it, he is a fantastic kisser.
Pulling away, you forced yourself to compose, concealing the turmoil within. He was so gentle, as if he was afraid you’d break in two at his kiss. Bucky’s touch held a power over you. You despised it, but it was overwhelming.
The reception blurred into a whirlwind of congratulatory embraces and forced smiles. Every glance from Bucky sent shivers down your spine. He was everywhere. A hand on the small of your back, an arm draped across your waist.
As the night wore on, you found yourself cornered by Bucky, his presence suffocating. His whispered promises of a future together sounded more like threats, each word tightening the knot of discomfort in your stomach.
“Is it time for that broken nose yet?” Nat whispered into your ear as you snorted at her comment, your first genuine smile all day.
“I’m ready whenever you are”, you replied, before taking her into an embrace. Her presence was a lifeline in the chaos of this ceremony.
Even after your moment of solace with Nat, Bucky's presence loomed like a dark cloud. His eyes followed your every move, logging everybody you spoke to, as he watched with an adverse gaze.
Unable to bear his suffocating presence any longer, you slipped away from the crowd, seeking refuge in the quiet solitude of the garden.
The cool night air enveloped you, offering a brief respite from the whirlwind wedding. Sitting on the wooden bench, you closed your eyes, simply focusing on breathing, before being unsurprisingly interrupted.
With a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, Bucky leaned against the stone wall, the faint glow of a cigarette illuminating his features in the darkness.
"You shouldn't be out here alone," he said, his voice low and gravelly, tinged with a hint of his streetwise charm.
"Yeah? Well, I’m fine," you replied curtly, refusing to show any vulnerability in his presence.
Bucky's smirk widened, the glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Sure you are," he said, his tone teasing. "But just in case you need a hand getting rid of any unwanted guests, you know what to say."
“Nobody’s watching here, you know? You don’t need to keep up this facade”, you replied, more angrily than you’d expected.
Bucky’s expression darkened at your accusation, a flicker of hurt crossing his features. “Facade? Come on, darlin’ you know me better than that”
”Do I?”, your voice echoed, not ready to submit to him.
He took a step closer, his movements fluid and deliberate. "Yeah, you do," he replied, his tone edgier now, devoid of its earlier teasing edge. "You think I’m doing this all for me?"
You found yourself unable to make eye contact with the mobster, “I think this is a game… where I’m being used as a pawn”, you confessed, a sadness in your voice.
Bucky was taken aback by your raw vulnerability. He lifted your chin with his forefinger, as he did in the ceremony, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were a cocktail of remorse and sincerity.
“A game? I won’t lie, doll, I’ve done things that I’m not proud of”, he swallowed hard, grappling with the actions that had led to this moment, “but I wouldn’t drag you into this twisted world simply to be a pawn”.
You fought internally, unsure of what to believe.
Bucky stepped back slightly, his eyes raking over your features as his finger drew an arc over your jaw. "I know this ain't the ideal situation for either of us," he began, his voice softer now, tinged with a hint of regret. "But we're in this together now."
Your features softened and you let yourself relax into his gentle touch. The voice in your head stressing about how dangerous this man was began to quieten. You needed this comfort.
"I want you to know," Bucky continued, his words measured yet genuine, "that I ain't gonna let anyone hurt you. Not while I'm around."
"Thank you," you murmured, the weight of the day's events finally beginning to lift from your shoulders. "I appreciate that."
Bucky offered you a small, understanding smile before gesturing toward the door leading back to the reception hall. "Come on," he said gently, "let's get back inside.”
Bucky flicked his cigarette into the darkness, the ember glowing brightly before fading into nothingness.
As the night wore on, the exhaustion of the day's events began to weigh heavily on you.
“You ready to call it a night?” Bucky asked, sweeping a stray hair behind your ear.
His eyes were fixated on yours until you replied with a simple nod.
You began saying your farewells to the guests, making sure to hug Nat especially hard. You eyed Bucky as he seemed to be having an enthralling conversation with a man you recalled being introduced to as Steve. You made a mental note to ask him about his friend.
You let Bucky guide you into his mansion, down the large halls, to the bridal suite. Everything was gorgeous, sophisticated and modern.
You hadn’t let your mind trail to what your wedding night would bring, you found yourself wondering whether he’d even stay in the same wing as you.
As you and Bucky stepped into the dimly lit room, the air was hot with anticipation, charged with the unspoken tension between you.
As you turned to face him, ready to bid him goodnight and retreat to your separate quarters, Bucky's gaze met yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, a rawness that took you by surprise.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" His voice was low, almost hesitant, betraying the confident facade he often wore. There was a hint of uncertainty in his words, a vulnerability that made your heartache.
It was a bold move, really, you both knew it. For a request you were so sure you would’ve declined earlier in the day, you found yourself taken aback.
“Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. "Yes, you can stay."
As the door clicked shut behind Bucky, you felt anticipation in the air. His gaze lingered on you, his eyes tracing the contours of your figure with a certain hunger.
“Let me take off that wedding dress," he murmured, his words laced with desire. His eyes bore into yours, daring you to resist him, daring you to deny the attraction that pulsed between you.
Your head was spinning, the way he bounced between sincerity and domination.
For a brief moment, you hesitated, the thought of shedding the symbol of your forced marriage felt like an admission of defeat, surrendering to the forces that had brought you to this moment.
The primal hunger in Bucky’s eyes convinced you, with a hesitant nod, you faced your back to him and pulled your hair over your shoulder.
Bucky’s fingers delicately worked the fastens on your dress, his gaze transfixed on your back. You felt yourself becoming conscious, truly realising for the first time that this man was going to see you at your most vulnerable.
Sensing your apprehension, the air shifted, “you’re doing great, sweetheart”, he murmured, “Tonight, it’s just you and me”.
You eased at his words, as the fabric pooled at your feet in a cascade of silk and lace.
With a tender smile, Bucky reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek with a feather-light touch. “God, you’re beautiful”, he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
His words warmed you from the inside out. There was something more than desire in his gaze. It ignited a fire in you that threatened to consume everything in its path.
In the dim light of the room, you could see the raw hunger in Bucky's eyes, the longing that burned like a fire deep within his soul. But beneath the hardened exterior, there was a vulnerability—a longing for connection, for intimacy.
You doubted he was some sort of blushing virgin, especially with the stunt he pulled at the altar, but it was hard to believe he looked at other women like this.
“W-will you… are you going to…”, you faltered, not quite knowing how to ask him the question.
”Going to what, doll?”
“You know… it’s an arranged marriage. Are you planning to…see other women?”, you ventured, your voice hesitant, uncertain of how to broach the topic.
Bucky's gaze softened as he sensed the gravity of your words, his expression shifting from one of intensity to one of attentiveness. He reached out, gently grasping your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.
“I understand why you might have doubts, especially given the circumstances," he began, his voice calm and reassuring. "But I want you to know that I take this marriage seriously. This isn’t a game to me. You’re my wife".
His words carried a weight of sincerity that eased some of the tension in your chest. "I won't deny that my past may have been... adventurous," he continued with a wry smile, "but when it comes to you, I'm all in. I won't be seeing other women. You have my word."
“O-okay”, a small smile playing on your lips.
“And just so we’re clear”, he added, a playful glint in his eye, “you’re not allowed to see other men either”.
You rolled your eyes at that, your smile widening.
Bucky's eyes softened as they landed on your lips, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his own. "You've got a beautiful smile, you know," he remarked, his tone unexpectedly sincere.
As you met his gaze once more, you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with a warmth that mirrored your own.
“Thank you," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, feeling the electricity between you intensify with each passing moment. The hunger in his eyes mirrored your own.
With a boldness you didn't know you possessed, you reach out to him, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as you draw him closer. The air crackles with tension as your lips meet in a searing kiss, passion and need colliding in a heady rush of sensation.
His hands pulled on your hips, desperate to get you impossibly closer. Your head was spinning.
Bucky gently walked you to the bed, falling onto the sheets when your calves knocked the frame. He ate up the gasp that escaped from your lips hungrily.
“Fuck. I want to devour you”, he murmured against your lips, before taking your bottom one between his teeth. You could only gasp in response as he rolled it.
Bucky’s hands grabbed your wrists, gently placing them above your head. A stark contrast between his gentleness and dominance. His lips trailed down the curve of your neck, nipping and tucking, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
You arched against him, a soft “B-Bucky” escaping your lips.
Bucky released a guttural moan as you bucked your hips into the muscular thigh positioned between your legs.
”Easy, sweetheart”, he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “I don’t want to overwhelm you”.
Bucky's hands trembled slightly as he fought to restrain his desire, the urge to lose himself in the moment almost overwhelming. His breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to control the primal urges that threatened to consume him.
His hands, which had been so commanding just moments before, now moved with a feather-light touch.
"I need to slow down," he muttered, more to himself than to you, his voice strained with effort.
You placed a gentle hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch, “we can slow down, Bucky”, you whispered reassuringly, your eyes filled with concern.
Bucky's struggle was like a battle raging within him, the conflicting desires tearing at his very core. He was used to being in control, but with you, he felt a primal urge to let go, to surrender to the passion that threatened to consume him.
But he couldn't. Not yet. Not with you.
He looked into your eyes, his own filled with gratitude and longing. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice tinged with relief. "I just want to make sure I'm not pushing you too far, too fast."
He’d never cared for the women he’d taken to bed in the past. There was something about you, an innocence he wanted to preserve, but simultaneously fuck out of you, make it his own.
“I’m okay, I promise”, you reassured him.
“No…it’s me. I want to lose myself in you but… I won’t be able to control myself. I want to do this right”, he admitted.
You caressed his face with your hand, letting a silence fall over you and your husband. He traced circles on your bare skin with his fingertips.
Bucky's arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm embrace, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. Feeling the weight of the day finally catching up with you, you nestled into Bucky's embrace, allowing the rhythm of his steady breathing to lull you into a peaceful slumber.
Bucky drifted into a calm sleep, the calmest he’d had in months, until the shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence. Groaning, he fumbled for the source of the disturbance, his hand eventually finding the cold metal of his cell phone on the nightstand.
"Steve?" Bucky muttered, his voice thick with sleep as he answered the call, his mind struggling to shake off the fog of slumber.
"Yeah, it's me," Steve's urgent voice crackled through the line, cutting through Bucky's drowsiness like a knife. "We got a problem”.
Bucky sent a glance to your sleeping form, the sheets pooling around your waist, with your chest lifting rhythmically.
He ran a hand down his face and groaned, not wanting to leave you. “How bad is it?”, he asked, debating whether to throw the phone at the wall.
“Bad enough”, Steve replied grimly.
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starshideurfics · 3 months ago
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Thirsty Thursday - Losing It
steddie, omegaverse, virginity kink, loss of virginity, mdni 🔞
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Steve has always been good, and good omegas kept their legs closed. His mother loved to say, “No one buys the cow when they can get the milk for free.”
Which, gross. He isn’t a cow, and any milk he has will be for his pups, thank you very much. But his mom clearly knows what she’s talking about—former stewardess who landed a hotshot business man at 21 and got him to build her a house just close enough to her dirt poor parents to rub it in. Who got pregnant a year later, stopping after Steve because, “Pregnancy is miserable, Steven. I could barely keep anything down with you! I lost weight and still got stuck with stretch marks!”
She only started saying that after he presented, while the cow thing started much earlier. Mostly about his father’s secretaries. And anyone in short skirts.
But his mother always would say, “You’re such a good omega, Stevie. So sweet and pure. You’re going to make an alpha very happy someday. Just make sure you get what you deserve first.”
Robin says his mom gave him a complex, fucked him up. “Seriously, Steve, it’s like a fetish. You get off on blue-balling your dates,” she says one night while Steve is shelving new releases.
“I do not! I just wanna make sure I find the right alpha.”
“You thought I might be-”
“Shut up!”
Neither of them needs to think any more about his drunken confession when they first became friends. How he tried to kiss her before she admitted to only liking girls and awkwardly screeching that he had nice tits but she was much more interested in playing with Tammy Thompson’s boobies.
“Besides, you’re a big ol’ virgin, too!”
“Yeah, but not because I wanna be! I’m a virgin in a loser way; you’re a virgin in a porno way!”
Steve’s lower lips trembles, his shoulders hunch, and in moments Robin is at his side.
“I’m sorry, that was bitchy!”
“No, you’re right! I’m a prude and a tease and I’m—Rob, I’m really fucked up.”
They talk it out the rest of their shift, and Steve makes up his mind to find a decent alpha and get it over with, rip off the bandaid so he doesn’t have some virgin/whore complex when he finally gets married.
But finding a decent alpha is *hard* and he goes on too many first dates and zero second dates. He’s about ready to give up, to focus on re-applying to colleges instead, when it finally happens.
He’s running late, picking up Dustin as a favor to Mrs. Henderson, forgetting he needed gas until he’s on the way.
It’s dark, and he pulls into the near empty parking lot, spotting Dustin leaned against a shitty white van. Steve parks and rushes out, apologizing as he pulls Dustin to him, crushing him to his chest.
“It’s okay, Steve,” Dustin huffs, pushing him back. “Eddie waited with me.”
“Figured we’d give you another ten minutes before I drove him home myself,” Eddie Munson says with a smile, blowing out cigarette smoke. “You okay, Harrington?”
“Yeah. Yes. Thank you,” he starts, blushing, not sure why he suddenly feels warm. “For waiting with Dustin, I mean.”
Eddie drops his cigarette, crushes it with the toe of his boot. “Yeah, of course. You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, Steve, you’re being weird.”
“No, I’m not! Get in the car, Dustin, your mom is waiting. See you around, Eddie?”
“Yeah, see you around.”
Steve considers showing up early next week when he picks Dustin up from Hellfire. Or hanging around the record store in hopes Eddie comes in. But in the end he decides that he’s better off being straightforward and asking for what he wants. It’s not like an alpha would say no. Not to what Steve is offering. Not when he smelled interest and fear coming off Eddie the night before.
And with how his spicy scent made Steve’s mouth water… He thinks he’ll have fixed his little problem soon.
So he gets dressed as carefully as possible, and drives to Eddie’s.
He knocks, pleased when Eddie is the one to answer and not his uncle, the alpha blinking against the daylight. “Um, hey, Steve, what are you doing here?” he asks, sounding a little bit sleepy.
“Can I come in?” Steve blurts, nervous, maybe even a little bit terrified.
“Yeah, of course.” Eddie steps aside, bowing as Steve walks past him, and it might just be what he’s planning to do, but Steve’s never been so charmed in his life. “You sure you’re okay? Because you seem kinda… Off.”
“I’m fine! Honest. I just…”
“Steve?”
“Iwanyoutafuckme.”
Even with how fast he mumbled it, Eddie clearly understood. “What the fuck? What? Why! Why ME?”
“Because I’m tired of waiting, and all the alphas I know suck, and you’re weird but nice, and…” Steve pauses, swallows hard as he looks straight into Eddie’s dark chocolate eyes.
“And no one would believe me anyway, right? So no one has to know.”
Shame flames up his neck and over his cheeks, because that was part of it. The tiniest bit. But Steve bites his lip and shakes his head. “I figured you wouldn’t make fun of me. For not being good at it.”
“With how sweet you smell, I doubt any alpha would tell you that you were bad at sex, Steve.”
“They sure do like calling me a frigid bitch and saying my pussy’s gotta be too dry to feel good since ‘I’m so good at saying no.’ But, sure…” He sniffles, and Eddie steps in close.
“I’m sorry, Stevie. I didn’t—” Eddie reaches to cup Steve’s cheek, and on instinct the omega leans into the touch.
He purrs, takes a step closer of his own and scents at Eddie’s neck. “You smell real nice, Eddie,” Steve whispers, his lips ghosting along the skin of his throat.
“You smell like hot apple pie.”
“Oh yeah?”
“With vanilla ice cream.”
“Nancy said my scent was really mild, and Tommy always said it was sour…”
“So, you’re just sweet for me, Stevie?”
“I wanna be real sweet for you, Eddie. Let me, please?”
Eddie can only nod. He leads Steve back to his room, watches as Steve strips out of his clothes, revealing delicate pink lace. “You really want this…���
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“I really do.” Steve takes Eddie’s hand, brings it to his crotch, lets him feel how much slick already clings to the lacy fabric of his panties. “I want you to be the first alpha to touch me here. I thought about it all night, how good your knot would feel in my tight, hot pussy.”
“I don’t think I’ll last long enough to make it good. Shit, Steve, I’ve never—”
“It’s okay. We can always wait until you’re ready to go again—”
Eddie kisses him then, with far too much teeth, but Steve feels the desire in it and grins.
He’s getting what he wants.
Eddie’s right in the end, popping his knot too soon. Steve cries out in pain, his own dick going soft as he whines through the alpha’s near-violent orgasm.
But the second time is better. After that, Eddie begs to eat him out, to come all over his tits, for Steve to stuff those panties in his mouth and ride him.
By the time he leaves, he has a date for the following evening.
Now that Eddie’s gotten a taste, Steve’s pretty sure he’s not going anywhere.
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marvel-ous-m · 1 year ago
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Eddie Munson's Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (1/5)
Part Two
Eddie Munson is many things, but he is not the kind of guy who will kick someone while they’re down.
Call it a hero complex, call it too many hours spent licking his wounds after particularly harsh words from a bully- whatever name you give it, Eddie is vehemently against hurting someone who's clearly already hurting, no matter how much he may hate that individual.
Which is why, in early November of ‘84, Eddie hatches a plan.
It starts in the library, as most of his brilliant ideas do. He’s spending his lunch hour pouring over a borrowed fantasy novel to try and get ideas for NPC’s for his latest campaign with Hellfire, but he gets distracted by a loud thump and a whispered ‘shit’, followed by a sniff. Eddie turns, book still in hand, and proceeds to drop the book onto the carpeted floor of the library in shock.
Because there is Steve Harrington- face beat to hell, hands shakily holding on to a lunch tray, and a salad spewed in all directions at his feet. The librarian- Ms. Boliene (a bitch to everyone other than her outcasts)- began cussing Steve out, demanding he pick up the salad, and Steve got a glossy look in his eye that told Eddie that he was about two seconds from breaking down in tears.
Which- honestly, that was probably the strangest part of this whole ordeal. Steve was King of Hawkins High (and maybe, Eddie theorized, was was the operative word there). Steve had been on a downward slope of popularity since last year when he and Tommy had their falling out. Billy Hargrove (barf) had been getting more and more popular, and, after last weekend, there was a rumor going around that Steve’s girlfriend, Nancy, broke up with him then immediately hooked up with Jonathan Byers.
(Hey, Eddie’s always one to root for the outcasts, he is one, after all- but kinda a dick move, Wheeler. Also, not great of Byers to agree to something like that, especially if he knew about the situation.)
Eddie focused his attention back on the scene in front of him- Steve was now crouching down to pile the wasted salad onto his lunch tray and was blinking rapidly, trying to stave off tears. His head was also doing this thing where it was dipping forward than instantly picking up, like he was trying to even stay awake. Which… huh.
Eddie was sure at this point- this was the lowest he’d ever seen someone get. Even his dad after his mom passed wasn’t like this- at least that bastard could still go out and break shit and get arrested. Steve looked like the only thing he wanted to do at this point was fall apart. Why was he even at school?
Eddie sighed and stood, crossing the room to where Steve was crouching. He gently batted Steve’s hands away and finished cleaning up his lunch, tossing it (and the plastic tray- because fuck this school, honestly) into the large garbage can sitting by the front door of the library. When he turned around Steve was standing, looking a bit shell-shocked. “I… that was my lunch.”
“The floor salad was your lunch? I could believe that before you dropped it, but after? Dude, that’s a low that you cannot reach. I have an extra sandwich in my bag, c’mon.”
Eddie grabbed Steve’s arm, letting go immediately when he felt the whole-body flinch that Harrington gave. Eddie held his hands up, backing up towards the table where he was sitting previously. “I won’t touch you, but you should probably eat, Harrington. I’m extending the metaphorical olive branch in the form of food, I promise that I’m not gonna bite your head off.”
Steve assessed the situation, eyes darting around the library, before he finally nodded and joined Eddie at his table, sitting across from the spot where all of his materials were strewn about. Eddie grabbed his book from the floor and ripped into his backpack, pulling his lunch out and passing it to Steve. (It wasn’t really an extra sandwich, it was his lunch, but it was fine. Jeff always brought snacks to Hellfire and Eddie wasn’t even that hungry today).
Steve stared at the cling-wrapped sandwich in shock, then carefully set to unwrapping it. Eddie noticed a slight tremor in his hands, but decided against commenting on it. “So, uh… what happened?” Fuck, Eddie, abort, abort, that was literally the last goddamn thing you were supposed to ask.
“Um…” Steve finished unwrapping the sandwich, pulling the bread slices apart. “Bologna?”
“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it. I know it probably goes against your rich folk sensibilities, but I promise it’s worth a try.”
“Yeah.” Steve took a bite of the sandwich, then washed it down with the bottle of water Eddie slid his way. “S’not my first time having bologna and it won’t be my last. Not bad, though.” Steve set the sandwich down, licking his lips. “Thank you, by the way. Eddie, right? You played at battle of the bands last year?”
Eddie blinked in surprise. The change in conversation topic made him totally forget his previous question. “Um- yeah, that was me. Me and the boys- Corroded Coffin. Not your thing?”
“No! I liked it, actually. Very ‘stick it to the man’. I can get behind that.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve, to which he received a responding chuckle. “My dad- he’s an asshole.” oh shit, did Steve’s dad do this?
Eddie’s expression must have shifted, because Steve immediately started rambling. “Shit- no, fuck, I know what you’re thinking, he didn’t do this, my parents have been out of town for like, three months. This was Billy- but it’s fine, really! Like, I can see, and I’m not super dizzy, I’m just a little lacking in coordination which- yeah, the lunch tray. You know what? I’m gonna shut up now.” Steve took another bite of the sandwich and another swig of water, and Eddie noted that Steve’s knee began to bounce up and down.
Eddie decided to push everything aside and deal with it later. Apparently this wound was still fresh (both emotionally and physically), and while Eddie could get into a number of things that Steve just spewed out (his parents have been gone for three months? Billy did this? Steve is halfway to falling over but he’s still at school?!) Eddie elected to change the subject.
“So, Steve, do you know anything about D&D?” Steve’s eyes lit up and he launched into a rant about a couple of kids that he hung around. Eddie listened with a small smirk on his face, eyebrow raised.
Steve was… different than expected. Kind, a little awkward, anxious. There’s only one reason that a jock like him has lunch in the library, and it’s because he didn’t have anyone left to sit with in the Cafeteria. He reminded Eddie of an abandoned dog… specifically a golden retriever with Steve’s eyes and his floppy hair.
Curse Eddie’s big heart and savior complex, but he knew what he had to do. Steve was about to become the newest member of Eddie’s little herd of lost sheep, whether he liked it or not.
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I haven’t decided if I’m going to write a part 2- let me know if you’d be interested in one! I’m so glad to be back to writing after a very long semester of school. I should be writing a lot this summer, so drop some prompts in my ask if you want to see something specific!
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hitlikehammers · 9 months ago
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bring him home
rating: t ♥️ cw: Eddie in the Upside Down,; Steve on what he thinks is a retrieval mission for his body (it's not); Eddie Munson Lives; Kas!Eddie (ish) ♥️ tags: established relationship, secret pre-S4 relationship, post-S4, presumed dead (Eddie), mourning and heartbreak (Steve), happy ending (because Eddie is alive, ofc), soul-deep love
for @steddielovemonth day twenty-four: Love is the only thing we can take with us (@thefreakandthehair)
oh hey look, another day I didn't intend to write at all ♥️ but then @pearynice was intrigued by a stray half-baked idea and I struggle to not at least try to provide content in such instances ♥️
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He’s only thought it since, since, but he’s actually kind of grateful no one knew. That no one could even have guessed. They’re on eggshells around him enough as it is, thinking it’s the loss, finally, that he couldn’t walk them back from, couldn’t recover them allfrom safe if not wholly sound. They think he’s dealing with survivor’s guilt or just the general blow of a failure so immense, maybe long overdue: and that’s probably part of it.
But only because it’s part of the bigger thing. The real loss.
They would have been together nearly ten fucking months, y’know; the better part of a whole goddamn year since that day at the mall, eyes catching and something just…clicking. Like the barest whisper breathing this could be something into the universe for them to catch if they wanted, and for all that’s still good in the world they both wanted, beyond any kind of logic they both fucking reached.
And Steve knows he’s worrying everyone, knows Joyce cooks for him because she’s sacred for him, knows Claudia bakes for the very same reason; he knows Robin’s gone back to biting her nails over him, and he hates that, he hates it but, like: Steve feels like he left his soul in that hellscape with the man he’d wrapped up in it; knows he left his heart there, because he gave it to that same man ages ago and never ever considered taking it back��and he’s kind of just a, a shell, now, and it’s good that they all think Steve’s just fucked up over the lost, over-inflated savior complex, Rob had muttered more than once and sure, fine—let them think that’s all it is.
It means he can plan without interference.
It means he can drive to the last oozing rift in the world with axes he found in the garage, a crowbar he grabbed at The War Zone—which he knows because he found a receipt, not because he can remember going, driving, paying; he fucking can’t—a fucking tire lift that he things is better suited to trucks than his Beemer but that’s why he needs it: he need to rip open the earth beneath his feet because maybe his heart died down there with the boy he loves in ways he didn’t know he could, not until he found those reserves of feeling inside him well up for the fact of him and maybe it’s too later for his heart, and maybe his soul’s locked in as a funeral shroud but godadmn it all—
Steve needs to bring Eddie’s body home.
Dropping through he fissure in the ground is second nature, like something calling him through the break and that feel right, because the Upside Down for what it is alone is somewhere Steve never wants to be, never wants to touch: but what it holds now what it stole from him and claimed and kept: Steve wants that back beside him, it doesn’t matter how. Cold, torn, broken, gone—Steve’s already those things himself. Now he’s just a raw nerve, but if that nerve could go numb, could freeze for so much pain, so much abuse and hurt. He feels more for the knowledge of how much things should destroy him; he thinks his body is more of an echo chamber, a void that moves but isn’t…there anymore.
Is here, because he left the best of him, the whole of him here, and he—it creaks in his knees when he hits the ground on the other side, shoots up his spine from the bones of him on contact; it should hurt, it should hurt but he can’t feel so much, and he needs to get his bearings, needs to orient, needs to figure where he is and the quickest way to Forest Hills, to where Eddie—
He can’t feel shit when he’s got a purpose, here: the first he’s had in weeks.
He moves to stand, gets to his feet at—
It’s unexpected, how much he feels the impact that knocks him back down, the weight that pushes him to the ground again and covers him, snarls at him, breathes hot and violent against his jaw, against his neck, and Steve—
Steve’ll die here, that’s clear from the hiss above him, the way he’s pinned like prey, like a meal, and the only thought he really has, in all honesty, is he’ll die here.
But he already died here, so it just feels kinda anticlimactic.
The panting against him keeps up, but it…it doesn’t go anywhere, it doesn’t become other, or more—there’s no teeth, no clawing or biting or ripping him apart, draining him dry. He doesn’t think he was afraid for any of it, exactly; his heart’s pounding but it feels distant, other and something far from him, disconnected: not a part of his shell-self, so he thinks that’s just ingrained, just an automatic response to a demo-something, probably, sizing up its meal but like, it’s not doing anything and Steve, Steve doesn’t…he’s not invested, exactly, he doesn’t even think he cares, but—
He squints his eyes open the barest crack where he’d instinctively squeezed them shut and he looks, expects the toothy petals, or even a veiny body; he looks and—
“Eddie?”
Oh, good. Heart, soul: may as well add losing his fucking mind to this place, too, third time’s a goddamn charm.
Because it’s not Eddie, it can’t be…it can’t be Eddie, and—
Not-Eddie leans into him, presses onto him full-bodied, hips to chest, thighs spread to hold him down like he’s going anywhere because, because…
Steve feels that. He feels the pressure, he feels pain where this body drags against scrapes in Steve’s skin, he feels his heart pounding, Jesus fucking Christ, that fucking hurts, but he looks at the face that’s looming over him, tipped to the side like it’s asking a question, like it’s considering Steve below, and it: the bones are sharper, the skin more pale, more drawn up tight and pulled—the eyes are red, bright like when the lighting cuts the sky, here, but everything else…
“Eddie, oh god,” Steve doesn’t want to question it, Steve doesn’t want to keep his mind if the alternative is moments with some version of Eddie whose breath he can feel again, it’s, he’s;
“Eds,” he chokes, and Eddie’s got him wholly pinned down, he can’t reach for Eddie’s face to cup it, to cradle it, so he lets his breath catch, his lungs hitch, lets the tears burn on their way from his eyes in streams as he twitches his fingers, stretches the tips to brush Eddie’s palm where he holds Steve down and—
Eddie stills, and his eyes narrow, and…
And if Steve has to die here, again: let it be at Eddie’s hands. Let it be maybe for Eddie’s…benefit, he’s wellbeing, however he survives here. Let it be for Eddie.
Always for Eddie.
But then Eddie: Eddie doesn’t let him up, still lean into Steve from the middle, but—he buries his head at Steve’s neck, and breathes in so deep, Steve gets to close his eyes and soak in the feeling of his chest rising into Steve’s own: strong.
Real.
“Known,” Eddie murmurs, shakes his head like he’s trying to shoo a fly, but then a shiver trembles through the whole of him, Steve can trace its trajectory where Eddie’s held against him, and then Eddie growls—it’s not a wholly new sound but it’s deeper, more animal in it than Steve’s ever heard and then he bites out through bared teeth: “Known.”
Then he draws back from Steve’s neck, studies him shrewdly, a little hesitant, like he’s unsure of whatever’s happening to him, in him: then he nods, chews at his lower lip in a painfully familiar move before his hands leave Steve’s wrists and he’s—
“Known.”
He’s tracing Steve’s cheekbones, the line of his jaw; he’s running his nose against the slope of Steve’s, he’s…it’s like he’s tracing him, and he does it so gentle, he almost like he anticipates it, he’s—
“Known,” and Eddie’s fucking…it’s not a growl this time but somehow whatever it is, is deeper, stronger, and he mouths at Steve’s neck again but instead of breathing him in, he’s sucking at the lines of his arteries down the sides, up and down, and then he follows the blood to the sounds, groans at a pitch Steve’s never heard before but it’s still, it’s sill Eddie, and—
“Hurt?” Eddie mouths at his chest through the layers of his clothes, sounds mournful, stills as he considers something, intent with it before his head pops up, those red eyes so wide and aching as his hands tap against Steve’s arms, frantic and—
Oh.
Oh; they’re tapping out Steve’s heartbeats to every racing clench-give echoing through his ribs and Eddie moans, almost wails, then—
“Hurt,” and he looks frantic, his eyes wild, and his mouth dropped open, bereft and seeking and oh, oh: Eddie thinks his heart’s pounding because he’s hurt, because he’s in pain and kinda, a little bit but not like that and—
“No,” Steve’s quick to try and soothe, even if his voice is barely a rasp; “no, no,” and his wrists are free to he reaches, covers Eddie’s hands and links their fingers together, feels something in him reanimate, come straight back into being just for that touch, and that it’s warm:
“Happy,” Steve gasps, and squeezes Eddie’s hands with force, with feeling; “happy, to see you,” and he closes his eyes in something like relief when Eddie’s mouth stills against his chest again; sighs when Eddie nuzzles there, like he always did, like he belongs because he always belongs.
“So fucking happy,” Steve breathes, and he feels weightless; wonders if he died. If he hit the ground and snapped his neck. If the impact was a monster and not the love of his life, somehow saved from ruin just to save Steve back in kind.
“Mine,” Eddie whispers, a little bit of a hiss for the feeling in it, the intensity sewn in as he mouths around the beat of Steve’s blood: that’s what he means. That’s his, that and everything it powers, everything it lends life.
His.
He pulls back, and Steve bites back a whimper for the loss before Eddie’s eyes find his and he looks…he looks lost, then, grasping, in need as he almost begs, like the answer is the end of all things:
“Mine?”
He lifts one of their joined hands—he doesn’t disentangle them, and fuck if Steve’s ever letting go—but he lifts them to Steve’s chest and holds there, presses down and looks pointedly at the way his palm covers Steve’s heart, looks up in askance, up and down, there and back over and again, more desperate every time and Steve tightens his fingers around Eddie’s and nods, just nods because his voice is gone, his throat’s too tight, he’s—
But Eddie sees it. Eddie understands because Eddie…
Eddie always understands what Steve can’t say.
“Mine,” he exhales like it’s the answer to the universe, like it’s proof of god and the devil, like it’s more than air to breathe and Steve’s…
Steve doesn’t even know what he is. Except: he’s alive.
He died before he left here last time, and now somehow he’s alive. “Known, s’known,” Eddie mutters, shakes his head slow and pins his gaze on different parts go Steve’s body, touches and looks up to Steve like it serves as confirmation just to meet his gaze, to watch him blink; “know, know,” and Eddie bends again, mouths at his chest and inhales sharp as he rips out, almost feral: “mine,” and then something in him gives, and he falls to Steve’s chest and Steve’s heart skips, the terror in him tangible, but he throws out his hands, lets Eddie’s grasp go to hold Eddie up and Eddie panting, gasping, something has to be wrong—
“St,” Eddie’s voice is sandpaper rough, but…but full somehow and Steve can’t name what it is, save that it makes him feel warm, from the inside, in a way he’d thought was gone forever. It prickles at his eyes and he doesn’t fight the tears:
“Ste,” Eddie coughs a little, and then he looks up, brow furrowed and muscles tight as he locks his eyes on Steve’s and grits out:
“Steve?”
And those eyes: those eyes meet Steve’s now—color in them, that depthless nightshade, drenched in that deep warm chocolate shade: Steve’s breath catches. His heartbeat skips again, but wholly different, and it looks, it feels like a weight’s been lifted; a spell’s been broken. And somehow, somehow even before anything shifted, somehow Eddie, his Eddie, he—
Whatever’s happened, whatever’s been done to him: somehow, deeper than any of it, he kept the love.
“Steve.”
Eddie’s voice shakes and he drops his weight again but this time when he presses against Steve it’s to wrap him close, to hold him a little clumsy, a whole lot desperate, and it…it feels like maybe Steve’s soul where it’s wrapped around Eddie? Like maybe he gets a little bit of it back; like maybe he can inhale and it could mean something again.
Eddie only draws back to tuck his head under Steve’s chin, to dip lower and put his lips to the center of Steve’s chest, to breathe there, like life into the heart of him again and fuck, but he feels it.
He kinda doesn’t need to know anything more, doesn’t need to have any more answers to know whatever this is, whatever Eddie needs: they’ll figure it out. Eddie’s lips are on his chest. His heart’s a mallet against Eddie’s mouth, beats up into the warm rush of his breath: there. Real.
Steve feels it.
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penny00dreadful · 1 year ago
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This is so fucking stupid and I'm not sorry. Inspired by this video of the two guitarists from DragonForce taking the piss out of Sabaton(affectionately).
Jeffington: Just ended your whole career on live 😘
Eddie scrunched his eyes closed then wrenched them open again, trying to make sense of what he was seeing on his screen. It was too early in the fucking morning for this shit. 
Whatever.
He buried his face back in between Steve’s shoulders and allowed himself to fall asleep once more.
Corroded Coffin had only started making it big in the early 90’s when they split right down the middle. As time went on they started to drift towards different subgenres. Jeff and Grant had wanted to explore a more international sound, while Gareth and Eddie were happy to stay in the power metal scene with just a touch of neoclassical. 
They had tried to make it work, but the sounds were just too different and while Eddie and Grant wanted to continue on with lyrics full of fantasy and gothic romance, Jeff and Grant had wanted to focus more on ‘the human condition’.
So they separated. Eddie and Gareth had kept the Corroded Coffin name while Jeff and Grant travelled, exploring their sound.
There was no animosity. They were all still the best of friends. Even as Jeff and Grant had settled in Stockholm, where they had quickly shot to stardom with their new band members, Eddie and Gareth made their home in California enjoying their own success. They met up as often as they could, whenever tour dates aligned or they were booked into the same festivals.
Eddie and Steve were godfathers to Grant’s youngest daughter.
He and Gareth had been groomsmen in Jeff’s wedding.
They were solid.
Which was why the text from Jeff was more exasperating than worrying. 
Plus it was like… nine in the morning which, granted, wasn't early, early but Eddie was a damn rockstar.
And he might have lost track of time reading last night and stayed up until four but that's besides the point. 
But then Steve was handing him his morning coffee with a kiss, saying Robin had sent him a link to something and fine. He’d go watch whatever stupid shit Jeff pulled.
Eddie settled back into bed because he could and it was a Sunday.
Sue him.
But he couldn’t decide if he should be fake-mad or wildly entertained because the link Robin had sent opened the VOD about an hour into the stream, just in time for Grant to say “Should we do Corroded Coffin?”
Both Jeff and Grant were sitting in Jeff’s studio space in front of Jeff’s computer with a range of instruments behind them, grinning at each other.
“Oh shit, definitely!” Jeff stood and seemed to think about it for a second before picking up one of his guitars, a bright acid green with black tendrils running throughout. “The most dramatic of the bunch,” he leaned into the mic, gesturing at the guitar before taking his seat again, “just like their frontman.”
Eddie rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. 
“You think you can shred like Munson?” Grant asked, leaning forward and starting to tap out drum beats on the laptop.
Jeff scoffed. “Yeah right. Let me just play at five-fucking-thousand bpm and sing at the same time. It’s gonna be an approximation at best.”
Surprisingly enough the music they came up with did sound very close to Corroded Coffin’s sound. Grant relied heavily on the kick-drum and high hat to a ridiculous degree for Gareth's part and yeah, fair.
Gareth did love his high hat.
Jeff played the fastest guitar riff he could muster which honestly wasn’t that bad. He couldn’t go quite as hard as Eddie could but guitar was always Eddie’s first love and he was a master at his craft. Jeff gave the camera a cheeky wink as he used the computer to speed the guitar solo up, making it sound far more complex.
“I swear to god,” Eddie muttered to himself, “if they insinuate that I do that, I’ll fucking-”
“Eddie would never.” Jeff said, responding to someone in the chat who’d asked that very question.
Grant looked up with a sly smile. “Oh, god no. He’d never. He’s too proud for that.”
Cheeky bastards.
“You know what this needs?”
“Female backing vocals?”
“Yes!" Jeff snapped his fingers. "Exactly. Like something pulled from Jackson’s Lord of the Rings!”
“Oh come on!” Eddie pouted, but even still he could tell they weren’t actually making fun.
A notification popped up on Eddie’s phone.
Gare-Bear: Have you watched the stream?
Eddie: Watching right now. They’re starting on the lyrics.
Gare-Bear: Did Robin send you the link?
Eddie: Yeah.
Gare-Bear: Okay, keep watching.
Eddie: 👍
By the time the guys had hashed the lyrics out, punctuating them with high falsetto points that freaked Jeff’s cats out, Eddie was giggling into his coffee. The lyrics were so comically bad but they were so Corroded Coffin at the same time.
I wear armour and I am sad. I'm all alone and I am sad.  Such a lone wolf am I.  Except I'm not because here comes this hot man who's totally not my husband. Bats and demons and darkness and death. Bow down to me.  Kneel before me.  I am your master.  This is about sex. Oh, look, a dragon! I'll suck your blood then I'll fuck you through the wall. Except I won't because you're an allegory for my husband again. I'll fuck him instead. Every song involves him in some way. Because I'm a big fucking sap.
And then it happened. That crafty wench.
A message popped up in the chat.
BuckyBirdie: Needs more dick sucking lyrics.
“Holy shit.” Grant whipped out his phone. “R- Birdie? Is that you? Stay right there, hold on.”
While Jeff continued to play through the guitar, Grant disappeared, raising the phone to his ear before coming back a few minutes later and whispering something to Jeff.
Jeff’s whole face split into the most mischievous of smiles and Eddie only had time to think oh no before Robin’s face appeared, joining the stream with a tired if not slightly manic expression, all topped off by her yummy sushi pyjamas.
The first thing Grant said to her was “What fucking time is it over there, Birdie?” 
“I dunno.” She shrugged, looking down at her watch. “Like half six in the morning?”
“Oh. Could be worse then.”
“I haven’t slept yet.” She said with a bright smile.
“Dude! Why not?”
“I got into cryptography again last night and I haven’t stopped. Don’t tell Steve.”
Oh, I am so telling Steve. Eddie thought to himself.
“God. What a fuckin’ nerd.” Jeff punctuated his statement with a loud strum of his guitar.
Robin stuck her tongue out. “Takes one to know one.”
“Ouch. Right in my middle schooler heart.”
“Anyway, a little birdie told me you boys need some backing vocals?”
Eddie didn’t know how he was going to get her back for this, but he was sure he’d be able to figure something out eventually.
Like banging pots and pans in her hallway while she slept off her cryptography binge.
Though it was almost worth the hilarity because noted lesbian Robin Buckley happily sat there, singing about dick and tongues and assholes in a high ethereal voice that was then layered behind Jeff's.
By the end, the chat was going wild asking when it was going to be available to stream because even though it was a parody song, it was annoyingly catchy. Just before they signed off, Jeff and Grant let their audience know they’d ask Eddie and Gareth for permission before they’d do anything.
Eddie minimised the video and opened up his chat with Gareth.
Eddie: You wanna let them release it?
Gare-Bear: Fuck yeah!
Eddie: Awesome.
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iiconicxpersona · 1 year ago
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Don’t Leave Me
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Javier Peña x f!reader
Summary: After an extremely traumatic experience during the Escobar case, reader debates between staying in Colombia with Javier or leaving him for good.
Warnings: smut (18+) mvrd3r, depression, angst, read at your own risk, minors DNI
A/N: Had to repost because original only posted half 😫 to be fair I was at target lmao
Life as the significant other of a DEA agent was no joke, especially for Javier Peña. You had heard the horror stories on the news, and you knew there was much more gruesome details Javier wasn’t telling you about. He sheltered you to the best of his abilities for your sake and for the sake of his own sanity. He liked coming home to some sort of normalcy, but he loved how even after the most life threatening days all it took was holding you in his arms and kissing your lips to make everything all right again. You were his sanctuary, his home.
However, after a year into your relationship with Javi, you finally got a small taste of what Pablo Escobar and the Colombian cartels were capable of.
Javier didn’t give you too many details, but he warned you that it might be safer for you to go back to America and stay with your family until the heat cooled down. Pablo had figured out Javier and Steve Murphy were hot on his tracks and the last thing Javi wanted was for you to get hurt. Nevertheless, you fought against the idea of leaving him—even if it was just temporary—until Javi finally gave in. “You got yourself a fighter, Javs.” Murphy would tell him.
“She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into.” Javier would respond.
He was right. You had absolutely no fucking idea of what you were getting yourself into, until one morning you woke up to the nonstop ringing of the doorbell to your and Javi’s shared apartment. You should’ve known something was up when you looked through the peephole and saw that nobody was there, but curiosity got the best of you.
When you opened the door, there was a package on the floor with no labels on it. You wanted to ignore it, and if Javier didn’t have to leave early for work that morning he would’ve gotten rid of it himself. You had a gut feeling not to open it, but your body reacted faster than your brain and before you knew it the package was sitting on the coffee table in front of you. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Quiet enough that if the package was a bomb, you would hear it. No such sound was made. The Devil and Angel on your shoulders raged against each other on the idea of opening it until you finally started cutting the tape off.
The scream that left your lungs at the sight haunted the entire apartment complex for months. Inside the box were the lifeless head and hands of a woman with features similar to yours. The hands cradled each side of the head while wrapped securely in saran wrap to prevent the blood from dripping. It was pretty clear that this was a message for Javi and for you. They know who you are. They’re watching you.
Javier knew right then and there that you were no longer safe from the reality of this cruel world. His home had been tainted. His sanctuary had burned to the ground. This was all his fault. He shouldn’t have asked you out the night Steve’s wife Connie introduced you. He shouldn’t have called you back for a second and third date. He shouldn’t have made love to you. He shouldn’t have fallen in love with you, but he did.
He fell hard for you, and the worst part is you fell just as hard for him too, even when there were so many signs from his job alone telling you to leave him. This package was the biggest sign of them all.
As much as he loved you, Javier wouldn’t have blamed you one bit if you decided to break up with him. He expected it to happen sooner or later, but despite everything you still chose to stay. “Javier, I love you. We’re in this together no matter what.”
“I promise, cariño, I’m done when this is over. I love you. I want you to marry me. I want you to be the mother of my children. I want to start a new life with you.”
“I want that too, Javi, so much.”
Life only seemed to get harder ever since the package delivery scene. As if it wasn’t enough to try and protect himself and Steve on a daily basis, now you were added to the mix. Even though he knew during the day you were safe with Connie at work, on the inside he still worried himself to death over you. He needed to know where you were at every hour of the day and to know you were safe. Steve tried to convince Javi to think of you as one of the former informants he used to sleep with and toss to the back burner while on the job, but Javi couldn’t if he tried. He didn’t love them. He loves you.
That’s the problem; you love Javier. You don’t want to be without him. You and Javier belong together. So why are you still fighting the thought of leaving him? Why are you still looking for any excuse to pack your things and walk away from Colombia and from Javi forever? Why can’t you do it when he flat out tells you “if you want to leave then leave”?
Ever since the delivery, you felt your love for Javier and your sanity struggling to balance on a sewing thread. You couldn’t get the image of the lifeless body parts out of your head. The face of the poor woman haunted you in your sleep. It was as if you were watching like a fly on the wall as her life was being taken away just for a few of her remains to be on your doorstep. And for what? Why did it have to take harming an innocent woman to scare you?
Javier could feel you slipping away from him. Every time he tried to pull you back down to earth, it only ended in an argument. He didn’t like going to bed with your back facing him. He didn’t like ending every fight with giving you the opportunity to leave him for good. He didn’t like going to bed angry and waking up to you not talking to him. He didn’t like hearing you silently sob yourself back to sleep after your reoccurring nightmares, but he had no choice. You weren’t the same anymore. He hated his job for fucking up his own sanity, but he hated it even more for destroying the one good thing he was given in his life; you.
After a month of trying to overcome everything by yourself, you finally decided to seek professional help from one of the therapists the DEA provided. Connie recommended for you to see her therapist, Trinidad, after Javier came to Connie desperate for some advice.
Trinidad understood the confidentiality of the ongoing investigation, so she didn’t press you for details. You explained to her about your nightmares and your relationship with Javi. In the end she was only there to let you talk her ear off and prescribe you with anxiety and anti-depressant medication. If it wasn’t for the obvious reasons, you could’ve just called your mom or best friend and did all this from home for free.
By the time Javi came home from work that night, you were already in bed with your back facing his side. You weren’t asleep—God knows you haven’t had a decent sleep in a month—instead you just stared blankly at the wall in front of you. Feeling Javi’s body weight taking his place on his side of the bed, you waited anxiously for the sound of his faint snore to signal it was time for you to yet again sob yourself to sleep.
However, you felt the weight change and suddenly his body was pressed against your back. One of his hands caressed your hip as he began trailing gentle kisses from your shoulder, to your neck, all the way to the shell of your ear.
“Cariño, come back to me, por favor.” He whispered.
Oh how your body ached for his touch. It feels like forever since he last called you ‘cariño’. You didn’t realize how much you missed him. Even though your body was telling him different, your words were trying to push him away.
“Javi, please, don’t.” You groaned as your head fell backwards and your fingers entangled in his hair.
“Please mi vida. We haven’t made love in so long. I miss you.” His hand ran slowly under your sleepwear, at the same time pushing you gently backwards until your body was fully pressed against him.
You gasped at the feel of his bare body spooning you. The arm that was holding him up snaked under your neck and secured your upper body in place as his other hand slowly massaged your soaking wet clit. A desperate moan escaped your lips and you began grinding yourself on his hand.
“Fuck. I missed you so much, baby.” He groaned against your ear.
“I missed you too, Javi. So. Much.” Your legs began spreading wider until your top leg overlapped his own.
His hand fully engulfed your pussy and his fingers slowly worked their way inside you, massaging your walls as you tightened around him. The sound of your moans making him harder than a rock and you could feel how desperate he was to be inside you by how hard he was dry humping you from the back.
You turned your head to face him with your hand still gripping his hair and your hips grinding harder into his hand. “Kiss me.” You moaned.
He didn’t hold back. Javier kissed you so deeply that it took your breath away. Almost as if you were experiencing it for the first time. In fact, this felt almost similar to when he did make love to you for the first time. He made you feel safe. He made you feel beautiful. He worshipped your body like an absolute goddess, kissing every scar and every beauty mark he could find and devouring you like you were his only meal.
The only restraint you had on him were the clothes you had on and you knew he was getting desperate to tear them off, but he also wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to make you feel good. To release the fear and tension that held you captive from him for the past month. He was desperate just to have you back.
His hand gradually picked up the pace and you whined in pure bliss in his mouth. “Javi… baby… I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.” Javier whispers in between kisses.
Your lips connected once more in a deep breathtaking kiss as you came hard on his hand. Beads of sweat now starting to form on your bodies.
You rode out your high on his hand and continued to kiss him at the same time, cherishing every moment. “I love you.” You moaned in between kisses.
“I love you too. More than anything.” His hand slipped out of your pants and you both adjusted yourselves to where he was now on top of you in a missionary position. “Querida, I don’t want to be without you, but I don’t want you to live in fear with me either. You’re so pure to me, so fragile. I’ll protect you no matter what. Just please, please don’t leave me like that again.”
Tears fell down your face as you stared up at him. Your heart swelled and broke in your chest at the same time. You didn’t realize it until now, but you scared him. The entire month you shut yourself away from him scared him more than any dangerous curveball his job threw at him. He could be sitting face to face with Escobar himself and that didn’t scare him as much as the thought of knowing his last memory of you would be you scared, tired, sad and angry with him. No last kiss, no last ‘see you later my love’, no last lunch time call, no nothing. And at that moment, you hated yourself for being so selfish the past month. “I’m so sorry, Javi. I didn’t realize—“
He shushed you and gently wiped away your tears. “No llores, mi vida. You have nothing to be sorry about. Just promise me you’ll try to talk to me next time. That’s all I ask.”
You immediately nodded and peppered his lips with kisses. “I will. I’m so sorry baby. I love you so much.” You said in between.
“I love you too.” He returned each kiss and embraced your body closer to him.
Your hands gripped at his bare back as your legs wrapped around his waist. “Make love to me, Javi.” You whispered.
Without hesitation he pulled you up high enough to remove your top, exposing your breasts and you helped him remove your shorts and panties until you were just as bare as he was.
Still sitting upright on his knees, he hugged you body close to him as you adjusted yourself on his lap until his tip was pushing inside you. For a brief moment, you and Javi stared lovingly into each others eyes, saying everything you couldn’t spit out into words right now and kissed each other passionately.
Gasping as you sunk down on him, you had to take a moment to adjust to his size. A month felt like an eternity without him inside you. He groaned as your walls clenched around him and he gently pushed himself further inside you, guiding your hips with his hands as he felt you slowly grind down on him and your body relaxing.
“There you go, baby. Relax for me.” He smiled in the kiss.
You broke the kiss to throw your head back from the pleasure, but one of his hands caught the back of your head and guided you back down to him. “No baby, keep your eyes on me.” He begged and you nodded.
Javi wanted to cherish every moment when he would make love to you. He loved the way your body moved perfectly with his, how the sweat covered you from head to toe, the way your eyes desperately tried to stay open to look at him even when he was balls deep inside you. But what he loved most of all was the sounds you made. The praises that spilled from your beautiful lips, letting him know exactly how good he was making you feel. He loved hearing you moan, especially his name. He didn’t care if anyone else in the complex heard them or not, but if they did then he wanted them to know it was him and only him that could make you feel this good. Just as you wanted everyone to know you belong to Javier Peña and Javier Peña belongs to you.
He pushed you backwards until you were back in the missionary position and kissed you once more. His arms hooked your legs over them and he spread you open wider. Biting at your jawline and chin. His thrusts slammed into you harder and deeper, making you and him moan each other’s names louder. Your nails clawed at his back and he hissed.
It must have occurred to both of you subconsciously that he wasn’t wearing protection and you haven’t taken your birth control pills in the past week, but that didn’t slow either of you down.
“I want you to have my babies.” He groaned against your lips and continued thrusting deep into you.
“Then give them to me, Javi.” You moaned.
Javier lost all self restraint at that moment. He gripped tighter at your legs as his thrusts became faster and deeper, making you cry out for him even louder.
“Ahh, Javi… oh god! So! Fucking! Good!”
“You’re so fucking perfect cariño. All mine.”
You could feel that both of you are so close. His thrusts became sloppy and desperate as you fell apart underneath him.
“Are you ready, my love?” He kissed you once more and tried to keep eye contact with you.
“Give me your babies, Javi.”
And just like that, you both came undone hard at the same time and quivered in each others embrace.
Javi stayed on top of you and kept himself buried deep inside you as if he was afraid of spilling out. You smiled up at him and kissed him passionately once more.
“There’s that beautiful smile I missed so much.”
You giggled. “I’m never leaving you again.”
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glisten-inthedark · 5 months ago
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I love how we're supposed to believe Danny and Steve were just bros in spite of the multitude of evidence to the contrary.
Your honor, the prosecution would like the present the following.
Evidence number 1
Steve looking like his puppy was pupnapped when he saw Rachel with Danny. Unless we're supposed to believe he was harboring intense feelings for a woman he saw twice, it doesn't explain why he'd look so heartbroken and betrayed.
Evidence number 2
Steve is the only one Danny allows to call him Danno besides Grace. We're talking about his child here, the light of his life and his entire universe and the other part of it that happens to be a Navy 🦭 with a complex.
After the third time he stopped bitching about Steve calling him Danno, and when was Danny ever known for shutting up when truly annoyed? That's right, never.
Evidence number 3
Danny gave up his chance ar a normal life for Steve. That man had his entire future offered to him on a silver platter, he spent all of the year complaining about being in Hawaii, being away from his child and about everything really.
But when he finally has the chance to leave he does what? Does he go to the airport and flies back to Jersey like one would assume he would? No! He stays.
He knows Rachel, he knows he might as well be closing that particular door for good, but he doesn't care. He chose Steve over his chance of happiness, over Rachel and hell, he doesn't even blink as he does it.
Evidence number 4
Is canon y'all. Danny doesn't usually threatens people with violence, by the time season 2 rolls around the only person we see him doing that for is Grace. Bare in mind Rachel was in the car when it was stollen, and yet he only threatened douchebag to not get near Grace.
Same can be said about anyone else who has ever been in danger, but Matt I'm pretty sure (don't mind me, I'm rewatching it and I just finished season 1 so it'll be a while before I catch up to that minefield). So he threatens someone because of his daughter which he's said over and over it's his life, over Matt that is his fucking brother and that he loves and sees as the reason he made it through the divorce and... *checks notes* Steve.
Am I sensing a pattern here, Jedi?
And bare in mind he didn't just threatens anyone but a fucking CIA agent. I mean how crazy does one have to be do to that? I'd say very.
Evidence number 5
He follows Steve anywhere. Danny is deeply afraid of leaving Grace without a father, and yet he couldn't not go after Steve in North Korea and then Afghanistan.
Both are very dangerous countries for foreigners, both places he very much was in danger of not coming back from, but he still went.
He didn't have to, he could've left Joe handle it, he could've kept himself safe and not be in any danger but he still went. He went even though he knew he could die, that the odds of that happening were high, but he didn't care.
Evidence number 6
Landing the plane on the beach instead of doing it in the water. Danny knew that doing so could get him killed, would most likely get him killed but at that point he didn't care.
We see Danny once again choosing Steve over anything and anyone else. Choosing to die instead of living without him.
At that point I could argue that he chose him over his own children. Charlie was still a child, Grace still needed a father, but losing Steve would kill him just as much as losing one of his children so he doesn't have a choice.
If he Steve dies there will be only wreckage, so following right behind its the only thing he can do. It's a thousand times better than the alternative.
Evidence number 7
Steve being willing to lie to the FBI for Danny, than to follow Danny and helping with the whole Matt situation.
Evidence number 8
Steve helping Danny with Grace and getting Rachel to drop the visitation bullshit. And then helping in the hearing and even dressing in his blues for it.
Steve showing time and again Danny wasn't alone, that he had him on his corner now for better or for worse.
Evidence number 9
Steve looking like he was sucker punched when he heard Danny begging Rachel to take him back in that freaking voicemail and looking torn when he saw they reuniting later on. Why would anyone look like that to their very platonic, not very love of their life's partner?! I blame Alex for everything
I will continue as I rewatch because I forgot most of everything but for now, I rest my case.
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runninriot · 5 months ago
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Hold On For All It's Worth
written for @steddiesongfics inspired by the song Empire Now by Hozier
wc: 1971 | rated: M | cw: mental health issues, thinking about death/wanting to be dead, depiction of injuries, blood | tags: post S4V2, Vecna is defeated, everybody lives, hurt/comfort, (implied) friends to lovers | ao3
Eddie should be used to it by now. Should be used to his life being a complete shit show. Always out to get him. Always finding ways to bring him down.
Life was never easy. Sure, it made a turn for the better when Wayne took him in, gave him a safe home and guidance, the kind of fatherly love he’d been missing before – Wayne made his life bearable, good. But even that wasn’t enough to rearrange his stars. Eddie, it seems, was always meant to be a fuck-up. An outsider. Struggling to find his place in this world.
He���s tired oft trying to get back up over and over again, knowing the next bump in the road bringing him down is waiting just around the corner.
Dustin keeps telling him everything will be fine. That he has to be patient, to wait for the wounds to fully heal. Says that the nightmares will eventually stop. That it’ll take some time but eventually, things will be good again.
And Eddie knows he’s not just saying that, that Dustin and his friends have been there multiple times. They’ve fought and lost and they’ve been hurt both physically and mentally and still, they keep going.
Keep taking a step at a time towards normalcy. Holding each other up, finding comfort in their shared experience because it helps to know that they’re not alone in the aftermath of an interdimensional war.
   “You’re no alone, Eddie. We’re always here for you. You’re one of us.”
He knows they mean it. Knows that, once you’ve been part of their suicide squad (like, come on. What else can you call a group of teenagers recklessly going to literal war with creatures that should only exist in fantasy games and books, not real life!?) you’re stuck with them.
It’s something Eddie still has a hard time getting through to his thick head. He’d obviously thought (hoped) that the little shitheads would stick around after everything. But never in a million years had he thought he’d gain more than one new friend. Real ones, like Red and Erica and Robin and... Steve.
They are such a weird group of individuals. Thrown together by accident, really. But they work, somehow. And they are doing their best to convince him that he, too, is part of it now. Part of this strange little family.
And he tries, really, to show appreciation for everything they do - always asking how he is, always looking out for him. Always there when he’s feeling especially down, ready to throw it all out the window because he’s just too fucking tired to deal with anything.
Like today.
He woke up with the worst headache, didn’t get any sleep because whenever he closed his eyes, he was back in that place that nearly cost him his life. Back where those winged demons nearly ate him alive.
Sometimes, he wished they’d finished their job.
Sometimes, he wished Dustin hadn’t come back to sit at his side while he succumbed to the darkness. Because if he hadn’t, Steve would never have found them, wouldn’t have felt the need to carry him out of hell – giving in to his hero complex or whatever it is that turned Steve into this knight in shining armor, summoning inhuman strength to pick up Eddie’s lifeless body while his own body had been weakened by bat bites and sore muscles.
If Steve hadn’t brought him back, Owens’ people wouldn’t have been able to save him. To restart his heart after it had already given up the fight. It should’ve been impossible to bring him back from the dead after being out for too long, after losing too much blood with his organs spilling out of his mangled body. But they refused to give up on him.
Dustin apparently threw a proper fit, fist-swinging and feet-kicking despite his broken leg, when they tried to get him out of the hospital, away from Eddie’s side.
Steve hadn’t let go of him even after heaving his blood-drenched, ripped-apart body onto the hospital bed. Dustin told him they had to physically remove Steve’s tight gripping hand from Eddie’s before they could take him to the ER. Probably frozen in shock because Eddie can only imagine how fucked-up and horrible he must’ve looked.
Nancy and Robin threatened to reveal the government’s secrets to the world if they didn’t at least try. They had enough proof, enough to show for. All it needed was one phone call, one newspaper article to get the ball rolling – Owens knew that.
They’re the reason he’s still alive. The reason he’s forced to go to physical therapy to get his body moving again. The reason for Eddie to wake up drenched in cold sweat almost every night. They’re the reason he’s forced to keep fighting, no matter how tired of it he is.
No matter how much he hates everything about being alive when his legs won’t move and his scars itch and his head pounds and all he wants to do is cry. Cry and scream and ask God or whoever why he can’t just let him have a goddamn moment of peace?
There’s a knock on his door, followed by Wayne’s face poking in through the gap when he opens it slowly.
   “Steve’s here. Can I send him in?”
Eddie wants to say no, doesn’t want Steve to see him like this – bound to the bed because his body refuses to work, with tears his eyes – but he knows it’s useless. Steve would just wait it out, come back in a few hours or maybe keep Wayne some company because the old man has apparently formed some kind of fatherly bond with him over the past weeks, to Eddie’s misfortune.
So, Eddie resigns, grumbles a displeased response before pulling his blanket over his head to hide.
He can hear Steve enter, can hear the door closing behind him and his quiet footsteps as he makes his way over to the bed. The mattress dips and Eddie can feel a hand coming to rest on his shoulder, can feel Steve’s warmth even through the blanket.
   “Hey, Eddie. How are you?”
Eddie wants to laugh, wants to spit out words of frustration, wants to scream at Steve for putting him in this misery. For saving him, for not just letting him rot in hell so he could finally rest in peace. But none of that makes its way out of his mouth because when he opens it, all the pain and frustration and anger bubble up from somewhere deep down, transforming into a pitiful sob.
He cries and cries and cries. His body trembles and it hurts, everything hurts and he can’t stop wishing, begging for it all to stop, for it all to be over.
   “I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore. I wish I was dead!”
A hand comes up to grab the edge of his blanket, pulling it slowly down to reveal his scarred face, his messy hair, his swollen eyes. Broken and tired and so sick of his own existence.
   “Eddie?” Steve’s voice is delicate, soft, barely a whisper and Eddie hates himself for how concerned he sounds. Hates himself for putting this on Steve.
Steve shouldn’t have to deal with this mess.
   “Can I- is it okay if I touch you?”
Another desperate sob makes its way out when Eddie nods weakly, feels selfish and greedy for some sort of comfort – whatever Steve is willing to give.
What Eddie doesn’t expect is that Steve shuffles to squeeze himself into the small, empty space beside him, lying there face to face with him, his body so close that – if it weren’t for the blanket – they’d be touching from nose to toe.
Steve wraps one arm around him, the motion bringing him even closer to the other man’s body.
   “It’s okay to be frustrated” Steve whispers. “It’s okay to lose hope sometimes. I get it, Eddie. I know what it feels like to just want to give up. Believe me, I’ve been there more times than I can count.”
Eddie listens, still not able to stop the tears from falling but at least his breathing starts to slow while he focusses on Steve’s voice.
   “I’ve wanted to give up so many times but you know what I learned?”
Eddie shakes his head, his nose brushing Steve’s skin where his face is buried between his neck and shoulder.
   “I learned that, no matter how fucked-up things are, no matter how much you hate everything and everyone, if you’re really true to yourself, you’ll find there’s always, always something worth fighting for. You might not see it right now but it’s there. It’s there and it’s worth to get through the rough days because somewhere down the line, it’s waiting for you with open arms.”
Steve squeezes him, drawing him once again closer into his embrace.
   “But what if I never find it?” Eddie asks through a staggered exhale, hot and damp against Steve’s neck.
   “Maybe you just have to open your eyes and see it for what it’s worth.”
One hand finds his cheek, the one that’s unmarred, and when Steve leans away just enough to make space, he forces him to look up. To find Steve’s warm eyes looking down at him. Smiling, soft and loving in a way that makes Eddie’s heart stutter. Makes his stomach twist into knots when he realises just how close Steve is.
And then it hits him.
All the things he should be grateful for, all the things that are worth the struggle, worth the fight. All the things that he can hold onto on days like today, where the world feels like tumbling down.
The fact that Wayne didn’t have to hold a funeral for him, mourn over an empty coffin, an empty grave because his body had been left to decay in the Upside Down.
The fact that Dustin didn’t have to make true to his enforced promise to take over Eddie’s place at Hellfire, not yet at least.
The fact that Eddie got to see Gareth and Jeff and Zach again.
The fact that he’s breathing and walking and able to play his guitar – even if it’s still hard most days and it’ll take time to fully heal.
The fact that he’s got all these wonderful people in his life, people that care about him, that will always be there to catch him when he falls and help him back up on his feet if he can’t find the strength to do it himself.
People like Dustin and Robin and Steve.
Steve, who doesn’t care about Eddie staining his shirt with tears. Steve, who is holding him, one hand gently rubbing in soothing circles on his back. Steve, who had refused to leave him behind, who had clung to him even when he was technically dead. Steve, who keeps coming back, keeps showing up, keeps pestering Eddie with his annoying care and kindness.
Steve, who-
Who’s leaning in – tentatively, almost like he’s afraid of overstepping a line that was never there because ever since the moment Eddie had held that broken bottle against his throat, he knew there was an undeniable truth taking root in his heart �� and kisses him.
Kisses him soft and slow and Eddie-
Eddie kisses him back. Sees, even through his closed eyes, that this right here is worth holding on for. Worth fighting for.
Worth being alive for.
No matter how many bumps are waiting for him on the road ahead – he’ll just take it one step at a time.
And if he stumbles or even falls, Steve will be there waiting with open arms, ready to catch him.
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evenmyhivemindisempty · 3 months ago
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any Boyd fic recommendations?
Absolutely!! It’s a long list, so I’ve divided it up by character:)) And fair warning, my preferences for fics and ships skew dark - I’ve included some major archive warnings, but also read & mind the tags on the associated works!!
Steve Murphy
Don’t Hold Your Tongue by ilookedback
It’s bordering on disrespectful to the label how quickly they’re downing the scotch. It’s one that should be savored, peaty and complex and fucking expensive. But this whole thing is a little bit not about the liquor at all and a lot about the principle of the thing and their private resentment over the ambassador continuing to block every request they’ve tried to make for what feels like the last six months.
And anyway, respect is clearly not of any concern to Steve, sitting as he is in the ambassador’s chair with his feet propped up on her desk. He’s at an odd angle, from Javi’s position on the floor, but he can still see Steve’s bright eyes and lazy-drunk mouth, how his cheeks suck in briefly as he takes a sip of whiskey and rolls it over his tongue to the back of his mouth. He watches his eyes flutter shut and Javi’s reflexes must be impaired because it takes him a second to realize when Steve’s eyes open again and are boring directly into him.
“Hey, Javi,” he drawls. “Truth or dare?”
This one was just so sweet and fun!! Bratty, drunk Steve and first time Stavier vibes! You can’t go wrong with that!
¿y cuáles deseos me vas a dar? by feygeleshmeygele
Peña's hiding something. Murphy's going to figure out what, even if it wrecks his entire fucking life.
(Or, finding out that your partner fucks dudes and losing your mind about it in a completely heterosexual way.)
If you want a gorgeously written Stavier long fic, this is absolutely the fic for you. It’s incredibly sexy, the slow burn is so delicious, and seeing Steve unravel and have to confront his own internalized homophobia is top tier.
The Corinthian
If the Devil Dress You by Mare_Adamantis
This was the crux of fighting the Corinthian, Dream thought. You could fight him. People did it all the time. Sometimes they even won, but the price was high enough that losing at the very least looked easier. Losing was often less painful than what it took to win. Sometimes it was even less humiliating.
All of Mare’s nightmare king Corinthian fics are utterly delectable and wonderfully dark, and this one is probably my favorite. Crossdressing and the Corinthian being the both the most adoring and most vicious monster??
(cw: non-con)
Tame Wolves in Dark Woods by Mare_Adamantis
Instead of a muse, Richard Madoc gets a nightmare.
Not that he knows the difference.
This is a fic that I absolutely cannot read unless I’m in a good mental place, and I mean that as such a compliment. This is incredibly dark, gorgeously written, and exquisitely constructed. Being in Madoc’s head and seeing the mental gymnastics he does to pretend he’s a good person?? Incredible. And I’ve got such a soft spot for imperfect victims, and the Corinthian is so wonderfully messy and sympathetic here.
(cw: non-con)
and when the morning light comes streaming in by romanticallyinept
“Not the first,” Cori manages, after a moment, and Dream hums in acknowledgment. “It’s just… people don’t, usually.”
“Keep you?”
“Want to.”
This one is just so fun and cute!! I don’t typically go for human AU’s, but I was blown away by how much I adore this one. Both Corinthian and Dream felt very much like themselves, despite the light setting and them being human.
A Handle on the Situation by Anonymous
"Isn’t this something that your friends could help you out with? You seem to run around with a sex-positive, anything for a friend crowd.”
“This isn’t something you can ask your friends!”
“Sure it is.”
“I’m not going to just go up to Lyta and say, hey, I need some help on a story! Can I get close and personal with your bits?”
“Don’t know why you can’t. You could say it to me.”
Rose stared, and the Corinthian gave her a faintly injured look.
“I mean, unless we’re not friends. I sort of thought we were, but it’s cool if not.”
Rose needs to do some research on her novel, the Corinthian volunteers to help.
This one is SO good, and it really propelled me into being as big of a Rose/Corinthian shipper as I am. Baby dom Rose Walker figuring out her sexuality and kinks with the help of her nightmare friend/guard dog?? Yes please. (Also. Corinthian with a vagina is HAWT)
Written in Ink and Burn by Anonymous
The Corinthian knows what he is.
Now everyone who looks at him will know as well.
Look, I’m always gonna go a little feral over Dream being a mean boss who feels entirely entitled to the Corinthian’s body, and this one hit on so many levels. Sexy slut-shaming that becomes degradation fast when Dream gets involved? Hell yeah.
Vic Owen
Our Temperatures Rise, I Hear the Devil Outside by Hexate (Hexate2)
Vic can take a lot of punishment. But it wasn't the lashes, the hour bleeding at the pillory, that taught him the law.
This one is vicious in the best way. Check this one out if you’re looking for some incredibly toxic sibling dynamics and Holbrook’s character being one of the prettiest things in the room despite being a greasy, slightly mutilated mess.
(cw: non-con)
weak spot (everybody has one) by doctorkaitlyn
Dan Frost’s heavy footsteps are still within earshot when John speaks again, voice low and steady, like the rumble of thunder on the horizon.
“If you cannot hold your tongue, I will cut it out of your head.”
Again, such a wonderfully twisted dynamic, and excellent writing to boot. Bratty Vic is so fun to read, especially because he’s actually skating on very thin ice with his brother.
Donald Pierce
better the devil you know... by doctorkaitlyn
...than the one that you don't.
or, follows the plot of Logan, but with one key difference; namely, that Pierce and Logan slept together prior to the film's events.
This series is exceptional! The actual sex is so wonderfully dubious and dirty in every sort of way, and we get the treat of seeing it from both Pierce and Logan’s POVs. I doubt it’ll happen at this point, but in my heart of hearts I’m still holding out hope the author might bless us with a continuation!!
Cornered by Anonymous
Logan hasn’t been a good man for a really long time in his opinion. Donald Pierce is probably a worse man in his estimation. So he doesn’t feel particularly bad about taking some of his irritation out the little fucker to really drill into his head what will happen to him if he doesn’t back off.
After I read this fic I had to sit down and just process for a very long time. It is utterly dark and harrowing, supremely fucked up in so many particulars, but if you’re looking for something unapologetically brutal and deliciously raw, this is the fic. Donald Pierce gets put through the wringer in this, and seeing all his affectations and defenses pared away over time is so good.
(cw: non-con)
part time sorry, full time problem by the_everqueen
Logan survives.
He gets a dog.
Non-con pet play?? Non-con pet play!! I think my favorite thing about this is how, from Logan’s POV, this is just the thing he’s doing. Meanwhile, Pierce is going through probably the worst events of his life, and the juxtaposition is so, so good. Pierce is the best scrappy little survivor, and as far as gorgeously imperfect victims go, he is IT.
(cw: non-con)
girl in saskatoon by thefudge
Seven years after the events of Logan (2017), Donald Pierce tracks down Laura Kinney again.
This was not a ship I’d ever considered, but oh god did this fic make me love it. Gorgeously dark and sensual and incredibly bittersweet, and Laura as a feral creature who is so much her father’s daughter is a delight. Also, Pierce being much more mechanized in this is… very hot.
(cw: major character death)
Melancholy by shittershutter
"You're making that face again," Don tells him. "Don't."
"The the doomed lover face, that one. I can't take all the melancholy."
All of shittershutter’s Pierce/Logan fics are absolutely worth a read, but this one is my all-time favorite that I keep going back to again and again. The sex is fucking hot, and the characterizations are top-tier: Pierce’s feral vulnerability is especially wonderful, and his relationship with Logan is so raw and real and achingly human.
The Enemy of My Enemy (is Mine) by SubverbalDreams
With Laura safely (he hopes) off with her friends, Logan’s got some housecleaning to do.
Meanwhile: Pierce fucked up royally, and the Reavers aren’t known for their forgiveness. Especially with such a pretty victim on their hands.
If you want mean, but grudgingly caring daddy dom Logan, SubV is the author!! This is SUCH a tasty fic, the tangle of Pierce’s trauma and desire and shame combined with just how much Logan hates his guts (and is also coming around to him. Just a little.)
(cw: non-con)
after all is said and done i feel the same by spock
Donald's got this theory that people don't ever really change. He himself being the rule, rather than an exception.
Yeah, this one is a pure delight. Pierce is so complicated here, at points pathetic and likable and deeply pitiable. The relationship is so problematic from every angle, but somehow manages to be endearing, too, which is no mean feat! And the ending sends me straight to waterworks city.
(cw: underage)
Eli Klaber
A Sinner In Church by jackelope
what is even the POINT of having evil henchmen if you're not having gay sex with them let's be real
Klaber being from texas is not canon but idk i just thought his accent sounded texan so I went with it. anyways he's a cumslut
This is just hot as shit. Guaranteed good time. Klaber is such an eager to please dog here, not even minding how he’s being degraded. Delicious stuff.
Ty Shaw
The Going Rate by darthpumpkinspice
Ty Shaw needs to get Sancholo in on his plan, but Sancholo isn’t biting.
Fortunately, Ty knows how to be persuasive.
There’s not a ton of Ty Shaw fics out there, so I couldn’t resist sneaking my own entry in!!! If you like Ty being a conniving little sweetheart trying his best to deal with grief, you might just enjoy this!
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WIP- new series Steve H. x reader, Eddie x reader
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Working on a new series - reader and Eddie have been in a two year committed relationship. When Eddie's band books a six month tour, he breaks up with her. Steve is there for her, but he holds feelings that he can't bring himself to act on.
Would anyone be interested?
The winter air hit your bones hard as you shuffled out the car towards the small apartment complex. Boots hit the ground, tears on the verge of escaping the idiotic head of yours. Thoughts swirled as you took out the spare key from your coat pocket and approached the front door of the two-bedroom home. It didn’t belong to you, but to two of your best friends – Steve and Robin. Unlocking it, you weren’t expecting an empty living room. Maybe Robin was at work, but you were certain it was Steve’s day off.
It was only a little past noon, and he must still be asleep.
In crisis, you didn’t fathom the idea that he could have had a female over; so, you marched to his bedroom and barged in. Steve was shirtless, in boxers only. A brunette was straddling his waist, the two of them on the edge of his bed. Stunned, you stood there for a moment until Steve locked eyes with him.
“Oh, god, I’m so sorry!”
Embarrassed, you fled the bedroom and hurried back to the living room. Steve yelled out to you, cursing as he rushed down the hall – he emerged with a pair of jeans on, but left his lean chest exposed. Again, you apologized and started for the door, but he gently grabbed a hold of your elbow and asked what was wrong.
“It’s not important…you have company over…”
“No, it’s fine. What happened?”
Your eyes lingered for a second, but you shrugged with a smile. “Eddie again. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here…I fucked up your thing.”
Steve flicked his hand in the air. “It’s nothing, she’s just…it doesn’t matter. What happened with Eddie?”
He pulled you by the elbow to the couch and the two of you sat, but all you could do was think of the woman in Steve’s room. Who were you to barge into his apartment, ruin his good time? He worked hard for this apartment, Robin, and him, they both did. They deserved privacy and you just violated his personal affairs. God, you could be so selfish sometimes, but you obliged and told your friend what happened. Eddie didn’t come home last night, but you didn’t think much of it because he was preparing for the tour – his band was leaving soon for the next six months. He had been working odd hours, but he always came home.
“He didn’t show up until an hour ago, I asked him where he was, and he broke up with me…”
“Asshole,” Steve murmured, reaching down for your hand.
“Two years, Steve,” you cried, rolling your eyes as the tears fell. “I was with him for two fucking years, and this is how he’s going to end things. No explanation, just see you later. Now I have to go through all his shit and pack everything up.”
“Robin and I will come over to help,” he promised, giving you a small smile. Your body relaxed and you squeezed his hand.
“I fucked up your sex thing, didn’t I?”
Steve made a face. “Please don’t ever call it sex thing again and no, it’s fine. It’s nothing, okay?”
“Sex isn’t nothing,” you smiled and got up from the couch, your hand slipping from his. “I work tonight, can you guys come over tomorrow and help me sort all his shit out?”
Steve stood up and walked you to the front door. “Yeah, we’ll come over. Don’t drive crazy, it’s supposed to snow. Did he at least check your oil like I told him?”
The look you gave answered his question and he sighed. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it tonight. See you then?”
“Tonight.”
You managed a smile and the two of you said goodbye, he watched from his front door as you walked to the car – only closing it when he saw you get in. Your heart seemed to relax and the anxiety, hurt, it was all there but it simmered down.  
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what is it with all these secrets? (6)
series summary: you woke up from a long coma with no memory of a part of your life only to be told by your teammates that you're married to the man you hated seven years ago. even though that seemed to be the only problem, as time goes on you're realizing there's a lot more history and mystery behind the accident that left you in medical care for months. blackouts, more memory loss, mistrust and a strange man who seems to be connected to everything. every day it gets harder to trust anyone around you, but you won't stop until you can finally uncover the truth behind the accident.
chapter summary: everything starts being suspicious when everyone in the complex dissappears. but just then, you learned some things that may be or not connected to something from your past.
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader
words: counting
warnings: just some bad words.
note: hi guys. i can't believe i got this out in one night, but i hope it is as good as i think it is inside my head. im really tired rn because i got sick and my whole body's just exhausted. so here it is for you guys! hope you like it and see you next time 💜
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You hadn't seen Bucky in two days. You had gone through and tossed and turned every room in the Complex, but he seemed to have simply disappeared. He'd been swallowed up out of the ground, as if he'd never been there at all.
And, being honest, at this point in the game you had no idea what to think. There was a jumble of thoughts and emotions inside your chest, all so crazy and frantic that you couldn't quite conjecture. That Bucky really hadn't existed would make as much sense in your head as the reality of that strange voice you'd heard out of nowhere in the middle of astral travel less than five days ago.
What the fuck was going on? Why couldn't you find Bucky? Why'd you had those memories when they weren't even yours? Whose voice was it? Why did it make you so suspicious of the team? Why did it seem like you were agreeing with it…?
Being alone with your thoughts wasn't the smartest choice of all, but Dr. Cho was done with the exams for the day and you had absolutely nothing to do. Probably by that time you had memorized every path, door and room in the Complex and were close to learning the color of every wall on every floor. The boredom was extreme and the ignorance did not make up for it.
Oddly enough, you hadn't met any of the team either.
It just seemed that every person you knew had disappeared from the Complex.
Alone with your luck, you wandered through every corner of the huge building until your head completely consumed you. You had in your mind only the memories of the last two weeks and that anything further back than that had disappeared. And you had tried to force the memories to come out, to give you answers and explanations, because no one around you seemed to have them or didn't want to give them to you. You had meditated, done grounding, watched hypnosis videos on YouTube, but you only got weird dreams in response. You tried everything, but it seemed like you simply hadn't had a life before the last two weeks. Were it not for the fact that it was impossible, you'd even doubt the few memories Bucky and some of the team had shared with you.
Like when one of the afternoons of the first week after several studies when Natasha and Steve came to keep you company and, among some of the things you were able to get out of them, they told you that you had once donated hundreds of dollars anonymously to several animal shelters that were about to close due to lack of funds across the country. Natasha also shared with you that one time when you were out on a girls' night out with the other girls on the team, you got so drunk that you bought five rounds in a row to everyone in the bar. The club gave you a membership after that.
Another day, Clint told you that you had rescued the two dogs that lived with his family in the field and for that alone his children considered you a real hero. He also told you that you had picked out many of the tattoos he had on his arm.
You also got Carol to tell you some things the first and last time you saw her. She told you that you two met in the middle of a fight and that you had beaten her. At that moment you remembered that you had laughed and asked her genuinely surprised how it was possible that someone with your physique and little fighting ability had been able to defeat one of the most powerful avengers, and she had only told you that you had caught her off guard. You didn't know it before, but you should have.
Tony was the one who shared one of the best memories with you. Your wedding day with Bucky. You hadn't even been able to get that information out of your own husband. He told you minute by minute what had happened that day, as if it had been his own. He told you how you had been nervous but confident since the morning, between hair and makeup, accompanied by your bridesmaids and him. He described the moments from the time you finished fixing your dress until you walked down the aisle and when you and Bucky said yes. He laughingly told you that Sam Wilson had gotten drunk on Asgardian liquor and gave the craziest and funniest speech of the night; he assured you that one of those days he would show it to you.
Between those and a handful of other stories, it was the only thing you had that assured you that you'd had a life before. And you were glad to know that you seemed to have lived it to the fullest, but that joy was mixed with a sour uneasiness in your chest that increased within you the desire for everything to go on as it had been before. But life being as unfair as only it could, you could only settle for imagining those memories that at some point you were able to evoke so vividly in your memory.
You also tried to ask questions about the blessed accident, about what had happened that day, but you never got a concrete answer. It seemed that every time you asked about it everything lined up around you so that the people you were with had to leave or simply left on their own with excuses that were too lame.
So, even though it seemed like you had maintained a good relationship with the team members and you had been a part of their lives and they had been a fundamental part of your life, you didn't trust them at the time. None of them. They never gave you any reason to trust, other than to talk about things in the past, and that maybe gave them the benefit of the doubt, but they hadn't done much on your behalf, so you weren't going to do it. You preferred to cling to doubt because it seemed to be the only certain thing among so much darkness.
Bucky seemed to be the only person you could really trust, that's why you had confessed to him what had happened in that hallway. But seeing now how he just disappeared, what were you supposed to think? In a situation like that, being the person you thought you were, you couldn't afford to trust just anyone. Especially when you didn't remember anything about anyone. Maybe you knew them well before, but what about now?
You went back to the control room when your feet started to hurt, the place where you started to spend more time those almost three days, mainly because you had magnificent view of all the cameras in the Complex and because your footprint was still registered with free access to the room, for some reason. It was past noon and you got tired of searching for answers in that meaningless labyrinth.
There was always a TV in the background on mute. You didn't know why. Maybe the person who should have been there instead of you liked to watch the news on mute. That seemed rather strange to you, almost suspicious. That every time you walked into the room there was no one there. You didn't even know if someone came in after you left or before you came in because you never saw anyone near its vicinity. But that didn't hold you back enough not to satisfy your curiosity.
You were watching that little screen when some familiar people started to appear in a corner of the newscast.
It was Steve and Carol.
With a frown you reached for the TV remote, which wasn't too far from the camera panels. You unmuted it and the words began to come fast.
“… the Avengers seemed to be having trouble with it. It's been over a year and it looks like this is a threat we won't be able to get rid of.”
As the presenter finished speaking, videos of the Avengers, many half-recorded with lousy cell phones and others with aerial views, took over the big screen. They seemed to be in different parts of the world, but the panorama was always the same: destruction and total chaos. Another voice began to narrate over the videos.
“October 27, 2022 is the day everyone remembers as judgment day. The sky turned purple and darkness surrounded the planet for seven whole days. Although scientists searched for answers, they did not think to look outside this planet. One man, an extraterrestrial, with immeasurable powers of destruction, has unleashed chaos on the planet ever since. He has not been credited with a name, but people call him-”
The screen went black and all you could see was your own stupefied reflection.
“What are you doing here?”
That voice stunned you.
You'd never heard it before, nor had you ever tried to get close enough to do so. For some reason you always preferred to stay away. And to have her show up now, right at that moment…
Still, even though she was the person you trusted the least on the team, and only because she had turned the TV off on you when you were discovering something that everyone had surely kept hidden from you and that had generated quite a bit of annoyance, you turned around and faced her.
“Who was that man?”
Wanda Maximoff didn't seem surprised by your question and your coarse tone of voice. She had indifferent features on her face, an unflappable seriousness that a person could only maintain after years of disappointments and suffering. At that moment you wondered if it had been the right thing to expel completely from your memory the fact that she had been one of your bridesmaids.
“A very bad man.”
“I'm not a child. Who is he?”
“No one you should care about.”
“Then why the hell did you turn off the TV? And why did you show up just then? Were you spying on me?”
Wanda didn't answer you, only focused on the control of the device she had levitating with one of her hands surrounded by that reddish mist so characteristic of hers. A shiver ran through your body, because you didn't even realize the moment she took it. Her eyes never left yours, and though you tried to keep your composure, she was too intimidating.
“Stop asking so many questions.”
Her open palm closed and with it she shattered the control. Its pieces fell noisily to the floor, interrupting the heavy silence that followed her words. If you had any doubts about taking that as a threat or not, you were left with none when you looked up from the floor, from the shards of the control ruined by her telekinesis, to see her face enserrated with eyes so dark you felt they could devour you.
Wanda wasn't playing around. For some reason she didn't want you to know anything about that man on the news.
Regardless of what she did or said, one thing that was certain was that this man was diabolical. The pictures and videos of the disasters, massacres and general destruction spoke for themselves. And even more so the fact that it seemed that the Avengers, united, had been unable to defeat him. The mere thought of his power, such that an entire group of super people couldn't stop him, made you shudder.
“Who do you think you are to say such things to me?”
Wanda rolled her eyes, and you saw her determined to turn around and head for the exit at once, as if that conversation with you wasn't even worth the effort, so you raised your voice:
“Does he have anything to do with what happened to me?”
You saw her stop on her feet, face inscrutable but her eyes glinted slightly. A small glint of surprise that gave her away. You almost pointed your index finger at her. It disappeared as fast as it could, but it had been there, you were sure. And her defensive stance didn't help her to maintain her nonchalant posture. You had hit the nail on the head. You didn't want to say you were right, but….
“It does have to do,” you mused.
“No,” Wanda spoke up, but too late for her liking. She had already changed and now looked like she wanted to rip her tongue out just because she had set out to answer your questions in the first place.
“Why is he related to me, is he to blame for me not remembering anything?”
“Stop it. That man has nothing to do with it.”
“You are a very bad liar.”
Wanda's eyes suddenly looked surprised, as if your words had been the answer to a problem she'd been searching for a solution to for years. Suddenly she didn't look terrified but… hurt. You couldn't help but compare that expression to the one Bucky wore the few times he had talked to you about things you didn't remember.
But her mask came back quickly and with a scowl she pointed accusingly at you.
“Stop asking questions and shut up.”
That time she left the room without you being able to think of anything to stop her.
-
You didn't know what to do anymore. You had spent hours thinking about what you had discovered and Wanda's expressions, but you couldn't find a connection that was big enough to justify the drama everyone was making about the accident. If she had tried to hide it from you like that it must be related. That, or maybe it was simply someone who had hurt her deeply and she couldn't bear to see him or talk about him.
Mmm…
So, if what had happened to you was because of him, that man personification of chaos, there was only one way to put it together: being an Avenger, you were sent on a mission to fight this great villain, but in the course of the fight you couldn't defeat him and he left you so wounded that you had that memory problem.
That's it. That must have been it, right?
But… it sounded so small compared to the fuss that seemed to surround the accident.
No one ever mentioned it, nor did it ever escape their attention, even if they were distracted. They were trying to avoid the subject at all costs and run out of your reach as fast as they could. That they did those things, that they avoided the subject like the plague, didn't fit so well that in the end that was the simple explanation. It had been a fatal accident in the field, surely it had happened to them before. It was an occupational hazard. So why were they hiding it from you like that?
There must have been something else going on, and you had no way of finding out about it, because you didn't happen to have a cell phone or internet access. You'd never questioned it before because it seemed like the logical thing to do, seeing what you were recovering from and they didn't want you to have information overload, but now it just seemed too suspicious.
With so many things inside your head, you decided to leave the Complex. You had never gone farther than the distance of the parking lot within what you could remember, but you knew that the back was full of trees and surely green trails that your peace of mind would enjoy very much in those moments.
There, as you walked away from the building, your mind went back to Bucky.
He was the person you least wanted to stop trusting, but for him to disappear from your sight after what you said to him was so strange. And that the others weren't present either was also suspicious. Bucky had done nothing but support you during that short time you remembered and all the memories you had of him only focused on his kindness and understanding. There was no way to paint him as the bad guy in the story.
Then, there was the other thing you really didn't want to think about…that voice… what it had said…
Whoop, wait.
What's that?
You stopped in the middle of the trees.
You didn't know how far you'd walked, but it couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes since you left the Complex. You had been so focused on distracting your mind that you narrowly missed the strange thing that seemed to be in front of you.
An iridescent glow appeared a few feet away. It appeared and disappeared. It appeared somewhere else and disappeared. It was like bubbles. Or like the light that caused refraction when the sun rested directly on a clock or a mirror.
They weren't very powerful, you could barely notice the colors. But it did seem to be everywhere at the same time.
As you got closer, you noticed that your vision started to get a little blurry. Even though you touched your eyes, it wouldn't go away.
When you finally got close to it, to that kind of anomaly, you could notice that indeed the colors seemed to be everywhere because of the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the trees.
You also noticed that the blur did not disappear. But with a quick glance back and sideways, you realized that that strip stretched the length of the forest, and seemed to curve a few miles into the background.
What the hell was that? Your head was hammering for an answer, but you really couldn't understand what you were seeing. You could only process surprise and fear.
You raised a hand to reach through the blurry blanket and…
And…
You couldn't.
It was hard.
Too hard.
You moved your hand again, this time with your palm extended forward, and as soon as you made contact you could see ripples move from where your hand was upward.
That was a barrier.
And seeing how it extended sideways and upwards…
It had to be a dome.
But why was there a dome surrounding the Complex?
Your mind had barely begun to ask the important questions when you felt it. Everything happened very slowly.
An electric current passed from the barrier to your fingertips. You saw it coming from above. From your fingers it moved quickly to your arms and suddenly seemed like shock waves. You felt five currents, there gawking and dumbfounded, until the sixth electric current was so strong that it sent you flying a few meters back.
Surprised, you couldn't even react. You felt the emptiness of a fall as your body moved backwards, until you finally hit solid ground making a loud, elongated sound. You had crawled a little on the grass. In pain, you writhed on the ground, letting out slight groans. What was that supposed to be? Why had it thrown you like that? You hadn't even gotten out of a few questions and you were already entering another pile of questions.
When you sat down on the grass expecting to see the dome a few feet away, you were struck dumb when you saw that you were a long way from the trees. And several of them looked like they were cut down, very specifically they looked like they were cut in the direction you were thrown.
Without taking your eyes off that long path you stood up. It seemed to be that the current from the dome had thrown you so hard that you had gone all the way through the trees back to the entrance of the path. Even in the distance you could still glimpse the iridescent glows of the dome.
You were too surprised that you felt pain, but not too much. How could you not be in tremendous pain after crossing through fifty or so trees that fast?
But before you could continue thinking about the unreal situation you were going through, you heard a commotion in the back. In the parking lot. Being that the entrance to the trail was relatively close to the parking lot, you didn't have to walk too far until you began to make out faces.
They were the faces of the Avengers, especially Bucky.
You started walking faster when you spotted him and he wasn't far behind. It looked like he'd seen you sooner because he was already trotting towards where you were.
“Where were you?” you spoke quickly when he reached your side.
He didn't respond, just kept his gaze fixed on you. You barely noticed the dirt smudges on his face, and with a quick inspection he didn't seem to have any serious injuries on his body.
“Bucky?” you spoke again after several seconds with no response.
His body seemed frozen with his longing gaze fixed on your face. You missed his attitude, but at that moment you had important things to ask.
“Bucky, did you know there's a dome over the Complex?”
The aforementioned shook his head slightly. That question seemed to snap him out of his trance.
“And I saw someone on the news today. A man. Very destructive and evil.”
Bucky discomposed his face more and more. Suddenly, it looked like only fear and confusion made his expression. You didn't know if the right thing to do was to press on with asking or wait for him to say something.
The rest of the team, instead of entering the Complex, stood behind Bucky. You barely glanced past everyone because you really didn't want to see them, and you didn't want to have that conversation there either.
“Why don't we go inside?” you asked Bucky with pleading eyes as you grabbed his wrist to make him walk.
“There wasn't anything you could do, was there?” Bucky finally spoke, and you wondered for a moment if he was really talking to you or to what was going around in his head, because from the look on his face you could almost swear he was lost in thought.
His eyes were shining, emotions were passing too quickly across his face to identify them carefully. But one stayed with you: heartbreak. He looked like he had just been told that the love of his life had died. You thought for a moment if that was the expression he'd had when he found out about your accident.
The accident.
“Bucky, we have to-”
He embraced you. Hastily, he took your hand that had gripped his wrist and pulled you until he had you contained in his arms. His grip was so tight you feared he might bury your clothes in your skin. Still, his embrace felt like a welcome. Maybe that's how he would have hugged you if you had awakened from your coma with your memories intact. But you also felt desperation pouring from his pores, with the way he moved his hands over your arms and the way his breathing quickened and wouldn't calm down, even though you were so close. It seemed he feared you would disappear, that you would be gone again, out of his reach.
His thumbs caressed your skin, but it felt rough, hard, desperate. Bucky seemed to want to remedy something with that embrace. Maybe his guilt, maybe your pain. Maybe the time together you had lost. His touch almost surrounded the abuse, but his ragged breathing seemed to make up for it.
You wanted to push him away so you could go inside. You wanted to tell him what you had discovered in such a short time, the things you had surmised, but you couldn't find it within yourself to push him away. Not when it seemed he would faint if a millimeter of his skin didn't touch yours. Not when it seemed that your breathing near his ear was the only thing keeping him sane.
“I'm sorry. I really am,” was all he said, after several seconds.
His grip didn't lessen much over time. Rather, it stopped being a little desperate, but it was still strong. He didn't want to let you go.
And, for a moment, you decided to share his feelings. You hugged him back just as hard and also decided not to let go.
You hoped you were making the right decision.
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𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙩? • 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
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𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮• 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙞t’𝙨 𝙖 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙊𝙣 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧’𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚’𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣? 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨• 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮, 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 (𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩). 𝘼/𝙉• 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄’𝙢 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 31𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙉𝙖𝙝, 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮. 𝙉𝙊 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿
𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮-𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙭 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩)
𝙅𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙝 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
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“Nancy!” you screamed after clinging to the bathroom sink. Your heart beating super fast, already ringing in your ears. “Coming!”
Nancy didn’t know you were calling her for help. She was your roomie. Both of you renting an apartment complex in Hawkins Downtown. Going to the same college, Monday through Thursday. Nancy quickly became your best friend back in August 1986. You were very much like her, smart girls, with soft and elegant styles. She was amazed by your years living on the west coast, admitting to you that she dreamed about living there.
“Oh God…” she whispered after seeing you. Her hands groped your shoulders, giving you a gentle touch. “Is it Eddie’s ?”
“Yes…” you were pregnant. You were 20 and pregnant. Eddie Munson was the father, and you two weren’t even dating.
“What am I going to do?” Nancy gasped after hearing you start sobbing. She could see the pink and white stick in the sink. It definitely was positive, you were going to have a baby.
“Shh. It’s gonna be fine. I’ve seen you and Eddie. I don’t think he’s gonna freak out. I’m not sure if he is in love, but he totally likes you. A lot…” you met Eddie in 1987. He was 21 and started working in a body shop. He wasn’t interested in college, he wasn’t interested in commitment. He openly admitted that women weren’t interested in him, and he wasn’t interested in having a couple. Now, what the hell?
“I don’t know, Nancy. I don’t know…” she ran to hug you, leading you to your bedroom.
“Go to his work. Tell him, and give him some time to think.” you knew she was right. Eddie was sweet, kind, and noble. He wasn’t going to simply shut you out.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll do it.” he had to listen. It wasn’t a secret that you loved him. How could you not be in love with him? He was cute, carefree, everything. Taking you to dinner, the movies. Listening to every subject you had to struggle with in college, and watching your cheesy movies when he stayed with you. He said you weren’t fuck friends, you were his special girl.
He was like your boyfriend, but without a title.
“I’m here. Steve’s gonna be here too. And Robin and Max, Jane, Dustin, Johnatan..:” your closest friends were going to be thrilled. And no matter what happened, they were going to be for you.
“Thank you, Nance. Really…” she nodded to you, offering you a warm smile.
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As you parked your car, again you were nervous. Eddie’s workplace was near your home with Nancy. But this time felt like hours, every red light in the traffic was giving you anxiety.
“Hi, Jay. Is Eddie working?” The man gave you a happy smirk, giving you a sign of waiting. “Munson! Your girl is here!”
“He’s been talking more than usual about you. I like you but it’s annoying” any other day you would’ve giggled with a big smile and crimson blush. But that day you could only give him the shortest smile.
“I’m here, I’m here” there he was. Wearing a dirty tank, oil covering his soft abs. His long hair was safe in a bun. Any other day you would’ve run and kissed his cheek, whispering how much you wanted to fuck him. That day, you gave him a nervous smile. When he noticed you were not getting close to him, he did it.
“Hey, sweets. What’s up?” you crossed your arms, clearing your throat. “Can we talk?”
“Uh… sure. I Can take some minutes” you lead him outside. He could put something was off. Outside of the shop, you were still crossing your arms.
“So…” you knew you had to play it a little. You couldn’t be so obvious, first, you needed to know his opinion.
“I just wanted to talk. I was super scared in the morning after a noise woke me up” Eddie giggled. There was his sweet and cute girl. Maybe he was in love with you. After hearing you sing one of his songs months after meeting each other, he knew he liked you. Okay, he knew he was in love with you. But…
“Aww, that’s cute. So you needed me to comfort you?” you nod, lying. Causing Eddie to hug you tightly. “Sometimes you act like a baby”
“Is that bad?” the mention of babies fits like a ring. A good starter for dropping the bomb.
“Not at all. It’s cute again.” Never in your wildest dreams, you thought you would be able to meet the real Eddie Munson. Him calling you a baby in the sweetest way.
“I do like babies… they’re soft, smell nice and they are super adorable” Eddie giggled again. “Not when they shit in their diapers. Babies are like little devils”
“Oh, so you would never have a kid? To teach him D&D stuff? Or make him a little metalhead?” it could be manipulative, you knew. But… you had to know.
“I don’t know, baby. Why are you asking this?” the question sent shivers through your spine. “Well…”
“What would you say if I told you I’m pregnant?” his face went pale. Like four seconds of silence, and then he started laughing. “You’re joking…”
“Eddie…” he walked towards the door of the body shop. Looking at something, a calendar.
“It’s a joke. December 28th is close. Happy innocents day” great coincidence. It was an organized accident “I thought you were saying it for real. I got super scared”
“Would it be that bad?” suddenly the air felt heavier. Your skirt wasn’t enough to cover your shivers.
“I don’t know. But it would definitely be an accident. Like, What would I even do with a kid?” that wasn’t what you were expecting. He was accepting his immaturity, and it disappointed you even when you had no right to feel bad about it.
“Okay, I’m not surprised” your answer disappointed him. And he regretted that, because he wanted to prove to you many things, but he couldn’t ignore who he was.
“It would ruin our lives probably. I-, you couldn’t be the mother of my kids” tears gathered in your eyes instantly. And he closed his eyes because he knew that was the worst answer he could give you.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Eddie. I’m sorry I can’t be at the level of your desires. I can’t even make you ask me to officially date.” he tried to stop you, but you were already in your car, leaving the body shop. You had sobbed out of nowhere but somehow he knew he was wrong. Because he knew you two acted like a couple but he never got the balls to take you on a date or ask about your feelings.
He didn’t want commitment. But after more than a year, you thought maybe he liked you. Maybe those nights together meant something. Maybe he cared for you. But no. He got anxious at the mere thought of you being the mother of his children. You weren’t his type after all. If you said hi to yourself at eighteen years old, she wouldn’t believe any of what happened in 1988. At days before the year was over, you were pregnant. And you didn’t even told the father because he thought it was a joke, and after that, he said he could never have a baby with you. However, you wanted to get rid of the baby. You didn’t know how to. Suddenly you regretted all those times you fucked with Eddie. Barely even asking if he had protection because your hormonal pills were helping, apparently not much. Just as his touch wasn’t real, you were holding on to a fucking lie. But, all he can think it’s a joke, you included. To him your pregnancy, to you… his love.
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Steve ended up running a Chinese food restaurant. It was super pretty, with red sky lanterns all over the place. Every Friday you would go with Robin, Nancy, Johnatan and Steve of course, and Eddie… You knew he was going to be there, in the end, your friends were his friends. Before the fight, you would share Lo Mein noddles and an order of wontons with Eddie. If you weren’t pregnant, you would’ve confessed your feelings for him. He was basically your boyfriend. He was a good man with you, he never disrespected you or made you feel wrong, until now.
“Hey! I got our favorite table. Everyone’s here already” Steve greeted you and Nancy. A shaky feeling invaded you just by thinking about Eddie’s presence.
“Hey, relax. You’ll have me and Robin on each side” Nancy said, making you smile. “Thanks”
Eddie saw you, and it hurt him that you didn’t even made a glance at him. He noticed red lipstick and a turtleneck sweater, along with a skirt and boots. The same outfit you were in on your first, not official date. Eddie remembered the nights when you went to watch some movie, kissing like teenagers in his van, and going to eat burgers and burritos in filthy but delicious places.
“I think we should make a New Year’s Eve party” Johnatan stated. Everyone agreed, even you. But your attention was on your spring rolls, feeling Eddie’s gaze every time. You wanted to think he was just as hurt as you were. And maybe it was toxic but it wasn’t fair you were suffering more. He didn’t know it was real that you were pregnant. As soon you start thinking you need to see a doctor, you need to know how is the… baby, you block the subject.
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Eddie didn’t hear from you in days. He even stopped by your apartment, and Nancy told him you were at college. Lies, you were there, spending hours on your bath, thinking over and over about everything. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was normal to be at college two days before the new year. But he didn’t think about that until he was in his van.
For some minutes he questioned if you were really pregnant. You reacted way too emotionally, but no, no way. You had the pills, and his health was too messed up to create a fetus. He smoked a lot, if he wasn’t with you all he ate was junk food. He barely did any exercises and just as he turned 21, he had consumed more alcohol than he was supposed to. So no, you couldn’t be pregnant. Anyways, he could see you as the mother of his kids. He never had someone to rely on. Uncle Wayne grew tired of his shitty decisions. You cherished everything of him. You were the biggest thing that could ever happen in his life.
Especially after he almost died. He started seeing everything differently. He wanted a partner, but he tended to say he didn’t do commitment.
That’s how it went for some days. Until New Year’s Eve approached and the novelty was the party at the Byer’s house. You knew Johnatan and Will, they were cool. Even though their mom was cooler, and his partner too. Jane, how you opted to call her instead of El or Elle, told you that his father and Joyce were leaving for some days, and they were aware of the upcoming party. Nancy agreed to not say a word to anyone about your condition. Because you didn’t know what the hell you were gonna do yet.
At the end of the day, you just wanted to forget about the thing that was growing inside you, with no pressure. That’s how you ended up getting ready for the party with Robin and Nancy. They said a red dress would fit you. You didn’t care honestly, but you just agreed without even thinking. Something at the back of your head was telling you to stay at home, but you couldn’t help going to the party. Even when you knew Eddie was going to be there.
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Don’t do it, you screamed in your head.
You’re pregnant, you can’t drink, you were screaming to yourself again. But the truth was that you were scared, you weren’t sure if you wanted to keep the baby. The party was relaxed, but Eddie didn’t appear for dinner. You almost forgot about him at that hour. So Steve offered you a glass of wine.
“Thanks, Steve” irresponsable. You drank the glass accepting you just fucked things up. “Hey. Where’s Eddie?”
“I’m not sure. I haven’t seen him?” The mention of him was enough to drink all the wine. Then you asked for more.
And more, and then more, a little more, and finally more.
“Okay, y/n. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to let you drink that much” Steve said. Johnatan was holding you steady, and Steve took your beer. You giggled, showing how drunk you were. “No, I’m okay”
“Careful, you can’t even stand alone” Johnatan was right. But that didn’t stop you. Somehow you managed to get into the kitchen to open a bottle of brandy this time. You weren’t even conscious, all you could think was I’m having fun. I’m not pregnant, it’s a mistake. Eddie isn’t the father, because I’m not pregnant.
“Eddie’s here!” Robin announced. Suddenly you weren’t having fun anymore. Your stomach twitched. Your heart started beating very fast, a cold sweat. Nervousness flooded you, causing you to grip the sink in the kitchen.
“Eddie is here” Nancy whispered when she found you. She watched you nod, giving her the view of your back still. “Are you Okay, y/n?”
“I-, I’m…” vision blurred, nausea. You felt extremely heavy.
“Y/n. Are you okay?” This time Jane asked, softly grabbing your shoulder after joining you and Nancy. You were going to faint.
“Y/n!” After Nancy screamed your name, everyone was in the kitchen. Max was the first to hear, so she came running and held you, your back on her legs. Everyone heard you collapsing on the floor. Nancy was in shock after seeing you had a bottle of alcohol in your hand. Perplexed, she moved your leg from the broken glass.
“Oh, my god. Who gave her the bottle?” Silence. Johnathan and Steve looked at each other a couple of times. When Eddie entered the scene, he froze after seeing you unconscious on the floor, some fresh blood surrounding your legs. “Who the hell gave her alcohol?”
“It was me…” Steve accepted, grabbing his chin. He felt bad, but he would feel worst.
“She’s pregnant!” Max opened her eyes widely. Everyone looked at each other in shock. And Eddie felt he was going to vomit at any time.
Before he could say or think o even breathe, Jhonatan and Steve were carrying you to Nancy’s car. With Mike, Max, and the not so kids behind arguing in shock about your state.
“Nancy. You’re serious?” Eddie asked. Grabbing Nancy’s forearms and stopping her on the porch of the house. It was dark already. The girl gave him a cold shoulder and silently joined Johnatan and Jane in the car. Eddie felt wrong, probably Nancy knew all the time, and after what he said, it would be no secret that Nancy would be a little distant.
“It’s yours. Right?” Eddie got scared but relaxed a bit after seeing Max beside him.
“Yeah…” the red hair nodded. “I thought it was a joke. I didn’t want to believe her… so I accidentally said she could never be the mother of my kids”
“Jesus, man. You traumatized her” probably Max shouldn’t have said that, but that’s what the metalhead beside him deserved.
“I noticed she was nervous since she arrived. And super anxious, but I thought it was nothing…”
“And I go and give her the fucking beer…” Steve said joining the conversation. Eddie looked at him. He couldn’t blame Steve, he didn’t even know. Steve was such a good friend, there were a lot of stupid reasons to be jealous of him, but not real reasons.
“Hey, I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know she was pregnant” you were pregnant. No joke, there was never a joke. Eddie got you pregnant and he was there, feeling miserable with Steve and Max instead of being with you.
“It’s okay, Steve. You didn’t know. Now… I’m going with her”
“I’ll take you. Who’s coming?” Dustin came running to Steve.
“I’m going.” Eddie smiled briefly. He never said it, not even to you, but Dustin was his favorite kid, then Max and Jane.
“Okay let’s go” Eddie went to the passenger seat. With Lucas, Dustin, and Max behind. There were 3 hours left for the new year. But nobody was thinking about that.
“Okay. Will and Mike stay to wait if Joyce or Hopper call. Let’s get going” Eddie was quiet. The twenty minutes trip to the hospital kept him thinking. Before he could apologize he wanted you to be fine. He knew you could lose the baby.
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The hospital was empty. Nobody was there in the new year. 10:38 pm. Eddie hasn’t even seen Nancy. The nurse told them you were taken to ICU almost two hours ago. Eddie couldn’t stop feeling anxious, his left leg bouncing uncontrollably against the cold floor.
Suddenly a doctor came and said your name.
“Oh thank god” everyone stood up but Dustin gently pushed Eddie. As of saying he was the indicated to respond for you. So he did, shaking a little.
“I’m Eddie, he-, her boyfriend” he lied but truth was, he wasn’t your friend, he was much more than that.
“Doctor Collins. I already talked with her friend but she said y/n had more visits here. She’s fine, and the baby is fine. We can hear the heart in a good state. To be at five weeks, y/n was very lucky” Eddie sighed relieved. He slowly nodded. “she vomited a lot shortly after arriving. Thankfully she got all the alcohol out before her system processed it. And therefore, the baby too.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much” The doctor smiled a little. He was old, so Eddie trusted him, he believed that young doctors weren’t good enough.
“You can see her if you want” Eddie nodded and called the others to follow him and the doctor. “I believe she’s gonna be fine to leave tomorrow”
“Thank you so much. Uh.. happy new year” the doctor thanked Eddie and left them in a new empty hall, Eddie thanked the doctor didn’t ask how it happened. Only Johnatan, Nancy and Jane were already there. Suddenly everyone was quiet, looking at Eddie. He slowly reached the room you were in.
“Don’t you dare, Eddie” Nancy said stopping him. “I don’t want you to go and disturb my friend.”
“Nancy, I won’t. But I need to make things up. I’m going to be a father and she’s the girl I love. I need to see her” he said whispering. Slowly, Nancy let him go, moving away from the door.
“We’ll join you after…” he nodded to her, ignoring the looks of everyone else. Decided, he opened the door. The room was clean and nice. Thankfully smelled like you. Grabbing a plastic container with a straw on it, and looking at some papers, there you were.
“Hey…” you stopped looking at the papers. Raising your view and focusing on the man in front of you. 11:42 pm. You wanted to sleep when you arrived, now you were fine you were hungry.
“Hi…” you could only state. Suddenly feeling nervous again, feeling a little in that bed.
“You look better” Eddie mentally palm-faced him. Of course, you looked better. “I feel better, thank you”
“Always so damn polite” you shrugged, trying to ignore his gaze by sipping at your rice water. “Yeah, unlike others…”
“I know. I-, I’m sorry” you could see him scratching his hands. His long hair interfered all over his face. “I really thought it was a joke. I know I completely screwed things up when I said you couldn’t be the mother of my child”
“But uh-, I meant that… How could you be the mother of my child? You have a decent family, you’re sweet, fun, and extraordinarily beautiful. Hell, you’re even in college working your ass for a degree.” You smile a little, just because he flattered you as always. “And I’m Eddie Munson. Once the town freak, once Eddie the banished. Always poor, shitty family, stubborn, and mostly a loser. Why would you even look at me?, now How the hell you would end up having my baby? You deserved more…”
“Stop. Stop it” you said wheezing. You couldn’t bare how he was describing himself. “Don’t say that fallacies about yourself”
“I don’t need more because I’m okay with you. I think I fell in love with every detail of you the moment you asked me to have dinner for the first time. You work so hard, you send money to Wayne every time you can. You take your time to be with me almost every day, you were amazing with me” crying you protect the papers you had over your chest. “Why don’t you just accept that you treated me so well because I was a good fuck? And now that I’m pregnant you don’t want to take the responsibility because you don’t even like me.”
Eddie saw you curling into a ball on your right side, crying as you held the same papers. His heart broke, seeing you like that. He had to stop that pain, it wasn’t good for you or the baby. After all, he liked kids, and he had some experience with The Hellfire Club, but he knew a newborn was harder. Yet, he wasn’t scared anymore, because he would do anything just to see you happy.
���Y/n. That’s not true…” you could feel him rubbing your back. And when you opened your eyes he was kneeling by the bed. Giving you a sincere looking with his beautiful eyes. You could barely see him due to the tears. “I did all those things because I love you too. You’re a lot more than a good fuck. I guess I was a little nervous about asking you out, always postponing it. But I want something serious with you. I don’t mind having a baby with you, sweets. I will work harder, I’ll give you everything you deserve”
“I don’t want you to do this for pity. My baby deserves a real father” he smiled. He loved how reckless and direct you could be. He decided that he was going to be there for his baby and you. 11:55 pm. It wasn’t on his plans to settle down so early but he didn’t regret it.
“I assure you I want this. I’m sorry it didn’t go well, but I really love you. And I wasn’t planning it, but I would love to have a baby with you”
“See…” you handed him the papers. And finally, he could see the content. It was your ultrasound, a tiny little ball resting on your womb. He giggled, feeling his eyes get teary.
“Oh, God. He’s tiny” you arched your eyebrow, giggling too. “He?”
“Alright. It’s tiny… but I think it’s he” he melted when you gently tangled his hair on your finger. He couldn't stay still and not kiss you. So he reached your cheeks and deeply kissed you.
12:00 am, the guys are cheering outside. You smile through the kiss, hugging his neck.
“Happy new year,” he said rubbing your hip. It was a weird way to receive the holidays, but after all, it felt warm and natural.
“Okay. Sorry, but we needed to know what was going on. Happy new year” Robin said peeking through the door. After seeing you and Eddie all tangled he sent you both a smirk. “They’re okay, kids”
Eddie and you started laughing and happily received all of your friends in the room.
You didn’t know what was about to come, but you were glad to be okay with Eddie.
“So, yes. My girl and I are having a baby. It’s real, it’s happening” everyone started talking, and after inviting Eddie to see beside you on the bed, you grabbed his forearm.
“Your girl?” Eddie sighed and funnily rolled his eyes. “Oh for fucks sake. You’re almost my wife now. But ugh… Would you be my girlfriend?
“Of course, Eddie” after looking at each other like two stupid teenagers and sharing a short kiss, you both started talking about it with your friends.
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late-to-the-party-81 · 7 months ago
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For the very first time - Chapter 4
[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they slept all together]
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AN: As promised, two for the price of one today to make up for the gap in posting. If you're seeing this, make sure you have checked out Chapter 3 first. This is also set during the events of CA:TWS @catws-anniversary.
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Chapter Summary: Getting blown up at Camp Lehigh was unexpected and so was Steve’s reaction to it. Nat can’t say she’s mad about it, in fact she’s pleasantly surprised. 
Chapter Relationship: Nat x Steve
Chapter Word count: 1.6k
CW: Teasing, Danger kink, Friends to lovers, Rough Sex, Vaginal sex, Quickie, Captain Kink
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Nat and Steve - May 2014
Getting blown up at Camp Lehigh was not what Nat had thought would happen today, but then again she wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting when she and Steve decided to go down this rabbit hole. A cache of data, to be sure? But a cache of data stored within the computerised mind of a Nazi/Hydra genius brought to the US as part of Operation Paperclip? That had definitely not been one of the things she had anticipated.
However, somehow, she was still alive, which was all thanks to Steve, his shield and his cute - but also annoying - saviour complex. 
She coughed as the dust settled around them, her body protected by Steve and his disc of Vibranium. He was laid on top of her, and despite her own strength, Steve was still a big man and Nat was starting to feel a little crushed.
“Umm, Steve. Can you get up?”
She could hear him breathing, so he was alive, but he didn’t respond. Maybe he was knocked out? It took a lot for that to happen, but it wasn’t impossible. She tried a tentative wriggle, to see if she could get out from under him, but two things brought her to a halt. The first was Steve’s voice, ragged and deep. 
“Nat, for the love of god, just stay still for a moment.”
The second was the sensation of something pressed against her buttocks. Something that was apparently the reason for Steve wanting her to stay still. 
Nat couldn’t help it. She started to giggle.
“Steve? Are you turned on by being pressed against me, or is it the danger that’s got you all fired up?”
She couldn’t see his face, but could imagine the blush that was making its way up his neck.
“I plead the fifth,” was his mumbled response, and the imp on Nat’s shoulder took control.
“Is that why you turned down all those dates I tried to set you up on? Not enough danger for you? Who knew America’s golden boy was so kinky?” She gave a tentative shimmy of her hips.
“Nat…” Steve ground out, one of his hands curling harder into her hip and Nat grinned to herself. 
It was the most ridiculous thing. They were in the ruins of a Hydra bunker, surrounded by rubble and dust and god knows what else, and here she was teasing her friend about the erection that was digging into her butt. She had started to wonder if Steve had no interest in women at all, although the kiss they’d shared on the escalator - and Steve’s reaction afterwards - had all but disabused her of that notion. 
Also, she wasn’t blind - she could see what a cute and good-looking guy he was - she just hadn’t thought he was interested in her like that, hence both her interlude, and then further conversation, with Sam those few days ago. But what if…
She wiggled again, in a way that couldn’t be considered either accidental or an attempt to get out from under him.
“Stop!” Steve barked, and a shiver went through Nat’s body at the authority in his voice. 
“Or what, Captain? You gonna take out your battle lust on me?” Yeah, she was being a teasing brat, but if that was what it took for Steve to lose his composure, then so be it.
“For fuck’s sake, Nat. Just stay still. It’ll go away in a minute and then we can never talk about this again.”
“But that’s boring, Steve. And what if I’m not adverse to you taking out your battle lust on me? What if the idea of you just fucking me and taking what you want excites me? You know I can take it.”
She heard his heavy gulp and the sharp indrawn breath. Felt the infinitesimal twitch of his hips.
“Stop joking with me. Y-you don’t know what you’re saying,” he all but stuttered.
“I’m not joking and I think I do. I’m a big girl, Captain. When was the last time you just let yourself go? When did you last just fuck? Have you ever?” She ground her hips back in a slow circle against his crotch and listened to him groan. “Think how good it would be? Just to sink inside and rut into me until I’m overflowing and crying out your name?”
“Fuck. Fuck! If I start, I won’t be able to stop, Nat. I won’t.”
“Then don’t. Let it out, Steve. Fuck me. Fuck me here in the rubble like the animals we are.”
With a sound akin to a roar, Steve pushed up from the ground and back onto his knees, pulling Nat up with him, his right arm looped around her narrow waist. She turned her head over her shoulder and Steve crashed his lips to hers.
She’d been in charge of that first kiss, but this one was definitely being run by Steve. Nat didn’t know why she’d thought he couldn’t kiss, because this - this - was mind blowing. This wasn’t Steve Rogers, this was the Captain, and he was doing what she’s said he could - taking what he needed. 
His tongue pushed into her mouth and his teeth nipped at her lower lip. His left hand palmed her breast through her top and his right had dropped down to work on the fastening of her pants. With the zipper dealt with, Steve pushed them roughly down to her knees, along with her underwear.  His large fingers wasted no time zero-ing in on her core, pushing between her folds and deftly finding her clit. Fuck, she hadn’t expected this either - hadn’t expected Steve to be so self-assured and well, good at this. However, he definitely knew what he was doing, as sparks of pleasure shot through her.
Nat moaned into the kiss, her own right hand covering Steve’s as he teased her and spread her slick over her sex. “Remember that you asked for this, Nat. I’m not gonna go easy on you,” Steve warned, his voice dark and menacing, and Nat shuddered again, filled with a dark want.
“Give it your best shot, Captain.”
Steve suddenly pressed two of his fingers inside her, and Nat groaned at the stretch, her head falling back against Steve’s shoulder and her legs spreading as far as they could with her pants still wrapped around her knees.
“You’re so tiny, Nat. Gotta get you ready for me,” Steve purred in her ear, his thrusting fingers creating lewd, wet sounds. “Think you can take a third one yet?”
“Yeah,” she breathed out. “I can take it.” Steve took her at her word, easing his index finger in alongside the others. “Oh, god!” Nat’s moan echoed around the collapsed building and she bucked her hips into Steve’s hand. She raised her left hand, threading it into Steve’s hair and harshly clutching a fistful. “Fuck me, Steve. Come on! Just do it!”
Steve dipped his head, lips trailing over her neck as he let go of her breast to free himself from his slacks. “Never let it be said that my mother didn’t raise a gentleman. Gonna give you everything you’ve asked for.” He pulled his fingers from Nat’s pussy with a wet squelch and before she could even take a breath, he’d replaced them with his cock, pushing inside her with one firm thrust.
Nat swore she saw the back of her own head with how hard her eyes rolled. Steve’s slick soaked hand went back to her clit, rubbing rough circles as his hips snapped, fucking into her as deep as he could manage in this position, his cock rubbing against the inside of her channel in just the right way.
Nat didn’t even try to hold back her cries. There was no-one around for miles, and even if there had been, she wouldn’t have even cared. In all of her teasing of Steve, she hadn’t realised how much she also needed this. 
This was fucking. There was nothing gentle or tender about it. It was raw and animalistic. A way to release the tension and make use of the adrenaline rushing through both their veins and she fucking loved it.
“You gonna come, Nat? Are you going to be a good girl for your Captain?”
Where the fuck had Steve’s dirty mouth come from, Nat thought. It was a good thing he wasn’t like this most of the time or she’d be walking around SHIELD with permanently wet panties. Although if she had known that Steve had this within him, she would’ve jumped his bones long ago. All that fantastic sex wasted. Fingers crossed Steve would be up for an encore some time soon.
“Yes,” she breathed out. “I’m gonna come, Captain. Oh, fuck. Gonna…”
Her whole body went taut, and then the coil snapped inside her, pleasure fanning out in waves reaching the ends of her hair and the tips of her toes simultaneously. She was aware of Steve reaching his own peak with a roar, his cum flooding her insides and leaking back out to run down her legs. She sagged into his hold, trusting in his ability to hold her upright until they were both ready to move again.
However, as wrung out as she was, she couldn’t help but tease him a bit more.
“So, what about Sam? Would you go on a date with him?”
She almost heard Steve roll his eyes.
“Will you quit it, Nat?”
Chapter 5
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