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curiositydooropened · 2 months ago

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Hell Hound • Part Two

After a few days spent protecting you, a promising lead is found. Steve is wracked with nightmares. You grow closer.

Pairing: bodyguard!Steve Harrington x photographer!Reader, rockstar!Eddie x Reader

Wordcount: 9,770

Warnings: unrequited love, slowburn, jealousy, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, gore, weapons, fighting, death threats, stalker *This chapter also contains allusions of voyeurism, sex, drinking, recreational drug use, overdose, religious elements

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Robin: Have you told her yet?

“I need to get out.” You said it, slinging your denim jacket over each arm.

Steve’s breath tasted of your toothpaste, and his hair smelled of your shampoo, and he would’ve gone with you over the border to Canada if you’d asked.

Instead, you carted him down several flights of stairs and the opposite direction of his car and the gallery and to a little park with a coffee kiosk on the corner. You ordered for him and boxed him out of paying, and you waited in silence, smiles playing on your faces.

The coffee was good. The coffee was really good. It could have been that it warmed the ache in his spine from scrunching on a sofa that wasn’t long enough for his legs, but Steve knew it was good because you waited expectantly for him to take a sip, eyes wide in wonder and curiosity.

“S’good,” he licked his lips.

Satisfied with his answer, you started off again.

Steve hurried to keep up. “Where’re we going?”

You smiled and didn’t respond, but slowed your pace to let him fall in step beside you.

Sunlight fell, dappled, through the trees as you walked, and birds chirped, and eventually, you passed through wrought iron gates. The sidewalk grew wider, and with it the distance between the two of you, still at a brisk walk.

“Let’s sit,” you nodded toward a stone bench nearby, and Steve followed you there.

You set your coffee on the bench beside you and began to dig through your leather bag for your camera and whatever size lens you’d deemed the perfect fit.

Steve peeled his gaze from the concentration etched into your forehead to glance around, curious of your subject. It wasn’t until then that he realized you’d pulled him into a cemetery. His jaw ached a little. “What uh… what’re we doing here?”

You shrugged, a sly smile curling peachy pink lips. You nodded behind him. “Saw those lattice roses last week, wanted to get them in softer lighting.”

Behind him, curling their way up stone and iron fencing, were peachy pink roses. A few had seen better days, petals gathering at the base of the wall, but more were reaching skyward, bloomed and beautiful and delicate.

“How do you do it?” Steve asked, regretting his word choice immediately when you turned to flash him a cocked eyebrow. “I mean, how do you know what to capture?”

You shrugged, snapped a few, glanced at the display on the back of your camera. “I don’t think it’s a conscious thing. If you hunt for something, you’ll never find it.”

Steve hummed, took another drink of coffee. He wondered what Robin’d say to that philosophy. Sounds like your love life, dingus. He rolled his eyes. “What about these roses?”

You tilted your head, snapped a few more, looked at the display again. “It’s a little about anticipation. I knew these roses would wilt. I knew a storm was coming in, and that usually batters them. Fresh flowers in a cemetery doesn’t tell a story.”

God, you really were perfect, weren’t you?

You were annoyed at whatever the view finder was showing you, and even that was cute.

You must have felt him watching because you glanced up and immediately pulled your camera in front of your face and started clicking away. “And what about you, Steve Harrington?” You smirked. “What is your story?”

Steve stiffened and dropped his other leg to the ground, sneakers grinding into dead leaves on the asphalt.

You laughed and swept his insecurities away. “Quit being weird,” you snorted. “Just talk to me.”

“About what?” He couldn’t help but smile, trying to ignore the gentle click, click, click of the shutter.

You looked at the view finder and seemed as displeased as you were with the roses. You took a few steps back and got down on one knee, shooting up at him.

Self-conscious, Steve crossed an arm over his chest.

“Stop it,” you scolded, eyes bright, smiling playing on your lips. “Tell me about your life outside of this.” You gestured vaguely to his person and snapped a few more shots.

You snickered at the frown he pulled.

“You know like, outside of being a bodyguard slash private investigator slash Tour Mom. Are you close with your family? Does your girlfriend miss having you around?”

Steve sunk a little further into the bench, letting a breath burst from puffed cheeks. He ran his thumb along the perforated ridge of his cup’s sleeve. “Uh no and no… um… no girlfriend.”

You looked up at him then with the same pity and sadness he felt in the depths of his person.

He tried to hide behind his drink, wishing there was something stronger in his cup.

“Oh my God, Steve, I’m so sorry. Eddie didn’t tell me. You and Robin broke up?”

He sputtered around the sting in his nostrils and wiped at coffee that splattered and stained his pants. “Robin isn’t… no. I mean, she’s drop dead gorgeous and like the second best person I know, but no.” He shook his head, frantically. The amount of women that left him because of his relationship with Robin was honestly astounding, but he never imagined he’d have to explain it to you.

You sucked your cheeks in to shut yourself up and squinted, trying to decipher his ramblings.

He blanched. “Robin’s gay.”

You blinked for a moment and then barked a laugh. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. You just… you and Eddie talk about her so much, I just figured…”

Steve nodded. He understood. “I get it, but nope. We’re just best friends.”

Your laughter slowed to something softer, and he could have sworn he felt something spark in your gaze, in the way your lashes fluttered.

You snapped another photo and seemed satisfied with what you found in the display. You turned the camera his direction to see.

Sunlight haloed around him, roses climbing the walls behind his head, out of focus. He looked comfortable. He looked hopeful. A soft small was etched across his features, and he looked madly and irrevocably in love.

“Blue’s your color.” You commented, detaching your lens and packing your things away.

—

Cheap hangers screeched against metal racks, and you pulled another blouse with 80s shoulder pads and held it up.

Steve made a face.

You conceded and replaced it on its rack and kept pushing.

He’d followed you all day, through the cemetery and back through your neighborhood. You tugged on the passenger’s side door handle of his car until it was unlocked, and you’d given him street-by-street instructions on where to go.

You’d inquired about half-a-million things about his life, none of which he was happy to share, but all of which he’d share again if it meant seeing your face light up the way it did when he rolled his eyes.

You found a thrift store along the route and insisted you’d pick an outfit for him if he picked one for you, and he leisurely followed you down each aisle, turning down anything and everything made of satin and silk and printed in florals.

“I really shouldn’t let you peak,” you informed him finally, hand on your hip.

He opened his mouth to protest, but you waved him off.

“Women’s is over there.” You spouted your size. “Don’t make me look ugly.”

He couldn’t if he tried.

With a sigh, he turned to tackle the circular women’s racks. He wondered if he should pull something in your favorite color, or a color that complimented your eyes the same way the peachy pink lipstick did.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Eddie: How’s my girl doing?

My girl. Steve’s heart sunk. He glanced back up at you, arms already teeming with bright yellows and forest greens. He couldn’t believe he’d let himself get lost in today, that he’d forgotten why he was here with you. It wasn’t because you’d asked, it was because he was being paid to keep an eye on you, to ensure your safety.

At that moment, a young man approached you. Steve stiffened and took a handful of strides closer to get a better look and a better listen.

“Is that a camera bag?” He asked. “Very cool.”

His earring jangled beneath a curly blonde mullet: a hipster type. He wore a white tank top and Levis, and his blue eyes darted between you and the clothing rack and back again.

Steve bristled.

“Okay,” the kid spoke again. “This is going to sound like… really weird, but I think I’m following you.”

You looked back up at him, wide-eyed and arms full, but managed a smile and a thank you. There was something else though. Steve saw the way you were looking at the guy, saw the way fear sparked in your features when the kid reached into his back pocket for something - his phone. Suddenly, frantically, you were looking around the store.

“On instagram? I just wanted to say I think your work is incredible.”

Steve was two steps ahead. He swung his arm around your shoulders and brought you in tight, pressing his lips to your temple. “Sorry, babe, the line to the bathroom was surprisingly long. What’d you find me? Oh, who’s this?”

You stiffened before sinking into him, gesturing to the stranger with his phone out. “Steve, he was just telling me he’s a fan of my work. Isn’t that great?”

Steve plastered on a grin and nodded. “She is incredible, isn’t she?”

The kid nodded and put his phone down, features pulled tight in an awkward smile. “Absolutely.”

“You have excellent taste,” Steve glanced down the kid’s body for any sign of a weapon. He extended a hand. “What’s your name, bro?”

You were frozen in your spot. Steve could feel your pulse against his side.

The guy eyed you warily before shaking your guard dog’s hand. “Billy Hargrove.”

“Good to meet you, Billy.”

Billy nodded, though now his expression had pulled into a frown, seemingly a bit miffed to have been interrupted. He straightened his shoulders and turned his focus solely on you. “I really just wanted to say congrats on the gallery opening.”

“Thank you,” your voice came out in a flush of air, and Steve released his hold on you, worried he was squeezing the air from your lungs.

“Good meeting you both, I guess,” Billy shot Steve a look. “I’ll let you get back to it.”

When he left, you deposited armfuls of clothing to the top of the nearest rack. It teetered under the weight.

Steve bent to catch your gaze, but your face was stoic.

You adjusted the strap of your camera bag and sighed. “Pizza? I’m starving.”

—

1 Voicemail

Steve, it’s Hop. Yeah, William Hargrove does have a couple of priors: B&E and a little GTA, but he was a minor. It’s a good lead. I’ve got Callahan heading down to ask him a few questions. Stay safe. Let me know if anything else happens. Stay sharp.

Steve sighed and reentered the small pizzeria.

The pizza lay steaming, untouched in front of you. You sat against a red brick wall, chewing on a thumbnail and scrolling through something on your phone.

As he approached, he could just make out the blurry mirror selfies of a douchebag in a backwards baseball cap. He had a skull tattoo on one bicep and had a difficult time keeping his tongue in his mouth.

Steve cleared his throat, and you locked your phone, screen going black. “Everything okay?”

He pulled out the seat across from you and made about shelving gooey pizza onto each of your plates.

You hummed, but your gaze remained far off, staring at something written in chalk on the menu over his shoulder.

He tugged a handful of napkins from the dispenser and placed one in his lap before passing another to you. Then, he lifted the drooping piece of pizza high enough to manage one scalding bite. Instantly, it torched the roof of his mouth, and his eyes watered in his swallow.

He supposed the pain was worth the uptick he found at the corners of your mouth.

“I was letting it cool,” you explained.

He nodded and chugged some iced soda until a burp pushed its way up his esophagus. He hid that behind a fist and pounded a little at the burn in his chest, but again, it was worth it to see your eyes sparkle like that.

“Don’t move,” you said, reaching into the bag beside you.

Steve froze, as instructed, fingers dangling greasy above his plate.

You camera covered your face, massive lens encroaching in his space in what he knew couldn’t be a flattering angle, but he felt himself melt when he heard your chuckle behind the viewfinder.

“Lemme see,” he said.

You cocked a brow, but flipped the camera to show him the image.

He had a string of cheese on his chin, which he scrambled to wipe off, and the image taken made it look like he had two floppy ears and a long, wagging tail. Frowning, he turned to find a golden retriever had been chalked to the wall directly behind him.

He snorted and wiped his hands on the napkin in his lap. “Glad I can amuse you.”

You nodded, putting your camera away. “Very much.”

A notification lit up your phone. The background was an image of the gallery bustling with people. Steve spotted himself in the foreground, arms crossed, head thrown back in laughter. He remembered speaking with the woman beside him about her kids’ art projects. One had brought home a macaroni necklace the cat ate.

Another notification dinged. Instagram.

Steve glanced up to see you stiffen in your chair. “What’s wrong?”

You blinked, shrugged, plastered on a smile that didn’t meet your eyes. “Nothing. All good.” You dove in to your pizza.

Seeing you hadn’t managed to burn your own mouth, Steve ventured another go. He couldn’t taste much.

The two of you ate in silence, some catchy pop tune absorbing into the brick walls surrounding you both. Your phone continued to light up with notifications, and Steve felt his own buzz in his pocket a few times.

“So,” you said around a mouthful, “tell me something else about you, Steve.”

“Like what?” He wiped at his cheeks with a new napkin.

Before you could pose a question, the song changed overhead to one distinctly familiar. Heavy drums and masterful guitar playing filled the little pizzeria.

That killer smile spread across your features again, and your head began to bob along to the track. You pulled a pepperoni from your slice, stretching the cheese with it, and popped it between slick lips, licking your fingertips.

“How did you and Eddie meet?”

Steve licked his teeth clean and dished you both another slice. “At a party, through a mutual friend.”

You rolled your wrist for him to elaborate, taking another large bite.

He shrugged and peeled a rogue pepperoni from the tray. “We have this friend name Chrissy Cunningham.”

“The cam girl?” You dropped your pizza.

Steve warmed under your gaze, wishing he could read your mind. He wondered how much information to tell you, wondered what might spook you, wondered what Eddie had undoubtedly already let slip.

He cleared his throat and picked at some rogue cheese on the plate. “So, Chrissy invited me to this house party, and it was in his huge ass house way out in the suburbs, and there were all of these famous people there, like so many I couldn’t even process it. It felt like I was in my television, like MTV growing up.”

You smiled and nodded, taking a sip of your soda.

“And there was this asshole from Corroded Coffin coked out of his mind -” Steve stopped himself. He wasn’t sure if Eddie had told you about the Coke Years.

You cocked a brow, leaning forward, seemingly intrigued by this salacious story.

Steve swallowed his words and leaned a little on his elbows. “Anyway, we got in a fight.”

“Like a fist fight?” Your eyes went wide.

Steve nodded. He could still feel the satisfying crunch of Eddie’s teeth before the lanky ass guitarist hit the ground. “I used to fight a lot. Daddy issues.”

You laughed at that, a barked sound that sent his heart racing.

He smiled and shrugged. “Anyway, he got my number from Chrissy and called me the next day to tell me I was hired.”

“He didn’t ask?” You frowned.

Steve shrugged, picked up a new slice to take a bite. “Eddie Munson has a way of getting what he wants.”

You hummed and glanced down at your phone as another notification illuminated the screen.

“I sometimes think he’s just a curator of really great people,” Steve said, tilting his head to catch your gaze.

You smiled at that and took another slice of pizza from the tray. “He told me you saved his life.”

Steve could still smell the mix of sweat and cigarettes that clung to his clothes, could still feel the clammy cold skin of his friend’s cheeks, could still feel his fingers hit the back of the other boy’s throat.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

The bodyguard set down his pizza and wiped his hands on his napkin before answering.

“Hello?”

“Steve? It’s Powell. That Hargrove kid was acting shady so Callahan took him in. It’s looking good that he might be our guy, but just to be safe, is there anywhere you can take her tonight, just in case?”

Steve watched you watch him from across the table. “Yeah, yeah I could take her to mine.”

—

Steve hoped you hadn’t felt this vulnerable when unlocking your own door and pushing it open to let him in.

The moment he followed you over the threshold to his apartment, he second-guessed everything he owned.

The place was a wreck of pizza boxes piled near the front door. The whisky bottle Robin had bought him was next to an open, but dead laptop. He really had just up and abandoned everything when you called.

“This is it,” he introduced the space, feeling itchy under your scrutiny while you looked around.

His leather couch had a Joyce-crocheted blanket tossed over the back. He was grateful for the coffee table books gifted and stacked neatly where they belonged. Quickly, he crunched the open bag of chips left in the seam of the couch and stuffed it into an overflowing snack cabinet.

“I like it,” you nodded, taking a few steps forward to the window, gesturing for permission. “How’s your view?”

He shrugged, scratched at the back of his head. “Not great. Big buildings and fire escapes.”

“There’s beauty in that.” You smiled, slipping the blinds open to peer through.

Light spilled in, caressing your cheekbones and shining through your hair.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

If Robin were here, she’d kick him.

You hummed, satisfied by what you found, and turned to face him. “Mind if I use your bathroom?”

His bathroom was worse than he thought. He scrambled to scoop dried toothpaste from the sink and re-roll toilet paper that had gone rogue. Not one, but three sets of boxer-briefs were discarded on a navy blue rug. Thank God Robin had reminded him to scrub the toilet before she came to visit.

“Smells like you in here,” you mumbled from the hallway as you swapped spaces.

Steve warmed.

“Your aftershave,” you said with mischief in your eyes. “Give me a minute?”

Bumbling like an idiot, he gave you space and wandered down the hall to him room, once again scrambling to pick up piles of clothes.

Steve: We’re at my apartment. Why didn’t you tell me how disgusting I am?

Robin: I do every time I’m there, dingus. When’s the last time you had a girl over?

Steve: Please don’t make me feel worse.

Dirty dishes went from the nightstand to the sink, and he made about loading his little dishwasher. The kitchen was easy to tidy in piles. Luckily the garbage didn’t smell too bad.

After a long, quiet while, he glanced up from his phone to find the bathroom open and abandoned. Dim light splashed into the hall from his room. With a frown, he toed down the hall to find you admiring photos pinned to a cork board above his dresser.

“Can I help you?”

You shrugged and smiled. “I showed you mine.”

He wondered if you found his bedroom to suit him as much as yours had suited you. He glanced around at a plaid duvet, lightweight curtains, the baseball bat he kept at his bedside.

“Is this Robin?” You tapped your fingertips to a polaroid of him and his best friend, faces squished in smiles.

He nodded.

“She’s pretty.”

He nodded again, shoving his hands in his pockets to avoid the temptation to tangle his fingers with yours. “She’s single if you’re looking.”

“I just might be,” you shot him a sly look.

Steve warmed at the idea, a challenge stirring under his ribs.

“What’s on this?” Your hand found the SD card. “Top secret files? Blackmail?”

Heart racing now, he shrugged. “You tell me. It’s yours.”

You frowned back at him.

Cat’s out of the bag now. “You gave it to me at the hometown after party.”

You played with the tiny card in your hand for a moment. “You were supposed to give it back.”

Steve’s mouth went dry, he shook his head. “I’m sorry, I must have pulled it out of my pocket and forgot it was there.”

You shook your head and looked up at him. “No, at the party. You were supposed to come find me at some point. Did I… was it not obvious?”

His pulse thundered in his head.

You just blinked back at him, expressionless like you hadn’t just confirmed everything he’d been doubting for months now.

His mouth just hung open like an idiot until he rubbed some feeling back into his face and willed himself closer

You continued to weigh the SD card in each of your hands, and he held his breath as you inched nearer. Your boots rested between his sneakers. “When you had me sign that NDA - “

Steve’s phone rang in his back pocket, a loud ringtone that came with the device that he hadn’t heard since he bought the thing. He must have accidentally taken it off silence when he was doing the dishes.

Cursing, he pulled it out to see an unknown number. He slid the answer button. “Hello?”

“Stevie? It’s Lizzie!” A familiar voice cooed from the other line, a little scattered, a little broken. “Where the hell are you?”

Steve stared back down at you, breath heavy in his chest. “I’m in Chicago. Where are you?”

“Backstage with this fucker who tells me he’s met the love of his life. Is that true? And if that’s the case, where are you? I need a good cock to sit on.” A hair-raising cackle preceded a shuffle.

He could feel your warmth now, smell the peppermint on your breath, the lavender in your hair.

“Harrington? It’s me, it’s Eddie. You there?”

In a flash, he saw his friend bent over a pile of vomit, strapped to a gurney, disappearing behind red and blue lights.

“I’m here.” Steve muttered.

“You got my girl, Stevie? Keeping her safe? Put her on.”

Wordlessly, Steve held the phone loft between you, putting it on speaker.

“Sugar, you there?”

You blinked back at him before glancing down at the device. “I’m here, Eds.”

“God, I miss you both. England isn’t the same without you. I’ve been telling everyone here about you, Sug. You’ve probably gotten a million offers today just from me bragging about you. I’m really proud of you, you know that right?”

“Thanks, Eds.” You breathed.

Steve pushed the phone into your hand and trailed his thumb down your wrist, catching goosebumps all the way to the crease of your elbow. He hated the sour taste that accompanied every word Munson said.

“Recorded a song about you today. I got very jealous hearing Simon sing about you.”

Steve let his hand fall to his side before he gestured back down the hallway and let you have your privacy. His hand tingled, and he flexed it in a vain attempt to shake away your touch.

—

Hopper: Got him, kid. Great job. Tell the girl she can rest easy.

—

You were all-encompassing, everything above and around him, a tight pull that had him on the verge of combustion. You were silky smooth, and soft mews spilled from between plush lips as you sunk down onto him, head cast back to expose the beautiful column of your throat.

Steve’s hand was pressed to your bare sternum, dwarfing your frame as he extended his touch to every part of you, desperate to squeeze and caress while the stars began to spin behind his eyes.

Directly above him, you were mirrored, the steady push and pull of your bodies, the rucking of his hips on white satin sheets for all the world to see.

He breathed your name, whined it really, in desperation, begging for you to go faster, to slow down, he didn’t know, he just felt the curl of his stomach, his toes, the building of that climax about to burst.

And then he heard the thunk, a distinct crash of glass and pill bottles from the adjacent suite bathroom.

He took two steps inward to find the Devil himself lying motionless beside the bathtub. Scarlet red skin, cloven feet, two horns that jutted from beneath jet black curls.

Steve shook his head, feeling the weight of something in each of his hands. An empty pill bottle and a fifth of whisky. You did this.

No, no, no, no. Steve knelt beside the man, slapping ruby red cheeks, shaking at a studded leather jacket. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He pried the man’s mouth open to expose pointed fangs.

“Guess you’ll have to take my place,” the man said, eyes wide and ice blue. “You’re the Devil now.”

—

“Holy fucking shit,” Robin exclaimed, all limbs, blocking the aisle in a local bookstore.

Steve shushed her and pulled a photography book off the shelf. He wondered if you were familiar, if you’d thumbed through the pages with a glass of wine in hand, curled into your futon, maybe you were wearing a nightgown… Jesus Christ.

“You had a Wet Nightmare?”

“Not quite as satisfying as it sounds.”

Robin made a face of disgust. “Please spare me.”

Steve sighed and returned the book to its shelf, pressing on through the aisles as though he had something to look for that didn’t remind him of you.

His best friend rounded to the other shelf, freckled face exposed when he removed the next book. He sighed and replaced it to cover her grin.

“So, what do you think it means?” She asked, having returned to his side and looped her lanky arm through his.

“I don’t know, Rob,” he ran a hand through his hair.

“I mean, it feels pretty obvious.”

He rolled his eyes. “Enlighten me.”

With a tug of his arm, she twirled him to face her. Sun poured in from a skylight, warm and yellow, illuminating the blue in Robin’s eyes. Steve wondered if you would capture a moment like this.

“You feel immense guilt over trying to steal Eddie’s girl when you promised him you’d make her fall in love with him.”

Moment ruined.

Steve palmed her face and shoved her away.

She swatted at his arm and chased him past the meow of a little ginger shop cat and down a new aisle.

“I’m not trying to steal her,” he muttered when she finally caught up.

“I know you’re not, dingus. You’re much to chivalrous for that crap.” Robin nodded, rubbing a circle into his shoulder.

Steve hummed and pulled a book from the shelf, too heavy, probably a million pages, with a dragon on the cover. The dragon’s eyes were wreathed in flame, his scarlet scarlet. He shelved it. “You should have seen his face.”

“The Devil on the ground? He wasn’t real, babe.”

Steve rubbed at tired eyes and shook his head. “No, Eddie. It’s like, the second he realized he might lose her, he freaked. And I think the most irritating part is that I felt it too. I thought she was going to run and that I’d never see her again because I have to pick him.”

Robin nodded, sliding a book from the shelf to read the back cover. “And why do you feel like you have to pick him?”

Steve swallowed. He knew the answer. It had been nagging at him for days, spinning around in his skull with images of those empty bottles, those tile floors. “Because he needs me.”

His best friend kept her face incredibly expressionless as she flipped through the novel in her hands. Then, with a sigh, she said, “I’m going to ask this will all of the love and understanding in the world. Do you think maybe you need him because something inside of you needs to feel needed?”

Steve didn’t respond, just felt his molars grit around the pang in his chest when her insight hit the nail on the head.

Robin replaced the book on the shelf. “Eddie’s a big boy. He’s grown a lot over the years, thanks to you, and I know he just wants what’s best for you. I think he’ll understand.”

“You think he’ll understand that I’m trying to steal his girl?”

She shot him a look. “I thought you weren’t.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I think when you talk to him, he’ll understand why you can’t be his wingman this time.” She shrugged, turning the corner down another aisle. Books were stacked to the ceiling near an open stockroom, and her fingertips etched the spines.

“Remind me why you came to town? To torture me?” Steve leaned against a big rolling ladder, locked into place.

“I missed you, idiot,” she pinched his cheek and carried on into Science Fiction.

He swatted her away and followed. His phone felt heavy in his pocket, words left unsaid between the two of you, a wordless trek to the gallery. You thanked him at drop-off. You promised him you’d call if anything came up and that you felt safer knowing Hargrove was locked up. Steve promised you he’d have a good time with Robin and that he was happy you felt safe.

Neither of you said anything about the SD card, about the phone call with Eddie.

Maybe Robin was right, maybe he should call his friend. Maybe he should fly back to London with Robin, leave you and the city behind for a while, clear his head.

“So tell me about this gala.” Robin interrupted his thoughts, hands somehow already full.

With a sigh, Steve took her haul under his own arm. “Some charity is auctioning off her pieces and invited her to be in attendance.”

“That’s very cool. Are you still going?”

He glanced down at the titles in his hands, shrugged. “I don’t have to. I can tell her you want to spend your time here with me. I’m sure she’d understand.”

“And miss all of the aftermath drama? Hell no! You are going, Harrington and you are staying all night. Mainly because I’m going to bring a girl back with me and I need you to not kill the mood with your melancholia.” She gestured to his person and held out another book for him to take.

“These aren’t all going to fit in your suitcase,” he pointed out.

She shot him a look.

“Why do you get to bring a girl back to my apartment?”

“You had your chance, Harrington, and you ended up on the couch. Time to let the master show you how it’s done.”

He watched as she strolled through the aisles toward an attractive young woman with a curled bob and overalls. Robin commented on the stack of books in her hand, and the girl chuckled. Moments later, Robin was slipping her phone from her pocket and into the girl’s hand.

Steve shook his head, mouth agape, as she offered him a little wink and gestured for him to hurry and follow her to the register.

—

You: Headed home. Thanks for everything.

—

Steve winced as Robin pushed her little wooden stick into his cuticle. He wasn’t sure how she’d talked him into it, probably guilt tripped him, but they sat cross-legged across his coffee table with beer and chips and the sting of acetone and nail polish.

“Okay, hypothetical scenario for you,” Robin continued her assault on his nail beds, tonguing the corner of her mouth for concentration on his pinky. “Let’s say you call Eddie right now, tell him you’re in love with her, and he realizes he doesn’t want her as bad as you do. So he moves on. He hooks up with Lizzie or finds another girl in the UK who is far more metal or far more Lord of the Rings elf, right up his alley.”

“Where are you going with this?” Steve groaned.

“Let me finish,” she poked at the back of his hand for emphasis before dripping a tincture of oil onto his fingertips. “So he falls madly in love, right? And they deserve each other. And your girl is sad because Eddie broke her heart. What do you do?”

Steve shook his head, not willing to play games that’ll get his hopes up.

“You’d comfort her. Because you don’t like the people you love to be in pain.”

“Like Eddie if I told him I was in love with his girl.”

As if on cue, Steve’s phone buzzed on the table between them. Munson’s picture lit up the screen, and before Steve had a chance to snatch it off the table, Robin answered.

“Speak of the Devil,” she said.

“And he shall appear,” Eddie finished. “Hey, Buckley, how’s my favorite world traveler?”

“Jet lagged,” she managed a weak smile, circles dark under her eyes. Steve tried to force her into a nap, but she was insistent in staying up.

“I bet,” Munson laughed. “You are with Harrington, right? Or have you finally stolen his identity?”

“I’m here,” Steve sighed, paint fumes making him dizzy.

“Oh good. Where’s Sug?”

“On her way home from the gallery,” Steve glanced at the clock, making a mental note to check in on you. You should be home by now.

“I’m not going to ask why you aren’t with her, but I guess this is a good opportunity to ask how our plot is working. She in love with me yet?”

Robin made eyes at him like he ought to tell the truth, those “if you don’t tell him, I will” eyes.

He made a face back.

She opened her mouth to start talking.

“What’s up, Munson? Isn’t it late there?”

“Coward.” Robin mouthed.

He rolled his eyes, resisted running his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, did you guys get my packages?”

“What deliveries?”

“Becky didn’t call you down?”

Steve blinked back at Robin’s teasing expression for a moment longer before Eddie’s sentence made sense. “Oh, we haven’t been back to the loft since you left.”

“Why the hell not? There’s full security, a door man, a reception desk, and we installed that huge lock. Not to mention, there’s enough beds for all of you. Robin, tell him to let go of his pride and let you sleep in a King sized bed.”

“What he said,” Robin nodded fervently.

Steve rolled hie eyes. “What packages?”

“I bought Sugar a dress for the gala. Robin, I’m actually glad I’ve got you. I’m looking at earrings right now. Do rubies say ‘I love you but I’m not desperate’?”

Steve stomach churned.

Robin’s eyes went wide, and then her face went through a myriad of emotions before settling on, “Sure. Yes, definitely go with rubies.”

“Shit, are her ears even pierced?”

“Yes.” He hated that he knew that, hated that he watched you loop a silver hoop just before the gallery opening, hated that he wanted to press his nose to the spot where your pulse met your jaw.

Robin snorted, all accusation and face hidden in her bright blue nail polish.

“Great. I’m having Angelo make - a tux. You haven’t - beefier since our last -?”

Call waiting beeped over his voice. Steve glanced down to see Hopper’s name, no photo attached.

“Eds, I’m going to have to call you back. Hopper’s on the other line.”

Before his friend had a chance to ask questions, he switched lines.

“Hello?”

“Steve, Jim Hopper here. Listen, I’ve got your girl at the station. She’s fine, just a little shaken up. She asked me not to call you, but I’m not letting her leave here without you.”

—

Hopper’s precinct hadn’t been updated since the 80s. Bricks painted yellow cast sallow shadows on the faces of everyone who shuffled papers around a small office. Florence greeted them with a friendly smile and the smell of stale coffee.

The thundering of Steve’s heartbeat hadn’t quieted since Hopper’s phone call. Robin was up and pulling his jacket off the rack before he even had a second to ask Hop for context, and the two of them split from his apartment and rushed down rainy sidewalks to get there.

Flo buzzed them in, past a glass divider and into a small room with desks stacked with bobble heads and baseballs. Just beyond was an office with a plaque reading Jim Hopper, and a gruff voice asked, “what?” when her knuckled wrapped on the hard wood.

The door opened to reveal a hulking frame behind the desk, broad shoulders and a bushy mustache. A coffee cup steamed in his hand.

Across from him, you sat in a little aluminum chair, your own hands wrapped around a ceramic mug, shoulders slumped. You turned to see who had entered, eyes glassy. “Steve?”

“Sorry, kid, didn’t want to let you loose on your own.” Hopper confessed.

Prodded by Robin, Steve took a few tiny steps into the office and knelt beside you.

Your hands trembled around the mug. A tear escaped the corner of your eye and began to streak the side of your face.

He caught it with his knuckles, brushing it into the hair on your temple. “Are you alright?”

You wiped frantically at your other cheek and nose, straightening your shoulders up and away from his touch. You set the cup onto Hopper’s desk. “I’m fine.”

Steve teetered back on the balls of his feet and pulled himself to stand. “Want to tell me what happened?”

You avoided his gaze, instead nodding to the Chief to tell your story.

“In her building, some guy said hi to her, and when she got to her door, more roses and this,” Hopper slid a card across the desk for Steve to read.

Your name was scrawled in red marker and on the inside, more images of you and Eddie, these taken during your gallery opening.

Eddie’s sunglasses were pulled down his long nose, tongue to his canines in a sly grin, hand tucked gripping your waist. You were swatting at him, just as giddy. Only the same red slash mark through your throat had pierced the paper. This time, the artist only got more graphic in his illustrations on the following couple of photos. Enough to churn Steve’s stomach.

“What the fuck?” Robin hissed.

Steve shot her a look over your head.

The poem went as follows:

Roses are red

I thought you’d been warned

I must make you understand

That you will be harmed

“What did this guy look like? Have you seen him before?” Steve tossed the card back to Hopper.

You shrugged, rubbed at the exhaustion in your eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe? He had these blue eyes. They looked so familiar, but I can’t place him.”

“We’re thinking Hargrove’s got an accomplice, maybe a brother or cousin. Seems like his dad’s a total dick, so it’s not out of the realm of possibilities. We’re looking into it. Think he doubled-down when we took him in.” Hopper explained.

Steve nodded. “We’re going to Munson’s. There’s triple the security there, high quality CCTV. She’ll be safe there.”

You looked up at him then, something terse hardened your jaw and your gaze. When Steve frowned, you looked away again.

“Good, you all try to get some rest. I’m going to send some guys to have eyes on you, too. Call me if anything changes.”

Steve nodded again. “You too.”

You stood before anyone could prompt you and thanked Hopper. You rounded the chair the opposite side of Steve to charge out of the room, but halted abruptly when you found your way was blocked by a leggy blonde in Steve’s denim jacket.

“Oh, hi,” Robin gulped, glanced up at Steve and back to you. “I’m Robin.”

You introduced yourself, voice softer than he had ever heard, a shell of yourself. You glanced back over your shoulder at Steve, looking so small and so lost.

—

Your skin was supple and smooth beneath his palms, throat extended to he could kiss the dip where your jaw met your earlobe. A mewl escaped plump, bitten lips. Steve growled into your clavicle and pressed you tighter into the pane of glass.

“Eddie,” you breathed.

Steve blinked and pulled back from you, that familiar pang of jealousy tight under his sternum.

He trailed your arm to your hand tangled in a mess of curls. Eddie knelt between your thighs, curling your toes.

Steve’s heart raced in his chest, and then you were grabbing him, pulling him back to you.

“Steve,” you gasped in his ear, clutching at his shoulders, raking fingernails along the muscles of his back.

He groaned and buried his face in your chest once more.

Then gravity gave out.

A crash of glass cracked and splintered the pane behind you and the three of you were falling, spiraling downward, endlessly, terminal velocity to a ground that never came. Steve couldn’t fly to you fast enough, watching you float further and further away, fingertips grasping for his own. Eddie clung to his knee, screaming for him to get you, to save you, that he needs you. Help him, Steve, help him.

You hit the ground first.

—

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” You whispered, clutching a glass of water in both hands. You stood at the window, city lights painting you in deep reds and yellows.

Steve’s heart raced, nightmare having startled him upright on the sofa. He was drenched in sweat, t-shirt clinging and faux fur blanket wrapped around his waist. He gulped and gestured for you to come sit, anything to get you away from the glass. “Everything okay?”

You shrugged and glanced out at the world once more before taking cautious steps toward him. You perched on the very edge of a plum velour chair, the back rising up and over your head like a throne, blanketing you in shadow.

“You want to talk about it?” His voice was hoarse. He wondered if he’d been yelling. He hope he hadn’t woken you.

“I don’t want to wake Robin.” You whispered.

He rubbed at the sleep in his eyes and glanced upward to the loft stairs. “Nothing can wake Robin. Plus, she’s jet lagged. What’s going on?”

You hesitated for several long moments before you spoke again, voice still soft, but above a whisper. “I looked through every single one of my Instagram followers and Billy’s and none of them were that guy. I just feel like I know him from somewhere. I thought maybe he was at the gallery opening, so I went through the guest list and my client list. He’s not in there. Maybe it’s just a guy who lives in my building, and that’s how I recognize him. I don’t know, Steve, I just feel like I’m going crazy here.”

“You’re not.”

“And I know it’s safer here, but sleeping in that big bed all by myself just pisses me off. I kept catching the reflection of my phone in those stupid mirrors, and I just feel like I’m being reminded of what a fucking idiot I am.”

“You’re not,” Steve repeated.

“No, I think I am. I don’t know what I was thinking, maybe that because I’m such a nobody, I’m impervious to all of the other shit that comes with sleeping with a rockstar. I just thought it couldn’t touch me. Paparazzi, fans, whatever. I’m just a girl with a camera like they are. I’m just being young and having fun. Nothing and no one can hurt me. Fucking stupid.”

“It’s not,” Steve shook his head.

“And I thought telling myself it was casual every single day would keep me at arm’s length, but that’s not how emotions work. I can’t just stop how I feel or who I’m in love with or -” You went silent in your chair.

Steve felt the pang in his chest again, like a cloven hoof crashing through bone and muddling his organs. He glanced at the pane of glass, vaguely wondered how easy it’d be to crash through.

“I just,” you took a deep breath. Your exhaled was so shaky, he thought you might be crying, but he couldn’t see beyond the veil of shadow. “I just want to catch this guy so I can decide how to keep living my life.”

“We will.”

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Eddie: Send me a photo of you in that tux. I need spank bank material.

—

Steve felt ridiculous with the luggage cart of packages he wheeled out of the elevator to Munson’s front door. Everything had been opened in front of Becky’s curious gaze, tissue paper torn to ensure no weapons or bombs had replaced the thousands of dollars worth of merchandise Eddie had purchased the day before.

He’d almost walked away without the coffee when Becky called his name to remind him. He thanked her, grabbing the drink carrier, and before he could walk away, she extended a hand with a lime sticky note pressed to her index finger.

“In case you need anything else,” she shrugged.

Front Desk Becky was scrawled across the note above a ten digit phone number.

Steve felt his face flush, but smiled and slipped it into his pocket. He nodded. “Thanks, Becky. I’ll see you around.”

Seemingly satisfied with his response, she nodded and buzzed to unlock the elevator.

He keyed in the six digit code to Eddie’s place and the door slipped open with ease. He thought about shouting for Robin to help him, but seeing your bedroom door closed, he figured it’d be best not to wake you. He decided instead to slip inside unheard.

Dumping keys on the side table and toeing out of his shoes, he made for the kitchen before lurching to a halt at the end of the hallway upon hearing Robin’s voice.

“I don’t mean to pry, but I have to know the answer to this before Steve gets back and tells us to shut up.”

Steve’s heart began to thud in his chest. He had half a mind to tell her to shut up right now.

“Shoot,” you chuckled, a low sound that sent his stomach doing cartwheels.

“Is Eddie like… a freak in bed? Is that why you stick around? Because I knew him in his Lord of the Rings phase and honestly, you are way out of his league. So it must be the kinky shit keeping you here, right?”

Steve’s head hit the wall at his best friend’s tact.

“Honestly?” You laughed. “He’s the total opposite of his… persona, I guess you could call it. He’s so sweet and tender. He’ll never try anything new without talking about it first. He makes you feel so… seen, I guess? Like you’re the only woman in the entire world and he just wants to make you feel desired.”

Steve closed his eyes and tried not to remember all of the moments he’d walked in on, all of the stolen kisses and whispered promises.

“Well you’re a very lucky girl. The way he talks about you, I think he really does love you.” Robin’s voice lingered, like maybe she was asking it instead of stating it, gauging a reaction.

Steve didn’t know how much more he could hear.

“Okay, my turn to ask you,” your tone shifted, conversation alleviated of its tension. “You’ve known Steve forever, right? So you must have gained some insight from the women in his life.”

The bodyguard’s face warmed.

“Oh boy, where do I start?”

“No, it’s fine, Robin, I got it.” Steve said a little too loudly, rounding the corner into the living quarters. The large windows poured in the light of a foggy morning. He made eye contact with Robin, and he could tell from her expression she knew he’d heard everything.

“Do you need help?” She asked, uncrossing her legs on the sofa.

He shook his head and smiled, “I got it. Here’s your coffee.”

She took his drink with mumbled gratitude.

Then he pulled yours from the carrier to slip between your soft fingers. “Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Fine. You?” You hadn’t.

“Good, yeah,” he nodded. He hadn’t either after his nightmare. He sat up scouring the internet for any and all suspects. He knew you were, too, yards away in that big bed all by yourself.

“Can we start digging into those presents from Eddie?” Robin cut the tension. “It feels like Christmas, and he promised he’d buy me something too. I wanna know what I got.”

Steve gestured for the entry hall and sipped his own coffee, too hot and too bitter for such a grey morning.

You feigned a laugh, allowing Robin to pull you up by the wrist.

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1 Voicemail

Steve. It’s Hopper. No leads yet. Munson’s driver has been vetted, and the building security staff. We’ll have patrol cars out front as well as guys posted near the exits. I’d been packing if you got it. I don’t think Brenner’s affiliated, but we’re taking all necessary precautions. Joyce wants pictures. Stay safe.

—

A valet opened the door and Steve hopped out of the large SUV before you, extending a hand to help you down and onto the pavement of the function hall. You teetered a little on your heels as you began to ascend the stone steps, but Steve ensured the crook of his elbow was there to stabilize you.

Cameras flashed, and you clung to him like a life raft, a panicked look etched across your features.

“Relax. I’ve got you,” he muttered into your hair when you reached the massive front doors.

Coming to a coat room, your worn leather jacket was slipped from your bare shoulders, and your white invitation was exchanged for a numbered stub that Steve slipped from your fingers to stash in the inside pocket of his tuxedo.

You didn’t wait for him to proceed into the massive event space, marble pillars standing hundreds of feet tall on either side of you.

Say what you will about Eddie Munson, but the man had style.

Your dress was the perfect shade of burgundy to match the rubies dangling from your earlobes. It billowed with each step, yet maintaining enough structure to hug and accentuate every beautiful curve. The silk garment left your shoulders bare, the expanse of your beautiful skin exposed and gathering goosebumps as you entered the vast space.

Steve suffered the same goosebumps when you’d both stepped out from your designated dressing spaces, you in your dress and heels, he in his all-black ensemble. The two of you just took a breath to stop and stare, a moment suspended in time.

For half a second, he was tempted to sweep you off your feet, to crash his lips into yours and never let you go. He took two strides closer. You did the same, fingers tangling with nerves or excitement or anticipation, that familiar glint of mischief in your eye.

“Alright, I’ll say it,” Robin sliced into the moment. “I’d fuck both of you. Right now, if you’d like?”

You laughed, head thrown back, dark lipstick accentuating your sparkling white teeth. He’d pay to feel them sink into him.

Now, he remained two strides behind, giving you space to relax, to take in your surroundings, to lead the charge.

Your name was called from nearby, and he watched every muscle in you tighten and release when you looked over to find Martin Brenner, host of the gala, with his hand outstretched to you.

You accepted and allowed a kiss to the height of your cheekbone.

Brenner introduced you to a handful of guests surrounding them. Steve tried to memory-bank their names and faces. All of them older, none of them had blue eyes.

“This is my date, Steve Harrington,” you extended your hand now, and your bodyguard fell into place beside you, shaking hands and offering curt nods.

“You work in the music industry, do I have that right?” Brenner sized him up, squared shoulders and pursed lips.

Steve spared a glance your direction, felt himself tighten at the fear in your gaze.

Brenner shrugged, let a smug smile slip onto his features. “Background checks. We want to ensure our get-togethers are safe. I’m sure you understand. You’re in security, right?”

Steve nodded, tight-lipped. “I appreciate your diligence.”

Brenner’s smile widened at this. “Good man. Your job must feel grueling, all of those late nights, traveling the world. Have you ever considered settling down? Maybe taking a stationery position somewhere? I’m always looking to expand my security team.” He nodded to indicate men with earpieces scattered throughout the floor.

Your fingers gripped Steve’s bicep tighter. He smiled and shrugged. “I tend to thrive in chaotic circumstances.”

Brenner seemed to appreciate his response, but glanced over his shoulder with a nod. “Well, it was fantastic seeing you both again. Hopefully I’ll catch up later. More guests to greet. Please, help yourself to some drinks.” And he was off.

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Several champagne flutes had found their way into your hands and then abandoned on tables, still full, while you met and greeted dozens of Chicago’s elite. Steve recognized a few faces, elbows he’d knocked before, and tried to impress you, when he could, with introductions. He couldn’t help but delight in the way your timid smile grew with each compliment.

“You’re doing great,” he managed to whisper between senators and lobbyists.

That smile had his stomach doing somersaults.

“When I saw your piece, I cried,” another woman said, clutching your arm with diamond encrusted fingers. “I’m serious. I thought, ‘that’s it. That’s my city.’ Your work is amazing. Isn’t her work amazing?”

Steve nodded and smiled. “Her eye is incredible. I feel the same way every time I look at it.”

“It’s not enough that her work has to be beautiful though, I mean, will you look at her?” The woman’s secretary pitched in.

“Isn’t she breathtaking?” He agreed. The soft candlelight wrapped you in warmth, reflecting off smooth skin and the sheen of your dress. If only they knew what you looked like in a t-shirt, hair tossed to the top of your head, sipping a lavender latte.

“You’re a very lucky man.”

“I am,” he nodded.

“Ladies, will you excuse us? I think I need a little air.” You tugged at his forearm, and the woman chirped and cooed goodbyes.

When you finally stepped into the hallway, breeze brisk from outside, you rounded on him.

“Why did you make me sign that NDA?”

Steve blinked, whiplashed at your change in demeanor. After the first exchange, he noticed your shoulders relax, that light come back into your eyes. Now, you were all harsh angles and spat words. “What?” He shook his head.

“I gave you the SD card and told you to come find me, as in, come talk to me, as in, I’m interested in you, Harrington. I thought I made it pretty fucking clear. And then I met Eddie and started talking to him, and he told me I had to talk to his security guard to sign the NDA, and I don’t know I guess a part of me really hoped you would talk me out of it and convince me to go home with you instead, but you didn’t.”

Steve glanced around the hall at on-lookers before gripping your hips and pushing you back into a more secluded corner.

“Don’t touch me,” you huffed.

He released you immediately, hands threading through his hair while his brain tried to catch up with everything you’d said.

“And now I’m getting death threats and am terrified for my life, and Eddie Munson is in love with me, and I can’t even reciprocate even though he’s the most genuine, sweetest man I know because part of me is still holding out hope that you feel the same way about me as I do about you.” You hissed, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one could eavesdrop on this onslaught of confessions.

Steve felt his jaw go slack, but only in the way he can feel his hands go numb if he’s been laying at a weird angle on an airplane. Everything buzzed and his ears popped and his heart thundered in his ears.

“So why did you make me sign the NDA?”

He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond, couldn’t find words past. “I don’t know.”

You were trembling, breath shallow as you slipped one hand into his, the other tucked up under his lapel. “Do you feel..” You glanced up at him through long, thick eyelashes.

He swallowed, nodded, allowed his hand to caress the small of your waist. Your smooth dress caught on calloused fingers.

“So kiss me,” you tilted your head, breath warm on his face.

He traced circles into your hand with his thumb.

“Steve,” you breathed. “Kiss me.”

Your name cut through the air too loud, too disruptive, ripping through you.

“The woman of the hour, have you seen her? I heard she came out this way. I simply must compliment her on her work.”

Steve’s blood ran cold at the sound, and he turned on his heel to find a man in an all-white tuxedo, a menacing grin splitting his features.

“Oh, Harrington, right? Good to see you.” Jason Carver extended his hand.

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[A/N: Dun dun dunnnnn. I think I might be in love with him. Steve. Just for clarificaiton. xoxo]

#steve harrington fic #hell hound fic #steve harrington x reader #bodyguard!steve harrington #bodyguard!steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader x eddie munson #steve harrington

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pandafishao3 · 1 year ago

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Throwback Rec List

I love that I get new readers with every new fic I write, but I also put together a list of my own little favourites from my AO3 that has started to disappear a little in the mass of fics! Sometimes I get asked to write about a specific theme and I actually already have a fic or two on that theme, so I thought it could be nice to bring a few older ones back :) Hope you can find something you like!

Show me how you burlesque

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Bucky is war veteran with a new prosthetic arm and bad sexual frustration who's trying to learn how to let people close. Steve is a burlesque dancer in an all-male club, and he wants to get to know Bucky better.

You can read it here.

Author's note: I love the movie "Burlesque" and I reeeally wanted to make something of that, I'm very happy with the aestethic of this fic!

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I think we're the same

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator choose not to use archive warnings

Bucky is a teenage mutant with a steel arm and the ability to control metal. Having just moved to Brooklyn to a new high school, he's moody and angry and convinced he's the only freak hiding in plain sight. Until a scrawny kid called Steve suddenly interrupts his lunch. The biggest problem isn't the question on whether Steve is a mutant or not - the problem is that Bucky has absolutely no idea what to do about the fact that he is inexplicably hot.

You can read it here.

Authors note: Honestly I just wanted to write some shameless tentacle sex and it turned out to be the best smut scene I ever written, probably.

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I could love you with my eyes closed (kiss you with a blindfold)

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Nothing really matters to Bucky, after he comes back from his last tour in a pointless war. When another veteran, Billy Russo, offers him a work that turns out not to be as legal as one might think, Bucky doesn’t care. There’s only one single thing that he does care about these days – and that is the fact that ever since he saw Steve Rogers across a crowded room, everything changed. And Steve might not know who he is, but Bucky still stalks him with the passion of a man in love and he knows that one day, that tiny little blond will be his.

OR: Bucky is a stalker and Steve just wants to be loved right

You can read it here.

Author's note: Gosh but I just love a stalker theme. Also, for this I weaved together the universe of Captain America, Daredevil, the Punisher AND The Iceman, which is one of my all time favourite Chris Evans movies.

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Day 3 of Kinktober: Puppy Play

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: No warchive warnings apply

Steve has a problem with masturbation, and Bucky helps him by letting him be a sweet, obedient puppy for him. Now he’s coming home from work and is met by an excited puppy wanting to play. First, Bucky needs to check him over and make sure he behaved.

You can read it here.

Author's note: Oh this is truly one of my faves, I wanted to do this for such a long time. 24/7 puppy play is just yum.

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Day 15 of Kinktober: Monster Fucking

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator choose not to use archive warnings

“You had a question for me” Bucky said to the strange creature in the water. The tentacle wriggled and then pulled back a little. Bucky found himself missing it. “I do” the cecaelia before him said calmly. Yet then his brow furrowed just the slightest and he tilted his head, as if he was measuring Bucky out. The water rippled softly about him in the misty night as he moved half a feet backwards, floating effortlessly. “My siren sisters told me of one sailor that did not seem to listen to their song. One who did not move closer, but rather kept away. It is not often my sisters come across a man they cannot spellbound. And my question is, if that young sailor might have been you?” he asked.

Or; Bucky is a pirate whose ship is attacked by mermaids, but he makes it out alive. That night, a cecaelia calling himself 'Steve' visits him, wanting to get to know him better.

Shameless tentacle sex.

You can read it here.

Author's note: Also something I had wanted to do for such a long time, I just love cecaelias! I def wanna write more of this in the future. Also, Pirate!Bucky? So hot

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Marking his omega

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-con

Bucky has been made an omega by Hydra. Steve becomes his alpha when he gets him back and does his best to reassure him. But bucky needs something more to be assured he belongs to Steve - he needs to be properly scent marked.

You can read it here.

Author's note: One of my oldest fics on here, this is PURE piss filth but actually, I still have a special place in my heart for this one.

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(P.S - the header was taken from this pinterest)

#bucky barnes #fanfic #stucky #captain america #fanfiction #steve rogers #ao3 #marvel

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eddieismissing · 2 years ago

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WHEN I GET HOME YOURE SO DEAD!

part one. || part two. || part three.

(based on the song when i get home youre so dead by mayday parade)

when you and eddie became distant after a fight steve knew just what to do to cheer you up. eddie shows the both of you how hurt he really is when he performs at his weekly gig at the hideout. 7K+ words.

steddie x fem!reader, rockstar!eddie munson, steve harrington, fruity four (kinda).

warnings: 18+, slowburn, angst, eventual smut, drinking, smoking, fighting, dark!eddie, perv!eddie, stalker!eddie, dom!eddie, softdom!steve, rockstar!eddie, mean!steve, dark content, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, fingering, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, sexism, hair pulling, cum in v, cuck!steve, cuck!eddie, biting.

i had so much fun writing and it totally wasn’t supposed to be this long but my brain had other plans. i hope you enjoy! this fic is in its own au so if you’d want to read more of this let me know, feedback is appreciated!

SMUT UNDER THE CUT. NO MINORS PLEASE. 18+.

you tossed and turned in your sleep roughly. the stiff mattress under you didn’t allow you to have any comfort. finally you decided to roll over onto your back and then let out a huff as you finally settled. another nightmare. a hand grabbed your waist gently and the sensation brought you out of your dreamy state. eddie was holding you tightly as he spooned you. the covers that trapped the two of you felt so familiar. there was a sense of security that engulfed you. he trailed his hand up your arm softly before he made his way to your chest, his arm falling directly between your boobs as he pulls you harder into him. your heart races still trying to recover from your nightmare.

'eddieee..’ you hummed, sleep still heavy on your tongue.

the boy next to you grunted into your back before adjusting your hair that was now in his face, blocking his airways.

‘eddie.‘ your tone was more firm now, you pushed him awake using your elbow to dig into his chest.

‘huh..’ he was barely conscious.

he rubbed his eyes trying to give you his undivided attention, but his efforts failed. you could tell he was fighting the urge to snuggle your warm body and fall back asleep. eddie turned his head to the clock, it was 2:31 am. while he grunted and turned back towards you he extended out his hand trying to grab your face and play with your soft lips.

“…it’s so late, baby.” he groaned.

diverting his action, you pulled his sleepy wrist away from you. eddie let out a sigh, alerting you that he was upset at the absence of your touch. he let out a little growl before you sprung an aggressive conversation onto him.

‘i had a bad dream...’ you started, you fingers twirling in his hair, ‘there was this girl.. and well you liked this girl…but the girl in the dream wasn’t me.’ you said softly.

eddie looked at you with a sleepy disheveled glare, his expression read something like—‘she can’t be serious’, but your tone of voice was small and nervous—‘im really upset’. dumbfounded by what you were suggesting, eddie wasn’t sure what to say. his sleepiness clouded his head. he decided that if he said something that upset you tonight, he could regret it later. sharing his sleepy intrusive thoughts now and apologizing to you in the morning if it was harsh.

‘are you trying to pick a fight with me, sweetheart? c’us i was fuckin’ someone else in your dream? it’s twwoo in thhee morninggg.. ughhh…’ his last few words were dragged out.

he rolled over as he groaned. eddie grabbed a pillow with his arm that was once under you. in his defense he didn’t realize you were using it. he put the pillow over his head as he tried to fall back into a deep sleep.

‘okay. ow. i didn’t even say you were fucking her. do you wanna fuck other girls?’ you were totally being dramatic, you knew it.

what eddie said next was the last thing you expected. you thought he would for sure come to your rescue. shutting down your insecure thoughts with his sweet words, but shockingly, he hadn’t. you couldn’t really blame it all on him, he had never thought about someone other than you and he believed you felt the same way. never in his life did he ever think that he could be intimate with anyone else, let alone love a person like he loved you. he didn’t see any reason for the constant reassurance like other couples needed it. you were his girl.

‘goodnight, sweetheart.’ he grumbled, he forced his arms around your waist, your body was flush to his. then he pushed his chin into the nape of your neck. ‘i hope you dream of me.’ he chuckled deeply into your ear.

you rolled over in a fit and tried shoving him back with you elbows. he laughed and squeezed tighter, you heard him yawn when you both finally stilled. with his weight against you and his deep breaths lulling you to sleep, you fell into a slumber.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

that was how the month started. arguing had been frequent in your relationship now, but the occasional angry sex was amazing. as good as it was, it wasn’t stopping you from overthinking your relationship with eddie. he was still completely oblivious that you craved reassurance from him. eddie tried catering to you. apologies weren’t scarce at all. in fact, he loved saying sorry during your small arguments just to get a sweet kiss from you. he hoped you would pout to him. it was in his perverted nature, he loved seeing you jut out your bottom lip and cry out his name. no matter the situation, your mood swings, or eddie’s devilish attitude, he was sweet to you. he just didn’t understand the weight of this specific problem and when you brought it up he would shrug it off like the concept was just the craziest shit ever.

‘do you hear yourself? want me to apologize and reassure you cause i cheated on you in a dream?’ you huffed at how dense he was being over this, ‘baby, this is real life, that shit would never happen.’ his words rang in your ears.

you’ve heard it one to many times. each time he disagreed with your feelings he watched you whimper and roll your eyes with a big stupid grin. you could tell eddie liked watching you get upset because of him. after your weekly arguments he would attitude check you, put you in your place for a few days, and then you’d be bringing it back up next week. telling him,

‘it doesn’t count if i have to ask for it, you have to just know when to reassure me, ed’s…’

‘i just don’t understand what the point is.’ he would answer, and within minutes he would be kissing your cheeks and laying you down in his bed. showing you that he loved you and only you.

recently, a few of his words of were burned into your mind. you remembered it like it was yesterday. eddie grabbed you tightly from behind, holding your arms at your sides and whispering in your ear,

‘pretty baby, still upset with me?’

there was a pause. he was almost mocking you. eddie’s fingers trailed up your arm before brushing your hair behind your ear to kiss your neck gently.

‘should cry about it some more to me,’ he chuckled. 'your cute whines… make me so damn hard.'

that time made you snap. it sent you into a spiral. everything seemed like a game to him, but for you it was something bigger. your negative feelings towards the fighting were starting to be aimed at eddie. if only you had been focusing on him instead, you could’ve seen all his small efforts. eddie showed his love and apologies in the details. he started giving you small figures he had crafted for D&D, he brushed the hair out of your face when he saw it bothering you, he would share his food with you more, and played his music at a lower volume. he even let you borrow his iron maiden shirt that he barely wore cause it was the first shirt he got at a real concert. but you were to far gone in your delusion that eddie didn’t love you.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

that’s how you ended up here. you were in one of steve’s guest bathrooms while everyone else was celebrating during the party steve was hosting. the band had scored getting a small gig tour around indiana and a few close by states. steve had lifted you onto the sink by your waist, and your legs draped around his thighs to wrap around his hips. he looked at you with an eagerness, you couldn’t tell if he had gotten more entrancing or if maybe that was just the presence of having him this close. this was new, you had never had a one on one moment with the brunette. eddie was always watching when the three of you were together. on multiple occasions eddie had caught steve shamelessly staring at you. especially, when you wore revealing outfits at his shows that left little to the imagination on your nights out. now steve was infront of you, dying to have a taste, and unsure as to why you both ended up in one of his bathrooms, dying to kiss each other, while your boyfriend was downstairs.

‘you okay?’ you asked, you voice broke him out of his thoughts.

steve grabbed your cheek gently, his hand trembled. he pulled your ear close to his lips,

‘yeah.. it’s just… you’re so pretty, got lost a little bit.’ he paused, ‘im sorry you’re dealing with this stuff. but eddie would never hurt you. no one could ever replace you.’ he whimpered. ‘both eddie and i care about you s’much.' he paused, and 'im glad you wanted to talk about it with me though...’

you’re heart jumped. steve had been here with you for some time. when you realized you could use your boyfriend’s best friend to get back at him, you had dragged him into the kitchen and had a few drinks before shuffling to the guest bathroom. it was a dangerous idea that turned into your heart coming undone for steve. he was a sweet guy and you hated to use him like this. still, he provided what eddie couldn’t. the reassuring words falling from his lips as he talked you through your emotions were euphoric. you looked at him with lustful eyes. his words were doing more than just assuring you. nerves danced up and down his expressions as he studied your lips. steve’s anxieties withheld him from completely grabbing you and crashing his soft lips into yours. he was shaking as he spoke,

‘you said.. that he said… this is o-kay…?’

a long pause. his eye moved to your lips and then back to your gaze.

‘im finding that extremely hard to believe, princess.’ steve sighed.

the three of you had joked about fooling around together on multiple occasions but never had it gotten this far. steve had always thought his first time with you he would be sidelined by eddie, but he had you to himself. you heard footsteps passing through the hall. robin walked by the bathroom door calling you and steve to come join them in the living room. nance and rob were ready to start their movie after all the kids and eddie had wrapped up another huge campaign. you grabbed onto steve’s chest gently pulling him in closer.

‘mhm.’ you lied. ‘eddie said it was fine. it’s just a kiss stevie..’ when you let out a soft giggle, steve groaned.

something about your uneasiness around the whole situation with eddie sent you on a path of self destruction. you and steve had been hanging out more often like he and eddie always had, neither of you really cared to develop your friendship until the fights with eddie broke out. as you both sit in the bathroom together you grew more desperate. your hands danced up and down eachother’s bodies. it was like your first time all over again, two horny teenagers dying to make a move but to scared to. steve’s hand snaked up your neck and he took a deep breathe as he leaned in to kiss you. it was warm, he tasted so different compared to eddie, it was refreshing. unlike eddie, who recently, tasted like venom and pure, raw, filthy desire. you liked the his sweet treat, and begged steve to taste more of him. the flavor warmed your tummy. he smelled of bourbon and cherries. his lips were softer and his touch was gentle. soon the kiss turned into all tongue and wet moans into each others mouths, when he finally pulled away he looked so sloppy.

‘you.. you taste s’good.’ he was breathless. his words mirrored your thoughts.

just then the door handle turned and the door slowly creaked open. you and steve were to wrapped up in each other to realize eddie was watching the scene in front of him. he cleared his throat and spoke with an intense tone that burned a hole through both of your hearts.

‘what are you doing?’ he spoke through clenched teeth to keep himself from screaming.

absolute shock was all over his face. you jumped off of the sink and threw your hands up demanding that it was your fault and that steve was just comforting you. pleas left you lips as he just stared into your eyes with discomfort. tears pooled at the corner of his eyes while he watched you explain yourself. he let out a breath, his fist were clenched as he wrapped you in a insincere hug before talking to the other culprit that was the cause of his heartbreak. his eyes met steve’s gaze, his voice was softer now,

‘steve, are you serious?’ his voice cracked.

eddie let go of you and looked at both of you with hurt. steve’s head would’ve been through the wall if the kids weren’t joining for movie night. a twang of hatred for both of you was deep in his chest. eddie was spinning with emotions. both of you knew you really hurt him. he turned away to walk out of the bathroom,

‘eddie, hey man.’ steve chased after him.

‘can it, harrington. your lucky i don’t want to absolutely shove you into the wall and paint it a nice red.’ he growled.

steve stopped following him out after that comment. his feet staying glued to the floor, leaving you to chase him instead. but eddie just shushed you and your pleas as he grabbed his keys out of his jacket pocket. he was dangling them in his hand, making sure to show them to the both of you to announce he would be leaving.

‘eddie, wait...’ steve begged, then the door slammed.

eddie left at a striking pace. the kids jumped at the loud noise from the door that rang through the house. dustin and robin yelled from the den at you and steve,

‘steve??’ cried robin.

‘uh… soooo what was that?’ dustin chipped in.

you and steve looked at each other in disbelief. there was a lot going through your heads. the brunette threw his hands through his hair obviously panicked. he looked at you with shock.

‘you totally played me! y—you have got to fix this..’ steve cried.

‘what’s going on?’ robin was in front of the both of you now. she glaced at you. there was a beat.‘ and where’d eddie.. go…?’ robin trailed off.

you stared at steve with tears in your eyes. steve gave you a look, you could tell he was so embarrassed he let you trick him into hurting his best friend. he ran his palm on his face before landing his hands on his hips. robin watched the both of you and scoffed. she was annoyed that her questions were going unanswered. silence filled the whole house before you whispered,

‘steve?’ you asked. ‘uh-huh?’ he questioned. ‘could you drive me to eddie's, please?’ you begged.

he didn’t hesitate to drop everything and grab his keys before sprinting out his front door with you. steve yelled at robin with haste.

‘watch the kids! ill be back in twenty minutes!’

•ʚ♡ɞ•

you knocked on eddie’s door several times, trying to get him to answer. steve drove away quickly from the scene trying not to add fuel to the fire. after knocking three or four times you stopped trying. desperation crashed into you as you leaned your back against the door. tears fell down your cheeks. as soon as your back pushed against the door softly it quickly flew open. you fell backwards, not having anything to lean on with the door open. losing your balance you fell on your heels. eddie caught you, of course, but after you had regained your position on your own two feet he turned and walked towards his bedroom door. he was visibly distressed as he got back into a comfortable position on his bed. before you intruded into his space, you noticed his notebook was sprawled on his blankets. two or three crumpled balls of paper were on the floor next to his bed. he sat on his old mattress grabbing his guitar and he gestured to you to sit in the space in front of him at the foot of his bed. he strummed his fingers against the six strings and hummed a tune. you went to speak to him but he cut you off,

‘i need space.’ his brows were concentrated on something other than his emotions right now.

‘eddie, we .. nothing happened.’ you pleaded.

he shrugged before springing off of his bed and grabbing extra blankets and pillows. he walked towards the living room, and you followed suit. he threw the disheveled fabrics onto his couch before saying,

‘you’re sleeping here tonight, i know steve drove you here and i don’t feel like taking you home.’ there was a pause.

‘i need space.’ he repeated.

you didn’t know what to say his voice sounded broken. if he needed space was he still going to take you with him on his small tour? the question made your heart hurt. he wouldn’t look you in the eye. you went to speak but he cut you off before he allowed a sound to leave your lips.

‘—if it gets cold and you need extra blankets come let me know, sweetheart.’

even as he was dealing with a new situation he found the three of you in. he still deeply cared for you. he looked at you with sad eyes and said,

‘unless- you want steve to come back and pick.. come pick you up, then be my guest.’ his voice trembled.

he turned away to walk back towards his room. before he started walking away, you hugged him when he wasn’t expecting it. emotion flooded over the both of you as you both embraced each other. eddie knew he shouldn’t give into it, but he was so needy for you, he was the one that needed reassurance now. he felt broken and he knew you could piece him back together. he sighed as he hugged you back tightly.

‘im sorry. ill make it up. promise.’ you cried.

you said the few words with determination. your lips were buried in the nape of his neck. the feeling of your warm breath against his ice cold skin made him want to grab you and fuck the existence of steve out of your head. he would make you forget every memory you had ever made with steve, he was sure of it. eddie fought his urges and instead let himself feel his emotions. he had a new plan. a different way to make you both pay. he pulled you out of his grip and your arms fell to your sides. he smiled at you and said,

‘ill take you home in the morning. just need to clear my head.’ he promised.

you rested on his couch with a pit in your stomach. tears stained the pillowcase under you. the living room was dressed in darkness while your anxiety sat heavy in your chest. the only things bringing you comfort was the smell of eddie that was stained on the blankets he gave you and the distant strumming of his guitar while he hummed a tune you didn’t recognize. sleep fell over you and you drifted into a slumber.

in the morning he drove you home. nothing was really said other than a few apologizes and promises to make things right between the both of you. he pulled up to your house and got out abruptly. being sure to still open your door for you,

‘come on, sweetheart. lets get you home.’ he coo’d.

you had a mean look on your face like you couldn’t believe he was being true to his word. your eyes looked at him desperately. pleading him to make you stay. you went to go kiss him before he put his fingers against your lips and pushed you away gently.

‘you’ve done enough kissing in the past twenty-four hours….’ he trailed off.

‘i need the space.’ he was being stern and setting a very obvious boundary.

you backed off and batted your eyelashes at him in a final attempt to plead him for anything. he walked back towards the driver's side after shutting your door. you turn towards him before he got into his van.

‘im still coming to see you on tuesday … at your show … like always, okay? and if you don't want me to come with you on the road.. im sorry but it's gonna be hard to get rid of me.' you spoke with worry, thinking that your joke wouldn't land.

you were so scared he was going to tell you that you weren’t allowed to go, his band had finally scored a bigger gig for this coming tuesday, he was only going to play eight shows but record labels were going to be there. you couldn't miss it. it made you nervous as he hesitated to answer, maybe he didn’t want to see you or steve ever again. eddie nodded at you and gave you a silent smile before returning to his chariot and pulling out of your driveway.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

it was tuesday night, the night that was going to kick off the tour. you had thirty minutes till eddie’s set was about to start, the crowd was still walking through the doors, rushing to get inside. before getting into the venue this afternoon someone from the band's team walked out and gave you, steve, nancy, and robin passes to get in early and stay after the show concluded. you knew eddie was the one that told his team to get you guys in. it was sweet of eddie to want you there, and walking in before all the fans lined up at the door made you feel special. you each sat at the small bar in the venue together, chatting for a bit. then robin, and nancy agreed to taking one more shot with you and steve before they ran off to center of the pit, wanting to make friends before the crowd started roaring. the girls always abandoned you and steve but you didn’t mind and steve was getting used to it. the girls had been spending a lot of time together these days. you watched the stage crew finish setting up the production, but you could see metalhead sitting on side stage. he looked a little frustrated as one of the sound guys hooked up his amp. you couldn’t tell if he was mad about steve sitting so close to you or if they were just having technical difficulties. just to avoid conflict though, you distanced yourself from steve a bit. you turned to the bartender that was at side of the venue and asked for a cosmopolitan, a girly drink but you knew that if the bartender made it to strong steve would love an excuse to drink a cosmo.

‘oooo you got a cosmopolitan?? how classic.’ steve commented.

you took a sip, yeah. it was definitely to strong. you passed it to steve as he smiled and giggled at you. you turned back around in defeat to face the stage, leaving the cash for the drink on the bar. robin had an open tab at the hideout that definitely hadn’t been paid in weeks. she’d be thankful for anything that you put towards it. you looked back to the dimly lit stage before the bartender tapped your shoulder and pushed the cash back in your direction.

‘no need.’ they said gently.

soon after the bartender explained that a man a few seats down from you had paid for your drink and half of the tab that you and your friends had opened. you glanced to give the mystery man a sweet smile.

‘thank you!’ you mouthed the words in his general direction.

seconds later the lights shut off. it was showtime. steve looked at you with excitement, you both fawned over eddie’s rockstar attitude when he was on stage. you both knew that if he really stuck to it that he could have a real record deal. maybe even a longer tour with a bigger band, him playing lead guitar. if anyone was going to put hawkins, indiana on the map it was going to be eddie munson and corroded coffin. the thoughts that spun around in your head were immediately cut short when you heard a soft gutiar strum come from the dim stage. steve jokingly screamed,

‘woooo! the guitarist is sooo hot!!’ he confessed shouting his words like some fangirl.

steve’s deeper tone rumbled against the crowd of fans that has been growing over the years. however, he felt sheltered by the dark room, enough to even admit he had a little crush on your boyfriend. you shoved him on the shoulder. you both laughed softly, rolling your eyes and scoffing at him. after the small moment you shared you both simultaneously noticed a microphone on eddie’s side of the stage. steve turned to you in confusion. when your eyes met he suddenly curled his pointer finger at you, motioning you closer so he could speak in your ear. the crowd and amps were to loud to talk over.

‘that’s new.’ steve said.

eddie walked on stage out of the darkness while steve was leaning over you, eddie watched steve as he pulled away from the nap of your neck. a fire was in eddie’s eyes as he watched the two of you. right when he placed his gaze on you and steve, you both were already so focused on him. lost in the presence of this new rockstar standing before you. something felt different. your jaw dropped in awe, completely drooling over the fact that eddie somehow chose you. you weren’t sure how you got so lucky. you and steve shared a knowing look and gulped. he looked so good with his black jeans and chains draping his waist. he wore a corroded coffin shirt that was cut into a tank. his muscular chest that adorned inky black tattoos would peek out at you both if he moved just right. he accessorized well and his hair was kept out of his face by his skull bandanna. eddie looked up at the both of you before he started strumming his gutiar. the lead singer belted out the next words, to your surprise the song was some of the best material they had ever performed. in an instant you saw eddie approach his mic. he was singing backing vocals while staring you down.

‘the words are coming, i feel terrible is it typical for us to end like this?’

the lyric was an open ended question. you didn’t yet understand that this was a song eddie wrote about you. he winked at you and it almost made you faint. he for sure had star power. eddie continued,

‘cause baby, you weren't the first or the last or the worst and I've got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse we could sit around and cry but frankly you're not worth it anymore….’ he broke his gaze with you and glared at steve for the next line.

‘so say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under. lipstick lullabies. this is sorry for the last time.’

something in you thought the song sounded familiar. you tried to piece together where you had heard it previously when it finally hit you. you turned to steve excitedly,

‘he wrote this! eddie wrote this! after that night! that night—’

steve looked at you with surprise and then back to the stage. his face was red with embarrassment. your voice softened at the realization, he wrote this song for you and steve. eddie was angry, his voice was hoarse with hate and you could see how eddie’s eyes were glazed over as he went back to the mic. he had more to say directly to you and steve from the stage. his words were like daggers.

‘on any other day we'd shoot the boy but your simple toy had caused a scene like this.’

his singing voice was like velvet. a soft baritone. steve sunk further into his seat. a red tint danced all along your cheeks and ears leaving you throughly embarrassed. you watched him send you a wink. eddie just laughed. turning away from his mic. the audience probably missed the small gesture but for you and steve? you didn’t miss a single motion. you could absolutely tell he was basking in the attention from the both of you. if his words and glares weren’t humiliating enough, he looked like he was having the time of his life on stage. joyfully turning his anger into a performance of a lifetime, then he said the next vulgar line,

‘consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips and he's making you scream with his hands on your hips … i hope he's leaving you empty baby, this is just a fix’

there was a beat. he grabbed onto his microphone gripping it hard, he leaned into it as he glared into your deep eyes. your breath hitched at the action. he looked fantastic.

‘such a simple. little. whore.’

that will do it. your tummy turned and you felt publicly humiliated. the audience knew who this song was about now. eddie spun around rocking on his guitar. he was really into it now. your hands dug into your knees, you couldn’t tell if you were mad, turned on, or really upset. more embarrassment crashed into you. you turned to steve, who was also red in the face while watching eddie. he was to lost in the performance to tell that you were close to breaking down. so many thoughts were rushing through your head as he sang the last line.

‘girls make boys cry and die.’

you stayed in your seat to watch him perform a few more songs. after more shots and drinks with nancy, robin, and steve your brain began over analyzing the song lyrics that still lingered in your head from the opening number. you grew anxious.

did he mean what he said? was he still upset with you? was he still upset with steve?

you jumped up quickly making your way to the bathroom to take a deep breath. you couldn't believe that you were so overwhelmed that you were missing eddie's biggest show. steve called out your name as you disappeared. everything that was happening was overstimulating you. an escape from the situation was needed. you looked into the mirror and regained your normal demeanor as you heard the bands finale song end. you composed yourself and walked out of the bathroom.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

you were tipsy as you walked out of the bathroom. corroded coffin was already off of the stage and you knew eddie would be b-lining towards the bar to giggle about his performance or maybe even pick a fight with steve. but you were turning back to the bartender ready to order another cosmopolitan. hoping that maybe this one would knock you onto your feet before you had to face eddie. you glanced over to steve, robin, and nancy. eddie was nowhere to be seen. a sad sigh left your lips and you turned back to the bartender.

‘my boyfriend hates me’ you cried.

the bartender just laughed at you as they got you one more drink before announcing that you were cut off. you nodded in agreement before you saw someone approach you. out of the corner of your eye the mystery man from earlier leaned into your space.

‘well hello.’ he coo’d.

this mystery man was definitely not your type. rude and aggressive. he was someone that looked like a lowlife. hanging around after concert venues looking for girls like you to pick up and drop off the next day. you weren’t one to be rude so you shared a few words before you grew uncomfortable.

‘i should really go find my friends..’ you stood up while saying the parting words.

the strange man wasn't even supposed to still be in the venue. before security could usher him out he had grabbed your arm suddenly and pushed you out into the back corner of the building. you turned to look towards your friends. they sat at the other side of the bar, oblivious to what was happening.

‘steve! guys!!’ you cried.

your shouts made your friends turn their heads with alertness. they watched the man dragged you out of the big building into the alleyway that was used for unloading the bands gear into buses. the mystery man grabbed your mouth shutting you up before you could scream. he turned your body around and pushed your chest into the brick wall by the backdoors entry way. his hips pushed against your ass, rubbing himself on you. steve was rushing out the back door after you. he had told nancy and robin to go get some help. they didn’t know what to do in their tipsy state other than try to find eddie. steve bursted out the door, turning and grabbing onto the man that held you in his arms. your assaulter pulled out a switchblade when steve tried shoving him away from you. it was held firmly up to your neck while steve threw his hands up.

‘woah! man… hey. hey. you don’t wanna do that.’ his tone was serious and scared.

the man glared at steve before he threw you to the side and lunged at steve. he dodged his maneuver despite being tipsy and punched the man in the stomach. the blow made him drop the blade and steve kicked it away. the man reached up and nailed steve right in the jaw. he fell backwards.

‘oh— shit.’ steve grunted.

eddie turned the corner. he was helping his bandmates and the crew load the gear into a large truck and his van. he had walked down the alleyway when he heard a commotion. now he was watching you on the ground from where the man had thrown you, his eyes were wide and dark, even in the moonlight. he quickly came to your rescue. when he picked you up the surprise of his presence made you burst into tears. eddie moved his hands across your cheek rubbing your tears away.

‘hey hey, sweetheart. hi baby. you’re okay.’ he was soft spoken now compared to his mean demeanor he had on stage.

this was the first time you had heard his soft tone in a week. it was always in eddies best interest to make you feel better when you were scared even if he was scared too. a wave of comfort rushed over him when he looked at you, but before you could clock it eddie eagerly rushed check on his best friend. steve took one more blow to the face and spit out some blood that was being produced from his now split lip. eddie didn’t immediately run to his rescue. he thought steve deserved to be taught a lesson.

‘come on steve! are you serious?’ eddie yelled.

‘beat his ass! you can be rougher than that, i need you to be rougher than that.’ he cheered his best friend on, his tone remained serious.

steve took another blow to the stomach and eddie figured he had enough. he pounced on the man that victimized the both of you, making quick work of him. eddie pulled the man by his shirt collar off of the ground which he laid. venom left eddie’s mouth as he threatened the man.

‘i fucking see your face around here again. im going to kill you. i should drop your ass into lover’s lake and watch you drown for even touching my baby.’

eddie threw the man down onto the concrete and spat in his face. he lit a cigarette and took a few drags before kicking him in the side and putting out his cigarette against the mans cheek. the stranger groaned. when he felt the man had enough he turned to you to walk you back into the bar. steve grunted as he tried to stand off of the ground. eddie walked over him after leading you to the door and hit him hard on the back with his big palm.

‘you’re so good at getting your ass kicked! what’s up with that? you’re 0 for 3 man!’ the boy laughed with a gleeful tone.

‘you asshole! you could’ve stepped in!’ steve growled as he held his hand to his split eyebrow and swollen lip.

‘you deserved it!’ eddie gave him a smirk before he wrapped his shoulder around you and walked you back inside. he held you closer than before, being sure to be gentle. you invited him in for a hug with your small hands wrapping around his waist. steve ruined the moment as he sluggishly followed the both of you inside.

‘your precious sweetheart! deserved it! not me!’ steve yelped.

eddie just laughed. the bartender was quick to bring the three of you anything you needed after that fiasco. eddie ordered two waters and asked for a ziplock full of ice. you sipped on your water slowly before he threw the ice pack at steve. awkward silence fell over the three of you. steve held the ice against his eye and whined in pain. eddie gave him a pity laugh before wedging himself between you and steve. you three sat like that for a few minutes before corroded coffin's security came and checked on your small group. eddie dismissed them.

‘so.. like my song?’ he questioned only you, his tone was nervous.

truth was you loved the song, it was so vulgar and the provocative. the lyrics hurt a little bit, but you were proud. after watching him perform how did he think that you didn’t like it? knowing he was happy with it just made your heart flutter.

‘i loved it… stung a little bit but it was really good…’ you giggled bashfully into his chest.

‘awww to mean? i think you kissing my best friend was pretty mean…’ he teased.

safety washed over you as you pushed your hand into his chest playfully. maybe things were going to be okay after all. silver rings burned into your skin when he grabbed your wrist tightly to assert dominance again. a sense of fear rushed over you. still a bit shaken up from earlier. hearts raced as eddie placed your delicate hand on his heart and he moved closer to you. both of you were clearly touch starved and desperate for each others attention. your hand trailed up eddie’s bicep while he tried to speak a few soft sentences. chills rolled down his body. he was so easily overwhelmed when it came to you. you were his first time, first kiss, first love.

‘god. i love you.’ eddie gasped.

it must’ve been true that what songwriters wrote was always blown out of proportion. their lyrics are bullshit. he couldn’t be mad at you about a stupid little kiss when you looked this good under the dim bar lighting. eddie had a plan to release his pent up emotions though, he was still hurting and thought he was entitled to a little revenge.

his grip tightened on you wrist. the air was knocked out of your lungs when he glared down at you. you were still shaken up. your eyes even now glistening with fresh tears, but you were ready to give eddie anything he wanted. god, and he was so touch starved. eddie began letting his perverted thoughts rush through his head in this moment. he had trouble trying to keep his cool when you looked at him like that…

‘you know.. before that little sit.. well.. situation you and steve got into outside .. uhm.’ he swallowed deeply watching you play with your fingers on your lips.

‘oh. you’re killing me, sweetheart.’ eddie was mesmerized. he watched you a little longer his stare going on for way to long. when he snapped out of it he pulled your hand away from your lips. instead you danced your fingers up his shirt,your nails tickling him. eddie cleared his throat and comically stared at the celling. his next words came fast as you traced the fingers that were just on your lips down his exposed neck. he was nervous about something.

eddie purred under your touch, ‘some guy from a record label wanted to talk with us. might’ve finally gotten—’ he was cut off.

excitement filled your veins as you giggled and squealed. you wrapped your arms around him, swiftly kissing him all over. eddie grabbed you tightly and laughed as he tried to stable himself.

‘im so so s’proud!!! eddie, are you serious!!!’

when eddie regained his balance, he pulled back and wrapped his hand around your throat. he was much more gentle now. moving around you so he could trace his teeth against your sensitive neck. vibrations trickled down your skin as he let out a low growl. another giggle left your throat and u tried pushing him away. it turned into a soft moan as he kitten licked your pressure point. you knew he was still upset but you both craved each other more than you wanted to keep the space between you. it began to cheer him up. you could tell he was happy with himself. he wouldn’t mention it to you yet, but while he was backstage before he performed he was lost in thought. eddie almost didn’t go out on stage. he imagined your sad face looking at him from the bar would break his heart in two, and seeing steve made him nervous. maybe this argument really had gone to far. the assuring words you gave him now definitely helped him understand you were anything but upset.

‘i would’ve wrote a song about my pretty girl sooner if i knew it could get us a deal and out of hawkins.’ he let out a groan against your lips.

steve shifted in his seat and watched the two of you out of the corner of his eye. the metalhead felt his gaze and turned to him. he gave him a look before he glared at steve with dark eyes. there was still tension in the air. to avoid pushing his buttons more and make the situation worse, steve turned away with his back facing the both of you. he let out a sigh as he treated his wounds. eddie began to pull away from you to say something to steve but as if you and steve had planned it, you slowly pulled eddie by his shirt collar elusively so his attention would be back on you. he slowly turned in his seat and when he met your blown out expression he let a groan escape him. he was watching you with a predatory gaze. you instantly fell into a state of submission. without a word shared between the two of you eddie hand came up and shoved in the direction of steve’s back, hitting his shoulder. he was still face to face with you, unmoving, as he spoke. his eyes fell from your glare and instead onto your lips.

‘go start the car, dipshit.’ eddie grunted.

steve almost couldn’t make out what he said. you knew he was talking to steve but something about his low growl in your face during this intimate moment made you spiral. you let out a sigh as you listened to steve jump up suddenly. he definitely was not in a mood to piss eddie off after he had just saved his ass. he was sure he would do anything the metalhead asked of him if it meant saving the dynamic the three of you had. steve’s presence lingered as he left the two of you alone at the bar. you weren’t ready to see what the rest of the night had in store and you knew it was going to be a long one. your lover pulled you in for a deep kiss. your tongue clashed in a fight of dominance, but your reign was short lived as eddie grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you lower so you couldn’t catch your breath. he bit your lip hard before he pulled away. you gasped at the lost of him.

‘you taste so, he pulled away and then deepened the kiss ‘fucking.. sweet.’ eddie smiled.

his fingers danced down your clothed skin in between his words. he began at the collar of your shirt and down your sternum till he ended with his fingers playing with the loops of your pants. his gaze followed his fingers but snapped back up at you as he heard you whimper. he took one more hungry look at you before pushing his lips up against your ear. he whispered slowly, dragging his words out,

‘mmmhm pretty girl… im not mad at you but you did deserve a punishment for hurting me so bad? huh what do you think? it’s only fair right, baby?’

‘you did that when you publicly humiliated me and steve…’ you whined.

‘i know, i know… but im craving a bit more of you. less of steve.’ eddie assured.

there was a pause before he went on a ramble about your dream last week. eddie was somewhat nervous to bring it up. his hands snaked to grab ahold of your waist. he leaned into you while kissing you between sentences. he was trailing his lips up and down your jaw, ending at the corner of your lips.

‘i’ve been meaning to show you that you’re the only girl id ever need… i miss you y’know? miss touching you… miss your taste… miss just hearing your sweet voice talk to me.’ eddie coo’d.

that’s exactly what you needed. just a bit of reassurance went a long way. your hands wrapped around his neck and he pulled you onto his chest. eddie’s strong arms slipped under your thighs while your legs wrapped around his hips. he held you close to him, successfully carrying you out of the bar. he spun around as he was almost out of the main doors. eddie’s eyes started searching for something in the crowded bar. he located robin and nancy almost instantly. they were sharing some flirtatious looks at eachother by the bathroom before he yelled at the two of them,

‘hey! you two lovebirds. find a ride home, kay? we’re taking steve’s car home.’

his dominant tone didn’t change when he spoke to his dear friends. they took his demands with haste understanding that they were on their own now. nancy waved and robin gave him a subtle thumbs up before the girls both nodded at him. their faces were blushed out at eddie’s comment. they had truly gotten lost in their own moment after they had helped resolve the conflict from earlier. eddie looked at them with a perked up eyebrow, he was trying to make sure they were sober enough to be safe.

‘we’re gonna be okay, ed’s!’ robin yelled.

that was enough for him. nancy gave him another wave. he nodded back and left with you out the door. he was rushing you into the backseat of steve’s car.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

soft moans filled steve’s car as he drove. it was an unbearable 25 minutes till he would pull into eddies driveway and eddie was gonna make sure he hated ever second. you sat horizontally in the backseat your back was against the back door. eddie was relentless. shoving your head against the glass to get a better grip on your tits. he bit your lip as he laced his hand around your throat and squeezed tightly,

‘you wanna give steve a show baby? remind him who you belong to?’ he groaned.

you whined in protest not wanting to be fucked in a moving car because of how intoxicated you were. you were wanting to get home before doing anything. your body tensed, and eddie slowed his movements. he knew your body better than you did. his eyes met yours with worry before his face twisted into a hungry smile. you were looking at him with glossed over eyes, your pupils completely blown, and pushing your bottom lip out slightly.

‘ohhh fuck, sweetheart. look at me like that again? so pretty when you’re pouting.’

eddie grabbed you gently by your forearm. guiding you to straddle him. as soon as you were in this lap he pulled you in for a tight hug. comfort washed over you.

‘put your hands up, sweetheart.’ eddie demanded.

obedience was eddie’s favorite and you didn’t dare try to be a brat tonight. he pulled your shirt off of you and grunted when he saw the simple black bra that adorned your chest. his hands ran aggressively up and down your back while steve watched in the review mirror. steve let out a harsh groan.

‘what? got something to say, lover boy?’ eddie snapped at steve.

steve just stared at the wide expansion of the road, his gears shifted when he began to speed up. he couldn’t take much more of eddie dangling you in front of him like a treat. in his own back seat. eddie snickered as he watched steve scoff. eddie knew steve loved when he would tease him.

‘i don’t have shit to say.’ steve piped up.

eddie’s big hands gripped your hipbones and he made sure to guide you in your movements as you would grind down onto him. he was setting a slow pace just to get himself off. daggers for eyes lunged at steve when the boys made eye contact in the rear view mirror. eddie’s eyes didn’t move away from steve’s hazel irises. instead he threw his head back and dramatically moaned when he jutted your hips onto his groin. steve scoffed again and looked away. he lunged foward into you center dramatically. steve couldn’t help but steal a few looks. eddie’s speech was slurred due to his lips being all over the top of your chest now. your chest was bare, no marking to be had and he hated that. absolutely hated it. he needed you to always be marked with his love for you. he made quick work of your soft skin. sloppily leaving faint pink and blue bruises. when he was through a wet mess remained on your chest. he flicked out his tongue and licked from the center of chest just between your breast and up to your neck. eddie thrusted his hips up at the same time you pushed your waist onto him. you both moaned at the need to have each other.

‘fuckkkk baby… you like when im rough with you in front of your little play thing? you had enough of your dumb toy?’ he was making sure steve heard him over your small sweet noises.

‘you’re being ridiculous…’ steve rolled his eyes.

at steve’s word eddie’s palm was suddenly on your throat. he pushed you by the neck and wedged you in between the drivers and passenger seat, your back was arched over the center console. eyes blown wide in surprise. steve glanced at you before eddie was crawling up your body and grunting in steve’s face. possessiveness was definitely a toxic trait for eddie. he turned to steve before saying,

‘your little kiss last week was shit. she told me. you’re a bad kisser.’ eddie said.

you hadn’t told him anything about the kiss. you could hardly remember it, but jealousy was radiating off of him. eddie pulled you into a sloppy kiss by your throat. steve really was really annoyed now. eddie was basically fucking you in his front seat next to him. secretly it was still an act he was grateful eddie let him watch. steve’s palm moved to his half hard cock that sat uncomfortably in his jeans. eddie let out a laugh.

‘pathetic.’ he snickered.

he pulled you into the back seat again. small yelps left your throat as he bit into your collar bone. that one was going to leave a bruise come tomorrow. eddie pulled down his jeans just enough so he could fish his hard cock out of the slit in his boxers. it had been a week since you had last touched him. the head of his cock was bright red and leaked so much precum. he whined against your soft skin while gently kissing the bite he had just left on you.

‘touch me.’ please .. i’ll do anything, just rub me off a bit.’

you obeyed. but god, you loved when he begged. under all his thick skin and his rough attitude he was still your eddie that was a sick pervert. could never get enough of you. slick dripped down his tip and you let it coat your fingers before rubbing it against his head and shaft. a guttural moan left his throat. you decided to tease him a bit and let go of his shaft. your soft fingers dragging up and down his thighs. answering you with a trust of his hips and breathy words,

‘god… y—you have no idea the t—things i’ve been waiting to do to you.’

eddie’s lips crashed into yours before he grabbed steve’s headrest with his left hand. he was leaning into the front of the car. you moved your hips against him and he moaned him steve’s ear. he had to catch his composure as he carefully held the small of your back with his free hand. he said something to steve that you didn’t quite catch.

‘drive. fucking. faster.’ he demanded.

steve obeyed. just like you had moments prior. it was so pathetic the grip that eddie had on the two of you. steve watched eddie throw you into the seats. he was over you and wedged himself between your legs. his hard cock humped your thigh that was bound by your tight jeans. he needed to get you out of those jeans. he moaned into your kiss as the vibrations of the car speeding made you shake under him. neither of you could tell it was your body’s reaction to him being so handsy or the bumpy road. a hand snaked down your tummy gripping your sides. when it arrived to the button that held your jeans together eddie made quick work of it. slowly, he pushed his hand past your waist line and into your panties. he teased the outside of your folds. you were drenched. your slick coated his fingers and invited him deeper, but he just toyed with you like it was just all a game for him.

‘so wet for me, pretty girl. barely even touched you… did me saving you from a big scary guy turn you on? hmm?’ he questioned.

no response from you.

‘maybe you liked being all vulnerable for me. needed me didn’t you, sweetheart? a pretty girl like you can’t be trusted to be watched by an airhead like stevie?’

‘hey!’ steve argued.

eddie didn’t like that response. he pulled away from you yelling at the bimbo brunette and tucking his dick away. his hands still down your pants. he was finally snapping.

‘what so you swap spit with my girl but wont be the one to save her ass? really steve?’ a good counter point.

the tension was back. damn, if he didn’t look fucking hot when he was angry though. subconsciously eddie was still teasing you with his fingers while he argued with his best friend. he rolled his eyes in the back of his head out of annoyance. you couldn’t help but stare at him as his blood boiled with hate. the veins on his neck sticking out. your needy hands pulled him back down to you. nuzzling your face into the nape of his neck. your soft nose danced up his check so your lips could reach his ear.

‘please. teach me a lesson.’ you begged.

he listened. you were so fucking hot. eddie pushed a finger deeply into as you nodded to him answering his previous questions. slipping his palm onto your chest to give your tits attention. he pushed the bra off of you to reveal your nipples. taking his time with both of the sensitive buds. he rolled one of them between his calloused pointer finger and his thumb. the other he sucked on with his warm mouth. tracing his wet tongue in soft little circles causing you to beg for more. moans filled steve’s car. steve couldn’t quite take it anymore.

‘don’t you normally shut her up?’ he scoffed.

‘mhm. i do… but when fuckers like you think you could make her sound sweeter than this.. i have to remind you.’ eddie jabbed.

your chest was warm with butterflies. eddie pulled his finger out of your pussy leaving you nothing to clench onto. he whispered lewd promises into you ear. telling you the things he was going to do with you soon.

‘im gonna cuff your ankles together… gonna hold your knees down so they touch your chest and burry my cock into that pretty pussy. m’promise to try to be gentle at first… im gonna use you like a little cock sleeve. can’t promise that i won’t hurt you.’

his hand grazed over your wet mound as he said it. he could still feel your warmth through your jeans. you twitched.

‘oh? you like that idea? maybe… that’s being nice… how about i fuck this pretty throat of yours. ill hold your nose so your spit drips down your chin and onto my thighs. you promise to swallow me just how i like?’ eddie questioned. breathing heavy into your ear.

you couldn’t form your own thoughts everything eddie was saying filled your ears. no coherent words left your mouth just pitiful moans.

‘need you to be a good girl and listen tonight. im gonna make you forget all about steve, baby. fuck him right out of this pretty skull of yours.’ eddie groaned.

steve desperately tried to ignore you two as he rolled down his window to escape the smell of sex. turning up his radio that played ‘i wanna know what love is’ on his foreigner cassette tape. in obvious steve fashion he mumbled the words. he knew he was about five minutes away from the trailer park now. you both were wrapped up in your own little world as eddie continued,

‘when im close baby i want to bottom out inside of you… need you to beg me to cum inside of you. fill you up. make you mine all over again. can you do that for me pretty girl?’

even though the three of you could tell you were pulling into the trailer park eddie still relentlessly worked on warming you up. tonight was going to be a night that took a toll on your body. he was going to make sure of it.

‘when i get home you’re so dead.’ he whispered.

fin.

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fandomrants2878 · 2 years ago

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Could we get some lumax fic if you don’t mind. Thanks

Lucas Sinclair x Max Mayfield

Warnings: some PTSD mentioned and some language

Type: angst and fluff

Title: Can You Hold Me

The Hawkins crew were sleeping in the abandoned Byers house as they hid from Vecna. Everyone split off into pairs as the teenagers took turns keeping watch over the house. Max and Lucas were in Jonathan’s old room huddled together on the floor with a thin blanket over Max.

Lucas wanted to give max a bit of space so he didn’t scare her. Her trust issues and depression had completely taken over and made her cold to everyone in her life. Lucas wanted to be there for her but didn’t want to risk losing her forever. As he stared at the ceiling lost in thought he heard soft whimpers beside him.

“Max?” Lucas asked softly as he turned to stare at the girl.

Her face was scrunched up as tears slid from her closed eyes. Her red hair was a mess covering part of her freckled face. Her whimpers grew louder and the tears fell more frequently.

“Max, please wake up,” he begged shaking Max to wake her from her nightmare.

Max shot up into a sitting position and started hyperventilating.

“No! They need to take me! I don’t deserve it,” she said in between labored breathing as her body shook with sobs.

“Max, it was just a dream,” Lucas said bringing her into a hug.

Her head rested on his chest as she listened to the beating of his heart. They stayed in this position for thirty minutes as Lucas whispered encouraging words to help her through her panic attack. Once she was calm enough to pull away he threaded his fingers through hers.

“What happened?” He asked her softly.

“I dreamed that Vecna came back and had me choose between myself and billy. I chose to save myself and I watched billy die. Again. He was screaming and begging me. He called me a selfish bitch and said I deserved to die. I do, I couldn’t save him,” she said wiping her blue eyes that were glossy with tears.

“Max, it wasn’t your fault. You did everything you could to save billy. You spent hours stressed out trying to figure out how to save billy and defeat the mind flayer. And I know your a good person Max because you still loved him despite all his flaws,” he said gripping her hand tighter.

“Thank you, Stalker,” she said softly as a playful smile played on the red heads lips.

“Of course,” he said sharing the similar smile.

“I’m tired,” she admitted.

Lucas laid in the same position as before, but this time max rested her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her closer to him. They through the thin blanket over them as Max fell asleep the sound of Lucas’s calm heartbeat helping her fall asleep.

Once she was asleep, Lucas pressed his lips on the top of her head and whispered,”I love you, Zoomer.”

He stared at her until his eyes felt heavy and he fell asleep. Soft snores fell from his lips as the red head turned her head up and stared at his features.

“I love you too, Stalker,” she whispered and fell asleep happy to have him back.

Lucas was her safe place. He made her smile and feel like she deserved love. It scared her that someone cared for her like that, but with Lucas. She felt like she was at home. And Max hoped, in that moment, that she would always feel at home wrapped in his arms.

Outside the sleeping teens room Steve was handing Robin a ten dollar bill.

“Told you they would confess their love to each other,” she whispered with a cocky grin.

“Whatever. Let’s go wake up Nancy and Eddie, I’m exhausted,” Steve said and went into the room where they slept.

Robin took one last look into the room with a smile.

“Young love, how heart warming.”

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renova-writes · 3 years ago

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the silver shadow. part 4

summary: The Avengers come up with a plan to capture you. Unfortunately, you are not a stupid girl. They know this and must come up with something that is foolproof. Everyone knows that this is their only chance for decades to get you and they are not messing around. You make your way to one of your many safe houses only to get captured. But, as it turns out, the Avengers want you alive.

word count: 2,007

warnings: swearing, violence, talk of suicide

tags: @shadowolf993 @daisy116

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a/n: I’ve got my plan for this fic FINALLY laid out. I’m sorry it’s taken so long for this chapter. I’ve been busy with the end of the school year and stuff like that. Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter. If you do you should totally ask to join the tag list for this fic or request your own. And remember: comments and asks are always okay.

What was the point?

"Where do you think she is?" Rhodes asked. Fury had called him in from the Military to find you. He and the rest of the Avengers were in Tony's penthouse living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed off just how high up the room was. Not only displaying the might of the building, but it also had a near-perfect view of Manhattan. The city that never sleeps was illuminated by the pinkish-orange glow of the sunset.

"According to my calculations and the report of the Special Ops on the train that reported her. She is approximately 80 miles outside of Quebec. "Vision said, "Whether she is aware of that proximity or not, our best move would be to have a watch in the city."

"Definitely," Steve agreed, "I'll talk to the mayor and call in a few favors."

"What if she never makes it to Quebec? She's probably not stupid. What if all those eyes cause her to stay off the grid? Then we'll never catch her." Tony criticized. It was true; you weren't stupid. If you got wind of an alert to look out for someone who looked even remotely like you, you were going to stay as far away if you could.

One time, you had left a witness, and they reported you to the police. Like clockwork, they put out a wanted alert. It was 1985, and you were in Los Angeles, so they had more significant issues to deal with. You got lucky because, at the time, it was the height of the terror caused by the Night Stalker.

To be honest, you had never really understood serial killers. You were technically one, but the psychopathic killers—the crazy cannibal sadists. HYDRA had checked your mental health, and the results had come back pretty standard. There was a bit of crazy in you, but hey, who doesn't have any?

Since everyone was so scared of the Night Stalker, they didn't pay too much attention to someone who had killed one minor, uninfluential politician. No one reported you, and no one cared. You left Los Angeles unscathed but a little rattled.

What if someone had reported me?... What would happen?... Thank God it didn't happen this time?... I need to be more careful…

You had learned your lesson. If you got wind someone was looking for you, they were never, ever going to find you—end of story.

"He's right," Bucky said as he walked into the room. After Steve talked to him, he went back to his room to clean up before joining the rest of the Avengers in coming up with a plan to catch you. "She's careful. There's too much on the line for her."

"Then what do we do?" Wanda asked, "How do we catch her?"

"Hear me out… We still do a watch and tell the mayor. But we don't release it to the public. We let law enforcement know and send them as many troops as we can." Clint suggested.

"With undercover cops?" Banner asked.

"Exactly," He responded. "Let Y/N think that everything is normal. That no one's looking for her."

"All in favor?" Steve asked. Everyone voted yes. It was a good idea. You didn't know it yet, but it was an excellent idea. "I'll let the mayor and police chief know then."

Steve walked out and made his way to one of the comm rooms. The rest of the avengers looked among one another. They were all on edge. Sam Wilson, who had absolutely no idea how dangerous you were, was the least worried. To him, you were just another common criminal who would be caught. On the other side of the spectrum, Bucky could barely keep himself together. After excusing himself, he walked to the bathroom, locked the door, and wasn't heard from for a few hours.

Everyone else waited for a while to see if they were still needed before making their way to various spots. Some, like Nat and Wanda, went to their rooms. Banner went to the lab with Tony, and Clint went to the gym.

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You were no better off than you were yesterday. Maybe you had clothes, sure, but you also managed to have sex with an asshole and assault the guy. Alex wasn't going to remember it, but that didn't make it right. Out of all of the things you had done, your conscience said that was the worst. You had acted like a monster. Hopefully, he would be okay. You wouldn't.

After storming out of the King's Treason, you found yourself on a dirt road through a forest. It was the middle of the night, and all the stars were awake. You wondered what was up there. After watching the Battle of New York unfold on television, you were well aware that you weren't alone in the universe. Thor had made that clear. But you still didn't know precisely what there was. In your mind, the galaxy was rich with alien life. Things that looked like humans but with rainbow-colored skin. Somethings that looked nothing like humans. You wondered if it was like Star Wars showed it. That would be cool. But you didn't know, because you had never seen an alien in real life before.

When you stared at the stars, there was always one that stood out to you. It wasn't the biggest or the brightest, but it was the most beautiful. If someone asked you if you wanted to go to space and you could go to any star or place, that would be the one. It didn't matter if nothing was there, but you knew there was. You just knew. The moon was bright tonight too. It dimed out the light of the surrounding stars and made the night on Earth a little brighter.

There was only one road to follow. Since all roads lead somewhere, you picked one and started walking. The night was peaceful and quiet. That was what you needed. You looked at your watch that had a compass on it. You were heading southeast.

The scenery remained the same for the first few miles. Suddenly the forest began shifting into the countryside. The rolling hills morphed into gated suburbs. A quick glance at your GPS told you that you were in Quebec.

Quebec…. I have a safe house here… Finally some peace and quiet…

You walked for an hour until you found the road that led to the neighborhood your house was in. It had been a few years since you had gone to his house. Everything was the same, but a little different. The streets were emptied in the early morning air, but it wasn't the same Quebec that you remembered. The barbershop on the corner was gone. The window that had once said Chez Berruby's Barbers had been changed to an ice cream store.

The more you looked, the more you saw the changes. That was never a good sign. But you ignored it and kept walking down the street until you got to Rue Saint-Paul. That was your street. You were right; everything was changing. Every single house on the street looked well kept and trimmed. The bushes were perfect, and the grass was green. Then there was your safe house. The yard was brown, and the windows were cracked. It stuck out like a sore thumb, which meant you would stick out too.

It's only for a night… Or two… We'll move on again…

You looked in a small notebook you kept in your supply belt for where you had hidden the key. Under the pot shaped like a frog. Was it on the front steps? No. After searching the side gate area, the garage, and the balcony over it, you concluded that there was no frog pot. There might have been a few years ago. But a lot can happen in a year. Let alone three or four.

"Well fuck it," you muttered. You got a knife out and picked the lock. A click told you the door was unlocked, so you went inside. You opened the door and stepped inside. The house was musty and smelled like cat pee. You followed the hallway past the stairs and into the kitchen.

To be honest, you didn't know what you were expecting when you opened the fridge. Definitely not food. To your surprise, there was a moldy pizza and flat Coca-Cola. You were not that desperate. After rummaging through the cabinets, you found some cans of kidney beans. The expiration date was last week, but they'd have to do.

Halfway through the can of rancid beans, you heard the fists banging against the door.

"Y/n Y/L/N? We know you're in there." A deep voice yelled, "Turn yourself in now, and we can do this quickly and quietly. I will give you a minute to come out, and then we will come in. Understood?"

No. They were most definitely not understood. You would not be going out without a fight. They were probably going to execute you right there on the steps. If they wanted to kill you. They were going to need to catch you first.

How about a game of cat and mouse?... Maybe this mouse will bite you in the nose... Who nose...

But you couldn't take it anymore. Fear took over. Instead of fighting, your first instinct was to hide. You flew upstairs and flung yourself into the top shelf of a closet. Who cared if it wouldn't be able to hold you? You were hiding for your life. Fear crept up your spine as you saw the end come into sight. Movies always showed the last moments of someone's life as an emotional roller coaster. Maybe if you lived longer, you could have seen some more movies. But they were right.

What had you done with your life? Lie? Kill? For what? For who? What was the point? You had never trusted anyone. Never loved anyone. You didn't even know what love was supposed to feel like. If you could live again, you would try to be a regular person. To live and love. For a trip to Starbucks for an Iced Latte be a normal thing. Not something you had to plan for months for. For friends. People you could trust and care about.

You wished that you could be dying in a huge comfortable bed, with your lover holding your hand. Surrounded by friends and family. Reflecting on your life and having no regrets. You could have a beautiful funeral where people flocked from near and far to celebrate the life of the girl they all loved. Your family would get so many flowers that all the bees of the world would come and dance on your grave.

But that was a fantasy.

Instead, you were alone. Scared out of your mind on a shelf in a closet. In a house that wasn't yours. Alone.

Tears fell down your face as you compared what your life could have been to what it was. You almost wanted them to kill you so it could be over.

It's all over… And I'm… Happy?...

"Anyone in here?" A soldier called. You were surprised he couldn't hear your heart hammering through your chest. Or the hurricane in your eyes.

The footsteps of three other soldiers entered the room and began tearing it apart.

Five… Four… Three… Two… On-

"Found her!" He shouted. He opened the closet door and barely had time to get the sentence out before you shot him. You didn't even have room in your mind to feel sorry. You were numb and tired and scared for your life.

You jumped out of the closet and aimed your gun at the next guy.

He fell down. And the next. You only got shots onto those two before everything went dark.

Am I dead?... Please tell me I'm dead… Shit…

The darkness faded into blinding white. After that faded, you saw that you were in a prison cell. And not dead. Fuck.

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mosswillow · 4 years ago

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Learning To Love - Steve Rogers x Reader (featuring Texas vibes)

Summary: Life always does this thing where it puts you in situations you swore you were done experiencing. You’re done having relationships, but they may not be done with you.

Warnings: Smut, feelings, angst, interrupted assault (In relation to this, attacker going unpunished, intimidation, stalker vibes.), mature themes, 18+ adult content, slow burn?

A/N: This is a gift for @joannie95 for the Hoelentine’s Day challenge! I hope you like it. This isn’t a dark fic but it is a little heavy, there’s a healthy dollop of anxiety and feelings throughout with a happy ending.

Thanks to @amythedvdhoarder @chrissquares and @drabblewithfrannybarnes for putting this whole thing together, it’s such a fun challenge!

By clicking keep reading you confirm you’re over 18. This is mature content, be careful.

Unlovable.

When asked to describe yourself it’s the first word you think of. Your very first boyfriend spent months emotionally abusing you and by the end of the relationship it’s what you truly believed about yourself. Every relationship after has been the same. Your insecurities and inability to trust causing tension that eventually sabotages any chance at making things work; and with each failed relationship your view of yourself becomes more and more loathsome. Self hatred and depreciation surround you in a cloak of misery, convincing you that they’re your friends. It’s all your fault, you deserve all of it, You’re unlovable.

So you don’t do relationships anymore. You want nothing more than to love and be loved, to hold hands and kiss under the moonlight. You want a partner to share your life with, an emotional connection that transcends yourself, creating a whole new person.

If only you were good enough, worthy enough for love.

But you’re not.

---

“No eating in here Dr. Rogers,” you chide.

Steve looks up at you and gives a smirk.

“How about a little bribe.” He holds up a bag of beaver nuggets. You roll your eyes and look around before sticking your hand in and grabbing a few puffs.

“I knew you couldn’t be perfect all the time,” He teases.

“Don’t you have an office or something?”

“I like it better here, I get to be scolded by a beautiful librarian and don’t have to deal with the other professors.”

You’ve known Steve for years. He started teaching at the same time you joined the library staff at Rice. He’s genuine and kind. You’ve watched him help countless students outside of office hours. Everyone likes him, including you. You really like him a lot. That’s why you can’t let yourself entertain the possibility of being with him. You can’t lose him. You can’t bear the inevitable conclusion of him looking you in the eyes and telling you he’s done, that you’re too much for him.

“Well you’ll have to pack it up, they’re sending everyone home because of the hurricane.”

“It’s barely even a hurricane, more like a tropical storm,” Steve scoffs.

“Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

You close the library down before heading to your car. The wind has already started and the sky darkens by the second. You smell the slight scent of sea air and know it’s close. The humidity, which you forgot could even get this bad, causes you to start sweating profusely and you want to get home and take a shower before the storm starts. You have a pint of blue bell waiting for you at home along with a stack of unread books, a quiet night sounds perfect.

“Hey.”

You whip around and see a familiar face, a grad student who visits the library often. Alex, you remember.

“Sorry, I just closed the library down. You'll have to wait until the school opens.”

He takes a small step forward, close enough that your personal space is violated, while at the same time far enough to where the invasion feels almost accidental.

“I’ve watched you around campus, noticed your schedule.” It’s not an accident.

It’s not unusual for students to flirt with you but this is less flirting and more just creepy.

“Oh, um yeah I work a lot.” you take a step back and he follows.

“You don’t have a boyfriend.” He states.

You stare at him and take another step back, hitting your back on your car. You grab onto the handle and he reaches out and grabs your hand.

“Hey don’t be like that. I’m a good guy. I won’t hurt you.”

You pry your hand away..

“One date, say yes.” He says, slowly pushing his body towards you.

“No, I have to go.”

You press yourself against your car as his body goes rigid.

“You’re such a fucking tease, parading around me for weeks.”

He takes a tiny step back but places his hands against your car, caging you in. You close your eyes and freeze in fear. Your mind screams at you to move but your body just won’t.

He’s suddenly pulled away from you and when you open your eyes the only thing visible is Steve’s back.

“She said no, why don’t you move along and maybe spend some time considering why you feel entitled to women who clearly aren’t interested.”

Alex and Steve stare at each other for a few slow moments before Alex scowls at you and walks away.

“Are you ok?” Steve turns to you.

“I’m fine.” you lie, crossing your arms to avoid shaking.

Steve raises his eyebrows and looks you up and down. You’re not entirely sure how it happens but somehow you end up sitting in the passenger seat of Steve's truck, looking at your apartment building. Rain has started coming down in earnest and you dread running through it.

“Are you going to be ok alone?” Steve asks

“Are you?” You reply.

You look at eachother and your mind clears. His blue eyes stare at you with concern. Steve's hands are still on the steering wheel, clutching on like it might disappear if he lets go. You don’t want to be alone and you can tell that he doesn’t either. You want to feel safe and right now Steve is the only one who makes you feel that way. It would be so easy to invite him in, you know he would say yes.

“You don’t have a car. do you have food? Bottled water? A portable charger?” Steve asks.

“You’re the one that said it’s barely a hurricane.”

Steve sighs and releases his hands from the steering wheel.

“Just call me if you need me.”

You nod and climb out of the truck. The transition from the hot rain to your air conditioned apartment causes you to start shivering and even after you change and cover yourself in a warm blanket you still shake uncontrollably.

---

The storm lasts three days, worse than you were expecting but nothing like Harvey.

Steve shows up at your apartment bright and early a bag of conchas and breakfast tacos in hand. You climb in his truck and buckle your seatbelt. Steve eyes your book bag before backing up.

“You’re not going to work are you?”

“It’s been three days.” you reply.

He looks at you like you’re crazy and you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“It wasn’t that bad, you got there before anything actually happened,” you say.

He opens his mouth and breathes in before biting his lip and driving you to work without another word.

Steve walks you to your car every day after work. You don’t ask him to, he just does. It’s an unsaid expectation you both have. The first week is awkward, You both say almost nothing to each other. The second week though Steve finally breaks the silence.

“How have you been?”

You shrug.

“I filed a complaint. He’s barred from the library and promised not to come near me.” you say.

Steve purses his lips.

“Do you feel safe though?”

“No...”

Steve stiffens and you reach out and grasp his shoulder.

“Thank you for walking me to my car.”

“Of course,” Steve closes the door for you and you drive away.

Steve cracked something on your exterior. You had been pushing off the feelings before Steve asked you how you were and now you can’t push them down any longer. You get in the shower and let the warm water wash over you. At first you feel raw and then angry and then for the first time since it happened you cry. It feels silly, to let something so seemingly small affect you so much. It could have been so much worse, it’s not like anything actually happened. Maybe that’s what scares you, not what happened but the implication of what could have. He invaded your space and intimidated you, making you feel small and helpless. If it wasn’t for Steve…

You let yourself fall apart until the water turns cold, then you pick yourself up and wrap yourself in a soft towel.

You look at the woman in your bathroom mirror and see someone who isn’t you. She’s broken and hurting, her eyes swollen from crying. She looks like she’s about to fall over from exhaustion. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. She has every right to feel upset and frightened about it. She didn’t deserve to have her safety threatened, nobody deserves that.

You didn’t deserve it.

You go to work the next day and the day after that. Days turn into weeks turn into months and the fear slowly leaches out of you as you reach out for help. The woman in your bathroom mirror deserves therapy and so do you.

Steve is always there. He walks you to your car every day. He starts texting you and you text him back. You go out to dinner with him, an ethiopian place this weekend and a mediteranian food truck the next. You form inside jokes and slowly you find yourself telling Steve little things about yourself.

“Why are you single?” You ask him one day.

“I had a girlfriend, she’s not with us anymore. After she… I guess I just… I wasn’t in a place for a long time to date anyone, I cringe now at some of the things I did while dating after she passed.”

He leans back and gives you a little smile.

“I’ll know when it’s the right time to jump back in - when it’s the right person.”

You open up about your past and he listens. He tells you about growing up as the smallest kid in his class, how he was bullied and how suddenly people started treating him differently when he hit a late growth spurt. You feel closer to him than you’ve ever felt with anyone.

---

Steve walks you to your car. Tomorrow is your off day and you stop to thank him and remind him you aren’t working the next few days. He’s looking at you and shifts on his feet, you furrow your brows in concern.

“It’s Valentine's day tomorrow.” He blurts out.

You take a step towards your car, knowing where this is going and not wanting it to go any further.

Steve is the one who holds you together, his friendship helping you in so many ways. He holds power over you though, power to throw you aside and break you apart. You can’t be cast away, not again.

“If you don’t have plans maybe I can make you something for dinner at my place?”

You turn away and grab your door handle.

“Sorry, I’m busy.”

“Oh of course, yeah that’s fine.”

You watch Steve bring his hand up to his forehead in the rearview mirror as you drive away.

That evening you write the text, it’s cowardly but you don’t think you can face him.

I don’t need you to walk me to my car anymore. Thank you for your help but I think our relationship should be professional from here on out.

What? No, we’re friends. Are you ok?

You turn your phone off and take a sleeping pill only to be woken in the middle of the night by pounding on your door.

Steve stands in your doorway. His eyes are red and his hair is messy. He takes a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair.

“You weren’t answering your phone.”

“I turned it off.”

Steve stares at you and you look away.

“What is this about?”

“What is what about?”

“We’re friends. I’m not going to stop being your friend just because you don’t want a relationship. I know this isn’t one sided, that you feel the same way about me. Why are you trying to push me away?”

You cross your arms and look down and he leans over, putting himself in your line of sight.

“If I let you in I’ll get hurt,” you confess.

“Why do you think that?”

‘I..” You stutter

It’s not one moment. Not any one breakup you’ve been through. It’s not even what happened months ago during the hurricane. It’s everything. It’s self hatred, overthinking and analyzing. It’s all the anxiety and stress of life that compounds into fear. Fear of failing and of loss, of getting hurt and breaking. You feel like the only way to keep yourself up and moving is by pushing him away.

“You’re so scared of being hurt but Y/N, you’re hurting. You’re doing to yourself the very thing you’re so scared of.”

Tears start forming, Steve brings his hand up and wipes one away before pulling you into a hug and letting you cry into his chest.

He shifts his face close to your ear and speaks softly.

“I have fear too, but you know what I’m the most scared of? I’m scared of not being your friend anymore. We don’t have to be in a relationship but please don’t cut me out.”

His voice hitches and his grip tightens.

“I love you, I care about you and always will.”

You pull back and look at him, a tear escapes one of his eyes and he promptly wipes it away.

“I’m scared,” you say.

“I am too.”

Your heart beats rapidly as you look up into Steve's bloodshot eyes and see the pain that you’re feeling mirrored back at you. Steve holds power over you but for the first time you realize that you hold that same power over him. You never thought you would be willing to put yourself in a vulnerable position again but somehow, here you are. You put your hand over your heart and feel the life pump out if it and through your veins.

reaching up tentatively, you bring your hand to his face grabbing his cheek gently. You stand up tall and slide your hand behind his neck, bringing him in and kissing him. Tension releases from both of you as you press your lips together, embracing in a warm hug. You pull away and he brings you in for another kiss, this time pushing you into your apartment and kicking the door closed behind him.

It’s a flurry of body parts and heat. You’re ripping off each other's clothing. Steve kisses your neck and you bring your hand to his chest and feel down his abdomen. He groans when you get to his dick and the next thing you know you’re on the bed arching your back as he slams into you. You open your mouth to moan but nothing comes out, Instead your eyes roll to the back of your head as an orgasm washes through you and carries you away.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” He says.

He stills on top of you and then looks down making eye contact before rolling beside you and pulling you into a hug.

“That was...” Steve starts

“Amazing.” you finish.

You pry yourself from Steve and walk to the bathroom to clean up, stopping at the mirror to look at your post sex appearance.

Maybe there’s no way around it. Maybe life will stick you in situations and force you forward against your will. You weren’t trying to let Steve into your life but somehow here he is.

For the first time you don’t don’t feel like this unlovable person. You’re not scared he’s going to leave you or that you’re going to ruin the relationship.

You have a feeling you’ve never truly experienced before and now it all makes sense. Somehow in the last few months you’ve learned to love. You look at yourself in the mirror and see someone worthy.

You’ve spent all your time and energy pushing people away when you should have been building yourself up. You thought that taking care of yourself meant hiding away and putting up a wall.

Self care isn’t a bubble bath or a glass of wine and It’s not something that happens out of fear or anxiety. It’s affording yourself the same kindness and forgiveness that you would give anyone else. It’s looking at yourself in the mirror and recognizing that you deserve to love and to be loved. It’s giving yourself permission to feel however you feel without guilt or shame. It’s love in its purest form and you deserve it.

You are not unlovable.

Steve walks up beside you and kisses your temple.

“When you said you loved me...” you start.

“I meant it.” He says quickly.

You turn and look at him, biting your lip before saying something you’ve been so scared of for so long. You kiss his cheek and smile.

“I love you.”

#happyhoelentine’schallenge2021 #steve rogers x reader #mcu fic #reader insert mcu #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x fem #steve rogers angst #steve rogers au

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mrsarnasdelicious · 3 years ago

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We're Still Standing - MCU Multiship Fic

Self Serving Avengers PolyShip Fic, very canon divergent. I am not sorry for any of it!

Reader is involved with Loki, Thor, Steve, Bucky, Rhodey, Strange and Pietro. A lot of shipping between characters as well. Main one’s are Stucky and Thorki.

Ch 1: Chaos Crawling

“I have need of you.” The disembodied whisper raises the hairs in your neck. “What for?” You ask, through gritted teeth. “You’ll see.” The voice chuckles wickedly. “I already don’t like where this is going.” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

A hand grips at your shoulder. “Oh you will.” Cold breath gusts over your ear. “Just get it over with.” You reply. “So impatient.” The voice replies. You bite on your cheek in order not to snark back.

In a flash of light, you are taken into the sky. Rainbows flash around you and you can do nothing but stare. You most certainly do wonder where you are being taken this time.

You arrive in a golden, circular room.

“Thank you, Heimdall.” You look behind you, to find The Crawling Chaos, garbed in a white robe, talking to a dark skinned man, clad in golden armour. The Son of Nine Mothers turns his golden eyes on you. “And who might you be?” He asks. “I … I am Y/N..” You mutter. His intense gaze makes you a bit self conscious. Heimdall slowly nods. “Very well.” He rumbles.

He slowly turns back to Nyarlathotep. “Is he expecting you?” He asks. The Elder God shakes his head. “It is a surprise visit.” He purrs. Heimdall tenses a little bit, but nods. “Very well.” He rumbles.

“Come, my child.” The Crawling Chaos purrs to you. “Yes master.” You follow him outside the golden room.

You gape as from the room, you walk onto a rainbow bridge. “Behold the bifrost.” Nyarlathotep purrs. “The bridge that connects Asgard to Ygdrasil.” You say. The Elder God nods slowly. “Indeed. Clever girl.” He strokes your hair. “Are we going to cross it?” You ask. He gives you a small nudge. “Yes we are.” He replies.

And thus you cross the bridge, into the realm of the gods.

“Are you ready to enter Valhalla before your time?” Nyarlathotep jokes. “I doubt Odin wants me in his hall.” You roll your eyes. “You have Viking blood.” The Crawling Chaos teases. You heave a soft sigh. “Just lead me wherever we need to go.” You hiss. “Yes yes.” Nyarlathotep murmurs.

Guards glare at you as you pass them by, entering golden halls with more bravoure than the myths ever said Valhalla would have.

Two ravens circle overhead and caw, before soaring into the halls as well. “Hugin and Munin.” You whisper. The Elder God nods calmly. “Very good, you did your homework.” He chuckles. “Why are we meeting Odin?” You ask him. He can only smirk in reply. “Be patient child, be patient.” He murmurs.

The All Father is seated on a grand golden throne. He looks more human than you expected. Or maybe that is what you can perceive him as. Gods are too complicated for human brains, usually. Maybe that is the case for the Aesir as well. This near human form might be all your human brain can comprehend.

Odin peers down on you with one eye.

“Odin, son of Bor.” Nyarlathotep purrs pleasantly. It’s like he is hosting Odin, rather than the other way around. That somehow sort of creeps you out. Odin might be a god, but The Crawling Chaos is like on another level altogether.

Odin nods quietly at Nyarlathotep. “Welcome to Asgard, Stalker Among the Stars.” He says. His voice is clear and calm. Something in his tone belies his true power. He’s tense in his throne, ready to strike.

“Who have you brought?” He asks. The Crawling Chaos smiles admittingly towards you. “This is my companion Y/N. I am training her to be my Emissary in these dire times to come.” He replies. Odin grunts in disquiet. “What have you been told?” He asks. Nyarlathotep shakes his head. “Only I shall act, you will have to wait and see.” He murmurs. He is claiming the higher ground with such ease. “Then what do you want from us?” Odin asks. “Polishing relations.” The Elder God chuckles. Odin looks at him with exasperation. Nyarlathotep smirks back at him.

“And now I must host you?” Odin asks. “It would be very much appreciated if we were to feast tonight. We’d like to stay a while, but I will only insist on the girl staying. I can accommodate myself elsewheres if need be.” The Crawling Chaos replies. The smile he sends up is polite. But you know much better. You know Nyarlathotep thinks very little of The All Father. He is here to assert himself.

One of Odin’s ravens caws. He knows, too.

Soon, you are led to guest chambers. Servants let you know they will soon be back with appropriate clothes for the Feast. You have no idea how to reply. So you just mumble a soft ‘okay’.

The chamber you are given is more luxurious than anywhere you have ever stayed before. It is roomy and the walls and floors are made of marble, cream coloured marble with veins of gold and rose quartz. It’s decorated with rugs so plush your feet sink in at least five centimeters. Elaborate tapestries display all sorts of fantastical creatures.

The bed is enormous, made with purple silk. And the on suite bathroom has a tub as large as a pool. You can barely believe your eyes at the golden taps and the amazingly plush towels. This place is something else…

“Well well, what have we here?” You hear a deep voice rumble. You turn around, face to face with a bearded young man. His hair is strawberry blond and there is an oafish grin on his lips. “He-hello..” You stammer. His grin widens.

“And who might you be?” He asks. “I could ask you the same.” You reply.

His chest puffs out. “I am Thor, God of Thunder.” He replies. “Huh, I thought you’d be a ginger.” You say. Thor frowns at you, but he does not question it.

“You would look quite good as a ginger, brother.” A pale black haired man saunters in. Thor turns to him. “Have you met Y/N yet, Loki?” He asks. The other man shakes his head. “I have not.” He drawls.

Loki carefully takes your hand and leans in to press a kiss to your knuckles. You fluster a little. The charm of Tricksters shall never not affect you.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N.” He purrs. “Lo-lovely to meet you t-too.” You stammer. Loki smirks wickedly at you. His jade eyes shimmer with mischief as he keeps eye contact. You feel your cheeks burn.

“Stop your flirting brother.” Thor says loudly, clapping Loki on the shoulder. The much slighter god almost doubles over, causing his forehead to collide unsoftly with your nose. “Ouch!” You yelp. “Thor, look what you did!” Loki hollers. He elbows Thor away from you and cups your cheeks to inspect your face. Luckily you are not truly hurt. “Thor, you oaf.” Loki tisks.

You fluster darkly, with Loki’s rather cold touch still on your face. He can surely feel your skin heat up. “If you don’t let her go, she might explode.” Thor counters. A smirk tugs at Loki’s lips. He slowly unhands you.

Servants come in with dresses, a flask of some dark red drink and a bowl of fruits. Thor and Loki look up at them. “I think we should leave them to it, brother.” Loki tells Thor. Thor huffs, but does not protest.

They take their leave without another word. The servant busy themselves with you right away. You’re poured a glass to drink and the bowl of fruit is held out to you. Then they set to taking your measurements. And by some unsung sort of magic make your dresses to measure right away. Every gown is more luxurious than the next.

Either Nyarlathotep is a highly esteemed guest, or Odin fears him in his heart of hearts. You suspect the second. Odin as traded his eye for knowledge, so he must surely know the truth of The Crawling Chaos’ powers. Only fools and ignorants do not fear Nyarlathotep. And Odin is most certainly no fool.

When the servants are done, you pick a dress and a pair of satin slippers. One serving girl remains to braid your hair. You stand still, not sure how to feel about this yet.

You are shown to the feasting hall. There Nyarlathotep approaches you again. “You fit in perfectly.” He murmurs. He is still wearing his thin grey turtleneck and skinny black jeans. He likely means to stand out, purposefully.

You, however, blend in perfectly. And you turn heads with every step you take. Gods and goddesses look at you as you pass them by. It causes Nyarlathotep to smirk widely. It seems his plan, whatever that may be, is working perfectly.

You wonder what he has in store for you. But you know you will have to wait and see. Nyarlathotep is not the type to reveal his plan. You will know once it is unraveling right in front of you, or rather, around you. You might very well be the center.

You are approached by a radiant young man. Or rather, he looks like a young man. Of course he is not, he is Aesir. And you know who he is. There is no mistaking him.

You curtsy. “My prince.” You cooe. Baldr sends you a gentle smile. “My lady.” He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You can’t help but flush a little. Baldr is as handsome as the myths tell him to be.

His blond hair emits its own silvery light and his face would put even the best painters to shame. You fully understand why he is named the most beloved of the gods.

“I see you have met our charming guest, little brother!” Thor’s booming voice is unmistakable. Baldr chuckles gently. “Yes I have, Thor.” He says patiently. Thor grins down on you. You smile shyly back.

After Thor, Loki swiftly follows. He casts Baldr a resentful look, but then his jade eyes find you. “You look stunning, my lady.” He murmurs. His lips pull into a wicked smirk. “Th-thank you.” You stammer. Loki licks his lips. “You are very welcome.” He cooes.

You gaze into his eyes and you feel butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach. Nyarlathotep bends towards you. “Go on, take the chance.” He murmurs warmly. You can’t help but fluster brightly, all over again.

“May I have this dance?” Loki asks you. “I .. erm..” You stammer. Nyarlathotep sends you a minute nod. “Yeah.. sure.” You answer the Trickster God. He extends his hand to you. You shyly put your hand in his.

Swiftly, he sweeps you off to the dancefloor. You all but stumble over your own two feet and the hem of your dress. You feel increasingly clumsy, whereas Loki proves increasingly graceful. He takes your breath away. There is barely a god lookin as noble as him, save maybe Baldr in all his radiance. Your heart flutters at Loki’s handsome smile and the touch of his hands. He is slightly cold in his hands, but there is a fire burning in his eyes.

“Don’t fall in love.” Loki whispers.

Your ears and cheeks burn bright red. Too late, you are already feeling butterflies, goosebumps and hot flashes, all at the same time. The swiftness with which it goes is dizzying. Maybe it is because he is a god. Maybe it is because he is a Jotun. Probably because he is a Trickster.

Loki sends you his most charming smile. He knows, he absolutely knows. How could he not, it is almost wafting off of you. And of course, he relishes it.

“I won’t.” You reply. Loki tisks playfully. “Lying to the god of lies, how bold and how foolish.” He murmurs. You don’t dare look him into his eyes. He sees right through you and it makes you feel very exposed and vulnerable.

Loki leans closer, his cold breath gusting over your ear. “Don’t lie to me.” He whispers. “I … erm..” You stammer. Loki chuckles darkly. “So cute.” He murmurs. He leans even closer and presses a close lipped kiss behind your ear. He gives you the vapours!

“M-my Prince...” You stutter. Loki pulls back, smirking down on you. “Yours? Is that what you want?” He purrs. He licks his lips in a lusty fashion.

“Brother!” Thor’s voice thunder through the ballroom. Both Loki and Baldr rather abruptly turn to him. Loki does not, however, forfeit his touch on you.

“Thor, please. Not so loud.” Baldr scolds the oldest brother gently. Thor is unabashed. “It is my turn to dance with Y/N.” He booms. Loki looks utterly displeased. “She is not a plaything to be passed around.” He sneers to the Thunderer. “And I am right here. I can speak for myself.” You wring away from Loki’s touch. Loki sends you a glare.

You saunter to Thor, smiling up at him. “Shall we then?” You cooe. Thor sends you a wide grin. “Yes we shall.” He rumbles. His voice is like rolling thunder, powerful and primal. It makes your heart rate pick up a little. Thor seems not as observant as Loki, though.

Thor is not as good a dancer as Loki, but you don’t mind. He smiles so widely and laughs generously.

You also dance with Baldr, Tyr and Freyr. Each god is more charming than the next. Tyr is kind and Freyr tries to convince you to come to his chambers after hours. And all the while Loki is glaring daggers. There is already so much emotion involved that it sort of makes your head spin.

It is probably what Nyarlathotep was planning for in the first place. He is doing this like a master chess player.

Once you are done dancing, you find there is a buffet with a lot of food and drink. You head there to investigate. Loki follows swiftly behind you.

He catches you by the arm. “What are you playing at?” He hisses. You turn to him. “Whatever do you mean?” You ask him, confused. “You know very well.” Loki sneers. “I do not.” You try to wring away from his grip. “Dancing with every new comely god, call that nothing.” Loki starts raising his voice.

You look him in the eye, trying to find emotion there. What you find shocks you. There is fear in his eyes and something you imagine is loneliness. Is Loki already afraid that you will choose another above him? Is he that insecure?

You turn away from him and pour yourself a glass of mead. Loki splutters a little, as though he wants to say something, but refrains from doing so. You grab a few strips of dried honied meat to chow on and leave him behind.

You are quite surprised he does not follow you as you seek out Nyarlathotep. The Crawling Chaos is calmly waiting for you to join by his side. “Are you having fun?” He asks. “Define fun.” You reply. “Oh dear, which of the many handsome gods is being difficult?” Nyaralthotep asks with a smirk. “Take a wild gander.” You reply. Nyarlathotep laughs in a rather cruel fashion. “I should have warned you about Tricksters.” He purrs. You shake your head and sip your wine. “You are a very good cautionary tale in and of yourself, sire.” You tell him. The Crawling Chaos smirks wickedly. “Why thank you, sweet child.” He cooes.

You find yourself a spot at a long table and sit down to observe for a little while.

Loki sits down beside you, but he says nothing. You can just feel that he is tense. You don’t yet turn to him, though. You spectate as Thor and Volstag wrestle, to the amusement of a great many other guests in the hall. Many of them are cheering on the Thunderer. Loki makes a little noise of disapproval.

“Oh come now.” You murmur. Loki scoots a little closer. You decide to indulge him. He wraps an arm around your waist and draws you closer. His cold breath gusts down your neck. You lean back against him. Loki smirks smugly against your skin. He presses another kiss behind your ear.

Your heart beats in your throat. Loki is fickle as no other Trickster. You wonder if you will be able to handle it. Loki inhales the scent of you and shudders a little. You reach backwards, running your fingers into his raven hair. Loki groans darkly. He sighs in delight and leans his chin onto your shoulder. He kisses softly at your neck and you feel his smirk against your skin.

“You are so naughty.” You tell him. “Of course, I am Trickster.” Loki purrs. He nips at the lobe of your ear. You clench your teeth in order not to moan. “You’re trying to seduce me.” You accuse him mildly. “Au contraire, I am succeeding." Loki argues in a soft tone. “Is that so?” You whisper. “Absolutely. Given you are here with me and not with any of my brothers.” He murmurs. “I don’t think they care.” You fluster a little. “But I do.” Loki murmurs.

“Let’s sneak away.” He whispers. You bite your lip. You know what that means. You know what he wants. You are no fool.

But you have only just met him, and he is coming on so strong. And he is already so jealous. You are not sure if it is wisdom to already go to bed with him. So much could go sideways. He is a Trickster after all.

But you know this is according to Nyarlathotep’s plan. You are not sure what The Elder God’s scheme is this time, but it must be something big seeing as he is meddling with Norse Gods.

“I am not sure.” You mutter to Loki. Somehow you doubt he’ll take it well. “Why not?” Loki asks. You gaze down on the bench, not sure exactly what to say. “Is it too early?” Loki asks. You press your lips together. You can’t infer his meaning in his words. He might mean too early in the evening, or he might mean too early on in general. “Too early.” You whisper. It is not an affirmation. It is more a contemplation. You are unsure of how to proceed. You are even a little unsure of Loki… and of The Crawling Chaos…

#MCU #Marvel #Loki x Reader #Pre Thor I #added bonus of Nyarlathotep

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ad1thi · 4 years ago

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henlo adi tis i with a request for some stevetony fics,,, angsty if you have 'em 💓

okay so this rec list is mainly classic stevetony fics, but i assure you - there’s angsty ones in there (ive marked the angsty ones with a 😞 so you can identify them quicker) just a general note that a lot of authors are going to repeat, because there are some authors that (imo) are stevetony staples (so if you see an author more than once - thats a sign that ALL of their stevetony is good and ive cherry picked the ones i love the most) (ive also marked those authors with a 🌟)

in the light of limerence: @shell-heads

It's the final game of the season, their biggest one yet, and there's only one question on everybody's mind: who the hell is Captain Steve Rogers' boyfriend, and why does Cap keep dodging questions about him?

"You gotta admit it's suspicious that only Bucky and Sam have met your boyfriend, dude," Clint points out as he shoves Pietro away with a smirk, pulling the uniform over his head and tugging it down. "We've known you, what-two years? We've never seen the guy even once."

"And your phone mysteriously only has pictures of Tony Stark," Johnny Storm adds as he joins the conversation, knocking knees with Thor when he sits down on one of the benches. "Tony Stark, who has at least ten fansites and personally assured me he's had a boyfriend for the past five years."

"I can't believe Cap is actually out here acting like Tony Stark's boyfriend," Luke says with a smirk, resting against a wall without a care.

"I can't believe you guys still think this is a joke," Sam throws back while tossing his other dirty sock at Luke, who dodges it smoothly.

In little more than ten minutes, the biggest question of Shield University is answered with much aplomb by none other than Tony Stark himself.

almeno tu nell'universo: @silkspectred 😞 🌟 (funfact: this is the fic that got me into stevetony)

Tony drives off.

Well, he wants to.

But he can’t.

Because.

Steve Rogers is in front of his car.

Steve fucking Rogers. Is in front of Tony’s fucking car.

Rookie and Jailbait Take On The World: @theapplepielifestyle 🌟

“You really should be in school, you know.”

“Why would I be there when I could be here, solving crimes with my favourite rookie?” Tony flashes a grin, and Steve’s stomach twists like it did on the first day.

Teenager, Steve’s mind supplies. Definitely not legal, stop doing fluttery things, stomach.

Thumb, Index and Pinky Extended: @/Eudoxia 😞

Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you: @mizzy2k

Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD.

This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man.

Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

Celestial Navigation: @sabrecmc

Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

By request, here is CN in one place without other stories and artwork.

Ironsides: @copperbadge 🌟

Antonia Carter Stark takes no shit and no prisoners.

Paved With Good Intentions (I’m On The Road To Hell): @itsallavengers 😞 🌟

When the mysterious group of vigilante assassins known only as 'The Avengers' are tipped off about the dirty secrets that lie within Stark Industries, Steve Rogers has his heart set on taking out Tony Stark for good in order to protect the rest of the world from his evil. He's seen the footage, after all- Stark is a man who fights only for himself. And of course, when a job arises as chief bodyguard for Stark, to protect him from the growing threat of an ominously infatuated stalker, the opportunity is way too good for him to miss out on. It's the perfect placement, and the perfect way to find out whether or not their tipoff is genuine.

But as Steve falls into rank as the new bodyguard for Mr. Stark and he spends time getting to know and protect him, his initial hatred begins to falter and merge into something different, something far more terrifying than the prospect of killing the face of Stark Industries.

Steve Rogers may just be falling in love with him instead.

The Problem With Communication: @itsallavengers

Steve is terrible at flirting, but when he finally picks up the courage to talk to the adorable barista who makes his drinks, he finds himself hitting a small snag:

That being, Tony is deaf. He doesn't know what Steve is saying.

But never say Steve Rogers does not rise to a challenge.

Killing Me Softly (With His Song): @itsallavengers

Steve is Tony's whole world. Tony couldn't imagine life without him. They've grown up together, after all.

Steve gets cancer.

Open Field In Front of Him: orphan account

Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.

Good For You: @orbingarrow 😞

Steve doesn't understand why Tony dates people who abuse him. Tony doesn't understand why Steve cares.

The rest is bad choices, good choices, rehab, milkshakes, paintball, YouTube videos, couples therapy and learning to put the past in the past. Or: How Tony finds his happy ending.

COMPLETE 5/27/16 Edited to add art as last chapter on 6/23/16

Wrapped Up In Clover: @festiveferret

It's been seven years since Steve and Tony split up, and Steve's sure he'll never see Tony again. He's finally managed to put their failed relationship behind him and move on, focusing on his friends and building his business. But then his best friends, Bucky and Clint, decide to get married, and their wedding week at a cabin resort in Vermont turns into a minefield of heartbreak for Steve.

little green soldiers: @/nasa 🌟

“Rhodey,” Tony says. “I’m not stupid. He’s shipping out in three months. I’m not going to fall in love with him.”

Tony is a student at MIT; Steve is a soldier. They meet at a house party six months before Steve is set to deploy. This is their story.

flesh and bone: @/nasa 😞

“You or Rogers?” they ask, brandishing a knife or a gun or a flame.

“Me,” Tony says, over and over again. “Me, me, me,” always me.

Buried: @not-close-to-straight

When Howard Stark demands Tony work at a dig site in S.America one summer to "build character" and "learn about life", Tony is furious. But then he meets soldier/archeologist Steve and falls in love with blue eyes and a perfect smile.

Just as they are ready to move forward together, Steve leaves abruptly with no explanation and breaks Tonys heart. Ten years later, Tony stumbles across the file for the old dig site. He's determined to visit and shut it down, but discovers that instead of a village, the dig has uncovered a temple and actually needs MORE money to stay open. A security team is hired to protect the staff and the artefacts they find, and Tony comes face to face with Steve Rogers all over again– except Steve is bearded and BIGGER and way more dangerous than he used to be...And Tony likes it.

When the camp is attacked, Steve jumps into action, snatching Tony and running into the jungle to escape and work their way towards safety. But long days and nights together bring back old feelings, and one day Steve takes a risk and asks Tony to give them another chance. Will Tony say yes? Or is his heart buried too far for the soldier-turned- archaeologist-turned-mercenary to find it?

don’t know why it took me so long to see: @3799steps

“Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

- In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognising his boyfriend past a mask

Heartlines: @nanasekei 🌟

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.“

Feel Whole Again: @thepartyresponsible

Steve turns to leave. It’s easier to talk, somehow, when he’s not looking at him. “If you need anything,” he says, “I’m just a few floors down.”

“Might regret that, Cap,” Tony says to his retreating back. “I’ve been told I’m needy.”

Steve doesn’t know who the hell said that to Tony. It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

“It’s an honor,” he says, a little helpless, out of his depth and out of his time. “It’s an honor to be trusted with something like that, Tony.”

Attack Dog: @/salytierra

Steve doesn't swim in self-delusion. He knows that he is sick and that his owner is even worse. He is aware of it every time he rips some nameless guy’s throat out and feels the crunch of bones under his fingers. He is aware of it every time the rush of adrenaline at seeing life slip away from a stranger’s eyes hits him and gets him bothered and panting in ways that have nothing to do with physical exhaustion.

But it feels so good…

His owner’s approach is less personal. His shots fall clean and take out several foes at a time, his figure elegant and so graceful he looks like a god among savages. He is power incarnated, cold and burning like a sun at the same time… and Steve tries not to focus on him when they are fighting together, least his knees go weak and his technique falters. It’s fine though. They will go home afterwards and his owner will fuck him on the hard floor, with most of their gear still on and a vicious grip in his hair.

#adi's rec list #stevetony #superhusbands #steve rogers/tony stark #stevetony staples #OKAY this is like 20 fics long #so im going to make a second post #and the second post will have more #but have these for now :)))#adi answers asks #rhodee

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etherrealoblivion · 4 years ago

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Chapter Three: The Cover

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Fic summary: Owning a bookstore in downtown D.C. came with its fair share of downsides. You never thought that being the target of a serial killer would be one of them. Luckily, a nice FBI agent by the name of Spencer Reid is assigned to watch over you. What's the worst that could happen?

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader

Words: 2,332

MASTERLIST

As soon as the hospital would allow you to leave, Emily and her team drove you to the FBI headquarters where they’d brief you on the plan, whatever that meant.

By the time you’d gotten there, you’d heard more about serial killers and their behavior than you’d ever like to. It took a while for you to calm down enough to properly listen, so when you were ready, everyone was as gentle as possible.

“This unsub has killed three other women at the least,” the bald man from the hospital, Morgan, his name was, said.

“Unsub?” you asked quietly.

“Unidentified subject,” a tall, wiry man said. He seemed a little young to be working for the FBI. “He’s been targeting women of your approximate appearance, same hair color, same height.”

The man flipped over a large whiteboard to reveal pictures of women that looked remarkably like you. It was unnerving in the first place, but downright terrifying when you considered the fact that those women were dead.

“But, I mean, there’s a ton of girls who look like me,” you stuttered. “Just because I look like that doesn’t make me a target, right?”

“All the victims have been discovered wearing elaborate costumes, clothes from many different eras. With each of them, a copy of a classic book accompanied the body.” Morgan looked over the police report the officer had been taking from you. “You said you own a bookstore?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean there’s a killer after me!”

There was an uncomfortable silence as the team looked at each other, clearly unsure of what to say.

“What?” you prompted.

The leader spoke, Hotch.

“We have evidence that this particular unsub has been displaying stalking behavior on an unknown woman in town. Based on your recent break-in and physical appearance, we believe you may be that woman.”

“That’s a pretty big leap,” you said, doubtful. Someone just broke into your house. It didn’t mean there was a crazy stalker killer after you.

“Actually, the theft of a personal item, something that has value to you and only you: the locket, your hairbrush, signifies that the perpetrator cares less about monetary value and more about what you value. This suggests obsession and stalking behavior.”

If a dictionary could talk that’s what it would sound like.

“So, someone’s gonna kill me?”

The team hesitated.

“Unlikely,” Morgan said after a moment, “Most stalker-killers don’t intend to murder the subject of their obsession. Instead, this particular one seems to be taking it out on women who look like you.”

“So, someone is killing because of me.”

The silence was answer enough.

You weren’t sure what you had planned on doing today, but it certainly wasn’t this. Sitting in the middle of an FBI conference room surrounded by agents telling you that there was a killer obsessed with you.

“What’s gonna happen?”

A blonde woman who hadn’t spoken yet came and knelt by you.

“We’re going to place a protective detail on you. An agent will be with you at all times while the investigation continues. We’d like you to continue your routine as normal. Any change in your schedule will prompt a change in the unsub’s behavior. He’s comfortable right now and we want him to stay that way.”

Comfortable. They wanted to keep your stalker comfortable.

“Okay. What do I do first?” You just wanted them to catch this guy so you could move on with your life.

“What do you normally do on Saturdays?” Emily asked.

“It depends. It’s the only day I have off from work. Sometimes I hang out with my friend Steve, go to the park, or just stay home and chill.”

“Well, what does the rest of your week look like?”

“I’m at school from seven to three, then work immediately after. Usually, I close up at eleven so I’m home by midnight.”

A stunned silence followed this summary of your schedule.

“What?”

The skinny man spoke, “What you’ve described is roughly an eighty-eight hour work week not factoring in all the hours doing homework.”

“Fast math,” you muttered. “But, yeah, pretty much. I’m either in school, doing homework, or at work. I don’t even know why anyone would want to stalk me. I don’t do anything.”

“Nevertheless, there is someone after you,” the blonde woman said. “We’re going to have to assign someone from the team to be your protector.”

“Meaning one of you is going to have to follow me everywhere?”

It was an uncomfortable situation already and every question you asked seemed to raise the tension in the room.

“Which of you is it gonna be?” Again, the team looked around at each other, seemingly not sure, themselves.

“Why is this happening to me.”

It wasn’t a question. And they all knew it.

You waited patiently in the next room while the agents discussed what the cover would be. Finally, alone with your thoughts, you found you weren’t as scared as you probably should have been.

Sure, it was frightening to think there was someone obsessed with you, but you’d been in scary relationships before. And when your last ex decided to break in over a year ago, you certainly didn’t get an FBI detail. You wondered if this was at all related, making a mental note to bring it up later.

In the office next door, their voices were muffled but loud. You considered each member of the team, thinking about which one would be the best protector.

Emily was the one you’d talked to the most, Morgan seemed strong, as did the leader, Hotch. You didn’t know who the older gentleman with the goatee was, but he was probably your last choice. The blonde woman had made a nice impression. The tall skinny guy was quick-witted and you would have laughed at his demeanor if not for the serious situation you were in.

Your train of thought was interrupted by the doors opening and the team coming back in, somber but determined looks on their faces.

Hotch spoke first, surprisingly gently.

“We’ve created a protection program. There will be a surveillance team parked outside your apartment and your workplace at all times. You’ll need to stop going to school during the investigation. In the meantime, you’ll need someone to move into your apartment with you to keep a closer eye.”

“How many bedrooms is your apartment?” The skinny man asked.

“One,” at your answer, the skinny man went pink. “Why?”

“The cover we’ve created places, Doctor Reid, here—“ Hotch gestured to the skinny man “—as your boyfriend who’s just moved in with you. That way he can keep you safe in your apartment.”

“Boyfriend?” You looked at him — Doctor Reid — and he met your eyes. Upon the contact, his eyes went wide and he dropped his gaze to the floor, cheeks reddening.

“It’s the best cover to place him in your apartment,” Emily assured you.

“Okay.”

It would be strange to live with a man. Sure, you’d had guys crash on your couch before and one very short relationship where you’d moved in together. But that was after a year together. Could you deal with a strange man living in your home so suddenly?

“You should probably get going,” Morgan said, making you and Doctor Reid jump slightly.

“Of course,” the doctor said, standing. “Um, I don’t have a car.”

You felt yourself smiling for the first time all day. He’s actually rather handsome, you found yourself thinking. That thought was quickly shooed away and you responded.

“Neither do I. I like walking places. Anywhere I can’t walk, the bus is much cheaper.”

He gave you a soft, awkward smile and ran his hand through his scruffy hair.

“Well, you’ll have to use a government-issued vehicle,” Hotch said, breaking the spell between you and the doctor. “It’s safer for you to drive. Now, I want you and Reid to head over to his place now so he can collect his things to move into yours. We have a limited time frame to work in so as not to arouse the suspicion of our unsub. Remember, a security detail will be following you at all times.

“When you get back to your apartment, Reid will send the team a text. We’ll continue the investigation from afar and keep you both updated frequently. Any questions?”

He had spoken so fast, it was a lot to take in.

“Where’s he gonna sleep?” you said, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

Hotch looked at Reid, then back at you. He opened his mouth, about to say something, then thought better of it.

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” he said briskly and left the meeting room.

You turned to Reid and forced a smile. This morning did not go how you thought it was going to, but something about this man cheered you up whether you wanted it to or not.

“Shall we?” he said, motioning to the door and clearing his throat.

Nodding softly, you followed him out of the building and into the parking lot. He led you to a small green car that looked too . . . normal to be in the FBI car park.

“Who’s car is this?”

“It's a government issue. They have a bunch of extra cars down here for undercover work. I grabbed the keys to this one on the way out.” Then, more to himself, “I’ve kinda always had my eye on it anyway.”

He was a strange man. Not the type you expect to work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Even more startling was catching a glimpse of the gun on his hip as you both climbed into the car.

Reid must have noticed your sudden uncomfortability because he said, “I’m sorry about the gun, I know it can be unnerving, but it's a standard-issue. It’s to keep you safe.”

“I know,” you said shortly. You’d never liked guns. But Reid seemed to know what he was doing and, strangely enough, you found yourself trusting him.

Several minutes of total silence later, you were outside his apartment, helping him load a box of his things into the trunk.

“You really didn’t need to carry that,” he said, getting back in the driver's seat.

“I know, I don’t mind. I figure it’s the least I can do for you after all . . . this.”

He looked for a moment as though he were about to say something, then rethought it and started the car up, driving toward your apartment.

“We have to take the elevator,” you said, steering him towards the lift. He’d placed his bag on top of the box despite your protest you didn’t mind carrying something. Even though the pile was stacked so high he could barely see over the top.

“The elevator?” he groaned.

“I know, I hate it too, but the stairs are broken so we have to.”

“Isn’t it usually the other way around?” he grumbled as you rode the lift up to your floor. There was barely enough room for the two of you. It was less like an elevator and more like a small closet.

“This is mine,” you said, unlocking the door and stepping into your flat, regarding it very differently now that a stranger was with you.

“Sorry, let me just—“ quick as you could, you cleared some space on the coffee table for him to set down his things, took some dishes to the sink, and shoved a pile of dirty laundry into a basket.

He set the box down and took in his surroundings. You waited patiently for his judgment.

“Woah!” He pointed to your bedroom door where a huge Doctor Who poster was. You cringed. If you’d known you’d be having . . . company, you’d have tidied up a bit, hid some nerdy memorabilia. At least you’d closed your bedroom door.

“Oh, yeah, just ignore that. Guilty pleasure.”

He looked at you, eyes wide and smiling.

“I love Doctor Who!”

Shocked, you let a smile slip, earning one from him in return.

“Cool! Well, there’s something to do with our time together.”

Reid looked away for a moment, then regained himself.

“So, about the sleeping situation. . ?”

“Right, of course,” you grabbed some blankets from the linen closet and walked over to the couch. “Um, it folds out. Is that okay?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah!” He perked up, slumping down on the couch and getting comfortable. “I can fall asleep pretty much anywhere, it’s no problem.”

“Okay! Well, I think I’m gonna take a nap. Feel free to help yourself to any food or whatever. The bathroom is just right there. If you need anything let me know. Just make yourself at home, really.”

“Thank you, oh, um . . .” he seemed more flustered than an FBI agent should. Actually, it was kind of comforting. “We haven’t really technically met.”

Oh yeah. You hadn’t introduced yourself to anyone back at Quantico.

“Right! Um, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I guess I assumed you already knew that. You’re Doctor Reid?”

You held out your hand for him to shake, but he just stared at it awkwardly.

“Spencer! Please, call me Spencer. Sorry for not shaking hands, but the amount of germs passed through a single handshake is astronomical. It’s amazing it’s still in practice. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

He blanched, then backtracked.

“I mean, not that that’s what I’m suggesting. I just thought it was interest— Let me try again. Call me Spencer. Please.”

He flashed you a pitiful smile, seemingly desperate for a fresh start. It wasn’t necessary though, because you delighted in the way he babbled.

“Alright, Spencer,” you smiled warmly at him. “I’m going to sleep now.”

“Sweet dreams.”

Once you’d gotten comfortable in bed, you realized there was no way you’d be able to sleep. Not with everything that happened today.

Then you thought of the handsome, smart, strong man in the next room who was dedicated to protecting you from any possible threat.

You were asleep within minutes.

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oh-i-swear-writes · 4 years ago

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February 2021 Fic Read Log

How the bloomin’ heck is it the end of February already? And yes, I’m technically posting a little earlier than I normally do, but due to @knotbang posting beginning tomorrow (and keeping me busy until the 26th, by which point I will have posted another whole 65k or so fic myself with 3 updates weekly to make it on time... pray for me, guys) I thought I’d share today what I’ve been reading this month - especially as last month’s was so warmly received <3

Please note, I don’t have everyone on Tumblr (though I’ve done my best to track authors down like the stalky stalker I am) so if you guys know anyone I’ve missed, please please tag them!

Equally, if anyone has anything I should be reading but haven’t, tell me about that too - self-rec’s absolutely welcome here! <3

So with no further rambling from me, everything else is below the cut...

A (fake) Fiance for Christmas by @darter-blue

~15k, fake dating, Christmas parties, idiots in love

Loved, loved, LOVED this! Didn’t even care I read it late/out of season, I love a decent fake-dating-turned-feels fic and this absolutely delivered. It’s fun, it involves awkward exes and how damn awkward the festive season can be to singletons. Lovely!

Love Me Tender Like What Keeps You Well & My Voice Is Back Home While I’m In Hell by @thiccbuckybarnesfic

~13k all together, A/B/O, age difference, Victorian Era

This was completely different to what I usually read, but I really enjoyed it. The world was cohesive and well written, and I love Steve’s reluctance in this whilst he slowly falls for a much younger Bucky. I also loved that it felt so period-typical with Bucky’s parents being fine with proceedings - definitely recommend!

I’m Gonna Love You Endlessly by @greyhavensking

~5k, fluff, asexual Bucky Barnes, Domestic MCU

So this spoke to me for a whole bunch of reasons, but actually a really nice portrayal of an asexual character in a relationship with someone who isn’t ace, and a lot of the frustrations that can be there especially when it is questioned. Very sweet, very fluffy, and very much showing that love can be romantic and demonstrative without it having to be sexual.

Setting out (for a new tomorrow) by racetoanyways

~31k, Smol Steve Rogers, Prince Charming Bucky Barnes, Stucky AU

Jaded Disneyland ride attendant Steve Rogers doesn’t see the magic in the park, whereas Bucky Barnes AKA Prince Charming very much does. They start off not seeing eye to eye, but they get there in the end! Lovely and fluffy, a surprising amount of background story and family life that I didn’t initially expect and you end up seeing the Disney magic (and the happy ending!) right along there with Steve.

Private Showing by @hanitrash

~21k, Ballet dancing Bucky Barnes, Costume designer Steve, Stucky AU

So, for those of you who know me, you’ll already know that any fic involving a ballet dancing character is going to get my attention. I wish I had given this one my attention a lot sooner and not just had the tab sat there open and waiting! Ballet dancing Bucky gives me life, and watching his walls slowly come down as the sexual tension between himself and Steve grows is… well. It’s gorgeous. Some nice sexy smut, some mild D/S tones and a whole lot of two idiots falling in love. What’s not to love?

The Seed and the Root by @the1918

~32k, Farmer! Daddy Steve, Baby Boy Bucky, part of a bigger series

So continuing my Lynne fan-girling as they continue with The Song Of The Rolling Earth (aka SoRE… which may have some other connotations…) Anyway. If you want the start of the smut...IT IS HERE. YES IT IS. And Steve is an excellent Daddy. Ends on a cliffhanger, but totally okay with it when there is more <3

He said Yes Daddy, I do by bangyababy with art by @callmekayyyyy

~10k, Porn star Steve, Part time porn star Bucky, Smut with feels

Usually behind the camera Bucky Barnes somehow gets dragged into starring in a porno with the actor he’s been crushing on since he saw him. One film turns into several until feels become a problem. Needless to say this features some smut, there IS some Daddy! Kink and some adorable feels <3

Make Yourself at home, and i’ll want you to stay by @its-tortle

~5k, Fuck buddies to lovers, Alpine featuring heavily in Bucky’s decision making

Bucky is pretty much the world’s proudest cat dad and has Big Stupid Feels (™) for his fuck buddy Steve. Shenanigans clearly ensue. Absolutely adorable and heavily featuring Alpine, very sweet and soft and made me smile.

Rounder tummies and asshole coworkers by unknownfin

~1k, Established relationship, A/B/O dynamics, Chubby Bucky Barnes, Caring Alpha Steve

Basically, someone makes an insensitive comment to Bucky regarding his body and Steve makes it all alright again. Very cute and very warm-fuzzy-feels inducing.

#fic read log #fic recs #fic rec list #stucky fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #fanfiction #how the hell is it march tomorrow #I'm always surprised by how much I did actually read #send me your recs #much love to everyone

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mixsethaddams · 2 years ago

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WIP Word Search!

Five words to search in your WIPs, tagged from @riality-check. Thank you 🥰

My words were think, baby, hum, beautiful, and silence. All of these stories are unpublished in any way just yet. Let's get into it!

Think. The Interview Series.

"I think..." said Steve, carefully considering the stitching of both t-shirts in his hands. "This one. This is hand-stitched so I'm saying it's more expensive. See, here?"

Eddie leaned in to take a look, but instead of agreeing his brow furrows even more.

"I still think it's the other one," he mumbles, tugging at the other t-shirt. "It's way softer,"

Baby. Only Blue Or Black Days. (Big Bang fic).

"He's acting like a baby for attention," sneered Mr. Harrington. "My wife is a nurse, she checked him over. He's fine,"

"Your...wife..." said Eddie slowly. "His mother. Knows about this?"

Steve could hear the strain in Eddie's voice. He tried to lift his arm to grab hold of his sleeve to tell him it's fine, calm down, it's really no big deal. His arm just flopped down heavily over the side of the lounger.

"Yes," said Mr. Harrington firmly. "She gave him some pain medicine and he went on his way. He doesn't need anyone poking into his business, I'm sure he's terribly embarrassed at the state he's gotten himself into,"

Hum. Honey Don't Feed Me, I Will Come Back.

Being back was great. Of course it was, anything would be better than the rotting hole he was stuck in for six weeks before his friends helped him to claw his way out. But being here, now, in the warm sunshine with a cold beer and listening to everyone chat around him? Bliss.

Eddie was happiest about the fact that he seemed to have come back totally unchanged. Everyone expected some sort of power or abnormality to manifest, the super secret doctors tested his brain function twice a day for ten days, but he was just the same Eddie as ever.

There was one thing though.

It was small, small enough to ignore if he really tried to. It was a feeling more than anything, something that hummed in the back of his mind. Eddie came back completely normal, except for now he was able to see that Steve Harrington never was.

Beautiful. Unnamed stalker!Steve fic, based on this post.

Steve was practically giddy on Tuesday evening. Wednesday morning meant he'd have Eddie in his little cubicle, showing him how to fix the last of those little mistakes he'd made last week.

Steve painstakingly ironed his slacks and made sure his work shirt was perfectly crisp and starched. He picked his very best sweater and tried on three different ties.

He wondered if Eddie would be putting so much effort into his appearance tomorrow. Probably, Steve decided. It wasn't like Eddie wouldn't look beautiful even in a black sack with tissue boxes on his feet, but Steve just knew that he was at home right now primping his curly hair with just as much anticipation as Steve was choosing his socks.

Silence. Unnamed fic based on this tweet.

Eddie was sick of being met with silence whenever he tried to show empathy. It wasn't like they hadn't gone through the same thing. It's what brought them together, after all.

Steve just shook his head and turned away.

"You wouldn't get it," he told Eddie. "It's fine, I don't need to talk about it,"

"Obviously you do, Steve," called Eddie, just as the door of the trailer slammed behind Steve. It hit Eddie's heart like a gunshot.

This was a lot of fun!

Tagging with no pressure: @mojowitchcraft , @eddywoww , @henderdads , @legitcookie , @harmonictechnicality , @kickassfu and anyone else who wants to take part!

Your words are: Gasp, Soft, Shake, Quiet, Heavy.

#steddie #my writing #tag game #seth writes #wip game #sneak peak

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nekoannie-chan · 4 years ago

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My Princess

Pairing: Dark! Steve Rogers X Reader

Word count: 3628 words.

Summary: What will Steve be able to do to have the person he loves with him?

Warnings: Obsession, stalker, non-con., kidnapping, physical and psychologic punishment, maybe torture, violence, abuse, death of characters (not explicit), if I miss a warning, please let me know. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DON’T READ IT.

A/N: This is my entry to the @sherrybaby14 ‘s Sherry’s Reader-insert Smut Prompt Challenge! with the Steve Rogers’ prompt #9:

“Dark! Steve x Reader where he takes her and brings her to his mansion that he designed to be like a castle? And he calls her princess all the time and makes her dress like a princess”

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome. THIS ONE-SHOT IS +18

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU’RE UNDER 18.

Steve kissed your shoulder a little, the night before he had left you exhausted making love with him.

Seeing that you were not waking up, he got dressed and left without anyone looking at him, he had to go to supervise that everything was in order and finished.

Steve was overseeing how the mansion had turned out, he had asked for exaggerated discretion for the transaction, he did not want anyone to know of that property, he had made the design to look like a castle and he wanted his princess to feel like one.

He went in and began to check the closet, the princess dresses he had sent to make especially for you were already arranged there, he was sure that you were going to see very well with them. He did not even care how much he had to pay for them, he had also taken care of the design of each one of them, not only dresses but also nightgowns, slippers, tiaras, hair accessories, whatever he thought was necessary.

He put the last perfume he had taken from your room on the dresser, he had made sure to get the makeup you liked the most.

He smiled, he observed one of your photos he had on his cell phone, realizing the time he decided to leave, and he did not want to be late for training

“Where were you babe?” you asked to see he came in.

"I went for a walk," he replied.

You approached him to kiss him when the door opened and Tony entered.

“Am I interrupting something? Are you going to do something? Ah… of course I forgot that the Capipaleta is a virgin, “Tony scoffed.

“Stark! “You warned him.

Steve smiled internally, no one suspected what they had, they still thought he was so innocent, that would be very helpful for what he planned to do.

While you were with your friends, Steve sneaked into your room.

Everyone believed that you slept in separate rooms, but it was not so until now no one had discovered them.

It was the third time that Steve entered your room without your permission, he smiled with satisfaction when noticing that you hadn't noticed yet, he took one of the perfumes that you had in the dressing table.

He searched among your drawers, careful not to disturb anything, he took the set of underwear that he liked so much to wear; He stealthily left the place, he was always very careful so that no one discovered him, he could not arouse any suspicion.

If Steve was in love with you, according to him, who could not fall before your charm?

But he was also clear about something, no one could deny what he wanted, everyone adored him, he knew that girls could not resist his physique, he could take advantage of those advantages of his position.

He had taken advantage of that to convince you that you were in a relationship.

“You still don't agree that Y/N and Steve are dating, right?” Pietro asked.

"No," Wanda said.

“Y/N loves him, I don't see the problem.”

"There is something I do not like about all this, I would not like something to happen to Y/N" Wanda commented with concern.

Pietro made an awkward gesture.

"It's all his fault, Steve likes to have all that attention, he's obsessed with her, he doesn't want to leave her for a single moment alone," Wanda continued.

Steve watched you while you slept, he couldn't help it, he seemed beautiful to him, and he took out his cell phone and took some photos, being careful not to wake up

"So beautiful looks like an angel," he thought.

He came out trying not to be noise, but he didn't realize that he threw your jewelry box on the floor.

Because of the noise, you woke up.

"Who's there?" You asked sleepily.

When there was no answer, you turned on the light of the nightstand someone or something had entered your room

You got up, covered your body with your robe, and went out, saw Steve in the hallway.

"Steve, did you see if anyone came out of my room?"

"No doll, shouldn't you be sleeping?" he replied trying to look calm.

"I already was, but someone threw away my jewelry box, by the way, what are you doing here?" Shouldn't you be on a mission?”

“I finished it earlier than expected, I was going to train, and I’m still not sleepy.”

You shrugged, there were not many explanations for what had happened to you.

"Maybe it was a Stark experiment or there are ghosts at the base," you determined.

Steve laughed upon hearing your deduction.

"Always such a creative doll."

"Well, I'll go back to sleep," you said with a bit of annoyance.

"Rest" he approached and I kissed you on the forehead

"Wanda, something strange happened last night," you commented.

“What?”

“Someone came into my bedroom while I was sleeping, I woke up when I heard the jewelry box fall.”

"Didn't you see who it was?" Wanda asked.

"No, there was nobody when I turned on the light apart some of my things are missing," you replied.

“What kind of things?”

“A perfume, some of my makeup, some accessories, and…”

“AND?”

"Clothes, even underwear," you said embarrassed.

"That's weird, don't you have a suspect?"

“No.”

"Steve!" Wanda called him.

He ignored her, she ran to catch up with him, seeing her in front of him stopped.

"Steve, what are your true intentions with Y/N?" Wanda asked.

"Y/N is my princess, so I don't think it's your concern."

"YOU'RE OBSESSED WITH Y/N!" She yelled at him.

"No Wanda, you are jealous of our relationship

"I'm not jealous, Y/N is my best friend and I care about her" Wanda said firmly.

"You're not going to separate us," Steve said.

Before she could answer, he was gone.

"I must find out before I tell her," Wanda said as she paced around the room.

"If you are so suspicious of him, you should read his mind," her twin suggested.

"I can't, it's I don't know ... I don't know what he's doing, but it's as if I can only read his superficial thoughts but not his true intentions."

"We must warn them, this can become dangerous."

Steve finished preparing, everything else was ready, the only thing missing was for you to receive the notification, so no one would suspect what was about to happen and when they realized it would be too late.

He was not going to allow anyone to interfere between him and his beloved, not even the consequences that it might have.

He sent the message, now he was going to look for you, obviously taking care that no one else saw them, especially Wanda.

You were walking through the corridors of the base when you met Steve.

"Why aren't you ready?" he asked.

“Ready for what?”

You were confused, you didn't remember having any plans.

"We have a mission," he informed you.

“What you mean? No, none notify me.”

You checked your mobile phone, there was the notification, and it had arrived just five minutes ago.

"Aren't the others going on a mission?"

"It's just the two of us," he clarified.

"I'm going to go to tell to Wanda so she doesn't worry," you said, turning around.

"Y/N, we have to go now."

He took you by the arm, you sighed.

"Okay, let's go."

You went on his motorcycle.

"You look good," he flattered you.

“Thanks.”

He stopped suddenly, they got off the motorcycle, and it looked like you had arrived at the place.

"Did they give you the information?"

“This”.

He gave you a few papers that he had taken out of his pocket. You started reading it, it seemed kind of routine so it shouldn't be difficult.

You started walking through a forest, Steve was guiding you until you reached the place

"It looks creepy," you commented.

You had a bad feeling, that place looked like a horror movie.

"There is nothing to fear, I will protect you," he assured you.

"What about Y/N?" Wanda asked.

"I don't know," Pietro replied.

"I haven't seen her," Nat said.

"Does anyone know where Steve is?" Tony asked.

“Oh no...”

"Is something wrong?" Nat asked.

You entered the place, agreed that it was better to separate to cover more terrain, and finish the mission faster.

You walked into a room, what you saw there left you frozen, one of the walls was full of photos of you, photos that you never remembered someone took you, some of them looked as if they had been taken in fragrant and your lost things were also there. Steve appeared behind you.

"Steve ... What ...?" What is this? ”You questioned as soon as you saw him.

"I didn't think you'd find it that soon," he replied.

"Steve, what does all this mean?"

Steve's face changed, a malevolent smile appeared on his face, and you swallowed out.

"Steve, honey, what does this mean?" Do I have a secret admirer or something? It's a joke?” You questioned.

Silence, for a moment it crossed your mind that this was a trap.

"Steve, let's go please, let's go back to the base," you asked, trying to stay calm.

"There is nothing to fear princess," he assured you.

"We have to go back to the base," you ordered, your voice faltering.

"You don't know how much I love you," he replied.

"I know you love me, but Steve is scaring me," you said as you turned to go to the door.

He was faster than you and closed the door with a lock so you could not escape, you tried to take out your weapon, but he took you by the arm, the struggled a little, he managed to make you throw it, with another movement he knocked you unconscious.

He took you to the castle, took off your clothes and put on the lilac princess dress that he had liked so much, he smiled with satisfaction, you looked just as you had imagined, he brushed your hair put on your tiara, and left you in the room.

Now he had to get rid of the communicators and anything that might indicate the location.

A few hours later you woke up, you blinked several times to adjust to the light, where you were lying was not your bed, it had tulle, it seemed like the beds of the princess stories you read when you were a girl; As you sat you saw the outfit you were wearing, you frowned, you have never seen those clothes before.

How did you get there?

And above all, why did you have a dress on?

You got up looking for your boots, but you only found matching shoes, you sighed, you had no choice but to put on a pair, you looked up and saw yourself in the mirror.

Was it some kind of joke?

You looked down at the dresser, there were almost all the things you were missing from your room, you covered your mouth with your hand.

Had someone taken the form of Steve and kidnapped you?

You looked for all the furniture and drawers for the communicator to ask for help, nothing was there, then your mobile phone was not there, none of your belongings that you had taken to the mission.

You saw the door, maybe there was someone on the other side waiting for you, you went to the window, it had bars inside and outside, you couldn't escape through there, you opened the door, it was rare that I didn't have a lock, you tried to open the others but if they were closed with insurance, all the windows in the hall also had bars, you tried to peek through one, it seemed that what you saw was the tower of a castle.

For a moment you thought you were in Transylvania, you walked up the stairs and down, you went to the main entrance and tried to open, it was impossible.

"You woke up princess at last," Steve said.

"Steven, what does this mean?" you asked.

He did not answer your question.

You came up annoyed and you slapped him, I was hoping that if he was someone with the appearance of your boyfriend maybe he would show his true face, but nothing changed more than his expression, now he felt a little annoyed.

Steve grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the table, you tried to get away without success.

"Let go of me, you hurt me," you complained.

"You have to eat," he ordered.

He forced you to sit down, you looked at the plate with food, you were not going to eat anything, but your stomach protested, so you had no other option, although you could not deny that the food was delicious.

"Let's dance princess," Steve said suddenly.

"I don't want to," you refused.

He pulled you hard to get up.

"I said we are going to dance."

He was guiding you, you were trying not to move, but it was practically impossible.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you and they want to separate us," he replied.

"Steve, let's go back to base, please," you asked.

"No princess, I will not allow anyone to separate us."

He tried to kiss you.

“Don’t!

You pushed him, took off your shoes, and started running all over the place trying to escape, all the doors were still closed, and he caught you.

"You are behaving very badly princess," he sentenced.

"Leave me!" You shouted.

He struggled and dragged you to the room where you woke up, you kept screaming, maybe if someone listened to you they could help you.

"Shout all you want, no one will listen to you, I built this castle especially for you," he explained.

"I don't care, I want to go back to base, I don't want to be here," you whimpered.

Steve looked hurt, he had done all that especially for you and you didn't appreciate it.

"You need a punishment," he sentenced.

He took out handcuffs and chained you to one of the bedposts.

"You will stay like this until tomorrow, I hope you think about your behavior princess."

You saw the clock, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, you screamed and cried until you fell asleep, you did not know where he had gone, you hoped that others would notice that they were not there and would look for you and find you, although you were not sure if they would believe you.

At seven the next morning, Steve came in, he saw you asleep, started kissing you.

"Time to wake up princess," he whispered in your ear.

"Steve, let's go back to the base please," you asked again.

"No princess, let's have breakfast," he refused.

He took you to the dining room, maybe it was best not to make him mad, but you probably wouldn't eat all day.

Then he decided it was time to take a bath, he entered the bathroom with you but not the tub, and he began to wash your body with the sponge.

"Steve, I can do it alone," you said calmly, you didn't want to alter it.

"I want to help you, princess," he replied.

It was awkward, yet you were at a noticeable disadvantage.

"Put this on," she said, giving you another dress.

“Don’t you have jeans or something? “You asked.

"I want you to dress appropriately princess."

You put on the light blue dress that you had reluctantly chosen under Steve's watchful eye.

“You like them? I had them made especially for you, “he commented.

“They are cute”.

He brushed your hair and then put on another tiara, you felt ridiculous dressing like this, and you looked away from the mirror.

"Like you, princess, you know, we are going to be very happy here," he assured you.

"Something must have happened to Steve and Y/N," Natasha said concerned.

"I'm sure Steve is guilty," said Wanda.

"Come on, I don't think Capsicle will be able to harm someone," Tony commented.

Wanda tried to call you unsuccessfully for the tenth time. After several more attempts, they managed to locate your mobile phone near a river.

Steve managed to send false leads, making others believe that here you were kidnapped by some enemy.

Again he had left you alone, but this time you were not handcuffed, you started to check the place looking for an escape.

As soon as you heard the castle door open, you ran, maybe you could escape, Steve threw you to the ground to get away so you got up and changed your strategy, you locked yourself in the room, he opened it easily since he had the keys.

You started throwing at him what you were hiring without importing if you broke or hit him, you wanted to keep him away from you and as soon as you had the opportunity you would go out the door.

He kept coming closer, he threw you against the bed and got on top of you, easily taking off your dress.

"No, no, what are you doing?" you asked, trying to pull him away from you without success.

"You need a lesson, I wanted to do things well, but you refuse to cooperate, then it will be otherwise," he said.

He started stroking your breasts roughly and sucking your body, you kept struggling and the tears started to come out of your eyes, previously Steve had never forced you into anything, but now he seemed not to care what you want.

He penetrated you without caring that you weren't ready, it hurt a lot.

“Stop!”

He covered your mouth with one of his hands as he continued, stopped until he came.

"We will get married and have many children," he said before leaving.

You did not know how much you were going to endure, but you were completely sure that you would find a way to escape.

Taking advantage that Steve was asleep, you hated that princess nightgown that forced you to sleep.

You didn't put on your sneakers, which would give you away, you carefully took the keys, and you knew Steve was smart, but anyone could make a mistake.

You held your breath, one wrong move and it could all end… it didn't sound like such a bad idea if you were sure he was going to kill you, but you knew it wouldn't, it was much worse.

You walked as fast as you could.

You opened the door and started running through the garden, you had no idea where the entrance was.

You didn't even care to feel the grass against your bare feet or the stones, you ran as fast as you could look for the exit.

You heard Steve's voice calling out to you behind you.

You entered the maze, there you could lose it and sneak away, and you hoped that the exit was the door if so, you would go to the nearest town to call Wanda.

You kept walking, sometimes you stopped when you thought you heard Steve close by.

It seemed endless, honestly, you had no idea where you were going, and suddenly Steve tackled you, knocking you to the ground.

"You did something very bad princess," he said between his teeth.

He carried you, you tried to get away, bit him, kicked him, however, he was stronger and taller than you, easily pinned you down, took you back inside the castle.

He tore your nightgown and put you in the tub, he carved you with great force.

"Steve, stop, you hurt me," you asked.

"You have been a very bad girl, princess," he repeated.

“You can have what you want, I can give you anything and still you're trying to escape”

He tied your hands to the headboard.

"You have me kidnapped!"

He slapped you so hard that tears came out of your eyes, he turned you so that you were face down.

“When princesses are bad, they should be taught a lesson.”

He took off his belt and hit your ass several times with it, at first you tried not to make any noise, but the pain was more so you ended up screaming, after a while, you weren't sure if it had been minutes or hours, but what that if you knew is that probably in a few days you could not sit down.

What were you going to do? You had no way out.

If you tried to run away again or something he did not like, he was surely going to do the same, if you did what he wanted even if it was against your wishes, you did not know where you had gone again, he refused to answer your questions, your body still hurt and you were hungry.

"My King, you returned," you said in a shaky voice.

"I see that you finally understood, princess," he congratulated you.

You looked away, you didn't know exactly how you should behave and you were terrified of doing something that would infuriate him, but you were determined to play along.

"I have something to show you," he commented.

He took your hand and led you to the living room showed you some photos.

You covered your face with your hands horrified to see the photos with the crime he had committed, Steve had murdered everyone, your friends too.

"Steve ... why?" You asked crying.

"No one is going to separate us," he assured you with a smile.

No one was going to save you, you would be trapped in that place for the rest of your life.

#Sherry’s Reader-insert Smut Prompt Challenge!#dark fanfic #dark steve rogers #dark captain america #dark fanfiction #dark steve #dark fic #dark steve x reader #dark steve x y/n #dark steve x you #dark captain america x reader #dark captain america x y/n #dark captain america x you

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