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godjustkys · 8 months ago

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╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist;

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR;

- Teen wolf

- Marvel Cinematic Universe

- Supernatural

- The Walking Dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Stranger things

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

- F.R.I.E.N.D.S

- The Maze Runner

- Lord of The Rings

- The Hobbit

- Harry Potter

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

- IT

- Diary of a Wimpy Kid

- Dead Poet's Society

- Shameless

- Handsome Devil

- The Black Phone

- Sweet Home

- Arcane

- Spider-man Universe

- The Goldfinch

- The Last of Us

- The Beekeeper

- Weak Hero Class 1

- Bad and Crazy

ANIMES;

- Demon Slayer

- My Hero Academia

(the anime list will get updated as long as I continue watching anime.)

Characters I will to write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski x top!m!reader (smut)

- Scott McCall

none yet..

- Derek Hale

none yet..

- Allison Argent

none yet..

- Lydia Martin

none yet..

- Isaac Lahey

none yet..

- Jackson Whittemore

none yet..

- Peter Hale

none yet..

- Malia Tate

none yet..

- Kira Yukimura

none yet..

- Liam Dunbar

none yet..

- Theo Raeken

none yet..

- Jordan Parrish

none yet..

- Erica Reyes

none yet..

- Ethan Steiner

none yet..

- Aiden Steiner

none yet..

- Christopher Argent

none yet..

- Mason Hewitt

none yet..

- Danny Mahealani

none yet..

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

- Tony Stark

none yet..

- Peter Parker

none yet..

- Bruce Banners

none yet..

- Thor Odinson

none yet..

- Loki Laufeyson

none yet..

- Steve Rogers

none yet..

- Natasha Romanoff

none yet..

- Stephen Strange

none yet..

- Wanda Maximoff

none yet..

- Clint Barton

none yet..

- Bucky Barnes

none yet..

- Carol Danvers

none yet..

- Shuri

none yet..

- Sam Wilson

none yet..

- Okoye

none yet..

- Wade Wilson

none yet..

- Pietro Maximoff

none yet..

- Vision

none yet..

- Yelena Belova

none yet..

- Peter Quill

none yet..

- Gamora

none yet..

- Nebula

none yet..

- Matt Murdock

none yet..

- Frank Castle

none yet..

- Xu Shang-chi

none yet..

- Eddie Brock

none yet..

Supernatural:

- Dean Winchester

'What a perv.' Dean x top!m!reader (smut)

- Sam Winchester

Hate sex with Dean (male reader, smut)

smut drabble (male reader)

none yet..

- Castiel

none yet..

ALL; SUPERNATURAL HEADCANONS (NSFW)

(I have little knowledge of supernatural.)

The Walking Dead:

- Rick Grimes

none yet..

- Carl Grimes

none yet..

- Michonne

none yet..

- Negan

none yet..

- Daryl Dixon

male reader x daryl dixon (smut)

- Eugene

none yet..

- Rosita Espinosa

none yet..

- Maggie Greene

none yet..

- Glenn Rhee

none yet..

- Carol Peletier

none yet..

- Andrea

none yet..

- Gabriel Stokes

none yet..

- Dwight

none yet..

- Simon

none yet..

Merlin:

- Merlin

none yet..

- Arthur Pendragon

none yet..

- Morgana Pendragon

none yet..

- Guinevere

none yet..

- Lancelot

none yet..

- Mordred

none yet..

- Gwaine

none yet..

- Percival

none yet..

- Elyan

none yet..

- Leon

none yet..

Strangers things:

- Mike Wheeler

none yet..

- Nancy Wheeler

none yet..

- Will Byers

none yet..

- Jonathan Byers

none yet..

- Joyce Byers

none yet..

- Jim Hopper

none yet..

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

none yet..

- Lucas Sinclair

none yet..

- Dustin Henderson

none yet..

- Steve Harrington

none yet..

- Maxine Mayfield

none yet..

- Billy Hargrove

none yet..

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

none yet..

- Eddie Munson

none yet..

- Henry Creel

none yet..

- Robin Buckley

none yet..

ALL; stranger things headcanons.. pt 1.

Dune:

- Paul Atreides

none yet..

- Leto Atreides

none yet..

- Chani

none yet..

- Feyd-Rautha

none yet..

- Duncan Idaho

none yet..

- Stilgar

none yet..

Game of Thrones:

- Ned Stark

none yet..

- Catelyn Stark

none yet..

- Robb Stark

none yet..

- Jon Snow

none yet..

- Theon Greyjoy

none yet..

- Sansa Stark

none yet..

- Arya Stark

none yet..

- Tywin Lannister

none yet..

- Jaime Lannister

none yet..

- Cersei Lannister

none yet..

- Tyrion Lannister

none yet..

- Tommen Baratheon

none yet..

- Joffrey Baratheon

none yet..

- Daenerys Targaryen

none yet..

- Jorah Mormont

none yet..

- Sandor Clegane

none yet..

- Samwell Tarly

none yet..

- Margaery Tyrell

none yet..

- Tormund Giantsbane

none yet..

- Brienne of Tarth

none yet..

- Podrick

none yet..

- Ramsay Bolton

none yet..

- Jaqen H'ghar

none yet..

- Grey Worm

none yet..

F.R.I.E.N.D.S:

- Rachel Greene

none yet..

- Phoebe Buffay

none yet..

- Monica Geller

none yet..

- Ross Geller

none yet..

- Chandler Bing

none yet..

- Joey Tribbiani

Joey Tribbiani dating headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

The Maze Runner:

- Thomas

none yet..

- Newt

none yet..

- Minho

none yet..

- Gally

none yet..

- Frypan

none yet..

- Aris

none yet..

- Janson

none yet..

Lord of The Rings:

- Frodo Baggins

none yet..

- Samwise Gamgee

none yet..

- Pippin Took

none yet..

- Merry Brandybuck

none yet..

- Aragorn

none yet..

- Legolas

none yet..

- Boromir

none yet..

- Faramir

none yet..

- Galadriel

none yet..

- Arwen

none yet..

- Éowyn

none yet..

- Éomer

none yet..

The Hobbit:

- Bilbo Baggins

none yet..

- Thorin Oakenshield

none yet..

- Kili Durin

none yet..

- Fili Durin

none yet..

- Tauriel

none yet..

- King Thranduil

none yet..

- Elrond

none yet..

Harry Potter:

- Harry Potter

none yet..

- Hermione Granger

none yet..

- Ron Weasley

none yet..

- Fred Weasley

none yet..

- George Weasley

none yet..

- Draco Malfoy

none yet..

- Blaise Zabini

none yet..

- Oliver Wood

none yet..

- Seamus Finnigan

none yet..

- Luna Lovegood

none yet..

- Neville Longbottom

none yet..

- Dean Thomas

none yet..

- Severus Snape

none yet..

- Sirius Black

none yet..

- Regulus Black

none yet..

- Remus Lupin

none yet..

- James Potter

none yet..

- Lily Potter

none yet..

- Bill Weasley

none yet..

- Bellatrix Lestrange

none yet..

- Cedric Diggory

none yet..

- Lucius Malfoy

none yet..

- Narcissa Malfoy

none yet..

Brooklyn Nine-Nine:

- Jake Peralta

none yet..

- Amy Santiago

none yet..

- Charles Boyle

none yet..

- Gina Linetti

none yet..

- Rosa Diaz

none yet..

- Terry Jeffords

none yet..

- Ray Holt

none yet..

IT:

- Richie Tozier

none yet..

- Eddie Kaspbrak

none yet..

- Beverly Marsh

none yet..

- Bill Denbrough

none yet..

- Stanley Uris

none yet..

- Ben Hanscom

none yet..

- Mike Hanlon

none yet..

- Henry Bowers

none yet..

- Patrick Hockstetter

none yet..

Diary of a wimpy kid:

- Greg Heffley

none yet..

- Rodrick Heffley

none yet..

Dead Poet's Society:

- Neil Perry

none yet..

- Todd Anderson

none yet..

- Charlie Dalton

none yet..

- Knox Overstreet

none yet..

- Steven Meeks

none yet..

- John Keating

none yet..

Shameless:

- Fiona Gallagher

none yet..

- Lip Gallagher

none yet..

- Ian Gallagher

none yet..

- Debbie Gallagher

none yet..

- Carl Gallagher

none yet..

- Liam Gallagher

none yet..

- Mickey Milkovich

none yet..

- Mandy Milkovich

none yet..

- Kevin Ball

none yet..

- Veronica Fisher

none yet..

- Jimmy Lishman

none yet..

- Karen Jackson

none yet..

Handsome Devil:

- Ned Roche

none yet..

- Conor Masters

none yet..

- Dan Sherry

none yet..

The Black Phone:

- Finney Blake

none yet..

- Robin Arellano

none yet..

- Vance Hopper

none yet..

- Bruce Yamada

none yet..

- Billy

none yet..

- Griffin

none yet..

Sweet home:

- Cha Hyun-su

none yet..

- Lee Eun-hyuk

none yet..

- Pyeon Sang-wook

none yet..

- Jung Jae-heon

none yet..

- Seo Yi-kyung

none yet..

- Lee Eun-yu

none yet..

- Yoon Ji-su

none yet..

- Jung Ui-Myeong

none yet..

Arcane:

- Jinx

none yet..

- Vi

none yet..

- Viktor

none yet..

- Caitlyn

none yet..

- Silco

none yet..

- Sevika

none yet..

- Ekko

none yet..

- Vander

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

- Jayce

none yet..

Spider-Man Universe:

- Peter Parker (A. G.)

none yet..

- Peter Parker (T. M.)

none yet..

- Peter B. Parker

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

none yet..

- Miguel O'Hara

none yet..

- Hobie Brown

none yet..

- Pavitr Prabhakar

none yet..

- Gwen Stacy

none yet..

The Goldfinch:

- Boris Pavlikovsky

none yet..

- Theodore Decker

none yet..

The Last of Us:

- Ellie Williams

none yet..

- Joel Miller

none yet..

- Tommy Miller

none yet..

- Tess Servopoulos

none yet..

- Abby Anderson

none yet..

- Dina Woodward

none yet..

- Lev

none yet..

- Yara

none yet..

- Jesse Pinkman

none yet..

- Manny

none yet..

- Owen

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

The Beekeeper:

- Derek Danforth

none yet..

- Adam Clay

none yet..

Weak Hero Class 1:

- Yeon Si-eun

none yet..

- Oh Beom-seok

none yet..

- Ahn Su-ho

none yet..

- Park Hu-min

none yet..

- Kang Woo-young

none yet..

- Jeon Seok-dae

none yet..

Bad and Crazy:

- Ryu Soo-Yeol

none yet..

- Do In-beom

none yet..

- K

none yet..

- Oh Kyung-Tae

none yet..

- Boss Yong

none yet..

- Andrei Kang

none yet..

Demon slayer:

- Tanjiro Kamado

none yet..

- Nezuko Kamado

none yet..

- Zenitsu Agatsuma

none yet..

- Inosuke Hashibira

none yet..

- Genya Shinazugawa

none yet..

- Kanao Tsuyuri

none yet..

- Aoi

none yet..

- Shinobu Kocho

none yet..

- Tomioka Giyuu

none yet..

- Rengoku Kyojuro

none yet..

- Uzui Tengen

none yet..

- Mitsuri Kanroji

none yet..

- Obanai Iguro

none yet..

- Shinazugawa Sanemi

none yet..

- Muichiro Tokito

none yet..

- Gyomei Himejima

none yet..

- Muzan Kibutsuji

none yet..

- Akaza

none yet..

- Douma

none yet..

- Gyutaro

none yet..

- Daki

none yet..

- Kokushibo

none yet..

- Murata

none yet..

HASHIRA; hashira headcanons, pt.1 (angst)

My Hero Academia:

- Izuku Midoriya

none yet..

- Katsuki Bakugou

none yet..

- Shoto Todoroki

none yet..

- Tenya Iida

none yet..

- Ochako Uraraka

none yet..

- Denki Kaminari

none yet..

- Eijirou Kirishima

none yet..

- Tokoyami Fumikage

none yet..

- Shoji Mezo

none yet..

- Momo Yaoyorozu

none yet..

- Hanta Sero

none yet..

- Kyoka Jirou

none yet..

- Mashirao Ojirou

none yet..

- Mina Ashido

none yet..

- Yuga Aoyama

none yet..

- Monoma Neito

none yet..

- Shinsou Hitoshi

none yet..

- Rumi Usagiyama

none yet..

- Keigo Takami

none yet..

- Aizawa Shouta

none yet..

- Hizashi Yamada

none yet..

- Oboro Shirakumo

none yet..

- Touya Todoroki

none yet..

- Tomura Shigaraki

none yet..

- Toga Himiko

none yet..

- Jin Bubaigawara

none yet..

adding anime back cause I watched demon slayer,,, :3

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pagesoflauren · 1 year ago

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Calamitous Love Collection: Delicate Beginning Rush (1/4

ex veteran!Steve Rogers x reader

Premise: Steve Rogers blows into town in search of some estranged family. As he settles into civilian life, he realizes leaving work is hard and perhaps the world will never stop needing him.

Warnings: depictions of PTSD, mentions of abandonment by a romantic partner, complex familial dynamics, sexual content.

Thank you as always to @eightcevanscentral. And thank you to you all, for not forgetting me. I'm happy to write again.

Main Masterlist

Ari blinks mutely at the stranger-who’s-not-actually-a-stranger sitting in his armchair, where he made himself comfortable without permission. With the information that was just revealed to him, he’s a little more possessive of every molecule in the cabin.

His mother had opened the door, then stole everyone’s attention with her shocked gasp and the shrill sound of glass hitting the floor. Ari had rushed in and his wife, asleep on the couch, woke up and surveyed the surroundings.

Soon enough, everyone was baffled by the appearance of a man named Steve Rogers claiming to be Albert Levinson’s half-brother.

As Ari continues to stew over everything he just learned, his wife pipes up, “Give him a moment.”

“I’m going to need several moments,” he adds quickly, his voice dripping with his confusion. “You’re going to waltz in here and tell me that my dad’s father,” Ari begins, using hand gestures to help him keep track of all the people he’s about to mention, “My grandpa Alexander–whose last name is actually Rogers–left my grandmother Andrea Levinson and ran off with some other woman and had you?”

“That’s correct,” Steve says bluntly.

“And that makes you,” Ari points an incredulous finger at him, “My dad’s half-brother, and my half-uncle.”

“Correct again. Except, ‘half-uncle’ is a little odd to say because I’m about twenty years younger than your father. I’m probably only a few years older than you.”

“No,” Ari denies immediately, getting up from his spot next to his wife. “Nope, this is a dream. This is some crazy, twisted reality that I’ve been trapped in–”

“Ari, dear,” Bunny sighs, “This isn’t a dream, I promise. And…that’s kind of how family trees work.”

“And he’s not wrong,” Marcella adds plainly.

All eyes shift to her.

“You knew?!” Ari shouts, earning a stern look from him mother, which he quickly counters with an apology. “But…mom, why didn’t you tell me?” he whines.

The women in the room roll their eyes and Bunny turns to Steve as Marcella begins to explain the matter to her son. “I apologize for my husband’s behavior. As you can tell, this news is quite a shock to him.”

“I can’t say I blame him,” Steve shrugs.

She mirrors his gesture, then offers him something to drink.

“If it wouldn’t trouble you to get some water, I’d appreciate it.”

“Not a bother at all,” she waves him off before getting up, walking past the other two in the room and drawing Steve’s attention to them.

“...Your father and I just didn’t think it was so important. They lived such separate lives, anyway. And think about it, what does this change, after all? You still have this house, you have your wife, you have me.”

“I just can’t imagine leaving,” he sighs, eyes drifting to his wife in the kitchen, standing on her toes to grab a glass all the way in the back of the cupboard.

He’s told her many times to stop that out of worry she’d overextend the delicate tendons of her ankles. Went as far as building a step stool she doesn’t even use; he huffs a laugh to himself as he watches her move to the fridge and take out the water pitcher. The liquid sloshes with the movement and swaying of the various fruits she had put to make it just a little bit more refreshing.

Strawberries, mint, and watermelon in his water; her hands in his; holes in his shirts with constantly fresh stitches; the prospect of filling frames with pictures of a growing family; she was home to him. How could he ever think about abandoning it?

The idea that his grandfather did something he can’t begin to understand, that’s what sits in his stomach and tangles up his insides.

Steve didn’t do that. He was just the product of it.

His eyes follow his wife as she walks back into the living area, handing him a glass of water.

“Thank you,” he says softly, taking a sip before his eyes meet Ari’s.

“Do you have a place to stay?” Ari asks.

“I was going to shack up at the inn after this.”

“No need,” Ari shakes his head. “We have plenty of room here.”

“Are you sure?” Steve chuckles slightly, “I think I broke your brain when I walked in and told my story. Seems like staying over would rock the boat even more.”

The air in the cabin suddenly lightens, tension fading away as everyone laughs.

“On the contrary, what better way to get to know your family than by staying with us?”

Steve shrugs and smiles, “Well, I guess I better get my things then.”

Ari offers his help and the two men begin to bring Steve’s bags into the cabin. There isn’t much, about three pieces of baggage to bring in.

When they shut the door and appear to get settled, Marcella pipes up, “Oh good, you’re done.”

“Mama, what are you doing?” he asks, watching as she settles the strap of her purse on her shoulder.

“I’m ready to go to town to get my nails done.”

“Ma, I told you this morning–”

“Right, you have some silly little project to work on and my lovely daughter-in-law is cooking for the week.”

“I don’t think fixing a leak in the sink is–”

“Yeah, that one,” she waves him off, “Anyway, as I was saying, I wasn’t asking you to bring me. Steve has a car.”

“Ma, he’s a guest–”

She scoffs, “Oh, please, he’s family, and it would give him a chance to explore the town a bit. Doesn’t that sound great, Steve?”

Mute from being put on the spot, Steve takes a moment to process before agreeing to do it.

“See? Everyone’s happy!” Marcella chastises Ari.

She makes her way out the front door and the men hear a snort from the kitchen.

Bunny pauses and looks up from the vegetables she’s chopping, “Welcome to the family, Steve.”

- - -

After dropping Marcella off at the salon, Steve found a spot under a tree to park in.

Stepping out of the car, the main avenue of the town looked familiar and foreign at the same time.

It was a typical American small town busy road: cars parked along the sidewalk, wide streets and walkways, stores directly next door to one another, hustle and bustle. Every American knows it, and it’s likely non-Americans know it too.

But when was the last time Steve saw one for himself?

It wasn’t that long ago, but it feels like it was.

Before the jet rides to quickly get from place to place. Before the case files and research. Before commlinks and codes. Before sleepless nights planning missions and long days carrying them out. Days would turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years.

He’s given so much of his life and focus into it that he doesn’t remember life where he wasn’t doing it. He knows there was something before it because every adult has memories of growing up, being a child, and going to high school.

In Steve’s brain, those recollections are locked away in a corner of his brain he locked away to be able to do his job.

The things he was afraid of as a kid, the insecurities that held him back as a teenager, the innocence everyone has before becoming an adult; he lost touch with all of it, lost touch with himself.

It had gone too far on the last mission. His friend sent him home with the promise the team would be okay without him.

The voice of a conversing family draws him out of his dazed state, catching a glimpse of two kids skipping while their parents gently caution them.

Sighing, Steve moves onto the sidewalk and begins to walk down the street. When a door swings open, he sees the brief image of his walk: stiff, arms swinging in tight control and calculated steps as if he’s back at boot camp.

Slowing his pace, he thinks about how to appear more casual; he is, after all, a civilian now.

Relax, Rogers, he can hear Natasha say. No, seriously. We’re supposed to be walking through the mall, not running to the drill sergeant’s back and call.

He lets his shoulders deflate, shoves his hands in his pockets, and tries to find a comfortable pattern of steps.

While he can’t be certain, Steve has that nagging feeling that he looks like an idiot.

Pursing his lips, he decides to distract himself by looking at the various window displays along the sidewalk. There’s a certain small town comfort that comes from the bright colors and fun arrangements that are meant to attract customers. Different phrases like “fun in the sun” emulate the summer air, while silly props like turtle-shaped inner tubes evoke a type of nostalgia that most people are lucky to have when thinking of their long breaks from school.

Steve knows in the dark annals of his mind, those memories are there.

Before he can deep dive into retrieving them while staring at a flamingo pool floatie, he’s interrupted by a parent pulling his son out from a nearby store.

“Why can’t I have him now?!”

“If you can do your chores consistently for a month, we’ll talk about it. Puppies aren’t toys. They’re a responsibility, like your chores. And you keep putting those off.”

The conversation fades as Steve draws closer to the door the pair just exited, peering into the window.

A handful of dogs of all ages yip and bark, some playing by themselves while others tumble around and bite each other softly. Their kennels line one wall, while the other wall is filled with two housings; one for a molly cat and a litter of kittens and another empty one, the door slightly ajar.

Intrigued, Steve pushes the door open.

The dogs all perk up at his entrance, some standing and wagging their tails, ears high with attention, while others bark at him.

A woman rushes in from the back, a slightly resigned look on her face.

“C’mon you all,” you sigh, “You know that’s not the right way to greet somebody, especially if you wanna get adopted.”

Standing in front of some of the kennels, you stick your hands through the bars to nudge some chewing toys towards the more excited canines before turning to the other wall to attend to the kittens.

“Sorry, Mocha, let me put this down and your kitties can keep feeding.”

As you pull down a makeshift shade to block the front of the kennel, Steve realizes the missing feline from the other cubby is perched on your shoulder, tail swinging in satisfaction as it maintains perfect balance as you walk around.

“Hi, I’m so sorry,” you greet him, “Some of the puppies are still in training. And Major over there is a rescue; he’s been through it, so he’s still warming up.”

He follows your gesture towards a large German Shepherd standing on his hind legs.

Reaching up, you remove the cat from your shoulder and laugh when it hooks its claws into your shirt.

“Shadow, we have a guest,” you giggle, and Steve feels a lump in his throat. Negotiating the claws out of the fabric, you rest Shadow onto your arm. “This cat’s been here for a while. He’s followed me since he was a kitten, and he’s got this beautiful black coat, so I figured ‘Shadow’ was a great name. Isn’t he lovely?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Oops, leave it to me to introduce the cat before myself,” you joke, tapping your forehead to point out your forgetfulness. You offer your hand as you give him your name. “It’s nice to meet you. I don’t want to be presumptuous, but I don’t think I’ve seen you before?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t have,” he waves you off, “I just got here today.”

“Well, welcome to Barber. What brings you to town?”

“Some long lost family.”

“Which one?” you ask, interest piqued. Then, your eyes widen bashfully, “Sorry, that was so invasive.”

“No, it’s alright,” Steve smiles, “I, um…do you know the Levinsons?”

“Oh Ari and Marcella! And Ari’s wife, of course. Yes, I love them. Marcella came in once and nearly snuck one of the kittens out in her jacket. Not that she was stealing from me, but she wanted to try to get it past her son. He wasn’t having it; though I think he would benefit from a kitten. He’s so gruff–oh my God, I talked way too much.”

The blond laughs and you think you might swoon. Setting Shadow down to wander around the shelter, you try to keep things professional. “So, what brings you in? Just here for some puppy therapy, looking around?”

“Well, if Ari doesn’t want a kitten in the cabin, I imagine he wouldn’t want a puppy,” Steve begins, looking at the dogs. “But I hear they’re good for…um…”

He pauses and you keep your posture, looking at him attentively as he tries to find his words.

“I’ve heard that adopting an animal could be good for a returning veteran.”

“Oh,” you comment, “Yes! I mean, that’s easy for me to say because I run the shelter; but really it’s easy to recommend a pet to anyone who is considering it. A father and son were just in here and the only thing that stopped me was the fact that the father was saying his son doesn’t tend to his chores. But I think with the right guidance, his son could be a good dog companion.

“In your case, though, I would say it could help you feel more adjusted. You’ll have something to do and a friend who will love you unconditionally. But, seeing that you just got to Barber…”

“It’s probably best to wait before I make a decision,” Steve finishes for you.

“Exactly,” you smile, “We’re on the same page.”

A few beats of silence pass over the two of you before you break it. “Would you like to still look around? You’re welcome to. I’m sure the dogs would be happy to interact with someone other than me.”

Taking you up on your offer, Steve accepts the bowl of treats you hand him and listens attentively as you specify that each puppy only gets one treat. “And don’t fall for the puppy eyes. You laugh now and think I’m joking but these guys are good at what they do.”

Approaching the first kennel, the chubby puppy with round ears perks up and yips, excited for an interaction. A rush of happiness fills Steve’s chest, helping him relax as he wedges two fingers between the bar to give the little guy a couple head scratches. Then, he reaches down into the bowl, holding the treat for the puppy to bite.

The puppy chews and Steve catches a glance at his description: suspected to be a mix of a Bernese Mountain Dog and a Boxer, the puppy is a boy with a lot of energy. He’s only a few months old and was found wandering in the grocery store and begging for scraps at the deli.

“Well, your name makes sense, Salami,” Steve mutters, making eye contact and, sure enough, as you predicted, he’s begging for more treats. “Damn, she wasn’t kidding. I bet those guys at the deli gave you every scrap they could find before bringing you here.”

“Oh they did,” you respond from behind the counter. Looking up from your paperwork, your gaze switches between Steve and Salami. “You should’ve seen him. You think he has a soft tummy now, he was a complete pot belly when he was done over there.”

The two of you share a laugh as Steve tries to conjure the image in his head.

Every puppy has an anecdote to go with it, he finds out as he continues through the shelter. Some are happier than others, and it shows in your face as you tell the stories. Some even make your voice clog with emotion and you have to take a deep breath.

“Sorry,” you sigh, “That’s what, the fifth time? Gosh, I have got to get it together.”

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” he reassures you, then quickly changes the conversation to focus on the last puppy. “What about Willow? Anything about her?”

“She’s the sweetest little thing. She’s got to be some golden retriever mix, I just can’t put my finger on the other breed. But, anyway, she found by Ari, your…?”

“Nephew.”

“Your nephew–” You start to go with it, until it registers that Ari and Steve appear to be the same age. Your voice catches as the gears turn in your head.

“Long story, I’ll tell you after this one.”

“Got it,” you agree. “Anyway, Ari brought her in. She was hiding under a pile of lumber that he was about to deliver. Apparently she led him on a wild chase around the lumber yard. When he brought her in, he was all sweaty and grumpy.”

“I think he’s always grumpy.”

“Seems like it. I don’t know how his wife and mother deal with it. But, yeah, that’s Willow’s story. I figured since she was found in the lumber yard, I should name her after a type of tree. I also thought about just naming her ‘Timber’ or something but I liked Willow.”

“I like it, too,” Steve says, looking back at the puppy. When his eyes meet hers, he realizes she never stopped looking at him while he was speaking to you.

She gives him a dopey smile, tongue hanging out as she pants in excitement at the sight of him.

“Looks like you two are having a moment,” you remark.

It all falls away at the sound of his phone ringing, causing a cacophony of barks and howls to arise.

You try to calm the dogs down as Steve clumsily finds a surface to put the snack bowl down while answering the phone.

“Hi Steve!” Marcella trills on the other line. “I’m all ready to go!”

“Oh, okay, Marcella, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Okay see you soon!”

The call ends there and you’re still trying to get the dogs to settle.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think my ringer was on.”

“That’s okay, it happens,” you brush him off. “I’m glad to have met you! Hope to see you around. Or hope you come back for Willow.”

“Yeah, it was great to meet you too.” He lingers for a moment, wanting to say more but no words seem to be right. “Actually, before I go, could I take a picture of Willow?”

“Sure, do you want to hold her?”

His face shows his nerves before he can express them, so you quickly retract your statement and turn to bring her out of her kennel.

Propping her up in your arms, you do your best to get her to look towards Steve’s phone.

“Oh, you can smile, too. You’re in it.”

“Oh, okay!”

Your smile is bright, radiating a warmth that Steve doesn’t think he’s ever felt before.

When the picture is taken and it’s truly time for him to go, the memory of that grin makes it difficult to leave.

As Steve walks down the avenue, he types a message to Bucky.

Life in Barber is off to an interesting start. Met the sister-in-law, the nephew, and the niece-in-law. But I think my favorite is Willow (picture coming)

After sending the picture of you and the puppy, he sees Bucky immediately start typing, his response brief but effective.

Who’s the girl? 👀

She runs the shelter.

Anyone of interest?

Steve takes a moment to come up with a reply, triggering Bucky’s impatience.

Or maybe not yet.

But she seems like your type, so I think it would be a person of interest.

Rolling his eyes, Steve types a message simple enough to end the conversation there:

Maybe.

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tinyevelyn · 5 months ago

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i found this and this is very Steve x Andrea coded

andrea is not exactly the most affectionate person out there

also been wanting to draw some Steve x Andrea for a long time bc I have ideas but have been putting off doing so bc I failed so bad when I tried to😭😭 I think he looks better now?? I hope

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siriuslysmoking · 1 year ago

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Into It

Part 3 of Meddle About

Series Masterlist

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get a new chapter out for you, holidays, work, and back to school. Reader's texts are in bold, Steve's are in italics.

Pairing: Fem!college student x sugar daddy!steve

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption, age gap (R:21, S:29), indications of sexual intercorse (nothing happens- false alarm),

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Working and being a student is tough, you never seem to have a moment to yourself, so when one of you co-workers needs a shift and offers to take your saturday night double, you take it. Finally going out with your friends you encounter a strange man with a strange proposition.

-Pull up and I'm higher than the big trees, yeah She don't really like it but she needs me, yeah She saying she don't really miss me But fuck it, now I'm faded after all things, yeah-

"Andrea?" You walk around the party, looking for your friend, but you come up empty, looking in every room and corner. "Michelle, have you seen Andrea?"

"Yeah, she left like thirty minutes ago."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Andrea was your ride home and all your other friends are here and drunk. You don't feel like taking an uber alone and drunk, that doesn't seem safe. But as you're scouring your contact list you come over a name that your have talked to in three weeks.

welp, why not?

-Hello?

The groggy voice makes you groan, it's deep and husky. "Hey, Steve, it's me."

-Are you okay?

You here the slight panic in his voice as it becomes more clear. "Yeah, um, my ride kind of left me... and I'm moderately functional right now, and I don't trust any people here to get me home safely. I didn't have anyone else to call."

-Where are you?

"I'll send you my location." You breath out a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

-I'll be there soon, angel.

You hang up and quickly send Steve your address and make your way outside, pushing through the sweaty bodies.

Twenty minutes later you see his BMW pull up, you stand up from your place on the front porch. You see him get out hurriedly, you've never seen him so disheveled before, his hair is a mess from his pillow and he's in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Are you okay." He gets to you and places his hands on your cheeks, looking you over to make sure that you're unharmed.

"Yeah, I'm alright, thank you."

"I still have your address, I'll take you home."

"Fuck, I can't go home." You sigh, while Steve tries to help you into your car. "Mia is having a night with her boyfriend, I was supposed to stay at my friends Andrea's, but she had the bright idea of coming here."

"Are you okay with coming to my place?" He looks you over, "I can take you home in the morning."

"I have I ever told you how great of a guy you are, Harrington?" You drunkenly smirk at him.

"This would be a first," He smiles as you sit in his passenger seat, "So my place?"

"Hey, Mr. take me out to dinner first." You laugh at him.

"Love, I did take you out." He shakes his head, getting in his seat.

"Your place would be wonderful." You smile at him, thanking him once again after giving his thigh a pat.

A crash is what wakes you, you look around a see nothing that sparks any familiarity. Where are you?

You look around, getting out of bed, and you realise that your dress is half off and your bra is on the floor. You hands start to shake as you put on your clothes. Then your eyes catch on a pile of clothes on a chair in the corner. It's a black t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, there's a note on top of the pile that reads:

Going for a run, be back soon -Steve

You finally breathe out a sigh of relief realising where you are. You hear some banging from outside the door and you quickly dress yourself before adventuring outside of the room.

You hear more crashing when you walk down the hallway, you pass windows and realise that you are on the top floor of an apartment building that you pass everyday on your way to work. Of course Steve lives in the fucking penthouse.

Before you can turn the corner into the living room you get jumped on by a blur of tan. A golden retriever jumps onto you, making you almost lose your balance.

Steve must have heard the commotion because he rounds the corner, looking at you in surprise, "Daisy, get down."

Daisy listens to Steve and sits on the ground with her tail wagging and a smile on her face. "Sorry, she loves strangers."

You just laugh, petting daisy behind her ears and giving her some head scratches before your eyes move to Steve. "I cannot thank you enough for picking me up... but did anything happen-"

"Between us? No! I would never-"

"Thanks." You laugh, cutting him off.

"I would never do anything with someone who was intoxicated while I was sober." He breathes out, "I made some breakfast, are you hungry?"

"Starved." You smile as Steve calls Daisy to eat. You sit on a stool on his island as he makes a plate for you, "Thank you."

"How'd you sleep?" Steve asks, turning off the stove, before facing you, leaning against the counter with his own plate in front of him.

"Like a rock." You laugh taking a bite of your Eggs Benedict. "I need the mattress you have."

"It's a good one."

"How come... I was half naked?"

"Ah- um, I carried you to the guest bedroom and before I could get clothes for you to change into you decided that you could just sleep naked, so I left you to your own devices." Steve laughs, running a hand through his hair, "I came back in about ten minutes later to make you were okay, but you were knocked out by them."

"That's- That's embarrassing."

"Nah- It's fine." He laughs, shaking his head, "It happens to the best of us, I promise."

He gives you a beaming smiles before taking another bite of his breakfast. "We haven't talked in a while, how have you been?"

"Good, I've just been working, been busy." His smile fades, "I didn't mean to drop off the face of the earth like that."

"It happens to the best of us." You repeat his line from earlier.

"How's school?" He asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

"It's alright, as long as I'm graduating I'm alright." He just nods, busying himself with his meal, "I don't know where my phone went."

"Oh, you dropped it on the couch so I plugged it in for you." He hands you your phone and you open it to a hundred texts from Andrea with an apology after apology. "I said I would take you home, when do you wanna head out?"

"I'll get out of your hair soon I promise."

"That's not what I meant." He says in all seriousness.

"I know, but I've got work tonight, so I should probably leave sometime soon to get ready."

"Alright, as soon as your ready, I'm gonna rinse off in the shower."

The next time you hear from Steve is the next week, you're walking out of your final class of the day when you receive a text from him.

-Hey, Honey! I was wondering if you'd want to meet up for lunch on thursday?

Usually you're asked a couple hours prior but the thought that Steve is asking you out four days before the designated date makes your heart oddly flutter. Wow, men are disappointing.

Hey, I would love to! Tell me when and where to meet you!

-Meet? Sweetheart, I will not make you drive. How does noon sound? Pick you up from your place or school?

School, I'd be finishing up Sociology class.

-Tell me where to pick you up and I'll be there, angel.

And he does, not a minute late, as soon as you walk out of your class you see him in the distance shifting his car into park.

You don't even notice your smile spreading until you notice he’s returning it when you get closer. He’s gotten outside of his car and has the passenger seat open for you- which is the door closest to the sidewalk.

“Hey honey, how was your class?” He speaks when you get closer, opening the door for you.

“Good, how was work?” You step into the car and reply.

“Same old, same old.” He shrugs before softly closing the door and rounding the car to his side.

“So where to?” You ask once he fastens his seatbelt.

“I thought that you could choose.” He looks toward you with a small smile.

“Oh no.”

“Wh-what?” Steve’s smile disappears in an instance.

“I am the most indecisive person in the world.”

“You can’t be anymore than my best friend, she’s the worst!” Steve laughs, “Pick your favorite place.”

“Ugh, alright.”

That’s how you get a man in business attire into a diner down the street from your apartment. “So why is this your favorite place?”

“The fries.” you point one at him, “Fries are a type of art, you know? Waffle, steak, curly, etcetera etcetera.”

“Oh, do tell me more about the art of fries.”

“See, now you’re just making fun of me.”

“I’m not, I’m not.”

“You don’t want me to get into the whole ranch art.”

“Ranch art?”

“Listen, growing up I would always go to this Bar and Grill and they had the best homemade ranch.” You laugh at his expression, as if you’re telling the most riveting story. “I always got their fries best, it complements the ranch so well-” You pause and furrow your eyebrows, “I’m sorry, I promise I’m not trying to chase you off with ranch.”

“No, go ahead.” He laughs, leaning forward in his seat.

“No, I’m done talking about food.” You shake your head, refusing to speak again even with Steve’s expression.

“Alright, I think it’s time for me to actually tell you why you’re here.”

“Oh, the man has ulterior motives.” You playfully shrug.

“No, no.” He shakes his head, “Uh- my birthday is coming up, around where you spring break is, and I want to go out of town…”

“Do you need me to watch Daisy?” You ask with a laugh.

“No, I was wondering if you would- if you would want to come… with me.” Steve looked like it was painful to say, “I don’t know, it would be nice to have company, if it’s too soon, I totally get.” He rambles, “If you say no, then I might take you up on watching Daisy.” Steve jokes.

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course!” He shoots up, like he was already preparing for rejection. “It’s in a month, so if you needed to plan ahead, you would have time, with work or whatever.”

“Okay.” You nod with a small smile.

When you got home you went straight to Mia’s room after you closed the door, saying goodnight to Steve. “Do I go on a really nice vacation in the Bahamas with Steve?”

“Girl- what?” Mia closes her laptop and dramatically throws it aside on her bed.

“He asked me when we went out to lunch, he sent me all the information, where we’d be staying, what we’d be doing, our plane tickets. Everything.” You saw, sitting on her bed, facing her, “I wanna go and I need you to talk me out of it.”

“You’re an adult, you can make your own decisions.”

“But I can’t though.” You huff, falling back onto the bed.

“Do you feel safe around him?”

“Yes.”

“Has he ever shown you that you can’t trust him?” You look to her, knowing where this is going.

“No.”

“Will you have service the entire time on the trip?” She raises her eyebrows with a small smile.

“Yes.” You grumble.

“Then I don’t see why not.”

“Really?”

“Yes, you can give me your location the entire time, daily calls, if anything happens I will have where you’re staying and his information.” She just shrugs.

“You’re right.”

“And you need to get out and have some fun.”

“Okay… Okay…. I’m gonna text him,” You pause, “Tomorrow.”

“Sleep on it.”

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narcosfandomdiscord · 2 years ago

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narcos fandom smut alphabet - finished!

you know what goes really well with summer sunshine and narcos tv rewatches? SMUTTY FIC!

(they put that bisexual lighting on Isabella for a reason, after all!)

this was our first month of prompts over at @narcosfandomdiscord! for every letter of the alphabet, we had two smutty prompts that fanfic writers used for inspiration. 🥰 our group ambition was to create at least one fic per letter—26 new narcos smut fics during the month of July—and we totally smashed it, in large part thanks to prolific work from @salt-is-a-terrible-currency. happy reading!

if you prefer reading on ao3, check out our collection. all fics tagged as #nffalphabet on tumblr. and it's just that simple 🥰

if you have any questions, you can message us on tumblr or join our narcos fandom discord here!

🍰 Prompt List & Fic Masterlist 🍰

July 1 — A — angry sex, anal

Right For Once by @drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x f!Reader, angry sex, 2.3k

Infuriating by @salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, angry sex, 1.5k

Our Man In Mexico by @hausofmamadas — Horacio Carrillo x Andrea Nuñez, angry sex, 2.5k

July 2 — B — blood, bound & begging

Final Warning by @purplesong1028 — Amado x Pacho, bound & begging, 490

Please (with your finger) by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, bound & begging, 1.2k

blood on vacation by @ashlingnarcos — David Barrón x f!Reader, blood, 1.8k

July 3 — C — cuffs, choking

If I go too far by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, choking, 737

mentirosos by @narcolini — Kitty Paez x gn!Reader, cuffs, 1.1k

July 4 — D — domesticity, “don’t make a sound or they’ll hear us.”

Taking Care by drabbles-mc — Diego Ramirez (Narcos OC) x F!Reader, domesticity, 2.1k

Lipstick's smudged by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, domesticity and “don’t make a sound or they’ll hear us", 447

A Few Moments by @purplesong1028 — Miguel Félix/Pacho Herrera, “don’t make a sound or they’ll hear us", 482

July 5 — E — edging, eldritch

The first time I felt a ghost by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, eldritch, 716

July 6 — F — fight or fuck?, friends with benefits

No relationship talk by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, friends with benefits, 422

Unbroken Rules by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x f!Reader, friends with benefits, 2.9k

July 7 — G — gag/gagging, gun play

Paper-thin walls by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, gag/gagging, 361

Whatever He Wants by purplesong1028 — Amado Carrillo Fuentes x Miguel Félix, gun play, 416

July 8 — H — honor bondage, hatesex

Dress blues by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader x Gurney Halleck, honor bondage, 1.8k

THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US by hausofmamadas — Enedina Arellano x David Barrón, honor bondage, 2k

July 9 — I — infidelity, in public

Never meet your heroes by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, in public, 955

Don't Mention It by drabbles-mc — Javier Peña x f!Reader, infidelity and in public, 2.7k

No Strong Suit by purplesong1028 — Miguel Félix x Pacho Herrera, infidelity, 439

July 10 — J — jealousy, "just shut up already"

Unprofessional by drabbles-mc — Walt Breslin x f!Reader, jealousy, 4.3k

A bad idea by @artemiseamoon — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, jealousy, 2.3k

The ring by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, jealousy, 1.1k

July 11 — K — knotting, knocked up

Which time? by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, knocked up, 418

Secrets in the night by artemiseamoon — Horacio Carrillo x Original Female Character, knocked up, 3.5k

Someday When It's Over by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x Original Female Character, knocked up, 2.8k

July 12 — L — luxury, lingerie

Eres guapa by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, lingerie, 544

Desire by artemiseamoon — Enedina Arellano x Original Female Character, lingerie and luxury, 3.9k

Round-trip Ticket by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x Original Female Character, lingerie, 7.7k

July 13 — M — mirrors, "make me forget (all about him/her/it/them)"

Another brick in the wall by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, make me forget, 812

Favors Owed by drabbles-mc — Maria Elvira x gn!Reader, make me forget, 2.7k

Like Old Times by artemiseamoon — Judy Moncada x Original Female Character, mirrors, 1.4k

July 14 — N — nipple play, "no one does it like you"

No One Like You by drabbles-mc — Javier Peña x f!Reader, no one does it like you, 2k

Sore by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, nipple play, 580

July 15 — O — on all fours, one night stand

Cascade by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, one night stand, 580

July 16 — P — praise kink, pulling hair

Dress blues, pt 2 by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader x Gurney Halleck, praise kink, 404

July 17 — Q — quiet (or trying to be), quickie

Sweet, sharp, addictive by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, quiet (or trying to be) and quickie, 464

July 18 — R — role reversal, ruined

Bad Guy Treatment by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x f!Reader, role reversal, 3.8k

What is she to him by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, ruined, 444

July 19 — S — submit, "say my name"

Stoke the flames by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, submit, 387

July 20 — T — trapped together, tied up

On company time by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, trapped together, 574

July 21 — U — upper hand, underwater

The Weight of It All by drabbles-mc — Walt Breslin x Sal Orozco, underwater, 2k

he keeps his rules. you keep him. by ashlingnarcos — Horacio Carrillo x gn!Reader, upper hand, 1.1k

Polkadots by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, underwater, 359

July 22 — V — virginity (loss or roleplay), video

Off the Backburner by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x f!Reader, virginity, 4.1k

In this moment of pretend by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, virginity roleplay, 435

July 23 — W — "we probably shouldn't do this", worship

Stay A Little Longer by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x f!Reader, "we probably shouldn't do this", 1.5k

Lunch break daydream by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader, "we probably shouldn't do this", 497

July 24 — X — exhibitionism, exes having sex

It's complicated by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Helena, exes having sex, 971

Not Yours Anymore by drabbles-mc — Steve Murphy x Original Female Character, exes having sex, 3.2k

no witness by ashlingnarcos — Walt Breslin x f!Reader, exes having sex, 2.4k

July 25 — Y — yearning, "you look good like this"

Superman (4) by @garbinge — Javier Peña x f!Reader, "you look good like this", 5k

Lost Time by drabbles-mc — Horacio Carrillo x f!Reader, yearning, 2.9k

If he closes his eyes by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x Original Female Character, yearning, 442

July 26 — Z — zipper, zeal

Things Like That by drabbles-mc — Danilo Garza x f!Reader, zipper, 2k

Zealot by salt-is-a-terrible-currency — Javier Peña x f!Reader and Nathan "Cable" Summers from Deadpool x f!Reader, zeal, 4k

(note: we hit the link limit on this post so from now on, links will be to fics + to authors on their first appearance.)

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hellowhisperingstars · 1 year ago

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Chapter Twelve: The Secret Meeting

Summary: You tell Peter how you truly feel at your engagement party and a surprise visit brings you a little hope.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 8.6K

Warnings: 18+, Y/N used, cussing, alcohol abuse, forced relationship, blackmail, heart break, controlling parents, step-parents, engagements, chauvinism, angst and hurt. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Three more chapters to go! But chapter twelve is happening now! Sorry for the wait, I just took a small break after my birthday to really get what I wanted to happen in this chapter down. Please let me know what you think!

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Steve’s tires squealed as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar, the way he had raced back to Hawkins from Indianapolis he was surprised he hadn’t been pulled over for speeding. Leaving his car quickly he ran through the parking lot, up the porch, and into the bar the door slamming closed behind him. “We have a problem.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Gareth muttered as he looked towards the mens restroom where the sound of someone getting sick was muffled behind the door. “Eddie finally drank himself into a puke fest.”

“Fuck..” Steve said, pushing his hand through his hair. “Hopefully that’ll help me sober up faster. I need him to be conscious for what I have to tell him.”

“I already started on coffee and I currently have a sandwich waiting for him.” Jeff said as he leaned on the bar looking over at Steve.

From her perch at the bar Lizzy looked up at Steve, concern on her pretty features. She had missed seeing you around the bar. And knowing that Eddie was so sad and there was nothing she could do to make him feel better just made her feel terrible. “Did you see Y/N?”

“Yeah.” He nodded as he walked farther into the room. “It’s more complicated than I thought. Much more.”

“What happened?” Robin asked as she hopped up onto the bar sitting on the counter.

“We sho-” Steve was about to say they should wait until Eddie comes out and sobers up before he explains but the man in question interrupts that by stumbling out of the bathroom slowly. “Damn. You look like shit.”

Gareth’s wife Andrea came out after him. She was a nurse at Hawkins Memorial and out of everyone in the building currently she was the only one who didn’t get squeamish when vomit was involved. “Okay big guy, let's get you into a seat before you fall over. Again.”

Eddie looked up bleary eyed at Steve, his guitar calloused finger coming up to point at him. “You. I heard from someone that you wanted to fight me in unarmed combat.” Looking down at his arms he shook them out a moment before looking back up at Steve. “But you'll have to give me a few minutes. I'm still trying to figure out how to take my arms off.”

Andrea sighed as she hoisted him up the best she could with her nurse's strength and helped him to stumble towards the bar to take a seat on the stool. “Jeff, please tell me you have that sandwich.”

“Right here.” He said moving into the kitchen to grab the plate and was back out in seconds. He placed the plate down right as Eddie was plopped onto the stool.

Wide eyed Steve looked over at everyone else. “When I left he was still drinking beer. What happened?!”

“He finished the beer.” Brandon said before jabbing his thumb behind him towards the back wall filled with liquor bottles. “Then he started on literally everything else.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Steve muttered as he wiped a hand down his face. Walking closer to the bar he looked at everyone. “We don’t have time for this.”

“How was she?” Robin asked quietly, her fingers fiddling with a loose string on the knee of her jeans. Was she mad at you? Yes. You hurt one of her friends that was a deal breaker in her book. But did she still care about you? Also yes.

“Not great.” Steve sighed, hands now planted firmly on his hips. Looking down at Eddie he waited until the man started to eat, slowly and messily, but the bread would help soak up the booze. “She’s being blackmailed into marrying someone.”

It was quiet for a moment as everyone, except Eddie who couldn’t focus on anything right now, took a beat to let the information sink in before they all started talking over each other. “What?!”

“Isn’t that illegal?!”

“Do we need to go get her?!”

“Who do I have to kill?!”

“Guys!” Steve shouted over them trying to get them to calm down. “I know. Okay. I know. I tried to get her to come with me but she couldn't. Her dad has dirt on Eddie that would ruin him and the band. She’s doing this to protect him.”

“I don’t need protection!” Eddie slurred as he looked up at Steve, his eyes bloodshot and glassy.

“We know that.” Gareth said, patting him on his back as Andrea put a cup of water in front of Eddie.

“What you need is to eat, drink this water, have a cup of coffee, and take a nap.” The nurse said as gave Eddie a stern look.

That look made him shrink back a little, he felt small, like he did when he was still a submissive under Dan. Andrea could be a Domme, if she really wanted too. He would pay good money to see her flog someone. With a little nod Eddie continued with his sandwich.

Gareth turned to look at Steve. “So what happens now? With Y/N?”

Steve shrugged. “I was hoping that Eddie was sober enough to call his lawyer and figure that part out because if we don’t... Y/N gets married off against her will and shipped to Chicago.”

“We can call him!” Lizzy said as she practically laid on the counter to dig into Jeff's pocket for his phone. Holding it up for him he smiled a bit at her as he took it. Clicking through the contacts until he found the one he wanted, Jeff put the little Nokia against his ear. A few seconds later Jeff shook his head and ended the call.

“Straight to voicemail. We'll have to try later.”

A collective of muttered cuss words sailed through the air as they all sat quietly trying to think of something, anything, that could help you.

You felt like the world was caving in on you the closer it got to the party. With every minute that passed it felt harder and harder to breathe and you had to stop and focus on what you were doing. With shaking hands you pushed the pretty earring into the lobe of your ear before you took a step back and straightened the skirt of your ivory dress as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. You looked… Decent. Not as much of a blushing bride as your father would have liked but this was all the effort you were willing to put into this.

Moving away from the mirror you walked to your closet to grab the heel that would look nice with this dress and leaned against the door jam as you slipped them on your feet. Taking a breath you glanced at the watch on your wrist before you headed to your bed, you had a few moments before you had to be downstairs and in the car. Taking a seat you closed your eyes and counted to ten. You could do this. You could play the part and keep Eddie safe until Steve was able to figure out a way to fix this.

Or you could stop being a fucking coward and call Daniel Christianson yourself. Slowly your eyes moved from your lap and over towards the phone that sat on your nightstand. You could do it. Everyone was getting ready. No where near a phone. “Come on.” You hissed to yourself. “Just do it or you’re stuck with Malloy forever.”

With a trembling hand you carefully lifted the receiver off the base and held it to your ear as you held your breath. When all you heard was a dial tone you almost cried right then. Quickly you dialed the numbers that you now knew by heart and put the phone against your ear listening to it ring. Your heart was pounding. “Please pick up.”

“Are you going to say hello this time?” Daniel Christianson's deep voice broke through the speaker and you gasped.

“H-how did you know it was me?”

“I have caller ID. It’s good with numbers.” He chuckled a bit. “May I ask who this is?”

Tears pricked your eyes as you looked up at the ceiling, trying not to ruin your makeup. “My… my name is Y/N. Um… Eddie… Eddie Munson… gave me your number a while back. He said you could help if I was in trouble.”

You heard his move a little, the squeaking of a chair clear over the line. “Are you okay?”

“I need your help.” You choked out, your throat feeling tighter by the second. You heard the doorbell ring. Time was up. “I don’t have time to explain.”

“Y/N! We’re leaving!” Your father called from downstairs.

“Shit, I have to go.” You gasped out.

“Y/N, don’t hang up.” Dan said, he sounded worried. “Tell me what's wrong.”

Clearing your throat you tried to get a hold of yourself. “Uh... The bar. Hellfire. If you go to Hellfire and ask for Steve Harrington he can tell you everything.”

“Hellfire. Steve Harrington.” He repeated. “Okay. Okay. I’ll talk to him, then I'll be in touch.”

“You can’t call this number.” You rushed out. “Talk to Steve. He’ll get the information to me.”

“Okay… You stay safe.”

“I will.”

“Y/N!” Your father yelled again.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.” You said quickly before you hung up the phone as your father walked into your room.

“We’re waiting on you.” He said as he looked at his watch.

“I’m coming.” You muttered as you stood up and grabbed your tiny clutch from the bed before you followed him out of your room. With one last glance at the phone you close the door.

Eddie groaned as he came too, his head was pounding, his mouth was dry, and he still felt slightly drunk. He had over done it on the tequila. Sitting up he winced at pulsing in his brain before he looked up over the back of the couch to see who was still around. The bar was practically empty save for his friends. The lights weren't dim and the music was off. Ugh thank god..

“Well look who decided to enter the land of the living.” Jeff said from his spot at the bar. Everyone looked over as Eddie slowly stood up on his feet and started for them.

“How long was I out?”

“Long enough.” Steve said from his spot leaning on the bar. “I hope you don't mind but since you were passed out and we're kinda in emergency mode we closed the bar for the night.”

“Emergency mode?” Eddie asked as he stumbled forward. “What happened?”

“Eddie Bear,” Lizzy said as she got off her stool and walked to him. Taking his hand she led him to a stool and sat him down. “You should sit down for this.”

“What's wrong?” Eddie asked, his worry was finally starting to sober him up completely. “What happened?”

“Y/N’s dad is using you to blackmail her into marrying Peter Malloy.” Steve said, looking down at his friend.

Eddie blinked for a moment, his brows going up to his under his bangs as he stared at Steve. “I'm sorry… what?”

“She's being blackmailed.” Robin repeated as panic started to settle in her chest. “We don’t know what to do… All of this sounds insanely illegal and she’s all alone up there. Her dad went through your shit… is he going to go through our shit?! Steve, what if he somehow finds out about that science test I cheated on in high school?!”

“He won’t. He wasn’t looking for that.” Steve said, waving her off.

“Also, like we don’t know this guy! What if he hurts her?! She’s told us he sucks, we met him at the funeral and we know he sucks, and now she has to marry him?! She’s going to be stuck fore-”

“Robs,” Steve said, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Breathe.”

“What do you mean he went through my shit?” Eddie questioned as he looked up at Steve. When the boy took a little too long to answer, the metalhead was on his feet with his hands on Steve’s shoulders. “What shit?”

Sighing, Steve looked at Eddie. “You need to call your lawyer. He found your criminal record and went through your financials. He’s threatening to release those to the public if Y/N doesn’t do what he wants.”

“...Fuck.” Eddie said, putting his hands over his face before he nodded a bit, trying to get control of his emotions. Pushing his hand in his pocket he pulled out his phone and started to shift through the contacts. “Okay… okay.”

“I have a question for you.” Steve said as he looked at Eddie. Might as well get this over with. “And I need you to answer me honestly.”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a kid?” Steve asked quietly.

Eddie looked up at him forgetting his phone for a moment, his brows coming together in the middle in clear confusion. “Cause I don’t.”

Though the door to the bar opened no one looked up, still too interested in what Steve had just asked Eddie to pay attention to the front door. The confusion based staring contest was getting heated at this point in time. Brandon’s voice called out to the person. “Sorry we’re closed tonight.”

“Perfect. Now I can talk to you without my eardrums bursting.”

“Dan?” Eddie’s head snapped over to look with wide eyes at the sound of the familiar deep voice. “I was just about to call you.”

“No need, I’m here.” The older man said as he walked towards the group. He was a tall man, taller than Eddie at least, close to six foot if anyone had to guess. Probably in his late forties to early fifties if his graying hair was any indication, and he was a wall of muscles. Completely fit and incredibly intimidating.

Eddie shoved his phone into his pocket and walked over towards his old dom. It had been a few months since he was able to see him in person and when Dan opened his arms he went straight in for a hug. His arms were a comforting safe place. Everything Eddie needed right now. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I had to come,” Dan said as he let Eddie go to look at him with a little smile. “A very nervous young lady called and told me to come and speak with her cousin. Steve.”

“Y/N called you?” The younger man asked, looking up at Dan. His heart was pounding in his chest, he remembered telling you to call Dan if you needed help and he couldn’t get to you.

“She did.” He nodded and looked around at the group by the bar. He recognized all the boys from the band and their girls but there was one boy and girl he hadn’t met yet. Pointing at the new boy he narrowed his eyes a bit. “Are you Steve Harrington?”

“Uh, yeah.” Steve nodded his head and moved towards him with his hand out. “That’s me.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Dan said, shaking his hand. “Now tell me everything.”

The ballroom of the Conrad was beautiful. A tall decorated ceiling with chandeliers, cream walls with wood and gold details, the red and gold carpeted floor brought in a splash of color that was needed to keep the room from looking monochromatic. Tables were scattered around the room with golden chairs, the buffet table sat against the back walls holding all kinds of food and desserts. Waiters wandered around the room offering drinks. Everything was beautiful, but unfortunately, completely overwhelming. It was too bright, too loud, there were too many people, and you barely knew a handful of them. Steve’s parents were here but not Steve, your father and stepmother, and the Malloy's of course. No one was here for you. Not really.

You were polite, you smiled, thanked everyone for coming, and chatted like you always would at your fathers parties. On the outside you looked happy but inside you felt like you were drowning. You kept trying to swim up but no matter how far you got or how hard you kicked you kept getting pulled back down into the depths.

You took a deep breath as you downed your fourth glass of champagne, so far tonight you’ve been told at least five times how lucky you were, that Peter was a catch, and that no less than six women had admitted they would die to be in your place. You had to bite your tongue to keep from telling them he was all theirs if they could keep from choking on all the chauvinism he oozed.

Passing the empty glass to a wandering waiter you smiled at him when he gave you a little grin. “Thank you.”

Looking around the room you spotted a door that led to an outdoor patio and started that way, hoping to get some air to help with this feeling of not being able to breathe. You were halfway through the room when you heard your name being called. Looking over Peter smiled and waved you over, he wasn’t alone though, more people for you to meet. Great. Taking another deep calming breath you shifted your footing and started over towards them stretching a pretty smile on your lips that you hoped didn’t make you look crazy. Or maybe you did. Then no one would want to talk to you.

“Sweetheart,” Peter said as he held his arm out for you, placing it around your waist when you got close enough. “This is my partner at the firm Andrew Chen and his wife Wendy. This is Y/N L/N, my fiance.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Wendy said as she placed her hand on your shoulder. Her brown eyes held nothing but laughter. She was teasing you both. “He hasn’t shut up about you.”

“Nice to meet you both.” You smiled as you shook Andrew’s hand.

“What are you doing with a guy like him?” Andrew said as he looked over at Peter with a laugh. “She’s out of your league, man.”

“Don’t I know it,” Peter laughed, hugging you closer to his side. You felt your skin crawl.

Andrew smiled before looking over at you. “And you still agreed to marry this guy?”

“I guess you could say I came as part of a business deal.” You smiled leaning your head against Peter’s shoulder. Making a joke of your shitty situation. You felt him tighten his hold on you, his fingers digging into your side painfully and you had to stop yourself from wincing.

The small group laughed at your “joke”, before it quieted down enough for a bit of small talk.

“So where did you meet?” Wendy asked as she took a sip of her champagne.

“Oh… We me-” You started but Peter interrupted you.

“We met at one of her fathers parties. Our dad’s are going to be business partners for a new company up in Chicago. That’s why they wanted us to look at those contracts Drew.”

“Oh I remember that.” He nodded with a smile.

“Once those contracts were signed he threw a party and invited us down.” Peter said, smiling down at you. “I met her that night. Couldn’t keep my eyes off her.”

You remembered that night. He stared at you for most of it and it creeped you out.

“That’s so cute!” Wendy sighed as she looked up at Andrew.

The four of you chatted for a few more minutes until someone else called Andrew and Wendy over. “Oh shit that’s Michael Chance. I’ve been working on getting a contract with his guy for months. Excuse us.”

You watched as the two of them walked away and once they were out of sight you tried to take a step to the side away from Peter but his grip only tightened on you.

“Are you alright?” Peter asked, looking down at you.

“I’m fine.” You said waving his concern away.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “It isn’t like you to act this way.”

“How would you know?” You snapped. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know everything about you.”

“What’s my favorite color? My favorite book?” You asked as you looked up at him, blinking curiously. “How do I like my coffee?”

Peter floundered a little as he searched for answers for the questions you posed to him. He didn’t know any of them.

“You don’t know, do you?” Pulling out of his grip you glared at him. “Of course you don’t. Cause you don’t know me. If you did I’m sure you wouldn’t even like me. But you like the idea of me. Well let me help you get to know me a little better. I think I'm a fairly good person. I like to bake and cook for the people I love, I’m sarcastic and a little bratty, and I don’t like you. I’m not an idiot, I know how business deals work with my father. He gets what he wants as long as the other party gets what they want, and you want me. Not because you love me, or like me, but because you think I'm something pretty and you want to own me. Now you get to. So something you should know right now is that as soon as we say “I do” I’m going to make your life a living hell… Til death do us part.”

Sending him one last glare you turned and walked away from him, back towards the patio that you were originally headed to when he called you over. Peter watched you move out of his reach, his jaw clenched in a low simmering anger. He knew that you weren’t stupid. He knew that you didn’t want this. But he didn’t care. He wanted you and he got you, you didn’t have to like him to marry him. As time went on he knew that you would grow to love him. Even if it took years.

Dan sighed as he placed the glass of his favorite bourbon on the small table. Eddie always kept a bottle on the back shelf for him in case he should stop by and damn did he need it right now. Steve had just filled him and Eddie in on the entire fucked up tale and he had to admit it would make for a great movie. There were scandals, love confessions, blackmail, forced marriage, and even a little bondage thrown in for spice.

“Looks like your girl found herself in a little trouble.” The lawyer said as he looked over at Eddie. “But the good news is we have a case.”

“We do?” Steve asked in what could only be called a hopeful tone.

“We do.” Dan said as he emptied his glass. “Everything currently happening is incredibly illegal. We have laws that say you can’t force someone to marry another against their will. And I happen to know for a fact that they altered Ed's finances. He doesn’t have any children. There was one scare a few years ago but the paternity test put that to rest very quickly.”

“So we can get her out?” Eddie asked as he leaned towards his old dom, his arms on the table top, he looked eager. He wanted to see you so badly.

“We can.” He nodded. “It’ll take some time and I’ll have to call in a few favors but we can fix this.”

“How long?” Eddie asked as he got off his stool to pace around. “I don't want her to be stuck up there any longer than she already has been.”

“A few weeks,” He said, running his hand down his short beard. “We have to pull everything we can get on her father, and the Malloy’s. With how quickly everything is moving it’s obvious this isn’t the first shady deal for either of them. Plus, the name Peter Malloy is familiar to me.”

“He’s a lawyer in Chicago.” Reaching into this pocket Steve pulled out the card Peter had given him and handed it to Dan. “He gave me this today. He wants us to hang out, get to know each other, because Y/N and I are so close.”

“When's the wedding?” Dan asked as he looked at the tiny business card. Yeah that name was familiar but not because of his work as a lawyer. But because he was a complete creep.

“I don’t know yet, maybe a few weeks? She was getting all those last minute details done today. But the engagement party is happening right now.” Steve said, pointing to the table. It made him nervous knowing that you were three surrounded by people who didn’t actually care about your well being.

“That’s good. Unfortunately we’ll need her to continue to play the part until I can get our evidence and talk to a judge.” Dan muttered as he put the business card in his wallet for safe keeping. “I have to go. The sooner we get this handled the sooner she can come home.”

“Thank you Dan,” Eddie said as he watched the older man get off his stool. “I’ll pay you back for this.”

Waving his hand in the air Dan shook his head leveling Eddie with a no nonsense look. “Pro bono. This girl is important to you which makes her important to me.”

Both Steve and Eddie gave a sigh of relief. Dan would take care of this and everything would be okay. You were coming home.

The morning after the engagement party you woke up as soon as the sun hit your window, the light of the early morning shining bright in your eyes making your head pound just a little. You definitely had too much to drink yesterday. Rolling over in your bed you grabbed the second pillow from by your head and pulled it to your chest to cuddle. You were not ready to get up yet and face the day so cuddling a pillow imagining it was Eddie would have to do, but the door to your room opening killed that and your stepmother's voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

“Get up.” She sighed as she leaned on the door frame. “We have an appointment for your dress fitting.”

“I didn’t even pick out a dress. How can I have a fitting?” You mumble into your pillows..

“Charlotte and I picked one out for you.” Evelyn said as she picked at her manicured nails. “We are leaving in twenty minutes.”

You kept your eyes closed as she left the room leaving your door wide open. Mostly to force you out of bed. She did that when you were younger too and didn’t want to go to school. She would come in, turn on all the lights, pull your blankets away, and then leave with the door open. In her mind it was a way to get you moving, since you were getting out of bed to close the door, you might as well get dressed, and go to school. You could still hear her heels clicking as she moved down the hall. Groaning you wiped the sleep from your eyes as you glared at the door before pushing the pillow away and sitting up. You weren’t sure how today was going to go but you prayed to anyone who was listening that the dress was at least decent.

Forty minutes later you found yourself standing in front of the mirror at the dress shop wearing the dress that was chosen for you and it was hideous. The dress was everything you feared it would be. A pure white, floor length dress covered in lace, ruffles, and heavy beading. The neckline was way too high and it covered everything up to your neck so it felt like lace was choking you. The sweetheart neckline did nothing for you and you had to wear a corset so the waist could be cinched down tightly to give you that hourglass shape that was accentuated by the pastel pink sash that led to a giant bow that sat right at the small of your back. Oh, and you didn’t even want to talk about the puffed sleeves or the full ball gown ruffled skirt. It was like a horrible mix of an old southern belle dress and something straight out of the 80’s. Gone with the Wind came to mind. You didn’t know where they found this monstrosity but it needed to go back to hell where it belonged. You felt like you couldn’t take a decent breath but whether that was from the corset or your anxiety you didn’t know.

The attendant, whose name was Lauren, could see you weren't happy but when she turned to talk to Evelyn and Mrs. Malloy she bit her tongue when your soon to be mother in law cooed at you.

“Don’t you just look like a dream?!” Mrs. Malloy said as she stood up from the couch she was on to come over to you fixing the giant pastel pink bow that sat just above your ass. “Peter’s going to love it!”

You gave her a tight smile. ”I'm so glad."

“I think it’s perfect.” Evelyn said from her spot on the couch. She looked way too smug for your taste as you glared at her through the mirror.

You have never wanted to hurt her so badly in your life. The need to rip her hair out was strong but you were better than that.

“Don't you just love it?” Mrs. Malloy asked as she hugged your shoulders in between her hands, staring at you in the mirror, pure joy on her face. “You know my Peter always had a thing for Scarlett O'Hara.”

‘Probably because she's as shitty as he is,’ You thought. Taking a steady breath you looked at her in the mirror. “I'm sorry but isn't this... a little… much?”

“Nonsense.” She said fluffing up your sleeve. “It's beautiful, a statement. Do you not like it?”

You battled with yourself for a moment, you didn’t want to upset the lady, but you couldn’t wear this. So you decide to tell her the truth. “No. I don't. This isn't what I would choose.”

“Oh…” She said, taking a small step back. Her joy dwindled a little as she spoke, making you feel terrible. “Oh I didn't realize. Evelyn said you would love it.”

‘Of course she did.’ You thought bitterly. “I'm sorry I know you love this dress but I can't wear this. Is there any way we can exchange it or something?”

Lauren nodded her head vigorously. She was more than ready to get you out of this horrible gown. Turning she called over one of her coworkers and spoke to her quietly before she turned back to you as the other girl ran off. “Absolutely. We can find something that is in the same price range and exchange it.”

“As much as I love this dress,” Mrs. Malloy said as she fiddled with one of the skirt ruffles. “I would rather you have a dress you want.”

‘Oh thank fuck.’ You thought as you bundled the skirts into your hands and stepped off the little podium to follow the lady back into the dressing room to change into something completely different.

Once the door was closed you dropped the wads of fabric and looked in the mirror again before you looked over at Lauren. “Can I say this dress is awful without offending the designer?”

“Oh no,” She said, shaking her head as she came up to you to start getting you out of this monstrosity. “This dress is terrible. I don’t even know why we have it in stock. I should have known something was fishy when two older ladies came in without the bride to look at dresses. But don’t worry we will get you in one that you love.”

You only smiled a little and let her fuss around you to remove the large bow and start to undo the laces from the back of the dress. You thought about what she said and you fully believed you would never find a dress you loved when you weren’t marrying the man you loved. Plus on top of everything you missed your mom, you always imagined looking for dresses with her and she wasn’t here to hype you up or defend you against the two harpies in the other room.

Stepping out of the giant dress puddle you watched as Lauren put it back on the hanger before she came back over to unlace the corset from around you. Once it was loose enough you took a deep breath. “Holy shit.”

“I know corsets not made for you are such a pain.” She said as moved around your front to pop the busk open and had you hold it closed while she grabbed a strapless bra and the robe from the chair in the corner of the room.

Once you were back in some more comfortable undergarments, the soft silky robe over your shoulders, there was a knock on the door behind you, turning you looked over your shoulder to see Lauren’s coworker enter the room with a couple of hangers in her hands. Lauren took those dresses and handed her the southern belle horror. “Thank you Nicole! Please take this dress away and bury it.”

Nicole looked horrified at the dress and bundled it up in her hands. “Gladly. They actually put you in this thing?”

“Yeah,” You nodded.

“I am so sorry.” She muttered as she slipped from the room taking the offending garment with her.

“I hope we can convince our manager to throw that out.” Lauren said as she placed the other dresses on the hooks in the wall. “Now, let's get you into something a little more this century.”

An hour later you left the shop with a dress you actually liked. It was an off the shoulder satin and lace a-line princess dress, floor length with a good train and moderate beading. It was classic yet modern and a thousand times better than the other one. Mrs. Malloy even got some of her money back for the first dress when they exchanged it for this one but she gave it back to the shop so they could rush the order.

You spent the rest of the day wandering the city with Mrs. Malloy and Evelyn. Picking out their dresses for the wedding, getting appointments for hair and make up, and picking out the flowers for the bouquets. When Mrs. Malloy paid for four bouquets you were incredibly confused, it was just you, you didn’t have a bridal party.

“Peter’s cousins wanted to be bridesmaids.” She said with a smile. “They already have dresses. You'll meet them when we go back to Chicago for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding.”

“Oh…” You sighed. “Great.”

God fucking damnit you couldn’t even pick out your own bridal party! You didn’t even know these girls, you always imagined that Tiffany and Ada would be up there with you Robin and Lizzy as well. On top of all of that you were just finding out the wedding wouldn’t even be in town! They were making you go to Chicago!

Soon you found yourself walking down the street behind the two ladies as they gossiped about who knew what you weren’t listening to them.

“Oh the cake!” Mrs. Malloy said as she stopped in front of a bakery. It was like an afterthought for her as she looked in the window at the display. “We need to order the cake!”

“I was thinking I could make my own cake.” You said stopping next to her. “I own a bakery.”

“Nonsense.” She said pushing the door open. “You have so much on your plate already, making a cake shouldn’t be something you need to worry about. It’s only three weeks until the wedding!”

Evelyn smiled as she walked in after her leaving you standing on the sidewalk. Your eyes burned as you looked at the display. The one thing you were trained for, that you loved to do the most, and you couldn’t even do that. You wanted to make your own cake. Taking in a calming breath you pushed open the door and walked into the bakery. It smelled sweet like vanilla with a hint of coffee, it was familiar, it smelled like home. You felt your spirit start to break.

It felt like years but it was only hours later that you finally found yourself back in your fathers house. Dropping down onto your bed you stared at the ceiling letting out a breath in a large sigh, you feel like the weight of the world is sitting on your chest. Mrs. Malloy and Evelyn said today was successful but you just felt defeated. At least you were able to convince them to change your dress. How the shop was going to get it ready in three weeks you have no idea.

Rolling over you grabbed the pillow you were cuddling this morning and buried your face in it. What was Eddie doing right now? Did he miss you? Did he hate you? You didn’t really end things well… Biting your lip you felt your eyes start to burn again. You couldn’t think about him right now. Steve would take care of everything. At least you hoped he would…

Tossing the pillow to the side you sat up as you heard Mrs. Malloy call a goodbye to you from the front door.

Mrs. Malloy.

You are gonna be a Mrs. Malloy soon. Scrunching up your face you stood from the bed and paced around your room tears starting to pool on your lower lashes. You didn’t like the sound of that, it didn’t flow well. Sniffing, you walked over to the mirror that sat on your vanity. In three weeks you were getting married. To a man you hated.

Wiping your face as you stood looking in the mirror. You barely recognized yourself and now you were getting a new last name. Straightening your back you thrust your hand forward as if to give someone a handshake a fake smile on your face. The same smile you’ve been holding for a while now. “I’m Y/N Malloy.”

You frowned as you shook your head, that just felt wrong. Sniffing, you blink back the tears as you try again, shaking your hands out before you take a deep breath and look in the mirror again. Your hand went out, the smile plastered on your face. But you faltered, your lower lip wobbling. The tears finally broke through your barriers, sliding down your cheeks as you spoke through the lump in your throat. “I’m…. Y/N… Malloy…”

Turning away from the mirror you groaned as you walked towards the window seat that faced the garden. You always loved this view but tonight it didn’t do anything for you. Taking a seat you pulled your legs to your chest and cried. God damnit you were so tired of crying.

Eddie sat in his old van hidden in the darkness on the side road next to your fathers house, his hand tapping on the steering wheel anxiously as he watched the window that led to your room. He remembered which one was yours from when you showed him at your grandmother's funeral. He had been sitting out here for hours hoping to just get a glimpse of you. But the lights in your room had remained off until recently and he sat up straight when they came to life. He hated that he was so close but so far and he really hated how he felt like such a stalker but if this was the only way he could see you then so be it.

'Says the stalker.' He reprimanded himself in his head. For the next few minutes he watched you as you paced.

You moved about your space, your figure coming in and out of the view from the window before you stepped away from the window all together and he sighed. "Come on baby, let me see you. I need to know you're okay."

A few minutes later you were back in full sight and he sat forward to get a better look at you over the dashboard as you sat on the window seat he knew was there and curled in on yourself shoulders shaking. "No.. don't… don't cry sweetheart."

He watched for a few minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore, the need to comfort you was too strong. As silently as he could he slipped from the van and closed the door without so much as a squeak from the old hinges. Silently, he stuck to the shadows moving towards the fence and once he got close to the wall he jumped, his hands grasping the top of the six foot iron and brick fence. Lifting himself with a groan he swung one of his legs up then the other, careful to not hit anything important, and as he reached the other side he easily dropped down onto the grass in your fathers side yard. He stayed for a moment and when no one screamed at him, he snuck through the gardens trying hard to avoid being seen from the windows as he moved through the yard until he found your window. Now he just needed to get your attention.

Looking around he tried to find something to throw, anything would work. His eyes zero’d in on the small pebbles that surrounded the rose bushes and grinned. Well this always worked in the movies. Crouching down he grabbed a handful of the small rocks from the flowerbed and took a few steps back, praying to a god he didn’t believe in that he would hit your window since he wasn’t much of an athlete. Taking aim he chucked a rock up and quietly cheered when it hit before he did it again.

Your head lifted up and you wiped at your face as you looked confused at the sound, what was that? You were about to brush it off when another rock hit your window and you flinched, turning so you could look out the window, you gazed down into the garden. That’s when you saw him standing there with a small smile on his face, his eyes soft even from this distance, you blinked. Eddie? Oh my god, you have finally gone insane. Seeing the one person you want to be with the most outside your window. He couldn’t be here. Wouldn’t be here. That would be stupid.

Another small rock hit your window and you gasped when you looked at him watching as he gave a little wave. He was here! You smiled at him before panic rushed in. Your eyes went wide. He wasn’t supposed to be here! What if he was caught!? “Eddie..”

Quickly you leap from the window seat and rushed from view making him frown as he watched you leave. Taking a few steps backward he dropped the rest of the stones in his hand and looked around, what should he do now? You ran from the window so quickly. Did you not want to see him? A sound to his left grabbed his attention and he quickly ducked behind some foliage as the side door opened. “Shit..”

“Eddie?” You whispered as you stepped outside and closed the door. Looking around you noticed he wasn’t there anymore and bit your lip. You couldn’t see him anymore. Had he just been some trick your mind was playing? Pushing your hair out of your face you looked up at your window. Was he just a figment of your imagination?

Peeking up over the bush he was hiding behind, Eddie sighed in relief as he stood up a bit and hissed at you getting your attention. He watched as your head snapped over and you stared at him for a moment before you started for him, your hands coming up to grab his shoulders. You couldn’t stop touching him and he couldn’t stop staring at you, his hands now on your hips, fingers squeezing the meat beneath them. He could feel your hands as they moved around his shoulders, neck, cheeks and hair before you finally pulled yourself together. Your eyes were wide, breathing a little stuttery as you tried not to cry. He was here.

“What are you doing here?” You muttered, in complete shock. Eddie was here, in front of you, touching you. A noise from the house snapped you out of your shock and you let out a curse, you couldn’t just stand out in the open like this, looking over at the house you looked around before you quickly started to push him back into the relative safety of the trees. At least there you could hide away from prying eyes.

“I had to see you.” He said, his hands coming up to cup your jaw. “I’ve missed you.”

Tears brimmed your eyes. God, you’ve missed him so much. “If anyone sees you, they’-”

“Let them see me!” He said louder than he meant too but he was angry. His hand moved to your chin lifting your face to the side to see the slight hollowness of your cheeks, the almost healed bruise. More anger flared in his chest, they were starting to break you down until you were nothing but a shadow of your former self. “Did they do this?”

“That's not important right now.”

“Don't defend them!”

“I'm not defending them, I'm protecting you!” You hissed. Closing your eyes you sighed. “If they find you they’ll have you arrested for trespassing.”

“I’m willing to risk that.” Eddie said as he pushed some of your hair off your forehead. Where was his feisty girl?

“I’m not.” You said, shaking your head trying to get him to lower his voice. “Eddie please. You can’t be here.”

“Well, I’m not leaving until we talk.”

“Eddie!” You whined as you looked back towards the house before turning back to him, your arms pushing him away a bit. “You wanna talk? Fine, let's talk. Why the fuck did you not tell me you had a kid?!”

“Because I don’t.” He said with a shake of his head. “I had a scare once but we did a test and the kid’s not mine. I paid maybe three months of child support before we found out.”

“I saw the papers, Eddie! You don’t need to lie!”

“I’m not lying! Do you know how easy it is to doctor records with computers now?”

You stared at him, your eyes searching for any sign of a lie. When you don’t see any you sighed in relief letting your head fall onto his shoulder. “Oh thank god.”

“Sweetheart, listen, Steve told me everything.” He muttered putting his hand on the back of your neck, “I know you only did what you did to keep my secrets. To protect me. But that’s not your job baby.”

“It is when it’s my father that’s threatening you.” Leaning back you looked up at him with sad eyes. “You should go. Just forget about me. It’ll be safer for you.”

“If you think for one moment that I’m going to let you just walk out of my life without a fight, you’re not as smart as I thought you were.”

“I’m not worth this Eddie.” You whispered.

His look turned sour for a moment and in a flash his hand moved from your neck into your hair, his fingers firmly pushing into your locks and pulling your head back a little so you would have to look up at him. A gasp left you as he leaned forward so he could whisper in your ear. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. No one talks badly about the woman I love. Not even the woman herself. You’re worth fighting for. Do you understand me?”

Tears fell from your eyes as the pain radiated on your scalp but you could barely concentrate on that. He still loved you. Eddie had just told you he still loved you. Nodding you felt him let your hair go and you laid your forehead on his shoulder as you hugged him close to you. Your whispered reply was hard to hear but he got it and it made his heart thump in his chest. “I love you too.”

“We’re going to fix this sweetheart. I promise you. You aren’t going to marry that asshole and you’re coming home. We just need time.” His hand went to the back of your head, his fingers playing with a lock of your hair as he leaned his cheek against the crown of your head holding you as close as he could. It was wonderful to feel you in his arms again.

“Eddie the wedding is in three weeks… in Chicago.”

Pulling you from his shoulder he smiled down at you as his thumbs brushed away the tears from under your eyes. “That's good to know. But we have a plan that will get you out of this while also taking down your dad and the Malloy's. Dan’s looking into it but we need you to play along a little longer. Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” You nodded.

“Good..” He kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, and then finally your lips. It was sweet and loving, everything you both had been missing. Putting his forehead against yours he whispered to you. “It’s going to be okay.”

“Y/N?” Your father called making you gasp and pull away from Eddie to look towards the house. When had he left the house? Was he close? Had he seen Eddie?

“Coming!” You yelled back pushing Eddie back towards the fence in your panic. He needed to get out of here. “You have to go.”

Eddie nodded as your father called for you again. Pushing his hand into the pocket of his jeans he pulled out a necklace and held it out to you. A guitar pick just like the one he gave you before hung on a silver chain. “This is yours if you want it.”

“Y/N!” Your father was getting more annoyed the more he had to call you.

Holding your hand out you took the necklace and held it against your chest. Turning around you cleared your throat as you called back. “I’m coming!”

“I love you.” Eddie said as he grabbed your hand, pulling you close to give you one more kiss. “I’m coming back for you.”

“I love you.” Kissing him one last time you push him towards the fence. “Now go!”

You watched as he made a running jump to grab the top of the fence and climbed over it quickly. Once he was on the other side you shoved the necklace in your pocket and started to move out of the trees towards your dad who called you again. You took a deep breath to calm your emotions as you caught sight of him. “I’m here. Sorry. I just needed some fresh air.”

“I’ve been calling for you!” He hissed when you got close enough. “The neighbors must think I’m insane. Now get inside. Peter’s here to see you.”

“Great.” You mutter as you pass him, giving one last look at the fence Eddie had climbed over. Hoping and praying that this won’t be the last time you see him.

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