#kidnapped!steve

[morganbritton132]

Fic where the Corroded Coffin boys need money for The Battle of the Bands in Chicago.

They’re getting high and thinking of ways to come up with the money - selling their shit, donating blood, ect - when one of them suggest they do a ransom.

Dick Harrington is the richest guy in town. Surely, he’d pay big bucks for his only son, right? They could get enough cash to get to the Battle of the Bands and also buy new amps. They should do this, right?

It’ll be easy.

Turns out, it’s not easy to kidnap someone because Steve fights back surprisingly hard. Gareth is limping. Jeff has a broken nose. Grant has an asthma attack chasing Steve when he runs.

The only reason they get him is because Eddie hit him with his van and now they’re all panicking about how he’s probably slowly dying from a head bleed. This what they’re doing when Steve slowly regains consciousness, tied up in Gareth’s mom’s basement.

They don’t stop panicking until he’s like, “Um, can I get a cigarette?”

Steve is both the best and worst hostage they’ve ever had (also the only hostage they’ve ever had). He doesn’t scream or cry like they thought he would, but he’s really bitchy and kinda mean, and he does try to escape when Eddie unties him so he can use the bathroom.

It’s like three hours later when Steve tells them that his dad is not going to pay a ransom because like, “He doesn’t even like me.”

“He’ll pay,” Eddie says, breaking his hour long streak of ignoring Steve. “Anybody would pay to get their kid back.”

“He didn’t last time.”

Freeze. Record scratch. “What?”

“What do you need the money for anyways?” Steve asks. Grant tells him and a Steve nods like, “Oh. Yeah, I can get you the money. Easy peasy.”

Cut to a genre change. This is a heist now and the Corroded Coffin boys quickly learn that Steve is fucking insane and also, maybe their manager now?

[hawkinsbnbg]

"Is it true that you and Harrington are friends now?"

Steve paused outside the drama class' door and lowered the hand that was about to push it open. He didn't expect to eavesdrop when he came back to retrieve his jacket, but he decided to make an exception because those people were clearly talking about him behind his back even when it was in the form of drilling Eddie about their sudden friendship.

And Eddie's friends were right to be suspicious about it. Because had it not been for the Upside Down, the two of them wouldn't have become close at all. Or maybe, they would eventually with their shared custody of the kids. But he was well aware that Eddie was too cool to be seen with a failure like Steve Harrington.

Without the shared traumas, they had nothing in common. And sometimes, he thought Eddie only saw him as an inconvenient cousin that he hated but had to tolerate for the sake of their family.

It hurt to think like that, but every time Eddie blushed and stammered in embarrassment when someone asked about him, Steve couldn't help but believe it was true.

So now, he wanted to know what Eddie's answer would be without him there. If Eddie had been genuine about being his friend this whole time or if Eddie would scoff and prove his worst fear right.

"Yeah, Eddie, what's the deal with Harrington? Has he been bothering you or something?"

Steve grimaced. Had he been such a douche in high school that everyone would always assume the worst of him even now?

"Nah, he's really sweet once you get to know him," Eddie chuckled, sounding fond and warm. "He's a good guy. And the world's best mom, apparently. Like I already knew our sheepies worship the ground he walks on, but I only understood why it's clearly a given when I finally met him. He's just... incredible, man."

Steve's cheeks burned at the transparent affection in Eddie's voice. He could see the way Eddie pulled a strand of hair to hide his blush behind it. God, he was a bad friend for doubting Eddie in the first place.

"Gross, you sound lovesick, dude."

"That's homophobic, man."

"You know what I mean. So it's true that you're friends with Harrington."

There was a pause and Steve felt his stomach roll with nerve. Despite having known where Eddie's loyalty lied, he still waited with bated breath.

"We're boyfriends, actually," Eddie said calmly.

As the others erupted in surprised noises, Steve blinked owlishly and walked away, forgetting about his jacket. He had so many questions right now, but first:

When did he and Eddie start dating?

[dark-authorr]

𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗘

pairing: dark!steve harrington x dark!eddie munson x dark!billy hargrove x drunk!reader

request: could you write about Eddie, Steve and Billy having a three some with reader after she gets the jealous? cnc if you’re comfortable - @luckygalaxysuit

warnings: heavy drinking, kiss, trapped, unwanted neck kisses, hair pulling, “kidnapping”, forced oral (male receives), gagging, choking, crying, forced double penetration, ass slapping, forced group sex, etc.

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“You likin’ the party new girl?” Jason asked y/n after walking into his kitchen. “Yes, actually,” Y/n smiled as she poured her drink. “Maybe you should come to them more often,” he smiled back at her as he came up to get his drink.

“Maybe I should,” she couldn’t stop herself from showing teeth. Jason has always been sweet to her. She was surprised when the man invited her, and now he wants to invite her to future parties.

Throughout the night, y/n drank and laughed with Jason. He even took her to the dance floor to dance. She wouldn’t say she loved Jason, but she did love his attention.

“I’ll be right back,” Y/n said, turning to leave until he pulled her back. “Where are you going? The party is just getting started,” Jason smiled down at y/n, making her giggle. She felt like this could all be a dream.

“Just going to use the restroom,” Y/n said with a smile. “Get back soon, babe,” the jock said before placing a soft and slow peck on her lips. Once he pulled away and continued dancing with his group of friends.

Y/n wanted to ask him what that was about, but she decided to stay quiet and take it with her as people watched her walk away.

“How’s your night goin?” Y/n heard a voice as soon as she walked out of the bathroom. Y/n looked to see who it was and saw Steve, her long-time on-and-off friend. Well — Study buddy because his grades were never good.

“Oh, hey, Steve! My nights going well so far, and yours?” She asked as he kicked off the wall he was leaning against. “I bet it is. Didn’t know you and Jason were dating,” Steve couldn’t help but mention.

He and the other two had been watching her all night, each second getting harder to witness as she got closer to Jason by the minute.

“Me and Jason? Oh, no, no, we’re just friends,” y/n said as her heart raised a bit. “Didn’t seem that way, princess,” Steve said, flirting as he always does, but y/n had told him he should stop if nothing was going to happen between the two.

Steve was known for going around and being with any girl he wanted, and she didn’t want to be one of those who were marked by Steve Harrington.

“I swear, we’re just friends, I-I don’t know why he kissed me. Maybe he’s just a little drunk, you know?” Y/n said as Steve got closer, body now pressing her into the bathroom door she had closed.

“Sure you aren’t, babe? Seem a bit out of it, don’t you think?” Steve asked, making her feel a small pain in her chest. The way he talked to her with his tone made her feel uncomfortable.

“So what? I can’t drink?” Y/n asked, getting a bit defensive. “Not when you’re a pretty little thing alone,” one of Steve’s hands gripped y/n’s waist to pull her closer to him.

“What are you talking about- Hey, stop that!” Y/n shouted at Steve who began kissing at her neck. “Harrington, stop!” Y/n tried to sound more serious, but that only made him laugh.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Steve grabbed a hand full of y/n’s hair before pulling her to a room. “The boys can come find me. I’ve got some shit to set straight,” Steve said as he threw y/n into the room and locked the door.

“Steve, what the fuck is wrong with you? Like serious, are you-“ Y/n stood up and yelled at the man but was cut off by him forcing her back down to her knees.

“You know what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong is that you rejected me, but got your legs all open for Jason. A jock!” Steve was pissed, and she was soon going to find out how pissed he was.

“I’m sorry, but you and Jason are two different-“ y/n tried speaking but he yelled at her, telling her to shut up before he got angry. “There’s no excuse for it, y/n. Not one, and you’re gonna sit there and fuckin’ apologies to me,”

Y/n hoped Steve would calm down, but she noticed there was no hope for that when he reached into his pants, pulling his cock out in seconds.

“Steve, no!” Y/n slapped at the legs and stomach, but that didn’t phase him. “Stop movin, y/n,” Steve times came off warning, but she continued to fight.

Sadly, she wasn’t a match for Steve. The man forced his cock down her throat instantly, causing her to gag and cry onto his shaft.

“So damn pretty when you’re like this. If only you weren’t giving me a hard time,” Steve said through his teeth as he snapped his hips, fucking her face so hard, she could barely focus on his face.

“Always prayed for you to go down ok me during study time, but you were so fucking clueless. I even stripped and stayed in my boxers. I was fuckin’ hard, but all you thought was that I was trying to get comfortable. Dumb fucking slut,”

Y/n felt bad for the way she led Steve on, but she could’ve sworn he didn’t even want her.

“Then you got me watching Jason down your throat? Are you fucking serious!?” Steve’s free hand grabbed the side of her head so he could use both of his hands to pull her into his hard thrusts.

“Steve, where the fuck are you!?” Billy yelled in the hallway. “Harrington, I think she’s gone, man. C’mon, we gotta leave to find her,” Eddie said, knocking on every door.

The two had thought he might’ve taken another girl to a room after seeing y/n with Jason, but in actuality, that other girl was y/n.

“In here!” Steve shouted, telling them to come and see this view. “And you won’t believe you I’ve got with me,” Steve said as he kept his cock deep in y/n’s mouth.

“God, don’t tell me it’s Nancy. We don’t fucking care,” Billy said, always annoyed as they stood in front of the door, not wanting to meet eyes with some girl they didn’t care for.

“Want me to give you a hint?” Steve asked before he pulled y/n off of his cock. “Steve, please stop this. Please-“ y/n tried speaking quickly before he pushed back into her mouth. The gag noises sent Billy and Eddie to kick open the door.

“No way!” Billy said as Eddie got up front to the ground he fell on. “Are you serious? Before me!?” Eddie said as he closed the door behind him and tried to lock it, but the lock was broken.

“Nor how I’d like it, but it’ll do,” Steve said, making the boys lift their eyebrows u til they realized her makeup streaming down her face.

“Dude-“ Eddie cut himself off, wanting to confront him, but why would he? Y/n looked the best she’s ever had. Having Steve in her mouth as she cried, made him feel a type of way.

Billy on the other hand couldn’t care at all. All he wanted was a bite of her.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m close,” Steve assured y/n who prayed this was a dream, but if it was, her throat wouldn’t be hurting so much. This was a live nightmare.

“Let’s get this shit off,” Billy dropped to his knees behind the girl before he ripped her dress apart. The man was strong, and that fabric never stood a chance against him.

“Tits looks a-fucking-mazing,” Eddie said as he got himself undressed, every concern being thrown out of the window. She looked too damn good to pass on.

“Mhm, they sure in the hell are,” Steve said as his thrusts stuttered a bit. “Oh shit,” Eddie laughed as Steve’s eyes shut tight. Y/n pushed at the man’s lower stomach, hoping to get away, but she instantly stopped as she held his liquid shoot down her throat.

Steve pushed y/n off of him after he couldn’t give anymore. She was instantly grabbed by Billy and carried to the nearest bed. After she was thrown down, she felt hands all over her. More than two.

“Stop it!” Y/n tried pushing Eddie and Billy away from her, but they listened or reacted. All they did was put themselves in a position they’d feel most comfortable in.

Y/n was now on top of the two, legs spread on both sides of Billy as Eddie stood behind her. “Don’t get drunk again, princess. Shit like this might not happen to you, then,” Eddie said as he gripped her panties off.

“Please, guys, stop this. I-I don’t- I don’t want this,” she begged the two. Billy rubbed his spot on his cock as she spoke, not caring about anything she had to say. She understood that after he forced himself through her cunt without wanting.

Y/n cried out in pain and pleasure. The knot in her stomach had already built in the lower part of her stomach.

“You’re tight for a nappy bitch,” Billy snapped his hips up as Eddie tried his best to coat his cock with as much cum as he could. He knew this wouldn’t be pretty for her, but he’s always wanted to eat or fuck her ass, and tonight, it was right in front of him. She was begging for it.

“Maybe I should’ve fucked her to hear that voice,” Steve said as he walked over to the bed. Y/n looked away from the man, wanting nothing to do with him, and he knew that. That’s why he rubbed the top of her head.

“Maybe if you weren’t so clueless, we could’ve done this a different way, y/n. If you think about it, this is all fault,” y/n hadn’t noticed how shitty Steve really was until tonight.

“Really getting it all out, huh?” Eddie said as he rubbed some spit along her upper hole. “Yeah — There’s no other way to put this situation,” Steve said, making new tears fill y/n’s eyes.

“Don’t worry, baby — Once I get in you, you’ll forget about his rude little words,” Eddie said as he pushed at y/n’s hole, making her pucker instantly. “N-No,” she said low, hoping he wasn’t doing what she was thinking.

“Ah huh, now relax so I can come in,” Eddie said, hand spreading her ass cheek as the other held his cock in place. “Eddie, no!” Y/n tried moving away, but the more she moved, the more Billy’s thrust under her made her closer to cumming, and she didn’t want to.

“Stop fuckin’ moving, y/n. Fuck,” Eddie grew impatient. Y/n went to cuss at the man or yell but she was cut off by a cry. Her head fell forward as Eddie broke through her upper walls.

“There we go,” Eddie continued pushing into the tightest hole he could fuck. “That’s it, just relax, baby. Relax, and I’ll fill you up in no time,” y/n cried at his words, knowing if they weren’t scared to do this to her, they weren’t scared to fill her.

“P-Please,” was all y/n could let out as her body went slack on top of Billy. “Good girls gonna get filled tonight, that right. Maybe more than once if she keeps squeezing me like this,” Billy said, and before she knew it, she released all over the man.

“Fuck, y/n, look at you!” Steve laughed as Eddie’s hand came down on her ass. “Double penetration is your thing, huh?” Eddie asked, earning a weak head shake and whine from her.

“Oh? Pretty girl hasn’t done any of this yet, huh? Guess we’re her first,” Eddie said as he watched his cock slip in and out of her hole that kept sucking him right back in. “And last,” Billy assured.

[harringroveera]

Steve: Then could we go on a trip to California together with our six nuggets?

[lilacevans]

𝑜ℎ, 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒… 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑.

— pete’s place🤎

[kikidoesfanfic]

-Good old fashioned Munson hospitality-

>On Ao3<

Written for the lovely @jaytriesstuff for the @strangerthingswritersguild Winter Fic Exchange!

Summary:

When Wayne sees Steve wandering injured down the side of the road, what else is he to do but take the kid home. AKA a post starcourt fix-it, because Steve needed taking care of, so he's gonna get taken care of.

"I can take the floor," Steve says, and it's absurd. The guy is absurd.

"You look like you lost a fight with a truck." Eddie says, trying not to let his incredulousness show through his voice, "you're taking the bed."

"S'just Russians, not a truck." Steve says, freezing immediately afterward, halfway climbed onto the bed.

"Russians?" Eddie prompts when he doesn't move for a few moments longer.

"You didn't hear that," Steve says sounding slightly panicked, so Eddie nods agreeably.

"Okay, well I'm rush'in you into bed so scoot. Go on sailor boy." And what a sailor boy he makes, Eddie's not going to admit out loud how many times he's visited the mall just to get a glimpse at Sailor Steve. The guys already give him enough shit for it.

"M'not anymore, it burnt down." And maybe Eddie needs to watch the news more often, because that's certainly news to him. Though Steve seems so out of it right now who knows if that's even true.

"Aw but I was looking forward to setting sail on the ocean of flavor with you, Captain." Eddie works his softest band tee over Steve's head, maneuvering his unresisting arms through the holes.

"I'll... sail on your ocean." Steve says nonsensically.

"I'm sure you will big guy." He ushers Steve into his bed, bringing a blanket over him from where he'd kicked it half off the mattress, tucking him in softly.

When Wayne had said they had a guest, he hadn't expected Steve Harrington to come stumbling out of their bathroom, shirtless with his hair dripping wet from the shower. He'd only had a second to appreciate the view of his own sweatpants hanging low on Steve's hips before his eyes tracked across to the watercolour spatter of deep bruising darkening across his ribs and stomach, and up to his absolutely messed up face, eye swollen shut and nose crooked.

"So," he says, collapsing onto the couch next to where his uncle is repacking their first aid kit. "How did he end up here?"

"He was staggerin' down the road dressed in a sailor outfit covered in blood an' god knows what else." Wayne heaves a sigh hand rubbing over his mouth before he continues, "I pulled up to ask if he was alright an' he said 'yes' like it was a question, like he didn't know why I was askin'."

"He tell you what happened? He seems to get in a lot of fights, Hargrove cleaned his clock not that long ago..."

"Mall burnt down, heard it on the radio." Ah, so that did happen, or maybe, because Wayne looks at him then, and Eddie knows he doesn't necessarily believe it. "He worked there, right? I heard enough from you about those sailor shorts the last few weeks."

"He did, yeah. But a fire didn't do that to him, Wayne, he has boot shaped bruises, and marks from restraints around his wrists that I watched you wrap myself." Eddie argues, ignoring the rest of it. The redness in his cheeks is from annoyance and nothing else. "And his pupils are all blown out, could be the concussion but he's acting so out of it. He did say it burnt down but, he also said something about Russians? There's not a burn on the guy."

"He said somethin' about Russians in the truck too, got real squirrely after." Wayne shakes his head, "nothin' for it now, maybe in a few days he'll be willin' to talk when his head's more straight."

"A few days?!"

"Ed, he came out of the mall lookin' like that and decided to walk home alone. He said his parents are home but that boy's a terrible liar, he's stayin' here until I can be sure he won't be found dead on the floor of that big house o' his." And it's a good point, it's kind of an open secret, Steve Harrington: big house, no parents. While it may have been great for the ragers King Steve used to host a year or two ago, it always sounded kind of lonely to Eddie. He and Wayne mostly cross paths on his days off and at meal times, when Wayne's leaving for a shift or making his way home, and Eddie wouldn't trade that time for anything.

Then again Wayne wasn't Richard and Delia Harrington, so who knows.

Still, Wayne's right, Steve isn't leaving until he's at least able to look after himself.

Which leaves plenty of time to dig into the mystery of the so called mall fire.

"Don't you go pesterin' that boy before he's ready, go get some sleep, I'll wake 'im up in an hour." Wayne says, because he knows Eddie well.

"Yeah yeah, leave the giant glaring mystery alone, but where am I gonna sleep? There's a sailor in my bed."

"Hes not dressed like a sailor anymore is he? pretty sure we're gonna have to burn that thing with how dirty it is." He says, ignoring Eddie's forlorn noise. "I'm sure the two of you can figure the rest out." Eddie ignores his knowing smile, it'd do no good to give the old man an ego.

"He's said he'd take the floor. Him. On the floor." He says, both to change the subject and have someone to share his indignance.

By the time they're finished talking, Steve's got two very concerned Munsons ready to eagle eye his every move.

~~~

When he tiptoes back into his room he expects Steve to be long asleep, looking like he could barely keep his eyes open before as it was. Instead as soon as Eddie looks at him his eye snaps closed like he doesn't want to be caught, tears silently tracking down his cheeks. Eddie's torn between pointing it out and letting him get away with it, but in the end he just can't let him cry alone.

"Hey, you alright?" Wow, great opener, Eddie thinks to himself with a mental face palm, because that one's not obvious at all what with all the injury and the tears. "Do you... need something?"

"Nah man, m'fine." One watery eye peers back at him, "s'nothing."

"Okay well, not that I don't trust you but, maybe I should be the judge of that?" Eddie says awkwardly, he's already known from watching Steve over the past year that he's not the same asshole he was when he hung with Tommy and Carol, but it's still weird to have him in his bed.

"Didn't know f'you were coming back." Eddie waits, sure more is coming, until he realises that maybe Steve just didn't want to be alone and didn't know how to ask. Or maybe he just assumed Eddie wouldn't want to stay.

Well he'll just have to keep him company then, anything to keep that sad little look off his face.

"Just had to check in with Uncle Wayne, he's gonna wake you up in an hour to keep an eye on your noggin." He explains, watching Steve get more comfortable, rubbing the less injured side of his face into one of Eddie's pillows.

"Kay," he says blinking slowly, quiet a while and Eddie could almost believe he was already asleep until, "s'nice."

"Hm? What's nice?" He asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Your uncle."

"Oh. Yeah he's the best."

"S'friendly," he adds, and Eddie snorts, because usually the only word people use to describe Wayne Munson is gruff. Steve's frowning at him now, an almost stubborn pout on his face. "He is," he insists.

"Sure he is, when he likes someone well enough."

"Oh, then why-" he shakes his head, sighing heavy and impatient before Eddie can figure out what he meant. "M'tired."

"Yeah? Well, how about you get some sleep?" Eddie pushes Steve's still slightly damp hair out of his face, lets himself indulge.

"You staying?"

"Yeah, I'll be just down there," he points a thumb over his shoulder and Steve's eye narrows.

"I'll go home," Steve slurs, and Eddie narrows his own eyes at him in return.

"What? No you won't."

"Get on th' bed."

"I am on the bed?" Eddie says, confused, and Steve groans at him, sounding so put out.

"Why're you being difficult. C'mere." He wiggles a bit, an innefectual attempt to move over and make some room Eddie assumes, and then pats the mattress next to him.

"Oh. If you wanted to cuddle you just had to say so Steve," he says, voice sly. And sue him, he's being a little more liberal with the flirty teasing than he would be if Steve was more himself, but it's not like he'll get another chance where he won't risk being punched in the face. Steve probably won't remember this come morning anyway.

"I want to cuddle, Eddie." Steve says dryly, slow and matter of fact.

And well. Eddie wasn't expecting that.

"J'st-" he slaps the bed beside him, sluggish and uncoordinated. The only reason Eddie follows the direction because it's pitiful. Really.

"Alright Stevie, keep your hair on." He sits down next to Steve, above the covers thank you he's a gentleman, and settles in against the wall. It's not late enough yet for him to sleep, maybe he'll read something if the light isn't too annoying for Steve to sleep through, though he looks about ready to drop off any second. The time his eye stays closed when he blinks is getting longer, but he's still staring fixedly at Eddie, like he's waiting for something.

Eddie must take too long to figure out what it is that he wants, because Steve huffs at him, sounding even more put out than before, shoving his forehead into Eddie's hip and mumbling something into the space between them too quiet to make out.

Leaving the lamp on, he figures Steve will tell him if he wants it off, he picks up the closest book. Opening it up he intends to read silently to himself, but after a moment of scanning through the first page Steve's arm slowly, cautiously, makes its way across his thighs, hand anchoring around his opposite hip like Eddie's an oversized teddy bear.

Freezing momentarily Eddie forces himself to relax when Steve's arm stiffens in response, lets one of his own hands drop next to Steve's head, fingers curling into the hair at the back of Steve's neck he clears his throat.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit." He starts, and Steve melts into his side, prompting Eddie to continue with a hum. And continue he does, letting Steve drift off to the beginnings of Bilbo's adventure, anything else can wait.

~~~

Steve wakes with a groan, his head pounding and the sliver of light that managed to invade his blearily blinking eye before he snapped it back shut sending zaps of pain through his skull. He gives himself a moment to get oriented, inhaling the smell of the pillow his head's wedged against and getting a hit of tabacco, weed, and the same 3 in 1 his own hair currently smells of. A crime, but he'd had little other choice if he didn't want to leave all the blood in there.

So he is in the trailer, and it wasn't all an elaborate dream, then.

He can't remember all that much of the last... however many hours he's been here, getting flashes of memories of both Wayne and Eddie, of showering, of the little bit Wayne had made him eat- just enough so his stomach wasn't completely empty but his nausea wasn't set right back off- of Eddie's soft voice as his body finally felt safe enough to let him sleep.

He's not going to examine that one too closely yet.

The last thing he properly remembers is leaving the mall carpark, Robin and the kids having been bundled up one by one and driven off by their parents as dawn broke, until he realised there was no reason for him to wait anymore, and without his car keys the only thing to do was start walking.

When he'd left, he'd felt mostly fine. Sure his head hurt something fierce, and breathing didn't feel great, and his whole body was kind of aching and throbbing, but he could walk just fine.

A few miles down the road the adrenaline had finished wearing off and he'd felt a whole lot worse, the sun fully rising so he'd had to squint to see while the morning heat was beating down on him, turning his thoughts more and more soupy as time passed.

He knows he said and did some probably extremely embarrassing things yesterday, even before Eddie got home, that Wayne woke him up hourly for half the... day? Night? until he was deemed clear headed and coherent enough to sleep.

Sitting up makes his head spin, room tilting a little to the side as he makes himself stand up anyway. Eddie's gone, and Steve doesn't know why a small bubble of hurt has lodged itself in his sternum at that.

Sure, he's been coming by to scoops a lot the last few weeks and sure, maybe Steve's been flirting and sure, Eddie had responded by calling him 'pretty boy' that one time before scurrying out of the store like he was on fire. But it's not like Steve's exactly pretty right now.

"Oh hey, Sleeping Beauty awakens," Eddie says, and his voice is soft, mindful of Steve's head, even while his face is loud. "what are you doing up?"

"Giving you your bed back, thanks for that by the way, I owe you one." He walks while he talks, trying to look casual about it in spite of bumping his hip into the counter as he passes it.

"Just sit down dude, Wayne made eggs a minute ago, he's just grabbing your meds and shit from the truck."

"I don't- my meds?"

"Yeah he picked up some stuff for when you woke up."

"I-" before he can finish protesting the door opens, Wayne looking him up and down skeptically.

"Sit down before you fall down." Wayne says, heading to the stove and starting to plate up food around where Eddie is making coffee, they move around each other with ease, somehow staying out of each other's way even in the small kitchen.

"I'm good, really, see?" Steve gestures down at himself, trying to exude steadiness he doesn't feel, he's imposed for long enough. "Besides I was just about to get out of your hair."

"I don't have much of it for you to get into, kid, so y'might as well sit down." He looks up from where he's plating up scrambled eggs onto toast, pan in one hand and spatula in the other that he uses to point at Steve as he adds: "I'm not letting you outta my sight for a while yet."

Steve sits, because there's not much else to do in the face of Wayne Munson brandishing a spatula, and now that he can smell food and coffee his stomach is protesting, days without anything besides bin popcorn catching up to him.

"You're going back to bed after this," Eddie says placing a plate and coffee in front of him, "we have more of our book to get through."

"Oh," Steve says, fishing for any memory of what Eddie was reading beyond the feeling of fingers stroking through his hair and a warm melodious voice, "... Bilbo?"

"Yes!" Eddie almost shouts, catching himself at the last second and turning it into more of a stage whisper, "I'm gonna make a nerd of you yet Stevie." He murmurs, and Steve is so busy watching him he barely notices Wayne drop two painkillers down next to his plate, staring at Steve until he washes them down with a little coffee.

"Now, I have to head out, Ed'll keep an eye on you while I'm at work, there's Arnica in the bag, Ed can help you put that on-" "Waaayne." Eddie whines, but Wayne continues as if he hadn't said a word. "-before you two get back to bed." He ruffles Eddie's hair on the way past, does the same to Steve a moment later.

"Yeah yeah, Nurse Munson on the job, don't think I don't know what you're doing old man."

"I'll see you in the mornin' Steve." Wayne says before heading out the door, and it doesn't sound optional, so Steve answers:

"If you insist, Mr Munson," and gets a snort from Eddie for his trouble.

"Okay so," he starts, "what do you remember about the Hobbit?" Steve watches him talk more than listens to everything he says, catches something about Bilbo's dinner party and rowdy dwarves as Eddie takes their dishes over to wash in the sink, only pausing to tell Steve to 'keep his ass in his seat' when he makes to help, and continue on without missing a beat. Steve feels that warmth back in his chest, fiddles with the tube of Arnica just for something to occupy his hands so he won't tear up at the feeling of being cared for for the first time in god knows how long.

All he can think while Eddie ushers him back to bed is maybe... maybe staying one more day won't hurt.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, reading a question in the chat of his live-stream: Which member of the party was the mom friend? Oh, easy. It was Steve.

Steve: …uh, no. Wrong. I was not friends with any of you dorks.

Eddie: Then why were you always around?

Steve: I was a hostage.

Steve: If anyone was the mom friend, it was Nancy.

Eddie: No, Nancy is the friend you take with you if you’re trying to uncover a government conspiracy

Steve: Yeah, just like a mom. If the mom you’re talking about is Joyce Byers.

[hawkinsbnbg]

Fuckboy Eddie and his heart-stealer Steve

Eddie who never did relationships because he thought he wasn't made for them, and Steve who was used to people falling in love with him and blamed him for breaking their hearts when he didn't reciprocate their feelings.

Somehow, they met, hooked up twice, and struck a deal: fun time only with no strings attached.

After months of fooling around, talking, and sharing tender moments together, Eddie was forced to accept that he was head over ass for Steve Harrington—the very man he had sworn up and down to not fall in love with.

At first, Eddie wanted to deny it, to scoff at the absurdity. Although Steve was his type: pretty, bitchy, funny, and kind-hearted, the man was also everything he stood against: preppy, vain, and oblivious.

And yet, the more he got to know Steve, the more endeared he was to Steve's 'less attractive' sides. It caused him to reevaluate his entire personal doctrine and wonder if he really ever found Steve unattractive at all.

The answer was a big 'No' glaring back at him like a bad joke, leaving him no place to be in denial.

Meanwhile, Steve also realized the subtle changes in Eddie. The longing looks, the lingering touches, the carnal desire in between kisses, the mindless affectionate gestures, and the fond smiles Eddie would give him when he said or did something silly.

Steve should've felt relieved that their feelings were mutual, but he panicked instead. Because what if Eddie only liked the idea of him? What if Eddie regretted catching feelings for him after seeing his real self? Pathetic and not worthy of love?

What if he fucked this all up and made Eddie hate him like many other people in the past? What then?

For the first time, Steve was unsure of his situation. He couldn't afford to lose Eddie by ending things between them, or admit his feelings to the other man unless he wanted to break his own heart.

In the end, he chose to say nothing, to keep up his façade, pretend that he didn't see the yearning in Eddie's eyes and knew he was never brave enough to take that one step.

However, Steve had underestimated one thing—Eddie's obsession with him.

"I love you," hot lips planted on his ear as his ass was plowed from behind.

Bracing his hands on the headboard, Steve choked on his breath, not trusting himself to hear it right. He was about to ignore it when Eddie started talking again.

"You don't have to say it back. Gonna wait for you however long it takes," Eddie let out a low groan when Steve clenched down suddenly.

The pace was picked up, each thrust was aimed precisely at Steve's prostate, strong arms kept his shaking body stay upright, sturdy chest pressed flush against his back, warm breath tickled his clammy skin as the husky voice whispered in his ear again.

"Yeah, s'a promise, sweetheart. Gonna follow you til the end of the world. Gonna be your ghost and shadow. Gonna stay w'you even in death,” sharp teeth sank into soft flesh, wanting to draw blood and leave marks behind. "We'll be buried in the same coffin and corroded together. Intermingled until we become one."

It was unsettling how both insane and lovesick Eddie sounded. Even in the haze of his arousal, Steve could feel himself tremble, could hear himself moan brokenly at the stinging pain and the heady sensation that zipped down his spine.

It's him! Steve’s heart sang, soaring and dancing merrily.

He knew he had found his one. The person who would love him without holding back.

“Then make me yours,” Steve craned his neck to meet those dark wild eyes. “Keep me, brand me.”

There was no pause or hesitation when a hand came up and wrapped around his throat like a collar.

“Mine,” Eddie growled and tightened his fingers further, hips pistoning without restraint, driving himself deeper and deeper into the constricting heat.

Steve’s eyes rolled back, mouth dropped open, and tongue lolled out. Spit and drool dribbled down his chin as he gasped for air, holding onto the headboard for dear life as Eddie pounded into him in earnest.

Whatever came afterward had passed in a blur, Steve was too out of it to remember much else besides the endless pleasure that kept crashing over him, overwhelming and intoxicant.

By the time they were done, he was an incoherent mess, unable to think straight or even move a limb.

Eddie didn't seem to mind, though. The man had cleaned him up efficiently in their joined shower, put him in comfy pjs, ordered his favorite takeouts, and hand-fed him until he was drowsy from fullness. All the while giving him small kisses, telling him sweet promises and things that were too good to be true.

As he slowly drifted off in Eddie’s arms, he knew they still had so much to discuss the next time they woke up with clearer minds and calmer hearts.

But for now, Steve was content to let his boyfriend take care of him, knowing he was in good hands.

[artiststarme]

Steve: If you kidnap me one more goddamn time for "good reasons", I'm pressing charges.

Hopper: ...

Steve: ...

Hopper: *kidnaps him again when he finds out his parents haven't been home in months*

Steve: *does not press charges and eats his free cheeseburger in pouty silence*

[cthulhu-calling]

New Perspective

dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: What happens when you wake up in a bed that isn’t yours, next to a man who was supposed to have gone back to the past?

Warnings: dark fic, dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, smut, rape/non-con, l-bombs, friends with benefits

Author's Note: This is a dark Steve Rogers x f!Reader story. Sit this one out if it isn't for you. Please consider the tags before proceeding, this is your final warning, I am not responsible for the content you consume.

Word Count: 2,216

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Steve Rogers Masterlsit

“You’re not coming back, are you?” 

He looked down at his feet, not able to meet your gaze. Slowly nodding his head, still not looking up, he reaches out to hold you in his massive, trunk-like arms and you let him. 

You and Steve had always been close, even if he was quite cold and standoffish when you first met. What had started off as a simple and pure friendship had developed into something more dark and dirty.

 In the day, he was your close friend and Captain but at night, he was your refuge. Nights spent with hot, sweaty, limbs tangled in each other, rough fingers tugging at your hair as you drew pleasure from each other’s bodies. 

Your arrangement was unconventional, sure, but it’s how you both liked it. No strings attached, just sex. You both had far too much going on to even consider an actual relationship with someone, so you helped each other out during lonely nights. 

To say you would miss him was a massive understatement but you knew he deserved to be happy. Happy with the love of his life,  Peggy Carter. 

Pulling away, you gently cupped his cheek before brushing your lips lightly against his. “You deserve happiness Steve. I won’t hold this against you, but don’t you dare forget about me.” you whispered as you playfully narrowed your eyes at him, poking a finger at his chest. 

He huffed out a laugh at your poor attempt at jest before pulling you close to him, searching your eyes for something more. 

“Steve, I am happy for you. After all that you’ve done for the world, you deserve a chance at being truly happy,” you said, offering him a genuine and what you hope was a reassuring smile. 

Looking lost, he gently nodded his head before pulling you towards the bed. One last time , you thought to yourself as you gave in to him. 

One last time, or so you thought.

Steve hadn’t meant to fall in love. 

What started out as a simple arrangement  of friendly banter and arguments by day and animalistic fucking by night ended up becoming the most passionate affair of his lifetime, and that in itself was saying a lot.

You were the one for him. He knew it and he believed it was high time you realised it too. 

But you? You were as clueless as they came. It was getting a little infuriating at this point, if Steve was being completely honest with himself. 

It was cute at first. How you would act as if you didn’t realise that he loved you. He bought right into the whole faux innocence act and he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him achingly hard and desperate for you. To have you on top of him, your tight little dripping hole stretching to accommodate his thick length as you moan and mewl wantonly. 

But even after months, when you failed to acknowledge how in love with you he was, it started to anger him. How you would have a flirty back and forth with Sam, or brush a perfectly manicured finger against a random stranger’s arm at the pub, bending over slightly while pushing your elbows together to give them an eyeful of your cleavage. All of it made his blood boil.  

So he decided, he had to have you. No matter what. 

He wouldn’t find a more perfect opportunity than this. Under the guise of going to return the stones, he had you believe that he wasn’t coming back, that he was going back to Peggy. Surely, that would make you insecure and you’d beg him to come back, beg him to not leave you. It was foolproof, he was sure of it. 

But when he told you he was leaving, your reaction shocked him. You weren’t desperate for him to come back, begging him to stay back and vowing to do anything to please him. Instead, you were happy for him. 

At first, he couldn’t believe his ears. Surely, you can’t be serious. Did you really not love him? 

He was quick to dispose off that thought though. He was the love of your life and you were his. You belonged with him. To him. He figured that it was all an act, to hide how you truly felt. It was then that he decided to take matters into his own hands. 

That’s how you found yourself in this predicament; groggy and confused, still half asleep in a bed that isn’t yours. Once you realise the bed isn’t actually yours, the bedding a baby pink as averse to the bright yellow of your own with every square inch covered by one too many pillows, you’re alert immediately. Where are you? 

You push the covers off of yourself and just as you’re about to set your feet on the floor, the door at the left corner of the roughly rectangular room swings open, a smiling Steve stepping inside before shutting and locking the door behind him. 

“Morning sleepy head. You’ve been out for quite a while now, almost had me worried there.” he sighed the last part, the eerily hopeful smile still glued to his face. 

You looked around yourself, taking in your surroundings before looking back up at Steve. You were in a room with clean white walls, a huge bed in the centre of the room with two twin nightstands on either side of it. There were no windows, only the door through which he had entered and that too on closer inspection seemed to be made of thick metal, too heavy for anyone without superhuman strength to even try to budge. 

“Where am I Steve? How are you still here?” you asked, you throat scratchy. 

“C’mon honey, sit up straight,” he said as he moved closer to you, holding a tall glass of water to your lips. 

Gulping down the water, you cleared your throat before asking again, “Where are we? How are you still here? I saw you leaving Steve,” you thought out loud, pushing the thick covers off of your body, suddenly feeling their presence suffocating, only to look down and find yourself in a ratty and oversized t-shirt and  boxer shorts, both you were sure you’d seen on Steve at some point in time. 

Steve took in your form hungrily, loving how you looked in his clothes. 

“You need to relax honey. I’ll answer all your questions, but not right now,” he said as he gently pushed you back on the bed, tucking you in. 

“No, I need you to tell me right now. What the fuck’s going on here exactly?” you said, throwing back the covers to move out of the bed but before you can blink, you’re pinned down by Steve’s body. 

“I will not tolerate such language from you. You’re mine and you’re going to do exactly as I say, is that clear honey?” he said almost sweetly but you knew it was all an act to hide how angry he truly was. You saw right through his facade. 

“Yours? Steve, the fuc-“ you cut yourself off on seeing his glare, “I- I uh, don’t get it. What are you on about?” you breathed out.

“No point in pretending anymore my love, I’m only doing what you were too scared to do. I know you love me, I just had to get you to admit it. What better way then a romantic little getaway. No phones, no one but the two of us,” he said in a sort of dazed voice while you just sat there, slack jawed and wide eyed.

“You-you, uh, you’ve lost it! You’ve gone absolutely mental! I don’t love you, and I’m sorry if I made you believe that I did but you need to let me go,” you said while pushing him back and quickly getting out of the bed. 

He grabbed you by your hips, spinning you around and pulling you close so you were right against his chest. 

“Stop acting coy, I know you want me just as much as I want you. Can’t you see? We’re supposed to be together, together forever. And while I won’t tolerate how you spoke to me just now, I’ll let it pass just this once.

“I know you’re stressed love, but you’ve got to accept it. You’re the love of my life. You belong to me. ” He whispered the last part slowly as his hands travelled down to the small of your back, grabbing your ass and squeezing it, making you gasp. 

His lips attacked yours, swallowing all your protests as he slowly guided you back to the bed, pushing you down on it. 

“Give me a chance to prove it to you, make you see how right we feel, together,” he mumbled as he peppered kisses down you neck and chest, occasionally sucking a dark mark, laying his claim on you. 

“Mine, mine, mine,” he kept mumbling as his hand reached to tug down your shorts, deft fingers prodding at your entrance. 

He rubbed his thumb in figure-8’s around your clit, drawing a strangled moan from you. Arms and legs giving up their struggle as you fisted the sheets, pleasure shooting up your spine. 

“Please, Steve,” you moaned breathily and you knew not if you begged for him to stop or for more. 

The cheeky bastard had the audacity to act innocent as he slowed his movements, “Please what, my love?” he asked and you could hear the smug smirk on his face.

“Let me go, please!” you yelled, struggling against his hold with renewed vigour. 

Smack!

“Wrong answer honey,” he growled as he landed another smack on your bare pussy, making you yelp. 

Easily pinning you down, he ran his fingers through your folds before collecting the wetness there, bringing his dripping fingers to your lips. 

“Suck.” he ordered. 

When you didn’t move to open your mouth, he pushed his fingers into the back of your throat, effectively choking you. 

“Bad girls don’t deserve to be prepared beforehand, do they?” he asked condescendingly before he plunged his thick cock into your unprepared channel. 

Immediately setting a punishing pace as his free hand grabbed hold of both your wrists, pinning them above your head. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelching of your drenched pussy only spurring him on. 

“Look at you, dripping for me. You’re enjoying this just as much as me, aren’t you? And yet, yet you deny me of something that can only be right. We belong together, can’t you see?” he said with a low growl. 

You moaned around his fingers, the shame of being close to your climax while he forced himself on you bringing tears to your eyes. 

Letting go of your wrists, he brushed away your tears, driving himself harshly into your dripping cunt, “Don’t cry my love, don’t cry for something you can’t change. We belong together, and I’ll make sure you see it.” 

Making true of his promise, he started pounding into you, deeper and harder, hitting the spot that made your mind go blank, not being able to focus on anything but the pleasure that only his cock could give, that only he could give . 

You let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob as you came undone, clenching down hard on his cock, milking him. 

Grunting as he emptied himself inside of you, he slowly removed his fingers from your mouth, bringing his lips to yours for a rather chaste kiss considering he’d been balls deep in you just seconds ago. 

“I deserve to be happy. You said it yourself, my love. After all that I’ve done for this world, it’s the least I deserve. And we’re going to be so happy,” he mumbled into your ear, more for himself than you as he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, keeping you close to his body as your eyelids started to droop. 

Oh, whatever were you going to do now? 

[holylulusworld]

SHG for killers (2) – You (the reader)

Summary: 6 men meet up to talk about their problems. They soon realize they need someone to help them solve their problems. This person is you. Whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Steve Kemp x fem!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader, Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x fem!Reader, Andy Barber x fem!Reader, God, the bounty hunter x fem!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, hostage situation, language, kidnapping, plot twist, world building

A/N: Please consider Steve Kemp is not a cannibal in my story. This is an AU. All men are serial killers, killers, or hitmen.

SHG for killers (1) - The first meeting

Self-help group for killers masterlist

You’re fuming. No, it’s even worse. You are ready to commit murder and would regret splitting their skull with an ax.

One day. You only wanted one day off, but that’s too much to ask for. They all take days off without asking if you can cover their shift all the damn time.

“Never heard of work-life balance,” you snap at your boss. You huff as she doesn’t reply. “Yeah, you let me work overtime and didn’t pay me. But God forbid I take a day off because I’m having a terrible headache!”

“Ms. Y/L/N, you took the day off because you suffered from a hangover, not a headache. And it wasn’t the first time you stayed at home without giving us a call.”

You huff at her bitchy comment. “I wasn’t drunk or hungover.” You narrow your eyes when your colleague walks past you and your boss. She ratted you out, you know it. One drunk escapade, and you’re in trouble. “I was sick and had to stay home. It won’t happen again!”

“That’s right,” she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “It won’t happen again. You’re fired!”

“Fired?” You gasp loudly. “You can’t fire me! I quit, you uptight and stupid bitch!” You’re too angry to care that you just fucked your career over. Usually, you try to negotiate or talk things out, but your boss takes one step too far.

You twirl around and make your way toward your office, glaring at your colleagues on your way. None of them came to your aid. You covered for them more than once—to hell with all of them.

Walking toward your car, you sigh deeply. All that’s left of your career fits in a box. Great timing. You were about to move into a bigger apartment and buy a new car. Now that your regular income has turned to dust, you’re back to square one.

“Miss, can I help you?” You gasp when, out of nowhere, a man stands in front of you. He looks you up and down and runs his index finger and thumb over his mustache. “This looks heavy, sunshine. Let me help you.”

Out of instinct, you take a step back. This man means trouble; you just know it. There’s something in his blue eyes telling you to run.

“No, thanks,” you try to sound confident as you look around the underground car park. You can’t see other people but hear chatter coming from the other side of the underground car park. “My colleague will be here in a minute to help me, Sir.”

“Sir,” he hums. “I like it when you call me that.” He steps even closer to snatch the box out of your hands. “Why don’t we stop with this nonsense?”

He drops the box and reaches for you to grab you, but you sidestep him. The man huffs and lunges forward, but you dodge his attack.

“HELP!” You scream, but the two people you heard talk earlier ignore your screams for help. “HELP!”

“FIRE!” Now that they look your way, you wave at them, but instead of helping you, they run off, leaving you alone with the man.

“Aw, princess,” this time, he tackles you to the ground and pins you to the cold concrete. “Stop fighting me, or this will hurt you more than me.” He tries to cover your mouth with one hand and restrain your wrist with a pair of handcuffs.

No, you won’t go down easily. You use the last strength left in you and knee him in the groin. He whines for a second and bites his lower lip. The man breathes through the pain while angrily staring at you.

Even if you can’t defeat him, you fight back. You smirk behind the hand covering your mouth and glare at him.

“I love me a good romp, princess,” he purrs in your ear. “Let’s make things a little easier for me. I’d like to transport you in the backseat, not the trunk.”

Your eyes widen as he gets a syringe out. Wiggling underneath him, you shake your head. The fucker is heavy, and it feels like his body is corded in muscles. Fuck, he will bring you to a second location, and this can’t be good.

You bite the hand covering your mouth, earning a slap to your thigh. The sting distracts you long enough for the man to ram the needle into your thigh. “Easy there, princess. We can get kinky later.”

Wrapped like a package and gagged, you sit in the middle of what looks like a chair circle. The man who kidnapped you sits on one of the chairs. You don’t recognize the others, though.

“Gentlemen, here’s the solution for all of our problems. Mr. Andrew Barber’s sweet secret. I got her for us. Oh, and I grabbed some of her shit and burned down her place to make her disappearance believable—or rather her death.”

One of them cocks his head to look at you. He looks rather bored than interested. “We don’t need another member,” he says, and goes back to checking on his phone.

“Don’t be a spoilsport, God,” the guy kidnapping you says and elbows the man in the ribs. “She’s fun. Little Miss Sunshine tried to knee me in the groin. Can you believe this? She’s a firecracker. No wonder, Barber is head over heels for her.”

“She’s not too bad to look at,” one of the others says. You glare at your kidnapper and narrow your eyes, daring him to get close to you. “Good job, Hansen. So, what do we do with her?”

“What do we do—?” Hansen, your kidnapper, says. “Kemp, I thought you were a lil’ smartass. What do we do with a pretty ripe cupcake?” He smirks at you. “We eat it.”

“What’s going on here?” A familiar voice fills your ears. You jerk your head toward the new arrival and huff. Of course, it was him. The creep snapping pictures of you at the practice. Andy Barber. “Who is…”

“I got her for you… I mean us... Lloyd proudly states and points at you sitting in the middle of their chair circle.

“What the fuck! Hansen!” Andy barks. “What did you do? You’ll get us all in trouble!”

“What?” Lloyd shrugs. “You talked so much about her and whined. I did you a favor and grabbed her. Now we have a good doctor in the house.”

“Hey!” Kemp grunts. “I’m a doctor. She’s just…” He gets up to look down at you. “…a bitch talking my patient out of surgery. Hmm…she looks different in that light, though.”

“Who cares about the light?” Robert grunts. “Can she help us or not?”

“Oh, she will help us,” Lloyd crouches down next to you to cup your chin. “Right, baby cakes. You’ll sing for me when I eat that muffin.”

“Lloyd!” Andy yells to get Hansen’s attention.

“What? I’m busy here!” Lloyd yells back.

“That’s not my therapist,” Andy says while running one hand down his face. “You fucking idiot! You kidnapped the wrong woman!”

Part 3

Tags in reblog.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Teddy Bear Picnic - Two

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: If you go down in the woods today you’re sure of a big surprise - The one where your captor tries to get you to warm up to him, but all you want is to go home. 

Warnings: Dark fic, dark themes, violence, language, injuries, this chapter is darker than the first

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n: part two uwu this part is darker than the first so be warned but also y e a h setting up some fun stuff for this series. hope y'all enjoy! I'm moving AGAIN tomorrow so i might be a little MIA or i might not, i guess we'll find out!

!!This is a Dark Fic with Triggering and Sexual Content. Read at Own Risk!!

~*~

"Why are you not eating?" He asks, sitting across from you on the thin mattress, watching as Arlo bounds around the basement excitedly, chasing his own tail and absolutely unaware of the danger.

You look down at the few plates of food on the ground that have been nibbled on by Arlo.

"I'm not hungry."

"Don't lie."

You can't bring yourself to look at him, to meet his eyes.

"It's not poisoned, you know that. Your dog eats and he's fine. Why do you not eat?"

You sigh heavily and shake your head, tears filling your eyes.

You're not sure how many days have gone by, all you know is that you miss your family tremendously. Every time you wake up you lose a little more hope.

"Let me go," you whisper, sniffling. "Please, just let me go home."

He reaches forward, ignoring the way you flinch away, and wipes a tear off of your cheek.

"I know you're scared, but this is good. It's so good. I won't hurt you, you just gotta listen to me, okay?"

You sniffle again and nod.

"Good girl. Now, all you need to do is eat, okay? Just eat a bit. I can't have you starving yourself now, sweetheart. You're going to be very important to me."

You clench your bound hands in fists in front of you, shaking your head.

"Why me?" You ask softly, not wanting to risk making him angry.

"Everything happens for a reason. You came out into the woods for a reason, darling. And it brought you to me. You're meant for me. I was meant to find you out there. You're lost... and now I've found you. Don't you see it?"

Your heart sinks.

You used to believe that everything happened for a reason but now? Now it surely can't be true. Why would this happen to you? If everything is meant to happen then why do horrible things happen to good people?

"Now, eat your breakfast. If you're a good girl, I'll see about getting rid of the ropes around your wrists. How's that sound?"

The idea of even the smallest sort of freedom has you perking up a bit.

It's been days and he hasn't hurt you, the food hasn't made Arlo sick.

He watches you with the eyes of a predator as you pick at the toast Arlo nibbled on hours ago when it was brought down to you.

"Everything is homemade or locally bought. I like to know what goes in my food," he says quietly, eyes lighting up when you take a small bite.

Your stomach flips and churns as you chew, your hunger now making itself very apparent.

Steve nods encouragingly.

"Good, good girl. That's what I like to see."

You take another bite, watching as he gives you a soft smile.

"There you go. I knew you were good."

You swallow the bite in your mouth, cheeks suddenly feeling like they've been stuffed with cotton balls.

"Can... can I have some water? Please?" You ask quietly, shrinking back the tiniest bit as if awaiting a blow.

His face lights up with joy and he nods happily.

"Of course. Anything for you."

You want to ask to be set free, to go home to your family, your mother. But you somehow know that's not included in the 'anything' he spoke of.

He's quick to rise to his feet and all but race up the stairs, and Arlo takes that moment to trot back over to your lap, sitting down comfortably.

You scratch between his ears, fighting back tears as your captor comes back down the stairs with a bottle of water in his grasp.

"It's sealed, nothing's inside of it," he explains gently, sitting down and handing you the bottle.

You twist the lid off, finding small comfort in the fact that he's telling the truth. The seal breaks with a soft crack and then you're bringing the bottle to your lips and swallowing mouthful after mouthful.

"Not too fast, I don't want you to choke," he murmurs.

You briefly wonder what he would do if you did choke. If you let the water flood your lungs instead of your belly, but he's taking the bottle from you before you can find out.

"This is good. You're being so so good for me. We can be happy if you keep this up," he whispers, cupping your cheek.

Your bottom lip quivers and you shake your head slowly.

"What do you want from me? Why me?" You ask for what feels like the millionth time.

He heaves out a sigh and drags his thumb across your bottom lip.

"What are the odds you would stumble directly in my path? Hmm? Now, I'm not a religious man, but it's hard to argue divine intervention in a case like this." He brings his other hand up and holds your face softly, gingerly, like you're made out of glass.

"You were made for me. You are what I'm owed. And I promise I will take very very good care of you, so long as you behave."

~*~

"Can... can I take a shower? Please?" You ask a few days later, scratching Arlo's head.

He untied your wrists a day prior, and you really hope you're not pressing your luck.

He looks at you for a long moment then slowly nods.

"Yes. Are you bringing the dog?"

As if that's even a question.

Clutching Arlo to your chest, you slowly follow him up the stairs, wincing against the harsh daylight that floods through the open doorway.

"This way. I'll let you shower and then I can show you around. Oh, we're going to have so much fun," he says wistfully, almost sighing the words.

You glance around hurriedly, looking for an exit, a weapon, anything, but he's quick to step behind you and usher you toward the bathroom.

"Here, this is the guest bathroom. There's... body wash, shampoo, conditioner. I went and bought everything I thought you would need. Towels are just in here, and there's a fresh toothbrush for you under the sink. Take your time, and call me if you need anything."

He pauses and looks at you, his eyes holding new fire, "and I mean anything."

You swallow hard and nod, waiting until he closes the door to make a move.

The first thing you do, is set Arlo down on the ground. The next is turn the shower on.

Then, you open up one of the bathroom drawers, successfully blocking the door.

Eyes on the prize, you open the window next and yank the screen out.

"Okay, we've got one shot at this," you whisper, taking Arlo into your grasp and stepping up onto the toilet to give you more leverage to jump out.

Peering outside carefully, you take a deep breath and then carefully climb up into the window, balancing with one leg outside.

Steadying yourself, you hold Arlo tightly then swing your other leg over and jump from the window, landing with a soft 'thud' on the grass below.

Your ankle pinches, and you wince, then push to your feet and set Arlo down.

You'll be faster without him in your hands, and he' can easily outrun your captor.

"Come, Arlo, let's go!" You whisper, taking off running through the grass toward the trees.

You have no idea where you're going, you just know that anywhere is better than here.

As the treeline nears, your hope grows, only to be brutally shot down by the weight on your back that brings you tumbling to the ground.

"No!" You screech, clawing at the ground to try and get away from him.

"Shut up!" He shouts, pushing your face into the ground as you continue screaming and sobbing.

You cough, spitting out dirt and grass and crying into the ground.

"Why are you doing this? You said you'd be good! I told you to be good!" He exclaims, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you backward.

You kick your feet and grab at his hands, smacking and scratching at him to try and get him to let you go. You wail and scream and cry, but your fights against him are nothing compared to his strength.

"No, no please!" You shriek, thrashing in his arms.

"Stop it!" He hisses, giving you a harsh tug, and you're forced to watch as Arlo's little body disappears into the trees.

Your captor all but wrestles you back down into the basement, shoving you to your knees despite your screams and pleas.

He kicks the mattress aside and yanks your arms behind your back, binding you tightly with your arms straight.

You sniffle and sob when he's finished, crawling toward the stairs desperately.

"No! You're not leaving me!" He shouts, yanking on the rope and forcing you back.

You shriek at the pain in your arms and he gives you another hard yank.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! Stop screaming or I'll give you something to scream about!" He threatens, stepping around to stand in front of you.

You cower, scrambling back as fast as you physically can, sniffling and hiccuping the whole time. You look like a wounded animal, curled up in a ball, terrified for your life.

"Arlo," you moan, "I just want Arlo... please," you beg, looking up at him with big weepy eyes.

He leans down and grabs your jaw roughly, tilting your head this way and that.

"Then you should've thought about that before you tried to leave me. He's wolf food now," he whispers. His eyes are evil, full of anger and fury and something else that terrifies you beyond comprehension.

"No," you moan, shoulders slumping forward.

He drops your head and takes a deep breath, straightening up smoothing out his shirt.

"I'll be back with dinner. You'd better eat it."

He turns and walks up the stairs, turning the light on as he does.

Now you're really alone, and you wish you never tried to escape.

[logansgaar]

"'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place" was such a batshit insane line they had Tony say with Peter Parker sitting right there, like I don't know how more people don't see how detached from logic Tony became believing he was right.

He had the audacity to lecture Steve about bringing Wanda, a 27 year old woman under house arrest because someone else's bomb went off who participated in her own rescue because she did in fact want to leave, being there when he'd just committed a war crime by kidnapping Peter, a 14 year old boy who said no, from his safe home in Queens to be a child soldier, and grooming him (which btw does not exclusively mean sexual, it also means "the action of attempting to form a relationship with a child or young person [...] or inducing them to commit an illegal act"...like illegal entry into a foreign country or vigilantism that had literally just been outlawed via the Accords).

To be absolutely clear, I think we're supposed to acknowledge this glaring flaw in Tony's logic here, the point is supposed to be that for as well intentioned as Tony is, the statement "you're wrong, you think you're right, that makes you dangerous" applies to him. And it's honestly sad how many people in the last decade missed that entirely

[angelyuji]

i was thinking abt this last night and i forgot to write it down. however, im in the bathroom peeing in one of the campus bathrooms when i REMEMBERED!

yandere justice league to me is VERY different from yandere avengers (not gonna touch on x-men or the other groups of superheroes just yet).

tw // yandere, physical abuse, manipulation, just… general yandere stuff

yandere justice league are manipulative, obsessive, and possessive, BUT they would never ever ever lay a hand on you/their obsession. like they would kidnap, manipulate, drive u to the brink of madness, but they would never ever physically hurt you. like bruce may borderline harass (y/n) at their place of work, clark may keep (y/n) chained up at the fortress, diana would gaslight (y/n) to the point where they abandon their family, but never would they cross that line of physical abuse.

but yandere avengers… they would use any tool at their disposal to get (y/n) to break. ive written abt steve already (so go check that out). but i feel like the clear difference (to me) is that avengers would hurt u to get what they want.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Eddie who's from some mob family who ends up kidnapping the son of one of the rich families in Hawkins.

Steve Harrington.

Because his parents have royally fucked up with them and thus their son is taken for ransom.

Steve Harrington is both everything and nothing Eddie expects.

He throws a tennis ball at the wall to keep himself occupied.

He doesn't say much but he does look at Eddie as if to say really? This is your plan?

Which annoys Eddie who thus annoys him back.

Like the professional he is.

He doesn't beg to be let free or even look upset about it. If anything Steve's rather impassive to most things.

Doesn't touch the food Wayne gives him until Eddie genuinely asks him to plz eat it.

Even than he pokes at it while he eats.

And yet hes the single most bitchiest individual Eddie's ever met.

But clams up like he remembers he's not a friend but a prisoner.

It takes all Eddie has not to urge him to keep talking.

"There not going to pay you." Says Steve one day out of nowhere.

He says it so nonchalantly like it in enough itself isn't devastating.

Eddie checks the calendar, he knows if he'd been missing this long Wayne would have threatened and gone though with multiple murders.

He had.

He would do anything for Eddie.

So why... Why wouldn't Steve's parents come back for him?

"How... Would I get them to show up?"

Steve laughs, it's the first laugh he's had since he got here and Eddie wants to hug him.

"When you figure it out, let me know."

[nburkhardt]

✨ Thoughts while listening to Taylor Swift ✨

Steve trying his absolute hardest not to fall for Eddie. Because he knows Eddie’s destiny. Knows that he’s meant for big things, that he’s going places and will be successful in the future.

That Eddie’s meant for more than him.

So, Steve tries his best to keep his heart from falling.

When the last of Eddie’s friends graduate and all of them are packed up, ready to get the hell out of Hawkins, Steve’s there to wish them a goodbye and to take the world by storm.

He’s hugging Eddie tight, feeling his eyes burn from holding back the tears. Trying to enjoy the closeness and warmth, trying to keep the sob back that’s wanting to break free.

“Stevie…”

Shaking his head, he squeezes Eddie and pull away, “don’t, Eds.” He can’t look Eddie in the eye longer than a second, he smiles tight with a few tears finally falling, “take the world on, Rockstar. I’ll be watching, promise”

Eddie wipes his eyes, smiles and opens his mouth a few times before giving up and taking a step closer to him to press a kiss to his cheek before turning around and meeting back up with of his friends. The van is filled with all their things, soon it’s filled with Eddie’s friends and Eddie himself.

Waving, Steve keeps up the smile and it’s only once the van isn’t in his vision that it fully hits him.

That he failed.

~~~~

Oh, hello 👋

Was listening to “Come Back Be Here” and well, this little thing appeared in my head couldn’t help myself and i remembered I haven’t gotten my loves back for all the angst they’ve put me through. 🥰

Enjoy @i-less-than-three-you and @strangersteddierthings love youuuuuu

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