#like we SEE steve leaving her for christ sake

[soniclion92]

I beg the 52.7% of people who voted that Steve told Jonathan to take Nancy home to please pick up some media literacy and stop pretending that Steve is some sweet angel whose never done anything wrong in his life for the love of god 😭

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Just thinking about Reader finding out she’s having Steve’s baby and how Steve would be during her pregnancy.

You’ve only been married to Steve for a blissful couple of weeks when you realise you’re expecting a little baby Harrington.

One morning after Steve leaves for work, you rush to the bathroom feeling extremely nauseous and after realising your period is more than a little late, you run to the store to buy a couple of pregnancy tests to put your mind at ease.

It’s impossible you think, you’re completely overreacting. It’s just stress after the wedding and nothing more. You and Steve had always been so careful…well, except for one night. One drunken passionate night on your honeymoon when you just couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you any longer. You hadn’t used a condom and had completely forgotten to get the morning after pill with all your holiday activities keeping you both busy. Fuck, you were so stupid!

Your heart beats out of your chest as you wait for the result of the first test, sitting on the bathroom countertop, nervously biting on your nails as you stare at the watch on your wrist. You prayed it would come back negative, that you’d never even have to tell Steve about your silly worry and things could just go back to normal.

When it’s finally time, you psych yourself up to look at the test., taking a few deeps breaths in and out. A cold sweat pouring from you as your hands begin to shake, picking up the test.

+ Positive. Fuck.

You fall to the floor in tears, trying to catch your breath before beginning to process the result. You’re pregnant and the timing couldn’t be worse.

You and Steve were newlyweds, you’d just moved in to a new apartment of your very own and had so many plans for the future that didn’t include children. Of course you both wanted kids, Steve wanted six for christ sake but not now, not yet. It was too soon.

You’d taken 2 more tests throughout the day, both of which came back positive, confirming that you were indeed expecting. You sat in silence most of the afternoon wondering how you were going to tell Steve. Was he going to be angry at you? Would he still love you? You were terrified to find out because you loved him so much.

By that evening, you were starting to imagine what life would be like with a little baby in it. Would it be a boy or a girl? Would they look like Steve? Would they have his eyes? Would be good parents? Would it be so bad if you kind of wanted this baby?

It was shortly after 8pm when you hear the familiar sound of your Husband’s keys turning in the front door of your apartment. “Hi honey, it’s me. How was your day? It’s freezing outside!” He shivers, removing his coat before walking towards the kitchen to see you sitting at the table.

“Honey, are you ok? What’s the matter?” He questions, bending down to cup your cheeks, wiping the tears from your eyes. He’s concerned now, panic visible on his face as you try to gain your composure.

“Stevie, I have to tell you something but I’m so afraid you’re going to be mad and I just need you to know that I’m sorry and that I didn’t plan on this happening right now.” You cry hysterically as he wraps his arms tightly around you, he can feel your body shaking, the tears soaking his t-shirt. He’s completely terrified. Were you sick? Did you not love him anymore? Did you regret marrying him?Was there someone else? Were you going to leave him?

“Honey, please just tell me what’s going on? You’re starting to scare me.” He trembles as you take a deep breath before blurting out. “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re…. You’re what?” He asks, eyes widened in shock as he tried to process your statement.

“I’m preg- we’re pregnant.” You mumble again as he stands back up, a hand over his mouth as he remains silent. You can’t read his expression.

“When you left for work this morning, I started to feel really sick, I puked a couple of times and I thought maybe it was that take out we got last night, you know? But then it dawned on me that my period was late, like really late and I didn’t think it was possible at first, I mean we’ve always been so careful to use condoms and I was going to go on birth control one I got my next period but then I remembered that night on our honeymoon when we didn’t use one and we forgot to go to the pharmacy the next day, so I went to the store today and got a bunch of tests and…they all came back positive.” You say, taking the tests from your bag and placing them on the table for Steve to see for himself. “I’m so sorry Stevie, I honestly didn’t mean for this to happen. I know we had so many plans for the future and this is happening so much sooner than we wanted it to but…”

You were so busy rambling, afraid of his response that you didn’t even notice the smile on Steve’s face, the tears in his eyes as he finally picked up one of the pregnancy tests to inspect it further.

“We’re really having a baby? I’m going to be a Dad?” He asks, staring at you, his wife, with utter adoration as he walks closer towards you.

“Yeah Stevie, we’re really going to have a baby.” You cry as he places a loving kiss to your lips, once again wrapping himself around you, rubbing your stomach gently. “I love you Mrs Harrington, we’re going to be the best parents.”

When you finally tell people, the kids all fight over who gets to be the baby’s godparents but you and Steve have already chosen Robin and Eddie, telling the others they’ll be awesome aunts and uncles either way.

Even Steve’s parents are excited, spending more time in Hawkins to help you both get ready for the baby and it makes you happy to see them finally making an effort for their son.

Steve is the best Husband and birthing partner, attending all the classes and appointments with you, reading all the baby books to know as much as possible before the baby arrives. Making sure you take your vitamins etc.

He tears up upon seeing your baby for the first time at the Ultrasound appointment. Showing EVERYBODY the pictures when you get home from the hospital.

Steve quickly got to work on building the nursery, getting annoyed when you insist on helping him paint the room. “Baby, I don’t want you straining yourself.” “I’m pregnant, not dying Steve.” You’d joke. “Just let me feel useful for a while, please?” You begged and he sighed, knowing he could never say no to you. “Alright, fifteen minutes, then I’m running you a bath.” He said kissing your forehead before handing you a paintbrush.

You decided not to find out the baby’s gender, wanting to keep the surprise for when you gave birth but Steve was convinced it was a girl, often referring to the baby as she/her when talking. “There’s my two girls.”

You and Steve’s weekends are spent buying stuff for the baby, high chairs, strollers, diapers etc. You’re both working extra hours to save as much money as possible, but as the pregnancy progresses, Steve takes on more work so you can rest up at home.

As your tummy grows, Steve can see you’re getting a little self conscious in your clothes. Outfits that fit in the past are no longer comfortable and it makes you sad.

He gives Nancy a couple of hundred dollars to take you for lunch and to shop for maternity clothes, making sure she gets you whatever you want.

He constantly reminds you how beautiful you are, showing you he’s not afraid to have sex with his pregnant wife. He just wants to make you feel good.

Every morning he wakes up, he kisses your lips and then your tummy. “Good morning baby, and my other baby.” He does the same when he gets home from work and every night before bed.

The first time the baby kicks, you’re both lying on the couch watching Jaws, Steve talking over the movie as usual. He drops the bowl of popcorn when he feels you jolt beside him. “Honey what’s wrong? Are you ok? Is it the baby?” He panics, jumping from his seat but you’re quick to pull him back down and place his large hand on your stomach. “The baby, it’s kicking. Woah!” You say, starting to laugh at the feeling of your tiny human growing inside you. “I.. I feel her! Oh my god, she’s kicking hard huh?” He smiles, holding your other hand in his. “I think they like your voice baby.” You say as Steve looks at you in surprise. “You think?” “Uh, huh. They kicked when you started speaking, didn’t you peanut?” You giggle rubbing your belly.

Steve comes home from work the next night with a box of children’s books and he’s so excited getting in to bed to read the bedtime story to your swollen bump. “Stevie, what are you doing?” You giggle as he begins to read.

“Well, you said the baby likes my voice and I want her to recognise that I’m her Dad when you give birth, so Phil from work let me borrow a couple of his kids books so I can read to her. Plus I want her to be smart, not like her old man.” “Steve, you’re not an old man and you are smart.” You smile, putting a gentle hand through his hair, getting cosy in bed as he opens the first book to read to your tummy.

You were almost a week overdue when you decided you finally had enough of being pregnant. You’d gone on multiple walks, ate all the spicy food you could possibly eat and tried every position possible while having sex with Steve. Nothing was working, this baby was as stubborn as you were.

When your water finally breaks, Steve is super calm and you can’t believe he’s handling things so well. He’s had your hospital bag at the front door for several weeks now, car full of gas and newly serviced. He was getting you to the hospital without any issues. “We’re almost there baby.” He says holding your hand as you try to breathe through the pain. “Stevie, I’m scared.” You cry as he chuckles, trying to make you feel better. “Sweetheart, you fought monsters from another dimension for four years without showing any fear but you’re scared of delivering our little girl? This is gonna be a piece of cake to you baby and I’m right here, all the way.” He assured you, kissing your knuckles.

Eddie and Robin wait in the waiting room, Steve having called them once he got you safely to the hospital, knowing you’d want them there to look after Steve if he needed anything. Eddie was beyond excited while Robin paced the halls in a nervous wreck.

Steve was great, he was rubbing your back and shoulders, getting you ice chips, keeping your facecloth cold to press to your forehead and then a few hours later, it was finally tome to push.

This was hell, you were in so much pain, your body was screaming for a break but you knew you couldn’t rest until the baby was out. You wanted to choke Steve for getting you pregnant, telling him he was never allowed to touch you again, that you were only having one baby and that was it.

“Honey, you’re doing so good. Just a couple of more pushes sweetheart, she’s almost here!” Steve whispers in your ear, refusing to leave your side.

That’s easy for you to say! You’re not pushing a football out of your vagina Steve Harrington!” You yell as he tried to hold back a laugh. “Don’t you dare laugh right now!” You warn, squeezing his hand as you feel another contraction.

“I can see the head!” The Doctor cries as you close your eyes, wanting this to be over.

“Come on honey, you’ve got this. It’s time to meet our daughter.” Steve encourages, as you find the strength to push again, feeling the pressure on the bottom half of your body. Suddenly the head is out, then the shoulders and after a few more pushes, you hear the little cries of your newborn baby, before the Doctor hands the tiny bundle to you.

“You did so good honey, you are amazing.” Steve kisses your lips as you begin to cry from happiness, relief and exhaustion.

“Congratulations to the both of you. You have a beautiful healthy baby boy.” The Doctor says as you smile at Steve, cuddling your son.

“She’s a boy? We have a boy?” He cries, holding his little family in his arms as he sits on the edge of you bed, overwhelmed by how happy he is in this very moment.

“I told you we were having a boy. Are you upset?” You frown as he shakes his head. “No! Of course not, look at him, how could anyone be upset when he’s so perfect?” Steve smiles as you move a little to hand him his son. “Take him, I think he wants to say hi to the guy that reads to him every night.” You tease, carefully slotting him into Steve’s arms as he looks down at his son in complete and utter awe. His heart completely melts when his son grabs his pinky finger, holding it tightly as you smile at your two boys.

“Hey little man, welcome to the world, I’m your Dad, and that beautiful woman over there? She’s your awesome Mom. We’re your parents and we already love you so much.” Steve mumbles as tears fill his eyes.

“You know we’re going to have to think of some new names now right?” You joke as Steve nods his head, wiping away his tears. “Oh yeah, somehow I don’t think he’s gonna like the name Phoebe.”

[medusapelagia]

Learning to Love 4

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy Tags: enemies to lovers, internalized homophobia Words: 1143

Billy hasn’t seen Steve since the day of the test. There isn’t any need for them to study together anymore, and the pretty boy had left the basketball team months before, so the only way Billy had to see him is looking for him in the parking lot. But he is not always so lucky. More times than not he has to pick up his stupid step-sister and bring her safely home, losing the only occasion he has of seeing Steve.

He doesn’t miss the time they spent together. And he absolutely does not miss getting cozy on Steve’s couch and drinking beer while watching a movie. And he is definitely not still thinking about that night when Steve fell asleep and his head slid onto his shoulder and he felt his warm breath on his neck.

It's not that.

It's just that he is worried about him. 

"Are you still moping?" Max asks, opening the car's door.

"The fuck do you want?"

"I'm tired of seeing you moping around, ok? You are still an asshole but when you were hanging out with Steve you were a little bit less of an asshole."

Billy glares at her. "What are you saying?" He replies in an icy cold tone.

"Nothing. Just that it was nice when you were friends with Steve. So, tell me, how bad did you fuck up?"

Billy pushes on the gas pedal, "I didn't fuck up."

"So why is he avoiding you?" Max insists.

"He is not. We don't have any more classes in common and he passed his test so now we have no reason to meet."

Max remains silent for a long moment, then she whispers "If there was an opportunity to meet him, would you be an asshole as usual?"

Billy lifts an eyebrow "What are you talking about?"

"The party wants to go to the arcade on Saturday and Steve is Dustin's friend, they searched for Dustin's cat together or something like that. Anyway, Steve is going to drive Dustin and you could drive me and Lucas."

"Lucas?" Billy growls, "Are you still hanging out with him?"

She sticks her tongue out "He is my boyfriend! Get over it!"

"You are too fucking young to have a boyfriend! You are thirteen for Christ's sake!"

"Come on! Everyone at school has a boyfriend! Why do you hate Lucas, huh?"

Billy doesn't reply, his eyes fixed on the road.

It's not true that he hates Lucas. Well, he doesn't like him very much, to be honest, he is sniffing around his sister after all and Billy is fiercely protective of his pack, but that's not the true reason behind his attitude. The true reason is that Billy knows that if Neil would even suspect that the girl is having a relationship with a boy he will lock her in the fucking basement.

That's what he did to Billy the first time that he saw him holding hands with Thomas; he beat him with the strap and locked him in the basement for two days, giving him just water and bread. He is pretty sure that Neil will not beat her, not if he wants to keep his shiny new wife, but he is pretty sure that he will not let her go to the skate park or arcade anymore. So, no, Billy doesn't like Lucas.

“Think about it. Driving Lucas and I and finally talking to Steve, or ruining my weekend and staying in your room all day.” She says while she gets out of the car, leaving Billy staring at the front door of their house on Cherry Lane.

***

Saturday afternoons Neil and Susan go to Indianapolis to spend the day, leaving Billy in charge of Max, which is something that annoys both of them, but this time Max is determined to convince Billy to drive her to the arcade

“Come on! If you don’t drive me I’ll go on my skateboard!”

“You will not do such a thing!” Billy snarls, grabbing her arm harshly.

“I deserve to have some fun, Billy! The only reason I asked you to drive me is because I think that Steve’s friendship is good for you and I wanted to help you make peace, but if you are going to be an asshole as usual I’ll skate to Lucas and then I’ll ask his parents to drive us to the arcade!”

Billy glares at the girl, he wants to talk with Steve more than anything but he doesn’t like to be used like that.

“Fuck you, Maxine. You don’t know shit! So stop acting like you have all the answers in your fucking pocket.”

“Oh, I don’t know shit? I know why we moved here, Billy!” She retorts, covering her mouth as soon as those words come out.

“You… what?” He growls, grabbing her and pushing her against the wall.

“I didn’t tell anyone!” She assures him.

“Because there is nothing to say!” He screams, freeing her from his grip. Billy goes back to his room, slamming the door so hard that the poster above his bed wobbles.

Nobody can know what happened in California. Nobody. Not even Maxine.

A soft knock on the door breaks the seething silence in Billy’s mind.

“Fuck off!”

“I’m sorry. Billy, I’m sorry, for real. I didn’t mean… please. Come with me to the arcade. I saw the two of you together…” She whispers behind the door “You looked… you looked nice together.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you mean and I’m not going to drive you anywhere. You are grounded!” He replies, lightening a cigarette between his lips.

Max stays outside his room for a few moments before walking away and Billy finally relaxes. Did he start to feel something for the pretty boy he tutored? Maybe. But there is no way he is going to admit that, not even to himself.

He is lifting some weights, his body covered in sweat, when he hears the roar of a car that stops exactly in front of his house. Surprised, he looks out of the window and sees a familiar Beemer and immediately screams “MAXINE!” but the girl is already running toward the car with her backpack on her shoulder and Steve is holding the car’s door open for her when Billy gets on the porch.

“Maxine, come immediately back, you know that you are grounded.”

She sticks her tongue out “My mom is not here and she didn’t tell me I was grounded, she just told me that I should stay with you, not where. So get your shit together and come with us because I’m not getting back inside.” She replies bravely and if Billy’s look could kill she would be dead by now, but no, she is still there, smiling triumphantly at him.

Steve lifts an eyebrow “You coming or what?” 

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Eddie might just be the dumbest person Steve has ever met. He's seriously sitting beside him as they remain stationary in the Beemer outside Family Video, mid-argument with Dustin insisting Suzie (of all people) isn't real.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“I do so have a girlfriend!” Dustin argues, jumping forward from his seat and jostling Steve's headrest.

He attempts to swat him away, but the kid just scoots to the middle of the backseat. Despite the fidgeting, he's being surprisingly neutral about the accusation (meaning he isn’t screeching back insults). Anyway, Steve's pissed enough on his behalf. And also ever-so-slightly annoyed that he's in love with an idiot.

How has Dustin not forced Eddie to talk with her on the phone? Jeez, the number of times he's shoved the phone in Steve's face while he has been at the Hendersons while Claudia yells about call charges to Utah. And the sheer amount of time Dustin actually spends talking about Suzie surely makes it impossible for it to be an elaborate lie. The kid is smart. But not that smart.

“Eddie...” Steve finally musters, even though he stops there.

He pinches his nose, certain that mere exposure to this argument is going to permanently rot his brain. And everyone thinks he's a dumbass of the group.

He shakes his head and looks at the store. Squinting, he can see Keith arguing with Robin as they both flail about with VHSs in their hands. He wishes he was in there, refereeing their pretentious movie snobbery as they argue about boring black-and-white movies from a hundred years ago. That would be easy.

“Still don't think Suze is real, dude,” Eddie shrugs and cracks his knuckles, seemingly to punctuate his argument.

“So you think I'm as pathetic as Jan Brady?” Dustin seethes, his voice up-ticking at every word until he's doing that annoying shrill-talking that makes Steve's ears bleed. “Eventing George Fucking Glass out of thin air to save the embarrassment of being single?”

“Stop swearing, dude!” Steve chastises, holding out a frustrated hand in Dustin's direction in hopes of getting him to exercise some volume control. They are in the confines of a car for Christ's sake.

“That's it,” Dustin says, abruptly opening the car door as he gathers up his backpack. “We're going to Cerebro.”

He opens the passenger door and begins tugging on Eddie's sleeve, eliciting incoherent grumbles.

“Cerebro, what? No! Just call her!” Steve yells across his boyfriend, who just yanks his sleeve back from kid's grip.

“No!” Dustin insists, going for Eddie's wrist now.

“What the fuck is Cerebro?” Eddie scoffs, extending an arm to block their young friend from laying another hand on him. “What, are you secretly Professor X, or something?”

The shit-eating smirk Eddie makes is enough for Steve to remove his keys from the ignition and exit the car, resigning himself to walking all the way to fucking Cerebro because Eddie has gone from being a total dumbass to a full-blown jerk in one fell swoop. He waves his hand to beckon Eddie out of the car, fully intending on leaving it parked outside Family Video (which will probably draw questions from Robin, who’ll act like Steve’s missing). But putting his boyfriend in his place is the priority right now.

“Where are we going?” Eddie asks, confused but never the less stepping out of the Beemer and slamming the door.

“Highest point in Hawkins,” Steve grumbles. “Come on pea-brain.”

“You mean Weathertop? That’s halfway across town from here!” Eddie complains as they both begin to follow along as Dustin rushes off far ahead of them.

Before Steve knows it, they are on their way up the hill towards Cerebro, the highest and clearest point in Hawkins. They are all breathless, both unprepared for the walk and exhausted with sheer annoyance at each other after the near-wordless trek, speaking only to bicker about the quickest route to Weathertop.

“Steve?” Eddie says, sickly sweet as he turns around and extends theatrically limp arms with a pout. “Can you carry me?”

Dustin is far enough away to not hear them, already at the top of hill examining his communication device.

“Nope,” Steve replies, smacking his lips at the ‘P’ and placing his hands on his hips. 

The gesture seems to make Eddie chuckle, so he shoots him a glare that promptly shuts him up as he walks straight past him, intentionally bumping into him on the way.

“Stevie,” Eddie repeats, this time cooing, somehow sounding both flirtatious and apologetic.

“I’m annoyed with you,” he shoots back and slows his pace.

He stops, folds his arms and turns to Eddie who looks like a puppy that just got kicked. But it's still likely a part of Eddie's sucking-up-without-actually-apologising routine. Steve narrows his eyes and pouts. That does the trick. Eddie creeps forward, looks around presumably to make sure Dustin isn't watching and snakes an arm around his middle.

“I didn’t think it would go this far!” he laughs, brushing a hand through Steve's hair. “Sorry I ruined our date night, sugarplum.”

“You hurt his feelings,” he retorts, suppressing a satisfied hum at the feeling of Eddie's hand in his hair.

“Serves him right for being an annoying twerp,” Eddie offers, raising an eyebrow. “Besides, can he stop asking me if I have a girlfriend! Of course, I do!”

He thrusts his hips forward but Steve recoils (even if he feels his cheeks burn).

“Not funny, dude.”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to dramatically pout. He’s even worse than Steve suspects he looks. He steps back and begins twisting his hair up in a makeshift ponytail with his hand, puffing out a breath. Steve wordlessly reaches into his back pocket and produces the communal scrunchie - a forest green one that satisfies Max, El, Robin and Eddie whenever necessary. Eddie takes it and chews at his bottom lip as he ties his hair up, avoiding eye contact.

He always looks so pretty with his hair up. Steve shakes his head and continues up the hill.

“Hey, Henderson,” Eddie calls, staggering up the last of the incline. He pats Dustin on the shoulder. “Dude, I’m sorry.”

Dustin looks between them for a moment. His eyes narrow before he snaps back to the task at hand.

“Nope. Steve told you to apologise, I can tell.”

“Jesus Christ!” Steve laments, slumping down onto the grass and hanging his head in his hands.

Forget a date night. This stupidity is just going to ping-pong back and forward until they wither away on Weathertop and Robin will have to send out a recovery operation. There’s a thud and he turns to find Dustin sitting in defeat on the ground, radio in his hand.

“It isn’t working,” he says, more confused than disappointed.

Steve looks up at Eddie and they have a silent back and forward before Eddie rolls his eyes and couches down.

“I’m sorry, Dustin,” he says earnestly.

Dustin shrugs.

“I just wanted you to talk to Suzie.”

“We can go to my house and you can call her,” Steve suggests, chastising himself for not offering a solution that didn’t involve walking halfway across town sooner.

“Don’t worry about it. You two can go on your date, or whatever,” Dustin says nonchalantly as he lowers his contraption to the ground.

Eddie makes some kind of incoherent gargle of words before standing up and turning away.

“What?” Steve shrieks, digging his fingers into the grass.

Their young friend sighs as he looks out over their surroundings. The sun is setting now.

“I know the two of you are dating," Dustin explains as if it's something they should know. “Have for months actually.”

He stands and begins separating pieces of Cerebro according to size like he hasn't just delivered an earth-shattering revelation.

“Shit,” is all Eddie says, continuing to be so very helpful. He twists at a loose strand of hair with one hand and reaches for a cigarette with the other.

“You two aren’t subtle at all. Pretty gross and obvious, really,” Dustin chuckles before his face drops. “I mean, it isn’t gross that you are two dudes just… Lovey-dovey gross stuff.”

Steve barks a laugh. He’s one to talk.

“You could have told me!” he continues, sounding a little hurt. “Oh and everybody else knows too.”

“What!” Steve yells and Dustin practically falls to the ground in a fit of laughs.

Eddie starts giggling and Steve looks up. They just shrug at each other, accepting their fate of being annoyed to death by the kids. When he recovers, Dustin sits upright, wiping tears from his eyes as he continues pulling the broken Cerebro apart.

“I must warn you,” he begins, shoving the smaller pieces into his backpack. “The guys have been taking bets about when you two got together and who will crack and blab about it first. Now, I didn’t participate, of course.”

He places a hand on his heart and gives them that condescending look he gets when he is, one hundred percent, in on the stupid shenanigans with the rest of the Loser Squad. He hums and looks around, gradually raising his eyebrows, his cap tipping upwards as he smirks.

“Y’know, this would be a romantic spot…” he starts.

Steve shakes his head, “Nope, no, no, no! Absolutely not.”

He waves his hands around to emphasise his point, but it is lost on Dustin, who only laughs. Great, the little shit wasn’t actually fessing up to show his support, it was merely a means to opening another dimension of teasing. And he wasn't about to enter into receiving relationship advice from the kid either.

He looks to Eddie for some kind of assistance, only to find his (now not-so-secret) boyfriend smiling and twirling a strand of hair across his face, barely shielding his too-cute dimples. Steve can’t help but feel giddy at the idea of coming back here for a quiet picnic.

Dustin groans and promptly shoves the broken-up aerial in Steve’s lap making him jump.

“So, you're okay with me dating Mom?” Eddie says, a wolfish smile creeping across his face.

Okay, the bitchiness and malfunctioning is over. Back to utter stupidity.

“Please! Do not say that!” Dustin shrieks, pinching his nose.

Eddie laughs maniacally in the direction of the sunny heavens for far too long. Steve playfully slaps him on the arm and points to his assigned pile of parts. He needs to help. Especially if he was still wanting to go on the date he had to make up for mildly ruining.

As they make their way back down the hill with Dustin’s invention split between Eddie and Steve, he starts on about what might be wrong with Cerebro. Steve isn’t a scientist by any stretch, but he’s sure it is broken from being left out here during an almost-apocalypse. Eddie juggles around the items in his hands enough to link arms with Steve, leaning in close.

“Wanna come back here for a moonlight picnic?” he offers in a flirtatious version of his Dungeons and Dorks voice that makes Steve shiver.

“M’kay,” he smiles back, cheeks flushing as he manoeuvres to hold his hand.

“Ew!” Dustin chimes, scrunching up his nose for just a moment before he smiles and runs for it down the embankment. “On second thought, I shouldn’t have said anything!”

[braveclementine]

Chapter 12

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

"They're what?" You asked in a deadpanned tone as Clint informed you of the news.

His hands shot up quickly in surrender, "Don't shoot the messenger."

Tony looked just as unhappy as you to find out that Pietro, Jessie, Katherine, Vision, and Wanda were coming by for a visit.

"They told us they were coming back three months after they left." You growled at Clint, even though it wasn't his fault at all. "That was almost five years ago now! Minerva is four and a half for Christs sake!"

"He knows that Y/N." Sam said, wrapping his arms around you in an attempt to soothe you. "We all know that. They know it too."

"Suddenly it's convenient for them to come and pick her up?" You growled.

"They didn't even say they were coming for her." Bucky said. "They said they wanted to visit as they haven't seen us in a while."

"Gosh, I wonder why." Tony rolled his eyes.

"But what do you guys want to do then?" Fury asked, trying to settle everyone down. "Y/N, Minerva isn't our child. She is theirs. Even if they-"

"Left her behind?" You offered. "Abandoned her?"

"-even so, they're still her soulmate parents. She's their soulmate child. We're not." Fury sighed. "They made bad decisions as parents-"

"As human beings." You and Tony interjected together.

"-but it will be a better environment for her with her soulmate parents and that's what we all really want for her." Fury finished.

You had to hand it to him. He was able to stay calm with you and Tony ganging up on him. But then again, Fury was not easily shaken.

"Will it?"

Surprisingly, it was Loki who interjected and everyone looked at him. "I don't think I was better off on Jotun. Obviously, my adopted parents weren't my soulmate parents but they gave me a better life than could be given."

"That's different." Steve said. "Vision, Wanda, and Pietro are not bad parents. They just got side-tracked."

"That's certainly one way of putting it." Tony scoffed. Stephen slipped his hand into his, squeezing it to comfort him. Tony leaned into him.

"How about this." T'Challa said quickly. "We can just watch how they act around Minerva when they're here and then we can see how you guys feel about her going with her parents. But it's not exactly like we can keep her if they want to take her."

He had a point. Even Tony wouldn't win a lawsuit against them if we really took it that far. You chewed on your bottom lip, still feeling put out. It was just wasn't fair to Minerva.

"She deserved better." Was all you said before you started to take hamburger out for dinner.

"I agree. We all agree. Hell, even they agree and that's one of the reasons that they took so long in coming to see us." Fury said. "But we'll deal with it when they get here. One problem at a time Y/N."

You nodded. One problem at a time.

The family meeting soon dispersed and you were left mostly alone in the kitchen to cook dinner.

"Auntie?" Minerva's voice made you jump. You spun around, putting the lid on the hamburger.

"Minerva! Sorry sweetheart, you just scared me a little bit." You said, noting that she was sitting in the corner, looking upset. "What's wrong?"

"Are people coming for me?" She asked.

You cursed mentally. But it was your own fault for being so loud about the conversation. Not to mention she could've walked in at any time. Heck, she could've easily eavesdropped outside the doors.

You sighed, "Come here."

You picked her up, setting her down on the counter next to you so that you could talk to her while you cooked. You told her about her mother's other soulmates and their soulmates. You told her how she had stayed with you guys instead of going with them, but now they might want to take her back with them.

"I don't want to leave." Minerva said, furrowing her brow and looking extremely upset. "I wanna stay here with you Auntie. I wanna stay with Uncle Tony and Stephen. Do I have to leave?"

You wanted to tell her she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do. But you couldn't ignore the laws and you couldn't go to court against them when you already knew you'd lose. Even Tony Stark couldn't buy himself out of this one.

"I don't know sweetheart." You said softly, smoothing her hair back behind her ears. "I just want what's best for you."

"Does Uncle Steve hate me?"

You were completely blindsided. "What?! No he doesn't. Where in the world did you get that?"

"He wants me to leave. So does Uncle Fury." Minerva stated simply.

You sighed. "It's not that they don't love you, Minerva. They love you very much. You're their niece after all. Family always loves family, unconditionally. Your Uncle Thor has put up with Uncle Loki for over a thousand years. And they love each other a lot. But they also want what is best for you. And to them, they think being with your soulmate parents will be better for you than here with us. Doesn't mean that they hate you, not at all sweetheart."

Minerva still looked rather upset and you took her down off the counter. "How about you put on your apron and you help me cook dinner, hmm?"

Her face brightened especially. Ever since Bucky had told her that her mother loved cooking, she was always in the kitchen. Tony had bought her a little apron and chefs hat with her name embordered on it, and she loved it.

She quickly put on the white apron with ocean waves on it and beamed up at you. Your heart melted.

"Grab a can of greenbeans from the cupboard, and fresh corn from the refrigerator." You said.

She scampered off to do those jobs and when she came back with them, you showed her how to open the greenbeans with a can opener. Then you showed her how you cooked the corn: filling a large pan with water, putting the corn into it, and putting it on high until it started to boil.

The two of you also made biscuits to put into the oven, while you also showed her how to make mashed potatoes and gravy.

The hamburgers were almost done and you let her grab a stool so that she could lay slices of cheese over the tops of the meat to make cheeseburgers.

"Hey, need any help?" Steve's voice entered the kitchen. He smiled at Minerva. "Hey Minnie, helping Auntie out?"

"Yep!" Minerva said enthusiastically and you breathed out a small sigh of relief that she wasn't harboring any bad feelings towards him. "We made cheeseburgers!"

She hopped down from the stool to hit the hand that Steve held up for her.

"Can you set the table?" You asked softly in undertone. "The two of us will bring the food out."

"Sure thing." Steve smiled back, pecking you on the lips.

You smiled. Minerva helped you put half of the cheeseburgers into hamburger buns, while the others went bare (for those who didn't like bread), and were stacked like a pyramid.

"Here, we're gonna make something special for Uncle Tony, okay?" You asked Minerva.

"Okay!" She said.

You had her make the whole thing. Putting the cheeseburger on a bun with pickles, lettuce, onion rings, and tomato. She put it on a plate and then carried it outside to where you guys were eating.

You watched through the window as she held it up to him. He smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head. You smiled.

They were all right. It was going to be okay, one way or another.

***

Unable to sleep, you were sitting outside on one of the pool chairs, staring up at the sky. It was one of those melancholy nights where you could forget about Rhodey, Elizabeth, Hogun, and your father.

You had a deep pit in your stomach, like today was marking the bad day of something, but couldn't remember what. But it was probably just the nerves of Pietro and the others showing up and stealing Minerva away from you.

Not that she was yours to steal away in the first place.

Elizabeth probably wanted her daughter with her soulmates anyways. And Rhodey's sense of sensibility was telling you that you should let her go.

The chair dipped behind you, two arms pulling you to his chest. Your head bumped the arc reactor as you settled into his arms but you didn't care, didn't move.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I feel like I'm missing some sort of. . . something." You finished lamely. "Like today I should be mourning something, but I can't figure out what it was."

"Ah, probably because today is the anniversary of when we killed Thanos." Tony sighed. "Some of us definitely almost died that day. But we got lucky."

"Is it true that Steve almost went back in the past?" You asked.

"Yeah, he asked Bucky and Sam to go back with him." Tony nodded. "He wanted them to go back and spend it with Peggy. But Bucky and Sam said they couldn't change anything by going back to the past. I guess his love for those two outweighed his love for Peggy. Or maybe he just didn't want to hurt them. Either way, I know he doesn't regret not going back. He really loves you and he's glad he has you."

You smiled, turning to hug Tony. "I'm glad you didn't die."

Tony chuckled. "How could I have died? I am Iron Man."

You giggled. "Come on Iron Man. Let's go to bed."

Chapter Dedicated to Tony Stark. Anniversary of giving the Marvel fans his love from 1970-2023:

[vyncentevelyn]

Steve groans but manages to pull his bottom lip into his mouth to stop the sound. The air feels slightly too warm. The scent of hay, long forgotten urine, cleaner, and musky cedar fills the space. He almost says something about leaving but then he sees Robin’s face.

If it was anyone but Robin, he would probably insist on leaving despite her face. But it is Robin. And Robin is the very soul which hung the stars in the sky.

Her deep blue eyes are open to their fullest extent as she stares through the bars at some sort of parrot. It looks back at her with mild interest for a second before it hops from its perch to its food bowl. It digs through the contents of the bowl with its beak, picking up something and returns its eyes to Robin as it eats.

Steve looks over his shoulder. Eddie is following just a step behind. He looks nervous, unsure, but he gives Steve a tiny smile while his eyes dart around the pet store.

“Steve.” Robin says, dragging his attention away from Eddie.

Steve walks up to Robin, she grabs ahold of his forearm and pulls him closer to the bird cage. Robin has a death grip on his bicep, but Steve doesn’t mind, he leans into her as he bends at the waist to look at the bird the way he knows Robin is asking him to by the grip on his arm. They stare at the little bird inside. It looks between them, eating a sunflower seed. Its yellow and green feathers stand up a little as it registers all the attention it’s receiving.

“Isn’t it the prettiest little bird?” Robin asks, her voice soft.

“No.” Steve says.

Robin stands up straight, pulling Steve back up with her. Her brows knit together, “How can you even say that?”

Steve smiles, pushes the hair behind Robin’s ear, “You are the prettiest bird.”

Robin rolls her eyes, giggles. She pushes his shoulder slightly with her free hand, “You are disgusting.”

“Now come on. That was smooth. If you weren’t you, you would have fallen for that right?” Steve asks.

“I mean, it wasn’t your worst.” Robin sighs before muttering, “Dingus.”

Steve’s smile stretches the full length of his face, “I’m going to take that as a win.”

Robin shoots him a look as if to say:  Don’t push it.

Steve lets out a chuckle before asking, “Hey, where did Eddie go?”

He scans the store but cannot find the wild mane of curls. Robin looks too before shrugging and turning back to the little bird.

“I’m going to go find him.” Steve says. “Will you wait here?”

Robin looks at him, her voice flat. “Steve, we are in a pet store. I cannot promise where I will be. All I know is you will have to drag me out of here when we have to leave.”

“Great.” Steve sighs, leaving Robin with the bird.

He makes his way through isles of dog food, toys, cages for small animals, and finally finds himself on the other side of the store. Steve notices the hair first. Brown, curls cascading in sharp layers down his back and onto the red and black flannel Eddie insisted on wearing even though the summer is still in full swing.

Steve walks up beside him, looking into the glass enclosure Eddie is staring at. Inside is a tiny creature. It is almost completely white except for its tail which looks like someone dipped it in ink. It looks at Steve for a second, black eyes so serious for such a tiny creature. Then it looks back at Eddie.

“She’s amazing.” Eddie finally says.

“What is she?” Steve asks looking at Eddie.

Eddie turns his deep, brown eyes to Steve. His eyes are captivating – like looking off the side of a cliff, the view absolutely stunning, but one wrong move will have you plummeting to your death. And like always, the air gets a little harder to breathe. Steve takes in a sharp breath, trying to ignore the way Eddie’s lips twitch at the sound. For Christ’s sake Harrington, you are in a fucking pet store.

The thought does nothing but conjure images of Eddie placing a spiked dog collar around Steve’s throat…

Steve shakes his head, feels the heat touch his ears. He gestures back to the white creature watching them through the glass. “So, what is she?”

Eddie says nothing about the blush which must be visible. He smirks, “She’s a ferret.”

“A ferret, huh?” Steve says looking back at the dark eyes watching them behind the glass.

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted one.”

Steve can tell he is trying to keep his tone normal but the longing seeps into the word always despite Eddie’s trying.

Steve looks at Eddie staring at the ferret, and he can feel his heart break in the if-Eddie-has-to-leave-this-ferret-behind-I-will-be devastated kind of way.

“Oh yeah?” Steve says trying to keep his tone level.

“Yeah. I just…well you know. Never could have a pet. Not because Wayne didn’t want me to have one, he offered so many times. I just knew we couldn’t afford it.” Eddie explains.

Steve’s heart aches more.

“What would you name her?” Steve asks instead of commenting on the tiny insight Eddie revealed.

Eddie looks back at Steve. He grips a curl and pulls it in front of his mouth, his eyes lighting up at the question. “Well. She looks right into you. Like she can see into your soul.”

Steve nods as he holds eye contact with the little creature, “That’s true.”

“So, I think Oracle would be a good fit.” Eddie says.

“Oracle.” Steve echoes. He nods again, “Yeah, that’s a good fit for her.”

Steve turns to Eddie and smiles. Eddie tilts his head, his face asking the question before his mouth can catch up. Steve gestures to the isles behind them, “Go pick out the supplies, we can’t leave here without the best for her.”

And the look on Eddie’s face is everything. His eyes sparkle and he rocks between his toes and heels, he shakes his head sending curls flying. He bites at the curl still wrapped around his finger, his voice only slightly garbled from the hair, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve says as if the action kills him, but he knows the smile on his face betrays him.

“I could kiss you right now.” Eddie says leaning into Steve’s space.

Steve looks at Eddie’s lips, “Later Munson. Now go pick out the shit we need.”

Steve rejoins Robin and Eddie at the register. A pile of supplies sits in a cart while Oracle is cradled like she is the most precious child in Eddie’s arms. He is beaming at Steve when he walks up to the register. Robin is looking at the ferret, explaining all the ways the little creature is going to be loved.

“This everything?” Steve asks.

“Everything,” Eddie says, “and you are like completely sure about this?”

“Yeah, it will be nice to have a little friend at the house.” Steve smiles.

It is then that Eddie catches what Steve carried back to the register. His eyebrows raise in surprise but the smirk on his lips tells Steve he understands instantly.

Steve quickly looks away from Eddie and places the spiked dog collar on the counter for the clerk to ring up with the rest of the items. The clerk blows a bubble with her gum but says nothing to the completely strange addition to the ferret supplies. He only hopes Robin didn’t notice the addition.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Most Likely (high school reunion Stucky fic)

Seventeen:

Getting home had been more difficult than Bucky would've originally assumed. Not only because of his hangover, but because he didn't want to leave Steve. Sure, the blond claimed that they'd see each other tonight, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't miss him throughout the rest of the day.

As soon as he entered his house, he was greeted with the deep, guttural yowl from Nemo. He knew that the old, overweight, orange tabby had been fed already thanks to his oldest nephew, Felix. But Nemo was needy, so Bucky bent over to give the cat a scratch between his –

"Where the fuck have you been?"

Jumping nearly out of his skin, Bucky whipped around to find his twin entering the kitchen. Placing his hand on his chest in an attempt to slow his rapidly beating heart, he chastised, "Jesus, Becks, ya tryin' to give me a heart attack?"

"Where the fuck have you been?" Becca repeated, really enunciating. Arms crossed along her chest and giving him the same look that their mom would give them.

Brows furrowing, he reminded, "I'm an adult? We're adults. I didn't think I had a curfew."

"Right, you're an adult," Becca agreed, nodding. But she wasn't done. Oh, no, far from it. "You're an adult who got completely blasted. So bad, in fact, that Dum Dum basically carried you outside so you could wait for the Uber we called for you. Only, you weren't there! The Uber driver messaged me saying that you weren't outside!

"Do you know how worried sick I've been? You were just gone! For all I knew, you could've been abducted by Jeffrey Dahmer 2.0! Or you could've tried to walk home and gotten hit and were lying in some ditch on the side of the road. For fuck's sake, for an adult, you sure are acting like a teenager!"

Knowing that she wasn't done, Bucky took a seat at the breakfast table. He was hungover, after all.

"And more than that, your phone has been going straight to voicemail all night! I mean, how many times do you need to be told to bring a charger before it gets through that thick skull of yours? Even Nat was trying to track you down! That's how worried you had all of us!

"So, where the fuck were you?"

Rubbing at his temples in hopes that his headache will die down, Bucky said, "I'm sorry, okay? I'm here now, and I'd really like to take some Aleve and get a few more hours of sleep before the dinner tonight."

For a moment, she just watched him before she took a seat across from him. Sighing, she explained, "I was just worried. You're my baby brother –"

"By two minutes –"

"– you're my responsibility."

"Let's not go overboard," Bucky rolled his eyes.

Becca giggled, then full on laughed. Quirking an eyebrow, Bucky looked up at her. She – poorly – attempted to muffle her laughter, "You still have to deal with Nat."

"Christ," Bucky sighed, putting his face in his hands.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he crossed over to the charger and plugged his phone in. While he waited for it to come back on, he opened the cabinet to get the bottle of Aleve.

"You didn't impregnate someone, did you?"

Choking on the water that was supposed to help him swallow the pills, Bucky glared at his twin. Not only for causing him to choke, but for implying that he would be so careless. After all, he learned his lesson at eighteen.

"It's not too late to be an only child," Bucky told her.

In reply, she rolled her eyes and stood from the table. Crossing the kitchen, she reached for the coffee maker, getting it started. And really, how mad could he be with her. She was his first best friend. She was also his first nemesis. But he wouldn't change it for anything.

Of course, they were still siblings. After the pot of Jamaican coffee had brewed and cooled just enough for Becca not to burn her tongue on the beverage, Bucky admitted, "I was with Steve."

He only felt a little bad for how the liquid sprayed out of her nose. Only a little.

"Fuck," Becca complained as she grabbed a stack of napkins to clean up her mess. Crumpling a few of the napkins so she could throw them at Bucky.

Still glaring, Becca asked, "Steve as in Steve Rogers? As in, 'Your Stevie?'"

Feeling his face warm, he directed his gaze to Nemo as the cat rubbed along his legs. Confirming, "Do you know another?"

"How'd you find him?"

"At the reunion."

When his sister was silent, Bucky looked up to see that her brows were set in a heavy furrow. "When? I didn't see him?"

"He was there for a little bit." Before I upset him.

"So, how'd you end up back with him?"

His face grew hot again and he averted his gaze once more. To the table this time. "Apparently, in my drunken state, I wandered through the halls yelling for him."

"Did you fuck?"

"Jesus fucking Christ," Bucky rubbed at his temples again. "Not that it's any of your business, but no, we didn't fuck."

"All I know is that you had the biggest crush –"

"No, I didn't," Bucky protested, lying through his teeth. Knowing that Becca knew that too.

"– you had the biggest crush," Becca repeated. "Everyone knew it. It was so obvious. And we were all waiting for you to get your head out of your ass and make a move."

"God, I wish that I was an only –"

Vzzt. Vzzzzt. Vzzt.

Hearing his phone vibrate on the counter, Bucky stood from the table to retrieve it. There, he saw numerous text messages. Starting last night and continuing until that very minute. Most of them were from Becca. Ranging from concerned to threatening. Some from Natasha. But he was most curious about the ones from the unknown number.

A date!

With Steve!

No one could wipe the grin off his face. Not even Becca when she started teasing him for acting like a high schooler all over again. Instead of arguing though, he let Becca see herself out while he ran upstairs to take a quick shower.

A date!

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me - Chapter 5: One Last Goodbye

Chapter 5 | Series Masterlist

1.6k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, mention of bodily harm, hurt/comfort

"Well I look fucking ridiculous. Do we really think this is going to work?" Eddie has his hair tucked up into a snug fitting beanie borrowed from Robin. He's also wearing Steve's sunglasses and has a blanket from Dustin's house wrapped around him  tucked up to his chin. Nancy and Steve share a look of 'maybe not' over the top of Eddie's head. The door opens and Hopper slinks in sighing heavily at the sight of Eddie in the wheelchair,

"What the hell's all this? Are we trying to advertise that this man is a wanted criminal that we're sneaking out of the hospital?"

He leans down and plucks the glasses off of Eddie's face, handing them back to Steve.

"Unnecessary. The hat is fine. The blanket? It looks ridiculous." The blanket is taken off Eddie and thrown to Dustin. 

"Steve, jacket." Steve hands over the jacket with no protest, Eddie peers around Hopper and locks eyes with Steve,

"I'm holding this to ransom until I get my vest back."

"There. Much less ridiculous. Keep your hands covered." Hopper gestures to the bruises on Eddie's wrist from the cuffs he had only recently unlocked. Eddie nods and tucks his arms into the jacket.

"Ready? Okay. Nancy, you're wheeling him out, let's go. Everyone else follows one by one and for Christ's sake don't draw attention to us." Hopper steps out of the roof after Nancy, gesturing for everyone else to exit while he trails behind. Dustin and Steve opt for the stairs so not everyone has to climb into an elevator. 

Somehow the group reassembles in the car park at Steve’s car, bundling Eddie into the back while Dustin tries to tuck the blanket around him as surreptitiously as possible. Hopper gets into his own car, Robin goes with Nancy leaving Dustin, Steve and Eddie together with one destination in mind, Hopper's cabin. 

When the car stops for the final time Eddie is a little shocked, he can't believe the plan has worked to this point. 

Over the next few days Eddie stays in the cabin, sequestered with Hopper and "the girl with magical powers" who he was convinced Steve had been lying about. Hopper keeps in touch with a contact who has eyes on the investigation, and finally, Steve's house is given the all clear. 

You had taken your mother's advice and arranged to see friends, to spend time with people your own age. After a glance in the mirror at your choice of clothes you opt for an oversized sweatshirt, your bump is definitely small enough that it would probably go unnoticed, especially to these girls who hadn't seen you in about six weeks, but you were keen to avoid addressing that aspect of your life with them today.

You arrive at the cafe and as you sit down with them it strikes you that your friendship with these girls feels like it happened in another lifetime. It could be the grief that's changed you, or impending motherhood, but you really, truly, do not care about Andy's new car. You muddle through the conversation, faking your enthusiasm as best you can. 

"Did you know they recovered Jason's body from the Creel house wreckage?" Now this does pique your interest and you look at Louise, the source of this information,

"Apparently it was all kinds of fucked up, they think someone mutilated his body.” 

“But who would have done that to poor Jason?” Jessica seems just as intrigued as you do by this news, obviously Jason’s family weren’t going to be advertising this kind of grisly news.

“I mean it's obvious isn’t it?” This might be your cue to leave the table, you have a suspicion about the next words which will leave Louise’s mouth, Jessica though seems clueless and stares blankly.

“It was obviously that freak Munson. I mean, shit, everyone knows he and Chrissy must have been sleeping together, she tried to end things and that's why he killed her and then Jason. Oh my gosh have you guys seen his creepy uncle? He was always putting up those posters around town? Gross.” You flinch, suddenly hot with rage, feeling akin to a tank of gasoline and Louise has just dropped a match into you. You exhale through your nose once, forcefully, before standing up wordlessly, wrapping your hand into Louise’s ponytail and slamming her head into the table.

“He was fucking a cheerleader, wasn’t Chrissy though.” You give her a mean sneer as her head comes up, nose bloodied. 

You’ve made a scene. That much is clear. Jessica’s eyes are flitting between you and Louise who is cupping her nose as blood spews out, as are most of the other patrons in the cafe.

“Okay then, well this was very illuminating. I’ve got to dash.” Your voice is sickly sweet and insincere,

“Fucking freak.” 

You don’t even respond to this, just leave the cafe, get into your car and head out to spend time with someone you actually want to see.

Wayne eyes your blotchy face suspiciously, you had managed to wipe up the tears before you arrived but you’d be lying if you said the way your former friends had spoken about Eddie hadn’t bothered you.

“Everything okay kid?” Wayne hands you a glass of water. You nod,

“Peachy.” Your voice wobbles as you speak, giving you away immediately.

“Why don’t I believe that?” 

“People suck.” You offer up as an explanation, Wayne laughs quietly,

“That they do. I’m guessing this is something to do with Eddie? Someone say something?” 

You place the glass down on the coffee table with trembling hands,

“I - I met up with some girlfriends today and, shit, the things they said about Eddie. And then I was thinking it wasn’t so long ago that I probably would have joined in with the things they were saying.” Wayne gives you a small, sad, smile and pats your back,

“Look, anyone below the age of 25 is stupid. Eddie was stupid, you’re stupid.” You give a choked laugh, “What matters, what really matters is that when my boy died, he knew how much you loved him. Nothing you did before that would have mattered to him.”

“He didn’t know.” Your words are broken by sudden, wracking sobs that hurt your chest, “I - I never told him and now it's too late.”

“You think he needed to hear the words to know? Look, I never wanted to third wheel the two of you but the times I was forced against my will to do so I could see it, on both of your faces. Believe me, he knew.”

Dustin squints at the name on the envelope Eddie has just handed him,

“And you’re asking me to do this, why?”

“Because I can’t. Please, I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t urgent.”

“Eddie I really don’t think a letter is the way you should handle this.” Dustin’s protests are 50% based on his belief that Eddie shouldn’t be informing his girlfriend that he’s alive but running away via a letter and 50% out of fear that he’ll put the envelope through your door and you’ll see him and yell at him.

“Please.”

Dustin sighs, and nods, tucking the letter in his pocket and heading up the stairs from Steve’s basement, asking Steve for a ride and giving him the address from the envelope Eddie had handed him.

“Why are we going there? That’s-” Steve cuts himself off before he can incriminate himself. 

Dustin shrugs, “Eddie needs a favour, needs me to deliver a letter to someone.”

“O…kay.”

The frown doesn’t leave Steve’s face the entire journey, if he’s driving Dustin to your house for the reason he thinks he is, he is honestly stunned.

You’re taking the trash out when you see Steve’s BMW pull up on your driveway, you spy Eddie’s friend Dustin in the passenger seat who blanches when you make eye contact with him. You see the boy steel himself and step out of the car. He approaches you slowly, like the way someone would approach an aggressive dog, before handing you a letter with a shaky hand,

“The hell’s this?” You rip the envelope open, holding up a hand to indicate to Dustin to wait. 

You feel sick the second you recognise the thick messy scrawl on the paper. You presume this is some kind of dying wish note until the words actually register in your brain. What the fuck?! You look up at Dustin,

“Is this a fucking joke?” Dustin shakes his head, too scared of you to lie.

“Dustin. Where. The. Fuck. Is. Eddie?” You catch Dustin eyes flick to Steve in the BMW who gives you an uncomfortable raise-of-hand half wave. 

“Is he at Steve’s house?”

“No?” You narrow your eyes and Dustin immediately caves, “Yes, okay yes! He just asked me to give this to you before he left. I don’t know anything else!”

“Wait here. Don’t move.” You run into the house, scrawling a quick message for your parents on the notepad by the phone in the hall,

Seeing friends. Back late. Don’t wait up.

You grab your bag from your bedroom, before you head out of the door you think to scoop up the envelope containing your sonograms from your desk, your head is swimming right now and you’re not even sure if this is some kind of cruel elaborate prank, or if this is real, are you really about to reunite with Eddie and drop the baby bombshell immediately? You’re also not sure as to whether you’re going to kill or kiss him when you do finally see him, if you see him.

You lock the door, grab Dustin by his hoodie and drag him over to Steve’s car, plonking yourself in the backseat.

“Okay, guessing we’re going back to my place?” Steve starts the car

“No shit.” Dustin pipes up, sneaking glances at you in his wing mirror.

author's note: if you all behave yourselves I might be convinced to post Chapter 6 on Sunday 😉

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[tbmunson]

Sugar & Sweets - Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader.

(not my gif but please look at him just in love with this Dr. Pepper)

Summary: You got kicked out of school in Arizona for fighting and got shipped to Hawkins to love with your aunt. You and Gareth quickly get along.

Warnings: Fluff, name calling, violence, reader being a bitch but like in a good way..? idk I think that's it.

WC: 1800ish

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New school new you right? Kind of. You weren't going to be a new you, just you without the reminder of the girl you used to be in Arizona. Not a cheerleader. Not a popular girl. Not someone looking to be 'something that she is not', as Kylie, your ex best friend and head cheerleader put it.

'Honey, you're a cheerleader. You like Blondie, and Madonna, and fucking Tom Cruise for Christ sake. You don't wear black. You don't wear leather. And you do not listen to metal.' She glared at you, crossing one leg over the other before applying a clear lip gloss in her compact mirror.

You'd taken her abuse for years and couldn't take another second of it. 'You do not tell me what to fucking like.' You answered, standing, and punching her as hard as you could.

Needless to say you were expelled, accused of devil worship because, come on, everyone's in the satanic panic, and shipped up north to live with your aunt.

Living with your aunt was actually a dream because she loved you, loved everything about you, even loved the purple you'd put into your hair with a 2 cent kool-aid packet. Had you known this was what your life would be, you'd have punched Kylie years earlier.

"Honey, are you nervous?" Your aunt asked as she pulled into the drop off line at school.

You shook your head and smiled. "I thought I would be, but I don't have to pretend anymore. I can be me. I even brought my lucky D20." You replied, pulling the die from your front flannel pocket.

"Good, baby. Make some friends. There are some good kids around here." She said as you reached for the handle.

"See you this afternoon!" You called, waving her off and heading towards the door. You noticed the people looking at you and whispering. You couldn't bring yourself to care. You were finally you.

Once you had your schedule you made way to your first period class.

"Class, we have a new student with us today. Would you like to introduce yourself?" The teacher, Mr. Stevens, asked.

"I'm Y/M L/N, and I transferred from Arizona." You smiled, attempting to leave out the reason for the sudden move.

"Oh? Why did you leave Arizona?"

You looked down at the ground, smiling and trying to hide the laugh. "Uh, you know. I don't think I should share that with the class. It should be on record." You said, tucking your thumbs into belt loops of your ripped black before looking back him and raising your eyebrows.

"Oh." He looked down at the file and raised his own eyebrows before nodding. "Oh, okay. Yeah. Why don't you have a seat next to... Mr. Emerson. He could use a lab partner. Gareth, raise your hand."

And he did. An adorable boy with fluffy dirty blonde hair raised his hand so you could find your way to him.

"I bet he's real excited we got a freakette. Him and the other nerds are gonna have a field day." A blond in a letterman jacket mumbled not so quietly as you walked past.

You scoffed in his direction an rolled your eyes before taking a seat next to the boy with the cut off flannel and pretty eyes.

He gave you a quick smile and then looked down at his hands, tapping them on the desk.

You pulled out your notebook, flipping to an empty page and wrote:

Hi - freakette (apparently) :)

Hey - freak/nerd (:

Do they really call you that?

Mhm. Just every day... Why did you get kicked out of AZ?

They're douche fucks. I got kicked out because I punched the head cheerleader in the face.

No shit?

No shit. I was on the team and she told me what I could and couldn't like. Turns out I didn't like her that much.

By now I'd taken my D20 out to roll around in my fingers as Mr. Steves started class.

D&D?

On occasion.

I got some friends.

Nerd squad?

Yep.

Cool. Can't wait to meet them. :)

Meet me by the bathrooms before lunch. I'll introduce them.

Only you didn't have to meet Gareth at the bathrooms because you shared the same fourth period class. As soon as the bell rang he was up and at your chair waiting on you.

"Ready?" He asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Yeah, lets go." You smiled following him out of the room. The hallways were busier than you were used to and you instinctively grabbed his arm. "Sorry, crowds freak me out. Got lost in a mall once." You chuckled bringing yourself closer to him as not to lose him.

"No, you're okay. Here." He removed his hand from his pocket and laced his fingers with yours.

You smiled at him as both of your cheeks tinted pink at the contact.

"I should warn you. Eddie... He's a bit theatrical. You get used to it." Gareth chuckled, stepping into the cafeteria.

"Holding hands. Someone plan the wedding."

You looked up to see the owner of the voice was the same guy from your first period. "What's douche fuck's name?" You asked as Gareth lead you to the lunch line.

"That is Jason Carver. Captain of the basketball team. Grade A, well, douche fuck." Gareth smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently as he said the name you'd given Jason.

You nodded, watching him sling his arm over a pretty cheerleader. Naturally. "How predictable could you get. Sheesh." Gareth chuckled, releasing your hand to grab a tray. You followed behind him like a lost puppy.

The table he walked up had three guys already sitting there, one at the head, two on the left.

"Boys, this is Y/N. It's her first day and she already hates Jason." Gareth stated, bringing the attention to you both.

"Well, well. Usually I find all of the lost sheep but I'll give this one one to you Gareth the Great." The head of the table, a man with long almost black curly hair said, clapping the boy on the back as we sat. "I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson." He reached his hand over to me, which I took.

"Y/N L/N." You replied, smiling at him.

"Wait til you hear why she moved." Gareth smirked, resting his hand on my jean covered knee and giving it a squeeze.

Eddie's eyebrows raised, disappearing behind his bangs. "Pray tell."

You told the story, in detail this time since it wasn't a quick scribbled note being passed back and forth.

"You are amazing. I vote Jason be next on the punching list." Jeff said, stifling his laugh.

"If he doesn't shut up, he will be." You said, popping a fry into your mouth.

Eddie smirked at you, nodded in acceptance. "Do you play?" He asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

"I'm assuming you mean the satanic game of Dungeons and Dragons, to which I would have to inform you that... I absolutely do."

Gareth couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were the coolest girl he'd ever met and he was down bad for you already.

"Welcome to Hellfire." Eddie said, nodding in contentment.

Gareth again squeezed your thigh, letting you know he was still there.

You placed your hand on his, letting him know you hadn't forgotten about him. "When do we play?"

"Friday's. I can take you home after. It can get pretty late." Gareth said, rubbing his thumb in small circles on your thigh.

You blushed lightly and nodded. "That'd be great, Gare."

Lunch went by as you got to know your new friends and before you knew it Gareth was walking you to your fifth period class.

"See you in seventh?"

You nodded, squeezing his hand before letting go and walking into class.

Of course, Jason Carver sat at the front and watched the whole exchange. He stopped you as you walked in, sticking his arm out. "You know, you could actually be hot if you'd hang out with the right people. Just saying."

"You know, you're the last person I want to hang out with. Just saying." You pushed his arm down and walked by him to the back of the class, taking an empty seat.

"I wasn't done talking to you, freakette." He stood and turned to look at you, along with the whole class.

You chuckled and nodded, leaning back in your seat. "Oh yeah, you're done." You flicked your pencil back and forth, looking him up and down, waiting for him to make a move.

"You gonna stop me?" He challenged, puffing his chest out.

You ran your tongue over your teeth and shrugged. "Probably not. Don't wanna get kicked out of another school."

"Yeah, speaking of. How did you get kicked out of the last one? Worshipping the devil?"

You scoffed, sitting up in your chair to rest your elbows on the table top. "A bitch got in my face and I fractured her cheekbone."

Jason laughed under his breath. "Too bad for you. I'm not a little bitch."

You smirked, raising your eyebrows at him. "No, you're just little, huh? That's why you compensate with the big talk, am I right?" The bitchy attitude is one of the few things you're glad you'd learned from being a cheerleader.

His face turned incredibly red as the final bell rang and the teacher walked back in. "Mr. Carver, please take a seat. Class is starting."

You saluted him, turning it into the bird as your fingers left your forehead.

He sneered at you, but you didn't react. He settled into his seat and class started.

This class and your next drug by incredibly slow. Study hall with Gareth was seventh period and you couldn't wait.

The bell rang for you to switch classes and on your walk Gareth came up beside you, taking your hand in his.

"So is what the cheerleaders saying true? Did you tell douche fuck he had a small dick?" He was trying so hard to hide the smile on his face as your fingers laced together.

"In less obvious words, yes." You replied, bumping your shoulder into his arm gently.

He laughed, dropping your hand and instead resting his arm over your shoulders. "You're officially the coolest girl I've ever met."

You reached up and gripped his hand before wrapping the one closest to him around his back. "You're officially the first guy to like me for me. Thank you." You smiled feeling his hand squeeze yours as he pushed open the library door with the only free hand between you.

"Anytime, Honey."

You laughed and shook your head. "That's what my aunt calls me."

"How about, Sugar, then?" His face tinted pink again as he watched you think about it.

"I think I like it, Sweets." You beamed as he laughed, nodding in agreement to the nickname.

You and Gareth spent the entire period talking, laughing, and being shushed until the bell rang.

"Let me walk you out, Sugar." He held his hand out for you to take.

You did and giggled as he dramatically brought it to his mouth and kissed your knuckles. "I would love that."

He stood next to you until you saw your aunts car.

"Oh! Before I go." You grabbed your notebook and flipped to the page you and Gareth had passed back and forth that morning. You scribbled your number and a note that said Call me sometime, Sweets <3 Sugar.

You stuck the note on his pocket and gave him a hug. "Thanks for being so awesome." You didn't give him a chance to reply before you ran towards your aunts car and jumped in to happily tell her about your day.

[cain-coven]

don't panic

EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

A short drabble about everyone's favourite metalhead. Send in requests for Eddie or Steve btw my stranger things brainrot is back with full force.

tw: cursing, implied/referenced drug use, st4 spoilers!

not proofread

The last thing that you were expecting to happen this spring break was to become a suspect of one of the most horrid murders in history of Hawkins. Not to mention that your favourite drug dealer also got involved in this mess, and now you had no choice but to hide from the police with none other but Eddie motherfucking Munson.

Seeing Chrissy Cunningham start to float and die in front of your very eyes was definitely not on your spring break bucket list. Smoking weed with Eddie on the other hand, that was more like it. Even though you've promised yourself you would stop visiting his uncle's trailer, that night you've decided to make an exception. Especially with the fact that it was Chrissy who asked you to come with her, being a bit too nervous about going to Eddie's place to do drugs all by herself. You supposed she might've still been scared of him.

After shit hit the fan, you and Eddie made a run for it. Somehow he decided hiding in his old dealer's boathouse was a good idea. Truth be told, it was. You managed to remain hidden in there for a long time, at least until a certain group of friends found you. Good thing they meant no harm, plus they've let you in on a big secret, making the whole situation seem even more insane than it already was.

Now, you were in Rick's kitchen, trying to cook something that you and Eddie of you could eat. It's been a while since you've contacted Dustin and his friends, they seemed to be very busy dealing with this 'Vecna' thing. Your food supply was running out, forcing you to snoop around the cabin, looking for anything edible. Unfortunately, you were the only one putting the effort since Eddie was more interested in something else.

"Leave that bong alone for Christ's sake," your voice rang through the otherwise quiet building, "I could use some help here."

You could see Eddie looking at you from the living room before he got up, knocking something over in the process as he walked towards you. It took him a minute to get to the kitchen, cursing and wincing in pain, before he joined you by the cooker.

"What's the problem?" he asked, nervously fidgeting with his hair.

"There's nothing here to cook this damn soup in," with that, you gestured over the broad collection of pans that were laid out in front of you, but not a single pot in sight, "Where the fuck does this Rick guy keep his pots?"

Eddie shrugged, feeling a bit uneasy because of your harsh tone, "I dunno…"

"What the fuck do you mean you 'dunno'?" You snapped, turning towards him, "You had no trouble finding his secret weed stash!"

With that, Eddie rolled his eyes dramatically, which only made you more furious. You took the pan nearest to you and pointed it at his chest, "Don't you dare roll your eyes on me! You're the one who dragged me into this mess!"

"It's just a pot!"

"You know I'm not talking about the pot!" you yelled, feeling the salty tears stinging your eyes, but trying your best to hold it back, "In case your brain already became a paste from all the drugs you take and you need a reminder, we're on the run from the fucking police! We saw Chrissy die! In your trailer! And now I'm stuck here with you! I haven't eaten anything but cereals and beer, and you refuse to help me with anything around here because you'd rather get high and pretend everything is fucking fine but it's not! Nothing is fine!"

To top it all off, you threw the pan onto the floor. The deafening bang! nearly caused Eddie to jump out of his own skin.

"So now it's all my fault, huh?" He asked, and you could swear you saw tears tingling in his dark eyes. He looked hurt, but also extremely tired. All the negative emotions made him look much older than he actually was, even weed couldn't fix it.

"No! For fucks sake Eddie!" That's when you couldn't hold it back anymore. Tears spilled out of your eyes like waterfalls, violent sobs shaking your whole body as you found it hard to produce any coherent words. Eddie could only watch, his eyes blown wide in shock. He couldn't believe that you, the always calm and collected person who somehow managed to stay cool throughout all of the terrifying things that happened, was having a total mental breakdown in front of him. He watched as you cried, petrified.

"It's… all our fault." You finally managed to form a sentence, catching your breaths between violent sobs.

"Don't say that sweetheart. Come here…" Before you even had time to comprehend what was happening, you felt a pair of arms around you. Eddie enveloped you in a tight hug, pulling you into his chest. He smelled like weed and sweat, but you didn't mind. It helped you ground yourself and soon enough, you were hugging him back with twice as much force. While clinging to Eddie like a lifeline, you felt his hand on top of your head, gently petting your hair as you closed your eyes and cried it all out. All the stress, all the tension slowly disappeared.

When you reluctantly pulled away from him, Eddie's eyes were red and puffy as his cheeks were still wet from the tears. He sniffed, looking away from you as if he was afraid of your reaction. You had no idea how long you two were crying it out, but it was already getting dark outside by the time you were finished.

"Feeling better?" He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders. You nodded, giving him a small smile.

"Thanks, I needed this." You said, wiping your face with the sleeve of your hoodie.

"We both needed this." He smiled, and you would be lying if you said it didn't make you feel all warm on the inside.

With that, it felt like the atmosphere in the cabin got much lighter. Like a huge burden was lifted off your shoulders.

"We'll get through this. I promise."

In that moment, you felt like you could really trust his words. You could get through this. Together.

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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Forever in His Debt - Drew McIntyre (18+)

Mafia!Drew McIntyre x Melody

Commission: @tokipanda68

Summary: Melody’s father owes money to the mafia. He can’t afford to pay them back so Drew takes what he wants. 

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Mafia, Smut, Cussing, Mentions of drinking and gambling

Word Count: 4,194

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“Please, Drew- Mr. McIntyre, I'll get you the money. I swear!” The small round man begged. Drew ignored every word that was coming out of his mouth. He’s had people like this before, borrowing money for whatever reason and not being able to pay the mafia back. Drew looked around the small house, it was pretty obvious that there was nothing valuable here that would cover the debt that this man dug himself in. 

“You see, when you borrowed money from me, from my mob I expect you to pay me back and on time.” Drew’s eyes were cold as he looked at the man. He knew this man’s gambling troubles and drinking so it was no surprise that the banks turned him down for a loan. Drew clicked his tongue, eyeing around the house, his goons behind him, their guns loaded. Of course no guns were out just in case there were children. Drew wasn’t that heartless, he did violant things, he was a fucking mobster for Christ sakes but he knew when to draw the line if children were involved. 

Parents were smart to tell their children about the mafia as a scary story before bedtime. So arriving here and if there were children, they knew better than to do anything stupid. Drew’s hazel eyes scanned over the shelf, soon stopping to see a picture frame. ‘Oh, what’s this?’ Drew thought to himself, arching his eyebrow to see the man that borrowed money from him and a stunning girl who was no older than sixteen. Drew was shocked by her beauty in the picture. Tearing his attention away from the picture he looked around the house once more. There were pictures of her all on the wall now that he noticed, he stopped looking for anything valuable. “Is this your daughter?” Drew asked, pointing to a picture. 

Steve- the man who was in debt quickly nodded his head. “Yes, she just turned sixteen.” He swallowed thickly. “Her name is Melody.” Steve spoke, rubbing his knuckles nervously.

Drew licked his lips seductively. “Melody.” Drew whispered, the way her name rolled off his tongue made him shiver. 

Steve didn’t miss the way Drew licked his lips. “Please, Mr. McIntyre, she's all I have.” 

“Let’s make a deal.” Drew spoke, ignoring Steve. “If you don’t have my money by the time Melody is legal age I will take her and we can forget about you being in the negatives with me.” Drew straightened his tie, brushing his sleeves. 

“I- I.” Steve didn’t know what to say, it was a hell of a deal and it was extremely hard to make deals with the leader of the mafia. “Are we talking about voting age or drinking age?” 

“Legal age.” Drew gritted his jaw, the thick Scottish accent seething through his teeth. His fist hitting the wall closest to him, making Steve and even his goons jump. Drew cleared his throat, running his thick fingers through his long raven hair. He didn’t like repeating himself. “I’ll see you in two years on Melony’s eighteenth birthday. Better pay me back if you want to keep your little girl.” With that Drew took a few large steps and left the small house. Drew’s heart was hammering and it wasn’t because of intimidating Steve. 

Coming home after a long day of college was the best part of the day, especially on my birthday. Pushing the key into the lock I twisted it, surprised that the door wasn’t locked I swung the front door open. “I’m home!” I hollered, taking my bag off of my shoulders. I placed it on the floor by the door. I tossed my keys onto the nearest table. “Hello?” I asked, it was too quiet in the house. There were no sounds coming from the kitchen or smell. No sign that my mother was cooking my favorite meal, we were probably going out to eat. 

Entering the kitchen I saw my parents sitting in chairs and two large men in suits behind them. “What’s going on?” I asked, instantly noticing the tears streaming down my mother's cheeks. 

My father finally spoke up. “Honey, you’re going to go away for a while.” He wouldn’t dare meet my gaze. 

“Away?” I asked, this was a weird birthday present. “Uh why?” My eyes darted towards the two strangers standing over my parents. 

My mother let out a sob, her hands coming over her face. “What’s going on?” I asked, this wasn’t what I was expecting for my eighteenth birthday. “You guys are scaring me.” 

“Honey, you know how your father has a problem. He did something unspeakable and without my permission or knowledge.” She hiccuped.

I was growing angry as they beat around the bush and wouldn’t spit it out already. Taking a step backwards to run up to my room, my back collided with a larger figure. “Hello, love.” A male’s Scottish accent hit my ears. “The name is Drew.” Spinning around I looked up at the tall man. I noticed how Drew’s hazel eyes darken as he looked at me. “Pretty young thing you are.” He whispered so only I could hear him. 

I blinked at his comment, “Oh hell no.” I instantly knew what was going on as my eyes looked down at the gun tucked away in his waist. With my father’s financial problems and the way this man dressed and looked how he had money. Realizing who Drew was, I whipped my head around, glaring at my father. “You did not fucking pimp me out.” I snarled. 

Drew laughed loudly at my assumption. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. “Oh on the contrary, doll.” Drew bent down low, his lips near my ear. “You see, your daddy borrowed money from me and we made a deal two years ago on how if he doesn’t pay me back that you’ll mine at legal age.” 

“You bastard!” I screamed at him, tears threatening to spill but I tried holding them back. 

“Shh, love. He’s not worth it.” Drew placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from the kitchen and down the hallway towards my room. “I’ll give you ten mintues to pack up and we’re leaving for good.” Drew’s voice was giving off a warning sound as if saying ‘don’t do anything stupid’. Nodding I turned around, entering my room and slamming it shut. Tears streamed down my face as I realized what was happening. My father sold my life because he was in debt. 

Quickly gather clothes and other things I could think of and shove it into my bag. Opening the door I stormed out, slightly jumping to see Drew leaning against the wall. “You’re already done?” He asked. Nodding, I walked past him. “That was only like three minutes.” Drew checked his watch that was wrapped around his wrist, arching his eyebrow.

“Just get me the fuck out of here.” I demanded, not even thinking what Drew’s plans with me were. 

“Melody, wait.” My mother sobbed out, trying to get my attention before I left the house. Ignoring her pleas and cries I stepped out of the house. I didn’t even notice the large black SUV with tinted windows until now. 

“Right this way, love.” Drew placed his large hand on my lower back and guided me to the vehicle. Drew reached his free hand and opened the door. Climbing in, I scooted to the farthest seat, my attention towards the window. 

“I’ll pay him back sweetheart, don’t you worry!” Was all I heard my father yell. 

Drew smirked at my father and shook his head. “Don’t even worry about it, you’re debt free.” He winked, climbing into the car he slammed the door shut. The two other goons climbed into the front, they soon started the car and we left. 

My eyes were everywhere in the large house that Drew was guiding me through. I looked at all of the expensive and unique paintings hanging on the wall, large soft rugs stretched on the marble floor. I was so distracted, I wasn’t even paying attention to his words. “And this is your room.” Drew pushed open the door. The bedroom walls were dipping in my favorite color along with the covers on the bed. It was much larger than the room I had back at home. Drew took my things from me as I explored the room, there was a large bathroom connected to my room. 

As I walked back into my room, I saw Drew searching through my things. “What are you doing?” I asked. He tossed my clothes around until he found what he was looking for, my laptop. 

“Don’t need this.” He flashed the only nice thing I had in my life.

“Hey- wait no! I need it for class.” I frowned, trying to reach it but he raised it higher for me not to grab. Damn his tallness.

“I can’t have you blabbing about my secrets now, love.” Drew informed me, raising it higher as I tried to climb on his large form.

“I won’t, I promise!” I begged, my eyes looking back at the laptop. 

Drew grabbed my chin, the pad of his thumb rubbed against my cheek. “Sleep now, love. You’ve had a busy day.” He whispered. Brushing his thumb over my plump bottom lip his eyes looked at my mouth and back up at my eyes. He leaned downwards, his soft lips pressing against mine, leaving a small kiss. I didn’t even know if I kissed back or not I was too shocked. Pulling away he licked his lips as if he was getting the rest of my taste off of his mouth. “Rest, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Drew promised. With that he turned on the heel of his nice black dress shoes and left my room. 

That night I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was being in a new environment, the fact that I’ll probably never see my mother again or it was the memorizing kiss Drew planted on me before he left. Laying in bed, I stared at the white ceiling above me. The kiss kept playing in my head, over and over again. Squirming underneath the blankets I froze, I was getting wet from the event that happened hours ago. Swallowing thickly, I ran my dominant hand down my body. Shivering from my own touch I exhaled shallowly as I reached my soaking entrance. 

A soft whimper escaped my lips as I touched my sensitive clit. How could I get wet at the thought of kissing my kidnapper, a total stranger to me! Tossing my head back into the soft plush pillows as my index finger entered me. My tightness wrapped around the single digit. Slowly pushing and pulling my finger in and out of my pussy, I slowly sped up the pace. Flashes of Drew filled my head, how he towered over me, how built he was. His suit stretched as his muscles flexed with each movement he made. Remembering how his eyes looked at me over everything I did. 

My pussy clenched around my finger, I was close. Panting heavily, I used my other hand to play with my clit. The last memory I had with Drew struck my mind. His lips soft against mine, how they moved against me and held me close to his large body. My orgasm hit in an instant, the hand that was playing with my clit flew up to my mouth, muffling my moans as I overcame my climax. 

Panting, I slowly pulled my finger out and laid in bed, calming myself down. Once I came down from my high I pulled the blankets off my sweaty body. Rolling out of bed, I decided to roam the empty halls. Slowly opening my door, I peaked my head out looking up and down the dark hallway. Seeing no one about, I slipped out of my room. The large house seemed a bit spookier with no lights on. 

My feet pitter pattered down the hallway on the cold marble floor, I slightly cursed at myself for not wearing socks. Making a right turn I ended up in the kitchen. My stomach growled, realizing I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch. Then again how could I eat after all of the events that happened. Walking towards the fridge, I open the door. Squinting as the bright light inside blinded me, I looked at all of the options. I’ve never had this amount of food to pick, we didn’t have much back at my house. Grabbing a water bottle and a container of strawberries, I turned around and jumped at the figure behind me. “Can’t sleep?” His soothing accent filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and hitting my ears. 

“No.” I murmured, moving past him and placing my small snack on the counter. Opening the water I took a few gulps.

“Well, sounds like to me you were having a nightmare.” A slight smirk appeared on his face as I choked.  Drew walked closer to me, nearly hovering as his lips grazed my ear. “My room is next to yours and the walls are very thin.” Shivering at his deep voice I finally had the courage to look up at him. “Tell me, bana-phrionnsa” he placed his large hand underneath my chin. “What made you moan ever so sweetly, hmm?” Drew asked, eyeing my appearance. “And don’t lie, I know the sounds of a naughty girl masturbating when I hear one.”

My face became bright red, I nearly forgot how to speak as he made my body tremble just by the way he was speaking. “I- I…” My mouth became dry even though I just drank the cold liquid. Swallowing my nervousness. “What does b- bana-” Before I botched the word Drew chuckled deeply and cut me off. 

“Bana-phrionnsa, means princess in my country.” He stroked his soft finger against my cheek. “You’re my bana-phrionnsa.” He hummed, leaning down he pressed his forehead against mine. “Do you like it when I call you my bana-phrionnsa?” 

I had no words, he was speaking so sweet to me. Even though I knew what and who he was I couldn’t help but to eat up his words. I nodded, not wanting to embarrass myself. I saved my words. 

“So tell me, what made you moan so loudly tonight?” He questioned, pulling his head away. He wasn’t going to give up on this question.

“You, I was thinking about you.” I breathed out. 

Drew smiled as I finally admitted it and stopped dodging his question. “Is that so?” He licked his lips. His muscular arm pushed the bottle of water and container of strawberries off of the counter, making them fall onto the floor. He gripped my waist, picking me up and placing me on the cold, smooth surface of the counter top. “And what were you thinking about me?” He growled, eyes darkening slightly. Drew leaned into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Please don’t make me say it.” I whined, embarrassed. I cried out in pleasure as Drew bit down on my flesh where my neck and shoulder met, his warm hand slipped underneath my shirt, cupping my breast. 

Suckling hard, Drew pulled away from the dark hickey he left. “Say it.” He pinched and tweaked at my nipple. 

“You fucking me! I thought about you thrusting your cock in me.” I moaned as he switched onto my other breast. 

“Hmm, good girl.” Drew whispered huskily. He pulled his hand out from under my shirt which made me whimper from the loss of contact. Drew gripped the bottom of my night shirt, tossing it over my head he threw it behind him. His eyes darkened at the sight of my bare chest, his 

hazel eyes scanned over my half naked body. “Stunning.” He hummed, leaning down he latched his mouth around my left nipple. Suckling and lightly biting, his hand started to play with my right breasts. 

Tossing my head back, I moaned in pure bliss. My hands gripped at his long dark hair, giving it a slight tug. Drew pulled away slightly from my chest, soft moans left his mouth from my actions. He left a kiss trail as he made his way to my other breast. Doing the same thing, sucking and flicking his tongue over my hardening nipple, I grew wetter in my panties. 

Drew pulled away from my tender chest, he grabbed his dark shirt and pulled it over his head. My eyes traveled over his body, his biceps flexed as he tossed his shirt to the side, chest strong along with his chiseled abs across his stomach. He obviously never misses a day at the gym. Drew grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. His fingers dipped in the hem of my pajama pants, pulling them down my legs along with my panties. I shivered slightly as the cold countertop touched my bare ass. 

“Oh my sweet, Melody.” Drew’s husky voice rang in my ear. Looking up at him, I caught him licking his lips. “I don’t know whether to eat you out or fuck you full of my come.” Drew chewed on the inside of his cheek as if he was making a decision. 

My heart hammered against my chest, no man had ever shown how much he wanted me before. Growing the courage, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “You can eat me out whenever I need you.” I pouted, my eyes glossy as I looked over his features. As if he couldn’t believe the mouth I had on me. 

“Whatever my bana-phrionnsa wants.” Drew smiled. His large hands left my waist and started to push his pants and boxers down his muscular legs. My eyes widen slightly at the sight of his large cock twitching against his lower fit stomach. He grabbed underneath my chin, lifting my attention to his face. “It’ll fit.” Drew smirked, my reaction to his cock must have been concerning. 

Drew placed his hands on top of my thighs. Drew had surprisingly soft hands for being a killer. I wondered how many people he’s killed, if not him how many people he's ordered to have killed. Knowing he’s in the mob life he’s broken the law many times, not only killing being on top of the list. Being a mobster also had perks, money, cars and women. Swallowing thickly, my mind thought about his sex life, how many women has he fucked? As I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize Drew spread my legs and dipped two of his fingers into my dripping cunt. “Ah!” I squealed in surprise as he slowly pulled out. He brought his glistening finger to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around his finger, he sucked off my juices. “Hmm.” He growled, slowly pulling his digits out of his mouth. “Taste so fucking devine.” He purred. “You sure you don’t want me to eat you out?” Drew teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. 

“I’m sure, now please fuck me.” I begged, my legs still spread. My juices dripped down onto the surface of the counter. 

“Okay, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely.” Drew fitted in between my thighs, he grabbed underneath my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. His raging cock throbbing with need. Drew grabbed the base of his cock, pumping his dick a few times in his hand. Guiding his mushroom tip against my entrance he slowly pushed in me. My hands grabbed at his swole shoulders, digging my nails into his tan flesh. 

“Fuck.” Drew hissed out, not just because of the stinging pain in his shoulders, but my pussy wrapped so tightly around his tip. Drew slowly pushed his hips against mine, his cock sinking inside of my cunt. 

“K- Keep going, don’t stop.” I moaned, resting my head against his slightly hairy chest, my eyes shut tightly. He didn’t stop one beat as his cock slowly inched his way deeper. 

Drew exhaled loudly, now balls deep inside of me. He growled lowly as my pussy fluttered around his cock. “I need to move.” His hands resting on my waist. 

My head snapped up, my eyes full of lust. “Then fucking move.” I demanded. Drew flashed a devilish smirk towards me, showing his white teeth. Pulling his cock half way out of me, he thrust back inside. I whimpered as his rigid cock hit a different angle this time. 

“So fucking tight.” Drew huffed a low howl as he kept thrusting. Drew looked down, watching his glistening cock fuck in and out of his lovers pussy. Drew looked at me, watching my face twist in bliss and pleasure, he couldn’t help but smile. “I can tell you’re close, bana-phrionnsa.” Drew dug his fingers into her hips, leaving bruises. “Hold it for me, Melody. Just a little longer.” Drew announced as his cock slipped in and out at a faster pace than before. 

The kitchen was full of hot sex sounds, moans and whimpering along with dirty talking and skin slapping against skin. The wetness of my pussy squelched with each thrust Drew did, making me blush. “I- I can’t hold on much longer.” I warned, my stomach tightening with each thrust Drew pushed into me. Everything Drew was doing made my body hot and bothered. His touches, the way he’d angle his cock differently with each thrust. Drew leaned down, his heavy breathing hitting my ear. 

“Be a good girl and wait.” He growled, his lips latching onto my neck, suckling hard he growled as he left hickies. I gritted my teeth slightly as my orgasm became closer and closer as Drew fucked me faster and harder. 

“I- I can’t hold it!” I cried out, hot tears slid down my cheeks as I held my orgasm back. Feeling Drew’s cock twitch inside my walls, I nearly exploded. 

“Come, fucking come all over my cock Melody.” Drew demanded, his heavy balls emptying his seed inside of me. Feeling his warm come enter my body, triggered my climax. My eyes fluttered shut as my body shook from the intenseness. Screaming out Drews name, I raked my nails down his arm, leaving marks. Drew hissed at the slight pain, pumping his cock a few more times in me, pusing his load deeper.

As we came down from our high and caught our breaths, Drew rested his sweaty forehead against my shoulder. The scottish mobster mumbled something I didn’t catch. “W- What?” I asked slightly out of breath. 

He brought his head up, repeating what he said. “Marry me.” Drew looked down at me as if he was staring into my soul.

“Marry you?” I choked out, this man took me from my family because of my father’s debt. “I... “ I looked away from him. “I don’t know what to say.” I mumbled, looking at the shiny floor, it must have been cleaned earlier today. 

“Say yes.” Drew spoke softly, grabbing my jaw and making me look at him. “You’re all I’ve ever thought about.” Drew confessed. “I visited your father when you were a minor, warning him about his debt. Melody, your father had two years to pay me back and he never did, I took you away from that abuse. I saw your phone on the shelf and I fell in love with you.” He rubbed his thumb against my cheek. “I had plans for you.” Drew looked down, his soft cock still in me.

Two and two clicked, my eyes widened as I realized he wasn’t wearing protection. “You had planned to get me pregnant?” I swallowed thickly. 

“I mean, this wasn’t planned.” Drew cleared his throat. “I was planning on taking you on our wedding night but hearing you moaning in your room I couldn’t stop myself.” Drew was still caressing my face. “I’ll make a deal with you.” 

“Yeah, like you did with my dad?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my breasts, trying to hide myself. 

“Don’t be like that.” Drew warned, he gave me a slight glare. It was best to keep business and relationship problems separate. “If you marry me, you can see your family whenever you want.” Drew promised. 

Biting my lower lip, I thought about it. Marrying a handsome Scottish mobster that was also great at sex along with seeing my family or don’t marry him and he could possibly do the worst to me. Biting my cheek I weighed my pros and cons. 

“You don’t have to answer now-”

“Yes.” I quickly said, meeting his eyes. Drew blinked as if he didn’t understand. 

“What?” He questioned.

I smiled softly at his confusion, I played with the tips of his hair flowing over his shoulder. “I said yes.” 

“You sure you don’t want to think-”

I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes to him wanting to be respectful and wanting me to think about my answer. “I said yes, I want to marry you. Now, where’s my ring?” I giggled.

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ten years (e.m)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader summary: y/n breaks things off with eddie I've been obsessed with this song and decided to write a loosely based one-shot. I hope you enjoy it, as this is my first time posting anything I've written. word count: 1.3k

"It's funny 'cause I've always dreamed of me & you, now here we are, staring at the stars." Y/n breathed out after what seemed like an eternity of silence for Eddie.

"You just broke my heart even though you promised you'd never do that from the start… but I guess we can only make it so far."

"No, please, y/n it wasn't what it looked like I-"

"Look, time wasn't in our favor. This isn't goodbye, this is simply see you later." Y/n chokes out, sitting up from her spot on Eddie's van floor.

"Y/n. princess. Please don't do this. She meant nothing." Eddie pleaded, clutching onto her shirt.

"Let me know when it's time to come back. Maybe when your life is on track and you don't have to hesitate."

"Hopefully, it isn't too late," Eddie mutters tearfully.

"Luckily for you, I'm patient. I'm okay with your making me wait, and as long as you're near, I'll be here." Y/n says standing at the back of Eddie's van, wiping away the stray tears.

"Even if it takes ten years?"

*1 year later*

"Hey Dustin, Mike!" Y/n called, jogging to catch up to the pair.

"Hey y/n!" Dustin called excitedly, nudging mike who just nodded in response.

"Did you guys want to hang out tonight? I could order a pizza!" Y/n asked hopefully.

" We actually have the finale to our campaign with Eddie," Mike finally spoke, trailing off at the mention of Eddie.

"But we need a sub for Lucas! He has his championship game tonight!" Dustin cut in.

" I don't think so dustbin. It doesn't sound like the best-"

"It's been a year y/n. Just think about it. Please?" Mike said, cutting y/n's sentence short.

"I'll think about it. No promises Wheeler."

"I can't believe you're actually going to go to the campaign! Eddie freaking Munson's campaign!" Robin exclaimed in disbelief, Steve nodding in agreement.

"It is one night and I'm only going for the kids!" Y/n said pointedly, pulling her old hellfire shirt out of its box.

"Just be safe and please promise me that you'll call if anything is wrong," Steve said, looking at y/n sternly.

"I promise, dad," Y/n said, holding her pinky up.

"Thank you y/n! thank you, thank you!" Dustin yelled, getting onto his knees dramatically.

"We really owe you one y/n. Eddie was going to kill us if we didn't find a sub." Mike added with a smile.

"That you do, Wheeler, but I have a feeling he's going to want to kill you more once he finds out who the sub is," Y/n said as the three of them made their way to the clubroom.

As the door opened, there was silence except for the soft sound of Eddie's music playing over the speakers.

"Absolutely not," Eddie stated with an icy demeanor as his eyes met hers.

" You asked for a sub and we delivered!" Mike said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"A damn good one at that!" Dustin added with a nod, making Eddie furrow his brow in annoyance.

Because let's face it - Dustin was right and everyone knew it. Especially Eddie. He was the one who taught her, for christ's sake.

"Are we going to sit here and chit-chat all night or are we gonna play Eds?" Y/n spoke up, making Eddie look back to her, expression still hard.

"Let's see if you still have what it takes, sweetheart." Eddie bit, holding his hands out towards the empty chairs, making y/n's heart flutter slightly.

-

"Bada bada boom!" Dustin giggled when y/n rolled a 20 draining Vecna completely.

"I didn't think you still had it in you y/n," Gareth spoke as he made his way out of the room with the rest of the club members, leaving y/n and Eddie behind.

"How are you and Steve "the hair" Harrington?" Eddie says, jealousy dripping in every word.

"I'm not with Steve for the one-hundredth time, because I can't fall in love when I already found the one. how am I supposed to move on?" Y/n said, her eyes finally making their way into Eddie's shocked ones.

"The memories won't go away. I feel pain every time I hear your name. But I always think of you the same." y/n added, wiping away a stray tear.

"It's time to come back. I promise my life is on track," Eddie speaks up softly, making his way towards y/n.

"I never meant to hurt you. What Chrissy and I did meant nothing to me and I'm sorry I didn't realize that what I wanted was right in front of me the entire time." Eddie said, pulling her into his chest.

"You broke me Eds. You crushed me when I saw you two in the woods." Y/n said with a soft sob.

"I know, princess. I'm so sorry, I've cursed myself every single day since. If there is anything I can do. Please, please tell me." Eddie said, cupping y/n's face in both of his hands.

"I sure will Eds. it's going to take a lot for me to trust you." Y/n said, leaning her face more into Eddie's grasp.

"I completely understand. How about we go back to mine?" He suggests quietly, moving from his spot.

"I would love that,"

-

"You still haven't changed this place one bit." Y/n laughed quietly, plopping herself onto Eddie's bed.

"Not at all. Didn't want you to forget where anything was." He mumbled with a smile, pulling her to his side when he sat.

"Did you know that I was made for loving you, baby?" Eddie spoke, hugging y/n tighter.

"You are not quoting KISS to me right now," Y/n said in a fit of giggles.

"And if I was?" Eddie challenged with a raised brow, looking down at her.

"Well, I might just have to marry you," Y/n said, making Eddie's eyes glimmer.

"Then do it. Marry me."

"You're joking Eds. We can't." Y/n spoke up, sitting up from her spot on the bed.

"As serious as a heart attack. Marry me y/f/n y/l/n." Eddie pleaded quietly, sitting up with her.

"Baby steps Ed. I'm not saying no, just not now." Y/n mumbled, running her fingers through his hair earning an appreciative hum.

" Give me a timeline, sweetheart,"

"I don't know! I-" Y/n started to answer before being cut short by the phone ringing.

"I got it. you stay your pretty self right here." Eddie said, walking towards the phone.

"… Hey Harrington!" Eddie spoke into the phone, making y/n perk up.

Y/n starts to move off the bed, earning a look of disapproval from Eddie.

"Yeah man, she's right here." He mumbled, holding the phone out to her.

"Y/n. you scared the shit out of me kid!" Steve said frantically into the phone.

"I'm sorry Steve, truly. I lost track of time when Eddie and I got to talking, then we came back to his." Y/n spoke quickly, not tearing her eyes away from her feet.

"As long as you're okay, that's all that matters. Do you need me to come to get you?" He sighed into the phone, making y/n look up to Eddie's concerned gaze.

Y/n shook her head before responding quickly. "No dad, I'm okay. I promise that I will give you a call if anything changes, though."

As y/n and Steve bid their goodbyes, Eddie starts to make his way closer to y/n.

"You're staying?" Eddie asks softly, barely reaching out for her.

"As long as you'll have me, Mr. Munson," Y/n said, closing the gap between the two of them.

" I want you forever."

"And ever?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

"I'm glad it didn't take you ten years."

the end. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[i-will-duckyou-up]

Hello everyone before we begin I would like to say. This is my first writing piece on here and is my first Eddie story. I took a lot of time planning this story out and I hope you enjoy.

Dear Diary?

1st Entry

November 17th,1983:

Dear diary;

Well hello I don’t know how to start this but I bought a new diary. To begin I guess, I’m moving soon. I’m going to live with mom again since the separation. It’s not like I haven’t seen her but it’ll be nice to have a change of pace from here in California. Dads freaking out over what I should pack for when I move back with mom. I tell him just to call her and ask but he refuses. He says “I’m not calling that witch” . It’s very dramatic if I must say. So now I have enough winter clothes to keep me warm if I decide to move to Antártica. I’m kind of nervous being away from everything here but at the same time there are certain things I want to get away from just as bad so. That thing I speak of won’t stop calling and following me around at school trying to talk to me. He stands outside of school waiting for me to come out. It’ll be nice not having to hide anymore and I can just be me. One of the best things that I’m super excited for is to see Steve and Gareth again. I saw them during the summer but to be able to see them all the time is gonna be awesome.

“Ma, why’s it so goddamn cold? It’s November for Christ’s sake.” You asked as you put your bags in the trunk. It was freezing here, and you hated it. Dustin's eyes went wide when he realized you had cursed.

“For one, missy. Watch your language and for two, it’s not even that cold, it's only 40 degrees.” Mom stated and closed the trunk of the car and started making her way around to the driver's seat.

“Shotgun!” Dustin shouted and the echo could be heard throughout the entire parking garage. You smacked his hat off his head as he started opening the passenger door. He squawked and fumbled to grab his hat off the ground. You pushed him out of the way and sat in the front. You slammed the door and flipped him the bird. He flipped the bird back at you and sat in the back.

“You know I wanted to say I missed you, but then I remember moments like these and it reminds me how much of an asswipe you are.” He grumbled.

“Dusty-bun, watch that language, you hear me? Or you won’t be going anywhere with that Munson boy.” Mom said with a firm tone and pointed at Dustin. He grunted and began pouting.

“Yeah Dusty-bun~, watch your language or you won’t be able to hangout with your nerd friends.” You said in a sing-songy tone. He flipped you off and started looking out the window. You turned to do the same, looking at the place you would come to every summer but this time all the leaves have fallen off the trees and rain covered the windows. You watched as children splashed in puddles with their rain boots and raincoats on. Seen teenage girls running through the rain using anything they can to cover their hairspray covered hair.

“I wonder if I set a fire near those girls if their hair would catch on fire. You said with a laugh. Dustin began laughing too. Your mom glared at you for what you said but didn’t say anything and paid her attention back to the road. Soon you started seeing familiar roads that you’ve grown to love over the years. Then it hit you.

“Wait! When mom said you can’t hang out with that “Munson kid” anymore, was she talking about Edward Munson?” You turned to look at Dustin from the front seat waiting for his response.

“His name is Eddie and yes, that is who she was talking about, why?” Dustin asked puzzled. You groaned loudly and slammed your head against the seat multiple times.

“Why!? Why Eddie? Why him of all people?” You asked him. He stared at me for a moment and a smirk made its way onto his face. You inwardly groaned and faced back to the front.

“Nevermind! Forget I said anything.” You grumbled but it was too late.

“Aww is someone still upset that Eddie didn’t like them back.” He said in a mocking tone and began poking you. You ignored him until the jabs became harder.

“That was like 6 years ago, why are you still so upset about it?” Dustin asked. I turned to face with a deadpan look.

“I’m not upset about it, like you said it was 6 years ago. I just don’t like the guy is all. He’s a wannabe Kirk Hammett.” You said annoyed. Dustin gasped at what you had said.

“Take that back! He’s not a wannabe! He’s Eddie and he’s my friend.” Dustin yelled and you began to think you actually upset him. That was until…

“Don’t you have a crush on Kirk Hammett?” Dustin asked and you could hear the smirk on his face as he asked. You wanted to turn around and punch him in his stupid face. He took your silence as a yes and thought it was the greatest thing in the world.

“You have a crush on Eddie~ You have a crush on Eddie, I can’t wait to tell him you’re still in love with him. God what a loser to still be in love with someone for this long.” He giggled at what he said. You looked at him.

“Haven’t you had a crush on Nancy Wheeler since 1st grade and she’s what 3-4 years older than you? How would Mike feel if I told him you had the hots for his big sister?” You stared at him and a smirk came onto your face. He stared at you wide-eyed. He deadpanned and flipped you off. You did the same and turned back in your seat.

“That’s what I thought,” You said as you turned back in your seat. Once you were facing the front again you saw that you were home. You began to unbuckle as your mom pulled into the driveway. Once the keys were out of the ignition, you opened the trunk to start grabbing your bags out.

“Dustin! Go help your sister while I get dinner started.” Mom yelled as she walked inside the house. Dustin groaned and began walking to you. You handed a couple bags and sent him on his way. You grabbed the last of your bags and as you were about to close the trunk, you heard someone yelling your name and saw someone in the distance jogging towards you. You couldn’t quite make out who it was.

“Y/N!” The person said as they ran towards you. You dropped your bags when you saw who it was and ran towards them. They picked you up and hugged you.

“Oh my god, Y/N what are you doing back!?” They asked as they set you down.

“I’m moving here for good, I live here in Hawkins now. Can you believe it?” You said with excitement. They stared at you and an even bigger smile came into their face. The moment was ruined when you heard the front door slam.

Tags: @eddiemunsonmmmhhh

[vendettaparker]

What a Dumbass [P.P]

Summary: Peter’s mistake leads to you being injured. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Swearing, like a substantial amount, suggestive content kinda, gun shot wound, and flustered!Peter 

a/n: I really liked writing this. I couldn’t stop laughing at some of the dialogue. and the mistake peter made to cause the whole set-up of the story is so funny to me. like i can legit see him making this mistake. also, i’m gonna make a permanent tag list, so please send me an ask or message me if you want to be on it! <3

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     Peter Benjamin Parker is a fucking dumbass. All the time mostly. Most of the time his dumbassery leads to a lot of annoyed avengers, a lot of clean up, and a lot of spilled secrets. Hence why like three people who definitely shouldn’t know he is Spider-man do. But every once in while his idiocy can lead to an unexpected happily ever after, at least until he fucks something up again. 

     This particular fuck up has yet to be determined as a happy accident or your new 13th reason. It all started when that spider bitch decided it’d be a good idea to watch some explicit content on his laptop. Now, this wasn’t particularly an unknown activity for him to partake in, since we all know about his little impromptu purchase in Germany, but unbeknownst to this dork, his aunt was in the next room over working on a tear in his suit. And to make matters worse, he accidentally just so happened to purchase a subscription using said aunt’s credit card that was pre-setup in his laptop. 

     Now May is a very understanding woman. Very sex-positive, very loving, and inclusive; the whole shebang really. So when she happened to catch this idiot doing what he most certainly shouldn’t have been doing, she wasn’t mad, just thoroughly disturbed. Then she got the notification about the purchase. That was a bit more taboo in her eyes. So Peter was grounded from patrolling for a week and his laptop privileges were revoked for two weeks. That was fucking merciful compared to what this whole fuck up put you through. 

     At the school that following Monday, Peter spent the whole first, second, fourth, and lunch period trying to convince you to take over patrol for a week. Sure, you could definitely handle it, not to pat yourself on the back or anything, but you were significantly stronger than Peter, so it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But you just really didn’t want to. Peter had his ‘Peter Tingle’ to help him find danger, while you’d actually have to look. It just seemed harder for you to do than it would be for him. 

     “Why are you even grounded?” You sighed after Peter's 3rd time bringing up the possibility of you patrolling for him at lunch. 

     “He got caught watching and buying p—” Ned started laughing.

     “Ned! Shut up!” Peter yelled, slapping his hand over his friend's mouth. 

     “How has your identity not been leaked yet, Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, giggling. You flipped through your chemistry textbook, writing notes to prepare for Friday’s quiz. 

     “Yeah, and how come you didn’t know May was home?” Ned pushed Peter’s hand away. “Where was your ‘Peter Tingle’ then?” 

     “She’s not a threat, dude. But shit, I really wish my tingle detected her.” Peter groaned, a deep blush covering his features. “Please (Y/N). I really, really don’t wanna leave Queens without any protection for a week. I’ll try to convince May to let me go out on the weekend, so really it’s only five days.” 

     “I guess I could help you out, but you owe me. I should really spend this time studying for my chemistry test. Iron bitch is gonna have my head on a spike if I fail another chem test.” You said, highlighting more notes. 

     “Okay! Delmar’s for a week, anytime, anywhere.” Peter said putting his hand out for you to shake. 

     “Make it a month, I know my worth.” 

     Peter hesitated, but eventually gave in, “Fine, but you better do a good job.” 

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     So now you were stuck patrolling from 8:30 to 11:00 every night. It wasn't bad per se, and nothing too eventful happened. You stopped a small convenience store robbery, gave a few kids some tips at the skatepark, ran some errands for an old lady, and saved a cat from a tree. Thursday night was the real kicker though. Your night had barely started and you accidentally got in the middle of a drug deal between some smaller mob and a real messed-up junkie. This should’ve been an easy takedown, only six people in total that needed to be taken out, but like was mentioned before, you don’t have Peter’s goddamn, stupid fucking tingle. So after taking all six of the perps out you started to walk away after alerting the police. Unfortunately, one of those assclowns had come to, and grabbed the gun a few feet away from him and shot it towards you. The bullet went through your thigh and out the other side. Screaming in shock and pain, you used your own throwing knives and knocked the gun out of the mobster’s hand, then you proceeded to knock him out again with a few good punches to his noggin, maybe a few more, just for good measure. But this wound would need to be cleaned and stitched up. And if you went back to the Tower, Steve and Tony would give you an earful about “watching your surroundings” and “being more careful”. So in a moment of pure adrenaline and desperation, you texted Peter. 

You: are you home

Spider-Dork: Yeah, why?

You: i’ll be there in 5 

Spider-Dork: What? Why? Is everything ok?

Spider-Dork: Hello??? (Y/N)????

(Y/N) declined (3) calls 

Spider-Dork: Answer my calls idiot. 

     Peter’s texting and constant calling was cut short from a crash in his room. 

     “(Y/N)? Is that you?” Peter called from the couch in the living room. 

     “Yeah, can I borrow a t-shirt?” You called, fumbling around accidentally knocking over another lamp. “Oops, sorry!”

     “Uh, yeah sure. In the closet!” Peter called back pausing his show, prepared to make his way over to you. 

     “And some sweats?” You called back, blood dripping all over Peter’s hardwood floor. 

     Peter got up to make his way to his room. “Yeah, second drawer on the left side.” He said as he made his way to his bedroom. Knowing you were in there, most likely changing, he knocked. “You decent?” 

     “Nope, not really. I need a pair of your boxers too, though.” You called through the door, now seeing that the blood splattered on your underwear as well. “Also, bring the first aid kit when you come in.” 

     ‘What? Why?” Peter said in a more stressed tone, pushing his way into the room, completely ignoring the fact that you were very much not decent. “Holy shit.” He said seeing you out of your suit, in your bra and underwear, blood dripping down your right leg, pooling onto the floor. Your hand, red and bloody, pressed onto what he only assumed was the wound and blood seeping through your fingers. 

     “Bring a mop too.” 

     Peter ran out of the room to grab the first aid kit, plus some extra bandages and a cleaning solution. When he came back in he found you in the same state, standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed in pain, clutching your right thigh. 

     “What the hell happened?” He gasped, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitated, not wanting to mess up his sheets. He seemed to notice your thought process quickly adding, “I have to wash my sheets anyway.” 

     “Gross.” You mumbled, scrunching up your face in disgust and finally settling down on his bed. 

     “Move your hand and tell me what happened,” Peter said kneeling on the floor next to the bed, positioned right at your hips. You removed your hand, bloody instantly seeping onto the bed. Peter winced looking at the hole in your leg, quickly grabbing the peroxide and dumping heaps of it onto your leg, much to your distaste. 

     “I got shot.” You stated as he cleaned the blood around the hole with alcohol pads.

     “Well, no shit. I mean by who and how?” 

     “Mobster. Sneaky bitch got me while I was walking away.” You winced as Peter inspected the wound further. 

     “I need to stitch this up. Did it go all the way through?” He said lifting your leg to look underneath for an exit wound. 

     “Yeah.” Peter found the exit wound and held your leg up with one hand, pouring peroxide on the back of your thigh with the other. 

     “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)! This looks really nasty.” Peter scolded, setting your leg back down and prepping the needle and sutures. “What if this was in your chest? Or—or if you didn’t get here in time? You could’ve bled out!” 

     “Well sorry that I don’t have your stupid tingle to help me out when I’m being fucking shot at!” You yelped, gripping the bedsheets. 

     “You don’t need spidey sense, you need fucking common sense,” Peter mumbled, stitching his first suture.

     “What the fuck did you just say?” You looked at him incredulously. 

     “I— uh, nothing.” Peter huffed, focusing back on stitching you up.

     “This is your all your fault, to begin with!” You accused, shifting uncomfortably, due to the needle constantly being stuck into your leg. “You’re the one that begged me to go on patrol for you! You’re the dumb bitch that got caught watc—” 

     “Ok! Shut up! For God’s sake, you’re never gonna let me live that down.” Peter groaned, finishing up the last stitch. “Flip over.” He commanded, pushing at the side of your waist to help with the movement. 

     “Well, it was fucking dumb. Don’t you check to make sure nobody’s home? God, we all know you’re a vocal bitch too.” You said, fully situated on your stomach. 

     “What the fuck is that suppose to mean!?” He gasped, prepping another needle. 

     “You’re a sensitive boy.” You shrugged, wincing when Peter started his next stitch. 

     “I-I am not sensitive! I’m emotionally and physically staunch!” He defended, going in for another stitch. 

     You just raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You winked at him, blowing an exaggerated kiss. 

     “You're a jerk,” Peter mumbled, finishing up his stitching job. “A jerk with a fucked up leg.” 

     You hummed, quite amused. Peter got up and started to collect his medical supplies. He shuffled out of the room to put everything away. When he returned you were trying to get up and walk, wincing at every slight movement. 

     “Here, let me just—” Peter lifted you up, bridal style. A small yelp coming from you when a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Sorry.”

     “It’s fine. Can you help me get dressed?” You said as he walked you over to his desk and set you down in his desk chair. 

     “Sure.” Peter blushed, painfully aware of your lack of clothes. He picked out some clothes from his closet and drawers. He helped you into them, wallowing in the uncomfortable silence, taking in each whimper and wince from you whenever he brushed against your thigh. 

     “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He sighed after you were all dressed. “This is my fault.” 

     You looked at his distraught face, feeling bad for initially blaming him for the events of tonight. “No, Pete. It’s fine. I should’ve made sure all of the guys were knocked out.” You put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

     “No, I should’ve been more careful when I was watching that stuff. I have my spidey sense, I would’ve been able to avoid getting shot. It’s not your fault that you didn’t get bit by a radioactive spider.”

     “Pete, really, I’ll be better by next week anyway. It’s fine.” 

     Peter shook his head, sighing. “I just feel so bad, I shouldn’t have forced patrolling on you.” You hugged him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s my fault you got hurt.” 

     “Peter stop. It’s just an unfortunate accident.” You mumbled, hugging him closer. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

     “But it didn’t happen to just anyone (Y/N), it happened to you. And I caused it. I-I don't know what I’d do if something ever happened to you. What if it was worse?”

     You sighed, pulling away from Peter and cupping his face, seeing the regret and shame pooling in his eyes. Without much thought, you pulled him closer, slowly connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Truly getting lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the feeling of perfection. 

     Peter’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, before he was kissing you back, reveling in the feeling he’s been dreaming about for months. You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Peter flushed at your actions, unable to stop the wide smile crossing his features. 

     “Sorry,” You mumbled sheepishly, “just needed to shut you up for a second.”

     “Maybe I should talk more, just to see what happens,” Peter smirked, pulling you in for another shorter, but just as sweet, kiss. 

     You hummed against his lips. “I really like you. Even when you're a dumbass.” You sighed against his lips.

     “The feeling is mutual.” 

     “Rude. I’m not a dumbass.” You gasped in faux offense. 

     “You’re the one with a bullet wound.” he deadpanned 

     “You’re the one who got caught watchin—”

     “(Y/N)!”

[vdlest]

On Labor

Characters:

Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Summary:

You're about to give birth to your first baby with Steve Rogers, and your husband is more nervous than you are.

Warning:

Fluff

Husbands are allowed to join their wives when they're giving birth when they're in labor, but for some reason, you asked the doctors and nurses to let your husband, Steve Rogers outside the room.

Why? Because Steve Rogers is more nervous than you are.

You were in the middle of groaning in pain when you commanded everyone in the room to let your husband go out because you could see him shaking and sweating so much. You're not that afraid about giving birth, but seeing your source of strength go into chaos makes you nervous a bit.

At first, Steve was hesitant about leaving you alone in this, but you told him that you can do it and the nurses will just call him once they finally got the baby out of your womb. Steve kissed you one more time before he went outside, and before he could finally get out of the room, he gave you one last glance, one last glance before you two become officially parents.

Steve went outside and the first person to approach him was his best friend, Bucky Barnes. The latter rushed to the hospital once Steve gave him the news, knowing that he's excited to be a godfather.

"Hey," Bucky squeezed Steve's shoulder, he felt his pal is nervous and stressed out, "I guess, your wife kicked you out because you're stressing her out."

Steve glared at his best friend.

"Okay, easy, soldier," Bucky said and gave Steve's shoulder another squeeze, "I called everyone and I think, Wanda, Vis, Nat, and Sam are on their way now. Tony and Pep are still on the plane and I'm gonna give them a call once they landed."

It's a good thing that everyone will be here to give their moral support to the soon-to-be parents.

Everyone was thrilled when they first found out about your pregnancy, they're so happy that the youngest Avenger is coming. You and Steve were the happiest after finding out about your pregnancy, Steve was having tears of joy when you handed him your four pregnancy tests that all resulted as positive. Finally, after being married for two years, you and Steve are finally expecting.

For the past nine months, Steve never left your side, from your morning sickness, your Lamaze classes, cramps, and up to this very hour, Steve was beside you. He made your pregnancy more bearable and easier. He would always do the groceries and would bring you and your little one healthy foods. He would always talk to your tummy at night and will draw circles in it using his fingertips. He would always help you get up in the morning whenever you're having a hard time because of your weight. He would always understand you and your mood swings. You were strong on your whole pregnancy journey because of Steve. If it weren't for him, maybe you gave up in the first trimester.

"Hey," Bucky called Steve's attention, who is currently walking back and forth, "You have to relax. You're freaking me out already."

Steve stopped from walking and put his hands on his waist as he try to calm himself down.

"Buck, Steve!"

Steve and Bucky turned their heads around and saw Wanda, Vision, Nat, Bruce, and Sam running towards them.

"How's Y/N?" Wanda immediately asked when they approached Steve and Bucky, "Is the baby out yet?"

Steve shook his head, "I don't know. I have no idea what's happening inside," he looked at the door where you are at, "She kicked me out."

"It's because you're more nervous than her," Nat pointed out.

Steve was about to comment on Nat's answer when he noticed she and Bruce are together. The two of them broke up a few months ago because Nat is not yet ready to settle down, while Bruce has been wanting to start a family on his own. The two called it quits then, not until today.

Everybody is looking at Bruce and Nat right now. Wanda and Vision only realized it when Steve noticed it first.

"Why are you two together by the way?" Wanda asked Nat, raising her eyebrows at her friend.

"Yeah, didn't you two like broke up?" Bucky agreed.

"Uh, we were..." Bruce was about to answer when Nat cut him off.

"Okay, we're back together," Nat practically couldn't take the heat and everyone's attention so she instantly shifted the topic, "But right now our concern should be Y/N and the baby. Let's talk about this thing later."

"Fair point," Vision commented.

Nat, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, and Sam sat down in the chairs along the hospital hallway, while Bucky stood beside Steve who's still nervous because he has no single idea about what's going on inside the room.

He blames himself for being too nervous. Maybe if he's not too sweaty and nervous as hell, maybe he's inside right now, holding your hand and helping you push your little bundle of joy out of your womb. But he isn't. He's too scared to lose both of you, he can't even take a look at you having a hard time.

"She's gonna be fine, Steve. She's strong," Sam said to calm Steve down.

"Sam's right, pal," Bucky tapped Steve's shoulder, "It's your wife we're talking about. She can even take you down in an instant, so she'll just be fine. I'm sure my godson will be fine too. He has your and Y/N's blood. He'll be stronger than both of you."

Just when Steve is about to thank everyone for giving him and you moral support, the door behind him opened.

"Mr. Rogers," the nurse called and Steve raised his eyebrows, "Your wife is now permitting you to go inside."

That's when Steve rapidly went inside the room. His world slowed down when he saw you all sweaty and all tired from pushing your baby out of your womb to finally join you and Steve. He can't even walk towards you properly knowing that you're in so much pain right now. But you managed to look at him in his eyes and gave him a sign that you're fine.

You didn't know what happened, the next thing you know, your back was already back on the hospital bed, nurses assisting you, and a cry echoed in the whole room.

A baby's cry.

Your baby's cry.

Steve walked towards you and run his hand through your forehead, "You've done it, baby," he kissed your forehead, "Our Joshua is out."

The doctor and nurses wrapped the baby in a cloth so they can finally hand him to you. And when they did, your eyes began to cry for Christ's sake.

You have in your arms the best proof of your and Steve's love for each other.

"Hello, baby," you gently grabbed your baby's hand and played with it, "I'm your mom."

You often hear that when you finally carried your baby for the very first time, all the hardships and challenges you experienced when you were pregnant and giving birth will just vanish in thin air. You thought it was cliche and just a lie — but it's not. It all disappeared when Joshua was in your arms.

You looked at Steve and smiled at him, "We're parents," you said.

He nodded, "We are."

You saw tears in Steve's eyes, just like when you two were exchanging vows two years ago, and now here you are, proud parents.

"I love you even more right now," Steve said as he leaned forward to give you a quick kiss on your lips, "You really are the strongest woman I know."

"I love you too, Steve. You have two bosses now," you joked.

He chuckled and nodded before he moved his eyes back to Joshua, "Hey, baby," he said to your baby.

It was a dream come true for you that you married a man like Steve Rogers, he was never perfect but he's a good man. That's all that matters to you, you married a good man. And now, you love him even more, and you gained more honor to be his wife.

-v.dl