#this is so stupid but all i imagine is just steven asking “hey can i borrow your home i have to impress this nice lady” (pre marriage arc)

[jils-things]

wait wait lemme babble MAN I AGREE. i was hoping they'd have that little... southern island inclusion? super heart broken over that, man. i wish they had that - i think it would be so cool to know what the southern island looks like in the manga ... it's one of those missed opportunities fr dude ouyghhh they could've easily plugged that bit where they bought that ticket pass to go there 💥💥 latios and latias were pretty active in the story too and i was literally waiting for a point where they're like. hey ruby wanna see our home ALSLDJAKDJSJD

[justmeinadaze]

BBY YES. I’m a curvy girl too and MY GAWD boxer daddy dom losing a match or having a rough match and taking it out on the reader is just *chefs kiss* boxer Steve has NO issue lifting us plus size girlies and taking us against a wall 🤤 I just love your writing and I think you doing boxer Steve would be AMAZING

In Your Corner (Boxer Steve X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Boxer Steve invaded my dreams and now consumes my waking life. Fuck I need him. Lol.

I hope I did your ask justice!

Warnings: Daddy Dom Boxer Steve and Plus Size Sub Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), SMUT and angst, hella dirty talk, degradation (slightly), spanking, choking, pinching, rough play for sure, there's no details of the fight but there are mentions of the aftermath, slight bullying at the beginning with Steve's friends. I think that's it.

Word Count: 4449

Steve’s eyes focused on his coach in front of him as he danced around the man preparing to swing. You absolutely loved watching him train right before a fight. He was always dedicated to the craft but he became more determined right before and the passion drove you wild. 

When you both attended high school together, he always seemed like a douchebag with his “King Steve” status. You ran in a different circle, which was mostly any circle that wasn’t the popular kids. They always found ways of making fun of you because you had a little more meat on your bones than they did. You did take note at the time that Steve never taunted you with them but he never stopped them either. 

“Fuck off, Steve Harrington.”

“Hey, would you just relax?! I just wanted to come apologize for Tommy and them. You’re not a pig and you’re definitely not ugly.”

“Wow, thanks for that. Now I can die happy. If you will excuse me, I have to go find my journal and put our initials together in hearts.”

As you turned to walk away, his hand shot out to grip your arm, tugging you back towards the concrete wall. 

“Would you wait a minute! I’m…I’m trying to tell you something here. I…I’m not like them. I want to get to know you better.”

Your sarcastic laugh lights a fire in his eyes that you would later come to fall in love with. 

“Steven, whether you like it or not, you are exactly like them. You laugh along with them and don’t stop them from being mean to people. You hang out with them and give them your time like they matter. I imagine your dad is the same with colleagues; pretending that he cares about stupid, menial bullshit just to fit in.”

His head ticked to the side at your comparison to his father as you stepped closer to his towering frame. 

“You want to get to know me better? Become a real man and stand up for yourself. BE yourself.”

After that moment, he completely changed, disconnecting from his friends, and focusing on other things. You found him in the library a few times scanning certain books or at the computer looking up videos. After graduation, he disappeared before finally resurfacing a year later at a party one of your old high school friends was hosting. 

At the time, you had a date on your arm but as soon as Steve entered the room it was like no one was there except for you and him. His smile was brighter and he had a lot more muscle than you remember him having especially in his arms. When his beautiful brown irises met yours, you knew it was all over. You’d do anything for him, all he had to do was ask. You tried playing coy, you really did; smirking salaciously in his direction or crossing and uncrossing your legs a bit wider than normal to display the red silk panties underneath. 

When all he would do in return is tilt his head and grin at you, it riled you up, huffing as you stomped away to the bathroom. Before you could do anything about it, Steve followed you in, attaching his lips to yours as he quite literally ripped your panties of your body. You marveled at his strength as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter and sunk his admittedly large cock into your cunt. 

“Oh my god, Steve. So—f-fuck—so deep.”

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is just making a mess, you’re so wet.” He grabbed your hair and forced you look between your bodies. “Look at how you just fucking coat my dick.” Once he felt like you had gotten a good enough look, he pressed your face into his shoulder as he thrust his hips faster into yours. “That’s right, honey. Fucking—mmm—fucking hold on to Daddy while I make you cum.”

Your pussy clenched tighter around him at the name and he grunted at the feeling. 

“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl? God, you feel so fucking good. Cum on Daddy’s cock, Y/N.”

Your nails dug into the shirt on his back as the coil snapped and you whimpered into his chest. 

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Such a good girl coming hard like that.”, he murmured. One of his palms landed flat beside you as the other clung to your lower back as rolled his hips. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum inside you.”

Steve wasn’t asking; he was telling you what he was about to do and at that moment you really didn’t care. The hand on the counter flew up to grip your throat, pushing you back against the mirror as he roughly pumped his seed into your body.

When he released you from his hold and helped clean you up, you half expected him to leave you there alone in the bathroom, walking back out into the party as a satisfied man. Instead, he took your hand and guided you towards his BMW offering to buy you dinner. 

That night he told you where he had been and what he had been up to. Steve left Hawkins to train and study boxing. You couldn’t help but giggle, knowing this was the same kid who lost almost every fight in school. He smirked in your direction as if he could read your mind and invited you to his next fight which was just outside of town. 

Watching him up there as he fought was a unique experience to be sure. He changed before your eyes into this more confident, determined man as he focused on his opponent and swung his arms. After winning, you brought him back to your apartment where you two barely even made it in the door before you were climbing on top of him.

“Can I ask you something?”, you asked and he answered with a soft but exhausted hm. “What triggered this? What made you say, ‘I’m going to leave Hawkins and get hit in the face for a living’?”

Steve rolled onto his side to face you as he reached out to brush some stray hair out of your face. 

“Short answer…you.”

“And the long answer?”

“When you compared me to my dad and talked about me trying to impress those other assholes, it triggered something in me. I definitely don’t want to become my dad and I hated the way you looked at me when you said I was just like those other kids. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I did some research and came across boxing. Y/N, you have no idea how liberating it was for me when I threw that first punch and hit the bag in front of me.”

Your fingers tenderly caressed his face as his own hand slid down your back to bring you closer to him. 

“I always thought about you. I told myself whenever I came back here my first goal was to find you and FINALLY get to know you better.”, he chuckled.

You smiled as you blushed as his words. “What if I had been with someone!?”

“Pfft. Then I would fight him.” Steve leaned back and pretended to box the air making you laugh.

“Or what if I saw you and I was like ‘Ew. Look at the god-awful Steve Harrington! With the muscles and the pretty hair. Ugh!” His lips cut you off mid-cackled as he rolled his body on top of yours. 

“Then I’d fight for you. You’re mine, pretty girl.” The way his eyes were penetrating yours had you shiver at the intensity. His face hovered as his nose grazed the tip of your own. “Can you say it for me, honey?”, he whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as he trailed kisses down to your neck. 

“I belong to you.”, you moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Mmm…you belong to who, baby girl?”

“I belong to Daddy.”

Three years had passed since then and you couldn’t be happier or prouder of everything Steve had accomplished. Next Friday was supposed to be a big fight. If he won, it would lead to more eyes on him which in turn would lead to more revenue. 

“Hey, Y/N. How are you doing today, angel.”

“I’m good, Jimmy. How are you?”, you beam at his coach. 

“Oh, never better, baby. Never better.” As you climb up the ropes to hang over the ring, Steve hastily runs over to you as he pulls off one of his gloves and helps you into the area. “Do you want some gloves, missy? Give Steve here some real competition.”

You giggle as your boyfriend tilts your head up for a kiss. “God, no. He’d knock me out in a second.”

“What’s the matter, honey? Scared?”, Steve teases. 

You playfully glare at him as Jimmy brings you some gloves that are your size and places you across from him. You both do the gloved fist bump you’ve seen him do with opponents numerous times and take your stance. 

Steve smirks as you circle around each other and after a few moments you take your first swing that he swiftly blocks. Both your moves at each other are light and joking, not in any way meant to harm. 

“That’s good, baby girl. You have to twist your arm a bit more.” You concentrate as he shows you the move and once you follow through, he claps his gloves together making you smile with pride. “That’s my girl!”

You grin as you fall into his chest and he pretends to fall over bringing you down with him. 

“Let’s hope you do better than that on Friday, yeah?”, Jimmy asks as Steve nods. “Alright, I’m out of here. Harrington, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon for our last training session and talk strategy for the fight, alright?”

“Thanks, Jim!”

“You are…disgustingly sweaty.”

Steve turns his attention back to you as you lean forward to grab his wrists and remove his gloves. 

“Yet you’re still on top of me.”

“I’m doing it to hide the gigantic erection in your shorts right now.”, you whisper.

“Hey, it’s not my fault when you walk into the room, I get all hot and bothered.” Once his hands are free, he rests one on your thigh as the other comes up to caress your cheek. “Did you have a good day today?”

“I did. My boss was only half an idiot today.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to him?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure.” You grin leaning down so your lips are just above his own. “I can handle one stupid, ignorant man.”

“I know you can, sweetheart. I just hate the way he talks to you. He better hope he doesn’t say any bullshit in front of me.”

“Oh, big tough Daddy. I like it.” 

Steve smiles as his hand glides to the back of your neck and roughly brings your face closer to his. “You know you love when Daddy takes care of you.”

You bite your bottom lip as he begins grinding hips up against your own. 

“Do you wanna take care of Daddy while he takes a shower? Say it.”, he commands when you nod your head.

“I want to take care of you. Please, Daddy. Let me help you relax.”

His grin grows as you both rise to your feet and he helps you down from the ring. As soon as his feet touch the floor, he lifts you into his arms, and you giggle as he carries you into the empty locker room. 

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The night of the fight came and Steve was more than ready. You stayed by his side until exactly an hour before he was meant to exit to the ring, kissing his lips before hugging him tightly to you. 

“Good luck, baby. You got this.”

He curtly nodded as you gave him one last comforting smile. You understood he had a process and this was usually how he was before a fight. He was zoned in and prepared, ready to take on the world. 

As the ushers walked you to your seat in the front, you froze when you saw who was sitting beside you. 

“Hey, Y/N! How are you, sweetheart?”, Mrs. Harrington cooed as she got to her feet to give you a hug. 

“I’m…I’m good. What are you two doing here?”

“This is a big fight, right? I don’t know why my son didn’t invite us. ‘You can watch it on TV he says.’”, Mr. Harrington rolls his eyes.

As the announcer began to speak, you panickily looked around, trying to figure out what you should do. He never had his phone on him on nights like this and the match was about to start so you couldn’t go back to the locker room. 

Please don’t let him notice them.

Steve entered the ring with his usual bout of confidence that made you swoon. You continued to pray as you watched them introduce him and rattle off some of his stats. His eyes found yours for a moment before he looked beside you. Your heart shattered into a million pieces when you watched this version of him and the high school version have their own fight within his beautiful, brown orbs as they noticed his father. 

When his focus shifted back to you, you silently mouthed that you loved him, and again he nodded before the match finally began. 

***

Steve angrily stalked into the apartment you two shared and headed for the kitchen, grabbing a glass, and filling it with the hardest liquor there was. Your eyes carefully watched him as he moved about, finally stomping outside onto the patio, and lighting a cigarette. 

Nights after a lost match were always the worst, you never knew how he was going to behave. Sometimes he would do like he had just done and sit outside for hours smoking and drinking till he passed out on the furniture. Other times, he would take that anger out on you and you allowed it. You allowed him to be rough with you in bed till you both were fully spent. Even when he was upset, he needed to make you feel good to. 

More than anything you just hated how hard he was on himself. He always gave 110% in everything he did but it wasn’t enough for him. If he lost at something he was a failure and there was nothing you could say or do to make him feel otherwise. 

Normally, you left him to his thoughts but you couldn’t do that tonight. You knew he was in a lot of pain, not just physically but emotionally as well. Slowly, you stepped outside and tiptoed to the other chair that was next to him. 

Steve was leaning back lazily with his legs stretched all the way out as he held the cold glass to the bandage just above his eye. Occasionally, he brought the cigarette to his busted lip before dangling it back over the arm of the patio chair. 

“Baby…”

“Go away, Y/N.”

You heavily exhale as you try again. “Sweetheart, you did really well. Don’t let your dad or anyone else make you feel like you didn’t do a good job.” As you spoke, he casually got up, tossing his cigarette, and walked back inside. “There will be other fights like this one.”

“Y/N, I’m only going to say it one more time. Get…away…from…me.”

“No.” His head leaned to the side at your answer. “Baby, everything’s going to be okay.”

Steve sarcastically chuckled, taking another sip of his drink before abruptly raising his arm and violently throwing his glass against the adjacent wall. 

“You wanna play, baby girl. Let’s play. First off, fuck you. Don’t stand there and pretend like you understand anything when it comes to boxing or my job, alright? You are my girlfriend not my coach or my manager. Your job is to stand by my side and shut the fuck up while I do what I need to do.”

Oh, that’s how he wants to play tonight? He had just entered another ring and you were the challenger. He needed to spar with you and he knew you were a worthy opponent. You knew how to challenge him and you didn’t take his attitude or temper lying down. He needed you to put him in his place so he could properly put you in yours. 

“Secondly, we needed this fucking win tonight. You like this apartment, the pool, that fucking outfit you’re wearing? All of that cost money, Y/N.”

“I see…so this is all my fault? I’m the one that wants expensive things apparently? I’m not some gold-digging trophy wife, Steve. I work and I help pay for things around here. I have never once asked you to buy me anything extravagant because I don’t fucking need it. And yes, I am your girlfriend but I actually fucking listen to you when you talk. You will have more fights. If you wanted a girl who would be silent and just swipe your credit card, you should have looked somewhere else!”

He fumed as you yelled at him, his fists clenching by his side as he listened and his angry eyes never leaving yours. You pointed your finger in his face as you stepped closer to him. 

“You can blame me all you want, Steve Harrington, but you needed to win that fight for you and your fucking ego.”

“Take off your dress.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said…take off your dress. You don’t need these nice things anymore? That’s fine. I can return that and the other fancy things I bought you. Tomorrow when I wake up, I can go look for one of those studio apartments for you so you can move in there.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t need you to help me look. I can find a new Daddy on my own who won’t act like a fucking baby.”

There it is. That particular look in his eyes that tells you he’s in the right headspace. He may not look like he’s in control to any outsider looking in but you’ve been in love with his man for three years. You knew. 

You two stared at each other for a few seconds before you turned and bolted to the bedroom. You could hear him hot on your tail before he practically tackled you onto the bed. Your hands tried to push against him but he was too strong, straddling your waist as he pinned your wrists to the mattress. 

“You want to find a new Daddy? HUH?!”, he screamed in your face. “You think someone else can take care of you as well as I have?” Steve shifted your hands so he could hold them with one of his own he climbed off you and reached under your dress to bring down your panties. A couple of his fingers roughly slid into your core as he set a brutal pace. 

“Little girl always talks a big game but when we get down to it, you’re always still so fucking wet for me.” Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned, still trying to fight against hold but not wanting him to let go. You buck your hips but it just pushes him to be rougher as he curls his fingers inside of you. “There you go, baby. That’s the spot right there, right? Daddy knows. I know every fucking inch of your body and how to please you. You think anyone else can make you cum like I do?”

His palm released your wrists and quickly slid down your throat, gripping it just so between his thick fingers as he watched your eyes roll back. Your hands feebly reach for anything they can, settling on taking hold of his knee. Steve always made sure to have some part of his body near you that way if you couldn’t speak but felt like you needed to tap out you could. 

Just like with his boxing, he had rules and regimens in bed. He always wanted you to feel safe and gave you strict guidelines for how to get his attention should you need to. Three taps meant stop but right now all you were doing was grounding yourself as you focused on your own high. 

You whimpered, digging your nails into his skin as you came. While you laid there panting, he climbed over your limp frame and yanked off your dress. With hooded eyes you watched as he removed his clothes before tugging you to the edge of the mattress like a ragdoll and flipping you onto your stomach. 

His strength always amazed (and intimated) you. Being a bigger woman, you weren’t exactly light and all the men in your past never even bothered to try lifting you into their arms. When Steve did it that first night you were together, you were awe struck. More than anything, you swooned at the fact that he didn’t even hesitate; he just did it knowing he could.

The first time you questioned him about it he looked at you like you were speaking gibberish. 

“Honey, you’re not heavy.”

“Uh oh, I think you’ve been hit one too many times. You’re going blind.”, you giggle.

Steve grinned slightly before his face got serious. “Y/N, just because past relationships couldn’t handle a beautiful woman like you doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

“I know. I just…no one’s ever even bothered to try and lift me let alone everything else we do.”

He stepped forward and lifted your chin with his fingers. “You have a real man now, baby. You and your curves don’t scare me.”

You smile, lifting up on your toes to kiss his lips. “You don’t scare me either.”

His rough, calloused hands lifted your hips and spread your ass cheeks apart before his palm came down hard as he spanked you. You moaned when you felt him spit into your cunt before aggressively breaching your entrance with his cock. 

“Daddy!”

Steve’s arm came into view beside you as you felt him hover over you and begin rolling his hips. 

“You want to act like a fucking brat, I can…I can treat you like one.”, he grunted. “No more fucking dinners, fa-fancy clothes, fucking nothing! You—f-fuck—can just be Daddy’s toy. Huh? At least until you find your new Daddy who’s not a fucking baby.”

His fingers gripped your hair as he stood up and thrust into you so hard the bed shook underneath you.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he continually hit all the right places inside of you, overwhelming your senses. Tears began streaking your face as you felt the warmth build in your tummy again. He really was the only man that knew how to satisfy you. 

He noticed your lips moving but couldn’t hear what you were saying. Steve’s palm smacked your ass as he yanked you to your knees till your back was against his now sweaty chest. 

“What’s the rule?”, he growled “If you’re talking I…I need to fucking hear you. What were you saying?” When you don’t answer, he stops pumping into you before reaching down to pinch your clit between his fingers making you whine and try to pull away from him. “Answer me, little girl.”

Your head lazily falls back on his shoulder as you continue to cry. The hand that was in your hair loops around to your chin, turning your lips to his as he softly placed a kiss on them. 

“I love…you… Just want…you.”, you panted out as best you could. 

Steve released your nub from his grasp and wrapped his arm around you stomach as he began thrusting into you again. 

“Cum, baby. Cum for Daddy.” You laid your arms over his own, clinging to him as your body spasmed and you did as he commanded. “That’s my girl. Fuck… my beautiful girl.”

As he chased his high, you continued to try and whisper things in his ear. 

“MY…Daddy. No one could…make me…feel this good. I’m…oh my god… so proud of you, baby. Please…cum, Daddy. I need…need it.”

His hips began to sputter and he grips you tightly as he roughly pumps his release inside of you. You both were still like that for a while, trying to catch your breath as he held you. 

“I’m going to pull out now, ok?”, he whispered.

“Okay, Daddy.”

You winced as he cooed softly, placing feathery light kisses on your skin as he praised you. He detached from you for moment; long enough for you to hear the shower turn on before he was back by your side and lifting you into his arms. 

Steve wasted no time taking care of you as he cleaned your body and washed your hair. 

“I DO listen to you when you talk. One of the things I love about you is how passionate you about boxing. I remember in school you always seemed like, I don’t know, you were coasting by. On our first date, you told me about the maneuvers and explained things to me.”, you smile as you continued. “Your hands were moving a mile a minute and your eyes lit up. It was amazing.”

His fingers lightly gripped your shoulders as he turned you to face him. “I may not know everything about it, Steve, but I know you. I know there will be another fight and I know you’re going to win because you are the most dedicated man I’ve ever met. You’re not going to stop until you get where you want to be.”

He pulled you into his arms, pressing your cheek to his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you and said all that stuff. I don’t really feel that way. I was just upset.”

“I know, baby.”

After turning off the water, he quickly grabs a towel, drying you both and guiding you back to bed. Steve grabs his boxers and throws one of his big, baggy shirts over your head making you laugh. 

“I love that you speak your mind and challenge me. Hell, if you hadn’t done that in school, I never would have gotten into boxing.”

“I’m so proud of you, Steve. I really am. Whether you win or lose, buy me fancy things or give me gifts from the dollar store…” Your smile grows as he laughs and kneels down in front of you, laying his head on your thighs as you gently pet his head. “I’m always going to be in your corner.”

[luveline]

Hi Jade!! 💛💛 Omg obsessed with soulmate prince Steve au 🥰. Every au you write is perfection Can I request a scenario in which prince Steve actually witnesses someone say something to her about how she’s not good enough for the prince and how he’d react to that/ reassure her?

prince!steve au ♡ fem, 1.2k

Your palatial bedroom is a gem to the eye. You've a huge window from which gauzy orange light seeps, the golden hour of your twentieth day coming to an end. Soon, night will be upon you, and with the night comes Prince Steven. Or, as he prefers, Steve.  

He spends the days battling his overbearing mother and her team of 'professional shitheads' as the wedding fast approaches, advocating for you where you can't. You may be his soul mate, but your lack of royal blood means you've no choice in any of their plans. You hadn't been allowed to choose your dress, your vows, or even your jewellery. 

Well, originally. "It's your wedding," Steve had said, giving your hand a reassuring hold, "not just mine, and definitely not theirs. You'll be allowed to wear, and say, and do whatever you want. I'm lucky you agreed to marry me at all." 

You don't regret agreeing to marry him, but it wasn't what you pictured. He didn't propose, and you aren't in love. Your soul marks assure you that one day you will be. The volume of their light and how restless they become around the other evidences a mutual attraction if nothing else, and the rosy hue they take when you touch spares nothing. 

A mutual crush doesn't normally mean you'd marry someone, though. But it isn't exactly unheard of in your culture either. Soul mates are soul mates —it's on the tin. 

Why wait to get married when you know you'll fall in love for life? 

Maybe because that love is extremely daunting, a little voice says at the back of your head. Because Steve is still a stranger. 

An acquaintance might be more accurate. If he continues to be so dramatically nice you might skip friendship altogether, your stomach a heat at the memory of his hand on your chin and the subtle warmth of his gaze as he laid your doubts to rest. You worried to him that you couldn't be a Princess, and while he hadn't shared the sentiment, others do. 

You leave the haven of your room in hopes of a glass of juice and a tonic for your headache (all you've done for days is grind your teeth), and become turned around looking for the kitchens 

"She is so boringly normal. I thought the Prince would have a special soul mate, is that stupid? I thought she'd be gorgeous, or smart, or talented at something, like piano." The servant hits her racket against the rug with a laugh. "She's just one of us. Lucky bitch." 

Which isn't the worst of it. Not truly offensive. You're nothing special, and if you didn't know it already, finding your soulmate cemented it. 

This bit hurts, though. "She's surprisingly ugly, I thought," says the other servant. "Imagine when they project their engagement photos in the central city. That is not a face you want to see in sixteen k." 

Your head bumps into the alcove wall with surprise as a throat clears. The servants look up in tandem, to your horror, seeing you standing in the shade like a creeper, but they see straight past you. You follow their gaze. 

"That's not fair or appropriate, is it?" Steve asks, in his strange princely tone. "The future princess is just as beautiful as you ladies, but she has a much nicer attitude, yeah?" 

Steve puts his hand on your shoulder and walks you away. You feel like you're in trouble, being marched by the class warden to the principal's office.

He stops you in the cool stone walkway that leads from the garden. You can smell the kitchen you'd been looking for, the buttery smell of capers and brewing edelweiss tea on the breeze. The night dawns, sconces with teal and lime light painting his skin baby blue. 

"Sorry I didn't sanction them. I think that the anxiety that I'm gonna tell on them does more than the actual–" Steve stops short. "Hey, are you crying?" 

You're not crying, but you may be a little sniffly. You turn your head away from him and he pulls it right back, his lips parted in shock. 

"You don't believe them," he says incredulously.

The stress in your life these last few weeks has been akin to a tightrope walker, and the insults (the embarrassment, knowing he heard) are a strong wobble. 

"Sorry," you say, your lips barely parted. You try to look away from him but his hand is steadfast on your cheek. 

It's so odd to be treated with tenderness by someone you don't really know. His soul mark burns a muted pinky-red at the pulse of his wrist. It's genuine affection, even if you feel like you don't deserve it. 

"I'm sorry," he says. "Maybe I should go back and have them do domestic duties for the week."

"No, I'm being stupid. They don't have to think I'm pretty–" 

"Well, they should, but that's not really what happened… Why are you down here? I was looking for you." 

"You were?" you ask. 

"I usually am. I tried to get out of fencing but they wouldn't let me leave," he explains, his hand moving up your face in little grabs, almost as though he's checking you over for injury. Eyes held, Steve smiles at you encouragingly. "Why were you down here?" 

"To get something to drink," you say. 

"And you didn't want to ask one of the ten people waiting desperately for you to need something?" he asks with a laugh, dropping his hand from your face. The phantom of it remains, heat in the shape of his fingers pressed into your cheek.

"It feels weird." 

"You can call for me instead and I could get you a drink. Just until you know where the kitchen is. Or I can make you a map." 

"A map," you say, biting back a smile. 

"Is that funny?" 

"No…" 

Steve curls a hand behind your shoulder. "We're not gonna get along," he says, his tone suggesting wildly otherwise. "I can tell. Let's get you that drink, okay?" 

"Okay. Sorry for, um, getting all emotional on you." 

"'In good times and bad,'" he says. Your heart doesn't leap, it springs from your chest. He's a prince, and he's beautiful, and now he's throwing wedding vows at you like it's nothing? 

You smile at your shoes all the way to the kitchens, where Steve ushers you in front of him to go first, and says in your ear, "For the record, I'm personally super excited to see you on the holo screens, but I don't think it's gonna compare to the real thing." He directs you by the waist gently, a twin of the way he'd held you in your engagement photos. Deft hand nestled against the fat of your hip, blue silk of your ceremonial kissing your thighs. You'd felt really pretty, if only because he touched you without hesitation. "You are the farthest thing from ugly I've ever seen." 

[universtvrs]

Pairings: Mdom!Steven, Fsub!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), Angst, No condom, Msub to Mdom Steven, Oral (F receiving), PIV sex

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You looked at the clock. It read “1:07 AM.” Where the hell is he? You said to yourself. Steven said he would be home by 10 since he had to work the late shift. Usually he would call or text you if he had to work later than said.

After about ten more minutes you decide to pick up your phone to call him. As soon as you pressed “Call” you can hear a familiar ring tone at the door, following a sound of keys jingling. When you hang up the phone you look up to see your boyfriend; Steven.

“Hey love!” He says with that dumb smile of his. You almost can’t help but immediately smile back at him. But you’re upset. Upset because he didn’t let you know where he was or that he was gonna be out later, and it really made you worried. He instantly notices your mood and drops his bags at the door and walks to the couch.

“Everything alright? D-did I do somethin’?” He inquired as he falls to his knees cupping your face in his hands. "Darling are you okay?"

You look at him then look away, pushing his hands away while your at it. You rise up off the couch to make your way to you guys' shared bedroom. His eyes follow your frame and he stands to come after you like a lost dog.

As you both sit down on the bed he asks you again:

"Are you alright? Please answer me. I just wanna know if I did anythin’ wrong.”

"Yes, everything's fine." You reply in a monotone voice. Sure sometimes Steven was oblivious but he wasn't stupid. He knows not everything is fine even when you say it. Especially if its in a tone like that.

"No. No it’s not. Can't you just tell me?"

"Can't you just leave me alone?" After those words slip out of your mouth you instantly regret it. "Oh." Is all he says before standing back up and walking to the kitchen.

Shit. Shit! You didn't mean to say that. You'd never want to hurt Steven like that. Especially if he actually didn't know what he did wrong. He's very new to relationships and doesn't understand the things he should or should not do fully. It’s not his fault.

“Steven!” You call out to him. But he just keeps walking to the couch, trying his best to ignore you. As soon as you get close enough, you grab his shoulder and turn him towards you. His eyes are filled with sorrow.

Normally he just looks tired from work but now he looks just plain tired.

You cup his face into your hands smoothing his skin with your thumbs. He falls to his knees to the floor almost sobbing. “I-I’m so sorry. I’m a terrible boyfriend. I don’t even know what I did to make you upset my love.” He says as he starts to put his head down.

“No. No you’re not. I shouldn’t have said that to you. I should have just told you what’s wrong. You’re perfect, alright?”

He looks into your eyes and nods his head as he lets out a simple “alright.”

After a moment of silence he starts to look at your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own. You get his hint and thats when both of your lips crash together. Tongues fighting each other and soon the room is filled with his groans and your moans.

He grabs onto your waist pulling you onto his lap as he lays his back against the couch. He sucks air through his teeth from the contact. You can feel him get hard underneath you. The noises he’s making just makes you unbelievably wet. “Fuck Steven…”

“Aw… you like the way my cock feels under you darling? Now… imagine how it’s gonna feel inside you.” These things he’s saying are enough to make you cum alone. He’s slowly rutting into you, making you moan and whimper on top of him. Steven grabs your waist even harder, possibly leaving marks, as he starts to grind you down on top of him.

Both of your mouths are slightly parted. “My god.. just like that pretty girl, fuck.” He says as his eyebrows start to furrow. “Keep doin’ that for me baby, cmon you got it…”

“S-steven stop teasing.” You whine, rolling your head back, giving him access to your neck. He starts leaving a trail of bite marks along your collarbone and then soothing them with his tongue. “Don’t be so eager. I wanna take my time with you sweet girl.”

He lifts you up off the floor and puts you on your back on the couch. “I wanna make you feel good. Can I do that?”

“Yes… yes anything.” You pant out, barely even able to get a full sentence out.

He faces your cunt, breathing out onto you, making you shiver at the contact with the cold air. He slowly takes off the shorts you have on. He’s moving agonizingly slow which makes you groan out. “Sh..shh… be patient my love.”

He leaves small kisses at your soaked underwear. Then moves them over to the side. He swipes his tongue over your slit making you writhe beneath him. “More. Ple-… Please.”

“Anything you want.” He says right before diving into you like a starving man. He’s focusing on your clit, wanting to make sure he does the best for you. He wants to make you feel good. And that’s all he’s gonna worry about right now. He leaves small kisses every now and then, inserting his tongue while his hands spread your legs giving him better access to your soaked cunt.

He looks up at you while he’s eating you out, then comments, “Shit… all this for me baby? Fuck, you taste so good. Could eat you all night… You’d like that wouldn’t you?” His words are just slipping out like he doesn’t think before he speaks. But oh, fuck does he know what to say.

He almost hesitantly brings down his fingers to tease you. Then, unhurriedly slips in his middle and ring finger deep into you. He curls them into the right spot. Making you moan so loud you’re pretty sure your voice might be hoarse tomorrow.

Steven instantly puts his other hand over your mouth, trying to keep you as silent as possible. “Stay quiet for me please?” he says in a hushed tone.

Sure he’s not experienced with relationships, but he knows your body and how to pleasure you. As he removes his hand he puts it on top of your stomach to keep you still. “Go ahead, let go baby… cum for me.” His praise pushes you over the edge as you enjoy the pure bliss he gives you with his mouth and fingers.

The only thing you can hear throughout the room is your pants. As you try to catch your breath from the orgasm you just had.

“Fuck I love you.” As he leans up to kiss you, you see his face is covered in your slick. When your mouths crash together you can taste yourself on him. Steven reaches down to unbuckle his belt and for some reason it makes your stomach turn. Thinking about him deep inside you. Hearing his moans in your ear as he comes close to his orgasm.

As Steven pulls his boxers down, he lines himself up with your entrance, slowly sliding in, inch by inch. He bottoms out with a low groan. “Shi-it… you feel so good. So fuckin’ t-tight and wet all for me baby…” He puts his face into your neck starting off with slow thrusts. Then he pics up the pace, not too slow, but not too fast.

You ball your hands into his shirt. His voice is getting higher in pitch and his thrusts are getting faster and deeper. He has one hand on your hip and one on the small of your back.

“Oh.. baby ‘m gonna- gonna cum.” You try your best to cry out.

“Me too love- oh sh-shit.” Is the last thing you hear Steven say before he lets out a moan of ecstasy. You can feel him cum inside of you and his whole body gives out on top of you.

The room is still filled with the sound of you both trying to catch your breaths. “So… you gonna tell me why you were mad at me darling?”

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[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

Pt. 4

She's in the back of the car. Steve and Robin in the front seat and Dustin placed next to her. His eyes searing a hole in the side of her head. It's uncomfortably quiet.

"Wow this is weird right guys? I mean does anyone know what's going on? I sure don't hahaha. Though she did talk to me first so maybe I know more than you guys. So-"

"Rob. Enough ok?" Steve interrupts "let's wait till we get to Wheelers for the full interrogation"

The silence is back.

Dustin pokes a bony finger into her side.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I don't know I was trying to see if you'd explode or something! We haven't dealt with this before!"

"Henderson stop it!"

"It's called the scientific method Steven! Ever heard of it?!?!"

"I swear to god I will turn this car around so fast-"

Lydia's giggles stop them in their track.

"Sorry it's just...nice to see..."

The car pulls into the driveway of the house she used to spend Thanksgivings in. Her parents would only come to Hawkins for holidays to see the rest of the party.

She sees a couple of cars she recognizes from old photos, a few cars, a beat up van.

She is led through the house with the other three surrounding her, maybe to stop her from running. When she starts the descend down the stairs to the basement she hears loud familiar chatter.

They're all there. Everyone. Way younger than she knows them but family all the same. They stare at her and all chatter stops.

"What the fuck?" Mike asks.

"Mike!"

"What!? It's weird! Was anyone else not expecting a person to come down the stairs? I mean did anyone take Steve's code red of 'help woman in wedding dress ran away from me' seriously I mean it's Steve It's not like he has the best luck with women." He says in a monotone voice.

This starts a new wave of arguments either defending or agreeing with the statement.

"That's enough!" Nancy shouts. She points at Lydia, "sit!"

Lydia sits down as fast as she can. Nancy's tone familiar to her through all the years she helped raise her.

"Explain." She looks dangerous. Lydia knows she keeps weapons around. She hopes she doesn't have to see them through first hand experience.

"I can't. I don't know what I'm allowed to say...I've seen too many movies."

"What does that mean?" Will's voice chimes in from the side.

"I was taken away from my family," she starts to tear up again. "God I can't stop crying today can't I haha" she shows them a watery smile. "I believe I was sent here to prevent a tragedy from occurring and to help you finally defeat Vecna."

A gasp is heard ringing around the room. More yelling happens and she starts to disassociate.

"Hey," a soft voice rings out. She comes back to the present to be face to face with the eyes she's longed to see the most. Eddie has a hand on her shoulder, in his other hand he has a pile of clothes.

"I thought you might want to change out of that dress yeah? I stopped at home and grabbed some of my old clothes. Super worn in super comfy." She chokes back a sob. "I don't know what that reaction was for earlier and I couldn't imagine what you've been through so I thought this could be like a peace offering."

She sends a smile his way and nods.

"I'll go change," she heads up the stairs without being told where to go and comes back down in a band tee and some old sweatpants. Her guitar pick necklace is visible and she feels at home.

She heads back down and stops before she's fully visible listening to their gossip.

"I'm just saying it's weird she knew where to go."

"What like she's been spying on us and decided to memorize the floorplan of the house? You're so stupid."

"She told me she was from the future."

"Right and we're just gonna believe her?"

She clears her throat. All the attention being brought back to her. Eddie gives her a smile.

"You put her in those? She looks like you." Steve says judgement clear in his tone.

"It's not my fault you don't know fashion Harrington."

"Yeah Harrington," Lydia repeats back. Grin wide on her face. "This is peak fashion."

"While I'm loving this bonding," Robin interrupts. "Can we actual start discussing now? I feel like my bones are gonna pop out of my skin soon."

"Ok!" Lydia claps her hands together. "Where to begin."

She fills them on everything that's happened since she landed on the couch fielding questions here and there.

"So you were at your wedding?" She gets a little sad at this question.

"Yeah I wonder if they even know I'm missing. I wonder if times stopped. If they're looking for me. God I miss him."

Dustin has a confused frown on his face. "Well you came to us...so are we in your future?"

She smiles at that, "if I'm able to tell you. Yeah most of you are."

His frown turns into a wide grin, "oh my god are you marrying one of us?! You asked for steve right after you came here that must be it! I can finally stop pushing you towards Robin since it obviously worked!"

She gags. She can't help it.

"I'm sorry that's just so ridiculous." She's giggling now. Steve sends her a confused look back but shrugs his shoulders in understanding.

"I feel the same way, it's like since I met you I felt like I had to protect you, like you were one of the kids."

She grins brightly at him. "Thank you, I take that as an honor."

She continues filling them in on everything she knows about the Upside Down. Everything she remembers hearing about their plan and everything that went wrong. There's one detail she's leaving out.

"You feel like us," Eleven states. She looks around at everyone else. "She feels like the party."

Lydia looks at El in fear. Scared she'll say what she's so desperate for them not to find out. "Do you know?"

"I will have to take a closer look."

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They're sitting in the middle of the room together, everyone else scattered in a circle surrounding them.

"Ok, think of your past."

Lydia is plunged into a darkness she's never experienced before. The floor has water all over it. She doesn't like it. She turns around in search of El.

"I see it. I see what you are hiding. It will be ok."

She's brought back to the present.

"I know how to defeat Henry."

Lydia is filled with a sense of dread. If it all goes wrong she can't live through it again.

"In 1990 I am born." She starts off with. "In 1995 Vecna strikes again. I'm from 2015."

"Wait," Dustin interrupts. "So we beat him? We win?. Then what are we fixing?"

She turns pale.

"You are my family...you all had a hand in raising me. There are...casualties in this battle." She chokes a little on the last word.

The room gets silent.

"Right." Nancy is the first to speak. "Well that won't happen this time." Her tone is serious. "Let's make a plan."

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Lydia is placed in Nancy's room while the others discuss what they could change. She's sitting on her bed flipping through whatever book is closest to her when there's a knock on the door.

"Come in" she says quietly.

Eddie sneaks in, it's the quietest she's seen him in a long time.

"It's me right?" His eyes look doubtful. "That's why you can't look at me, you're seeing a ghost."

"I-I can't say anything you know that."

"Well that answers my question-"

"No you don't understand! I care about you too much to mess anything up! I don't understand the butterfly effect at all!"

"Why!" He's screaming now. "Why do you care about me!?!!!"

"I can't"

"Tell me!"

"Because you're my father Eddie!" She says it like it's bitter in her mouth. "Are you happy now? I probably just sealed everyone's doom. I'm going for a walk." She storms past him, unable to see his pale shocked face.

She walks right into a body.

"Woah hey," Steve is holding onto her shoulders. "What's going on where are you going?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"Not by yourself you're not."

"Why you don't trust me not to run away again!" She's yelling now.

"What? I just- we don't even know you."

She huffs at that. "Exactly, you don't know me and you don't trust me. So let me go!"

Whatever frozen state Eddie was in seems to have worn off.

"Lydia!" He screams, getting closer to her. "Wait!"

"Ok you want to go with me go with me just get me out of here." She grips Steve's arm and pulls him out the door.

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AN: Yay father daughter bonding next chapter!!!!! Fun fact: my dad and I only got to bond while taking neighborhood walks or sitting in cars together.

Who says I can't post two chapters in one day! I had a lot of ideas 😇😈

Don't forget to interact I LIVE for it :)

Tag list: @tinyplanet95

[madbadash]

Hey Ash! I was wondering if you could fill some of your OCs in this chart?

Thank you for this Teefies, this took over my day, both because it was fun and I didn't have headshots for Jessie and Jett so they got drawn today 😊😊😊😊

The masterpiece!!! This took way too long but also it was very fun

An explanation under the read more.

Dylan is absolutely crying, he hasn't really experienced horror and the jumpscares would get him SO fucking bad. Ryan and Tom are not crying but they are so scared, literally shivering in their seats. having an awful time, do not the beans Jett is crying but will not admit it AT ALL. Crying is for Pansys, He's not a pansy!! He jumps out of his seat so many times, cept for Vampire movies, those he's chill with, considering he is one now.

Purity and Vic both are like "i'll be fine! it's just a movie!!" and then are actively making the experience worse via paranoia. They keep imagining where the jumpscares are so vividly that the FAKE jumpscare they MADE UP scares them. Clem's not a fan of horror movies at all, she's both screaming because she's scared and because she's yelling at the characters for being stupid. You would think That Daisy would be the scared one and Jessie the Brave but nooooooo. Scary movies spook him soooooo baaaaaadddd. He is hugging Daisy or whatever friend is watching this with him as a comfort blanket.

Cypress is not scared, he's admiring practical effects and the like film making stuff. He loves looking at the scenery and trying to guess if it's a built set or if it's on Location. Bonnie is very scared, movies where the killer is stalking the victims get her the worst, that's usually when she'd get vocal, she deals with that a lot and it gets her paranoia really bad. She would HATE the Strangers. Echo is not scared. She thinks most horror movies are cheesy, the jumpscares get her sometimes, but she doesn't usually leave with a sense of dread. Sam is Scared but refuses to let anyone think they are, that's why they're so silent, they usually get nightmares afterward though

Steven is so fucking lost. As a Father, he is required to walk up in the middle of a movie and stand there with his arms crossed. He is not sitting down, and he keeps asking you "who's that?" "are they good?" "oh okay" and then completely misunderstand what you just told him. He does this with EVERY movie. Not just horror Hunter is just kinda half paying attention so he pretty often asks questions, usually right before a jumpscare, It's like he can sense them, he can't, it's just bad luck Arche is also SO fucking lost. if he and Steven are watching a horror movie together do not expect to enjoy it. They are having a Socratic seminar right next to you trying to understand what the hell is happening. Arche's smoke words keep accidentally blocking your vision. Alvin somehow knows whats happening and doesn't at the same time. Usually, the editing fucks her up. She asks where a character is and that character is dead. 15 minutes into a horror guess who the killer is movie she guesses who the killer is and gets it right. nobody knows how she does it.

Jamie is pretty self-explanatory. They kill people, they like when the people in the movie are killed. they used to HATE horror though. It took a lot of exposure for them to get to the point they are at though Darrell often hates the characters. He just does, he doesn't give a shit about them at all, so when they die he cheers. Lev is the EXACT same as Jamie, Often gives her ideas, which is bad but hey, am I gonna stop them? no. No i am not Lilyis is kinda like Cypress, She is hella curious about how they are doing this. She likes seeing both people die and the behind the scenes info of how they did that. AKA she's a Dead Meat fan

[gothicgaycowboy]

an extra hand

relationship therapist!Eddie Munson x f!reader x husband!Steve Harrington

word count: 5.5k

summary: after being married for three years you and Steve have been struggling with your relationship (particularly the physical side) and decided to get an expert in the mix.

Warnings: 18+ no minors, a threesome (duh), sub reader, m/m action, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, use of pet names, dirty talk, daddy kink, one spank, very inappropriate use of a therapist, pull out method, slight marriage angst, mentions of bisexual reader, no use of y/n.

A/N: this is very briefly proof read because I wanted to get it out before I go on my vacation, so sorry for any mistakes I may have made. hope you enjoy<3

Steve was the perfect boyfriend. He adored you like no one else had ever done before. Taking you out on romantic dates almost every week, looking after you when you were sick, and most importantly he got along well with your friends.

When you had first gotten together you remember them warning you of the reputation Steve had, of course you defended that he was no longer that person. You were so grateful to have met him after his whole ‘King Steve’ phase had ended. He often repeated the phrase to you that if he were ever to return to his old ways you had his full permission to slap him.

The more your friends watched you together the more supportive they became. Even going as far as placing bets on when the wedding would be. And as it would turn out it was much sooner than they imagined.

After a mere two years of dating Steve proposed. You had spent most of the day in bed, soaking in the sunlight that peaked from behind the curtains when it hit him, he needed to ask you now. Steve could never be sure what it was about that day, but something about watching you lie peacefully in his arms just told him he didn’t want to spend another moment without you as his wife.

Those were the days.

If only you knew how soon things would begin to go downhill.

It started out with the wedding planning. Since Steve had been busy picking up extra shifts at work so all the planning was left to you. Everything was so expensive and you definitely didn’t have enough money to hire an actual wedding planner to do it all for you. The day that was said to be the most important of your life was starting to look like the most stressful, and with no Steve to rely on you spiraled quickly.

After 2 straight months of watching you stress Steve decided to intercept, insisting you just skip out on the whole traditional wedding and elope instead. Thus your first big fight was born. “Elope…? Elope, Steven?” You only called him Steven when you were pissed. “You think I’ve spent two months picking through affordable venues, dealing with your family who hate me, and researching what flowers go with what themes – with no help from you by the way – just for you to decide it’s too much and want to suddenly elope?”

He could almost see the anger radiating from you. “Hey, now you know that is not fair. I would be here helping you everyday if I didn't have to work.” Steve tried his best to sound calm despite feeling defensive.

“I work too Steve,” your voice began to raise, “Seven hours and then I come home only to work more so that we can have this stupid wedding!” You could feel your emotions getting the best of you and you didn’t know how to stop it.

“Oh so the wedding is stupid now, huh? Then why don't we just call it off then!” The words left Steve's lips before he could even think twice about it.

The brunette boy watched as your face morphed from anger to sadness. “W-what?” your voice shook.

An instant wave of regret washed over him. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry I didn’t mea-” he was cut off by you.

“Fuck you Steve,” You ran off to your bedroom before Steve could stop you, locking the door behind you.

Your fiance waited outside the bedroom door for 3 hours, knocking occasionally to see if you would respond but the only thing he could hear was your sniffling. Nausea bubbled in Steve's stomach knowing that he was the one who made you cry. He was supposed to be the one to comfort you in moments of turmoil, not make them worse.

Four hours later you finally realized you needed to leave your room, if not to hear Steve out then to at least use the bathroom. Opening the door you saw him huddled down where the door once was. As soon as he noticed the wood was no longer holding him up he stood to come face to face with you. “Hi,” your voice was barely audible.

Steve almost began to tear up to see that you weren’t making eye contact with him. “Hi baby, can we sit down and talk, please?”

You nodded your head briefly, “Sure,”

Following behind Steve you took a seat on the brown leather couch across from him. “I just need you to know I didn’t mean what I said at all. I got defensive when you called the wedding stupid and I know that doesn’t excuse what I said in the slightest but I was upset and when I'm upset I tend to say dumb shit without thinking. I shouldn’t have taken out my anger on you and I really am fucking sorry sweetheart.” Steve rambled but you could tell by the crease of concern in his eyebrows he was being sincere.

“So does that mean you still want to marry me?” your voice waved with insecurity.

Your fiance's eyes softened at your words. He reached for the hand that you were fidgeting with in your lap, taking it into his own. “Are you kidding me baby? I want to marry you so bad it makes me look stupid – well stupider than I usually look.”

A smile broke free on your face at his joke. “You’re not stupid Stevie,” you crawled closer to him, nearly seated in his lap. “You should know that by now.”

“Well I guess I can’t disagree with the smartest woman I know,” he teased.

You caved to his cheesy one liner, pulling him into a hug. No matter what happened it always felt good to be completely surrounded by him. Your fiance.

Steve murmured his next words into the crook of your neck, “You know I only suggested eloping because I was worried about you, right? I know you have been working really hard on the wedding planning but I just hate seeing you so stressed.”

“I know, I’m sorry for getting so defensive about it.”

“No, hey I get it, you don't need to apologize. Whatever you want to do I will support you one hundred percent.” His hands moved to massage up and down the expanse of your back.

“Y’know what,” you exhaled, pulling out of the hug. “Fuck it let’s do it.”

Steve's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Do what?”

“Let’s elope, screw the big fancy wedding. As long as I have you I’m the happiest woman in the world.”

Steve smiled softly at you, wrapping his arms around the back of your neck. “You really mean that?”

You leaned in, your nose meeting Steve’s. “Of course I do.”

Tucking yourself into bed that night your mind was finally at ease thinking that would be the end of your problems– at least for a while. But in reality that was just the start of it all.

It wasn’t like your relationship transformed into a brawling cage match all of a sudden. You had your honeymoon, which consisted of spending time locked away in Steve's family cabin christening every surface of the house with sex.

You lived in bliss for a few weeks before it was clear that was not how your lives would stay. Moving in together created more problems than anticipated.

Steve wasn’t a complete slob but he definitely didn’t live up to your standards of cleanliness. It was also abundantly clear he grew up rich, never bothering to think about washing dishes or dusting unless you asked him to. He did learn eventually that there was no magic being living in your cupboards to do these things for him and start pitching in which you were thankful for. But this was small potatoes compared to everything else.

You two had never been adults together. Technically sure you started dating at the age of maturity but that didn’t make you adults. You both lived at home with part time jobs and friends you still hung out with from high school. You had responsibilities but not enough they took over all your free time, now you were lucky if you had enough time to sit down and have dinner together. Paying for rent at your own place meant full time jobs and almost none of your days off matched up.

Worst of all you started to feel neglected, and not just romantically. You understood how busy and exhausted you both were after a long day, and the last thing you needed was a night on the town, but your sex was starting to feel stale. Steve never failed to get the job done but it really was starting to feel like a job. You didn’t experiment and anytime you suggested something new he either shot you down or said he was too tired for all that.

You began to wonder if maybe this was all your fault. Were you not sexy to him anymore? Did you need to try harder? Maybe buy some new lingerie with money you couldn’t afford to spend? It felt like you two were a sad old married couple in your early twenties. It was pathetic.

All these things mixed together felt like too much a boulder to carry around with you forever so you decided to share your solution with Steve. “A shrink for sex?”

You exhaled aggressively through your nostril at his tone. “Do you really have to say it like that? First of all it’s a sex and relationship therapist, they help with all kinds of things, not just sex, and second of all I’m just saying things have clearly changed around here for the worse and it wouldn’t kill us to get an outside opinion.”

You could see the cogs turning in all the wrong directions in Steve’s mind. “So I’m not good enough for you anymore is that it?”

“How is that what you take away from all I’ve said?” You had to fight your voice from getting louder. “We can’t even agree anymore on how to get help, that’s how much we need this.” Steve’s shoulders shrunk down, the look of frustration was replaced by a sadness in his eyes. You walked over to wear he was seated on the couch, reaching to pull his hands into your as you sunk down onto the floor below him, making eye contact with your husband.

“You can’t say you haven’t noticed it too. I love you Steve, more than anybody has ever loved anyone, but everyone needs extra help sometimes and for us I think the best thing to do would be to get it over with now rather than wait for it to ruin all that we’ve worked for.” Tears started filling your eyes at the truth in your words. That was your real fear, losing Steve forever.

His head nodded lightly, rubbing the skin of your right hand with the pad of his thumb. “I’m sorry I know, these past few years have been shitty to both of us. I just feel like going to get help is just going to make me feel worse, like this is all my fault.”

“Oh Steve, that’s exactly why we need this.” You shook his hands lightly in your own. “I've been sitting around blaming myself for all our problems and the only way to stop thinking this way is by getting a professional to help us.”

Steve exhales with defeat.“You’re right. I don’t wanna risk losing you over all these little things.”

Ease filled your body at his agreement with your proposal. “Thank you.”

A few moments of silence passed by, each of you wiping away tears and rubbing your noses.

“This guy isn’t gonna ask me the size of my dick or anything, right?” If there was one thing Steve was great at it was lightning the mood.

“No Steve, I don’t think a trained professional is going to ask you how big your dick is.”

“Good, I wouldn’t want him to feel emasculated by me or anything.”

You rolled your eyes despite the giggles falling from your lips. “Alright, don’t get cocky now.”

From your spot in the comfortable waiting room chair you took in the sight of the walls which were decorated with pastel abstract paintings. You had never been to a therapist's office before but from what you’d seen in movies and tv it was pretty standard.

The night after your last argument you both sat down and flipped through the phonebook, looking at all the possible options for couples therapy before settling on this one, Munson and associates. It was a relatively small office with five separate trained professionals and you found out that Dr.Munson was the one who specialized in couples/sex therapy.

“Mr and Mrs Harrington?” The pretty receptionist called making both your and Steve’s head turn. Your husband pulls your hand into his lap. “He’s ready for you.”

Initially you were a bit hesitant about having a male therapist, worrying he would side with Steve about everything and leave you in the dust, but you realized this was a profoundly stupid thought. There were no sides to take, and just because he's a man doesn’t mean he will only agree with your husband.

The office was located at the end of a long hallway. Entering the doorway you were barely able to comprehend the decor before you were distracted by the gorgeous man sitting in a large leather chair seated opposite a couch made for two. His hair was shoulder length, long brown curls cascading all the way down to his perfect jaw. Big brown eyes surrounded by round, thin, silver framed glasses. He was wearing a white button down shirt (it looked one or two sizes too small to you) and black slacks that showed off the massive bul –

“Baby? This is Doctor Munson.” Steve cut off your train of thought. Steve, your husband, who you love. God, what the hell was wrong with you?

You shook yourself out of disgusting thoughts long enough to notice the man you were previously ogling had stood up to shake your hand. “Sorry Doctor, I must still be tired. It’s nice to meet you.” You reached for his open hand.

He laughed it off, returning the handshake with a firm grasp. “That’s alright, and please just call me Eddie.” You found yourself being sucked into his soft gaze. You didn't know anyone could have bigger puppy eyes than Steve. “Take a seat.” He extended his arm, gesturing to the couch on the opposite side of the dark wood coffee table.

Your body moved without you guiding it, shrinking into the brown leather, thigh to thigh with Steve – your beautiful Steve. In all your years together you had never been compelled to leer at anyone else, Steve had taken up one hundred percent of your attention – even through your recent rough patch, so what the hell was so special about this guy?

Eddie pulled out a small notepad from the desk next to him. “So, tell me what brings you here?”

“Long story,” Steve starts, “Basically we've been married for three years now and things are all just piling up on us. We haven’t had really good sex in months.”

“Steve!” You chastised his bluntness, cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“No this is helpful,” Eddie chimed in, scribbling notes with his pen. “Go on Steve, what do you mean by really good sex?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, it just feels like there’s something missing lately.”

You let out an irritated huff at his words. “I’m not taking the blame for that one. I’ve been trying to suggest different ways to spice things up and he always shoots me down like it’s the worst idea he’s ever heard.”

“Please speak to Steve when addressing your concerns you have with him.” Eddie corrected, it sent a strange tingle down your spine the way his tone changed.

“I never said it was your fault,” Your husband rubbed at his temples. “And I don’t say no because I think they’re bad ideas, I say no because I’m exhausted.”

“Then maybe don’t fuck me when you’re exhasted Steve! It’s like I’m a goddamn chore for you to take care of before you pass out.” The all too familiar expression of guilt passed by your husband's features. “How do you think that makes me feel, hm? Like shit Steve.”

“This is good! Steve, how does what your wife says make you feel?”

“Not fucking great.” He admits. “I don’t want to be the reason you feel like shit but I just have gotten it in my head that if I don’t do it I’ll be neglecting you or something.”

“That’s not the only way you can neglect me, ya know…”

“Would you care to elaborate on that?” Eddie asked.

“We just never get to spend any time together anymore — and don’t talk about work because you know it’s more than that. I’m trying, okay? I have been trying but at this point I just feel like a burden to you.” You bared your soul to your husband in front of a complete stranger. “Do you even find me attractive anymore?”

Steve turned to face you only. “What kind of question is that? You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen. Of course I’m attracted to you!” He defended, face growing red. “I just…I feel like you always want more than just I can give you and it makes me feel selfish for keeping you to myself.”

Shock washed over your face like a crashing wave. “W-what? Why haven’t you ever said this before?”

“Because I didn’t want you to think I was trying to find a way out of this. I know you better than anyone and that means I can tell when something is off. You can’t tell me you haven’t felt it too, there’s something missing now and I think it’s another person.”

The pace of your heart picked up rapidly. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? You want us to fuck someone else?”

“Would that really be the worst idea? I’ve noticed out of all the ways to spice things up you never bring up threesomes, I know it’s because you think it’ll hurt my fragile ego but also because that's what you really want. Am I wrong?”

He wasn’t. Though you’d never had eyes for anyone else while you were together that didn’t mean the idea of a threesome never crossed your mind. Cheating on Steve was never an option, but fucking someone with Steve? That was a whole other ballpark.

You and Steve were both very open about your sexual preferences when you first met, being the first person each of you confided in each other about your individual bisexuality. There would always be certain things one of you couldn’t do for the other because of your gender. It’s not like either of you had a big chance to explore these things before you got together – you even less so than Steve.

You shook your head at his question. “I still want to be with you more than I want to bring someone else in our relationship, but I won’t lie and say the thought never crossed my mind. I just haven’t found anyone good enough to warrant bringing up the question.”

“You think I didn't notice the way you were looking at Eddie when we walked in here?” Your cheeks warm with his allegations. Were you really that obvious? Before you could defend yourself Steve spoke up again. “It’s alright, I was thinking the same way you were.”

You could feel the damp patch in your underwear grow wetter at his words. “Really?”

“Not something I’d joke about.” His voice was sultry and smooth, it was the same tone he used in the bedroom.

You glanced up to gauge Eddie’s reaction, fearing he might be uncomfortable with you and Steve objectifying him like he wasn’t even in the room. His grip tightening on the arm of his chair, face flush with heat, eyes darkened and glued to where your husband sat. He liked it. He really liked it.

Your gaze wandered back to Steve, eyeing up the therapist with a glint of mischief on his face. “What do you think Doc?” His hand landed on your thigh, caressing the bare skin under your skirt.

Time slowed like molasses running through an hourglass. The clock on the wall of the office taunting you. Tick, tick, tick. “I think it’s my job to make sure your problems are dealt with in any way necessary, and if this is the way you think will help I’m happy to oblige.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. This had to be some kind of sick dream. “Wait, hold on. Isn't this illegal?” Sure you were turned on but not enough to get someone locked up for.

“Considered highly unethical, yes, but not illegal and it’s not everyday I get two incredibly attractive clients asking me to have a threesome. Besides if this is really what you want I can recommend you a separate relationship therapist that way we won’t be doing anything ‘immoral’ if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He stood up from his chair, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. “Now, do we want to continue discussing the ethics of this or is one of you gonna get over here and help me deal with this?” The bulge in his slacks had grown noticeably since the session started.

You and Steve rushed over to the other side of the table taking your respective spots kneeling down in front of the therapist. Eddie smirked down at the two of you, his hands cupped both of your jaws to direct your eyes to him. He looked between the two of you assessing you, like he was trying to answer a question. Eddie undid his belt slowly, tugging open on the button on his slacks. “I think you should go first sweetheart, show your hubby here how it’s done.”

You were at a loss for words at the sudden change in Eddie's attitude. His dominant side showing through in a way you had never seen Steve’s. Turning your head you looked to Steve for approval, it was clear as day. You nodded dumbly up at Eddie, like a puppy waiting for a treat.

“Good.” He freed himself from the confines of his pants completely. Bare skin now visible to the both of you. Although Steve had the most perfect cock in your mind Eddie had to be the closest second possible. Thick and long from top to bottom, throbbing vein pulsing right down the middle and the prettiest shade of pink. What caught you off guard was the shiny metal barbell pierced through the tip. You needed to know how it felt.

“Don’t waste my time here baby, you know what to do.” Never one that needed to be told twice you moved upright, hand gripping the base of his cock to pull into your waiting mouth. You grazed the tip against your tongue, taking in the taste first – fresh and clean. Circling your tongue around the metal piercing you toyed with it. “Yeah, fuck,” at the sound of Eddie’s groan you became more eager to please, tugging him further into your mouth.

“So well trained, hm?” He glanced towards Steve whose mouth was now gapped at the sight before him. “You teach her all this big boy?” When the words finally seemed to compute Steve nodded. The sound of you working away on Eddie’s throbbing cock filled the room. “So generous of you to share.”

You knew what Steve liked when you were blowing him: focus on the tip, wrap your hands around what you can’t fit in your mouth, be slow and steady about it etc. But you considered this a time to experiment. What was the point of this if you weren't going to try something new? Your hands reached up to cup his heavy balls as you continued deep throating the rest of him. Eddie gasped at your actions. “You trying to make me cum already? Bad girl,” He yanked your hair, tugging you off him completely. You groaned at the loss.

“Gotta let your hubby have a turn don’t we?” His hip pushed towards Steve’s face, cock dripping with your spit. “Give it a try big boy.” Your husband might have been more eager than you as it turned out. He wasted no time crawling to the hard member and shoveling it towards his waiting mouth, licking around the shaft until he was brave enough to suck the rest of it in. You never thought watching your husband suck cock would turn you on so much but here you are. Your hips moved at their own accord to the slick sounds, rubbing your clothed cunt against the carpeted floor.

Eddie’s hands roamed into Steve’s silky locks tugging him down till his face met the base of his cock. Your husband gagged around it but still continued his previous movements. “Shit, quick learner,” The therapist moaned. Like a reflex you reached out to rub Steve’s hard-on through his jeans.

“Looks like someone wants attention, pretty boy,” At Eddie’s words Steve pulled off him, hands taking over what he couldn’t use his mouth for.

“You feeling neglected over there baby?”

You put your best puppy eyes on display. “Yes daddy,” You whined.

Eddie let out an enthusiastic sigh at the name. “Christ I didn’t know you two got down like that.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about us.” You giggled.

“Get to the couch.” Eddie ordered with a devious smile on his lips. Both you and Steve practically jumped across the room. Sat on opposite ends you waited as patiently as you could for further instructions. “Now, take off each other's clothes.”

It wasn’t so much a taking as it was a tearing. You weren’t sure how exactly you were going to come out of this office looking half as put together as you walked in but in the moment you couldn’t care less. Clearly Eddie was enjoying the view.

“God, you're both so desperate for this.” He gripped his cock in his hands with emphasis. You and Steve mewed at him. “Baby I want you on your stomach over the edge of the couch — yeah that’s it, push your ass out for us, and you daddy go put her nice little mouth to use.”

Once you were both in position Eddie made his way over to the couch, shedding his clothes as he came closer and closer, keeping you on the edge of your seat. He kneeled behind you rubbing his hands across your bare ass. “Fucking beautiful.” He smacked the fat, making you jolt.

“I don’t mean to keep you waiting Stevie I just gotta get a taste before we get into this.” He dove head first into your pussy, spreading your lips apart with his fingers, sucking at your clit.

“Fuck!” You squealed. “So fucking good, oh my god—” Your gaze fixed on Steve as you praised Eddie. He looked down at you hungrily, cock leaking in front of you.

“Why don’t you give him a hand darling?” You followed Eddie’s advice, licking your way up to the precum covered head. Eddie continued his assault on your cunt as you sucked Steve off like you knew he loved.

“Always so good to me,” Steve growled. You lit up at his praise like a Christmas tree. Nothing felt as good as Steve’s appreciation.

Just as you were getting into the rhythm of it Eddie stopped. He cut off your half formed complaint. “It’s okay sweetheart, I’m gonna give you something so much better.” His cock rubbed against your wet folds.

“Yes, please,” you begged, mouth still partially stuffed with your husband's cock.

“I won’t make you wait for it.” With that he thrusted himself inside you in one smooth motion making you cry out in pleasure at the full feeling. You had become accustomed to Steve’s size over the years so taking Eddie was easier but it still was quite the stretch. His balls slapped at your clit as he began moving inside you.

His hands pulled at your hips forcing you to meet his every movement at the same pace. As you bobbed your head up and down Steve’s length, his hips began moving on their own. You were stuck in the middle of the world's hottest Eiffel Tower.

You’d never felt more in sync with anyone the way you had with the two of them in that moment. The sound of skin slapping filled the office, which if you weren’t so completely blissed out would have worried you that someone might. You gripped onto your husband's hips pushing him further into you as you continued to be plowed from behind.

You felt yourself being pushed further and further to the peak of your orgasm. Brows pinching together as your moans reverberated against Steve’s cock. “You gonna cum for us baby?” Steve asked.

You let out a noise as close as you could get to a yes. Eddie and Steve began to simultaneously praise you over the edge.

“Come on, cum for us baby, you know you want to.”

“You’ve been such a good girl for us.”

“I wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

Eddie’s hands reached out to tug on your nipples sending you to your peak.Your eyes rolled back as your cunt clenched in pleasure. Orgasm washing over you like a monsoon wave. Your body gave out below you, head falling onto the arm rest.

When you were finally able to come back down to earth you could barely make out what the guys were talking about.

“Steve I need you to tell me when you’re close,” Eddie panted as sweat dripped from his torso, he was still fucking up into your collapsed body.

“Fuck I’m getting there,” his thumb rubbed across his you cheek, checking to make sure you were okay. You mustered all the strength left in your body to give him a faint smile.

“Okay come stand by me.”

Steve coplied, cock in hand, jerking himself off as stepped next to Eddie. The curly haired therapist gently pulled out of you, pushing you so that you were sitting upright against the back of the couch.

You were now fully alert to what was about to happen. Eddie’s hands traveled to Steve’s saliva coated cock, replacing his hand with Eddie’s own. Your husband followed suit, jerking Eddie off at the same speed.

“You alright with this baby?” Eddie’s tone filled with genuine emotion.

“Mhm,” you whimpered out.

And just like that you watched in complete awe as Steve leaned down to kiss Eddie passionately, both men still working each other's pulsing rods. Their chests rose and fell faster than they previously had. They were close.

You figured with how kindly they encountered you before it was only fair that you returned the favor now. “Fuck I want you both to cum on me so bad, please daddy, please doctor Munson?” You used your best innocent voice for this. Men were easy like that, no matter what they were into their knees always buckled at a sweet little voice.

In perfect sync, cum spurted from each other red tips, painting your face and chest in thick lines of cum. The warm liquids dripped down your body like icing on a fresh cake.

The two men pulled away from each other to admire their work. “I wish I had my fucking camera on me right now.”

“Me too.” Eddie grinned.

After a few moments a logical thought came to you. “We should probably clean up before the next session shows up.”

Eddie turns towards the clock on the opposite wall. “Shit you’re right.”

Each of you rushed to collect your discarded clothes, you reached for the box of tissue to wipe yourself down before tugging your now slightly ripped clothes back on.

All of you collected yourselves surprisingly swiftly. Ten minutes left to spare before his next client. Sure your hair was still a bit of a mess and the crotch of your underwear was completely in tatters but this is as good as you were going to get.

“Well, uh, I guess that’s it then.” Steve said, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

You followed your husband's lead, walking towards the door. “Wait!” Eddie stopped both of you in your tracks. He tabs to his desk pulling out a card and writing on it in a rush. Walking over to you he hands it to you two. “This is the other couples therapist I recommended earlier.”

Steve flipped the small rectangular card over to read the other side. “Oh and that’s my home phone number, ya know, in case you wanna ever do this again.” He smiled at you.

You and Steve returned the gesture to each other, knowing you were thinking the exact same thing. You would be giving him a call very soon.

[cheemken]

KNIGHT I HAVENT TALKED TO YOU IN ALMOST A MONTH

How’ve you been? I hope everything’s going well for you

I meant to say this a month ago when I was sharing headcanons, but you turned off asks for a while and I just forgot about it till now

It’s so stupid but despite N not knowing how to use Social Media all that well, and probably other modern devices, this guy is an absolute BEAST at Dance Dance Revolution, Guitar Hero, PaRappa the Rapper, and other rhythm games

Doesn’t matter what type of rhythm game it is, he’s getting top scores and absolutely dog walking everyone else

(Also, I’ll send another ask soon cause I have another AU to talk about)

MY GUY!!!! HI HEY OMF CHCKCNC

Yeah I'm vibing well, shit happened a bit at work but it was low-key thrilling, what abt you? Hope you're vibing well too hahaha

But mood pls that's so real

I imagine him being like,,, just having this poker face when playing, he's not even bobbing his head to the beat he's so fucking focused on the screen and where to tap next like mfer would clear out every level of any hard ass rhythm game and be all "oh, it's over? It was just starting to get fun."

Also it's a mood to imagine him being like Garnet during that one episode, where Steven made her play Meat Beat Mania. Imagine Hilbert and Hilda bringing N to the arcade or the mall once, they introduce him to Guitar Hero, he immediately fell in love lmfaoooo

First song, he didn't get it right at first, he was still getting used to the controls, but after that? Mfer, they had to fucking drag him out the arcade so they can finally go home they've been there for almost the entire day and they're sure N didn't eat lunch bc he was so fucking focused on the game😭🤣

Bet tho since I was also playing a bit of kh bbs recently, imagine Iris and Hilbert playing that tho, and like, during Ventus' bit they made N play the Ice Cream rhythm mini game in Disney Town bc it's so fucking impossible sometimes it's so annoying it made me wanna throw my tab like girl you have no right to be so fucking tedious it's even shittier than collecting the stickers

Anyways where was I —

But yeah, that's so real your honour hahaha

[therealmilfdennys]

Hey babes it’s me, your number one fan. I was just wondering if you could write Steven Grant/Reader smut? Preferably where he’s the bottom (because let’s face it, he absolutely is one) and he’s just a little needy son of a bitch? This man is ULTIMATE virgin material, and I can imagine him being the whiniest motherfucker if you so as dare to deny him an orgasm midway through sex. I just KNOW this guy can not handle orgasm denial or edging in any way, shape, or form. He’ll do absolutely anything you ask of him just so he can cum because he’s putty in your hands. He’s a stupid little slut and I LOVE HIM!!! Anyway hehe thank you!!! -🩸

blood anon you are. So Incredibly correct? This is gonna be more of a collection of thoughts than a fic but LISTEN okay?

CW: smut lol. Dont read unless you’re over 18 (i know none of you listen to that but just don’t interact please i dont want to be sued) crying, sub!steven grant. dom!reader, implied fem but GN for the most part. 

Steven Grant, is 100% a virgin okay? The body isn't, Marc and Jake certainly aren't. But Steven? Steven with a V? Never seen a titty in real life, let alone touched one. There are a few different points I want to make here starting with the fact that this man is a Sub, maybe a service top at most. He hates to admit that he likes being pampered and loved on. He wants to be kissed and pet and smothered with affection and he MELTS when he gets what he wants. He is also the most vocal out of the three of them. At the beginning of you two's sexual relationship, he got super embarrassed and nervous about how loud he was, but when he found out you enjoyed it? All bets were off. His praise kink swings both ways, he loves to tell you how good you feel, how good HE feels. Second point. He gets whiney as Fuck. He cannot handle being teased, he's fucking throbbing five minutes into foreplay and if it goes on too long he's liable to bust in his pants. Edging makes him cry, but it's okay because he does it so pretty. He's all big fat crocodile tears and pleading "Please Miss, please I promise I'll be so good. I'll do whatever you want, I swear please just let me cum." He starts bargaining with household chores and taking you out on lavish dates if you'll just let him cum. He's leaky and whimpering, big tears rolling down his cheeks, his shirt unbuttoned with his cock halfway out of his pants and he looks like sin. He wants so badly to be good but it hurts. You have to have a strong will to fight against his puppy eyes because he does resort to it. Overstimulation is the same and different. He cries still, its so easy to make those big brown eyes wet. He begs, he cries, he sobs out how it feels so good but somewhere near the middle of it, he gets hazy. Lips smacking, eyes rolling back, drool line down his chin. He looks Downright Sinful. He loves it too, he loves being taken care of like that, letting you take over and use him, tease him, let him make you feel good. It makes his thighs and fingers tremble with excitement.

He becomes the biggest slut when he figures out what he enjoys during sex too. He becomes almost insatiable, but not to an overwhelming point. He still likes to just cuddle and read. He eats pussy for his pleasure, he doesn't stop unless you literally force him and even then he pouts at you with a "I'm not done :(" and a whine. In conclusion yes, Steven Grant IS a stupid little slut, and yes I love him. He would also love to get pegged but I'll talk about that later.

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 11 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: It's about to go down. Ya'll ready?!

Enjoy <3

Warnings: Dom Steddie & Plus Size Sub Y/N and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut and ALL the angst. These three confront the parents and as you can imagine it doesn't go well. Steve's dad is a douchebag and Y/N is referred to as a whore a few times. Eddie gets hit *cries*. He in turn gets a little rough with the reader but Steve intervenes. A bit of a cliffhanger ending... I mean I guess lol I think that's everything!

Word Count: 3335

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you slowly open your front door and enter your house, Eddie and Steve following close behind. 

Both your parents are standing in the living room and to your surprise so are Steve’s. His dad visibly looks a mess, his hair and suit completely disheveled.

“Oh, Steven!”, his mother exclaims as she runs to give him a hug.

“You can leave.” Your dad gestures towards Eddie.

“I could but I’m not. Do I need to call my uncle so we have everyone who needs to be here present?”

“It’s not like you can call his dad.”, Mr. Harrington sasses under his breath as you angrily glare at him. 

“Mr. Munson, you don’t need to be here. I asked for my daughter to come home with Mr. Harrington here—”

“Yeah well, my understanding is you have a problem with me to so…”, Eddie shrugs. Your dad turns to your mom and whispers something to her before she rises to head for the kitchen to use the phone. “He works at the mill up there. He should be in by now.”

You three sit on the couch as you try to keep your emotions in check. The way everyone is staring at you guys terrifies you but you were also extremely angry, knowing how this conversation was going to play out. No matter what they said, you loved Eddie and Steve. You weren’t leaving them. 

“Wayne said he would be here in 15 minutes.”, your mother notified the room. 

“Good. He can take his nephew when he gets here. Now while we wait, Steven, I’m just going to say this out right, stay away from my daughter. This thing you two have is over.”

“Dad—”

“And as for you, you disobeyed us. We told you to stay away from him especially since he’s associated with this one here.”, he points to Eddie. 

“Which ends today to. I don’t want you spending any more time with this freak.”, his dad adds.

“Well, what does it matter, dad? According to you, I’ve already tarnished our name by not making into college, right? I’m too fucking stupid and lazy. Isn’t that what you said?”

“You’re goddamn right! We raised you to be better than this.”

“You didn’t raise him at all!”, you defended. “He’s spent half of high school alone in that big house.”

“Y/N!”, your mother scolds and you immediately fold back into yourself. 

The boys glance your way before looking back down at the floor. “I guess we see now why she was so meek and scared before.”, Eddie softly smiles as he reaches for your hand. 

“Hey! Don’t touch my daughter.”

“I love your daughter! No one has ever cared about me or made me feel the way she does.”

“Wait…”, Steve’s dad rubs his palm over his eyes. “I’m confused. Steve, you told me you were dating Y/N.”

“I am and I love her to.”

“But he just…”

Your eyes meet your mother’s before hers drift towards the ceiling. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

A knock on the door brings everything to a halt and your dad quickly answers it to allow Eddie’s uncle entry. “Get your nephew and get out of my house.”

“Wait. What is happening?”

“You to, Bill! Get your son and leave. It’s obvious we need to have a long talk with our child.”

“We can talk as long as you want, dad, but that’s not going to change how I feel. I love them to and after we graduate, we’re moving in together.”

“Huh…well that explains some things.”, Wayne smirks as he looks at all the other adults in the room. “I mean I had a feeling but didn’t want to assume.”

“You’re ok with this?!”, your mom shrieks. 

“Yeah, I mean… they aren’t doing anything wrong. They aren’t a gang or something. They’re three people in love. It’s nice and rare at such a young age.”

“Exactly! ‘Young age’! You three are way too young to understand what you are feeling!”

“ENOUGH!”, your dad booms as all conversation ceases. “This is over.”, he points his index finger towards you. “End it now. As long as you are under my roof, you will follow my rules. You are not allowed to see either of these boys again.”

“You can’t keep us from her.”, Eddie responds as he grips your hand tighter. 

“I sure fucking can! I’ll call the cops! I’ll send her to live with family in other states! I’ll—”

“You’ll call the cops and tell them what? Your daughter is spending time us? And you can send her anywhere you want, no matter what, we would follow her.”, Steve interrupts reaching for your hand as well. 

“Steven Harrington, you think about this now. If you insist on staying with this…whore…I will cut you off—”

“Hey now.”, Wayne cuts in. “No need to be rude or disrespectful. If you say something like that again, I’m ending this and taking all three of them back to my home.”

As Eddie’s uncle spoke, your eyes scanned your parents. Their angry eyes were staring into a void they seemed to stuck in. What killed you most was while Wayne defended you, your mom and dad remained silent, seemingly agreeing with Steve’s father. To them…you were a whore.

“Cut me off, dad. I don’t care. I’ve spent my whole life trying to impress you and be what you wanted me to be. Now I just want to figure out who I am and I want to do it with this woman here. I may not be the best student, man, or even fucking son but I am good at taking care of baby girl here.”

“Do you agree with his dad?”, you blurted your question as you addressed your family. “Do you two think I’m a slut?”

“What-what are we supposed to think, Y/N?”, your mother stutters. 

“It’s not like I’m-I’m opening my legs for all of Hawkins! I’m in a relationship with these two. I—”

“Stop it, Y/N.”, your dad warns.

“No!”, you suddenly rise to your feet. “I’ve never done anything wrong or given you two any reason to worry before. You both always said I was smart and knew how to make my own choices! Why is this ONE suddenly wrong?”

“Sit. Down. Y/N.”

“Sweetheart…” Eddie tries to pull at your hand to get your attention, getting to his feet as well. He recognizes that look and tone from your father; he’s seen it before on his own. 

“Dad, they are both so good to me. If you just got to know them—”

As your dad’s arm rears back, the metalhead slides between you two, taking the slap that was meant for you. Wayne moves forward as Steve stands, tugging you behind him. 

“We’re done here. I’m taking them to my trailer until Steve and Y/N feel safe coming home if at all.”, Wayne growls.

“You can’t do that.”

“Oh, I assure you I can. Unless you want to call Hopper down here so we can explain to him how you just assaulted my nephew.” His uncle reaches for Eddie’s arm and guides him towards the front door. “You kids get a head start. I’ll be right behind you.”

Without speaking, the three of you exit the house and quickly move to Eddie’s van. 

“Do you want me to drive?”, Steve asks.

The metalhead shakes his head, opening the passenger door for you before slamming it shut. As he begins the drive back to the trailer, you start replaying everything in your head. You knew your parents weren’t going to approve of this relationship but you never expected them to be this angry to the point where your dad would react the way that he did. 

 Eddie got hurt, Steve was cut off, you and he didn’t have a home anymore. Then everything that happened last night… this is all my fault… 

You tried to hide the tears that flowed as you curled into the window. After a while, the trailer came into view but even after the man parked no one moved. You glanced over at the driver, suddenly realizing his chest was rising and falling rapidly. 

“Eddie… are you okay?”

Steve followed your eye line as he shifted to the other side of the van. “Munson. It’s okay, man. You’re okay.”

Eddie’s eyes shut as his mouth opened to release a loud scream as he repeatedly hit at his steering wheel. His hair blocked his face as his head hung to his chest. The driver’s side door gradually opened as Wayne leaned against it, reaching for his nephew’s arm. 

“Come on, son. You’re okay.”

Gently, he tugged his nephew out and the rest of you followed suit. As you entered the trailer, you and Steve sat on the couch while Eddie’s uncle looked him over. 

“He got you pretty good but…it would have probably done way more damage to her. That was a brave thing you did, Eddie.” The metalhead’s shoulders deflate as he exhales. “You two are welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Y/N, I can give you some cash and after school tomorrow you and the boys can go into town so you can buy some essentials.”

“I’m sorry…”

Wayne came over and bent down on his heels beside you. “You have no reason to be sorry, honey. You are not a whore; you’ve done nothing wrong. Okay?” He smiles when you nod. “Ed, I have to get back to work. Are you three going to be alright?”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

As his uncle straightens up, he reaches over to pat Steve’s shoulder. Once he leaves, Eddie abruptly turns and heads for his room. You two trail after him, finding him in a chair with a cigarette dangling from his lips as he tries to light it. 

“Fucking…piece of shit…lighter…”, he growls before angrily throwing it to the floor. 

Slowly, you place yourself in front of him, extending your hand out to run your fingers through his hair. Eddie sighs again as he leans forward and rests his forehead on your stomach. 

“I’m…thank you…” The tears start flow again as you hug him to you. His hands glide up to your lower back as his lips press against your tummy. The metalhead’s eyes glance up to meet yours for the first time since you left your parents house and the pain you found within them killed you. It was like the man now was fighting with the scared little boy he was back then, trying to remind himself that he was in control. You lean down to kiss his lips before nodding you head, whispering against them. “Use me.”

With incredible strength, Eddie lifted you under your arms and all but threw you onto his bed. He tore off your clothes, rapidly trying to do the same with his own. After opening your legs, he spit into cunt, gripping the base of his cock and guiding himself roughly into your body. His hips pounded aggressively into yours as he remained pushed up on his palms, long hair blocking his face from your view. As you reached up to move it out of the way, his hand flew to your wrist, pinning it flat to the mattress. 

You winced at the feeling of each hard thrust; he had never been this rough with you before. He began muttering things under his breath you could barely hear as you caught every other word. 

“Fucking…asshole…I could…knock him…out.”

“S-sir?”, you whimpered as Steve knelt by the bed, scanning your face.

“Color, honey?”

“Yellow, Da-daddy.”

“Eddie, she needs a minute.”

“They think…tell me…what to do…no. I’m…in control.” Your eyes widen as his hand suddenly flies to your throat, gripping it hard between his fingers.

“Eddie! Stop!” Steve quickly shoves him back and he tumbles off you, releasing you from his hold. “Y/N, are you ok?”

You cough as you try to catch your breath. 

“Fuck. F-fuck, Y/N. Sweetheart, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t even hear you. I…fuck!”, he shouts as he hits the trailer wall with his fist. 

You glance over at him before looking up Steve, assuring him you were alright. “Take these off, Daddy.” You tug at his shirt collar and he nods, rising to his feet.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me. I don’t want to hurt you again.”, Eddie’s voice shakes as you turn and place your hand on his chest. 

“Do you trust me?”, you whisper.

“Yeah, I just…don’t trust myself.”

Leaning forward, you tenderly kiss his lips as you push him carefully on to his back and straddle his waist. “I do, Master.”

A moan escapes his beautiful lips at the title, his palms coming to rest on your thighs as you carefully slide his cock into your entrance. Balancing above him on your hands, you grind your hips as you tilt your upper half closer to his chest.

“You’re always so protective of me. I feel so safe with you and Daddy.”

Steve climbs on to the bed behind you as you crane you neck to watch him spit in his hand and stroke it along his length. His eyebrows raise as if to ask if you’re ready and you subtly nod, allowing him to grab your waist and push himself into your ass. 

Once again, you felt so full by both of them immediately, moaning at the delicious stretch of them inside of you. Steve’s arms came into your field of view as his chest pressed against your back and his hands rest near yours against the mattress. 

Your eyes rolled as he began rolling his hips into yours, panting against your skin. 

“You both feel so good. Oh my god… Please, Sir. I NEED you to move.”

“You need me, princess?”

Eddie licks his lips as his hips thrust upwards eliciting a loud moan from you both. Steve leans back onto to his knees, guiding your movements with his palms as he glances between your bodies.

“F-fuck, baby. You take us both so well.”

The metalhead nods underneath you, agreeing with his friend. “Such a good girl.”

“Mmm—use me. Fill me up, please. I need you to. I need to—mmm-- feel you cum inside me.”

Eddie’s fingers reach up to caress your face before gripping the back on your neck, bringing your lips to his. 

“I love you, Y/N. You are safe with us. I’d never—God—I’d never let anyone hurt you like that.” His glassy, blown out eyes lock with yours as he pumps into you harder. Steve tries to match his pace, slamming his hips into yours. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your pussy clenches around him as you cum. Eddie grunts below you at the feeling, clinging to your waist as he follows you.

The other boy holds you against his chest as he chases his high, his arms holding you tightly as he thrusts his spend into your body. 

Without a word, they each gradually pull out of you making you hiss and wince at the slight sting. The metalhead gently takes your hand and walks you towards his shower. After cleaning you and making sure you were comfortable, he places you back on the mattress in front of Steve who casually begins brushing your hair. 

“Wayne doesn’t need to give you too much cash. I, um, I bought some stuff and have them here for when you spend the night like that brush.”, Eddie gestures towards Steve. “We just need to find you some clothes more than anything. In a couple days, maybe my uncle can talk your parents into letting you swing by to get your stuff. You may have to wait till we find an apartment to bring everything… Trailer is kind of small.”, he smiles. 

You fingers reach out to move some of his hair back so you can see his face. 

“I’m really fucking sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to… Your dad hit me and I just felt like a boy again, you know? I got lost in my brain.”

“It’s okay. I understand. I genuinely do. I’m sorry he hit you.”

“I’m sorry for my dad to…talking down to both of you like that.”, Steve sighs. “You’re not a whore, Y/N. That goes without saying but…”, he chuckles. “I know you like to be called that in bed—”

“By you two. But even then, when you say it, I know you don’t mean it like they do.”

They nod at your statement, each man leaning in to kiss your lips. The rest of the night, they kept an extra close eye on you; making sure you were fed and comfortable before falling asleep in their arms. While Eddie leaned out his bedroom window smoking a cigarette, you shot up in bed, grabbing your heart as you panted. 

“Hey! Whoa, sweetheart. It’s ok, you’re ok. It was just a nightmare.”

Silently, your head feel back against the pillow as you sobbed. He tossed the end of his smoke out into the yard, closing the window, and enveloping you in his arms. The metalhead tenderly kissed your forehead as you rolled over, pressing your face into his bare chest. 

“I know, baby. It’s ok. I’ve got you. Master’s here for you.”

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That following morning, Eddie gave you a shirt to wear so you could at least have on something different than yesterday. All eyes felt like they were on you as you three climbed out of his van and headed for the campus. 

“Is it just me or are there more eyes on us than normal?”

“Well, King Steve did just show up with the freak so I imagine there’s a lot of gossip there.”

You squinted towards the metalhead, pursing your lips. “I hate when you call yourself that. You aren’t a freak.”

“Y/N?”, Masie called as she waved you to her locker. 

“We’ll see you in class, alright? Everything is okay.”, Steve soothes as he tenderly pets your head. 

“Hey Maze. What’s going on?”

“I was going to ask you that.” Your best friend takes a few steps closer to you as she lowers her voice. “Is it true that you’re fucking Steve Harrington AND Eddie Munson?”

“I—what—I mean—where did you hear that?”, you ask as you stumble over your words. 

“Y/N, Mr. Harrington went to the bar last night talking about how you ‘corrupted his son’ and how delusional the three of you are. The whole town knows about it. Is-is it true? I mean I know you spend a lot of time with them but I thought they were just friends.”

“I…um… what if I was in a relationship with them both? Would that be so wrong?”

Masie’s eyes widen as she takes a step back from you. “I-I-I don’t know what to say.”

Your eyes begin to water as you slowly back away. “No. I completely understand. Um, take your time and I’m just, um, going to go to class.”

“Y/N, WAIT!”, she screams after you as you run away from her down the hallway. You don’t stop till you’re outside your first classroom which is currently being blocked by students.

“Move! Everyone out of my way!”, Mr. C pushes through the crowd and you follow close behind. 

A couple of boys were on the floor wrestling with Steve and Eddie. The desks were pushed out of the way and blood had already began staining the linoleum. A few other teachers with campus security ran in pulling everyone apart. 

“What is going on?!”, your teacher shrieked. “Mr. Munson? Mr. Harrington? Care to enlighten me?”

They were furious, you could see it reflecting in their beautiful eyes even as they tried to avoid your gaze. Another student finally piped up and pointed towards the blackboard where you and Mr. C quickly turned to look. 

In big bold letters, written in yellow chalk read the words, “Y/N Y/L/N. CLASS SLUT OF 1984.”

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imagine everyone gets split up in the upside down and reader gets put with eddie but then she sacrifices herself for him. when the group meets up again and y/n isn’t there, there’s a whole “where’s y/n?” moment

could you write something about that please???

Paring: Eddie x Reader

Warnings: Character Death, Language, Mild Gore

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: i have had this in my ask box for a bit and i keep mulling over how to correctly approach it. i wasn’t sure at first how to interpret it on whether or not the group split up by choice or by circumstance, so i went with circumstance. even then though the split didn't occur for as long as i would've liked, and i may reapproach the concept later

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Sacrificial Lamb

Nancy dives into the lake and you all call after her. Then Robin moves to the side of the boat and brings herself on to the edge. Eddie tenses up. 

“No,no,no,no,no,no.” Eddie says hurriedly, “What are you doing? She said wait.” 

“Robin, seriously, don’t do this.” you interject. 

“Yeah, I heard her.” Robin responds.

Eddie grits his teeth and points his finger into Robin’s face. 

“She’s in charge.” he echoes Robin’s earlier sentiment. 

“Are you kidding me?” Robin says, “I made that shit up.” 

Robin puts her hand to her nose and pinches it shut. 

“Don’t you go. Don’t you-” Eddie’s pleads.

“Robin, don’t do this.” you join in. 

Eddie and you are both cut off by Robin as she falls back into the water with a splash. 

“I can’t let her go down there by herself.” you say. 

You pull yourself over the edge of the boat and kick off your shoes. 

“What are you doing?” Eddie questions. 

“I have to go in after her.” you reply.

You glide into the water swimming down towards the reddish light emitting from the crevice. 

“God dammit! Son of a bitch!” Eddie cries out, “Oh this is so stupid.”

Eddie continues in his whine as he splashes into the water, “This is so stupid. This is so stupid. Shit! Shit! Shit.” 

You emerge into the Upside Down. Only to see Steve being attacked by bat creatures. Together you all fight till Steve is pulled free. The bats keep coming in a hail of biting attacks. You are swinging at them with your flashlight like it is a baseball bat. Steve rips his attacker in half. The bats screech and disperse. 

“Jesus H. Christ.” Eddie curses. 

Nancy gives Steve a once over checking to see if he is all right. Blood drips from his wound. Robin questions if Steven has contracted rabies when everyone’s attention is pulled away by a few bats settling around the small gate. 

“We can take ‘em. Right?” Steve asserts. 

Then an intense screech sounds from the sky draws everyone’s eyes. A swarm of demonic bats are heading your way. A terrifying feeling reaches up and grips your insides. You shake at the prospect of what is about to happen. Eddie puts a hand on your shoulder and grips it reassuringly. Though he himself is trembling in fear as well. 

“You were saying.” Robin retorts. 

It breaks the tension for just a second but the reality of the situation is starting to way on everyone's souls. Nancy scans the surroundings for another option. 

“The woods. Come on.” she says in a panic. 

She starts off shortly followed by Steve and Eddie. Eddie pulls you along behind him, practically dragging you. You try to gain even footing as you scrabble across the lake bed. Your throat burns as you head towards the woods. You turn back to see Robin following in tow. She makes a short quip which settles your nerves a bit. 

After a few minutes of running you finally find yourselves tucked under skull rock. You are flush against Eddie as you all huddle together. The only warmth is coming off of the other bodies around you. You pant and wait for the swarm to dissipate. 

 “That was close.” Robin states. 

“Yeah,” Eddie replies,” Too close.” 

You collapse into Eddie trying to fight back utter exhaustion. Nancy gets up and begins tending to Steve’s wound. Robin begins talking a mile a minute about rabies and bat bite. Your head is spinning. 

“Hey, uh I know this might be a bad time,” Eddie says,” but, get off me.” 

You slump off Eddie as the group discusses and makes a plan. You end up heading for the Wheeler's house. When suddenly you are attacked by another swarm of demo-bats. 

“Run.” You scream. 

The whole group is kicking up dust as you all make a scramble towards the driveway. The moment your shoes touch the smooth pavement you feel Eddie’s hand wrap around your arm. You turn round to see him hanging on to you for dear life as the bats latch on to his ankles. Nancy and Steve make it through the threshold, but Robin turns when she doesn’t hear you and Eddie behind her. 

“Y/N” Robin screams as she heads toward you and Eddie. 

“No,” You yell, “Go to the house.” 

You had this sinking feeling that this was going to go south very quickly. You yank Eddie towards you as hard as possible, sending you both back tumbling into each other. The bats reel back from the force. Your scalp scrapes against the concrete. Blood runs down your face and neck. Robin didn’t listen to you and is bolting your direction. Nancy and Steve are frozen in horror. Eddie and you are desperately trying to untangle and get to your feet. Robin sticks out her hands to both of you and pulls you two up. 

“Let’s go already.” Robin says in panic. 

You are running for the door. Eddie breaches the entryway first. Robin dives in after him and knocks over Nancy. They hit the floor with two distinctive thuds. Eddie spins round and slams the door shut. You hand scratching the paint off the door as it shuts. 

“Eddie, what the hell!” Steve yells, “Y/N is still out there.” 

“No, she just made it through the door. I heard that's why I closed it.” 

You scream as the bats descend on you.The dive is biting into you and wrapping their tentacles round you. You focus on the pain. Trying to work through it. I am not dying like this you think to yourself. The rip and tear at your flesh. Shredding through your clothes. Suddenly a loud screech in the sky causes the swarm to retreat. 

Eddie is flinging open the door and rushing to your side but it is too late. He scopes you up in your arms. 

“No, no,” Eddie cries, “Dammit, No!” 

You cough, “I am all right, I will be fine.”

Eddie pulls you in closer. You cough and blood stains your lips a crimson red. You use all your strength and reach out to his face and put your hand to it. 

“Just don’t leave me in this hellscape,” You whisper.

Your hand falls to the side leaving a bloody mark on Eddie’s face. 

“No, stay with me.” he pleads. 

You grip his hand. 

“To die in the arms of my first love.” You confess at the last moment. 

When your hand goes limp and your head gently falls to the side. 

Eddie shrieks a mournful cry, “Robin help!” 

The rest of the gang rushes to him and Robin shakes her head the moment she touches you. 

“She's gone.” She whispers.

Eddie leans forward and kisses you on the forehead. 

“I love you.” he sobs.

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baby scarab || 35

anon - OMG OMG OMG You're Baby Scarab Series is absolutely amazing! I was wondering wondering, since crazy stuff has happened in this series, what if the reader becomes a little kid or something. Like they wake up, and they're a little child for a day or something. Feel free to ignore this. You're series is amazing.

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anon - i can imagine y/n and the moon boys having a just dance battle cause y/n coaxed them into it tbh

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anon - Idk silly idea I love

So imagine reader has a shit day right and the boys are doing moon knight stuff and they get a text from their phone like come to the roof nerd and it’s big bro Spider-Man!!

Just imagine him playing some fun music and dancing with the reader on the roof

Me and my friend did this once, we both were in rlly bad states of depression and we ended up blasting music and he and I danced to stupid songs in the rain

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A/N : random af, filler chapter. also requests are way different from what i wrote but hey, i have to make it fit somewhere right? hope you like it either way

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : enjoy khonshu fucking up your body again :D

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, little y/n, little y/n having a breakdown(?), khonshu being khonshu, eating disorders(?), starvation, let me know if i missed anything

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you woke up in the same position you fell asleep in.

you just kept your eyes closed since you didn’t feel like being a part of the world yet.

you were stuck thinking about that kid.

yesterday, you were thinking over and over about how you wish you were a kid again, and had someone there for you.

actually there for you.

not just some drunk foster parents, or the foster parents that hated you.

you let out a deep breath and decided to carefully maneuver yourself off jake, as to not wake him up.

when you stood up you felt that something was off right away.

“khonshu” you murmur, the bird showing up in front of you.

“what did you do this time?” you ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes.

“your thoughts were sad, i thought this would make you feel.. better” he explains and you raise an eyebrow.

“i feel short, what did you do?” you ask again and khonshu tilts his head.

“i de-aged you” he says calmly and you just stare up at him.

you weren’t even mad. you were used to all khonshus bullshit by now.

“and how far did you de-age me?” you ask impatiently.

khonshu hesitates in answering. “it would appear that you have the body of an 8 year old” he tells you quietly and you take an all too calm breath.

you felt your shirt slide down one of your shoulders, making you pull it back up.

you were a fairly small 8 year old.

you were malnourished at that age, and it’s like khonshu and just brought it all back.

unintentionally of course, he means well and you know that.

well- for the most part.

he wanted to make you feel better but didn’t know how.

so this is what he came up with.

“change me back” you shake your head, having to crane your neck more than usual look look at him.

“…” he doesn’t say anything and you give him a look.

“khonshu”

“it wears off in 12 hours”

“i have work today, what am i supposed to do?”

“not go? did i accidentally give you an 8 year olds brain too?” he asks sarcastically and you scoff.

“i have to call my boss but i sound like a child” you complain.

“that’s because you are one”

“yeah, no thanks to you” you glare, and khonshu sighs loudly before walking past you to jake.

he pokes jake in the chest with the crescent on the top of his moon stick, making jake hit it away and blink a few times before glaring at him.

“lockley we have an issue” khonshu tells him and jake groans in annoyance.

“what did you do this time?” he mumbles.

khonshu just nods his head over to you, who was now looking down at your now oversized clothing and fiddling with your sleeve.

jake gasps quickly and sits up as fast as he can to come over and kneel down in front of you.

“princesa, are you okay? does it hurt?” he puts his hands up to your face, bringing you to look at him.

“other that being smaller than usual, i’m fine” you nod to him, and he looks you over once again.

“pajaro estupido” jake shakes his head, khonshu taking this as his cue to leave.

jake turns back to stare at you, to which you just stare back.

“i’m to tired to care, and i need you to call natalie” you say, cringing at your slightly higher pitched voice.

“yeah yeah- i’ll.. i’ll do that” jake nods distractedly. “where’s your phone?”

you shrug and point to the bed, remembering it was in your pocket when you went to sleep.

you’re very careless with your phone- like you don’t even charge it half the time.

you can’t even remember the last time it got to 100%.

jake flings the blanket around, finding your phone half stuffed under a pillow, and picking it up.

he puts your password in and goes into your contacts to find natalie, when he sees an unfamiliar name.

“who’s peter?” all three of them ask at the same time.

you just blink up at them while jake rolls his eyes. 

“you better explain after i call your boss” he says sternly and you nod.

jake clicks her contact and holds the phone to his ear while you turn your attention to marc and jake in one of the mirrors.

you can’t reach the mirror now, but you can still look up at it.

“is peter a new friend? you should’ve told us” steven whines and you look down, feeling kind of bad for not telling them about your secret training with spider-man.

“when jakes done i’ll explain everything, i promise” you tell both of them and they nod hesitantly, exchanging glances.

that’s when jake came back over, starting to hand your phone back to you before taking it back last minute.

“children shouldn’t have phones, it’ll melt your brain” he says to you with a smile and you groan in annoyance, walking to the couch to take a seat.

“you’re so mean” you mumble.

jake slips your phone in his pocket, and goes to sit next to your small frame on the couch.

“you said you’d explain, now explain” marc tells you and you sigh.

“where do i even start?” you mumble to yourself.

“you can’t tell anyone though, but peter is spider-man, the other spider guy we saw yesterday” you start.

“he’s.. he’s been helping me with my abilities at night sometimes while you guys are asleep” you end quietly and you can sense marc giving you ‘that’ look.

“he saw me on the news in america. apparently they know about me over there, so he came all this way to help me” you begin.

“we became friends quickly since we have almost identical abilities, and since we.. we can relate to each other on a certain level” you finish.

“how do you relate?” steven asks and you hesitate.

“we’re both orphans” you nod and jake furrows his brows.

“so you’ve been sneaking out at night to go hang out with a boy?” he asks and you make a face.

“he’s like two years older than me, and he’s been training me, that’s all” you defend peter, and he hums.

“do you mind if we tag along next time?” he asks and you stare at him for a second.

“..sure” you say quietly, and he chuckles in victory.

“you know, i thought you’d freak out more” you say honestly and marc is the one to respond.

“if he’s helping you control your powers than i’m completely fine with it” he tells you and jake nods.

“ditto” steven agrees and you chuckle again, and right before you can say another word a loud crack of thunder rumbles through the air, making you flinch and cover your ears.

jake turns his attention to you in concern, seeing as your hands are shaking while covering your ears.

he lightly taps your shoulder, making you look up at him.

“princesa?” he starts, guiding your hands down. “you okay?” he asks and you nod.

“i forgot about my fear of storms as a kid, and it doesn’t help that i have enhanced hearing now” you explain the best you can, and you see that steven started to front.

“wait how’s that even work? i thought it was just your body that was changed” he says and khonshu appears perched on the back of the couch.

“actually, it was only her mind that stayed the same, her fears however..” he trails off and steven purses his lips.

a flash of lightning lights up the room through the window, and you instinctively gasp and hide your face in your hands.

“well why would you even do this, you dumb bird? don’t you see that she doesn’t like it?” steven scolds him and khonshu sighs.

“it’s not my fault she wanted someone to care about her as a child” khonshu starts, surprising all of you.

you swipe your finger across your throat while glaring at khonshu, and another quieter crack of thunder sounds in the room.

you- without your full control, lean over and grip stevens shirt while burying your face in his shoulder, making him gasp quietly in surprise, then quickly put a hand to your back to give you a sense of comfort.

“what do you mean nobody cared about her? her foster parents.. they cared about her… right?” steven trails off, looking down at you and then sighing.

“y/n”

you look up at him, and you see that he’s giving you a look.

“not all of them took care of me” you mumble. “i don’t like talking about it” you look back down, still gripping his shirt in one of your hands.

“i won’t force you to talk about it but.. if you ever want to we’re always here” he assures you and you nod, seeing another flash and hearing another loud boom.

you sneakily bring a hand down to stevens pocket, and snatching your phone as jake gives you a look through the mirror on the coffee table, but it softens when he realizes what had calmed you down as a kid.

because it sure as hell wasn’t the adults in the home. it was music. beautiful sound to distract you from the loud obnoxious ones coming from outside.

you focus on the patter of rain on the roof as you bring up spotify and putting the phone to your ear, steven still not even noticing you took your phone out of his pocket.

he was busy glaring at khonshu. “you’re lucky i don’t want to leave her, or you’d be toast” he threatens, your music playing faintly in your ear.

“are you a wizard? how would you turn me to toast?” khonshu asks, genuinely curious.

steven deadpans at him then looks back to you, noticing that you’re listening to something.

“hey- when’d you-“ another crack of thunder had you tensing up, stevens arms tightening around you.

“..does it calm you down?” seven asks as a flash of lighting lights up the room again.

he relaxes a little when he feels you nod. “here, stand up” he nudges you and you do so, phone still to your ear.

steven quickly goes to close the curtains, so you won’t freak out by the sudden flashes.

he comes back over and gently takes the phone from you, turning up the volume to reveal that what you’re listening to was some of the more mellow songs by olivia rodrigo.

steven smiles and puts the phone down on the coffee table and takes your hands in his, yours reaching higher than usual to your now lack in height.

steven frowns a bit when he sees how bony and skinny your arms were, since your now huge sleeves rolled down.

he also took notice of the slight hollowness of your cheeks. you noticed the slight trace of guilt on his face, which made you confused.

“what’s wrong?” you ask ask the two of you sway back and forth, your eye twitching whenever you hear thunder.

“i’m going to be blunt and ask you if at this age your foster parents ever fed you” steven says which makes you bite the inside of your cheek while you debate on answering.

“..sometimes” you answer and he lets out a shaky breath.

“why? why would anyone treat you this way?” he says more to himself than anyone else.

“because they only took me in to make themselves look good” you start.

“they would make me wear fancy dresses whenever they had friends over. they.. i had to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to get food, and i would get caught” you take a shaky breath, looking up at steven with glassy eyes.

“then they wouldn’t let me have any food for days as a punishment” you end quietly.

“Las matare” you hear jake mutter, and you chuckle softly before taking your hands out of stevens and wrapping them around his waist, his own going around your back.

“yeah, for once i can agree with you” marc says to jake.

you feel calm when your music stops for a second, signaling that you’d gotten a notification.

you begrudgingly left steven and went to check it when you saw it was peter.

“what is it?” steven asks hesitantly, not wanting to pry.

“it’s peter, he wants me to come up to the roof in an hour, after the rain stops” you tell them and marc groans.

“don’t even start- i’m going to do it” you inform them and marc speaks up.

“then let us go with you”

“but-“

“y/n”

“fine”

~~~

after steven forced brunch down your throat, it was almost time for you guys to go up to meet peter.

he’d noticed how you were hesitant in eating anything- must have been your body not feeling hungry due to the fact you were basically starved at that age.

this was one of the many things you hadn’t told them about your barely-there childhood, which you refused to talk about if not necessary.

it was necessary now since you had to explain why you weren’t hungry- which you had a large appetite now since you could buy your own food, and your larger metabolism from the spider bite.

it’s only been 4 hours since you’d gotten changed, so that meant another 8 until you were back to yourself.

your spidey sense was ringing in your ears, which made you perk up, and the now fronting marc noticed.

“is he here?”

you nod, heading for the window. marc followed after you, making sure you wouldn’t fall to your death.

you made it up, and he saw you peak down and shoot a web to him, sticking to his arm.

he gave you a look of panic as you smirk, yanking on the web to have him hanging off of it. 

“kid- i swear if you drop me-“

“i won’t drop you, you baby” you retort, pulling him up enough so that he can grab the edge and pull himself up.

once he gets to his feet, he points a finger at you. “don’t you ever do that again” he says sternly and you put your hands up in surrender, and turn around to see peter staring in your direction, his mask up.

“h-hey” you hear his stutter, obviously wondering what exactly was happening.

a small girl who looked exactly like you, and the guy you went home with from the alley.

“another tingle?” you ask peter, both you and marc approaching him.

“yeah, and i think i can sense the problem” he says sarcastically, and you chuckle.

“don’t worry, it’ll wear off” you start. “peter, this is marc” you end up introducing and marc nods to him, brows furrowed.

“marc, peter” you introduce again, peter waving to him.

“so if this is marc, where are the other two?” peter whispers to you once he gets close enough.

you look down at the still damp ground. “they’re in there” you say and you sense peters confusion.

“there’s three of ‘em in one body” you explain shortly and he nods.

“hello sir. i’m, i’m peter. peter parker” he starts, putting out a hand. “well- you know i’m peter i’m just- i’m just gonna stop talking now”

marc eyes his covered hand and then reaches out to shake it.

“marc spector” marc starts. “moon knight” he shakes peters hand firmly, making peter nervous.

“okay, there’s too much testosterone here- what now?” you ask, both the boys taking their hands back.

“well- well i just-“

“you help y/n with her abilities right?” marc asks, hands in his pockets.

you stare between the two, peters mask coming down so that he can look at marc properly.

“i do, yeah” peter nods, marc tilting his head at him.

“and you’re treating her good?” he questions and peter nods right away.

“he does” you confirm, and marc nods.

“good.” he takes a breath. “that’s good, she needs you” marc tells peter, and both of you are surprised.

“she needs someone relate to, so i’m glad you’re here for her” he gives peter a tight lipped smile and peter smiles back.

both men look to you while you just blink up at the both of them.

“peter” you start. “how far do your webs go?”

“i- uhm.. i don’t know, this is a new formula” he says and a smile forms on your face.

“well, i bet mine go farther than yours” you scoff, walking to the edge of the roof, peter and marc following.

“do you want to bet?” peter asks and you nod.

“if i win i get to pick what you teach me next” you say and peter nods.

“that’s fair” he starts. “if i win i get to pick then, and trust me you don’t want that” he jokes and you let out a sarcastic laugh.

marc enjoyed just observing off to the side, seeing you happy like this made him happy.

steven and jake on the other hand, felt all the same, but jake was a bit wishy washy about peter.

you and peter reach both of your arms out, counting down and then shooting a web out, yours going quite farther than peters.

it must have been the fact that the webs you had were superior since they were made literally inside you.

there’s no non-weird way to say it, really.

you turn to give a now red-faced peter a look.

“i want you to help me with swinging” you say with a smile.

“i knew you were going to say that” peter shakes his head, chuckling.

marc watched with a smile, and peter noticed.

“listen, i kind of have bad news” peter looks at you, both of your smiles fading a bit.

“i have to go back home- to america in two weeks” he says and you look up at him with glossy eyes.

damn your little kid habits.

“what? will you ever come back?” you ask and peter nods.

“of course i will, i just.. i know you can do great here” peter tells you, bending down to reach your height.

“just remember this, okay?” he starts and you nod.

“with great power.. there is also great responsibility” he nods at you and you smile.

“i’ll miss you. i’ll make sure london stays safe” you assure him and he chuckles.

“i know you will” he stands back up completely and turns to marc.

“marc, and steven, jake.. if you can hear me” he starts, mumbling the last part.

“if you’re ever in america, you always have a place to stay” peter tells him and marc nods.

“nice meeting you” he tells him.

peter nods again awkwardly, and backs up, mask forming back on his face.

“edith just.. i have to go i’m so sorry” he says and you just smile at him.

“i get it, i’ll see you” you say and he waves, hopping off the roof.

you turn to marc who was fighting a smile. “you don’t completely hate him” you nudge his shoulder, also jumping off the roof.

marc’s eyes widen and he looks over to see you standing on the wall, looking up at him with a smirk.

he just lets out a breath and rolls his eyes.

~~~

once you were all back inside, you ended up laying on steven, while he watched the news, you tracing shapes into his chest with your tiny finger.

you perked up at the mention of the crime you stopped just yesterday.

“yeah, she saved my boys life” the mom of the boy says to the camera.

you and steven both focus in on it, and you feel your stomach full with butterflies.

“so, since you’re the first official person saved by this spider-hero, what do you think her name should be?” the news lady asks the little boy in his mothers arms.

“arachnid!” he yells, arms out in the air, the mother laughing.

you gasp and sit up, almost hitting steven in the chin with your head.

“ohmygosh!” you say quickly with a smile.

“dude! i have a cool name now!” you throw yourself forward and wrap your shirt arms around stevens neck, his arms going around you too.

“oh! darling, i’m so proud of you!” steven starts.

“that’s amazing, congratulations!” you hear marc.

jake is the next to speak. “Estoy tan orgullosa de ti, cariño”

~~~

even khonshu had congratulated you, by changing you back early.

he found a way. he’s khonshu.

so of course your appetite came back, and you ate two packages of pop tarts, steven being perfectly fine with it.

all of them were fine with it, really.

as long as you were back to yourself, they were fine with it.

more than fine, they were proud of you for being comfortable to be yourself around them.

so so proud.

they would be proud for every single accomplishment you make.

and they always will.

~~~

A/N : endings are rushed nowadays, but whatever i’m not perfect :) but i do try to be

thank you all for the support, i love you all so much. thank you all for the requests, i love reading them and the set ups for the shorts :) <3

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[starlightinmeshallshineonyou]

I Love You (A Steven Grant Fanfiction) + Bonus (Marc Spector PoV)

(A/N: GIF isn’t mine, please kindly check the maker of this GIF! [@yelenabeluva​])

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 1.418

Warnings: none I think

Summary: You and Steven are roommates.

———

You and Steven were roommates.

You remembered your first impression of him that he was a nerdy, and kind of weird (in a good way), little kid. He liked to talk about something that you hadn’t known of. He stuttered and explained it very long when the main topic piqued his interest. The way his eyes moved the same as his hand followed his explanation. It was the best thing in your life. He was the best thing in your life.

Of course, you didn’t tell him that. Because if you did, you’d surely lock yourself up in a sarcophagus because you told your crush that stupidly. You had a hundred different kinds of scenarios where you declared your love to Steven Grant. There was one where you imagined that you kissed him first, but soon you shook it off your head because it might seem rude. You didn’t like the thought of you kissing him without his consent.

Then there was the other where he made the first move. He kissed you out of the blue where you guys were having a marathon on a Star Wars movie. His red lips captured yours completely. His lips were soft yet rough, chasing you around, wouldn’t let you breathe for a second. His hands trailing up from your hands to your shoulders, then down to your hips, locking you down on the couch.

You moaned at his touch, his taste, you wanted more—

You clawed your thighs tightly, waking up from those stupid imagination.

“Hey, Y/N! Are you okay?” Steven’s voice echoed to the living room.

You coughed, “yes! Yes of course!” You could feel the heat started to warm both of your cheeks. “I just remembered something funny, that’s all.”

“Tell me, love.” He said, dropping off our stock of the month on the kitchen table.

For the love of God, just kill me already, you whined silently. “Nah, it’s nothing really. It happened years ago.”

He chuckled, “if you say so.”

You got up from the couch and helped Steven in the kitchen. Both of you started to prepare all the ingredients for dinner tonight. You guys hate to go to the restaurant. Too many people to your liking and too noisy to Steven’s.

You cut off the tomatoes while Steven cracked three eggs. You diced the onions to bits and handed them to Steven. Steven poured the whisked eggs to the heated pan. Then he put the tomatoes and the onions into the heated pan too. He cooked it until all the ingredients turned golden brown. Lastly, he served the scrambled egg onto a plate.

As he made the drinks, you made your specialty: salad. He loved your salad. You tried to play it cool and said, “I learnt it from my mom.” But inside, you were screaming to death.

“Hey! You made my favorite salad!” He said, as he picked two glasses from the kitchen cabinet.

My favorite salad. My favorite salad. My favorite salad.

My favorite salad. He just said ‘my favorite salad’ to you. You laughed it out, trying to play it cool, “Of course, it’s the only thing I can make.”

You guys set up the table with the foods and drinks you’d made. This time around was Steven who got to pick the movie. Last night you picked the first two movies from Fantastic Beast. Because in a month or so, the third film was going to be out in every cinema.

While you munched on the eggs and the salad, Steven opened Disney+ and started to scroll down the list of things that both of you could watch. Steven scrolled down for a couple seconds and decided to play Star Wars VII: The Force Awakens.

Oh … boy. What a coincidence, you thought. You slowly swallowed the food in your mouth and bit the inside of your cheeks. You started to zone out when Steven called you.

“Yup, I’m sorry, what?” You asked.

“Are you okay? Is-is it the movie that I choose?” He stuttered. “We-we could change it if you want. I-I don’t mind.”

“No!” You answered quickly. “No, sorry it’s okay. I forgot to drink.”

Steven poured some drink and gave it to you. You thanked him and drank it. The cold drink washed away the taste and the panic out of you. But your heart still thundered from the choice he made. Is God giving me a sign? You thought.

Steven pressed play and the movie started. Couple minutes in and you realized something. “My God …. The actor’s look just like you! How in the world?”

“Now that you mention it,” Steven said, pulling his feet to his chest. “Yeah, I do look the same, am I?”

“God, he’s so hot—“

“I do look pretty cool actual—“

You both stopped at the same time. The sound of the movie filled the silence between both of you.

“You do look pretty cool—”

“Did you just say he’s hot? Li-like he who looks the same as me, hot?” He cut you off.

You cursed yourself. You winced at the TV in front of you and slowly turned to him, “yes?”

His eyes widened. You wanted to say sorry, but the next thing you knew, you weren’t sorry. He jumped to you, capturing your lips with his. It was a peck really, but the effect that it gave you was truly something else.

He pulled back from the kiss. The taste of him lingered on your lips, reminded you of the street that both of you always used to walk: sweet and sharp. He breathed unevenly as he panicked, “I-I am so sorry—”

You kissed him back and hard. You pushed Steven down on the couch as you moved on top of him. “Don’t stop,” you said in between kisses. You touched his hair, his neck, his body, and his arms. You tangled his hands with yours and guided it up to your waist as you kissed just beneath his ear. “Touch me like this,” you said softly.

Your words sent shivers down his neck. He rubbed his thumbs over the smooth surface of your hips. “Ye-yah,” he nodded.

He kissed your neck up to your jaw, earning a beautiful sound out of you, “Steven.”

Just as he was about to kiss your lips, the sound of laser beams startled both of you. Both of you seemed to realize what you guys were about to do next. You quickly got off from Steven and tried to steady your breathing. This was the first time both of you guys did this. Kissing, touching, and in the heat of the moment.

“Love, I’m—”

“Don’t you dare say sorry, Steven,” you stopped him. “Because I don’t. I stopped because I don’t want you to think we were in the moment, no. I stopped because—”

“Yes, love?”

“What I’m saying is,” your chest started to hurt just from the talking. It raised up and down from your uneven breathing. “I don’t want you to think I did that because I don’t love you. The truth is I do. I love you, Steven. You’re not someone that meant to be a fling, no. You’re someone special and deserve to be loved. You’re special to me and I love you.”

Steven pulled you closer. He wrapped his arms around you, comforting you. The scent of him calmed you down. He rubbed his hands up and down on your back. He breathed you in while you did the same. Both of your hearts found their ways to each other and synchronized into the same rhythm. It sung for each other. It longed for one another.

“I do too, love.” Steven kissed your temple. “I love you from the moment you made me those salad or your laugh when I told you those stupid stories and I’m sorry I just said it now. Thank you for loving me all this time.”

You shook your head. “Thank you for loving me the same, Steven,” you cupped his jaw, bringing his lips to yours. “I love you.”

———

Bonus: 

Marc watched as Steven kissed you. He wanted to scream because he’d never get the life like Steven had. But deep inside him, he could feel the warmth that beamed from inside his body. This feeling. This tiny fracture of love that radiated from both of you and Steven, made him cry.

Just for this moment, he thought. Let me feel this just for once.

———

A/N: Finally! Something I can be proud of! (Which is a finished work lol!) Hope you like it 💕💕🙌🏻 

[terry-perry]

Could you write a single mum/plus sized reader with the moon boys, meeting for the first time and she has low self esteem? I’d very much appreciate it ^^ I love how you write them :3

Steven came to work as he normally did. Keeping a good pace to lower the risk of Donna getting at him for being late again. He really needed to find something to help with his sleepwalking. He's basically become more zombie than human as he mindlessly wanders about to who knows where doing who knows what. The chain wasn't being much help either, it seemed. He still wound up somewhere somehow.

After sharing his usual pleasantries with J.B., he was welcomed by someone else. This was a new change of pace as he looked down to found a young toddler boy seated on the floor in the middle of the museum. Sweet little thing in his own little world as patrons paid him no mind. Steven jogged over to him right away.

"Hey little man! What are you doing on the floor there?"

He was about to pick the kid up until he saw someone approach them. He froze, staring at a distraught woman on the verge of tears coming their way. She was a pretty one, even in such a distressed state. The young boy caught sight of her and held his arms up, his way of asking her to pick him up.

"Gregory! I'm so sorry! Oh my god!"

Right away, she lifted him off the floor and gave him a good snuggle. Something to soothe them both. She was too invested in having her boy back in her arms to notice Steven. He couldn't look away, for some reason. He offered her a sympathetic smile.

"I take it he's yours," he told her.

"Yeah, he's a little explorer. Likes to wander off. Have to keep a close eye on him."

"I can imagine," he turned his attention to the toddler, back in his mother's arms. "Like to give your mother a fright, don't you?"

"Keeps me on my toes," she giggled. She returned Steven's smile as she looked back at him. Making full eye contact with her got his heart beating a bit. She was very pretty. Where was her partner?

"Sure you and your husband do what you can to try to keep this guy out of trouble, huh?"

Smooth, Steven. Smooth.

"No husband," she responded. "Gregory's dad isn't really in the picture."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to imply anything."

Real smooth, Steven.

But she kept on smiling, not seeming affected by what he said.

"No need to apologize. It wasn't anything bad. Expected. It's just us, and that's how we like it."

Steven smiled back then, offering it to both her and her little one who gave him a small wave as he babbled. Friendly little guy.

"Thank you for stopping for him," she said then.

"No problem," he smiled back at her.

Their eyes connected again as they kept smiling. She broke it then.

"Well, bye," she quickly walked away in the opposite direction, much to Steven's disappointment. He didn't want to think he came on too strong or felt it had been too inappropriate to inquire about the kid's dad. At least they're in the museum, so maybe he'll be able to see them again when they leave.

----

Y/N turned her head back to check out the guy she talked to. She's so stupid, she didn't even bother to get his name or tell him hers. It's just as well. No guy that cute would want to bother with a single mom, let alone one like her.

He must've thought she was a train wreck with how she could barely handle her son. Probably also thought she wasn't in the best shape to take care of him. It was one of the reasons Zach left her, after all. She never got her figure back after Gregory was born, and he felt neglected when she placed more focus on their boy.

Well, she didn't need a man like him anyway. But she couldn't help but look back at the other guy. He was at the gift shop now, working the register. She shouldn't try to start anything, but there wouldn't be any harm stopping by before leaving. Gregory might life a Taweret plushie or some chocolate that looked like scarab beetles.

[thirsty-lakedream]

K3: Meeting the Parents

Everything was going so well. Kenny was really hitting it off with Mom and Dad. He was telling jokes, complimenting my mom’s cooking, all the things that would put him in good standings with them. Exactly as planned.

“Kenny, you are just amazing!” Mom said between sips of wine.

“Thanks Mrs. Knight, and thank you again for having me for dinner.” Kenny said,flashing that perfect smile.

“Well, when Steven told us he had a boyfriend, we just knew we had to see it with our own eyes!” Dad says with grit in his voice. I look up from my plate of food, rolling my eyes at him.

They were acting nice now, but behind closed doors they would always belittle me because of my weight and looks. I remember when I came out they couldn’t imagine anyone being into me. I knew bringing home a 6’2” muscled hunk would show them I’m not a loser. All through dinner Mom took glances at Kenny’s muscles stretching his grey v-neck. Even Dad seemed intimidated by him. It was going perfectly.

“I’m the one lucky to have him,” Kenny wrapped an arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. “Your son is the sweetest, most hon- uhhhhh.” Suddenly, he stopped mid sentence, his voice dragging tensely. I looked up to him and it was like everything came to a halt.

“You alright there?” My dad starts to ask, noticing something off. Kenny’s head started to twitch to the side slightly and he began to blink spontaneously. He was completely unresponsive, I didn’t know what was going on.

Panicked I pulled him up, luckily his legs were still semi-functioning as I pulled him up. “Oh, he’s fine!” I lied. “He- he just needs to freshen up, we’ll be right back!” Without looking back, I led my unresponsive boyfriend into the bathroom. Hopefully my parents wouldn’t think too much into it, but who would come to the truth at a glance?

Locking the door behind me, I sat him down on the toilet. His face remained frozen, mouth agape with synthetic drool pooling on his chin. I didn’t know how to fix him. Pulling out my phone I dialed my roommate, Chester.

After a moment, he finally answered, “Hey man what’s up! How’s meeting the parents going!”

“Not good,” I replied bluntly. “Your experiment completely broke down!” I realized I started talking loudly. If I didn’t shut up my parents would realize something was seriously wrong with Kenny. “You said this robot would be a flawless boyfriend to show off to my parents. What happened?”

“Oh shit.” I hear him say on the other end. “My cat screwed with my keyboard and wrecked the AI!” I start hearing him typing vigorously.

“Can you fix it? I’m hiding out in the bathroom with him all limp and stupid!”

“No… the code will take days to fix. Give me a second.” He leaves me on hold for a moment. I could hear typing on the other end before, “Okay, I think I found a solution. It’s still in development, but I’m going to try and activate puppet mode. First, you have to do something.”

“Okay what do you need?”

“You’ll have to reset it. Take off the K3 units shirt. You’ll find his power switch marked by his tattoo.” Doing as he said, I unbutton his shirt revealing his rock-hard muscles. As real as they feel, I know it’s nothing but silicone skin and metal parts encasing a supercomputer. On his pecs I see the Roman-numeral tattoo. “Now press it for five seconds.”

Placing my hand on his pec, my hand concaved into his skin. Kenny’s eyes shut and he sat there completely motionless. After a moment I lifted my hand off of him. “Ok Ches, now what?”

No response from the phone. But suddenly, Kenny’s eyes shot open. He stared at me coldly, before saying. “Hello? Testing…testing… Steven, is it working?”

“Umm Kenny?” I say back.

“Naw dude it’s me! Chester!” He says in Kenny’s programmed voice. The robot stands, though his movements seem slightly more artificial. “Puppet mode seems to be functional. I’m controlling the K3 unit from my computer!”

“That’s awesome! You have to let me try it sometime”.

“Sure, sure. But first let’s get you out of this. Now I don’t know how stable this connection is so let’s finish dinner so you can get us back home.” As he begins to get a feel for movement, he seems to be as real as before.

“Sounds good.” I start to turn towards the door, but then get an idea. “Actually, what’s the rush. You let me take him out to see how realistic he could act. I was promised that Kenny could play the perfect boyfriend. So… why not test that out.”

Kenny, rather Chester, knew exactly what I meant and gladly followed my command. As I unbuckled my pants and let my growing erection loose, my robot boyfriend got down to his knees and got down to work. Even though he’s nothing but a realistic puppet, every lick and suck felt unbelievably real. I knew that I would have a lot more fun with K3 in the future. And hey, maybe I can convince Chester to let me test out his other prototypes.

[nethandrake]

keep me as your finish line.

stevetony. avengers assemble. rated t. fake/pretend relationship. 4.9k words.

for the fall backwards: an avengers assemble flash exchange hosted by @cap-ironman and @ishipallthings

also on ao3.

*****

Like most shenanigans of this sort, it happens on a Tuesday.

“—was saying! But Sam told me— Hey, what’s that?”

Tony follows Steve’s line of sight, pointed towards a small glimmer coming out from the cracks on the sidewalk. Steve edges closer, getting down on one knee to pick it up.

“What is it? A dime?”

“Nope,” Steve replies, holding his hand up. “Not even close.”

It’s a ring. It’s a pretty thing, a band of silver with a small diamond nestled in the middle.

“Why, Steven,” Tony begins teasingly, “you’re going to propose to me in the middle of a sidewalk?”

Steve’s grin widens. “Carpe diem.”

“How romantic.”

Tony’s about to drag Steve up to his feet when a flash of light stills him.

There’s a crowd gathered around them, holding out their phones and they grin manically.

“Say yes!” someone calls.

“Say what?” Tony asks.

“Say yes,” Steve replies, infuriatingly calm. “They want you to marry me.”

Tony freezes. The noise around them grows louder.

“Well, Shellhead?” Steve murmurs, his grin plastered back on. “Marry me?”

Tony should say no. He should haul Steve to his feet and tell everyone to scram, tell them that this is all a misunderstanding. He should toss the ring far, far away and make a run for it.

“Yes,” he whispers instead.

 *****

  Tony breaks the silence halfway through the elevator ride.

“Well, that was something.”

Steve chuckles. “I’m never picking a ring up ever again.”

Tony lets out a hollow laugh of his own. “The board’s going kill me.”

“No, they won’t.”

“Yes, they will,” Tony insists. “Me a part of a fake public proposal? The stocks are going to plunge, the board will be on me even more than usual, and the media—”

The media. The public.

Steve.

Oh god.

“Steve,” Tony begins, “I—”

The elevator doors open. They step into the common area.

There’s a banner that’s stuck to the ceiling with arrows that says, ‘CONGRATULATIONS ON THE ENGAGEMENT’, in block letters. Heart-shaped balloons hang from every corner of the room. Cupcakes with icing in Captain America and Iron Man colors are stacked high in the middle of the dining table.

“Surprise!” Sam cries out.

Clint whoops. Thor blows on his party horn.

Oh god. The team.

How could he forget?

“We are not telling them,” Steve murmurs.

“Yes, we will,” Tony hisses back.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Tony would’ve argued back if Hulk hadn’t gathered them both into his arms, squeezing them with his massive, massive arms.

“‘Bout time you got together,” he says cheerfully before mashing Steve and Tony’s faces together.

That’s how Steve and Tony have their first kiss.

  *****  

They don’t end up telling them.

Tony doesn’t know why they don’t. It’d make sense to. They’re all friends. They’d understand how stupid the whole thing is, even if Tony has to suffer at the hands of their teasing.

But then Thor claps Tony on the back and regales the team with every instant Steve and Tony would wax poetic about each other and Sam shoves congratulatory cookies into his face and Bruce shows up to offer his congratulations and Tony just can’t bring himself to say anything. At least not yet.

Steve is perfectly content with keeping up with the charade, sticking by Tony’s side and openly holding his hand and nuzzling his cheek and looking at Tony as if he’s his whole world.

It doesn’t make sense. Steve’s the paragon of righteousness and truth. He never lies. Why he would start doing it now, over something dumb like this? It’s beyond Tony.

“About time you kids came out with it,” Clint says between mouthfuls of cake. “Felt like you kids were taking forever to tell us.”

“Which you didn’t,” Natasha points out, arching an eyebrow.

Steve rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around Tony’s waist and pulling him close. “We figured you guys would just hound us about it.”

“Hey, I can behave.”

“Sure you can,” Steve says before brushing his lips against Tony’s cheek.

Clint makes a retching sound. “You know what? I’m glad you guys kept it on the down-low. Don’t think I could take any form of PDA from either of you.”

God, if he only knew. If all of them only knew.

 *****

  The thing about being fake engaged while living with friends is that they have to share the same living space.

Which means sharing the same bed.

“I can take the floor,” Tony says as he exits his bathroom. “I’ve slept on worse.”

Steve’s gaze falls on him. He’s already dressed down in a tank top and shorts. Tony does his best to avert his gaze.

“Don’t be stupid. It’s big enough for the both of us.”

Tony glances at his king-sized bed with doubt.

Steve rolls his eyes and beckons him over.

Like a moth to a flame, Tony follows.

  *****  

 The next morning is total chaos.

Tony’s phone is overwhelmed with messages and missed calls. His inbox is full of lengthy emails. The press is divided. So is the board.

Fury asks to see him, to see them.

The team has gathered in the communal kitchen when Steve and Tony head down in rumpled clothes and bed hair. The grins they send them are wolfish.

“Good night?” Clint begins, waggling his eyebrows.

Steve beams, draping his arm around Tony’s shoulder. “Very good night.”

And it’s too much. Too sudden. Too everything.

So like any sane person would in this kind of situation, Tony hides.

  *****  

  Steve forces his way into the workshop on the fourth day.

“You can’t hide from me forever,” he says. “The team’s worried about you. I’m worried about you.”

Tony ignores him, fixating on the hundredth tabloid headline about him and Steve on the screen in front of him instead.

Steve closes the news with a wave of the hand. “Hey,” he says softly, “you alright?”

Tony doesn’t say anything for a long moment. “It’s a mess. The whole thing’s a mess. Imagine when everyone finds out that this is all fake. They’ll kill us.”

“Not if we stay engaged.”

Tony whips around to face Steve. “You can’t be serious.”

Steve nods, solemn. “Oh, I’m serious.”

“JARVIS, run a—”

“I’m not a Skrull,” Steve huffs. “Or an LMD. Or under the influence of magic. Or mind-controlled. I genuinely do think we should stay engaged. At least, for now.”

Tony stares at him in disbelief. “God, do you hear yourself right now? Does it make sense to—”

“Yes.” Steve pulls up the holograms again, scrolling through. “Look. Everyone’s happy—”

“Not everyone.”

“The team’s happy for us. Fury isn’t pissed for once. The stocks have been soaring since the news. If you haven’t been reading trashy tabloids and right-winged articles, you would know that a lot of people are supportive. In fact,” Steve opens a new article, “a lot of people in the LGBTQ+ community are excited. The announcement’s helped a lot of people come out, or at least be more accepting of their own identities. It’s good for the people.”

Tony exhales heavily. “I’m not saying it isn’t. God knows that everyone needs all the support they can get. It’s just that we shouldn’t. It’s not right. I may be pan but you’re—”

“I’m bi.”

Tony blinks. “You’re—”

“Bisexual,” Steve affirms.

Tony files that information away for later. He’s one step closer to having a mental breakdown and processing the revelation that Steve’s bisexual wouldn’t help matters.

“Regardless, this isn’t a life or death situation. I can deal with the company and the press and—”

“You’re my friend. I can help.”

“What if you find someone you—”

“I don’t think I will,” Steve says firmly.

“Steve, I—” Tony sighs, wiping his face with his hand. “What about the team? Shouldn’t they know?”

“The fewer people that know, the better.”

Tony blinks. “Are you crazy?”

Steve grins. “Nope.”

“Well, jury’s out on that.” Tony groans, slumping in his seat. “God, we should’ve told them it was all a misunderstanding.”

Steve smiles, squeezing Tony’s shoulder in reassurance. “It’ll all work out. You’ll see.”

Tony highly doubts that.

“You’re not going to wear someone else’s ring.”

“You can make me a new one.”

“I figured you’d say that. So, you know.” Tony climbs up to his feet, pulling one of his desk drawers open and reaching inside. “I didn’t lock myself up for no reason. Here. It’s not vibranium but uh, hope you like it.” 

Steve takes the ring out from the velvet box gingerly, as if he’s afraid it’ll break. “You’ve always had my heart,” he murmurs as he examines the inscription on the silver band. “Wow.”

Tony’s breath catches at the reverence in Steve’s tone. “Figured you’ll like that kind of sappy thing.”

“I do,” Steve says and god he sounds so happy, so touched, so— “Here’s yours.”

It’s a simple gold ring, with a familiar scrawl engraved on the inside.

You’ve given me a home.

Tony almost breaks down.

*****

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