#also loooove the unhinged face he had in the first one :3

[girlwithwolftatoo]

i love love loooove angst so how about Steven in the psych ward speaking to Arthur and being told that y/n isn’t real

poor babes </3

My poor baby!

(This one will also be written as a drabble)

One day, Steven was placing new products on the gift shop, and then one glass pyramid fell onto the floor. Luckily, it didn't break, but a visible scratch appeared on the landing face, and he gulped in guilt, knowing that the thing would be discharged from his bill. A full broken piece would be a shame, but after dump it and sweep the floor everyone would forget it, a scarred piece, on the other hand, had a different fate. It was complete, it would be as good as the other pyramids, but nobody would like it with that crack on its face.

Steven remembered the feeling of solitude he had when he put the cracked pyramid apart, because he wasn't fully broken. Just scratched, badly scratched after Arthur's words.

"I beg you pardon?" he muttered, his whole body tensed "Why did you say that?"

"Yo've been doing a big progress in these last sessions" doctor Harrow's eyes nailed on the shaking figure, fixing his glasses "You've proven yourself being honest and brave by admiting your mother isn't longer with you, and... this new step is just the same"

Steven shook his head. He needed to speak to Marc right now, he might be hidding things from him but he would tell the true... he had to knew...

"I... I had dates with her" Steven murmured "She took pictures with me... they're on the internet, you can watch' em... we visited a lot of places..."

"Yes, well... it's good to know she's not another persona you created, but... that doesn't make her re-"

"She's real!" Steven shout, staring at Harrow with wet eyes "I know she's real, I knew her, I went to her place, I...!"

"All those dates and meetings were made by your mind, you felt so lonely after so many failed attempts to get a special one..."

"That's not true! I know she's out here, and she gotta be wondering where am I...! I can prove it, I remember her phone number, just..." Steven ran onto the phone and tried to grab it, but Harrow placed one hand on it.

"Steven, calm down..."

"I'll call her, and I'll tell her you're a bloody little worm!"

"Steven, stop lying to yourself, you just get hurt everytime you choose not to accept reality..."

"She's real!" the man's last scream was so loud and unnerving the door opened and the nurses showed up. Anyways, doctor Harrow asked them to stop, while Steven kneeled on the floor, tugging his hair in desperation. She was real, she had to be real, what happened to all those memories, to all those feelings he shared with her? How could she be part of his imagination? Harrow was lying, Harrow just wanted to bother him.

Doctor Harrow approached him, placing his hands on the shaking shoulders like a comprehensive father to his unhinged son. Steven didn't stop the first tears running through his cheeks.

"Steven... let's get back to the chair, shall we?"

Hi looked into Harrow's face. He needed to see the smallest hint of deception in it, he needed to know his words were a lie.

"She's my friend" he mumbled, standing up slowly "We... we are friends..."

"You'll have friends, Steven, as soon as you recover from this, you understand?"

But the man shooked his head. Marc... he had to know...

"I don't want new friends" he cried, rubbing his face with the back of his arm "I want her"

Harrow cocked his head, his grimace was one of pity.

"I'm sorry, Steven... and Marc, if he can hear me"

(Y/N) stared at the crystal pyramid, one of those days she dropped in Steven's place. It was half buried in piles of paper.

"This is so cute!" she said, holding it to the lamp light. The glass created some golden reflections on the table, and Steven aproached it.

"Oh dear, I've forgotten about these"

"It's lovely, why isn't with your other pyramids?"

"Because it's damaged, see?" he pointed out the scratch "Won't look nice"

"Oh, you're right... didn't notice" she smiled at the broken face with that sweetness she was capable of "Too bad it's hidden here, it's a nice piece, despite this little thing here"

"You think so?"

"Yeah... you don't simply dump wounded things, you can fix or heal them, and if you can't... it still has a lot of good things to show"

Steven's hand gently rubbed hers. She could see beauty in everything, even in a scratched glass, even in him...

"You can keep it" he said. Her eyes went wide.

"Really?"

"Yes, sure... I mean, it'd look nice on your desk if you want to put it there-" Steven couldn't finish his sentence because she threw her arms around him.

"Oh, Steven, thank you! Of course I'm gonna place it on the desk, the sunlight will reach it there... I'll be extra careful, I promise"

When the darkness of unconsciousness reached him, Steven left a relieved sigh.

[goodgirlofglory]

/Masterpost/

Status: completed

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: 18+, non-con, dub-con, Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (be safe out there) Explicit language, a lot of smut, oral (m/f receiving), bondage, asphyxiation, cumplay, Graphic descriptions of violence, graphic descriptions of blood, graphic description of injury, angst, fluff, a lot of plot too and some love.

Series summary: Months after disappearing of the face of the earth, Steve Rogers reappears as Hydra’s new fist, brainwashed and seemingly stripped of all memory of his former life. Except he remembers you, his former neighbor who he harboured some secret feelings for. In his twisted state of mind, Steve returns to claim that which lingered on his mind. A lot of pain ensues...along with a lot of pleasure. 

Author’s preface: Though this is not the first series I have written, it’s the first I’ve finished. After re-descovering Infinity War and Nomad Steve last fall, I fell head first down tumblr’s fanfiction rabbit hole.

My, what a thirsty lot;))))

I quickly became obsessed with the thought of an unhinged, unrelenting Dark!Steve Rogers and all the delicious, mental turmoil that entails, and before I knew it I was 5 chapters deep in this story. One more parts + a prologue and an epilogue and here we are!

This series holds a dear place in my heart, has unleashed ungodly fantasies in my head, and I so so hope you enjoy it.

Your media consumption is your own responsibility, but I advise you to not engage if the content in the warnings triggers you. Not beta-read, all mistakes are mine. My work is not to be destributed outside my blog.

I have looooved all the feedback on this series, and any like, reblog and reply warms my heart.

Thank you<3

(also haha, I do not know how to make those amazing headers and themes and edits, so a half-way decent cover made in Paint had to do lmao)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue

[nekoabiwrites]

To Love a Remus

It’s @doces-e--tuga / @pastries-and-deceit‘s birthday!! And she deserves all the loooove <3 Happy Birthday Maria!! (at least in her timezone)

I’m late to the party with posting this bc I’ve been at work for too long, but I hope you like it <3 I am also a slut for the idea that the Dark Sides all were buds back before Virgil moved over to the others, so this is more of a reflection of that too.

AU: n/a Pairing: Demus Words: 1366 Warnings: Deceit and Remus, blood mention, inappropriate conduct, bandaging wounds. Anything else, please let me know!

Summary: Remus is an idiot... but somehow Deceit thinks that idiot is somehow... attractive?

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A scream echoed down into the dark and dingy room, getting closer by the second. Virgil merely offered a glance up to the darkened ceiling to confirm its source before returning to looking at his phone, scrolling through his tumblr feed absent-mindedly. Silently, he mouthed a countdown from 3.

As he reached 1 and nodded his head towards the sound, something smacked onto the floor. The accompanying noise of the air getting completely knocked from someone’s body made the anxious side flinch ever so slightly, but he still didn’t get up from his curled-up position. His eyes darted to see if the other was now lifeless, but Virgil was able to notice the heaving breaths and the wide eyes staring directly upwards which quelled the growing nerves a little.

Stunned silence followed, only being broken by the heavy breaths from the one laying on the floor.

“Is this heaven…?” The body piped up.

“Judging by your presence, it’s hell.” Virgil retorted, now fully turning his attention to his mindless scrolling.

“Oh. So I am dead?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “No, Remus. You’re not dead. Unfortunately.”

“Good!” The green side hopped back up onto his feet quickly before wincing in pain. He instinctively put his hands to his side as his body attempted to crumple into that spot. Blood coated his hand when he pulled it away. Remus inspected it then licked from the heel of his hand to the tip of his middle finger, humming happily. He also glanced down to where he’d been laying for several minutes, finding that he’d left a nice puddle of red there too.

“Ugh… Fucking disgusting.” Virgil muttered, grimacing and observing the duke. He stood up on the sofa and hopped over the arm in order to avoid the area Remus was now standing in. “I’m not dealing with this.”

“Bye Virgil!” Remus waved his still-bloody hand, splattering some of it onto the walls. He considered painting a picture on them with the red liquid once he noticed it, but he was interrupted before he could even start narrowing down what he wanted to make. A hand gripped his shoulder tightly and started to steer him towards the small table. Remus followed obediently, hoping up to take a seat on the table while his companion took one of the chairs.

The first aid kit that was usually stashed in the kitchen was open, yellow gloves sat to the side of it. “What did you do this time?” Deceit asked, already reaching for items from the box.

Remus grinned, already stripping his top half in preparation for Deceit’s medical attention, “Well, if you really want to know, I-” The moustachioed side began to tell a tale of how he’d snuck into the imagination through his ‘back door’ – Remus giggled maniacally at that - and left a note for his brother, telling him of a large monster that was roaming the depths of the forest. Remus then had camped out for days, transformed into said monster, waiting for his twin to appear. Roman had eventually fought his way through the forest brush and found him; an epic battle apparently took place where both of them were left bruised, bloody and beaten. Remus faked the death of the monster and found himself leaving the imagination the hard way. “And then I fell all the way down to here!” The unhinged grin was plastered so far across the other side’s face, it was making Deceit’s skin crawl just slightly.

Through the story, Deceit had managed to easily bandage up Remus’s large wound. The box was snapped shut and gloves were put back in their place, “I’m not busy and I have plenty of time to look after you like this. So, do be stupid while you recover because I will do this again.” The scaled side slipped the first aid kit through into the kitchen before briskly walking to his room. Before exiting, he glanced back at Remus who was picking at the bandages, “I love it when you get hurt…” Deceit quickly darted from the room, hoping Remus hadn’t picked up on what he’d accidentally muttered to himself.

Deceit knew his purpose, he knew what role he had to play, and that role had nothing to do with love of his own and yet here he was. As the door to his room clicked open, the scaled side was cursing himself mentally. He was still trying to gain of control his feelings and sometimes they just slipped out. Usually, it wouldn’t be an issue. He’d be alone and thinking about it, words would fall from his mouth and Deceit would curl up into a cushion and wait for his blush to diminish. Before he could resign himself to an evening of lingering over every word and touch, something tackled him from behind and wrapped its limbs around him, sending Deceit toppling to the floor. He attempted to grab a hold of his dresser to steady himself, but it went falling over with him, creating a loud crash.

“Remus, I swear to god, if you are destroying this place again, I will-” Virgil stormed out of his room. He only got a few steps into the hallway before stopping dead.

Remus was happily staring up at Virgil, a playful glint in his eyes and an unhinged grin on his face, while he lay completely atop a very flustered Deceit. Sure, Deceit was face down on the ground and seemingly trying to claw himself out from underneath Remus and it could have been entirely innocent, but with Remus involved, Virgil didn’t want to take any chances. He turned sharply around and walked back the way he came without a word. At least, until his door shut.

“Just keep it quiet. I don’t need to hear that shit!”

If Deceit’s face wasn’t already blindingly red, Virgil’s implication had him practically combusting. He managed to scramble out of Remus’s hold with some effort. Once back on his feet, Deceit righted himself and attempted to look unphased. He wanted to say something, imply that Virgil was wrong, lie through his teeth and say that nothing like that would ever happen between them. Deceit cleared his through in order to do just that but, as he looked down upon Remus, something was not allowing him to lie about that.

Remus was still laying on the floor, attempting to pose in a flirtatious manner, but the exaggerated nature of it was hindering it somewhat. At least, Deceit thought that should be the case, but for some bizarre reason that had no explanation, he was finding it… attractive. His thoughts were a mess for a moment, all the noise around became simply background static as his body worked on autopilot. In no time at all, Deceit was at eye level with Remus, lips pressed firmly against his. It was a little awkward considering that Deceit had to deal with Remus’ current position and his body was seemingly refuse to lay down alongside him, but it didn’t seem to intrude on it whatsoever. After a few moments of silence, the scaled side pulled back sharply.

All of a sudden, Remus’ arm shot out and wrapped itself around the back of Deceit’s neck, tugging him back in close, “Oh no! You're not getting away that easily, my sexy mamba.” He said, loudly. Remus flopped backwards, so he was now entirely laying on the floor, making it far easier for Deceit to kiss him again.

A fake vomiting sound came from the shut door across the hallway, as well as a pained groan. Remus pushed Deceit away for a brief moment, letting the scaled side take a few breaths as well as take the last few seconds to look at the world around them as Remus was going to make sure they both didn’t see it for a long time once they started again. He called out to Virgil, “Don’t be jealous, Virgil!” An unholy screech pierced their ears while was quickly muffled before Remus tugged Deceit back in again, moving them without getting up through the open door to Deceit’s room, more than excited to finally get things started with the other side.

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