#evil steve

[sunnysideprincess]

I've been in a writing slump since real life is being a massive bitch, so I wrote evil Steve to cheer myself—enjoy!

Steve/Tony, established relationship

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On Monday, Steve arrived to a mess in his war room. Newspapers and clippings thrown about in haste. Boxes of reports upturned and dumped off their perch on the shelves. The table lying face down on the ground, the chair kicked off to the other side of the ten by ten room. The wall with the connections, carved with blades had been hit with something blunt, repeatedly. It was a wreck. A tornado hellbent on destruction. And in the middle of it all, Tony Stark stood with his shoulders heaving, wearing the shirt he was supposed to wear for their dinner reservation.

"How long?"

Steve didn't answer. Instead, he walked around the scattered information, taking care not to step on the shards of the ceramic bowl that once held candy for the "kids". Tony didn't turn, just stiffened when their fingers brushed. When Steve gently grabbed the hammer from his hand and set it aside.

"New York."

He often compared his lover's rage to an inferno. Rather poetic, that it would be aimed at him one day.

Tony stepped away and slipped. It was only Steve's hand grabbing him by his hip that kept him from falling on the floor. From hurting himself. And hurting Steve by extension.

"How—Why?" Tony snarled and backed away. Steve, magnanimously, let him go. Let him think he could get away. "Who else?"

"Natasha. Wanda. Bruce. Maria. Clint. Sometimes Pepper."

A blink, long and surprised. Hurt.

"Pepper?" His voice broke. Still. Better the truth than lie. And they really wouldn't have gotten anywhere without her. "My Pepper?"

"She wants to protect you."

"Protect-" Tony laughed, smacking his head with the back of his hand. He was stumbling a little. "Protection? You're killing people!"

"Only the ones who get in our way."

"Your way to where?"

Steve tilted his head and assessed the damage. Natasha often accused him of being too unfeeling. Too balanced. But losing control, losing his temper wouldn't make Tony trust him again.

"Justice. Accords were one way to get there. But it was wrong. Too..." He looked for the right word, while also looking at the loose buttons of Tony's collar. He looked ethereal under the dim glow of fluorescent lamps. In his rage and grief. "Restricting."

"And this is better how? How is killing Ross, Fury and god—T'Challa any closer to justice?"

"T'Challa was holding his nation back, Tony. All that tech. Knowledge. How many could they help?"

"Bullshit! The only thing you took from Wakanda is weapons!"

"To fight the war."

"You blew up the WSC! You killed hundreds, Steve!"

"They were necessary sacrifice, Tony. For the greater-"

"Don't!"

Just one word was enough. Steve gulped, a semblance of want rising in his chest at the way his voice echoed in their quiet, sombre getaway apartment. At the way it shook the foundations.

It's why he couldn't let go of Tony. Why he kept hoping he would find out. Why he would find his lover, drag him away to a secluded corner after their missions.

Steve was always accused of being as cold, hard and uncompromising as the ice he was found in. But Tony was the opposite. All fire and rage, blazing warmth of a thousand suns.

Steve wanted to feel that burn against his skin. Wanted Tony to melt the ice as well as his bones.

It was a morbid thought. But maybe also a romantic one.

"I'm leaving."

"Tony-"

"I'm leaving. I'm not coming back. You won't see me. You won't touch me with those hands."

He made a show of bracing himself, of his own stubborn determination. Later, Steve would laugh at it. The way he stumbled and yelped when Steve grabbed his arm.

When he spun him so his back was pressing against his chest. When the ice encircled the fire, to keep it imprisoned.

"No, Tony."

Tony shivered and struggled.

"Steve, what the hell?"

"You're not going anywhere. We're going to talk. You're going to tell me who told you about us. And then we will have our dinner-"

"Let me go. Steve, let me go right now!"

Steve smiled and sighed.

"No, sweetheart. Didn't you hear? Captain Hydra is one crazy bastard."

[ppatricia34me]

"Hello, little girl, what's your rush? You're missing all the flowers The sun won't set for hours" (Ok sooo I've been really into Steve and Bucky lately, I fell in love thanks to some X Readers, Honesty I love tuning heroes into villains, Like they both look great, also I was trying to make it look like I had been crying!) (Also writing my self-indulgent story of these guys is taking longer than I thought it would!)

(Also look at tiny Strange!)

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton into the FNAF-verse

[morganbritton132]

Steve, on the phone in the background of Eddie’s live-stream: Hey, Dustin. I don’t know what you did but Lucas said it was unforgivable and Max won’t even talk about it.

Steve: Whatever it is, you need to apologize to Will. Like right now.

Steve: Anyways, call me back when you get this message. Love you, buddy.

Steve: *hangs up*

Eddie, concerned: …What did he do?

Steve: Oh. Nothing.

Steve: He was just mean to me yesterday so I want him to suffer a little bit.

[shushmal]

There's an incredibly pretty girl at the front desk in Family Video, and Steve—Eddie's boyfriend of eight months—is leaning over the counter with a sly smile and half-lidded eyes.

Eddie pauses in the doorway, struck dumb for a moment as he takes in the scene, and then gleefully ducks down behind the nearest shelf.

"So tell me," Steve says, all low and intimate. "What kind of movie were you looking for?"

"Um," the girl says. She doesn't sound very enthusiastic—barely indulgent at best. Eddie wishes he could see, but any sight of him will ruin Steve's chances right now. He's got a pretty good mental picture though. "I really like those old black and white movies, the really glamorous ones, you know?"

"Oh, totally," Steve sighs, like he's swooning. "Like Cary Grant, Clarke Gabel?" Eddie can practically hear his smirk. "Katharine Hepburn? Ginger Rogers?"

"Oh, I love Ginger Rogers!"

"Really?" Steve says matching her excitement. "Well, you're just in luck! Robin here knows all about those old black and white movies, don't you Robin?"

Eddie presses a hand to his mouth to hide his snickering. Robin had looked like a hooked fish when he'd walked in, she's gotta be gaping stupidly right now. "Uuuh," he hears her mumbling, and tries not to snort too loud. "Y-Yeah, uh, golden age of Hollywood stuff, absolutely. I could? Show you where they are?"

"Oh my gosh, that would be amazing!" the girl says, her interest in the conversation now warmed by several degrees. Eddie is still a little in awe of how well his boyfriend can sniff out gay girls.

"I got the front here, Robin," Steve cuts in smoothly. "You ladies take your time, make sure you pick out a good one!"

Eddie waits another beat, listening at their footsteps shuffle away, before he pops up from behind the shelf. Steve, lighting up like a Christmas tree, beams at him.

"Am I a genius or what?" he whispers, grinning ear to ear.

"Your lesbian powers know no equal," Eddie says just as quietly, taking the girl's spot at the counter, leaning into Steve's space. Steve happily mirrors him, until they're tucked together, the world narrowing down to the two of them. It's Eddie's favorite place to be. "All hail Steve Harrington, blessid he, lesbian whisper. Come to aid all useless queers in the fight against singledom."

"Thank you, thank you," Steve says with an air of novel benevolence. "I promise to only use my powers for good."

"Dingus. Doofus."

They jump away from each other as if shocked. Robin glowers at them both, but the pretty girl behind her is giggling and standing way too close for friendly, just at Robin's elbow.

"Move it, lovebirds," she hisses as she rounds the desk. "I need to check Claire out."

"I think you already have," Steve says. His smile this time is down right evil.

Robin actually hisses at him, and hip checks him away from the register. Eddie does a bow, sweeping his arm out to give Claire the prime spot in front of the desk, before he turns back to Steve.

"My dear, if you could please," he simpers, all posh and nasally. "Show me to your finest, grossest horror movie, thank you my good sir."

"Ugh," Steve groans already heading off into the shelves, not waiting for Eddie to follow. "You're lucky I love you, Ed. Shit gives me nightmares."

"I know," Eddie sings, chasing him. "I love you too."

[skepsiss]

Eddie would show Steve real music this, Eddie shows Steve the wonders of Lord of the Rings that----I get it. But have you considered....... Steve gets Eddie into those ridiculous, smutty romance novels? The ones that even if they're bad, they're good. Have you considered Steve getting Eddie into the Indy 500? NASCAR? What about cooking shows? Cheesy soap operas where Steve literally knows every insane storyline by memory? WHAT ABOUT EDDIE GETTING INTO STEVE'S INTERESTS???

[artiststarme]

Steve keeps brushing off Eddie’s flirting and thinking he isn’t interested while putting his all into flirting. Eddie is losing his mind until eventually he snaps. He literally jumps up in the middle of a movie everyone is watching when Steve tangles their hands together and screams for all to hear.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington! Either kiss the fuck out of me or stop flirting with me like you mean it and holding my hands during a chick flick!”

Steve blinked at him. “So you mean you like me back? Well why didn’t you just say so?!”

“I’ve been flirting with you for months! As soon as you took your shirt off, I started making moves. I was flirting with you in the Upside Down!”

“Well I was a little distracted then! And besides, you should’ve made it more obvious,” he said with all the sass he could muster.

“Holy shit Steve, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered exasperatedly before grabbing Steve’s face and mashing his lips to his.

[strawberrieslovethere]

I kept laughing about this, so I had to make it lol

[helwise]

yippieeee !! my own take on this thing :3

help i do not know how to add the template

[diviedrawn]

Manifesting CV remake so badly

[orbuz228]

[suggesting-themes]

I’ve been thinking so hard about Stucky recently (and of course I live in this beautiful la la land where Bucky comes back to Steve after CA:TWS and CA:CW never happens) but like, every time Bucky remembers something, it’s something he’s already lost. Everyone focuses on his relationship with Steve which is like, why we’re all here obviously. But like, the pain of realizing the last time you saw your mother was 70 years ago. The last thing your sister ever said to you was “See you soon!” and then she lived her whole life without you. You missed everything. The guilt, the grief. Steve had no siblings, never knew his father, and his mother died when he was 18 so he had already learned to carry it by the time he went under the ice at 26. He knew how to get by on his own, but Bucky never did. Steve tries his best to be there for Bucky when he wakes up one day and remembers that he had a family. Sometimes being there for him means taking him to the cemetery, finding his parents graves and letting him sob over them, like Steve had done over Buck’s empty grave in Arlington when his feet took him there on the nights he couldn’t sleep.

[chloesimaginationthings]

William through the whole FNAF movie off screen

[morganbritton132]

Someone post a Tiktok of Eddie and Steve clearly having their date interrupted by some fans of Eddie’s

Eddie is very obviously trying to be nice. He’s talking to them and taking pictures with them, but he’s also subtly trying to end this interaction. Steve, meanwhile, looks pissed.

The longer this conversation goes on, the more annoyed he looks until he takes a deep breath. He centers himself and then he burst into tears.

His whole body shakes when he sobs, “Eddie, what do you mean you want a divorce?!”

It takes over two hours for the person to post a part two where you can see Steve immediately stop crying when the fans awkwardly shuffle away.

He wipes his face, sticks his fork into their shared dessert and says, “So, anyways.”

Eddie collapses in on himself like a puppet whose strings were cut and whisper-shouts at Steve, “I hate when you do that! I think it’s real every time.”

“Well, I hate when my date is interrupted.”

[jewelianism]

you want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘wow, isnt he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ you think ill be the dark sky so you can be the star? ill swallow you whole.

[vamprray]

I love you code Veronica, sob...