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[babyjakes]

Do— would you recommend any treatments for those of us without daddies? 🥺☹️

Especially if nurse Steve 🤭 is helping 🥰

(Can I be 🏰 anon?)

Great question, sweetheart! Littles without caregivers are absolutely welcome to come see us for treatment. For many of our patients in this situation, we recommend recurring appointments for both physical and mental health services. Our regression specialist has availability for individualized caregiving sessions; all of our littles love their time with Mr. Andy! And the doctor who puts together your treatment plan can decide what physical treatments might be right for you. Depending on the specific procedure, many times one of us nurses can administer it without a head supervising 😉

— Steve Rogers, RN

[inkandoliveoil]

Why don’t we stay just like this?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem! reader

word count: 1.72k

Genre: lots of fluff & lots of casual dominance from stevie ❥

Summary: you’re always somewhere up in the clouds and Steve is always there to help you back down

Set post-Hawkins, somewhere calm and safe.

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The kettle whistles softly in the background, and you barely notice until Steve’s voice cuts through the fog in your head.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he says, gently but with a smirk you know too well. “You gonna space out until the water boils off, or…?”

You blink, turning from the window, sheepish. “Sorry. Just thinking.”

He crosses the kitchen with the kind of confident ease that still makes your heart tilt. One hand goes to the knob, switching off the stove, while the other finds its way to your lower back. His palm rests there like it belongs.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks, voice lower now, more private. It’s just you and him in the quiet of your shared apartment, Sunday light slanting across the hardwood floors. The world feels still, like it pauses just for the two of you.

You shrug, smiling up at him. “Nothing. Everything. The way the light looks. You.”

Steve chuckles, and it’s low and warm. “God, you’re such a softie.”

“Says the man making me tea,” you tease, tilting your head at him.

“That’s different,” he replies. “I’m caring. You’re floaty.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.” His thumb strokes your back absentmindedly. “You always get that dazed look in the morning. Like you’re walking through a dream.”

You huff, half-pouting. “Maybe I am. You ever think of that?”

He smiles then, really smiles, all eyes and softness and something protective underneath. “Then I guess I’ll have to keep you grounded.”

You lean into him automatically, head resting against his chest, and Steve wraps his arms around you with practiced ease. He’s always steady like this—always a little bossy in the sweetest way, guiding you with his hands, his voice, like it’s second nature.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “C’mon. Let’s sit down. You look like you’ll float away if I let go.”

You let him lead you to the couch, his hand never leaving yours. He pulls you into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and you melt there, curling up against him.

“You know,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back behind your ear, “I don’t mind when you drift off. As long as you come back to me.”

You close your eyes, breath catching just a little. “I always do.”

“I know,” he says. “Still gonna hold you tight, just in case.”

And he does.

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It’s been five whole minutes and you haven’t moved.

Not because you’re uncomfortable—quite the opposite. You’re tucked into Steve’s lap, your legs draped lazily over his, your cheek against his shoulder. He’s warm and solid beneath you, smelling faintly like that stupid cologne he swears he doesn’t wear for you (he does). His thumb is tracing slow, lazy circles on your thigh where the hem of your sleep shorts has ridden up.

“You’re doing it again,” he murmurs, voice low against your ear. “Floating.”

You hum, eyes half-closed. “I like it here.”

“I know,” he says. “But you haven’t had a sip of your tea, and your toes are cold.”

You pout without opening your eyes. “You’re warm.”

“And you’re clingy.”

You feel his hand leave your thigh, only for it to slide up your back, under your shirt, fingertips tracing your spine lightly, possessively.

“Sit up,” he says gently, but there’s no room for argument in his tone.

You blink up at him, slow and blinking like a dazed little cat, and he raises one brow.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he says. “I asked nicely.”

You shift, reluctantly, and he helps you sit upright with one hand firm on your waist. The moment you’re up, he reaches past you and grabs the still-steaming mug from the table, wrapping your hands around it like it’s his job to make sure you don’t let it slip.

“Drink.”

You obey, mostly because he said it like that.

The tea is sweet and a little floral, something you picked out at the store and he teased you for—called it “rosy little garden brew” or something like that—but he still made it for you. He always does.

“Good girl,” he says, so casually it nearly slips past you—but it doesn’t.

Your eyes flick up to his, a flush creeping up your neck. He smirks, just a little, but his thumb is already back on your thigh, stroking slow again like it’s your grounding tether.

“There she is,” he murmurs. “That got your brain back online, huh?”

“I wasn’t that gone.”

“You were lookin’ through me like I was a tree.”

You giggle softly, resting your head back on his shoulder. “You’re bossy today.”

He tilts his head to kiss your temple. “You like me bossy.”

You don’t argue. You don’t need to.

The tea warms your hands. His hands warm everything else.

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Imperfect Couple - 18

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

Warning: Triggering conversation. Mentioned about sexual assault.

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Author Note: After this, you will hate Steve more.

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The news spread like wildfire: The First Lady has passed away from a sudden heart attack. The entire nation reeled at the announcement. It was a tragic day for the country, and the collective grief was palpable. You and Bucky struggled to believe it, exchanging shocked glances as you watched the news unfold on screen.

The twins, pale with grief, approached their father with questions in their eyes. “Why, a heart attack?” one of them whispered.

Steve’s expression was controlled, his answer calm. “Because with that, everyone will stop asking,” he replied. A sudden heart attack is understandable. Even General Carter died of one.

Just as Steve had predicted, people accepted it readily. “A heart attack? That’s horrible,” they’d say, before letting the matter rest. It was as if the finality of the explanation sealed Peggy’s fate in a way no one dared to question. And yet, to you, something felt out of place.

Only two weeks earlier, there had been news that Peggy had collapsed, and the doctors advised her to rest. You found yourself shaking your head as you spoke to Bucky. “She was so healthy, so careful with her lifestyle. Doesn’t it feel… odd?”

Bucky’s gaze was hard, thoughtful. “It does,” he admitted. “It really does.”

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The day of Peggy’s funeral arrived, a somber, overcast morning where gray clouds seemed to hang like a veil over the city. Dressed in black, the crowd of mourners filled the space around the somber cemetery, their faces etched with grief and disbelief. The country mourned the First Lady’s loss, and people lined up to pay their respects to Steve and the grieving family. You and Bucky observed from a distance, your expressions reflecting both sorrow and skepticism.

Caroline and Julius were also present, looking somber as they approached Hazel and Julius, standing silently nearby. Carol, her face set in sadness, touched Hazel’s arm gently. “Let’s go give Steve our condolences,” she whispered.

“You two go ahead,” Hazel murmured, looking away. Her eyes shifted, and a shadow of guilt crossed her face. She couldn’t bear to look at Peggy’s sons, William and Charles, standing on either side of their father, too young to fully understand the depths of their loss.

Carol frowned. “Hazel, don’t be stubborn,” she said softly. “Come on, Julius.” The two of them moved toward Steve, leaving Hazel standing there with her head bowed, biting her lip.

Julius, his voice low and respectful, extended his hand to Steve. “We’re deeply sorry, Steve. Peggy was a remarkable woman.”

Carol echoed his sentiments. “Yes, Steve. She’ll be missed so much. Our hearts are with you and the boys.”

Steve nodded, his face a well-practiced mask of grief. “Thank you both. Peggy loved you both very much.”

As the guests continued offering their sympathies, Natasha appeared at Hazel’s side, touching her arm and gesturing discreetly. Hazel hesitated but glanced over, catching your eye. You nudged Bucky, motioning in Hazel’s direction, but he shook his head. “Let them go,” he said quietly. “Not here, not now.”

Following Natasha, Hazel found herself being led to a private corner, away from the public’s eyes. Steve was already waiting, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. As Hazel approached, she looked pale, her posture small, as though she wanted to shrink away.

“Why do you look like you want to hide?” Steve asked, arching an eyebrow, his voice a low murmur.

Without a word, Hazel handed him her phone. Her hands were shaking. Steve took the device and glanced at the screen. What he read there made his expression falter, if only for a moment. The message on the screen was Peggy’s final words:

"I’ll give him to you. But know that each time you’re with him, I will always be the thorn between you two."

Hazel’s voice trembled as she spoke. “I found this after she…after she died. She sent it before… God, Steve, she’s gone because of me.”

Steve stepped forward, gently placing his hand at the back of her neck, pulling her head to his shoulder. “No, Hazel,” he murmured, his voice smooth and unyielding. “None of us lifted a finger. It was her choice. Her own doing.”

Steve held her tightly. “You’re my only anchor now,” he said softly, his hand stroking her hair. His tone was oddly calm, as if nothing truly rattled him.

Hazel gave a slight nod, though her face remained haunted. Steve’s grip around her tightened, but his gaze held a glint of satisfaction, a twisted sense of relief. Peggy’s demise, as he saw it, had finally cleared the way.

Later, as guests continued offering their condolences, Bucky made his way to Steve. His handshake was firm, his voice steady. “Steve,” he said, his eyes meeting his in an unreadable gaze. “My deepest condolences. Peggy was… well, she was a force.”

Steve’s expression was solemn, though his eyes glinted with something inscrutable. “Thank you, Bucky,” he replied smoothly. “I know Peggy always respected you.”

Bucky paused, holding Steve’s gaze a second longer, as if searching for something beneath his composed exterior. “If there’s anything you or the boys need, don’t hesitate to let us know. We’re here for you.”

Steve gave a small nod. “I appreciate it, Bucky. Really. This will be hard for the boys, but we’ll get through it.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened as he stepped back, his gaze never leaving Steve’s. “Take care of yourself. And of them.” He glanced briefly toward William and Charles, whose solemn faces seemed carved in stone, their small hands clutching each other as they mourned.

When Bucky returned to your side, he was silent, his eyes hard with an unspoken realization. Both of you had been deceived by Steve’s flawless facade for years, but now, something dark and undeniable seemed to lie beneath.

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Three Weeks Later

Carol sat on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the TV screen where Steve’s face appeared at an international summit, calm and composed, every bit the statesman. She frowned, resting her chin on her hand. “It’s not even a month since Peggy’s passing, and already there’s talk about him looking for a new partner,” she muttered with a casual nonchalance. “Should I introduce him to one of my friends?”

Julius, seated across from her, snapped his head up, a look of disbelief etched onto his face. “Carol… you were Peggy’s friend. How can you talk like this?”

“Because I was her friend, I want what’s best for Steve,” Carol replied, dismissively scrolling through photos on her phone. “Peggy would want someone from our circle by his side, someone appropriate. Maybe Emily? Or Kelly?”

From across the room, Hazel’s voice interrupted, quiet but firm. “Mom, you don’t have to go through all that trouble.”

Carol looked up, her eyes sharp. “Oh, but I insist,” she said with a sigh of self-importance. “Steve’s in his prime. Women would kill to be with him. Even women your age, Hazel.”

Hazel paused, her teacup clinking against its saucer as her hand trembled slightly.

Carol turned to Julius with newfound excitement. “Maybe we should introduce him to your cousin who just got divorced. She’s still young, and she can bear children—Peggy would approve of someone in our league taking her place. Steve has a mistress. I don't want that woman took Peggy's place.”

"Carol. Stop," Julius said, his voice sharp, cutting through his wife rambling.

A flicker of annoyance sparking in her eyes. “What? Imagine having someone actually related to the President by blood," she insisted, folding her arms, her tone dismissive as if Julius didn’t understand the gravity of her idea.

Julius took a step closer, his face tightening. "We already have," he replied quietly.

Carol looked at him in disbelief, then scoffed. “I don’t mean Bucky," she shot back, waving a hand as if the idea were absurd. "He's still just the Vice President. And I don't even want to think about him having kids with that woman.”

Julius’s expression darkened, his jaw clenched as he leaned closer. "He won’t forgive you if he hears that," he warned, voice low and tight, the threat clear. He knew how much Bucky loves you, even Bucky already gave a warning to Caroline, she still won't accept it.

She felt the heat of his words but only tilted her chin up defiantly. Julius took a deep breath, struggling to contain his frustration. "Carol," he said in a grave tone, “I’m giving you a warning. This is the last time." His hand closed into a fist, and the silence that followed was thick, crackling with unspoken tension.

“Mom. You can stop now,” she said, her voice edged with a firmness that made both her parents turn. “There’s already someone from our family related to the president”

The room fell silent. Carol’s fingers froze on her phone, and Julius looked up from his drink, confused. Hazel met their eyes steadily.

“Nate,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, yet each word felt as though it struck with the force of a hammer. “Steve is Nate’s father.”

There was a stunned pause, a dead silence before Carol’s phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a loud clatter. Her face turned pale as her mind scrambled to process the revelation, her hand covering her mouth in shock.

“All this time,” Hazel continued, her voice quiet but steady, “you wanted to know who Nate’s father was. Now you know.”

Carol’s face twisted, disbelief transforming into a horrified expression. She lunged forward, gripping Hazel’s shoulders tightly, her nails digging in. “Tell me this is a joke,” she hissed.

“You… you always kept things to yourself, dropping these bombshells when we least expect it. You came home one day, huge belly, and just announced you were pregnant, like it was nothing.” Her voice wavered, a mixture of anger and desperation. “You made me hide my face from our friends, miss every gathering because of you!”

Hazel stayed silent, even as her mother’s words lashed against her.

“Haze—Hazel,” Julius interjected, his voice a strained whisper, barely able to meet her eyes. “Is this true?”

She nodded. “Yes, father.”

“But why him? Of all people… what could he possibly give you that we haven’t?” Carol’s voice quivered, the shock laced with bitterness.

Hazel met her mother’s eyes, unflinching. “Because he listened to me. He understood me.”

Julius’s face hardened. “We gave you everything, Hazel. How can you say that?”

She drew in a breath, her expression bitter. “That’s the problem. You gave me everything I never asked for. All I ever asked is for both of you as my parents to listened to me.”

Carol scoffed, her face paling as realization settled in. “Listening?” she muttered, rubbing her forehead as if it hurt. “You keep talking about that. I don’t even know what you mean.”

Hazel’s hands trembled slightly, but she steadied herself, her tone cold. “Do you remember when I told you my ballet teacher kept touching me? That’s why I quit. But you didn’t believe me because he was ‘experienced,’ and you said I was overreacting.”

A silence so heavy settled in the room that even the ticking clock seemed deafening. Carol’s face twisted with a fleeting look of guilt, but it passed quickly.

Hazel’s gaze shifted to Julius. “And you—do you remember when I told you I was drugged by your best friend’s son at that party I didn’t even want to go to? You made me go. I came home, barely able to stand…” Her voice broke, the words hanging heavily in the air.

Julius covered his face with his hand, his shoulders slumping as the reality crashed down on him.

“I am your daughter!” she yelled, the hurt and anger of years pouring out. “And all you did was listen to their excuses. That was my breaking point. That’s why I left.”

Julius’s face fell, and he murmured, almost to himself, “Then… you met Steve.”

Hazel nodded, her voice softening slightly. “I was vulnerable. And after hearing me out just once, do you know what he did?” She looked at her parents, her gaze hard and unwavering. “He made sure that ballet teacher never danced again. And that boy? He’ll never see daylight without a drug in his system.”

Carol heard the news that the former ballet teacher got into an accident, leaving him unable to move his fingers or toes. As for Julius, he heard from his friend that the son ended up in rehab. His case is worse than Shawn's.

Carol gasped, horror dawning in her eyes. “You’re the woman Peggy mentioned. The mistress…”

Hazel’s voice was a whisper, calm yet unyielding. “Yes. I’m the other woman. The homewrecker. Whatever you want to call me, I am it.”

For a moment, a heavy silence settled in the room. Hazel scoffed, looking from her mother to her father. “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Your grandson is the President’s son, your son the youngest Vice President. Now you can tell that to all your friends.” She shot them a hollow, bitter smile, watching as her words landed. Carol looked down, her face flushed with shame, while Julius couldn’t bear to meet her gaze.

Turning, Hazel strode from the room, leaving her parents in stunned silence. For the first time, the weight of Peggy’s suicide note no longer haunted her. Steve had been right. Peggy’s death wasn’t her burden to bear. And with that realization, she walked away, shoulders straight, head held high.

In the deafening quiet that followed, Caroline sank onto the couch, feeling a mix of shame and a deep, gnawing guilt. She was beginning to understand. All those times she had cursed the “mistress” Peggy hinted at… it had been her own daughter.

“Julius,” she whispered, voice cracking as she reached out for her husband’s hand.

But there was no answer. Julius sat, staring into space, his face ashen. When she touched his shoulder, his body slumped.

“Julius!” she screamed, shaking him, but he didn’t respond. Her world spun as panic surged, echoing her daughter’s revelation with one devastating blow after another.

Julius suffered a stroke and required emergency surgery, leaving the family on edge as they gathered at the hospital. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a harsh glow over the sterile waiting room. You and Bucky arrived, and he turned to you, his brow furrowed with concern. “Where’s Hazel?” he asked, scanning the area for any sign of her.

“Don’t. Mention that name,” Caroline snapped, her voice taut with tension. “That girl has ruined Peggy’s marriage.”

Bucky’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You knew?” he pressed, the shock evident in his tone.

Caroline's eyes flared, realization dawning on her. “Wait! You knew all this time?” She stepped forward, her hands gripping his collar, her fury palpable. The Secret Service agents on standby instinctively moved closer, but Bucky raised a hand, stopping them. “Stand outside. This is a family matter, and keep this secret,” he commanded. They nodded reluctantly, stepping away but keeping their ears perked for any sign of trouble.

“No wonder why Steve chose us,” Caroline sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of the situation settled in. “But I still can’t accept this. No, I don’t. He used Hazel's innocence.” Her laughter was manic, echoing off the walls, a bitter sound that filled the room.

“Does he think he can underestimate me? He’s just a nobody without a strong background. He’s nothing without the Carters.” Caroline’s voice dripped with disdain as she spat the words, but when she noticed Bucky’s silence, her eyes narrowed.

“You have a plan, don’t you?”

Bucky nodded, his expression serious. “I do.”

“Good. Me too,” Caroline replied, her tone fierce. “I won’t accept being humiliated.”

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Bucky turned his gaze to you, his expression shifting from determination to concern. “Dear,” he said, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

“Hmm?” you replied, sensing the gravity in his tone.

“I’m telling you right now,” he began, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, “from this moment, everything is going to turn ugly. You might end up hating me in the end.”

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten. Why is he telling me this?

“I told you before, you could stab me, poison me,” he continued, his voice unwavering. “I meant it. You could do it when you felt that I was way out of line.”

He’s serious, you thought, a mix of fear and disbelief coursing through you.

“You should’ve said this before I married into the Barnes family,” you shot back, your tone sharper than intended, but the weight of his words hung heavily in the air between you.

Bucky’s eyes softened slightly, yet his resolve remained. “I never wanted you to be caught in the crossfire.”

His jaw tense, and he took a deep breath as if preparing for the weight of the world. “If this is too much for you,” he said, his voice steady but low, “you could leave.” Also, the one-year agreement to help him is coming to an end.

The finality of his words struck you like a punch to the gut, and you felt a flicker of panic surge through you. “No. I won’t leave,” you responded fiercely, the conviction in your voice surprising even yourself.

Bucky’s brow furrowed, and he studied you, as if searching for signs of doubt in your eyes. But all he found was unwavering resolve. “You really mean that?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, a blend of surprise and hope.

You nodded, a small smile breaking through the tension. “The first time, it was me helping you become vice president,” you reminded him, your heart racing with the unspoken promise that lingered between you. “Now, I’ll be beside you as you become president. I won’t let this position slip away to another woman.”

“Then let’s face this together,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. The space between you charged with anticipation, every unspoken feeling bubbling to the surface. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this moment.

A slow smile spread across Bucky’s face, warmth radiating from him. The tension that had permeated the air shifted into something different—something electric. In that moment, the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable connection you shared.

Bucky leaned in slightly, closing the distance between you, and your breaths mingled in the charged space. The weight of your words hung in the air, promising both conflict and a shared future. You reached out, your fingers grazing his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch.

He moved closer, tilting his head slightly as if to capture the moment forever. The longing that had been building between you ignited, and without thinking, you both closed the gap.

The kiss was genuine, filled with unspoken promises and a shared understanding of the battles ahead. It was tender yet passionate, a release of the tension that had held you both captive for far too long. As your lips met, time seemed to stand still, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, you were not just allies in a political game but partners, united in a bond deeper than either of you had anticipated.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the charged air. You could see the reflection of hope and determination in his eyes, and for the first time in a long while, you felt like you could face whatever challenges lay ahead—together.

Author Note : The next chapter will be the end.

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Yin and Yang Part 2 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Older Daddy Eddie (Late 30s)/ Older Dom Mr. Harrington (Late 30s) & Younger Fem Sub Y/N (mid 20s), SMUT, voyeurism (technically; Eddie's not far lol), male masturbation, big dick Steve Harrington :P, dirty talk (LOTS of dirty talk), light spanking (once), light choking (once), established relationship mentioned and vaguely touched on between Steddie, aftercare always.

There's no real angst or fluff. Eddie does have a moment where he's worried about Y/N and does a temperature check but other than that nothing big. Just a lot of self indulgent smut. I have some ideas for more parts to expand on all three of them so more for sure because I am a thirsty lady.

Word Count: 4973

Part 1 here/ Donate to Me :)

It had been a little over three hours since you and your boyfriend had arrived at his best friend’s house and had yet to run into the host at all. To be fair, Steve Harrington’s house was much larger than even Eddie’s but the man told you he didn’t need a lot of space having grown up in a trailer. 

The party he had invited you both to was in full swing with guests running wild knowing they could leave any mess since they didn’t live here. People everywhere were lip locked with a significant other as hands roamed in places that were meant to be private. Drunk hooligans were screaming and shouting, some happy and others angry. 

A few guests like the man you loved were calmly talking shop as you remained at his side. You’d be lying however if you said you weren’t a little…bored. 

“Eddie, Chemical Waste is a great band with a magnificent drummer but I don’t see how you’re going to get the general public to attach to them the way they did Corroded Coffin.”, a man in a suit practically whined making even you cringe. 

“And that’s why I bring in more money than you, Jesse. I don’t take good sounds for granted especially where a rock band fits in any aspect of life.”

“Pfft please! It’s not like you can get in the mood to metal.”

“Hm. Well, you’re definitely not fucking any woman right then.”, Eddie replied cheekily as he glanced your way. “Are you alright?”, he asked, noticing your antsy demeanor. 

“Yeah, baby. I’m going to go outside for a bit and get some air.”

“I’ll come with you—”

“No, Eddie. It’s alright. I won’t be long.”

“Y/N, I don’t think you should be wondering around here alone.” When you sigh and roll your eyes, his own irises shift into that particular dark look you had come to know very well. Taking a step closer to you, he lowered his voice so only you would be able to hear. “Do I need to scold you here in front of all these people, little girl? Is that the first impression you want to make?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, Daddy.”

His chocolate eyes flick to the balcony patio outside before sighing heavily himself. 

“Go out that door but don’t go where I can’t see you.”

“Okay…”, you reply but when you start to walk away, Eddie grabs your wrist, pulling you to his chest and lightly kisses your lips making you smile. “I love you.”

“I love you to.”

***

Leaning against the railing, you took in the city around you. Being with a famous music producer allowed you to see parts of the world you never thought you’d get to experience even just in the town you were from. Coming from a small area with very little money, you were barely able to cross the street let alone a state line to see new things. 

You never took for granted the sights and places Eddie took you to even if it was just the inside of hotel room for a lay over to the next place. The first time he flew you somewhere, you cried, fearing you were taking advantage him. 

“Baby, it’s ok. I like taking you on trips like this and seeing you have fun.”

“I just don’t want you to feel like this is the only reason I’m with you.”

Eddie chuckles at your statement as if it’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard and pulls you into his embrace. 

“The fact that you’re worried about that tells me you’re different than the other people I’ve met. No one even cares enough to be concerned about that kind of thing.”

“Does Eddie know you’re out here all by your lonesome?” You jump at the sound of the man’s voice who immediately throws up his hands in surrender. “I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to startle you. To be honest, I thought you were just some woman who snuck in because I didn’t remember inviting someone as gorgeous as you.” He smirked cockily when you blushed, leaning his elbow against the railing. 

“Then of course I remembered my best friend was bringing his girl over. Hi, I’m Steve Harrington.”

When he extended his hand to yours, you shook it relaying your name softly as he continued to hold your palm. 

“So does he know? Eddie? That you’re out here alone?”

“Of course.”, you grin as your eyes gesture towards your boyfriend whose own eyes met his friends as he smiled. 

“Oh, of course.”, he teased as he obnoxiously waved his way. “I’m not going to lie, a part of me was hoping there was a bit of a bad girl in that sexy dress so we could have a bit more fun. Nothing hotter than watching Eddie get tightly wound.”

When your head tilted to the side, he chuckled as he took a sip of the whiskey in his glass. 

“I guess he didn’t tell you. That’s alright. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm you when it’s your first time meeting me. I understand that.”

“I wouldn’t get overwhelmed.”

“No? It wouldn’t intimidate you to know that Eddie and I have fucked before?”

Steve’s eyes locked with yours as a steady breath escaped your lips. The action itself didn’t intimidate you but the casual way he was speaking about it as if he was talking about the weather. 

“N-No…it doesn’t intimidate me. You’re a lot more forward than he is.”

“Pfft, you’re not wrong.”, he laughs. “I spent most of life being pushed around by my father so I decided when I got my own company I’d never do that again. If I wanted something, I’d say it.”

“He’s teaching me how to do that. I’m not great at that especially when I’m…”

“When you’re what, honey? Tell me.”

“W-When I’m calling him Daddy.”

“You mean when you’re in that little girl headspace?” A bit to aggressively you nod your head making his smile widen as his palm reaches out to caress your cheek. “I can help you with that, pretty girl, if you want me to.”

“Wait.��, you reply suddenly grasping his wrist and his eyes promptly fill with genuine concern. “I just, um, everyone here thinks I’m with Eddie. I mean I am with Eddie but… if people see you touching me like this it could affect his business. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that or anything.”

Again, Steve’s head tilts.

“Huh. You’re more worried about him and how he’ll be perceived than yourself?”

“To an extent. People can think whatever they want independently. You can’t control that but if it interrupts my life or his or even yours…”

For a second, you thought you may have offended him with how his jaw jutted out and he clicked his tongue against his teeth until he started addressing people outside. 

“Attention! Everyone listen up! Thank you for coming but I need everyone to leave!” Murmurs and awkward giggles flow through the crowd before he claps his hands and shouts even louder. “You people heard me! Get the fuck out of my house! That’s right, come on now. Oh, I know. You’ll have to get free booze somewhere else.”

Your eyes widen as you power walk to your boyfriend and hastily loop your arm through his. 

“I think I did something wrong.”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“H-He’s kicking us all out.”

“Not everyone, baby girl. We’re still welcome to stay unless you want to go.”, Eddie asks as his hand cups your cheek. “Do you want to leave?”

Glancing towards Steve, who was coming back down the hallway, ushering people out from the bedrooms while they hurriedly put back on their clothes, you shook your head and leaned on the boy’s shoulder. 

“No, Daddy, I don’t want to leave.”

He blinked as you used his title so freely without prompting and a sigh of relief left his chest; you were comfortable. 

“Yes, alright, alright. Thank you for coming and destroying my space. My cleaning lady would like me to remind you that she hates you all. Ok, ba-bye.”, the businessman continued to sass before slamming the door shut and raising his arms in victory. “All gone! Now it’s just us.”

“I’m sorry if I upset you.”, you respond meekly, grabbing his attention. 

Balancing his hands on his knees, Steve bends to your level as his soft eyes find yours. 

“Look at me, honey? Do I look upset?”, he asked in a calm tone.

“You kicked everyone out…”

“Yeah, you mentioned being afraid of ruining our businesses and reputation if people saw me touching or talking to you a certain way. I don’t care about the people I kicked out but I do care if you and Eddie are comfortable.” When he reached out to caress your cheek, this time you allowed it as you tenderly kissed the pad of his thumb as it grazed your lips making him smile. 

“Are you both hungry? I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

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You giggled from your place on the sofa as you took a bite of the food Steve had ordered for you three while he continued to regale you with stories of his friendship with your boyfriend. 

“I kid you not, honey, this party in LA was insane. It reminded me of dance scene in Moulin Rouge where she dangles from the roof. Girls where dancing fucking everywhere and this guy acted like he was stepping into his office or some shit. Just like zero emotion painted on his face.”

“Look, that’s your scene, Harrington, not mine. I’m more into like metal shows and concerts, things like that. I don’t know how to be at a regular party let alone that.”

“I think you did well tonight, baby.”, you beam as you tilt towards him to kiss his cheek. 

Steve silently studies the exchange as his friend blushes and places his hand back on your calf to continue massaging your legs comfortingly. When you lean back against the couch your eyes linger on his smile before you turn towards the other man and notice that he was watching. 

“What about you, honey? What’s your scene?”

“Um…I’m not really sure to be honest. It may sound cliché but right now it’s Eddie. I love everywhere he takes me and places he shows me. I feel like I’m taking advantage though.”

“Baby, you’re not taking advantage. You know I love taking care of you.”

“I know but…I can’t help that I have a heart.”, you smile.

“Hm. Is that why you agreed to this? Because he wants you to?” When your gaze shifts his way and you flash him a confused look, Steve can’t help but sarcastically chuckle. “Don’t play dumb, Y/N. The three of us know you’re not just here to meet me. There’s a whole other side to Mr. Munson here that no one knows about that I just find so fucking attractive.”

While he speaks Eddie’s eyes lock with his friends as his demeaner hardens while Steve cockily grins his way. 

“Eddie would never force me to do anything I didn’t want to.”

“Huh uh. Your point being…?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be, Mr. Harrington. I just know how important you are to him and I don’t…want to disappoint…”

“I highly doubt that’s possible, pretty girl.”, the businessman grins your way. “He means a lot to me to. Eddie’s saved me from myself a few times and been there when no one else was. Which is why I’m asking the questions that I am.” Slithering to the carpet, he scoots his body till he’s in front of you and takes your legs off Eddie’s lap to place them in front of himself. “We want you to do this because you want to. Not because you think it will appease him…which it will but…”, he chuckles. 

Your eyes scan over him as he waits for you to respond. 

Steve had taken some effort to dress up for his party donning a suit that haphazardly hung to his frame. After everyone left, he had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, leaving a couple of buttons open on his chest to show off the undershirt that barely covered the chest hair peeking through. 

His slacks were a bit baggy but the belt that clung to his waist accentuated his hips making you promptly want to wrap your arms around him. His hair, that had been styled when you first saw him, was now frayed due to him running his fingers through it as he spoke throughout the dinner and if he had bothered shaving this morning, you couldn’t tell with the light shades of hair that dusted his upper lip. 

While Steve came off strong, he radiated a safety that told you everything was ok and that you could trust him. 

“Can we go slow?”

“Of course. Of course, baby.”, Eddie comforts as he slides closer to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Just say Red like I taught you if you get uncomfortable, ok?”

“Ok, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you to, princess.”, he whispers as he kisses your lips. 

“Are there any hard no’s for either of you?”, Steve asked as his fingers slid down your legs till he reached your heel and began unbuttoning the clasp.

“She’s pretty timid so she’s not really into the rougher stuff.”

“Can she not tell me?”, the man snickers as he moves to your other foot. 

After rolling his eyes, Eddie gestured towards his friend urging you to answer. 

“I’m open to trying anything… just…don’t hurt me…”

“You have to define ‘hurt’, honey.”

“Don’t like punch me or anything.”

Your answer gave Steve pause as his gaze shifted between you and your boyfriend. 

“Y/N, that never crossed my mind. I would never hurt you like that. I know some people are into that but I know Eddie and he knows me. We don’t want to see you hurt or cry like that. No one’s ever hurt you like that right? Because I’ll fucking kick their ass.”

“No, Sir.”, you giggle at his slightly teasing yet protective tone. “No one’s ever hurt me like that. I just…like I said, I’m new to all this. Eddie teaches me things and he’s always so patient.” The man besides you beams with pride as he kisses your temple. “What about you? Is there anything I should know?”

Steve blinks as his little smirk flickers along his lips. 

“Would you be surprised no one has ever asked me that?”

“Why? I mean I want you to enjoy yourself to and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either.”

“Jesus Christ.”, he groans as his cheek falls against your bare thigh and his hands hug your leg. “You have to take me to this coffee shop you found her at, Ed, because she is perfect.”

On impulse, your fingers reach out to pet his head and he moans lightly at the action as he tilts a bit to kiss your skin. 

“No, honey. Just be honest and vocal with me. Sometimes I get…passionate…so if I’m doing something you like or don’t like just tell me.”

“Yes, Sir. What about you, Daddy?”

“I’m just watching tonight, sweetheart.”

“Yeah but is there…is there something you don’t want me to with him? Like…can I kiss him?”

“Yeah, baby girl, you can kiss him. You can do anything you want as long as you feel safe and I will be right here if you need me.”

“Ok, Daddy.”

“Why don’t you take off your dress, babe, and show Steve what he gets to play with?”

Nodding, you rose to your feet and wiggled your frame as you slid the tight-fitting fabric down your body bringing your panties down with it.

“No bra?”, Steve asked as you sat back down and he took a seat beside you.

“I didn’t think it went with the dress.”

“We were at the mall for hours looking for the ‘perfect’ dress. She wanted to look nice for you.”, Eddie jested making you blush.

“Aw, honey. Well, it was absolutely gorgeous.”, his friend cooed as he placed his arm over his own behind your head and rested his other palm on your stomach. “I think I like this outfit the best.”, he whispers causing a shutter to ripple through you.

Leaning your lips toward Steve’s, your pussy clenched as they mingled together while you mewled at his taste. They both had a lingering note of nicotine but this man was oddly softer with his technique than Eddie; so much so that you constantly chased his mouth for more friction. 

As you turned to kiss your boyfriend, his lips were desperately waiting as he cupped your head in his head and held you still. Steve’s tongue grazed your throat as he placed open mouth kisses along your skin causing you to pant as you struggled to stay connect to the man you loved. 

“How does it feel? Tell Daddy, baby.”

“G-Good. Want more.”

“Tell him. Tell Mr. Harrington what you want, sweetheart.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Steve’s mouth and tongue found purchase on your tit as he sucked and licked your nipple. 

“Please—mmm—Mr. Harrington. I want to feel you t-touch me.”

Without saying a word, he tore off his shirt and pushed down his pants to his ankles. 

“Fuck, come here, honey.” Laying on your side, you place your head towards his stomach and Steve groans when a glob of spit falls from your mouth on to his tip. “There you go, Y/N. Shit.”

As your hand begins to pump him, you listen as he sucks on his fingers before rubbing them against your clit. 

“Oh…Oh my god, Steve.”

No sooner had his name left your mouth was your hair being yanked back as his angry eyes found yours. 

“When we are together, little girl, you will show me respect. Do I make myself clear?”

“Ah…yes, Sir.”

“Who am I right now?”

“Mr. Harrington.”

His cock twitched in your hand as he gripped you tighter.

He was enjoying the control. 

“Louder, Y/N.”

“Mr. Harrington! You’re Mr. Harrington, Sir!”

As soon as he let you go, you desperately wanted to make up for your indiscretion, immediately wrapping your lips around his length and bobbing your head. 

“Atta girl. Fuck-- don’t overwhelm yourself. I-I know I’m a lot.”

The sound of a belt unbuckling echoed through the living room and you know Eddie was making himself more comfortable especially when Steve’s fingers breached your entrance as he curled them inside you. 

“Jesus, look how fucking hard you are. You like watching your girlfriend take my cock down her throat?” Utilizing one of your hands, you massaged the businessman’s balls eliciting a loud grunt that had you clenching around his fingers. “You were right, Ed. She’s—mmph—she’s good at sucking dick. Damn, and she’s so fucking tight. You’re right, baby. I’m going to stretch you in half.”

Your moan mixes with Eddie’s at the notion. 

“Fuck me. I can’t—” Abruptly Steve removed his fingers and manhandled you till your head was on your boyfriend’s lap on your back. After removing the rest of his clothes, he opened your legs wide and spit directly into your cunt before falling on top of you. “I’m gonna try and go slow at first but I just really want to fucking pound into you so like I said…If I’m hurting you—”

“I’ll tell you. Please, Mr. Harrington, I need you.”, you whine as you grind your hips along his hard cock. 

His arms boxed you in as his head fell beside your own and he began guiding himself into you. Your hands promptly grabbed his shoulders as you bit your bottom lip. 

“There y-you go, sweetheart. Such a good girl.”, Eddie cooed softly above you as you felt the slight wind of his hand stroking his length. 

The whole scene was driving you wild and you couldn’t help but squeeze tighter around the man inside you making him grunt as you whined in slight pain. 

“A-Are you o-o-okay, Sir?”

Steve’s fingers threaded in your hair as he lifts his head to look down at your face. As he thrusts in another inch, a heavy breath leaves your lips hitting his own as his features scrunch in what looks like pain. 

“Talk to me.”, you whimper. “I need you to be v-vocal to.”

Leaning his forehead against yours, his tenderly gives you a kiss. 

“I’m not even…even all the way in…I feel like…mmm…I’m gonna cum. Am I h-h-hurting you?”

“A little but…feels…good…” This time you kiss him as your nails drag down his back till your palms grip his ass. “It’s ok, Steve.”, you whisper. “Keep going. I want to feel all of you. I don’t care if I can’t walk tomorrow as long as I can feel you.”

Subtly guiding him with your hands, he delivered you small thrusts as his beautiful eyes remained locked on yours. 

“Uhhh, fuck. Feels so good, Mr. Harrington.” When he was fully seated inside of you, you both froze as you relished the feeling of each other. “Please, Sir. I need you to move.”

A large palm circled around your throat and lightly squeezed as Steve pushed up on his elbow to glare down at you. 

“You need me to move, little girl? Then don’t fucking pout. You take what I fucking give you.”

Eddie’s movements still as he watched the scene before him. The few times the two of them had played this was how Steve was. Where Eddie was a bit softer, Steve was much more rugid and rough around the edges. Daddy wanted to teach whereas Mr. Harrington wanted someone to obey. When they were intimate, they bounced off each other quiet well. When Steve needed someone to just love him and care for him Daddy was there. When Eddie was tired of being in control all day, Mr. Harrington took over. 

They never dug too deep into it or what that aspect of their relationship meant. They just knew they were best friends and that’s all that mattered. 

With him, you were always very shy about a lot of sexual things. You were no prude but like you said, you had only experienced the vanilla lifestyle. Eddie loved your innocence and it catered to his Daddy nature. But neither of you had ever gotten this far. 

He’d never tried being rough with you in this way nor had he ever had to “punish” you. Unlike the women he dated previously, you were far from a brat. Occasionally yes he did scold you but all in all nothing more. When he asked you about being intimate with Steve, he knew the man leaned more towards that spectrum which is why he insisted on you utilizing the safe word should you need it. 

Eddie had also warned him that you were timid and to just go along with your flow. 

To him on the outside looking in, however, it seemed like Steve jumped to a 10 without warning. 

“Sweetheart, what color are we at?”

Instead of answering you tried push against his friend’s grasp to kiss his lips again but he just pushed you down as he smirked at your insistence. Eddie couldn’t believe what he was seeing and his cock twitched slightly at the sight.

You were disobeying. 

“Answer me, Y/N.”

“Green, Daddy.”

“She’s fine, Munson. Look at her. Desperate little thing just wants to cum.” Suddenly wrapping his arms around you, Steve sits up without pulling out so you’re straddling him. “Well, go ahead, honey. Take what you want.”

Balancing your hands against his shoulders, you bounced your hips slowly at first as you fully got used to his size. The burn had long since passed and pleasure was fully in the driver’s seat as his cock hit and surpassed all your buttons till you were a desperate mess. 

“Fuck, Eddie, do you hear that? She’s so f-fucking wet. Come on, baby. Harder!”, he scolded as he spanked your behind. A string of ahs escaped you as you did what he commanded, your eyes rolling as your head fell back. “Atta girl. Taking my dick so well. No one-mmph—no one’s ever taken all of me before. Not even him.”

Glancing towards your boyfriend, you moaned as his hand stroked his cock at a blistering pace as he grunted at the feeling, his eyes focused on your tits and body as they moved. 

“M-Mr. Harrington feels so good, Daddy. Can I have his cum? Please! I wanna feel him cum inside me.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Y-Yeah, baby girl. If you squeeze his cock real tight when you cum I’m sure he could return the favor.”

Your lips crashed to Steve’s as your tongues danced together and his arms held you in place.

“Just like that, Sir. Please…I’m gonna…”

The pants that left his mouth warmed your cheek as he clung to you, planting his feet into the carpet as he thrust up into you roughly. The sound of skin slapping skin hit your ears and after a few more pumps your body trembled as you came. 

“FUCK! God fucking damn it!”, Steve shouted as his hands held you tighter to him. “You pussy is choking my dick. Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

Hastily, he tossed you to the side on your stomach and lifted your ass in the air as he shifted around behind you. Sliding his cock back inside of you, Steve set an animalistic pace as he chased his high. Leaning over your back, his palm pinned you into the sofa cushion squishing your face as he rolled his waist till you felt his release coat your insides. 

Eddie grunted above you till you listened to his voice shake as his seed shot out and hit his thigh. 

“Oh oh oh. I know, Y/N. I’m sorry.”, Steve soothes in a soft tone when you cry out as he tries to carefully pull out of you. After throwing himself down behind you, he tugs on your hips bringing you on to his lap. Just as you had with his friend, you wrapped your arm around his neck and rested your head against his chest as your eyes closed. 

“What should I do?”, he whispers to Eddie who breathily chuckles. 

“Play with her hair and rub her back or something. Tell her she’s safe.”

“Should we at least get her clean?”

“Yeah sure. Go ahead and try that.” As Steve tries to readjust you so he can stand and bring you to his bathroom, your arm holds him closer as you nuzzle your nose into his neck. “I told you, man. I’m not sure if it’s the headspace or just her but either way I love it. Makes me feel wanted…needed…”

“Hey.”, the businessman calls out as his arm reaches out to lightly hit his friend’s shoulder. “I need you, Ed. You’ve been a really good friend to me. As you can tell a lot of people like the idea of me and what that brings.”, Steve sighs as he gestures around the house. “You’ve never been like that. How, um, how was this? Did you like it?”

“I did. There was a moment there though… she doesn’t talk like that with me or misbehave at all really. It was fascinating to watch.” The other man nods at his assessment, shifting his gaze towards you as his hand plays with your hair. “What about you? Did you like being with her?”

Steve chuckles as he continues to stare forward. 

“Yeah, I did. I’m a little worried because I wasn’t joking when I said no one has ever taken all of me before. She may be really sore in the morning but yeah. I also liked you watching; turned me on a bit more. You should join in next time. I mean if she wants there to be a next time. There doesn’t have to be. I like her personality to. She’s adorable and she seems to genuinely care about you.”

Sensing something in his friend’s tone, Eddie pulled up his pants as he shuffled closer to his side and without hesitating, Steve leaned onto his shoulder. 

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah…just been a rough few weeks. It’s oddly calming having her hold me like this. Never had a woman in my bed long enough to cuddle with after. Either they get sick of me or I get sick of them.”

“Sounds about right.” 

Steve’s head tilts back to watch his friend laugh with glassy eyes before pressing his lips to the other man’s throat and peppering him with tiny, soft kisses.

“Didn’t you just cum, needy boy?”, Eddie lightly teases.

“Mhmm but I could go again if you’re playing to.”

“Oh my God, Steve, you slut.” The sound of their breath filled laughter woke you from your sleepy state. “Hey, sweetheart. How do you feel?”

“I’m ok, Daddy. Cold but ok.”

“How about we get you into a bath and then you and Eddie can crash in one of my guest rooms?”

“Oh. Alright.”, you reply sullenly causing Steve to grip your chin so his eyes could find your own. “I just thought you’d lay with us but I understand if you don’t want to.”

“Hey, I’d love to lay with you both. I just didn’t want to overcrowd you if you wanted some space after everything.”

After placing your lips on his, you grab Eddie’s collar to do the same. 

“I don’t want space. I want to feel you both hold me.”

Both men exchange a glance before getting to their feet and carrying you down the hall. 

“We can do that, baby girl.”

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reader that bites their lip when nervous or concentrated. steve that would gently tugs their bottom lip out of their teeth and says, “baby, you gotta stop doing that, your lips will taste like blood when I kiss ‘em” with a little pout that turns into a smile. not really a blurb but I saw ur post and was like grrr must help random tumblr person

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓.

pairing(s): steve harrington x reader

words: 400

warnings/tags: pet names, slight mention of blood but nothing prominent or violent, mention of habits.

steve was observant. he knew he wasn’t the smartest person in the world but when it came to his friends and loved ones, he noticed a lot more things he thought possible.

what he noticed the quickest was the way you would bite your bottom lip whenever you were nervous, concentrated, or just even bored. if you were nervous, your fingers would fidget at the same time, if concentrated you were still. he knew you more than you knew yourself.

so when you were accompanying steve on a drive, a large parking lot overlooking the whole town below, a small place just outside hawkin’s you and steve loved to escape to, steve looked away from watching the far away planes in the air and to you. only to notice you were doing the very thing you knew was a bad habit.

“baby,” he assures quietly, leaning his hand over the console, his thumb gently pressured against your chin to usher your lip back into place. you snap out of the reverie you found yourself in and stared into steve’s soft eyes, “sorry, stevie.”

“gotta stop, you’re gonna draw blood one day.”

most of the steve was chaotic and loud, an extroverted charming guy but around you – he was calm, the way he is in private comfortable enough to shine through with you. and he said the words so soft spoken, caring.

“i know, i’m sorry,” you were still, and staring out the window so steve knew you were only concentrated, but his thumb gently moves from your chin and to your bottom lip – swiping the skin.

steve chuckles, “don’t wanna taste blood whenever i kiss you, hmm?” steve practically whispers while leaning over the console to press a quick but loving kiss to your lips before sitting back against the seat, smiling at you in a way your heart can’t help soar.

“what were you doing anyway?” steve asks, now holding your hand while you both look comfortably back out the window and the late-night views of everyone’s lives below.

you hum, relaxing further into the seat while answering, “i thought that was the orion constellation, but the stars aren’t as pigmented yet so i can’t tell,” you reply.

steve looks up at where you point, “i think it is,” he says, smiling at your focused gaze. he had no idea what orion was or any constellations for that matter.

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Mean Eddie series. Part one part two

Minors shoo. More angst I'm afraid, jealous Eddie but our boy won't admit it.

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How you've managed to avoid Eddie for a full week is anyone's guess but between cheer practice, sleepovers with Chrissy and hanging out with Steve and Robin, it's like a soothing balm for your heartache.

Except at the dead of night when the ache from missing Eddie threatens to overwhelm you. The thing is you're stubborn and you highly doubt Eddie is missing you. Why would he?

Billy Hargrove has also been trying to catch your attention, he's been flirting for the entire week and he's not shy about doing it in front of others either.

It's not like Billy isn't handsome, he is. However you've heard far too many things about him dating multiple girls, being a player. You weren't interested in being another notch on his bedpost.

As your at your locker and attempting not to look Eddie's way, his locker is right across from yours and he's busy chatting to Gareth, discussing the new Hellfire campaign he's planning.

You'd been with Eddie once while he was knee deep in campaign planning, watched as his tongue poked out while he was writing and weaving a new story for the next Hellfire night. He looked so cute and it made you giggle, Eddie smirks amused at your giggles.

"Princess, I said no interruptions if you stayed, I may need to punish you for that" he kissed you then proceeded to tickle you until you were breathless and laughing, Eddie watching you with a soft smile on his face.

It was one of the moments with him where you thought the two of you could be more. Obviously you were wrong.

Billy brings you out of your reverie and you realise he's been standing talking to you for a full minute. Shit. What did he say?

"We could go to the party then somewhere more private babe?" He winks at you and you jump as you hear a locker slam. Eddie's.

Gareth is watching him confused as he gathers up his notes. "Dude, what's up with you?" you tear your eyes away from Eddie and back to an expectancy Billy.

"Sorry, I have other plans with Chrissy" Billy frowns but spots Eddie before he can say anything else.

"Hey man, you got any weed for me? Need some tonight" Eddie's gaze briefly drifts over to you and your heart skips a beat, then he looks away and disappointment curdles in your stomach.

"No, I don't have any for you and your girlfriend" he spits out the word and you freeze. What was up with him? Evidently Billy must be thinking the same thing.

"What's crawled up your ass Munson?" Billy snaps and Eddie's brown eyes meet his, they flash dangerously. He's never been intimidated by Billy and he isn't going to start now.

"Next time you two want to flirt can you do it out of the way of us peasants. You're bringing my lunch up dude" you freeze at Eddie's tone. Seriously what the fuck was up with him?

Before Billy can reply you do. "You're insufferable Eddie. Billy's not my boyfriend. Not that is any of your business" you can feel the anger clawing inside of you and just dare Eddie to say something stupid.

He shrugs and avoids your gaze. "Your love life isn't my concern" he murmurs and you swear you're this close to losing it. You take a deep breath and shake your head.

"Whatever Munson" you're tired of crying about someone who just doesn't care. You walk away but Eddie calls out to you.

"Wait" you wait with baited breath for him to say something, anything. Come on Eddie. But he doesn't, he just stays quiet and you feel another crack in your heart.

"Never mind" whatever he was about to say it's gone now and you curse yourself for daring to hope.

Fuck you Eddie.

...

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me

Taylor swift- You're losing me.

...

I don't want you to lose me, you think through your anger but nothing will ever change so what was the point of hoping.

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[lovinglokilaufeyson]

Love is a Dagger: I

Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader/Dagger

Warnings: Angst. Loki Pining. Soft!Loki. Steve has a little tiny itty bitty crush. Slow-Burn. Dagger is oblivious. Slight Fluff. Definitely some Steve x Reader in this chapter. Jealous!Loki.

Wordcount: 1,951

Summary: Wanda approaches Tony and Cap with a problem, Steve’s innermost feelings are revealed (and so are Loki’s), you still have a problem repressing most of yours. 

A/N: Please please please (okay Sabrina Carpenter) read the Prologue to the story here! It will provide some much needed context as to what is going on in the story. 

You had spent much of the following weeks avoiding Loki like the plague. You were no longer interested in entertaining the meals with the rest of the Avengers, for fear that he would be present. You had to expel your energy still, which is where training was difficult. The training rooms were by no means very private, meaning that you were apt to run into the other members of the team, and potentially Loki. You could detect that his presence was near fairly easily by whether your daggers started to veer off course, craving to electrify him.

You would then pack up your belongings, and make a swift exit to your bedroom. Somewhere along the way, you would likely see Thor and Loki bantering on their walk down the hallway, Loki catching your gaze and giving a respectful smile. Thor would oftentimes try to waltz towards you, in search of a hug, but you would deflect away from the affection.

When you were out of earshot, they would commonly discuss Loki’s feverish feelings that plagued him in regards to you. “Brother, just talk to her.” Thor would prompt, leading to an agonizing list of reasons from Loki as to why that wasn’t an option. “Brother, you told me she’s in mourning” Loki would reply, among other things. “Yes, yes! But clearly, you are made for each other to some extent. Y/N’s daggers have never been able to do anything but inflict pain. But they revitalized you! Don’t you think that’s something special?” 

“I do, of course I do.” 

“Then why don’t you jump on the opportunity?” Thor prodded once more, but to no avail. “I don’t want to force her into anything, Thor. I hardly know the woman.” 

“I hardly knew Jane, and I-” with a whiff of magic, Loki shushed his brother, removing his mouth completely. Training proceeded, without another word of you from Thor. 

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It was somewhere in the midst of these events that Wanda spoke with Tony and Steve. She was quite worried for you, to say the least. You hadn’t been partaking in team meetings or dinners for a couple weeks now. You had become a loner, much more than normal. You had been seclusive in the months following Cloak’s passing, but things had slowly gotten better. Now, she feared, they had taken a turn for the worse. 

“I’m just worried for her, ever since-”

“Yeah, yeah, Maximoff. Reindeer Games doesn’t have the greatest effect on people, I know.” Tony replied. “Listen, Y/N’s a great girl. She’d be an excellent asset to this team. Maybe she needs some mandatory training with him-” Tony was cut off with an aghast response from Steve. 

“Whoa whoa whoa, we can’t just throw her in there with him. Maybe if she had some additional practice with someone, but definitely not him. I would personally be willing-” 

“No offense, Cap. But your little crush is showing a bit too much for this old man’s liking.” 

“Whoa wait. Steve?” Wanda questioned. She hadn’t picked up on this until now. A reddened hue formed Steve’s cheeks, revealing the feelings that hid behind his eyes and stoic figure. “Wow.” Wanda spoke again, in awe. 

“Y/N will be taking on lessons with Loki and Thor. That’s final. Fighting with a lady is no way to win her anyway Steve. I’ll go let her know. Or you can? Maybe try to interest her in a dinner?” Tony smirked, throwing a subtle wink the captain’s way. 

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It wasn’t until later that day that Steve approached your door, with a hardy few knocks. “Y/N?” Your name fell softly from his lips, as if he was trying not to step on your toes. You opened the door in a near instant, met with Steve’s pleasant gaze. 

“Captain, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You spoke, a quiet anxiety between your words. For the most part, the other members of the team had left you alone during this time, save for a few words between yourself and Wanda or Natasha. 

Steve had to stop his gaze from traveling across your body more than once. He gave a curt nod, which enabled his eyes to pursue your stature, from your slippers to your cute pajamas, all the way up to the bun atop your head. “I have something to discuss with you.” He spoke suddenly, breaking the silence, as well as distracted himself from your ravishing looks. 

“Yes, would you like to come in?” 

Steve nodded, sliding the door open with his fingertips, allowing you to lead him into your space. admiring the room around him. It was very clean. Since you had so much time to yourself lately, you were able to keep a tidy environment for yourself. Anything else would feed your negativity, leading you to a worsening depression. 

You plopped yourself on the bed, padding the space besides you. “Here, sit.” You offered, and Steve’s heart fluttered. He obliged, taking the seat next to you. You looked at him with curiosity, and with admiration. There was a slight fear in your eyes. You hadn’t provided much to the team as of late, besides doing dishes in the later hours of the evening, when everyone else had retired for the night and you felt comfortable enough to retrieve your own sustenance. 

“So, Tony, Wanda and I had a discussion earlier.” He opened up, and with fleeting action, you placed your forehead in your hands. He took the opportunity to comfort you, placing a hand on your back. “Nothing bad, sold- Y/N. We’re just worried for you.”

“I won’t lie, I’m worried too. I don’t know what to think about anything anymore.” 

“I know, you’re still mourning. It was hard for me to see Bucky brain-”

“Yes, but he’s here now, Steve. Cloak- he’s-” 

“Gone, I know. And there’s nothing you, or I, or anyone else can do about that. I’m sorry Y/N.” His fingers tread across your back in an attempt to comfort you. You leaned into his touch ever so slightly. It didn’t feel bad, if anything. 

From the opposite end of the hallway, Loki lurked. Jealousy stirred as he watched Steve’s hand tracing on your back. He wished to be the one to comfort you. To touch you. To feel you. He hardly knew you, and yet- 

Loki was practically addicted. 

He didn’t want to force you into anything, nor did he want to press any of your boundaries on the subject. If a simple smile was all he could get from you as you retreated from the practice room, then so be it. But every day was harder and harder to stay away. Which is how he ended up hidden opposite your door, eavesdropping on yours and Rogers’s conversation. 

“Listen, Tony thinks it would be a good idea to learn how to use your powers alongside Loki and Thor.” Wait, what? You and Loki both thought. Both of your immediate reactions were completely contrasted. 

Yes, prodded Loki’s mind, ecstatic with the thought of spending more time with you. 

No, called yours, begging to stay away. Everything within your reserve prompted you to be around him, but you knew you couldn’t. 

You had trusted Cloak for years, he was your coverage in every battle you had. You bonded, and yet, here you were. Without him, for the first time. Suddenly, tears were prodding at your eyes, as you tried feverishly to blink them away. At this, Loki himself frowned, retreating ever so slightly. He didn’t want to hurt you. 

Neither did Steve: “I’m sorry if I hit a sore spot. I tried to convince him that you could train with me-” 

“No, no. It’s okay. I’m just scared, you know? Cloak was always my coverage. I don’t know if I can trust anyone to ever be that for me again.”

“In the Avengers, we all cover each other.” Steve responded. “Thank you, Cap.” You leaned into Steve’s touch further, and he wrapped his arms around you snuggly. You settled your head on his heavily muscled shoulder. 

Outside, Loki writhed. Out of possessive, obsessive rage. He needed to step away. He was glad you were being comforted, but how he wished it was by him instead. For a split second, he thought of transforming himself in order to charm you. He quickly shook away the thought, skillfully escaping back down the hallway to his own corridors. 

After a moment, you pulled away from Steve. “I appreciated this. I’ll do my best to wrangle my feelings and to start practicing with Thor and Loki. I do want to contribute more, I promise. I just-”

“Don’t apologize Y/N. And hey, we’d love to have you join us at dinners again. Eating as late as you must probably isn’t the best for you.” He smiled brilliantly, chuckling slightly. You nodded, following him as he stood. “And, if you ever do want to practice,” Steve started, repressing Tony’s comment from earlier “just let me know okay?”

“Of course, although, I think I’m probably not any match for a super soldier.”

“But you’re a match for two Gods?” 

“Good point.” 

You and Rogers walked down the hallway into the main common rooms, where dinner was waiting. Wanda and Nat both gave you a gentle smile, as did Thor. The primary person who you anticipated seeing, however, was nowhere to be found. You weren’t sure if that was a positive or negative quite yet. 

“Where’s Reindeer Games? Not that I really care, but I do care about the structural integrity of this tower, which he has been known to threaten in the past-”

You felt his presence in a near instant, as he slid through the space between you and the doorway. “Pardon me darling,” he spoke, taking the small of your back in his hand, similarly to how Steve had earlier. Your breath hitched, feeling a slight amount of the fountain of your life force pulse against your skin, begging for you to release it to him. You stepped out of the way, allowing his fingers to linger for only a moment, which he cherished. 

You tried to not let the feeling drive you away from Loki. You fought the urge to reclude back into your room, taking a deep breath. 

At last, you were all gathered across the dining table, and you found yourself enjoying the company of the rest of the Avengers. It was slightly awkward at first, but it soon grew to be an enhanced version of the conversations you once had with them all. Loki was incredibly knowledgeable on a multitude of topics, including literature, which you loved. 

No, no no. You said to yourself. You can’t do this. What about Cloak? You tried to push your pleasant thoughts of Loki to the side, although it was difficult to do so. 

Little did you know how much Loki himself was struggling. As the conversation flowed, he listened to every time you laughed, making a mental note on what was said to make the beautiful flutter of sound come from your lips. He wanted nothing more than to sit next to you. The mere feeling of his hand on your torso nearly drove him to madness. 

Tony notified Thor and Loki of the new arrangement regarding training practice, and Thor bellowed with glee at the proposition of a new training buddy. Loki simply smiled, trying his best to repress any intense emotions. 

You retired early to bed, knowing that tomorrow would certainly be interesting with your new training buddies. Especially the one who drew your life force out of you with mere proximity.

>>> Chapter II

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[sjsmith56]

A Better Man, Part 2 - Foundation

Summary: After talking with her best friend, Natasha, Andrea reconsiders Bucky’s offer. Natasha visits the offices of Barnes Contracting to meet Bucky, coming to her own conclusions about the nature of the business.

Length: 4.6 K

Characters: Andrea, Brock Rumlow, Natasha Romanoff, Mrs. Parker, Steve, Sam, Bucky.

Warnings: Flashback of Rumlow is not pleasant, grief over a relative’s death, Natasha’s suspicious nature (with reason), otherwise mostly fluff.

Author notes: Andrea’s backstory is revealed. Dumbass alert.

<<Part 1

Part 2

As soon as Bucky suggested Andrea move in with him, she immediately thought of Brock. It wasn't fair of her to compare the two men; she knew that, but Brock had used the exact same words within days of them meeting each other.

"Move in with me," he said, his hands firmly on her arms. "Baby, I'll take good care of you. Whatever you want is yours."

"But I hardly know you," she replied, looking up at his rugged face. "We've only had a couple of dates. Isn't moving in together kind of fast?"

"Not if it's meant to be," he smiled. He rubbed her arms, his bicep muscles practically straining against his suit jacket. "Listen, if you want to take a trial run, we can do that. Stay with me for the week."

"What will I tell my parents? I still live with them."

He smiled, his hands moving down to her waist and pulling her close to him. It was possessive, yes, but there was no denying that he exuded a masculine energy that thrilled her in a very primal way.

"Tell them you're house sitting for a friend," he suggested. "She has a pet that can't be left alone." He bent his head towards her neck, scratching it a little with his stubble as his warm breath raised goosebumps down her arms. "It will be a week you'll never forget."

He hadn't lied about that part. For a week Brock treated her like a queen. Out for dinner every night at restaurants she could only imagine about going to before she met him. Then on to clubs, walking past the lineups and being allowed in without so much as a second glance. It was heady stuff, and she totally got caught up in it. The sex was amazing, although a little on the rough side and he didn't always use a condom because they interfered with the experience for him or it took too much time to put on, but he was so masculine and unlike anyone Andrea had ever met. Then, in the few weeks after she went back home to live, promising to seriously consider his offer, Brock Rumlow began pulling away from her.

"Sorry, baby, but I gotta work tonight."

How many times did she hear that excuse? Seriously, how much work did a so-called contractor need to do at night? Then there were the dates he cancelled by phone. She could hear the club music in the background as he made up all sorts of excuses why they couldn't go out. Until he stopped phoning completely, around the same time she began feeling sick. Except she wasn't sick, she was pregnant. She showed up at the building where she first saw him. The large overhead door was open this time and she could see many cars inside, all in various states of repair, or so she thought. He was standing out front with several of the employees, smoking and laughing at some joke.

"What are you doing here?"

That's what he said to her, in a tone that wasn't very friendly. No hello, no how have you been, just a question asked in such a way that she knew he didn't want to see her. He agreed to sit in her car so they could have a private conversation, and she told him about being pregnant. He laughed ... he actually laughed.

"You're sure it's mine?"

She wanted to hit him then, to spit in his face, claw his eyes out, call him every name in the book but he didn't even give her that opportunity, because he got out of her car, then leaned in before he shut the door.

"Don't call me or show up here anymore. I got nothin' to say to you."

That was it. She was set adrift and when she told her parents they pushed the boat even further from shore, telling her to find somewhere else to live. She packed her bags and went to her grandmother's house. That woman, bless her heart, took her in with a warm hug, made her cocoa, then listened to her cry her heart out.

"What are you going to do about the baby?"

She could get an abortion. Certainly, she was pro-choice, as was her grandmother. But it was a choice and something deep inside her said she wanted this, even if the father was a lousy, no good, lying son-of-a-bitch, motherfucker. So, she decided to have the baby and began laying the foundation to have her own family. Screw her parents. Screw Brock Rumlow. She and Grandma would be the parents of this child, with no regrets of any kind.

Lily was born, with her namesake grandmother at Andrea's side during the birth, an amazing woman who gave her comfort. It was wonderful to see them together; great grandmother and great granddaughter, two lilies of the field, as the elder Lily often said. Then she died, a heart attack as she prepared her garden in early spring, and once again Andrea was set adrift, alone in a stormy sea, except for the light that her daughter gave her. When she found out that her grandmother left her everything, she vowed to live as the older woman had; fully engaged and loving the world with all of its beauty. If it were only that simple.

After Bucky left, Andrea locked the door then picked up her phone and called her best friend, Natasha. When she answered it took all of Andrea's willpower not to cry.

"Why are you calling so early?" asked her closest friend. "Aren't you supposed to be in the middle of a date?"

"I told him to go," she answered. "Nat, he asked me to move in with him."

There was silence for a bit. "Okay. Maybe give me some context."

Andrea explained how dinner was fun and then they began to look at the areas of the house that needed fixing. He identified a new roof, new windows in the one bedroom, a possible exterior leak for the ceiling stain in the corner of the living room, then the big one.

"The electrical panel," stated Natasha, already knowing the biggest issue of the house. "What did he say?"

"Exactly what you said. Copper and aluminum don't mix, the fix is expensive and would require that we move out. I told him I didn't have anywhere else to go and he offered me a room in his apartment. He even said we could work out payment and emphasized that he wasn't trying to take advantage of me. Said he would be willing to be the general contractor for it and handle the tradespeople."

"Hold on a second," said her friend. "Unlike that Sitwell jerk, he told you the truth about the extent of the work needed for your place, and he can find you the right people to do the job. Then he offered you a place in his home, with no strings attached. How dare he be a guy trying to be nice."

"I know, I know," sighed Andrea. "When he asked me to move in, I had a flashback to Brock, and you know how that turned out."

"Yes, ultimately, you ended up with a baby girl who is the light of your life, that everyone adores because she is the cutest little flower in the world."

"You think I should have said yes to him." Andrea braced herself for the answer she knew was coming.

"Yes! Not every guy is trying to get into your pants. There are gentlemen out there and you just tossed one aside because you're still dealing with how Brock hurt you."

Of course, Natasha was right. Bucky had been a gentleman with her the entire evening. Even when the light in the basement burnt out, he had held her respectfully, not taking advantage of her in the dark. He left without complaining and apologized for offending her with his offer. There had been no name calling, or faux outrage, or anything that indicated he was anything other than a nice guy. Andrea groaned. She didn't even give him a chance. The roses were on the table, and she looked at them.

"What do lavender roses mean?" she asked Natasha, who was into that stuff.

"Love at first sight," said her friend, a little too quickly. "Did he bring you lavender roses?"

"Yeah. That's not being pushy, is it?"

"Did he say he loved you?"

"No, but he did say he liked me, a lot."

They didn't say anything to each other while they contemplated what it all meant.

"I think you need to talk to him. At least, lay down some ground rules and see how he reacts to that."

"Okay," breathed Andrea. "Tomorrow, I'll go see him. Wait, I can't. Lily is getting vaccinations tomorrow and she'll be grumpy for the rest of the day. I'll see him the day after."

"You promise?"

Andrea promised then ended the call. She would go see Bucky again.

The next day

Natasha looked at the building wondering if this was the right place. There was no exterior sign but when she looked up Barnes Contracting on Google this was the address she was given. It was in a decent neighbourhood by the looks of the buildings around them. They were all in good repair and this building, although plain in appearance, seemed well maintained. With a quick breath, she pushed open the door, seeing a standard reception area. There were four doors leading elsewhere; two of them closed and two open. A nice-looking dark-haired lady was stationed at the desk.

"Good morning," she said pleasantly. "How can I help you?"

"I wish to speak with Bucky Barnes."

The lady's eyes flickered briefly to one of the closed doors. "He's not available at the moment. May I ask what it's about?"

"I've come to talk to him about a mutual acquaintance," replied Natasha. "Andrea Hart."

"I can help the lady, Mrs. Parker," said a man's voice and the red head looked at one of the open doors. For a moment, Natasha forgot everything about Andrea as she gazed upon the tall, muscular blond man who stood in the doorway. He was impressive, with his sleeves rolled up and several dark tattoos visible on his forearms. "Is Miss Hart alright?"

"Yes and no," answered Natasha. She looked at one of the closed doors. "Is he here?"

"Yes and no," smiled the blond man. "I'm Steve. Please, come into my office, Miss ...?"

"Romanoff, Natasha is fine," she said, moving towards him.

He stepped back to let her past him.

"Mrs. Parker, would you let Sam know of our visitor when he arrives but don't say anything to Bucky just yet." He winked at her. "I don't think he's in a mood to listen to reason at the moment."

"Of course," smiled the older woman. "I'll handle him."

Steve closed the door, waiting for Natasha to sit before he did, then took her appearance in; the red hair, attractive and fit body, her determined face. He had noticed the effect his appearance had on her and to be fair she made him feel all sorts of things in return. If he had met her elsewhere, they would have already been flirting and probably making out but if she was here about Andrea and Bucky, then he needed to focus on the task at hand.

"I'm going to bypass any formalities and assume you're here to get Bucky and Andrea talking."

She smiled and the warmth inside of him spread a little further.

"You could say that. She called me after she told him to leave. I wanted to explain to him why she said what she said."

"I'm listening." Natasha reacted to that phrase, frowning at him, so he clarified. "Bucky is my best friend. We've known each other since we were boys. I bug the life out of him, but I love him like a brother. He hasn't had the best track record with women, and we thought he and Andrea might have something special beginning. When she kicked him out of her house last night, he took it hard. He's been quite the bear this morning."

Tilting her head slightly, Natasha considered his words and decided to trust him. There was something in the way he carried himself that seemed sincere.

"She had a flashback to her previous boyfriend, the one who got her pregnant and wouldn't acknowledge the baby as his. It scared her because he asked her to move in with him after only a couple of dates, then ghosted her a few weeks later, just before she began getting morning sickness."

Steve nodded his head in sympathy. "It's understandable that Bucky's offer would set off all sorts of warning bells."

The door opened and Sam came in asking about that shipment of tablet computers they were handling. Then he saw Natasha and clamped his mouth shut before blurting out an apology.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company."

"Didn't Mrs. Parker say anything about our visitor?"

"She's in the break room, I think. Who do we have here?"

His flirting smile made Natasha grin. Him mentioning a shipment of tablet computers meant these guys were definitely not legit, but they were still quite charming in a roguish sort of way.

"Natasha," she replied, holding out her hand to him. He bent over it and kissed her knuckle. "Andrea's best friend."

Sam stopped kissing her fingers then looked up. "Is she alright?"

Withdrawing her hand from his she smiled mysteriously. "I'll say one thing about you two. You're both concerned about Andrea."

"We like her, and Lily is adorable," said Steve. He looked at Sam. "She said Andrea had a flashback to Rumlow and that's what made her say no to Bucky's offer."

"Well, that makes sense," said Sam, plopping down on another chair. "How are we going to fix this?"

"You guys know about Rumlow?" Natasha looked from one to another. Of course, they would know him or of him. "He's with the competition, isn't he?" The two men looked at each other nervously, making her laugh. "I kind of had you made when I didn't see a sign on your building. You're on Google but what kind of contracting business doesn't have a sign? Obviously, one that doesn't like to have attention drawn to it, at least not the normal kind of attention."

"We're on Google?" Sam searched his phone, then jumped up and left the office.

She and Steve smiled politely at each other, not speaking, then Sam came back in. "We'll take care of that." He turned to Natasha again. "So, how do we get this situation between Andrea and Bucky resolved?"

"Well, I talked her into coming in to see him, and explaining why she turned him down, but she can't do it until tomorrow, as Lily is getting her six-month vaccinations today."

Sam winced. "Poor little thing. She's going to be very grumpy." He noticed Natasha smiling at him. "I have nephews, and I remember." He had a wistful look on his face, then he shook it off. "Go on."

"I guess you just have to make sure he sees her and gives her a chance to explain." She shifted in her seat. "He is serious about her, isn't he? She can't take being abandoned again. First Brock, then her parents kicked her out when she told them she was pregnant. Her grandmother took her in but died when Lily was a month old. She's named after Andrea's grandmother."

Both men were listening to her in rapt silence. It was kind of sweet, actually, reinforcing Natasha's belief that despite their obvious occupations, these men were decent. Steve breathed out.

"We'll make sure he listens to her, won't we Sam?"

The other man nodded emphatically. Feeling that she had accomplished what she wanted Natasha stood up, surprised when the two men stood up immediately with her. They had manners; she was a sucker for manners.

"I'm going to go," she said. "It was nice to meet you, Steve, Sam."

She held her hand out to shake theirs. Steve held her hand for several long seconds.

"Are you seeing anyone?" he asked.

"No, are you?"

"No. We could grab a bite to eat sometime, if you like food."

Sam almost choked, putting his hand up in apology as he tried to breathe.

"I like food," replied Natasha, ignoring Sam's outburst. "What about him?"

"Let him find his own date."

"I have another friend," she said.

"Yeah?" Sam's grin split his face. "Is she nice?"

"You want nice instead of beautiful?"

He shrugged, the grin still on his face. "Being nice makes a woman beautiful. That's my philosophy. I think you're nice."

Natasha felt her cheeks go warm. These guys were on another level. Going out with them could be a lot of fun or the biggest mistake of her life. She chose fun, grabbing a post-it note and writing down her phone number.

"Call me when you've set something up and I'll bring my nice friend," she said. "We're not into the club scene all that much but do like to be appreciated and treated with respect."

"We can do that," replied Steve. "It was nice meeting you, Natasha. We'll get Bucky and Andrea sorted out."

She waited for Sam to open the door for her, noticing he let her out first. Their manners were doing all sorts of things to her. Mrs. Parker was at her desk.

"I was going to say I hadn't seen Sam yet, but it looks like he found you," she said. "Bucky hasn't come out at all."

"Thank you, Mrs. Parker," smiled Steve. "We've got it covered. If Miss Romanoff here, calls or phones again, you can just refer her to me. I'll talk to her anytime."

"Good to know," the older woman smiled, then answered the phone. "Barnes Contracting, how may I help you? I'm sorry, he's not taking calls at the moment. Would you like to speak with Mr. Rogers or Mr. Wilson?" She put her hand on the microphone of the handset. "Sam? Line 1. It's about that shipment ... you know, that special shipment?"

"Right." He saluted Natasha and ducked into his office, closing the door, leaving her and Steve in the reception area.

Escorting her outside, Steve stood with his hands in his pockets, suddenly unsure of what to say.

"Do you do any legitimate contracting work?" she asked delicately, voicing what she suspected.

"Yes, the three of us do have our general contractors' licences and we earned them the right way, with a lot of hard work and study," answered Steve. "It's a competitive business so we have to be open to alternative revenue sources at times. Bucky's grandfather started the business, then his mother took over before handing it off to him. She's kind of like a mother to all three of us, making sure we conduct ourselves properly." He looked squarely at her; his blue-green eyes focused solely on her. "Is that a problem?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no." She shook her head as if she were deciding something. "I believe that all three of you have a line that you won't cross, which is good. You do care about each other and I'm sure you care about Andrea. I just don't want her to be hurt again."

His face softened. "We want the same thing. A woman badly hurt Bucky a few years ago, and it's made him uncertain at times, especially at how some of the compromises he's had to live with would make most women walk away. But he is honest; I swear to God. I could see him leaving the compromising nature of our business behind if he had the right partner in life. Sam and I think Andrea could be that person. She would be worth it."

She didn't know why she did it but Natasha suddenly kissed Steve on the cheek, then she walked away, turning back once to see that he still watched her from in front of the building. If she wasn't careful herself, she could easily fall for him. That might cause all sorts of problems.

The day after that

Natasha was called into work, so Andrea had to bring Lily with her to see Bucky. She walked towards Barnes Contracting, surprising the people along that route who noted it wasn't her usual day to walk there, especially on a day like today, when rain was forecast. Was she that predictable in her walking routine? It was threatening to rain. Maybe, she should go back. But she did promise Natasha that she would speak to Bucky and she knew her friend wouldn't accept a little rain as a reason for not going. Finally arriving at the building, she began to panic then the door opened to a dark-haired lady looking at her with motherly concern.

"Miss Hart? Is everything alright?"

"Yes ... no," she admitted, wondering how this woman knew her name. "I think I changed my mind."

The older lady looked up at the sky. "Looks like it's going to rain at any moment. I think you should come inside and wait it out."

Almost on cue, the rain started to fall, and Andrea pushed the baby stroller past the woman and into the reception area, the first time she had been inside the building. It was plain but clean and certainly seemed well finished. As she stood just inside the door, the receptionist bent her head over the stroller, obviously taken by Lily, who was cooing up at her.

"She is such a darling," she crooned at the baby. "May I?"

With her permission, the woman picked up Lily, holding her in the crook of her arm as if she had held babies for most of her life. Lily responded as she usually did, with smiles, gurgles, and a fascination with everything around her. A closed door opened, revealing Bucky, who stared at Andrea and Lily, seemingly surprised to see them. The older lady looked at him with a smile.

"Bucky, your 10:00 is here. Go ahead Miss Hart. I can watch this little doll all day long."

He stepped away from his door, waiting for Andrea to approach and enter, then closed the door behind her, waiting for her to sit before he took his seat. For some time, he sat with his hands folded on the desk and his mouth set in a straight, grim line.

"You made an appointment?" he finally asked.

"No, I didn't," stammered Andrea. "I'm surprised she said that. I just walked here, almost didn't come in but it started to rain, and your receptionist said to wait it out inside, then your door opened and there you were."

Scowling a little, he sat back in his chair.

"We've been set up," he muttered. "They've drawn Mrs. Parker into this." He looked at her and sat forward again, trying to be friendlier. "I am so sorry that I sprung that on you. I really didn't have ulterior motives. It was just an offer to help you out because I know you're going through a difficult time."

Andrea shook her head. "It's okay. I overreacted. What you said was how Brock asked me to move in with him and I had a flashback to that moment." She clarified that statement. "Brock is Lily's father. We had only been out a few times before he asked me to move in with him. I talked him into a week's trial and within a week of moving back with my parents he began distancing himself from me. A week later he started ghosting me. Two weeks after that I found out I was pregnant, and he told me to leave him alone."

"Bastard," grumbled Bucky.

"I said worse about him," smiled Andrea. "I'm sorry I told you to leave. It really was a generous offer."

"It still stands," said Bucky, trying to keep a neutral tone to his voice and manner, while inside he could barely contain himself. "I'm in a position to help, that's all."

There was a knock on the door and Mrs. Parker came in with Lily. Instead of giving her to Andrea, she put her in Bucky's hands. He held her out at arm's length, unsure of what he should do with the baby.

"A shipment is here, and the language from the truck driver is atrocious," said Mrs. Parker. "I can handle it, but I don't think little ears should be assaulted by that kind of language." She smiled at him. "You can cradle her in your arms. She likes that."

Without another word she left the couple, and Bucky looked at Lily, then at Andrea, who was amused, knowing a setup when she saw one. Lily squealed and kicked her legs as Bucky settled back into his chair, trying to remember how his sister held her dolls when they were little. When he looked up at Andrea, she grinned.

"Not bad," she said. "Lily's happy."

"I've never held a baby before," he admitted. "It's kind of nice. She's a nice baby."

What he really meant with the second nice, was that she was a beautiful baby, and he was smitten. She likes me. Look at her. She's so beautiful and perfect. How could Rumlow not want this?

"So, um, I would like to take you up on your offer," said Andrea. "How do we do this? Should we sign some sort of agreement? You know, where we determine how we're going to share your apartment; who does what and when? I don't mind cooking but I'm not much for keeping a place looking perfect. It's hard with a baby and she sometimes keeps me up at night, so I would try to keep her quiet, but it doesn't always work that way. I think we should do our own laundry as I have enough with a baby to do it every day. I can contribute to groceries and even pay you rent, if you want."

He looked from Lily to Andrea, a laugh just bubbling away inside of him just trying to burst out.

"We can figure it out as we go along, can't we?" He put his finger near Lily's fist, smiling as she grasped it hard. "I'll get some of my guys to move the crib and anything else you want into my place. It's best if we put the rest of your possessions into storage while we're working on the renovations. I can tell you from experience, that some other problems might be revealed as we begin fixing your place. It's just a fact of life with these older brownstones. They're worth the investment though. They don't build them like they used to."

"Okay, we'll work it out as we go along," agreed Andrea. "Please, if it ever gets too much, tell me. Be honest."

"I will," he answered.

Outside, in the reception area, Mrs. Parker watched Bucky's door. When Sam and Steve walked in, noticing the baby stroller she put a finger up to her lips, then nodded her head while smiling. They gave each other a high five, then Steve texted Natasha that it seemed things were going to plan. The two men disappeared into their offices, attending to their normal workday routines.

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just one more drink, please come inside [one shot]

Explicit★Steddie★1400 Words★Complete

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Summary: ‘Man, this DJ really does suck,’ Eddie thought with no small amount of amusement as another poorly timed mix was allowed to play. In the poor guy’s defense, he was a little distracted Part of my series of unrelated pwp fics after I got sad that a bunch of thot job options for Steve lost to bartender in a Tumblr poll. CW: Public sex, Oral sex, Undernegotiated kink, Deepthroating, Throat pie, Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington’s good boy

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‘Man, this DJ really does suck,’ Eddie thought with no small amount of amusement as another poorly timed mix was allowed to play. In the poor guy’s defense, he was a little distracted. 

With that thought, Eddie pulled back to catch his breath around the thick cock in his mouth, sucking and lapping at the head hungrily. Working the head was his favourite part of any blowjob, especially with particularly handsy partners like Steve apparently was. The hand twisting roughly in his hair was almost enough to make up for Eddie not being able to hear him. 

The club was understandably loud, and Steve’s set-up was up a set of stairs so they were well out of sight. Honestly, if there wasn’t someone always up there, Eddie would consider it a great place for hook-ups. It was private and plenty intimate given the cramped space. It was a revelation because he never gave it much thought before. This domain was that of his best friends, Jeff and Gareth, so Eddie never dreamed of invading it. 

But when Eddie looked up at the DJ booth to see who exactly was doing such a piss-poor job (since it obviously wasn’t either of his friends), he nearly choked on his own spit. The man upstairs spinning discs was absolutely gorgeous, and Eddie needed to know him immediately in the Biblical sense. 

“Pretty sure none of the stuff that just came out of your mouth is in the Bible, Eddie,” Chrissy said blandly, but Eddie was already walking away and toward the stairs. 

Eddie wasn’t even sure how he made it to the top because it felt like he just blinked and then he was standing in the booth next to the man. The gorgeous God in human flesh glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, his expression so beautifully bitchy that Eddie was ready to bend right over the turntable and offer up his hole. 

“Hi,” Eddie said with a big grin, carefully placing his hand on the table and leaning heavily, tipping closer to the DJ until he leaned away a bit. “I’m Eddie.” 

For a long moment, the DJ looked like he was going to ignore Eddie completely before he replied, “Steve.”

“Oh, that’s an easy name to remember. Steve,” Eddie said, as if testing the name on his tongue. Humming, Eddie tested it a few more times, his voice pitching up, going breathier on each repeat until he was outright moaning it. 

“Can I help you?” Steve asked, and God, that bitchy expression was back and going straight to Eddie’s dick. 

“Got a request for ya, big boy,” Eddie replied, his voice practically a purr as he leaned in even closer. 

Somehow, Steve’s expression turned even bitchier, as if that would make Eddie any less ready to jump his fucking bones. Then he wordlessly pointed at the sign just over Eddie’s shoulder:

‘NO REQUESTS’

“Oh, no, it wasn’t going to be one of those requests. How silly of me not to specify,” Eddie said, jokingly popping himself on the forehead with the heel of his palm.

“Listen, man, I’m just a bouncer, but the DJ for tonight called in sick and I’m the only one on who knows anything about this shit. So, can you finish whatever game you’re playing?” Steve said with a huge exasperated sigh, and Eddie sort of felt bad for messing with him.

Only sort of.

Grinning, Eddie leaned in really close and murmured against Steve’s ear, “BJ for the DJ?”

Steve was caught so off-guard by the request that he snorted and blinked down at the turntable before looking back at Eddie’s shit-eating grin. “That your best line?”

“Is it working?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow knowingly at Steve. 

Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Steve smiled almost grudgingly as he looked at the buttons again. “I’m off in an hour,” he finally replied, and Eddie giggled.

“No need to wait, big boy,” he crooned and before Steve could say anything, Eddie sidled between him and the turntable and slid to his knees underneath it.

‘Fuck, ‘big boy’ indeed,’ Eddie thought, moaning as he bobbed his head on Steve’s thick cock, his hole twitching at the thought of having that girth inside him. Sucking sloppily, Eddie reached up to fondle Steve’s heavy balls, rolling them gently in his hand and squeezing them just to see how he liked that. From the burst of salty precum on his tongue and the hand twisting viciously in his hair, Eddie figured he really liked that.

With a low sound, Eddie reached further back, just to press a fingertip against Steve’s taint, and the reaction was glorious. Yes, Steve’s hips jerked forward and gagged Eddie. Yes, the ensuing noise Eddie made around Steve’s cock and the amount of spit that dribbled from his mouth in thick strands were gross.

But, Jesus H Christ, did Eddie live for that rough treatment.

With a gurgling, desperate moan, Eddie curled his fingers into the belt loops on Steve’s pants and pulled him forward, hoping he got the hint. The beautiful, gorgeous, perfect man above him was quick to react, shifting the hand in his hair to the back of his head before driving his dick deep into Eddie’s mouth.

It got even messier from there, with Eddie gagging when he mistimed a swallow and spit and tears wetting his face, and Christ Steve was a vision above him. Eddie gazed up at him adoringly, watching the muscle in his jaw tense with every thrust, his eyes still resolutely on the turntable in front of him. The music was barely even audible to Eddie at this point, the only noises his ears were able to pick up being the sucking, wet slide of a cock inside his mouth and his own wanton sounds.

Then Steve tapped on Eddie’s head, a warning, and when Eddie just pressed closer the man dragged him forward until his nose was buried in the coarse cloud of hair around the base. Taking a slow breath in through his nose, Eddie closed his eyes and hummed, shivering happily as Steve spilled straight down his throat. 

Eddie was painfully hard in his pants, and he wanted Steve’s hands on him so fucking badly, but when Eddie tried to pull him to the floor, the brute slapped his hands away. Whining around the softening cock in his mouth, Eddie looked pleadingly up at Steve through his tear-soaked lashes.

Steve swallowed thickly as he finally looked down at him. “I’m still on the clock,” he said, loud enough for Eddie to hear as he shifted his hips back, slipping out of Eddie’s mouth.

“I’m so fucking hard,” Eddie complained, and Steve pouted condescendingly down at him.

“Should’ve thought about that before you sucked my dick while I was at work,” Steve teased, and Eddie whined.

“How was I supposed to know you took your job so seriously?” he asked pitifully, and Steve just stuck his lip out further, mocking him. That wasn’t helping Eddie’s boner one bit.

With a put-upon sigh, Steve shifted his weight and slid a booted foot between Eddie’s legs. “If you can’t wait ‘till the end of my shift and you absolutely need me to get you off, there,” he said pointedly as he reached down and put his cock away before getting back to work on the turntable.

Eddie stared up at Steve, shocked, then down at the boot between his legs. The choice was agonizing—rub one out now on the floor under a turntable, or wait until Steve’s shift was over and then let the man take care of him properly. His dick begged for the former, and Eddie couldn’t help the way he rocked down against Steve’s foot.

But then he stopped himself, dropping his head against Steve’s hip with a whine as he lifted himself up onto his knees. “You’re so fucking mean,” he groused, and he shivered at the laugh that pulled from Steve. One of his big hands was petting his hair, as if trying to soothe him.

“Yeah, but I can tell you like ‘em mean, don’t you?” Steve asked, and this time when Eddie looked up, that bitchy expression was back and—oh, fuck, this guy had Eddie’s number the second he walked in there.

Shivering, Eddie dropped his forehead back against Steve’s hip and grinned down at the floor, settling in to wait until Steve’s shift ended.

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Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (The Scarlet Witch Saga, Part II)

Summary: While (Y/N) grapples with the unpleasant symptoms that accompanied her pregnancy’s first trimester, Stephen Strange pays her a visit and delivers her some devastating news regarding Wanda.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Yeah, this one's a sad one, ya'll (but I tried lightening it up with baby shenanigans and the inclusion of one of the MCU's best songs so it wouldn't be so angsty for you!) Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoy!

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness Part II of The Scarlet Witch Saga December 2024 Brooklyn College, Brooklyn (Superhero Snapshots Masterlist)

While (Y/N) focused on her breathing and silently willed her sudden nausea spell away, she cursed every single person who’d assured her that a second pregnancy would be a cakewalk compared to her first and cursed herself for naively believing them; she never experienced severe nausea while pregnant with Carina and thanks to Professor Liu’s burnt bag of popcorn in his office down the hall, she discovered just how sensitive her sense of smell was becoming. You are not going to throw up at work, she sternly told herself, one hand clutching the edge of her wastebasket and the other wafting the aromas emanating from her cinnamon-scented candle towards her nose. All she had to do was make it through one more lecture, and then she’d be on her way home to her loving family and her blessedly private bathroom.

There was a short knock on her closed office door and with a muttered curse, (Y/N) set the wastebasket down and wheeled her chair closer to her computer monitor before plastering a fake smile on her face and calling out, “Come in!” The door opened but instead of revealing one of her students or coworkers, it was Stephen Strange standing awkwardly in her office doorway. “Sorry, Doc, but you’ve missed the deadline to enroll in my course.”

Stephen chuckled a little at that, stepping into her office and closing the door behind him as he jokingly replied, “Dammit, there goes my dream of graduating early. How’re you doing, (Y/N)?”

“Better than I was last Saturday, that’s for sure.” (Y/N) stretched a leg out and nudged her rolling stool towards the doctor with the toe of her Converse sneaker. “How was the rest of the wedding reception?”

On the Saturday before Thanksgiving, (Y/N) and Stephen had attended the wedding of Doctor Christine Palmer, one of Stephen’s colleagues from his neurosurgeon days and an old flame; the doctor asked her to be his plus-one three days before the ceremony, and it didn’t take a genius to see that there were underlying reasons for extending a last-minute invitation to her. She would’ve agreed based on sympathy alone but after a quick conversation with Steve, she realized that the wedding and the reception would be good practice for her scheduled book tour in January; not only did her PTSD make it a challenge to be around large groups of people at once, but her ongoing first-trimester nausea was something she was desperate to be rid of. Unfortunately, her little gumball disagreed and after she vomited up her breakfast in the reception hall’s bathroom, Stephen conjured up a sparking orange portal into hers and Steve’s living room and wished her a speedy recovery before sending her home. I hope that things weren’t too awkward with Christine after I left, she thought with an inward wince as Stephen sighed to himself and took a seat.

“Not bad. I had a few martinis, chatted with my ex-girlfriend about why she and I never would’ve worked out, fought a giant octopus-eyeball creature in the middle of Greenwich Village…” (Y/N) blinked in surprise at the doctor’s casual admittance and Stephen arched a brow. “I take it you didn’t hear about that on the news?”

“Between the constant nausea, the final I’m only halfway done writing and my upcoming book tour, I’m surprised that I even know what day it is.” She self-deprecatingly rolled her eyes and leaned back in her desk chair, folding her hands over the small baby bump hidden beneath her thick Brooklyn College sweatshirt. “So, what can this part-time history professor do for a Master of the Mystic Arts?”

An uncomfortable-looking Stephen shifted in his seat and (Y/N)’s stomach twisted in apprehension at his uncharacteristically serious behavior. “Unfortunately, there’s no real easy way to kick off this conversation. Do you know about what happened in Westview last year?”

(Y/N) pursed her lips and stiffly nodded. “Wanda inadvertently created a new Vision and a set of twin children with magic and held an entire New Jersey town hostage with her mind, which she was only able to do because she’s apparently a very powerful witch.” Stephen looked taken aback by her succinct recollection, and she was quick to elaborate. “Captain Rambeau – she’s a high-level S.W.O.R.D. agent who was assigned to investigate the Westview Anomaly – came to our house on Fury’s orders to debrief me a few days after Wanda collapsed the hex and went on the run.” A familiar pang of guilt filled her chest at the mention of her friend’s mental breakdown; although Steve and her therapist tried to reassure her that she wasn’t responsible for Wanda’s actions, (Y/N) believed that there was more she could’ve done to help the grief-stricken younger woman. Swallowing the lump in her throat, (Y/N) forced herself to smile as she reached for her mug of tea. “And in case you were wondering, no, I haven’t seen or heard from Wanda since our visit to S.W.O.R.D.’s headquarters last year.”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” Stephen remarked before taking a deep breath. “Look, (Y/N), I’ve got something important to tell you. Wong said I shouldn’t because it’ll only disrupt the peaceful life you’ve built for your family, but I figured that you had the right to know the truth…”

And with that, Stephen launched into a detailed explanation of the turbulent journey he’d unwittingly embarked on after battling the octopus-eyeball creature in Greenwich Village. The doctor discovered that the creature had not only been sent to abduct a multiverse-jumping teenager named America Chavez, but it did so on the orders of Wanda Maximoff; while under the influence of a dark magic-infused spell book, she set out to steal America’s power in order to travel to a universe where she could be reunited with her children, coldly indifferent to the fact that the process of stealing the innocent teenager’s power would ultimately kill her. Wanda – or the Scarlet Witch, as Stephen referred to her – slaughtered dozens of sorcerers when she attacked Kamar-Taj, and she turned to the darkest of magic to stalk Stephen and America through the multiverse. It was only after a confrontation with the other universe’s Wanda, Billy and Tommy that their Wanda realized how corrupted by evil she’d become and in a moment of selfless heroism, she sacrificed herself to destroy the final copy of the Darkhold, ensuring that no one would ever again be tempted by its dark magic ever again.

(Y/N) sat in silence for several long moments after Stephen finished his story, her nausea long-forgotten and her eyes brimming with tears of remorse; the doctor had kindly spared her the gory details of her friend’s multiverse-spanning brutality and she could sense that he was restraining himself from voicing his low opinion of the Scarlet Witch as he talked, but his thoughtful approach did nothing to alleviate the crushing guilt she was collapsing under. “Is America okay?”

“Um, yeah…yeah, she is. She’s studying at Kamar-Taj with Wong, actually, trying to learn how to better control her powers. It’s not the home she’s been searching the multiverse for, but she seems to be happy there with the other students.”

(Y/N) wiped away her wayward tears and offered Stephen an overly-cheerful smile. “That’s good. I’ve, um…I’ve got a lecture in fifteen, so I’m afraid I’ll have to cut this short.” She leapt to her feet and busied herself with packing her laptop and lecture notes into her rolling tote bag. “It was really nice to see you again, Stephen-”

“(Y/N)-”

“And I’ll be sure to send a Christmas card to the Sanctum Sanctorum-”

“(Y/N).” One of Stephen’s scarred hands came to rest on her shoulder and she immediately went silent, her tear-filled eyes diligently trained on the shabby carpet. “I’m…I’m really sorry for your loss. Are you gonna be okay?”

(Y/N) let out a humorless chuckle and met the doctor’s concerned gaze with a saddened smile. “Don’t worry about me, Stephen; over the years, I’ve grown used to losing the people that I care about. I do appreciate you coming here and telling me yourself, and…well, I’m sure that this wasn’t easy for you.”

The corner of Stephen’s mouth curved into a ghost of his trademark smirk. “I owed you one, Professor. I should be getting back to the Sanctum, so I guess I’ll see you around sometime; if you or Rogers need anything, anything at all, then you know where to find me.”

“Of course,” (Y/N) replied as Stephen summoned one of his trademark sparking orange portals. “See you around, Stephen.”

The doctor gave her one last smile before stepping through the portal and closing it behind him; the moment the orange sparks vanished, she collapsed into her desk chair and sobbed into her hands.

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After struggling through her final lecture of the day and picking up some groceries at the store, (Y/N) pulled into the driveway of hers and Steve’s home and switched off the engine, stepping out of her yellow Volkswagen Bug and wrangling her bags into her arms before trudging up the steps to the front door. To her surprise, the front door swung open when she reached the top of the steps to reveal a solemn Bucky and Indy, their senior German Shepard. “Hey, Bucky. I take it that our favorite wizard stopped by to see Steve after dropping in on my office hours?”

“Yep,” The super-soldier tersely replied, taking her grocery bags from her and allowing her to step into the foyer before locking the door behind them; (Y/N) murmured a greeting to Indy and carefully bent down to give the dog his eagerly-anticipated ear scratches, allowing him to nuzzle against her chest before turning and trotting back into the living room. “Steve called me after he left and asked if I could come over; I tried talkin’ to him but it was clear he wasn’t really in the right mindset for a ‘none of this was your fault, you self-flagellating punk’ chat, so I left him in his study and I’ve been busy watching Cari.” He waited for her to kick her Converse sneakers off before continuing, his blue-grey eyes filled with concern for his oldest friend. “If anyone can get through to him, doll, it’s you.”

They walked into the living room and (Y/N) smiled for the first time in hours when she saw Carina sitting in her playpen; the fifteen-month-old looked up from her plastic play easel and squealed in delight at the sight of (Y/N) entering the living room, immediately dropping her purple crayon and raising her arms. “Mama, Mama!”

(Y/N) chuckled as she left her rolling tote bag by the piano and reached down to lift her daughter up into her arms. “Hi, lemon drop! Are you having lots of fun with Uncle Bucky?”

“Unca Bubby helped me draw,” Carina excitedly babbled, pointing at the scribble-covered paper fastened to her play easel and toothily beaming with pride. “You, Daddy, Unca Bubby, Unca Sam!” Indy barked once from his dog bed. “And Indy!”

“Oh, it’s a masterpiece, lemon drop! You’re becoming quite the artiste, you know.” (Y/N)’s praises coupled with the loving kiss pressed into her hair caused the infant to bashfully hide her face in her mother’s sweatshirt. “Why don’t you finish your drawing with Uncle Bucky while I go and find Daddy, and then we can start making dinner?”

Carina nodded. “Okay, Mama.” The infant kissed her cheek before twisting around and making impatient grabby-hands at Bucky. “Unca Bubby, Unca Bubby!”

“Okay, okay, hold your horses, sugar…” Bucky grumbled, but the amused smirk on his face as he took Carina into his arms contrasted with his grumpy tone; his eyes briefly met (Y/N)’s and he flashed her a sympathetic smile before turning and carefully stepping into the infant’s spacious playpen. “All right, Cari, who do you wanna finish drawing first?”

“Unca Sam!”

“…You sure about that, little lady?”

“Yeah, Unca Sam!”

Chuckling to herself, (Y/N) left her cheerful daughter and her disgruntled friend in the living room with Indy and made her way upstairs. She hesitated for a moment after reaching the landing, one hand clutching the newel post while the other moved to rest on the swell of her small bump, her stomach twisting itself into knots at the thought of what she might encounter behind the closed door of Steve’s office. After the Maximoff twins turned against Ultron to fight alongside the Avengers and Pietro’s tragic sacrifice, Steve’s natural protectiveness of Wanda as his fellow teammate morphed into an almost brotherly affection for the Sokovian woman; the mistreatment she suffered in the wake of the Sokovia Accords was ultimately what prevented him from signing and in their years on the run, he kept a close eye on her as she attempted to maintain her relationship with Vision and helped her see him as often as they could without risking capture. He cared just as deeply for Wanda as (Y/N) had, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was blaming himself for not doing enough to keep her off a darker and ultimately fatal path.

(Y/N) took a steadying breath and released it before walking down the hallway to the closed door of Steve’s office and gently tapping on the wood. After a moment, the door opened to reveal Steve, his azure eyes bloodshot and swollen and his face etched with grief; the corner of his mouth twitched upwards into a saddened smile at the sight of her and when she practically launched herself into his embrace, his arms held her tightly against him and he buried his face in her neck. “Hi, sunshine.”

“Hi, sweetheart.” (Y/N)’s eyes prickled with a fresh wave of tears, forcing her to blink them away as she leaned back to cup her husband’s face and gently wipe a wayward tear away with the pad of her thumb. “Do you want a little company for a while?”

Nodding, Steve took her hand and led her into his office, only pausing to nudge the door closed behind them. Along with his painting easel in the corner and the cluttered desk beside it, Steve’s personal workspace was a fascinatingly diverse representation of himself; there was a framed print of his old Captain America tour advertisement hung beside a Raiders of the Lost Ark movie poster, classical art theory and 20th century history textbooks placed beside colorful cartoon animation guides and (Y/N)’s historical-fiction novels, and a vintage turntable sitting on top of an antique drum table beside a large bouquet of LEGO flowers. There were four framed photographs lined up on either side of his computer monitor; a black-and-white photograph of Steve alongside his mother and Bucky, a candid photograph of Steve and (Y/N) at their engagement party that Sam had taken without their knowledge, a photograph of Carina napping peacefully in (Y/N)’s arms with their new baby’s latest sonogram taped to its frame and a group photograph of the Avengers taken only weeks before the introduction of the Sokovia Accords.

(Y/N) followed Steve over to the window seat and picked up the tablet that was resting on the cushion before sitting beside him; her eyes widened when she recognized the paused video on its screen and she burst into a fit of nervous giggles. “Oh my God, you filmed this?!”

Steve gave her a lopsided grin and made himself comfortable, one foot resting on the hardwood floor and the other stretched out across the cushion. “’Course I did. It’s not every day a fella gets to see a historical-fiction novelist and two Avengers win a karaoke contest at Snapper’s.”

While her face warmed in embarrassment, (Y/N) scooted closer and rested her back against her husband’s chest as he wrapped an arm around her midsection and pressed the video’s play button. The dimly-lit dive-bar was packed with patrons, who burst into applause when (Y/N), Natasha and Wanda took to the small stage and picked up three microphones, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at the memory of that night; she’d joined Steve, Sam, Natasha, Wanda and Vision – wearing the human glamor he often adopted to avoid any unwanted attention – for drinks at one of Kingston’s many bars and in their attempt to help the younger woman let loose and enjoy herself, she and Natasha signed the three of them up for their karaoke contest. One pep-talk and a couple of shots of Jack Daniels later, and they were coaxing a blushing Wanda up onto the stage for their rendition of Lorna Wu and the Coral Shore’s “The Ballad of the Witches’ Road” while Steve, Sam and Vision cheered them on. (Y/N)’s heart warmed when the footage panned over to Sam, who was cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting words of encouragement, and Vision, who was smiling bemusedly and giving Wanda an awkward but endearing thumbs-up.

“I have learned the lesson of all that’s foul and fair. Our love was forged in fire, water, earth and air. The spell is cast, how long it lasts I cannot divine; the road is there and so I dare to risk this heart of mine…” (Y/N) sang into the microphone, her voice carrying over the raucous crowd and the song’s instrumental track to harmonize beautifully with Natasha and Wanda’s voices. “Down, down, down the road, down the Witches’ Road. Down, down, down the road, down the Witches’ Road. Down, down, down the road, down the Witches’ Road. Follow me, my friend, to glory at the end!”

Sam’s impressed whistle could be heard during the brief instrumental break. “They’re pretty damn good, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, she is,” Both Steve and Vision dreamily replied, and Sam teasingly scoffed at their apparent astonishment.

“I have known the power of midnights in the wood, I’ve danced inside the circle of all that’s bad and good. The dangers great, the trials wait for those who seek the prize. Tame your fears, a door appears to love that never dies!” The trio of women, encouraged by the bar’s positive reception and no doubt the several whiskey shots they’d thrown back, began to loosen up and truly enjoy themselves; Wanda shed her sweater, Natasha played it up for the crowd with sultry smirks and winks and (Y/N) incorporated dramatic arm movements and twirls as they launched into the second chorus. “As we go down, down, down the road, down the Witches’ Road. Down, down, down the road, down the Witches’ Road. Down, down, down the road, down the Witches’ Road. Blood and tears and bone, together and alone!”

In the present, (Y/N) watched as she and Natasha shared a conspiratorial smile before shoving Wanda to the front of the stage to sing the song’s passionate bridge; the younger woman looked hesitant at first, but the hesitancy shifted to confidence when she caught sight of Vision standing in the crowd. “If I can’t reach you, let my song teach you all you need to keep our live alive. If I can’t hold you, remember what I told you; it’s the only way we survive, we survive!” The trio melodramatically played the air guitar while the song’s guitar solo blared and when the final verse began, Wanda nudged (Y/N) into center stage for another moment in the spotlight. “The road is wild and wicked, winding out of time. Still, we face our fortune chasing the sublime. What’s lost is found, what’s fierce is bound, we’re broken and we’re burned. But take a breath and dance with death, my love cannot be turned! As we go down, down, down the road, down the Witches’ Road. Down, down, down the road, down the Witches’ Road. Down, down, down the road, down the Witches’ Road. Wherever it may bend, I’ll see you at the end! I’ll see you at the end…I’ll see you at the end…I’ll see you at the end…I’ll see you at the end!”

The conclusion of their performance was punctuated by uproarious applause, with all three women taking a bow while the bar’s patrons cheered for them; the camera then panned over to show Sam bringing his fingers up to his mouth and loudly whistling in approval and Vision clapping beside him. When the camera returned its focus to the trio onstage before ending, (Y/N) was struck by the overwhelming happiness that was radiating off of Wanda’s beaming face.

“The next day during training, Wanda thanked me for inviting her out for drinks and she told me…” Steve’s voice wavered and (Y/N) could make out his sorrowful expression in the reflection of the tablet’s glass. “She said that it was the happiest she’d felt since before her parents died.”

Setting the tablet aside, (Y/N) twisted around to face her husband and held one of his hands between her own, her eyes flicking down to watch the pads of her fingers caress his knuckles and stinging with tears as she glanced back up. “For a while there, we were the closest thing to a family Wanda had. We offered her a place to stay after the Battle of Earth, told her to come to us if she ever needed anything and even tried to legally obtain Vision’s body so that she could gain a little closure; given our family’s…unique circumstances, we did as much for her as we could.” (Y/N) sniffed and allowed Steve to pull her into his arms, her head tucked under his chin as he rubbed soothing circles over her back. “It just wasn’t enough, that’s all.”

The office filled with silence as they took solace in each other’s arms, with (Y/N) focusing on the sound of Steve’s steady heartbeat against her ear and the warmth of his arms wrapped tightly around her to ground herself. Despite what she’d so confidently told Stephen back in her office at Brooklyn College, losing a loved one never got easier and she doubted it ever would; each loss simply added to the weight she carried in her heart and the knowledge that she didn’t possess the power to protect them.

Power, she thought to herself, her eyes flying open as the seemingly innocuous word crossed her mind and she considered its implications. “When Stephen talked to you, did he tell you about Wanda’s Scarlet Witch powers?”

“A little, yeah; he said that unlike other witches, she didn’t need to use spells or incantations, she could rewrite reality any way she chose, she was able to harness and manipulate Chaos Magic. According to him, she was the single most powerful being in the entire multiverse.” Steve’s chest rumbled with a half-hearted chuckle. “A pretty big step up from launching me into buildings, huh? Stephen tried explaining more of it to me, but I’m still not sure I understand how it all works.”

(Y/N) straightened in Steve’s arms, her eyes meeting his as one of her hands rested against his chest and the other moved to cradle his tear-stained cheek, and she mustered up an encouraging smile. “We’ll just have to ask Wanda more about it when we see her again, won’t we?”

Confusion filled Steve’s azure eyes for the briefest of moments but as he studied hers, a look of understanding and perhaps even a little hope replaced the grief written across his features. “Yeah,” Steve agreed, the corner of his lips curving upwards while he moved to hold her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, we will, sunshine.” He guided her forward and their lips met in a brief but profound kiss, one that instantaneously soothed the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her in a way only Steve Rogers could; when their kiss came to an end, he drew back and smiled reverently at her as his fingers tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” (Y/N) replied, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose and beaming when it elicited a chuckle from him. “We should probably check in on Cari and Uncle Bucky, make sure they’re not getting up to any mischief downstairs.”

Steve snorted in amusement before standing and helping her up from the cushioned window seat. “Oh, I’m sure they already have but lucky for us, my homemade beef stroganoff’s famous for distracting mischief-makers from their reigns of terror.”

Laughing, (Y/N) ran her fingers through her husband’s hair as he bent down to kiss her slight bump. “C’mon, Gordon Ramsay; the sooner we fix dinner, the sooner we can break open that tiramisu I bought on the way home.”

Steve hummed in interest, threading his fingers through hers and pressing a kiss onto her cheek before leading her out of the office. As they passed by his desk, (Y/N)’s eyes lingered on the framed photograph of the Avengers; standing between Clint and Vision, Wanda practically glowed with happiness as she smiled for the camera, and (Y/N) felt her heart grow lighter. Perhaps they were being purposefully naïve, putting their faith in a power that they could never hope to understand, or perhaps they were finally buckling under the weight of all the losses they’d suffered over the years. Either way, it couldn’t be denied that Wanda’s loss felt different from T’Challa’s or Natasha’s or even Tony’s, almost as if there was a new chapter of her life that had yet to be written. Stranger things have been known to happen, she thought as they made their way downstairs and the sound of laughter emanating from the living room coaxed another smile onto her face; Wanda Maximoff had spent her entire life defying the odds and persevering in spite of them, so who were they to believe that she couldn’t do it once more?

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A/N: Okay, okay, I promise that the next oneshot will be a happy one! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I've created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I'll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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[babyjakes]

Hiiiii handsome doctors and nurses 🥹 I was referred to your practice, and I’m a lil nervous… will I be taken care of there 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Hi there doll, we're so glad you found our inbox! Looks here like your referral came through just today on our end. Now that you're in our system, we should be able to get you onto our schedule pretty quickly, depending on which doctor you're trying to get in to see and what services they deem necessary. If you'd like to send a little more information on what kind of care you're looking for, we can discuss your options further and get you all set for your first visit.

No need to be nervous! But we definitely understand if you are; many littles are a bit anxious when starting out with us. We're gonna take great care of you, I can promise you that 🩵 And any and all questions or concerns you have can be addressed as we go along.

— Steve Rogers, RN

[your-divine-ribs]

Bonfire Night (Dad Van)

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November’s a way off but I still have a few Dad Van headcanons to post // What could possibly go wrong if Van and Larry are in charge of the fireworks at your family bonfire party?

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💥 It's a family tradition that you visit a local fireworks display every year on Bonfire Night, you've been doing it every year since Grace was born.

💥 This year however, Van decides that you should change things up. "Reckon we could put on just as a good a display at home. What d'ya reckon love?"

💥 "I don't know about that..." you scrunch up your face in disagreement. "Fireworks cost a fortune and at least it's safe for the kids going to a public one."

💥 "I can do safe!" He argues whilst you scoff and remind him why you've got a mini fire extinguisher under your kitchen sink. You purchased it after he'd nearly set your stove on fire the year before in an unfortunate egg frying incident.

💥 "Go on love, I'll make it really special... and extra-safe, I promise ya! It'll be bigger and better than that boring display we usually go to... and the neighbour's one too."

💥 That explains things.

💥 "Oh right, that's what it is then is it? You're in competition with next-door again are you?" You smirk at him teasingly whilst he hotly protests.

💥 "Nah it's not that I swear! But ya know, Craig was going on about buying this 40 shot exploding rocket thing online for a hundred quid. He says it's even better than the biggest ones at the display. Dead smug about it he was!"

💥 You roll your eyes but there's little point in trying to argue with Van. He's so stubborn when he gets an idea in his head it's pointless trying to talk him out of it.

💥 Your kids are beyond excited about the bonfire party, and Van's been hyping it up at every chance he gets. Larry's involved now too which raises concerns but you decide to give the lads the benefit of the doubt.

💥 "Daddy says we're going to have bigger rockets than NASA!" Grace squeals with excitement to anyone who'll listen. Before you know it all the mums on the school playground are sidling up to you, fishing for an invite. It's the talk of the town in no time.

💥 "Van... please tell me you're only buying fireworks that are suitable to use in a back garden," you worry as Van quickly snaps the laptop shut as you try to peer at the screen to see what he's purchasing.

💥 "Don't worry babe, it's all under control," he replies, but you don't miss the shifty glances him and Larry exchange.

💥 "I've got loads of experience Y/N," Larry pipes up. "Steve even put me in charge of health and safety on the last tour."

💥 This does absolutely nothing to quell your anxieties.

💥 "Daddy go BOOM!" Leo giggles, clapping his hands in delight as Van jumps up on the sofa, riling up the kids even further.

💥 "That's what I'm worried about," you groan, shaking your head in consternation.

💥 Over the next week you take delivery of several mysterious parcels which Van whisks away immediately before you have a chance to open them.

💥 For saying he hardly ever sets foot in the garden shed apart from to smoke a sneaky spliff away from the kids, him and Larry have practically set up residence in there. You've been banned from going in whilst they plot in private.

💥 Grace wants to make a guy to put on the bonfire out of Van's old clothes but he won't part with anything, even his old shirts with holes and rips in.

💥 "You're not burning my old stage gear Gracie, it's got sentimental value. Wore this shirt the first time we played Reading." He holds up what resembles a black rag.

💥 "But mummy says you need a wardrobe refresh!" Grace pouts, making a grab for the shirt which Van holds up out of reach.

💥 "Your mum doesn't know what's she's talking about, that's a bit of rock 'n' roll history there!" He counters, smirking at you.

💥 November 5th rolls around and the excitement in the McCann household is palpable. Despite your worries you can't deny how infectious it is and you get swept along with the preparations.

💥 You prepare a feast of hot dogs and burgers and jacket potatoes and there's marshmallows to toast on the bonfire. Everyone's in great spirits.

💥 You and the kids get wrapped up warm in your big winter coats, snuggly scarves and hats whilst the lads insist on braving the cold coat-less. It's a beautiful clear night and the stars are twinkling like diamonds and there's a cold nip in the air that paints little noses and cheeks pink.

💥 Van's eager to get stuck right into the main event and begin firing up the big rockets straight away but you pull rank and declare that you're starting off small, producing a pack of sparklers which you start handing around. "You can't have a bonfire party without sparklers!"

💥 "Sparklers?" Van huffs, turning up his nose, but you remind him that this is Leo's first bonfire night and he might get scared by the loud explosions that'll follow later on.

💥 "Think of everything don't I love?" He grins, placing a big set of ear defenders on your little boy.

💥 For saying Van was happy to dismiss the sparklers he certainly seems to be enjoying himself now, him and Larry spelling out swear words to each other with the fiery sticks in the darkness.

💥 "F for fish... U for umbrella... C for cat..." Grace calls out as she watches them, until you realise what she's spelling and you quickly distract her by stepping in front of the boys whilst drawing some pretty star shapes.

💥 "You're in the way mummy," Grace complains, trying to peer around you. "Daddy and Uncle Larry are helping me with my phonics!" You glare at the boys who are sniggering like naughty little children.

💥 As soon as the proper fireworks start being lit you attract the attention of your next door neighbour who seems to be matching Van and Larry's efforts by letting off progressively bigger and louder rockets as the night goes on.

💥 There's definitely some male posturing going on over the garden fence as the lads compete, bragging about how much they've spent on pyrotechnics and the decibels of the explosions.

💥 You can't deny they're impressive though. There's plenty of "oohhs" and "aahhs" as the night sky is filled with glittery showers of silver and gold and cascades of shimmering reds and greens.

💥 Leo's not phased at all by the deafening bangs and pops, screeching in delight as he points and claps. Grace is utterly mesmerised, speechless for once as she gazes upwards, mouth hanging open in awe.

💥 It's all going so well, a minor disaster quickly averted when the catherine wheel Van attached to the fence flies off on to the grass but Larry's there to quickly douse it with a bucket of water he has on standby.

💥 The lads seem to have it all in hand. Maybe you were too quick to judge. You feel a swell of pride and affection for your husband and a tiny smattering of guilt for ever doubting him.

💥 "It's been amazing," you tell him as you nuzzle up behind him, wrapping your hands around his waist. "The kids have had a great time and I have too. We should do this every year."

💥 He grabs hold of your hand, pulling you around so he can tuck you tight into his side, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. "Told ya I could pull it off didn't I? But it's not over yet... we're saving the best for last. Just you wait till ya see this last one!"

💥 "You mean there's more?" You gasp, wondering how they can top an already sensational display.

💥 His eyes are sparkling with excitement as he nods enthusiastically, then he's trudging towards the shed to emerge a few seconds later holding a huge box. You can just make out the word "ARMAGEDDON" splayed across the side in the torchlight.

💥 "Van honey, are you sure that one's safe?" You call, stooping to pick up Leo and grabbing Grace's hand, backing up towards the house, suddenly nervous.

💥 "It's all under control love!"

💥 Those are the last words you hear before an almighty thunderous cacophony fills the air and a dozen huge bursts of glittering trails shoot up from the ground like heat-seeking missiles.

💥 They don't all shoot upwards though. Several fly off at random angles, a fiery projectile heading straight for your neighbour's patio doors and another for your garden shed and you scream out in shock as it smashes clean through the window.

💥 "Fuckin' 'ell get the kids inside... QUICK!" Van cries, running down the garden at full pelt with Larry hot on his heels.

💥 All hell breaks loose as you all sprint up the garden amidst a shower of sparks and the loudest ear-splitting screeches that you've ever heard. It feels like your garden's under siege and you're fleeing a war zone.

💥 You watch on from the safety of your house as all the other fireworks Van and Larry have been stockpiling in the shed catch alight and start to explode all at once. Your poor garden shed doesn't stand a chance, flames quickly taking hold and licking up hungrily into the night.

💥 "Look what you've done!" You fume at Van who's staring down the garden slack-jawed, eyebrows singed off with a blackened face. Apologies tumble from him quickly whilst Larry stands frozen in shock.

💥 "I'm so sorry love, this wasn't supposed to happen. I'll buy ya a new shed I promise!"

💥 "The shed's replaceable but you and the kids aren't!" You admonish him, grabbing your phone to call 999. Van's offering to battle the blaze himself with your kitchen fire extinguisher but you refuse to let him go back out there.

💥 The excitement of having real-life fire-fighters at your home soon overshadows the panic and the kids are beside themselves watching them putting out the flames.

💥 "Mummy I want to be a fire-fighter when I grow up now, being a singer's boring!" Grace announces.

💥 Van and Larry get a strict telling off for their irresponsible use of fireworks in a family garden and you've never seen him so apologetic and subdued. Then one of the firefighters recognises him as he's a huge Catfish fan and the stern lecture turns into an impromptu photo-shoot with Van signing autographs for the whole squad.

💥 Grace gets a tour of the fire engine and Leo gets to sit in the driver's seat whilst he proudly wears a helmet. All of a sudden your husband's the hero of the hour despite the carnage he's caused and he's loving it.

💥 "I swear you'd fall into shit and still come up smelling of roses!" You laugh, finally seeing the funny side now you've calmed down and everyone's safe.

💥 "At least it'll be a night to remember!" Van chuckles, taking you into his arms. "And I promise I'll never do anything like that again. I love ya babe... you and the kids are my whole world."

[melodymunson]

looking for a steddie stranger things roleplay

18+ only and I roleplay in private servers on discord.

I'd love a Steddie especially an older Steddie to rp against my oc. In return I will rp any pair or ship you want. Either canon x canon character or CC x OC. Your rp request and pairing could be either monogamous or poly and and I love writing side characters!

Some of the pairs I will rp for you. I'll do practically any character though.

(Basically any stranger things character except the kids).

Steddie x OC

Hopper x oc

Hopper x Joyce

Robin Buckley x OC

Robin Buckley x Chrissy

Steve Harrington x Chrissy

Steve Harrington x Eddie

Chrissy x Eddie

Billy Hargrove x OC

Billy x Eddie

Billy x Steve

Eddie Munson x OC

Steve Harrington x OC

Robin x Vickie

Nancy x Robin

Nancy x OC

Jonathan x OC

Argyle x OC

Argyle x Jonathan

Robin x Steve platonically

Chrissy Cunningham x OC

I'm in the EST time zone. We can talk about reply length and how often to reply upon discussion. Serious inquires only.

If interested just like this or comment on this post and I'll reach out to you. Don't inquire if you aren't actually looking for the same thing.

[iam93percentstardust]

Aaaaand some more kisses

thigh kisses + “can we do that again?”

Hi fren!!

We have officially bumped the rating up to E! So warning if you're not here for smut :)

There was one other nonny who requested this as well, but! I got enough prompts for a whole second fic, so the other part of thigh kisses for nonny will be coming then <3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Tony has irregular heats. In the entire time Steve has known him, he’s only had one heat to Rhodey’s four. That one happened only about a month or so after they started dating (officially, not the kiss in Natasha’s dorm), and Tony had been very apologetic about not being ready to share it. Steve had waved off his apologies and said he understood—omegas who tend to nest, like Tony, also tend to be very private about their heats, and it’s a vulnerable time anyway—and said if Tony felt comfortable the next time his heat came around, he would be honored to share it with him.

Even so, knowing how irregular Tony’s heats are, he’d still been surprised when Tony had approached him a week ago, told him that he would be going into heat, and asked him if he’d like to share it with him. It had taken him a moment for the words to really register through the fantasies his brain conjured up at the scent of Tony’s pre-heat, but they had and then he’d bellowed, “Yes!” so loudly that his RA had checked on him to make sure he was doing okay.

He'd taken time off from practice though both the coach and Tony had insisted he at least be present at the game on Saturday, even if he’s not playing. Tony had done the grocery shopping, though Steve had brought a pack of Gatorade to satisfy his urges to provide, which is good since Tony had forgotten them.

And now he’s in Tony’s nest, staring down at his heat-slick omega writhing on his fingers. He’s never been in here before. Tony has another bedroom that they’ve spent time in, just as luxurious, and Steve has never been offended that he hasn’t been invited into his nest. It’s a beautiful nest, all silks and gossamer fabrics and expensive pillows and deep, rich colors. Steve’s artistic eye would probably spend quite a bit of time appreciating it, if it weren’t for the fact that Tony is imminently more interesting than a bit of interior decoration.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he breathes, pressing the words into the soft skin of Tony’s thigh. “Can you take another one?”

Tony tosses his head from side to side on the pillow, sobbing, “Want you.”

“You’ve got me,” Steve teases, punctuating his statement with a sharp bite to his leg. Tony gasps, thigh twitching in Steve’s grip.

“Want your knot,” Tony whines. And, yeah, Steve wants to give him that too, but he wants Tony to come for him first.

“Not yet,” he says and soothes the sting by kissing a line up to the crease of Tony’s hip. Tony arches toward his mouth, but Steve skips over that entirely and moves on to the other leg. He’s a little harsher here, nipping instead of just sucking, and when he pulls his mouth away, it’s to see a column of little bruises left on Tony’s creamy skin. The picture is so satisfying that he moves back to his other thigh and does the same thing there, creating two perfectly symmetrical rows.

“You’re supposed to be taking care of me,” Tony complains as Steve eyes his work with satisfaction. “You are a horrible, terrible alpha.”

“And you’re a demanding brat,” Steve replies, sinking his teeth into Tony’s thigh one more time. Tony sobs and comes, back arching so high off the pillows that only his shoulders and hips remain flat as his little cock jerks on his stomach.

Steve smiles smugly, pulls his fingers out, and lines himself up instead. “But,” he adds, “I suppose that I’ll take care of you now.”

He thrusts in before Tony can do more than glare at him. Tony keens, hands scrabbling at the pillows until Steve takes them in his own and pins them flat. He’s been fingering Tony for most of the last hour, and he’s desperate to come, so the pace he sets is hard and fast, shifting the two of them up the bed every time he slams back in. Tony smears kisses across his face, wherever he can reach, babbling words of love—until Steve gets his hand around his cock and then it’s all about how sensitive he is and how much a brute Steve is and he hates him, did he know that?

But Steve is determined to make Tony come one more time, so he staves off his own orgasm through sheer determination until Tony lets out a pained moan and comes again. And it’s only then that he lets himself come, lets his knot catch just behind Tony’s rim, filling his little hole because they’re both clean and Tony can’t have kids anyway, so why can’t he be as full as he likes?

Later, after he’s pulled out and rested his head on Tony’s stomach, waiting for the next wave to come on them, Tony says, “Can we do that again?”

“What, fucking?” Steve asks.

Tony swats his head. “Don’t be crude,” he says primly, which is rich, coming from him. “I mean, the thing with my legs. You sure seemed to like those, babe.”

“You have nice legs,” Steve muses, tilting his head to the side and pressing a soft kiss to the closest one.

“I do,” Tony agrees because he’s never heard of modesty a day in his life. “And no one’s ever paid attention to them.”

“Well, all you had to do was ask,” Steve replies and shifts down the nest to start lavishing attention on them all over again.

[greenbergwrites]

in fac was james going to bite steve before their relationship became sexual? or was it going to happen after? or at the same time? does james' kind bite during a wedding ceremony?

I did not have a set time for whenever James was going to bite Steve again, it was going to happen whenever it felt Right.

As far as what a Tarakrovi wedding is like, instead of explaining it, I'll give you an excerpt (from, you know, four years ago) of Part VI.

I actually had seven parts completed but I was rewriting the fourth one, I think, and I never bridged the gap between whatever was in that one with what went on either side which is what ultimately stalled the progress because depression really fucks with one's ability to construct even the simplest scenes

Anyways, this is the last 2k of the Pt VI draft:

(the only thing you really need to know is that James took Steve somewhere private to have this conversation 'cause he knew Steve would react badly)

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“Deeper into the mountains, there is a temple,” James said, waving a hand to the range behind them. “It is just one of many places of worship for the goddess Senin. I have sent a rider out with orders to bring back the High Priestess residing there. Senin...I doubt you will have heard of her in Sciath, but here, she is sacred. Our principal deity. She is the mother of Strigoi. When two become betrothed, it was once customary to seek the goddess’s approval. I don’t think the custom is quite so prevalent among the commoners anymore, but for the royalty of Tarakrov, it is practically law. Such customs also extend to the marriage ceremony itself. A priestess of Senin will always preside over it when the monarch marries.”

Steve whirled to look at his betrothed, eyes widening at the implication hanging in the air between them.

“What?” He breathed.

When James’s gaze fell away from his, it was the distinct air of remorse.

“That is what I have not yet told you,” he murmured. “We will begin travel to Odihnă in the next week and when we do so, we will travel as the newly wedded. You came here as my intended, but you will leave as my husband.”

It was so far from what he’d been expecting that Steve had no idea what to think about such a revelation. The shock to his system left him empty of any other emotion.

“I truly am sorry,” James said, when no response was forthcoming. “I was not sure how to tell you. I knew that you wouldn’t be happy at such news and you were already so quarrelsome…I thought that if I had to time to ponder it, I would come to know how best to tell you so that you wouldn’t be quite so upset. I would not even admit to myself that I was avoiding it until Natalia berated me this morning.”

Natalia? 

That was unexpected. If anyone had advocated for him, he thought it would be Helen or perhaps even Sam. He never would’ve guessed it to be the frigid Commander who still looked upon him with the utmost distrust.

“I was under the impression that we were to be wed in your capital city,” he said after a moment, “where your court and citizens could bear witness to it. That is what your ambassador told General Phillips, is it not?”

“Yes,” James replied slowly. “That was the original plan.”

“And when did it change?” Steve demanded. “When did you decide that we would marry here instead?”

James looked away from him.

“The attack on your carriage brought some things into perspective,” he said. “We cannot delay the ceremony if you are in danger. Should anything happen, it should be said that it happened to the consort of Tarakrov, not the prince of Sciath. Do you understand that?”

Steve scoffed. Of course he understood; he wasn’t a fool. Despite his betrothal, he was still the prince of a foreign land. He would not be seen as Tarakrovi until he was bound to this land in marriage. Should another attack come, it had to be said that it was an attack on Tarakrov’s crown, instead of an act of war toward Sciath. If anyone thought that James had taken Steve with malicious intent--that the attack had been planned from the start--Sciath would have no shortage of supporters when they retaliated. Even if Tarakrov won that war, it would be at too great a cost.

“From that very night?” He asked, voice rising with his anger. “Did you even plan on telling me at all or was I to be summoned to our marriage altar unaware? Did you mean to keep me in the dark until it was my turn to pledge myself to you?”

James hesitated for the briefest of moments, before he said, “There is more.”

It took several seconds to comprehend those words and when he did, Steve gave in to his body’s need to react and threw up his hands. He turned away, taking several steps to the opposite tower before turning back again.

“What more could there be?” He cried out angrily.

In truth, there was so much more. He knew that. They hadn’t even scratched the surface of all that had been kept from him since his fever had broken in Sciath. He did not think James was broaching any of those subjects, though. It must be something to do with the wedding and that--that terrified him.

“The ceremony itself,” James began, the reluctance clear in his tone and in his voice. “It is not the same as I assume it is in Sciath.”

“Of course it isn’t,” Steve spat, even as his hands began to tremble in a way that had nothing at all to do with the cold. “Nothing is! There is not one thing about this damnable place that is like my home. There is no comfort I might draw from similarities because there are no similarities!”

A world all its own, Helen had called Tarakrov, and she’d been right.

“Highness--”

“No.” He shook his head wildly, suddenly feeling at the end of his rope. “No, tell me what it is. What happens that you feel you must warn me about it?”

James closed his eyes and for a moment, his mask fell away. His eyebrows drew together, mouth pressing into a thin line as his nostrils flared with emotion. He was no longer the guarded king holding himself apart, but instead, he was a man suffering. This glimpse of the person beneath the surface only lasted a few short seconds before James opened his eyes, the mask firmly in place once more. It did not fit him quite as well as before.

“We will exchange blood,” he said softly. “I will drink from you and you...you will drink from me.”

In his mind’s eye, Steve saw Clint and Natalia wrapped intimately around each other, mouths seeking blood and skin. The image shifted until it was no longer the Commander and her lover, but himself and James in such an embrace, lips smeared red. His stomach lurched, mind rebelling instantly even as the telltale beginnings of heat tingled in his limbs.

When the image changed a second time, morphing into the memory of his parents’ bodies, a chill settled so deep into his bones that no warmth could survive its presence.

“No.”

This time, there was no force behind his voice, no false bravado. The word was little more than breath escaping his lips, but it carried with him a note of pleading that he couldn’t stop.

“I’m sorry,” James said, and he truly did sound it. “It must be done. It signifies--”

“I don’t care!” Steve shouted. “I don’t care what it signifies, I don’t want it! I don’t want it.”

He turned away from James again, ashamed to feel the burn behind his eyes that threatened tears. A touch to his shoulder had him whirling back around just as quickly. He pushed James’s hand away and then used both hands to shove him backward, but of course, he did not move. He was a wall of finely honed strength and tightly compacted muscle; Steve had no hope of moving him lest he wanted to be moved.

What happened next was a mystery. Steve remembered standing there before James, clenched fists against his betrothed’s chest, and then there was nothing but a blur as his emotions finally drowned him. Everything he’d held at bay since waking to find his world turned upside down overtook him and Steve was utterly powerless to stop it.

He came back to himself slumped on the stone floor of the walkway, the walls on either side now shielding him from the wind. His throat ached and his hands all the way down to his wrists were heated and throbbing, as though he’d hit them against something. Hot tears stung his cool cheeks. He was exhausted, physically and otherwise. He was also being held tightly, strong arms pinning his own to his sides while simultaneously keeping him pressed to a broad chest.

James said nothing at all to break the silence, but his breath was heavy against Steve’s skin. It came to him slowly, what he’d done. His clenched fists beating against James’s chest and James allowing it, to some extent. He’d been shouting something, but he couldn’t remember what words had spilled from his lips and he was afraid to ask.

He closed his eyes for the briefest moment before opening them again, letting his gaze settle on the weathered stone around him rather than the man behind him.

“Is it because you are Strigoi?” He whispered finally.

James seemed to hesitate and Steve realized that they had never actually spoken of his nature. It had been rumor and then it had been fact when he’d witnessed James drinking the blood of his guards. They’d never acknowledged it, though. It was just one more thing that he’d been kept separate from.

“In part,” James answered finally. His voice was just as soft as Steve’s had been and so gentle that fresh tears stung his cheeks. “To Strigoi, blood is...revered. It plays a central role in each tradition we have, because it is a central role in our lives. Bonding in marriage is no different. But it is more than that. Tarakrov is not just the birthplace of Strigoi. We exist because of Strigoi. They were here first. By the time others settled here, these traditions and customs were already firmly in place. Rather than trying to kill those customs, the settlers chose to honor them. Many of them became not just Strigoi custom, but Tarakrovi custom. It isn’t something that every couple does, but it is very common, even among those who are not Strigoi.”

“But it is necessary for us...because you’re the king.”

James sighed. “It is a tradition that the crown upholds, yes,” he replied. “But the need for it here and now does not come from my station. It comes from your birthplace. You are not Tarakrovi, but you will hold a position that is second in power only to me. Perhaps in Sciath, that is commonplace, but not here. Our royalty has never married an outsider before. We don’t align ourselves with others through marriage, we do not agree to arranged or political matches outside our borders. The fact that I have done so now is troubling to a great many people and the only way I can guard you against that is by having you appear as Tarakrovi as possible. You must find a way to embrace our way of life and our customs or you will find a cold reception in Odihnă.”

Steve frowned, craning his neck to look at James over his shoulder.

“But everyone has been so welcoming,” he protested. The words were no sooner out of his mouth than he was immediately cursing himself for sounding so childish.

James smiled wryly, but it held no mockery or malice.

“Everyone I have surrounded you with thus far is someone I trust implicitly,” he replied. “They are not only skilled in their positions, but I have known them to be good and fair people. I knew they would not judge you simply for your birthplace. I cannot say the same for my court. I cannot even say the same for everyone who resides in the company traveling with us, but that is why you have not been left alone. That is as much protection as I can give you throughout this. I cannot change the ceremony, not a single part of it. If I do, it will be a sign of weakness from us both.”

When no answer was immediately forthcoming, he didn’t push the issue. He did not let go, either, and Steve couldn’t bring himself to pull away, despite the fact that he’d been sitting in James’s embrace for some time now. Slowly, he looked down at his hands, laying limply in his lap. Before, he’d been overflowing with countless, overwhelming emotions. Now, he was emptied of that and the absence left him hollow. Exhausted. Whatever courage that had carried him to this point was now depleted.

“I don’t think I can do it,” he whispered finally. “My parents...you cannot ask me to embrace the customs of the very creatures that killed them. You cannot ask me to be like such monsters in any way.”

The arms around him loosened as soon as the words were out and then they were gone completely, the body at his back disappearing. Steve told himself he was glad, even as he shivered against the chill running down his spine.

“I know that when the time comes, you will do it,” James said, but his voice was no longer soft or gentle. He’d receded back into that armor of cold indifference. “You will do it, because you have not survived this long under your uncle’s thumb by being weak. You may scream, shout--rebel as much as you need. When you’ve accepted it, I will have someone waiting for you to escort you back to the library or wherever else you wish to go.”

Steve didn’t fully comprehend what he was being told until he looked over his shoulder to watch James striding away from him, gloved fists clenched at his sides. It was such a stark difference from the intimacy they’d shared only moments before, their bodies pressed tightly against one another. The confusion at the sudden turn in James’s mood was so absolute that he didn’t realize what had brought it about until several long minutes after he’d been abandoned. A knot formed in his stomach.

He’d thoughtlessly named his betrothed a monster.

[braveclementine]

Training

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I paced nervously, waiting for the wolves to show up.

"Mama, please." Jasper murmured as he took Emmett down, throwing me a glance. I knew my anxiety was probably rolling off of me in waves.

"Sorry." I muttered, burrowing into Carlisle's side instead.

I wasn't entirely sure why I was so anxious. It wasn't like the fight was tonight or anything. No, it was next week. But still, I wasn't completely comfortable with the wolves fighting.

For once, they weren't wearing fancy clothes. Carlisle was wearing a blue T-shirt and a dark rain jacket over it with blue jeans and tennis shoes, looking more like Steve Rogers than ever before. (Chris Evans/ Steve Rogers. They had the same profile, I swear on my life).

Rosalie and Esme were dressed near identically in sweatshirts and t-shirts. They even had the sweat shirt zippers pulled up the same length, their hair in ponytails. Although, Esme was wearing purple and Rosalie was wearing Navy blue.

Jasper was wearing all black. Black T-shirt, black hoodie.

Why were they all wearing hoodies? It wasn't like they could get cold.

Well, Emmett wasn't wearing a hoodie. He was wearing a simple, long-sleeved gray shirt. He crashed in the dirt from Jasper's punch, getting to his feet and bellowing, "Again!"

That was when the silver jeep showed up, Edward climbing out of one side of the car, Bella out of the other. Edward was wearing a long sleeved black shirt. Bella was wearing a hoodie as well- jean jacket and blue.

I was the only one not wearing a hoodie. I was wearing a sleeveless black leather top with black leggings that were covered with my knee high combat boots. I had also pulled my black hair back into a ponytail, the ends curled. I had a lighter in one pocket and the pocket down my leg had a stake in it. They seemed to be my good luck charms.

"Hey, Edward. Hey, Bella. Is he going to let you practice, too?" Emmett called as he made his way back over to us.

Edward groaned, "Please, Emmet, don't give her any ideas."

"What about you mama bear?" Emmett asked with a grin.

"I could most definitely take you." I smirked.

He laughed.

"When will our guests arrive?" Carlisle patiently asked Edward, but his arm tightened around me regardless.

"A minute and a half. But I'm going to have to translate. They don't trust us enough to use their human forms." Edward sighed. "Not in private."

I snorted.

Carlisle nodded, "This is hard for them. I'm grateful they're coming at all."

I huffed.

"They're coming as wolves?" Bella asked. Carlisle squeezed his arm even tighter around me.

Edward nodded and then he turned away from Bella, turning back to Carlisle and the rest of us. He stared at me, scrutinizing and then said, "Prepare yourselves- they've been holding out on us."

"What do you mean?" Alice asked, demanding. Her angelic face was scrunched up. She couldn't see werewolves and she was very mad about it.

"Shh." Edward said and I noticed that Carlisle was stepping slightly in front of me. I raised a curious eyebrow.

The fuck? I was with the werewolves all the time- didn't Emmett always complain about the smell- why in the world was he stepping in front of me?

The wolves appeared and I realized immediately that there were more than I was used to. I frowned slightly, counting.

Ten?

Sam. Jared. Paul. Jacob. Quil. Embry. Seth. Leah. Eight. One of the others must be. . .Collin. Who was the tenth?

I met Sam's eyes and gave him a slight nod.

"Fascinating." Edward mumbled.

"Welcome." Carlisle said, taking a small step forward.

"Thank you." Edward replied and I flinched, recognizing it as Sam's voice. "We will watch and listen, but no more. That is the most we can ask of our self-control."

"That is more than enough. My son Jasper has experience in this area. He will teach us how they fight, how they are to be defeated. I'm sure you can apply this to your own hunting style."

I flinched again, thinking of the wolves fighting. I absolutely hated it and yet if I wanted to make sure no one in my vampire family was killed, I knew my werewolf family had to fight too.

"They are different from you?" Edward asked in Sam's indifferent tone.

"They are all very new- only months old to this life. Children, in a way. They will have no skills or strategy, only brute strength. Tonight their numbers stand at twenty. Ten for us, ten for you- it shouldn't be difficult. The numbers may go down. The new ones fight amongst themselves."

I heard the rumble that passed through the werewolves and I knew they were rather enthusiastic.

"We are willing to take more than our share, if necessary." Edward said and Sam's tone sounded less indifferent and more excited.

I hissed under my breath, finally moving to go and lean against a tree that was out of the way of the fighting zone.

"We'll see how it plays out." Carlisle said, looking between me and the werewolves in a millisecond glance.

"Do you know when and how they'll arrive?"

"They'll come across the mountains in four days, in the late morning. As they approach, Alice will help us intercept their path."

"Thank you for the information. We will watch."

All as one, the ten wolves sunk down into sitting positions.

Jasper took over as Carlisle stepped back, moving quickly to my side. I wrapped my arms around him, watching.

"Carlisle's right. That's why they are created." Jasper said and I wondered if it was just my imagination of if his accent had become a little stronger. "A newborn army doesn't need thousands like a human army, but no human army could stand against them. Now, the two most important things, to remember are, first, never let them get your arms around you. They'll crush you instantly. And second, never go for the obvious kill. They'll be expecting that, and you. Will. Lose."

I shuddered and Carlisle wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Emmett!" Jasper commanded.

Jasper and Emmett prepared themselves across from each other, the vampires spread out so the wolves could see just as well.

"Don't hold back."

"Not in my nature." Emmett said and despite myself, I smiled slightly at their banter.

Emmett ran at Jasper while Jasper stuck his ground. I watched as they collided with each other, Emmett pushing him back while Jasper dug his feet into the dirt. Emmett threw Jasper through the air who spun in the air in a move that would've made my gymnastics coach faint with delight.

Jasper landed, not even waiting before he ran at Emmett. Emmett ran at Jasper who ducked under Emmett's arm, taking him down to the dirt with a neatly placed hit to his chest.

"Never lose focus." Jasper said to Emmett who laid dramatically in the dirt.

Carlisle moved away from me and I swallowed hard as he moved to stand across from Edward. I wanted to move closer, but Jasper came to stand next to me, putting a hand on my arm, "He'll be fine."

I let out a shuddering breath, fearful.

Carlisle gave Edward a simple nod before they charged at each other. I grabbed Jaspers' wrist, but felt calm bleed into me.

Carlisle slid like he was going into a baseball field and Edward's kick missed him. They ran at each other again, hands grabbing each others arms. My grip tightened on Jasper's wrist, but I knew it couldn't possibly hurt him. My heart was beating, my nerves on fire, and I stared in panic.

Carlisle flung Edward away and he spun, landing on his feet. Then Carlisle reached out to hit Edward, who intercepted, sending Carlisle to the ground. I jerked and Jaspers arms held me fast, "It's alright." He murmured before letting me go.

Edward go to this feet, turning towards Jasper who said, "One more thing," Carlisle slammed Edward to the ground, having gotten to his feet. "Never turn your back on your enemy."

Edward grunted when he hit the ground.

I sighed in relief as Carlisle returned to my side. I burrowed my head into his chest as Jasper went up against Rosalie next.

"I'm going to be fine." Carlisle murmured, smoothing my hair back.

I nodded, "Right. Yeah. I know. Perfectly fine." I swallowed hard.

Edward was also by my side in an instant. "Sam is worried about you."

"He is?" I questioned. We were speaking in tones that wouldn't be heard by the wolves over Alice and Jasper's new fighting.

"I'm going to have Jasper attack you at some point. Carlisle you should move away. I know you can take care of yourself so I want Sam to see that." Edward muttered and then moved away us back to Bella.

Carlisle kissed the top of my head, going to stand next to Esme, pretending to whisper in her ear. Or maybe she already knew.

I could feel my heart beating in my chest, hoping I didn't act like a fool. I wondered why Edward thought I could handle it. I think it was because I had werewolf blood in my veins. Along with my military background, Tae Kwon Do training, and Gymnastics. Combine the four and you had a super solider.

I could feel the wolf energy in my veins too. Even if I never phased- despite being around vampires- I would still be stronger than a normal human being. Edward knew this.

I saw Edward give me the slightest of nods out of the corner of my eye. I gave nothing away until Jasper was very nearly right in front of my face. I ducked and then kneed him like I had with James, everything rushing back. Jasper lightly threw me and I twisted my body, letting all my other instincts come in, grabbing one of the branches of the trees, gymnastics instinct kicking in as well, doing a giant before flying back towards Jasper, kicking him in the head, sending him flying into a tree. I leaped into the air, coming down, miming thrusting the stake into his neck, lighting in on fire.

"Good." Jasper muttered, getting up off the ground.

I smirked, helping him up. "That was fun."

Emmett was laughing. "We don't need the wolves if we have Mama Bear."

I rolled my eyes at him, making my way towards Sam. "You don't have to worry." I muttered into his ear, scratching the fur behind his ear.

"He wants to know if you're actually fighting." Edward said quietly as Rosalie and Esme went up against each other.

"Oh. No. But Edward knew you were worried about me. And we don't know if some of the newborns might break away to head for the house instead. I won't be there, of course, and they can't track me by scent. But on the off chance that one of them is attracted to my scent, I wanted to show you I can take care of myself."

Sam nudged my side softly.

"He said you should stay in La Push with Billy, Collin, and Brady." Edward replies softly.

"Is Brady a new werewolf too?" I asked quietly.

"Yes." Edward said, "They're new. That's why you haven't met them yet."

I nodded, "Makes sense."

"Mom, Carlisle is getting anxious." Edward said. "He doesn't mind you being with them when they're human but he gets worried when their wolves. Even if he's to respectful to say so."

Sam made some sort of snorting noise.

I shot a look and saw that Carlisle did look rather nervous. I laughed lightly, scratching the top of Sam's head again. "I'll come down to La Push and see you guys later."

I broke away, running towards Carlisle. He met me halfway, scooping me up in his arms, kissing the side of my neck, "I really don't want to see you fight ever again."

I giggled, pressing my lips to his. "Don't worry. You know I'm not going to fight."

Carlisle sighed, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his forehead to my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into him, my cheek pressed against his chest. We stayed like that until the fighting tutorials were over, the wolves leaving, and the others started to scatter.

I kissed his cheek. "I'll be back soon. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Yeah." Carlisle said, kissing me on the lips a couple times before he finally let me go.

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I sat, bunkered down in the SUV again, laptop open, Seattle cameras up, trying to get the drone camera to work on the recording settings. I was trying to figure out a way that the video feed would still transfer, even if the drone went down or I got caught.

Finally, the best way was to connect it to the computer and then set the computer screen to screen recording.

I had worked with the drone for a while, making sure that I knew how I could fly it and I had powered the batteries to work for a few hours. Hopefully I wouldn't run out of energy.

"Alright. . ." I muttered under my breath, sliding headphones on, setting everything up. I put the drone out of the car, closing and locking the door quickly afterwards. I started to fly, watching the camera carefully as the drone flew out into the city.

I shivered, hoping this would work.

I had asked Alice if she could draw Jane, Alec, Felix, and Demetri for me and she had complied, when I told her I needed them for a book I was writing. I had scanned them through the military grade cameras and found that they had not left the city, tracking them through the camera system.

They were going to stay and see if they killed us or not.

The thought made me sick.

I carefully guided the drone, high in the sky. I had painted it a dark gray so that it would blend in with the almost always cloud sky. The camera, which gave me quite a wide view, showed that nobody was looking up. Most of them were to busy looking at their phones.

Thank Merlin for human technology.

The Volturi were on the opposite side of the city as the newborn vampires. Probably so that they wouldn't cross scent or tracks while on their separate hunting sprees- though I vouched the Volturi were probably more subtle with their killing of people.

The Volturi- rather surprisingly- were in a hotel, staying on the third floor with a window. I very carefully guided the drone up the side of the building so that I could get an above view through the window- the drapes were not closed for some odd reason.

I noted the path on the map. The hotel was about forty or fifty minutes away from where my car was. The newborns were about thirty to forty minutes away in the opposite direction.

I found that the hotel window was open, a stroke of luck, and the drone perched on the window.

There was a lot to take in before all of their heads whipped to the drone. Felix looked the most utterly bored, sitting on the couch, his head hanging backwards, his mouth slack. Demetri was staring at the TV- which was on- with bored eyes, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. Jane and Alec were standing in the doorway.

Felix lifted his head slowly while Demetri turned his head to stare at the drone. I hesitated, letting the drone sit there a moment longer before I lifted the controls to make it fly out of the hotel window, feeling giddy.

It was unreal that they were sitting in a hotel room here.

I was going to let the drone land on a railing but suddenly, it was snatched out of the air, drawn back into the hotel room.

Jane held it in her hands, staring at it and I wondered if she thought she could cause the metal machine pain.

Regardless, I wasn't going to get the machine back and it would be better if I started home now. I sighed, putting everything in the passengers seat, keeping the headphones and recorder on, climbing up into the driver's seat and started the three hour drive back home.

"What is this?" Jane asked in her light voice, sounding curious.

"Something the humans made." Demetri said in a tone that sounded like 'duh'.

I smiled, loving Demetri's attitude.

"But what does it do?" Jane asked, sounding frustrated.

"Is there a message on it or something?" Alec asked quietly.

I watched as Jane carefully moved the drone around in her hands. "I don't see anything. It's just a gray piece of metal that flies."

"Does it have some sort of recorder on it?" Felix asked, "Maybe it was sent here as a spy."

"I've seen kids play with these things in my time here at Seattle." Demetri said in a bored voice, "They have commercials for them on TV. They're just something kids play with. You fly them and there's a camera on the bottom so that they can see what the city or whatever looks like from up high. A kid probably was just spying on people through the hotel windows. It's really not that big of a deal."

"Throw it out the window." Felix grumbled.

Huh, maybe I could get my drone back.

Oh well, if they threw it out the window it was scrap metal. Even if I was close enough with the controls to use it, it probably wouldn't register the flight mechanism pattern because of how it was plummeting against the wind.

They continued to argue for almost an hour and a half, not really dropping anything new except when Felix or Demetri tried changing the conversation to newborns or things that were happening in Italy.

"Look." Jane snapped. "These newborns will do the job one way or another and only after will we destroy them, alright Demetri?"

Then she smirked, "Don't tell me you're actually worried about a certain somebody getting killed, are you?"

Demetri scowled, "I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about."

I grinned. Foggiest? British Accent? If I wasn't so deeply in love with Carlisle I could definitely say Demetri was my favorite vampire in the world.

Besides my sons Jaz and Em bear of course. Edward got on my nerves to much, even if I did consider him a lovely son.

But where Emmett and Jasper cared about the well being of the entire family, Edward cared for Bella and Bella only. It was a good characteristic if you were Bella- not so much if you were the rest of the family.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about." Jane's red eyes turned into narrow slits. The drone had been put down and though they'd turned it 'backwards' it gave me 360 degree view so I could still see them anyways. "Davina Michaelson."

The way she said my name sent shivers up my spine.

"Oh. Her." Demetri said in an off-hand voice. "Well. Who knows. Maybe she'll live."

Alec snorted and then said, "And what? You'll take her back to Volterra with us?"

Demetri shrugged, "Maybe."

"Until she finds out that we're letting the newborns kill her family." Felix said, crossing the room.

"Oh, well, you know I don't particularly agree with Janes' thinking on this one." Demetri said with a shrug, "I'll tell her so."

Jane's lips curled back into a smile. "Yes. Well. We'll see. She still might die."

Jane and Alec turned their backs, going into the bedroom. And though I didn't look at the screen long, I saw the slightest flash of pain on Demetri's face before he smoothed it back over into a bored expression. However, I saw that Felix noticed.

I kept my hands on the steering wheel, my mind racing one hundred miles an hour. Jane definitely didn't like me, but then again, I got the impression that the only ones she liked was her brother Alec and Aro.

I knew that they were real brother and sisters, being turned when they were young when they were turned, either twelve or thirteen. I shuddered, thinking of that age. Carlisle was twenty-three. I was twenty-two.

I had used to think he was thirty-three, because that was the age that I had been told he was. And so, consequently, I continued to think he was thirty-three. But no, he was twenty-three.

Did I really want to be thirty when he was twenty-three? Maybe I should turn at twenty-five but. . .

I thought about Sam and the wolf packs reactions.

I didn't know what I wanted anymore.

Felix threw the drone as hard as he could and it spun through the air, landing in the ocean.

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"Hey." Sam greeted me as I showed up at La Push. "What's up?"

I shrugged, "Nothing much. Feel a little sick but I'm pretty sure that's just the nerves about you and the wolves and my vampire family fighting tomorrow."

"We're going to be fine." Sam said. "Collin and Brady are staying down here with Billy whose going to keep Charlie out of trouble. Seth is going to stay with Bella and Edward. The rest of us will be fine."

I nodded, swallowing as Sam pulled me into a hug, "Nothing to worry about."

I sighed, feeling the warmth radiating from him. "I swear you get bigger every time I see you."

"Just the werewolf gene." Sam said quietly.

"I was wondering," I said, pulling away to sit at the kitchen table, staring up at Sam. "Would you have preferred me as a werewolf?"

He frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I mean. . . eventually my options are vampire or death by the hands of the Volturi. Would you have preferred if I found a way to trigger my werewolf side?"

Sam was quiet, sitting across from me, leaning back in the chair, gazing at me, thinking. "No. When you're a werewolf. . . there's so many things you can't control. And. . . I'm not saying that vampires are good. But the Cullens- specifically your doctor- he's. . . he's going to make sure you don't turn into one of them. I'd much rather you stayed human. . . but if being a vampire means you'll stay alive. . . then I have to. . ."

I reached out, touching his hand. "I love you Sammy."

"I love you too Dav."

I smiled a little and then Seth came, boucning with energy, "Mom! Are you ready?"

"Where are you two going?" Sam asked in surprise.

"Oh, it's not just him." I said, smirking. "Jared, Embry, Quil, Paul, and Leah are coming too. We're going cliff diving."

Sam glared at me. "Might you wait until you're indestructible?"

"I would very much like to feel the rush and adrenaline as a human." I said with a smirk, sadness filling me, knowing that I would not actually be able to cliff dive with my wolf sons once I was a vampire. Not unless we found a place that wasn't across the treaty line.

"I'm coming." Sam said and I raised an eyebrow.

"You want to come cliff diving?" I asked skeptically.

"I like cliff diving." Sam said with a frown. "I just don't like the idea of you jumping off to high. Reminds me of when. . ."

"When Victoria kil- when she pushed me off the cliff." I said with a small smile, staring down at the kitchen floor.

"Exactly." Sam sighed. "But I know I can't stop you, another reason I'm glad you're not a werewolf. You wouldn't listen to any of my alpha commands."

"I would overtake you and become the alpha." I jested, leaving my jacket and shoes in Emily's kitchen, dressed in shorts and a tank top now. "Well, come on."

"You wish." Sam muttered behind me.

I laughed, "You're much bigger than me. And you're bigger than all the other wolves 'cept maybe Jake. I couldn't beat you in a fight."

He chuckled but said nothing and the three of us drove out to the cliffs where the others were waiting.

"Oh mom, you're going to cliff dive?" Paul snickered.

"Yeah. What's it to you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We already bet on if you're going to jump or dive." Jared said eagerly. "I really hope you pick right."

Sam gritted his teeth. "Davina, go feet first."

"Aww that's not fun." Embry complained.

I rolled my eyes. "So you guys bet that I would either do a pencil jump or a dive?"

"Yep." Embry said. "But we also said we weren't going to tell you who was betting on what. That way you can't play favorites."

I paused for a moment, thinking, and then I grinned. "Alright then."

I backed up towards the forest line and heard Jared muttered, "She's going to do a running dive."

I ran, did a roundoff, back handspring, and then jumped, doing a back tuck off the cliff edge. I snickered.

I win.

I could feel the lightness of flying through the air, unburdened by anything, flipping over and over until I landed feet first, toes pointed, into the cold water, sending shocks up my body.

I closed my eyes, allowing my body to sink to the bottom of the ocean, my toes curling into the sand.

I loved the water so much. I couldn't wait to become a vampire and be able to breathe underwater and not be afraid of sharks.

It would be amazing.

I pushed upwards off the sand just as Jared and Embry landed in the water.

"No fair." Jared said when my head broke water, gasping for air. "You didn't do either."

I grinned, "You shouldn't have told me what my options were."

Leah came next, having leapt gracefully through the air, landing in the water next to me.

We started to make our way back to the shore and I laid down on the sand, staring up at the bleary sky.

The others soon joined the four of us. Most of them were grumbling over my choice and were mad at Embry and Jared for telling me about the bet.

I laughed aloud, "You know, I probably would've done that anyways."

"Good to know for the next bet." Embry chuckled. "'Mom will do something dramatic choice'."

Seth grinned, sitting next to me. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Hey buddy, how are you feeling for tomorrow?"

"Kind've wish I could fight." Seth muttered under his breath.

"You'll be okay." I muttered, ruffling his hair. "Besides, knowing Bella's luck, we'll have another vampire fight soon after this one and you can fight in that one."

"I hope so!" Paul said excitedly, "I like this!"

I rolled my eyes. "I was joking Paul yeesh. Life would be much better if we weren't under the constant threat of vampires hunting Bella down."

We talked some more until it started to get late, the wind starting to get chillier, and Sam wanted to get me into dry clothes before I got sick.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I whispered, hugging all of my kids before coming back to Sam and hugging him tightly. "Really don't die tomorrow, okay?"

"I'll be alright." Sam said, cupping my chin. "We'll be alright?"

I nodded. I wanted to wish Jacob good luck but he'd already left with Edward and Bella to the campsite.

I headed back to the Cullens house, dressing into warm clothes, and laid down on our bed.

I snuggled under the covers, holding the pillow to my body, wishing it was Carlisle who was out hunting with his family. Mountain Lions I think. Or Bears.

I was terrified. I didn't want to fall asleep. I had no idea what was going to happen.

I threw myself out of bed, grabbing my laptop and powering it on. I did the only thing I could think of: I put on Tom MacDonald music, pulled up Wattpad, and started to write my Elizabeth Kane/ Harry Potter fanfiction. I was working on a book that took place after the Cursed Child with her husband (not naming who at the moment). It would be based around a werewolf ritual and legendary children.

You know I had to let you go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh If you love me, let me fly, this isn't goodbye But if you love me, let me go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh I think about you all the time, I'll never say goodbye Goodbye

No. I couldn't listen to this song. Not this sad song. I quickly switched to Imagine Dragons.

Seasons, they will change Life will make you grow Dreams will make you cry, cry, cry Everything is temporary Everything will slide Love will never die, die, die I know that ooh, birds fly in different directions Ooh, I hope to see you again

Fuck.

Everything is temporary Everything will slide Love will never die, die, die

I started to cry.

I hope to see you again

I changed the playlist again. Just focus on the fanfiction.

I can't sleep I'm out of my head I'm losin' my mind and no one understands A-whoa-oh-oh And I can't breathe I'm over the edge I'm dying inside I'm afraid how this might end A-whoa-oh-oh

Change playlist.

They're written down in eternity But you'll never see the price it Costs – the scars collected all their lives When everything's lost, they pick up their hearts and avenge defeat Before it all starts, they suffer through harm just to touch a dream Oh, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die

I was shaking, tears falling down my face. I saved the Wattpad story, shutting down the computer. Okay, so maybe listening to music wasn't the best decision in the world. And neither was trying to write a death scene.

Oops- wait. There's not death scene. No death scene at all. No spoilers!

The door opened quietly and cold arms enveloped me. "It's okay." Carlisle's voice sounded like velvet in my ears.

"I don't want to lose you." I sobbed, turning my face into his sweater.

"You won't. I've lived a long time Davina. I can handle a few vampires. And with the werewolves on our side, it's easy. I promise."

I let out a stuttering breath, trying to calm down. My emotions were everywhere. Maybe my period was going to start early. I was so glad my blood didn't appeal to vampires.

Besides Carlisle. . . that was going to be awkward.

It took a while for me to fall asleep, but Carlisle stayed by my side the entire time, and eventually, I was out like a light.