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chapter summary: Was it real?

the song: we can’t be friends by Ariana Grande

also for your listening pleasure: Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper, One More Night by Phil Collins, Where Do Broken Hearts Go by Whitney Houston, Who's Crying Now by Journey, I Ran (So Far Away) by A Flock of Seagulls, What About Love? by Heart, and Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon

5,839 words | please see masterlist for gen warnings / brief descriptions of scars-previous head injury, new injuries & blood / mentions of getting high, but not reader / douchery to the highest order in the form of Brendan - he ignores boundaries, doesn’t listen, and a physical fight ensues - I made it as brief and nondescript as possible, but take care of yourself and do not read if you find it could be triggering (I’ve marked the scene with Brendan between red lines, and all you’d need to know is Steve saves the day) | my blog is 18+

Somewhere near Cornwallis Street - Sunday

The screech of metal on metal continuing to alert you of his presence only makes your feet pick up their pace on the grass, pavement of the sidewalk too hot for your bare soles.

“Sweetheart, just get in the van. You’re wearing out my brakes, here.”

Eddie’s been trailing behind you for five minutes, calling out the open window to get you to look at him.

“You know,” he calls, pausing at the stop sign as you look at the empty intersection and begin to jog across hot tar, “You’re being a brat!”

“Excuse me?!”

Your foot twitches to stomp, like the thing he just called you, while fighting the urge to look at him as you continue down the neighborhood’s street.

“You heard me! Get in the fucking car. You gonna walk all the way across town without shoes on?”

“Yes!”

“Really?” He scoffs, “Okay. What happens when you get there and you’ve got no keys?”

Your feet slow, but you call out confidently, “I have a spare hidden.”

“Fucking stubborn,” he mumbles as he brakes and puts the car in park and hops out.

Eddie rounds the hood of his car, sneakers untied and black swim trunks dripping wet still, hair pulled into a low bun with curls falling out around his face. He glares at you with hands on his hips.

“Get. In. The. Car.”

“No!”

You do stomp your foot that time, and then make a break for it, a full out sprint to get around him.

It’s childish, is what it is. There’s no other way to describe the way you try to run away from him, literally, or the way he snakes his arms around you, shouting about what the hell your actual problem is. No other way to describe the way you swat at a hard chest doing absolutely nothing as tears start rolling down your cheeks again and you yell the word asshole at him.

“Me?! I’m the asshole?” Eddie’s fingers circle your wrists, stopping your useless attack. His brown eyes blink at you, “For what? For-“

“For lying to me, Eddie!” You shout it around a sob, knowing you’re leaning towards ugly snotting crying territory quickly. Your vision blurs as you keep going, “You manipulated me for Harrington. For some extra cash. For…for what?” Lips spitting words out around salty tears, “You started this whole fucking bet and-and you let him…why’d you do this? Why’d you-“

“Because hello!” Eddie shouts, letting your arms go and holding his out wide, “Breaking news to literally only you because the entire fucking planet can see it: You’re totally in love with the guy!”

“I’m no-“

“You are,” Eddie cuts you off, eyes soft but jaw hard. “And you were never gonna give him a chance without our help because, aside from him,” Eddie laughs and gestures down the road behind you, “You’re the most stubborn person on earth. You both set your sights on something and you won’t budge till you get it. And you…yours were set on hating his guts.”

Your hand swipes at your cheeks as you look away from him, refusing to admit he’s right and Eddie shakes his head, speaking softly now.

“And I don’t think you told yourself you were gonna hate Steve Harrington forever because of some moment when you were twelve. I think you decided you were gonna hate him, so there was never any chance the opposite could be true. Because if you hate him, you could never love him. And if you never love him, you can’t get hurt.”

A sob cracks your chest, head hung as tears fall and darken the pavement burning your feet. It only takes three drops for Eddie’s arms to wrap around you and five for you to wrap yours around him. He waits until his white cut off tee is plastered to his chest but no longer getting freshly damp to run a palm up and down your back and kiss the top of your head.

“Want some pie?”

Eddie makes a disgusted scoff as you swipe your nose on his shirt and then look down at your bare feet.

“Can we stop and get my shoes?”

He smiles, head nodding towards the van still idling next to you.

“Would Prince Charming show up at Cinderella’s doorstep without the glass slipper?”

Your eyes roll as Eddie walks you over to the van, helping you in as you pick up the shoes in the wheel well.

Eddie closes the door, face twisted in hesitation before he taps the open window frame and clears his throat.

“To be clear, so I don’t get accused of manipulating and lying again,” he raises his eyebrows at you and you duck your head as he softly tacks on, “I’m not Prince Charming in this scenario.” He nods at the shoes in your lap, “Before I could even think to follow you, Harrington was shoving those at my chest and telling me to.”

Your chin wobbles, lip quivering as you sniff and ward off a fresh wave of tears.

It doesn’t matter who brought them, not really. Because all that does matter is the fact that they’re here and you want to put them on and keep running.

Away from your arguably skewed view of the past. Away from this street and that house and the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands on your body, the ache in your stomach and chest that you worry won’t ever go away.

Run far, so far that Eddie’s words can’t ever catch up and make you face them head on - admit the truth behind them.

All you can think about doing is running away from Steve Harrington, because that’s all you’ve ever done, but now, now there’s a small new thread.

A thread like the one in your skirt a week ago that you wonder if you keep pulling, you’ll find where it starts.

A thread that runs parallel to the feeling of needing to run away from him. One that makes you pick and pull and wonder:

If you keep running from him, will Steve ever give up trying to catch you? And if you stopped running, what happens when he does?

What happens when the chase is over?

Hawkins, Indiana - Monday A.B. (After Bet)

You’re not proud of it, on Monday morning when you call Keith and tell him you can’t come in, lying about being sick.

The feeling in your stomach as you move a shirt, a sweatshirt, and pajama pants to your dryer later that day makes you wonder if you were really lying though.

Rain tapping against your windows and the glow of the TV screen lull you to sleep on your couch.

You don’t dream about Steve Harrington.

And when a crack of thunder jolts you awake right when he’s not about to kiss you, you decide you’ll never watch a movie with Harrison Ford in it again.

Hawkins, Indiana - Tuesday A.B.

Your hand smacks the buttons of your radio as Cyndi Lauper’s voice croons out of the speakers, ironically the dark storm clouds from last night are fading to gray this morning as you drive to work.

Fingers rub soothing circles into your temple while the warm summer breeze blows through your open windows, placating you into calm energy until the radio lands on it’s next station.

“But if you change your mind, you know that I’ll be here. And maybe we both can learn…”

As you roll to a stop at a red light, you blink at your radio with a clenched jaw as Phil laments about getting one more night. Thankfully, the song is almost over, so when the light turns green, your shoulders roll back as your wheels go forward again.

But it seems the universe is out to get you, and soon Whitney’s voice is prying your already cracked chest open, voice filling every vulnerable nook and cranny it can find in your body.

“Nope!” You tell your radio, the universe, while your hands frantically grab for a mix out of your cupholder and shove it into the dash as you make the last turn onto Family Video’s street.

And if the Journey song isn’t enough to make you fall, as you turn into the parking lot, the sight of Steve is.

He looks up at the sound of your music and you quickly slam it off, able to feel the tiny people going to work inside your chest, shouting orders about reinforcements around your heart with the wall back standing.

Steve’s car is backed into a space, and he sits on the hood of it. He holds a to go coffee cup and a brown paper bag that he grips tighter as you get out of your car and walk past without looking at him.

“Honey-“

“Don’t.”

He says your name, feet scrambling behind you until you slow to a stop.

“That was a shitty way for me to tell you, I didn’t mean to make it sound like we were all…conspiring against-“

“But you were,” you interrupt, spinning to face him in a grave mistake. The leader inside of you shouting about more! You need more glue, more bricks, more! He’s too powerful! The walls are breaking again!

Steve’s hair is a mess, wild brown waves with zero product in it. Circles under pleading amber eyes and you’re fairly certain the shirt he’s wearing isn’t washed if the wrinkles and mustard stain are any indication.

It makes you feel guilty, but then you remember that you’re not sure what was real for him this last week. Not sure if any of it was, or if you were just the thing he had his sights set on winning - the thing he couldn’t have till he could.

He shakes his head but you hold up your hand, “Let’s just forget anything happened, okay?”

“Wh-what?” Steve blinks profusely and you look anywhere but his eyes, and freckles, and neck, and-

“I just want to…forget it. Let’s just be coworkers who share friends again, okay?”

“We…you don’t even want to be friends?” His voice cracks and you blink your own eyes too many times, feeling a sting behind them.

“I…I can’t be your friend Ste-“ your voice wobbles and you correct, “Harrington.”

Your fingers fiddle with the strap of your bag and his crinkle the brown bag in his hand and you both stand there, staring at the sidewalk for what feels like forever.

“I s’pose you don’t want these then,” he offers the items up limply, before he walks over to the trash and tosses them. He clears his throat and calls over his shoulder, “Have a good shift, co-worker.”

His fingers slide on the bridge of his nose as he gets into his car, but it’s no use. You don’t see him crying because you’re walking into the store, and he doesn’t see you crying, because his vision is too blurry to see much of anything.

The truth of the matter is, you can’t be friends with Steve.

Because you’d rather be so much more than friends.

But if you’re more than friends with Steve Harrington, it was only a matter of time before something, someone, new came along. A new challenge and thing to chase after.

You’re swiping at your eyes still as you get into the back room, greeted by an apologetic looking Robin and Keith slurping on yogurt.

“Good thing you called in yesterday,” he speaks around the pink snack in his mouth, “You look like hell.”

“Thanks,” you snap sarcastically, dropping your bag on the table which wobbles when you do.

“Huh,” Keith gets up, holding the spoon in his mouth as he walks over and shakes the table. He pops it out and holds the spoon at it accusingly, “Who broke the table?”

Your body heats up remembering Steve laying on top of you on it, the way he felt between your legs, the way he-

“I did!” Robin scrambles up from her chair, waving her hand over it and talking too fast, “I’ll pay for it! I’ll work extra shifts! I’ll-“

“She didn’t break it.” You look at Robin who you’re worried may offer to sell her own soul if she thinks you’re mad at her. You’re not, though you do wonder how she knows about the table. “I did.

Keith kicks it and mumbles a ‘whatever’, tossing the yogurt cup into the trash can and licking his fingers free from the creamy substance as he talks, “How was Harrington?”

“Wh-what?”

“Harrington?” Keith raises his eyebrows, hooking his thumb at Robin, “I can’t trust a thing she says, the traitor’s best friends with him.”

“He…” Robin looks at you with a pout, pleading blue eyes and you sigh, “He was actually really good. Did extra work. Did the whole shipment by himself…he was…he was great.”

Keith nods, eyes narrowed at you and then shrugs. “Whatever, he’s the new full time guy then. Spread the good news Buckley.”

Robin’s eyes squeeze shut in a wince as you shout, “What?!”

Keith is already walking out into the front of store and you trail behind him as he explains, “We needed a replacement for Tracy. This week was a trial run for Harrington. Thought he told you?”

“He…” you trail off, remembering your first shift with him last week, “He said it was while you looked for the replacement.”

Keith starts stacking tapes and Robin starts bringing them to shelves as he rolls his eyes at you. “Yeah, but why would I go through the trouble of posting the job, interviewing, and training a new person when one of my employees wants it?”

“But-but, I’ll do it! I’ll interview and train! You don’t have to do a thing! I’ll-“

“What’s the issue, I thought you said he was great? Give me a reason and I won’t give him the position.”

Keith blinks at you, bored, and Robin holds her breath next to you.

This means Steve and you working together most days.

This means watching him flirt and date and parade around Hawkins with every girl other than you for the foreseeable future.

This means you’ll never outrun Steve Harrington.

Robin raises her eyebrows at you and clears her throat as Keith snaps his fingers in your face, which you plaster a smile on to.

“Give Harrington the job, what do I care?”

You spend the rest of your shift silent, listening to Keith explain to you how he wants the big fourth of July display to go and reminding Robin to tell Steve he can be in charge of the park, like he asked, whatever that means.

You stopped listening the minute his name was mentioned and focused on finding every movie with fireworks in it.

Hawkins, Indiana - Wednesday A.B.

You’re balancing on the window’s ledge, one hand holding the display of Patrick Swayze up and the other reaches for the tape that’s just out of reach on the shelf.

The tips of your fingers brush it as you stretch another centimeter and a huff falls past your lips when you can’t get it. You rise up onto your toes, craning just a little bit further when you start to lose your footing.

Large hands catch your waist from behind, holding you up. In the process of steadying you, your shirt rose, and Steve’s fingers now rest against your bare skin.

His hand lingers on your lower back as he reaches for the tape and hands it to you, both returning to your waist as you tape Johnny & Baby to the window.

“Thanks,” you clear your throat, realizing it’s the first word that’s been spoken in several hours.

Steve just hums from behind you before he lets his hands fall, the sound of his feet dragging on carpet only just louder than your heartbeat.

It isn’t fair, to know how his lips feel against yours.

It isn’t fair, to know how he looks without his shirt off.

It isn’t fair, to know how good it feels to come around his fin-

The chime of the door pulls you from your self-sabotaging thoughts, the scent of peaches almost immediately overpowering.

Blonde ringlets bounce as long legs approach the counter where he leans over a clipboard.

“Hi there,” her voice so sugary sweet it makes your stomach ache.

“Hi, welcome to…H-hi,” he stands, clearing his throat.

She pouts and leans across the counter, fingers traveling up his arms and making yours erupt in flames.

“You never called me, Steve.”

“Oh,” Steve rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah, I’m so sorry. Something came up.”

Something came up.

Your scoff is loud, loud enough to have both of their heads turning, so you face the window again, putting pieces of tape aimlessly on the back of the posters.

“That’s okay,” Brit assures, syrupy and sighing, “But how are you gonna make it up to me?”

“Oh, well, I…”

“Hey, Steve?” You call, looking over your shoulder.

He blinks at you, Brit’s fingers on his forearm now and swirling circles into it. “Ye-yeah?”

“I’m out of tape,” you respond sharply.

“And?” His brows furrow at you.

“Can you get me some more, or are you too busy not doing your job?”

His eyes narrow under furrowed brows but then he turns to Brit, voice low and daring to sound smooth now, “Sorry, babe, I gotta get back to work, but I promise I’ll call this time?”

Brit smiles, gives a nod and a little wave with her fingers and then the scent of peaches is replaced with cedar and mint.

You smack another piece of tape haphazardly to the window.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” His voice comes from right behind you, and you don’t dare turn around and face him.

“You have that tape?”

“Yeah,” Steve scoffs, handing a roll over your shoulder, his breath hot against the back of your neck, “Looks like you missed a spot.”

“Thanks,” voice biting as your fingers yank the tape from his.

He snorts, hand pressing to the glass next to your waist, “I seriously cannot believe you have the audacity to be jealous.”

Your knees wobble as you spin and he steadies you again, hands on your hips and just low enough for you to look down at where your bodies press together as you swallow. Steve raises his eyebrows at you, expectantly, waiting.

“What? You want a reward for using audacity correctly in a sentence?”

Steve’s jaw pulses, his forehead furrows again, but then you tack on, “And I’m not jealous.”

His fingers squeeze involuntarily and he shakes his head slowly.

“There you go again, what’d I say about that, huh?”

Chests heave with each of your intense breaths, his tongue wets his lip as you swallow and push against the glass behind you.

“I have no reason to be jealous,” you respond quietly as Steve’s fingers brush back and forth under the hem of your shirt. “I hate you.”

Steve’s eyes shift in color, darker, like the forest is being covered with storm clouds as he shakes his head no again, “Quit,” he takes a deep breath, exhaling the word as he tilts his chin, “Lying.”

The chime above the door rings and Robin’s honey tinted waves are bouncing under it as she looks around. Steve takes a step back from you, pink cheeked and swallowing, hands shaking a little as you quickly climb down.

Your eyes avoid his as you grab your bag and wave to Robin, mumbling something about seeing her tomorrow.

You’re not even surprised at the lyrics that fill your car when you start it.

“I ran. I ran so far away. I just ran, I ran all night and day…

I couldn’t get away.”

Hawkins, Indiana - Thursday A.B.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Thunder booms overhead when you ask, like it’s protesting this conversation.

Robin sits on top of the counter across from where you lean, tossing skittles in the air and catching them.

Or well, trying to catch them.

A yellow one evades her and joins a green and blue one on the floor as she says, “Shoot.”

Your fingers fiddle with the button on your vest that says ‘May The Force Be With You’ as Robin foregos throwing and starts to dump the bag directly into her mouth.

“How…” your arms cross as you sigh and squint out the window at the gloomy evening, “How’d you become friends?”

“Wha?” She asks around rainbow goo, blue eyes blinking rapidly as your nose wrinkles at the sight.

She swallows quickly and waves her hands for you to elaborate, “What?”

“How’d you become friends…” you swallow down the butterflies that ache to come out just from saying his name, “With Steve?”

“Oh,” she says, softly.

“We just,” you’re back to fiddling with buttons, with the keys of the computer, “We never really talked about it, y’know? Like you hated his guts just like me and then all of a sudden you were tricking us into movies together. And getting him this job. Helping him with…”

The unspoken activities of last week hang in the air and she smiles tightly.

“Right, um, well,” she scratches at the back of her neck, legs swinging as she blows out a breath. “We worked together, at Scoops, remember?”

You nod as she continues to ramble, talking with her hands and skittles spilling on the floor as she does, “And well, aside from making me laugh all summer and actually being not so terrible at conversation and listening like I’d pegged him for, there was this one night, where we got a little high and he…we were playing truth or dare.”

She trails off and looks at you, pink cheeks and biting her lip and you stand up straighter.

“You what? You didn’t…”

“No!” Robin shudders, she waves her hands, “Absolutely not! He…” She groans and looks out the door and hops down, pacing as she mumbles, “Gonna freaking kill me.”

“What?”

“Uggh! I asked him if he’d ever been in love.”

Your heart beats erratically, like it’s trying to keep up with the constant pelt of rain against the pavement, like each thump is trying to break you from the inside out.

“And? His answer made you become best friends for life?”

Robin shrugs, “Sort of, yeah.” She smiles, avoiding your eyes as she fiddles with the skittles wrapper. “This guy who seemed so high and mighty, so douchey, so…well, you know how he is,” she waves a hand with a laugh, “After a Summer of proving all of that wrong, making me eat my judging ways, this dingus goes and tells me that he isn’t sure what it’s supposed to feel like, but he’s pretty sure he felt it holding this girl’s hand on a ferris wheel when he was twelve.”

Robin tosses the wrapper in the trash with a sigh, “And I don’t know. I folded. Now, whenever he says something dumb, whenever he’s an idiot, all I see is a guy laying on my floor telling me that. All I see when I look at him is this front covering up for a kid who thinks love is holding a girl’s hand. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with a guy like that?”

“Did,” you start quietly, almost so quiet you’re not sure you’re even saying anything. The words muffled by rain and thunder and your heartbeat,

“Did he tell you to tell me that?”

“What?” She asks, wrinkles deepening under parted bangs. “No, absolutely not. He told me if I ever told anyone that my ass was grass.” She snorts and rolls her eyes.

Robin never knew how you met Steve. She never knew why you hated him, you just bonded over the fact that you did.

She frowns at you, “Why do you as…oh shit.”

You’re certain she’s connected the dots you already have but then she’s looking over your shoulder and your mouth is parting at the sight of who’s running with his jacket over his head towards the store.

He shakes out hair as the door chimes, swiping at his eyes as he starts up and down the aisles, searching and your hands start to shake.

“Go in the back room, I can manage till he’s gone,” she says softly behind you, nudging you towards the back of the store and away from the man dressed in a nice suit squinting at new releases.

Your head nods as you quickly and as quietly as possible make a break for it.

But then you trip on the Predator cut out and his voice sounds just like it did all those years ago.

“Well, what do we have here?”

“Hi,” you scramble to your feet, floundering with the cut out pieces as you mumble his name, “Brendan.”

He tilts his head at you and has the nerve to smile at you, “Thought that was you! You look…”

Your body warms under his appraisal, his hold nothing back rake of his eyes over you from head to toe and back up. Only hotter when he says, “Different.”

“You…” your mouth is dry, suddenly able to recall all the things you’d planned to say to him if you ever saw him again. A plan to rub all of your success in his face, hopes of having another beer to toss.

Brendan squints at you, then around the store. He scoffs, “So…this is what you’re doing, huh?”

You’re faintly aware of the door chiming as you take a step away from him, back pressed to the shelves as he takes a step towards you, arm caging you in. “What’s a girl like you, still working in a place like this, babe?”

Why can this guy do this to you? How does he make you feel so small?

“Don’t…don’t call me that.”

Your head shakes, but that seems to be about the only thing your body remembers how to do.

Brendan pouts his lips, mistaking your breathless panic as being smitten, as being nervous around him for a totally different reason. “You used to like it.”

He touches your waist and in your peripheral you see Robin take a step towards the phone as he speaks lowly, “You know, I never thanked you.

After you threw that beer at me and he kicked my ass, I actually took it seriously. Passed Biology, graduated. I work at a law firm now.”

His hand runs up your waist, squeezing just below your ribs as he leans in, “I feel like I should take you out, to say thank you, babe.”

Your mouth parts, but someone else beats you to it.

“Pretty sure she made it clear not to call her that.”

Brendan backs away from you, if only slightly, to look at Steve standing at the end of the aisle.

“Seriously? Go ring up my rental,” Brendan snorts, tossing the tape at him harshly before he turns back to you. “Where were we, babe?”

Steve’s reflexes let him catch it, while he glares and grits through clenched teeth, “Call her that one more time, see what happens.”

“I’m not a drunk high schooler anymore Harrington, don’t think I have anything to worry about. Right bab-“

Steve’s fist connects with Brendan’s jaw, sending him staggering away from you. Steve’s eyes are on you, frantic as he breathes heavily and pants out, “Are you oka-shit!”

Brendan barrels into Steve, knocking him down to the ground, fists connecting with his stomach and the side of his head.

You shout out both of their names, shoving at Brendan to get off of Steve who coughs after the hits stop coming.

Brendan staggers to a stand, swiping at a bloody nose and spitting at Steve. You stand and shove at his chest, “Get out! Before we call the cops on you, you arrogant, pathetic-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Brendan waves you off, “Fucking deserve each other.”

The door swings shut behind him, and you stare ahead, breathing heavily, sure it’s the rain running down the glass making your vision blur.

“Steve?” Robin’s on the ground next to his head.

He moans, but motions for her to help him up as you turn back around, so she swats at his chest, “Why’d you do that! What is wrong with you? He could have killed you, you idiot!”

“Christ Robin,” he grumbles, “I’m fine, just-hey.”

Steve’s over to you in two steps, bloodied and bruised hands cupping your cheeks and swiping at them.

Even through blurred vision, you can see the bright reds and darkening purple on his forehead, your fingers brush the scrape that’s just above the two freckles on his cheek.

“Thanks,” you hiccup out of a sob trying to break.

“Of course,” he murmurs, thumbs still brushing over your cheeks gently, “What are…” he swallows, “What are friends for?”

The sob cracks just as the thunder does and Steve shakes his head, eyes big and worried, “Hey, hey, come on, that asshole is not worth these and I’m not either and-“

“St-Steve,” you sniffle, interrupting him. Trying to reign in all the extremely big feelings that have been held back for a long time, “Will you drive me home?”

He looks surprised but quickly nods, “Yeah, yeah of course honey.”

“Steve, I really don’t think you should be dri-“

Robin’s hesitation cut off from the look he gives her and answered only with her eye roll.

Your hands shake in your lap, fingers playing with the seams of your jeans as Steve drives silently. The radio plays softly, lost in the rain pelting the windshield and the swoosh of the wipers getting it off. It’s only when you make it to your street that you finally are brave enough to talk again.

“How,” you clear your throat, sniffling away any residual tears, “How are you doing? With the storm I mean?”

“Oh,” Steve nods, frowning at the road, “Yeah, good.”

“Was that…was it real?” Gaze falling to your lap as you dare to ask.

“What?” He stops at an intersection, looking over at you, ducking his head to catch your gaze. “What do you mean? The storms? There’s no way, you gave them too much credit. Those kids are smart, but they’re not that smart.”

“No, I mean…are you even afraid of storms? Or was that just another part of the plan? Was it real?”

Steve blinks at you until a horn honks behind him and he nods as he pulls away, “Yeah, yeah it was real.”

You nod and he looks at your profile as you stare out the windshield, tear stained cheeks and bottom lip bitten raw, your hands won’t stop fiddling with things. When he pulls into the parking lot of the complex, he faces you.

“Is that why you won’t talk to me? You won’t even be my friend? Because you think it wasn’t real?”

Your shoulders rise in a shrug, heart beating harder than it ever has as Steve shakes his head. He reaches for you, but hesitates, murmuring a plead.

“Please look at me honey?”

Your exhale is shaky, eyes watery again as you do what he’s asked. Heart’s What About Love starts playing. You close your eyes, shaking your head with a laugh as you swipe at your cheeks.

When you open them again, Steve is watching you carefully, and he speaks so softly, so sincerely, like he wants you to have to lean in to hear what he has to say.

“Everything was real. Eddie let me take you to the diner and Robin put on Peter Gabriel, but that’s it. I swear, honey. How you reacted to those things, what I said, what you said, all of it, was real. And I thought, at my house, I thought it was clear how much I want you.”

Tears rapidly fall down your cheeks as you nod, “Okay, but, what happens if you only want me because you can’t have me?”

“What?” Steve looks at you, frowning, eyes glassy.

Your hands swipe at your eyes as you shrug again. “What happens when you get what you were chasing, but another, more challenging want, comes along?”

He swallows, looks up at you with his own watery eyes, “You really think that’s all I want? Do you hate me that much?”

Images of your hand in his on a ferris wheel stir in your mind, of what could have happened after you threw that beer in Brendan’s face, images of a kiss and another kiss and another until you’re crying again.

As you lean over the console, you whisper against his skin before pressing a kiss to the two freckles on his cheek.

“Never hated you.”

You’re quick to climb out of his car, and run through the rain up your stairs and slam the door on the storm. Your back falls against it as you suck in a breath and cry, the lamp and radio flicking on as you do.

Heart’s song that was just playing in his car stops, and a familiar tune starts playing. It’s melody making you think of Steve between shelves, whistling. Making you think of a pool table in a basement on Cornwallis Street.

Your hand swipes at your cheeks as you try to get your breathing under control.

What if Steve Harrington has been chasing you all these years, but it’s never been about the chase, he just didn’t know you kept changing the rules and finish line on him? What if all he’s ever wanted was to run the race alongside you?

Robin’s voice accompanies REO Speedwagon’s, making you spin towards the door.

Who wouldn’t want to be friends with a guy like that?

As you fling the door open, wondering if you can catch him, Steve’s fist raises to pound on it.

He stands on the stoop, rain pouring down, making his hair stick to his forehead and his eyes squint.

“Give me one more chance,” he breathes heavily, his car lights and wipers still going from the space below.

The music from inside your apartment plays loudly as he takes a step towards you and keeps pleading.

“I’ll literally get on my knees right now, honey. I am begging you, to give me one chance. One date. No help from Eddie or Robin. Nobody. Just me, and you. Let me prove it’s real. Let me prove it to you?”

It’s the moment right before a storm starts, when it’s like the earth is taking a deep breath of, soaking up the silence before it won’t get a chance of clam again for who knows how long.

He blinks at you through rain droplets clinging to his eyelashes, squinting under a bruised forehead and pouting through kissable lips. Your voice wobbles even after you shove the butterflies back down, giving them no chance to escape, not yet.

“Ask me nicely.”

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oncasette · 1 year

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𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂 + 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 single dad phil wenneck & nanny reader

summer shifts

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“god, baby, do you… not know how hot you are?” he asks, leaving the word baby to rumble around at the back of your skull as he continues. “you make me feel fucking crazy. every day.”

or the one where phil gives into his needs. specifically the ones that involve his kids' nanny.

warnings: suggestive content (no real smut), implied age gap, power dynamic

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“thanks again, you’re a lifesaver.”

he says it as he shuts his daughter’s door. it’d been a fight to put her down, for the both of you, leaving a thin sheen of sweat coating your upper lip and a tiny, foot-shaped bruise in your hip.

“it’s my job,” you say, brushing him off and wiping a hand across your face to get rid of at least a little bit of the sweat. you still smell like the chlorine of the rec pool you’d taken ella and her older brother to earlier that day.

“no, it’s more than that,” he says. “honest. You help out so much, i don’t think i’d be able to handle them at all by myself. especially ells.”

“she’s a special one,” you hum and the bruise burns a bit hotter as you begin your descent down the stairs. phil follows behind you, hand lingering centimeters behind yours on the wooden railing.

You stumble when you reach the bottom stair, breath caught in the back of your throat as phil’s hands find your waist to prevent him from toppling you over further. You’d think after all the years you’d worked for him, after all the time you’d spent in his house, that you’d get used to him. To the way his voice sounded, the way his hands felt as they innocently brushed past your hands. Or, accidentally, your hips.

“careful,” he says, though you could swear he nearly purrs it. his voice had dropped from the soft tone he’d held outside his daughter’s room. it was fuller now, raspier. and somehow, without you noticing it, he’d stepped down that final step and had pressed the weight of himself into your back.

“sorry,” you squeak out.

“no need to be sorry, sweetheart,” he says. he’s so warm you can feel heat emanating off of him in waves.

“sorry, i-”

“hey, what’d i say about the sorry thing, huh,” he says and he presses himself so far into you you have to take a shuffle step forward to keep yourself from completely faceplanting.

“mr. wenneck-”

he cuts you off with a soft shhh, “call me phil, yeah? you’ve known me long enough.”

“phil,” you say. he hums in approval, nodding against the side of your head as his forehead lands against your shoulder. you’re nearly shivering in his hold, the outline of his half-hard cock poking into the small of your back.

“god, you drive me up the fucking wall.” he balls up the fabric of your sundress in one his hands. “always in these little dresses or…”

he shudders as he presses further into you. a chill runs up your spine as his chest rumbles with a groan.

“i’m just the nanny,” you nearly whimper as his hold on you tightens.

“god, baby, do you… not know how hot you are?” he asks, leaving the word baby to rumble around at the back of your skull as he continues. “you make me feel fucking crazy. every day.”

You feel his knees knocking into the backs of your legs, surging you forward the couple feet it takes to reach his bedroom–the one room in the house you hadn’t yet been afforded the luxury of being in. your brain is beyond fuzzy, within the span of a couple minutes you’d gone from getting ready to gather the rest of your belongings to leave for the day to panting in the door frame of your boss’ bedroom, with his king sized bed and his unmade sheets and his lips moving dangerously close to the shell of your ear.

“phil.” “let me show you what you do to me, hm?”

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cuttergauthier · 10 months

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New Leaf | Three

Au Summary: In which a hockey sister falls for her enemy who also happens to be her brother's new teammate. Yn Matthews and Matthew Knies never got along, what happens when Matthew becomes a Maple Leaf.

Matthew Knies x Matthews au

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN

Social Media | Real Life

National Hockey League | Toronto Maple Leaf

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Warning: This Story will contain Mature Language, Alcohol consumption, Against, fluff, Time jumps

Ynmatthews

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Ynmatthews Reunited with the Knies Family🤍

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Knies67 Love you kid!!!🤍

→Ynmatthews Love you Phil🤍

Gracie.doan is the world ending?!?!

Gracie.doan MATTY WAS TAGGED!!!!

→Ynmatthews His debut is Tomorrow, i thought i’d be nice!

→Joshdoan91 Never thought i’d see the day!

AustonMatthews Still can’t believe i didn’t know!

MitchMarner WHAT, YOU KNOW KNIES AND DIDN’T TELL ME?!?!

→Ynmatthews Sorry mitchy🫶🏼

MamaKnies I love you sweetheart🤍

→Ynmatthews Love you mama Knies🤍

WillNylander You have a lot of explaining to do!!!

Stephlachance I love you & this🤍

→Ynmatthews Love you🤍

Emamatthews Yay, so happy to see all of you together🤍

→Ynmatthews Love you mama🤍

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MatthewKnies Happy to have the family in Toronto, oh and Yn’s here to.

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Knies67 Proud of you bro🤍

Ynmatthews you couldn’t have picked a better picture?

→Matthewknies nope!

Joshdoan91 Seriously what is happening, they aren’t fighting?

→knies67 i’m just as surprised as you!

YnMatthews Can’t wait for tomorrow night!!

→Matthewknies Same here!!

→Knies67 What is happening tomorrow night?

→AustonMatthews You guys better be talking about the game!

Mitchmarner I still can’t believe neither of you told me you know each other!

→Matthewknies sorry man!

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Hello hello!

I'm here to make my first official request during my time on tumblr!

All i can think about is going to Disneyland with wilbur (heavily inspired by the Tom Simon's channel 🫢) and the rest of them and being apart of that video.

Like buying wilbur ears and having Tommy gagging at all the couple antics going on and Phil cheering wil on. Wilbur surprising you with a Disneyland sweatshirt and promoting Disney instead of Tommy's merch that was coming out of the time.

I hope all is well for you and I love your latest

Pure Love And Disney Sweaters

In which- a certain "child" wants attention, but you have the most important eyes

A/n: I'm going to try my best fucking hardest to make your first request a really good one. I haven't watched in ages so I'm going to try my hardest to rewatch it. I'm tired pls don't bully me

Chapter info: Swearing, kissing, Tommy wanting attention, Wilbur making silly little jokes at you, fear of rollercoasters, Phil being a darling, Kristin also being a darling, Tommy being a shithead, mention of passing out, mention of panic attacks, mention of throwing up. It's funny because I actually didn't rewatch the vid, and this is all over the place (i'm sad that I didn't include the quirked up white boy thing or the stubble)

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

You got so excited when Tommy told you that he was going to Disneyland for a new vlog. You were ecstatic at the idea as you'd never been to Disneyland before, jumping around in your seat. Wilbur heard your little cheers from the room over, and when he peered in, you were spinning your chair around. You yelped when you saw him in the doorway, a fond smile spread across his face.

The very first thing you did upon finding out was ramble to Wilbur about how excited you are, followed by packing. Tom said he got tickets for everyone's flights (you doubt it) and created a groupchat with everyone who was going, made up of Phil, Kristin, Tommy, Wilbur and you.

'Fair group' you thought. But oh my you were wrong.

The entire flight, Tommy was playing his DS, but as soon as Wilbur pulled out his 'You can rest your head on my shoulder move', Tommy was at it with the teasing.

"Oh Wilbur, how could you ignore me?" "How come Y/n gets to rest their head on your shoulder and I don't?" followed by him throwing his head on Wil's shoulder.

And it didn't stop until you finally reached the hotel. The constant teasing and poking fun dying down once you were both laying down on the bed, nuzzled against each other, and tired after a long day full of Tommy.

"Sweetheart?" Wilbur spoke into the silence of the room, snapping you from your anticipation for the day to come.

"Yes?" You rested your head in the crook of his shoulder and neck.

He paused for a moment, contemplating his next words, whispering "I love you" cheekily before turning away from you and curling into a ball.

You reefed on his pajama shirt, getting him to roll back over to cuddle you, the cold of the room finally finding its way under the sheets without your boyfriends arms around you. Complying, you were once again peaceful with the weight of his arms resting on your sides.

And soon enough, you were awake nice and early (against your will, blame Tommy), brushing your hand through Wilbur's curls, and getting ready for the day. An hour passed and you ran down the stairs to the lobby, stuffing up your sweater, and finding a seat next to Kristin.

"How come males always take forever to get ready when their is something important going on?" you whispered to Kristin, before leaning back and smiling cheekily.

"I think it should be the other way around, dear," She replied and laughed quietly.

All of a sudden, you let out a squeal as a warm pair of arms engulf you, followed by a forced weight and a yelp from a familiar boy.

"Ow, Tommy!" You exclaimed, the boy throwing himself down next to Phil.

Arriving at Disneyland, Tommy immediately wanted to go on "Space Mountain", and begged and begged Wilbur to take him over there, him declining each time

And then he got ganged up on by a bunch of presumably eight year olds who could pull the sword out of the stone, bullying Tommy for not being able to pull it out. You had to drag him away from it, all the while Wil was spouting false history facts about the building the group was approaching.

Later, you and Wilbur sat on a bench outside a ride while Phil and Tommy went on a rollercoaster together, and Kristin was getting food for everyone, even though you had offered to go with her. You were talking about how you had never been to Disneyland and how this entire experience was made all the better just by him being by your side. You weren't aware, but he was staring at your face and the excitement plastered over it, admiring you until you turned to him.

"I love you" you whispered, in which you broke him out of his trance.

"I love you too, forever and always, my love," he spoke sincerely, and you saw the genuine emotions behind his eyes.

Que the gag from Tommy and the exchanged smiles between Phil as Wilbur leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

"Oh fuck off Tommy, you attention-seeking ass" your boyfriend teased, and pulled a small giggle from your lips.

"IT'S YOUR TURN ON THE ROLLERCOASTER, LOVEBIRDS!" Tommy yelled, and your eyes widened in fear. You hated rollercoasters.

A hand was placed upon your shoulder, and you were led into the ride with Wilbur, waiting nervously in line. You weren't ready for the roller coaster, not at all.

"Wilbur, please. I really don't want to do this. I'm terrified of rollercoasters," You begged, desperately wanting to avoid this, scared you'll pass out, have a panic attack or throw up.

"Okay, you head back out to Kristen and I'll get Tommy to come with me for forcing you on here," He laughed, and you quickly walked back out to Kristen and Phil. Thankfully, it was the last ride they were going on for the day, so you three walked back out the front and ordered an uber for when Wilbur and Tommy get back.

But little did you know, Wilbur had bought you a Disney sweater, and surprised you with it when you got back to the hotel. And he was met with a big, warm hug from you and kisses peppered across his face.

And the best part of the day for him? Watching you smile in your sleep, engulfed in the blue fabric of the sweater, accompanied by your sweet noises in your sleep.

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thetravelingtyper · 2 years

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Spitfire: GN! Tall Reader x Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

You always thought Graves had a punchable face...

Roughly inspired by the song Galway Girl for some reason.

Warnings: General violence, mention of blood, Graves being a slightly misogynistic dick, possible OOC of characters, first short fic so please bare with me.

Part 2, Masterlist

The sun beat down harshly on the base, and even in the mid-morning in Mexico, heat radiated off the concrete. Across the base, soldiers moved around quickly, mechanics tucked under trucks and jeeps, both at work and seemingly vying for shade. Amongst them, the black gear of the Shadows darkened the day.

Sargent John ‘Soap’ MacTavish wandered in his free time. The tropical sun glinted off his sweat and he fussed with the buds of his radio tucked in his ears. He had already checked weapons, his rifle was cleaned thoroughly three times from lack of tasks. Members of the Vaqueros sent him nods as he passed. Soap had proved himself as a good drinking buddy the past nights and many of the soldiers would pause what they were doing to throw some Spanish to grow his expanding vocabulary.

However, it was curiosity that sent him out this time. As he had been finishing up in the barracks a woman had appeared at the doorway. She called something in Spanish then dropped it quickly in English seeing Shadows and the Sargent.

“Come quickly the Americans are going to be fighting!”

This sent Soap up quickly, he had reassembled his gun and stashed it. Considering the same expressions of confusion, then recognition on the faces of those around him, this could mean one thing. You.

Fellow sergeant and a damn good friend, you made a good fit in the 141. With six feet of sarcasm and attitude, you took no shit and had a visible dislike for a certain Commander. It started when you met the man face to face. His skill had impressed you, the clear respect for him held by his men ascertained that. His composer while dealing with Hassan kept that appearance. As an American yourself Soap and your Lieutenant had been concerned, but you had stayed in the shadows, watching.

“Let me finish this.” Your fingers twitched at the trigger but you held steady. Eventually, you had let the man go, relying on a lead, which he delivered with Sin Nombre. You stood over the valley, Soap passing you the sights. The men debated about a way in, Graves offering force.

“Then we take it.”

“I got enough Shadows here to take over the whole damn country.”

Your head shot up from the sights. You scoffed and Graves shot you a smirk.

“Are you crazy?”

Alejandro follows up:

“I’d prefer if you didn’t.

Graves rounds back with a satisfied smile,

“I’m just sayin’...one house shouldn’t be a problem.”

You tick

“Hell of a party to crash with an army soldier boy.”

Graves head turns towards you with a simmer in his eyes that makes you hackle.

After the encounter with Hassan, you all returned to base to let him lead you further. You all were scattered around control, recon shots, and notes scattered on the metal tables. Ghost and Alejandro stood evaluating and Soap relayed information to Laswell.

You took a cloth to sturdy red. Despite an extensive collection of combat knives, many being gifts from your ‘mates’ you still enjoyed a Victorinox. You tinkered a lot, the nickname Gear fitting well among Spitfire. Ruby red sides gleamed with wear and silver steel shined as you cleaned. The knife caught another eye.

“Nice toy Spitfire.”

A smug voice settled in front of you and you looked up, well down. Despite the power he ‘carried,’ Phil Graves was shorter than the other men in the room. While you were shorter amongst your team, you still towered over him. Graves had seemingly appreciated this and upon seeing you (outside of the interrogation) he had whistled.

“Do you have relevant information Graves?”

Your voice came out quiet, anger masked with boredom. Yet your hand clenched the knife tighter.

“Not at the moment Sweetheart. What is beauty like you doing with the Brits? If you want better company, you could fit in nicely with the Shadows.”

He raises a hand to your arm, you freeze, he pats your arm, and moves into your ear. The stench of cologne is too much and you want to gag.

“You’d look better in black anyway.”

You clench your knife tighter.

At the table, dark eyes turn up. Ghost tunes into you in the corner of the room. Your shoulders are tense, and he recognizes the building anxiety in your eyes. But there is also anger, burning and protective of yourself, which he respects. Knowing your history, you became fiercely protective of yourself and your friends, wrath becoming your wall to the world and advances from disgusting men.

Soap’s eyes catch Ghost’s as he excuses himself. Like a shadow, the massive wall of a man materializes behind Graves. A boney-gloved hand reached around Graves and grabs the hand clutching your knife.

“I need you to take a look at something, Spitfire.” His accent is stronger and his voice rumbles into the back of Graves's head. The shorter man jolts away from you, shoulder knocking into the wall of English muscle. He spins around and takes in the man looking down at him.

However, a sense of survival was not strong with this one.

Graves made a step forward that had Ghost raising his head, eyebrow quirking. But before he could speak Soap pushed his way between them with an image.

“Commander, we got something…” And with that the American bravado and charm fell back into place as Graves turned back to work, sparing you a wink.

“Until later Sweetheart.” The syrupy drawl made you gag and you raised a hand to shoot him a middle finger. A tug at your wrist stopped you and you released a tense breath before leaning into your Lieutenant. He turned to look down at you and you offered him a smile, his hand released and he nodded. You closed and pocketed the knife, an old gift from Simon after he found you always losing basic tools while visiting on leave.

“It’s not stupid.” You grumble, collecting yourself while watching Soap making a show in the far corner of the room. Alejandro turns to the two of you, head tilted at your proximity. The man had easily fallen into the position of a brother for you, and much like Soap held a bit of a white knight role. You smile at him and he squints.

Soap’s laptop rings with a call from Laswell. They had found the next target and Soap mentioned everyone back to the center table. Alejandro watched for a moment longer as Ghost released your wrist. You pushed forward, but not without bumping a hip into the quiet man and murmuring “thank you Love.”

This attitude of Graves had carried into one of his suggestions on how to get into the villa.

“Give them what they want,”

Graves's eyes flicker to you,

“Intel. They want to know who’s here. Let’s tell’em.”

He carries a smirk, Alejandro intrigued, questions him,

“In-person?”

Graves's eyes shift to him.

“Correcto. Get one of us inside, find the boss…” he brings his hands together, “roll him up.”

There is a silent moment as you all consider the plan. It made sense, with all of the action and infiltration, you had riled up the mysterious head of the cartel. And if Hassan's actions weren't clear enough there was an obvious connection.

You break the silence.

“It's a good idea, information at a time like this is as valuable as gold.” The men’s eyes turn to you. Graves smiles, stepping forward like a presenter on a stage.

“Glad you understand sweetheart.”

Soap frowns, “who goes in? Alejandro is too obvious…”

He is cut off by a smooth voice. Graves gestures to you,

“Gentleman, I present to you our lovely option. Dressed to the nines they would be sure to dazzle their way past the guards.”

Your brow shoots up, first thinking the man was joking, before hot anger simmers.

“Are you fucking with me Graves?”

Your voice is firm as you raise from a nonexistent slouch, looming over the man. Graves steps up to the challenge.

“Darling, if you went in there with this attitude you'd have that man on his knees” he reaches a hand towards your face. Alejandro stands frozen at the gall but steps forward muttering in Spanish. But Soap beats him to it.

“I’ll go, They will expect a Scot less than an American…” With that, the tension cracks, and Graves turns back into the American Commander again, offering his patch as proof.

You stand a little shaken but more irritated, you feel eyes, then turn to the back of the platform, still cast in shadow.

The white skull haunts the shadow but it is the glint in Ghost’s eyes that catches your heart. He seemed perfectly composed but the glint of an unsheathed knife told you otherwise.

After that show, other moments had passed on and off base, but much less direct. Gentle brushes, winks, and comments on your form and ‘beautiful, hot complexion’ in the Mexican sun. Most of the time you brushed it off, throwing back your normal sarcasm. Vaqueros around you heard these comments with remarkably even tempers. Murmurs quickly had spread through the base of words spoken about you behind the backs of the 141, but if any passed a Shadow they only got straight faces in return. Your attitude had easily won Alejandro over and even the more timid Rudy began to follow after duty for friendly banter and drinks.

The American jokes first baffled Soap when he heard them, but those spoken about you were all in good humor. Debates about Tex-Mex and beer along with your frankly terrible Spanish pronunciation were hilarious to the men and women on base. But at the end of the warm days, reclining on battered wooden stools and tossing back Tequila shots like water, you found good friends in the Cowboys.

This is why Soap and the other Vaqueros in the room rushed out. Stories of your temper had escaped Soap’s drunk lips a few days ago. After that Spitfire became a friendly moniker you groaned at more and more. They even kept presenting a bottle of Fireball Whisky upon any request for a drink.

The sight for an outsider might have been funny. As word spread through the base, MSF soldiers in normal clothes, fully kitted Shadows, and a single Scot speed walking together in a growing crowd. The group weaved their way through fortifications, past the training field, and into a large warehouse.

The air was slightly cooler but windows streamed in hot sunlight. This warehouse had been converted into part obstacle course and part outdoor gym. Due to Alejandro and Rudy's childhoods roaming amongst the cliffs they had wanted that connection to the outdoors.

Usually, at a time like this, the room was literally crawling with soldiers, some training along the ground with others scaling the attached rock wall with climbing features set up along the ceiling. A sturdy safety net hung overhead to catch anyone who took a trip over an edge or off a hanging bar. Now there was not a climber nor crawler insight as Soap and the following soldiers found. He pushed through a door and found the room surprisingly empty, except for a large congregation in the corner. Soap groaned.

Set up next to a makeshift refresh area (basically a bar) was an equally makeshift boxing ring. Thick mats padded the entire floor area and even traced the walls. Stretchy bands squared in a 15 ft by 15ft space. It was smaller than standard but Alejandro had explained it easily:

“In the field, we don’t get that much space, also the contractor said it wouldn’t all fit with the counter.”

You had lost it at the consideration and spent the rest of that day calling him a decorator. Rudy had joined in with a high-voiced Spanish evaluation of the print of the uniforms and needing fresh flowers for the bar.

Soap and the following crowd gathered into the present crowd of Shadows and Vaqueros. These were still in partial gear from training, which presented the thought to Soap that whatever was going on was on an impulse.

His realization was confirmed when he saw Graves in the ring. Tank top fit flush against his muscled form, but the cocky nature of his victory diminished any physical appreciation.

“Come on L.T. your up next.”

His cocky grin did not hush the murmurs in the crowd, even from his men. All eyes turned within the crowd, searching until they found Ghost. Soap saw his commanding officer in less gear, but he look no less dangerous.

Six feet and four inches of defined muscle stood in a long sleeve black shirt and thin grey joggers. He still had a pistol holster strapped to his side, but it was empty. What was not though was a few of his many combat-worthy throwing knives. Settled in a leather holder was a triple set of killers, his favorite of which, an iridescent midnight blue, was spinning in his deft fingers. Soap was surprised to see pale, scarred skin. Flashes of it at Ghost’s hands then up at his collarbone where the chain of his dog tags disappeared under his shift. The usual hard skull mask was exchanged for a lighter black balaclava painted with a half skull. One side was white and the other melted into faded painted metal, hammered plates painted in a dusty, dirty red.

Soap’s lips quirked, even without you present he could tell your mark on the English lieutenant. The mask had been a joke gift, painted by you for a White Elephant you had insisted on hosting.

You had gotten soap a luxury set of Scotch-based soap, Gaz a black tie stationary and lapel set (“for those fine suits you always go undercover in”), and Price a new fishing hat. It was reversible, with an all-black side for business, and a camo with the Union Jack, “it's the party side.”

Price’s lips had quirked up and he tossed you his second favorite hat and dropped yours (in party mode) on his head. Finally, you quietly pulled Simon’s gift from your bag while the others were comparing gifts and joking. The warmth of conversation filled your apartment as you moved softly over to Simon.

“Here Lieutenant, I hope you get some use from this.” You gently hand him the mask before turning to refill the drinks of the other men.

Simon turned the mask over in his hands. He immediately recognized it as handmade, the fabric reinforced for winter wear in high winds. He flipped it to the face and marveled a little at your art design, half Ghost and half of yourself. His eyes drifted up to your form passing through the room. Soap calls you over and then makes you laugh with a joke while Gaz and Price bicker back and forth about if the hat would match a suit.

For the moment there was peace here in your sanctuary and Simon let himself relax further into the familiar couch. His eyes closed for a few minutes then opened at your presence over him.

“Are you ok?” You set a glass of good ole’ Kentucky bourbon at the table next to him. He watches you for a moment under his solid black balaclava, eyes simmering with emotion that creeps around and through his walls. A few years of comradery had you leaning down and sinking into the seat next to him. He hums, body and head turned towards you.

“Was it too much? I saw it when we passed through that small village, you know I could barely understand that lady's accent…” You mumble off a little, your personality like a ping pong ball in your mind.

Simon watches as a weight melts and slips off his heart. Under his mask, he smiles and his eyes gain a twinkle. Your hand moves in wide gestures in front of you as you impersonate a bad Liverpool accent, pulling from your limited British knowledge (the Beatles and 70s-80s rock). A warm hand grabs yours out of the air and pulls it to your now-touching legs, fingers entwining. You pause turning to Simon concerned, then eyes widen finding his sole focus on you and him being much, much closer than you expected.

“She had a Northern accent. She was from Manchester, Love” his accent thickened as a sort of demonstration and you nodded dumbly, a little baffled by this new position.

“Right…”

Three sets of knowing eyes watched very, very intently at this new information.

Soap tensed as Ghost looked up, not even pausing in his spinning. There was a gleam in his eye but his lieutenant did not move.

What followed were some childish plays at insults.

“Where did you leave your tea?”

“Come on Halloween!” Were finest among them.

Soap and some of the members of the Mexican force watched with tired sighs, as Ghost just stared. He didn't even bother with a reply as Graves got to his peacocking.

Even a few of the Shadows shifted uncomfortably away from Ghost’s form, and soon a circle opened between the edge of the ring where Graves leaned and where Ghost stood.

“What’s going on?” Your voice broke the not-standoff. Heads turned and Soap noticed Graves straighten.

“Oh boy.” The Scot pushed through towards Ghost, sensing trouble brewing. Men and women let you through and you entered the cleared circle, a smug Graves standing above watching.

You wore gym shorts with a pair of worn sneakers. Your dog tags hung under your shirt and you had brushed your hair back behind an American flag bandana (a gag gift from Soap on your birthday).

You stood next to Ghost, who upon your approach had finally paused in his knife twirling and stood more attentive. Graves noticed this with interest.

“So that works then.”

You bite back instantly.

“What do you mean Jackass. He’s my commanding officer, he’s not here for you to get off on.”

There are a few ‘oofs’ heard throughout the crowd as some MSF soldiers hide snickers behind their hands. Ghost’s head tilts to the side, watching.

Graves takes it and runs, perhaps a bit too far.

“Alright long legs, perhaps you could bend down and give me a better view.”

The room goes silent. Soap pauses in his approach and his head shoots towards you, what had been amusement quickly turned sour at the continuous comments and the Scot felt ready to smash Graves's stupid face in. Graves’s men balked, and some of the MSF soldiers watched with wide eyes at such a direct comment. Eyes flew to Ghost.

Simon stood straight, knife held in his hand as he considered it. Yet, he rose a brow, shockingly calm. Then those in the room realized the true danger of the two.

You saw red, loose water bottle now clenched in your fist. Graves took a step back for a moment mouth open, as if surprised at the extent of the comment. He opened it then you shut it for him.

“That's it you fly boy fucker. I am sick and fucking tired of your comments. It is about time for you to put that pretty mouth where your dick clearly isn’t. We are settling this now.”

You reached to the side, snatching hand tape from the awaiting Ghost, and quickly wrapped your hands. Without another word, you leaped up into the ring and approached Graves. Alejandro and Rudy rushed in as you did so, a bit late from a meeting.

You squared up to a shocked Graves as Soap, Alejandro and Rudy made it to Ghost. As for your calm lieutenant, he only spun his knife, lowered it, and crossed his arms to watch what he knew would be a quick show.

As Graves snapped out of it you both began to circle one another, all while he offered stupid remarks.

“I can’t punch a pretty thing like you.”

And your favorite, “I’ll patch you up real good after this Honeybun.”

He then fainted forward and you twirled out of his reach. This dance happened a few times, with Graves's temper building up and his charges missing. You laugh under your breath and mutter something.

“Say that louder!” He huffs out, worked up after previous fights, his composure finally slipping with frustration. He turns to face you, guard up. You stare him down and he lunges.

“I said…” A swift duck right, your leg catches him and he tumbles. He rights himself and spins with a mean hook.

“I always thought you had a punchable face.” You duck under his hook and with a satisfied grin, throw all of your weight up with powerfully long legs into a padded uppercut. The punch cracks in contact with his jaw and sends the short man back, to which your fast-following shoulder bucks him further and sends him crashing into the padding of the ring.

The thud echoed in the quiet room. It dragged on as everyone turned to watch each other. Then loud laughter broke out from Soap. He started wheezing and then doubled over leaning on Ghost for support. Alejandro looked around and started laughing as well and it spread through the crowd. A few Shadows gave a light chuckle before stopping when they realized that, one, they were watched by their comrades, and two when they realized Graves wasn’t getting up.

The room waited then a Shadow popped his head up at the ring. You cracked your knuckles, hissing in pain as you walked to Graves’s down form. He was breathing and you voiced this. The peeking Shadow pulled his way up to the stage.

“He is good, just out cold.” Grave's head lolled to the side as the big Shadow threw him up in a slightly undignified fireman carry. People cleared a path and a few Shadows followed the carrier to the med bay. After they left the room erupted into laughter. It was boisterous and fun but the soldiers, satisfied at your victory returned to general training leaving you in the ring alone while Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, and Ghost watched.

You gently ran a finger over your right knuckles, hissing when you felt them. There will be a gnarly bruise, Graves had a hard head and this might be hard to explain to Shepard. But, you look to Alejandro and Rudy, their grins told you that you would be fine. Strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist and hoisted you up.

“Alright, Spitfire! Ye’ showed him what for!” Soap twirled you around and your arms went to his shoulders for balance.

“Oi Soap watch it!” Your defiance dissolved into laughter as Alejandro pulled himself up and whistled. Specks of blood sprinkle a little section of the mat.

“Rudy, get cleaning in here we have a fluid spill.” He grinned as Soap set you down.

“Good work.” He ruffled your hair in passing, then turned to the rest of the room.

“Drinks tonight!” His voice boomed out in English, then in Spanish which got a lot of excited cheers. You pressed a kiss to Soap’s cheek and then turned to Ghost, but the Brit had vanished.

Graves was sitting alone hours later, chin bruised and ego drenched but overall ok. He rolled his shoulder with a groan and muttered.

“They can throw a punch, what a catch…” He turned to look up, running a hand through sweaty hair. His neck hair then rose on edge in the dim room, then a glint of silver. He jumped back as a silver knife sliced where his head had just been. It thunked into the wall with a thud. Panicked eyes flew to the door, and Simon stood leaning leisurely against the frame.

“Christ Almighty…” His voice was breathy and Graves threw up his Commander façade but something deep in him quaked at the sight of the reaper. Brown eyes lit up in the dark, light from the hall casting a looming shadow over Graves as he sat. The beast entered and Simon pushed forward. He paused a breath away from graves who while sitting had to look up at him. A gloved hand tore the knife from the wall and the rusty geared skull stared down.

He watched for a moment as the color drained from Graves's face.

Then, in his other hand, your Swiss Army knife. Blade cherished and sharp and eager. He tilted the blade in the backlight then in a simple motion pressed it to Graves's neck in a mock motion. The edge was a hair breath away when Simon leaned in.

“You touch them, you look at them, or you even think of making another fucking comment about them, I will track you down and spread your remains all over your beloved men. Understand?”

His accent bled heavy, venom from Ghost and anger from Simon blending into one wrathful and venomous being. Graves did not shake, but a single almost imperceivable flinch tumbled into a nod.

Ghost watched closer, the man below him so still he could almost make out his fluttering heartbeat in the dark. There was a maniacal-toothed grin under the mask as the beast paced, testing the confines of his tempered mind. But at a shaky, thickly breathed “understood” from Graves the reaper pulled back. He deftly pocketed your beloved knife and with one last spin of the throwing knife, Simon turned and swept out of the room.

Many drunk Vaqueros and even some of the more light-hearted Shadows had wandered into the bar after hearing Graves was awake. The room had gone quiet when Graves entered, shirtless and wrapped up. He seemed slightly shaken but he offered you a rigorous handshake, an apology, and a toast.

“Too strong hits and new friends.”

The Shadows joined in more heartily then and you took the peace offering with a grin. The night then passed into a party. Simon lingered in later sticking to the edges of the room. He had watched and heard the calm words of the others spread and settle the room. You sat at the bar, a lightly inebriated Soap at your left and Rudy at your right. Something you were saying had the more timid man leaning in with a soft look. Simon paused in his approach. Alejandro joined him from behind.

“Don’t worry, he’s married hermano. Alejandro sets a brotherly hand on Simon’s shoulder, but the Englishman shakes his head, offering a surprising reply:

“I'm not.”

Alejandro is surprised at such a revelation, but the grasp of Simon’s hand at his dog tags is all he needs to know.

“I understand.”

Simon turns at this and offers his hand, the two shake hands and with a pat on the back Alejandro sends Simon on his way. Simon cuts through the crowd, watching with interest as whatever you say sends Rudy into a bright red blush, barely hidden by his darker complexion. Soap, having heard, was sent into heavy laughter as he leaned back into the bar. Well, attempted to, as he slumped he miscalculated the distance and fell back. You lunged forward to grab him while laughing yourself and you fell as well. The floor approached quickly but a swift hand grabbed you by your arm and another grabbed Soap by the collar of his shirt. The arm holding Soap flexed forward and pulled the bewildered man back onto his stool. The free hand then joined the other stabilizing you.

“Thanks, L.T.” Soap waved.

You were then engulfed by Simon, his arms coming to rest on the bar with your form in between. The position was questioning but with the festivities, no one other than Soap and Rudy was paying attention. Your surprise melted into pleasure.

“Hey L.T.,” his arms close in around you and he steps between your knees, your words fizzle out at the look in his eyes. There was a shimmer of pride mixed with deep affection. In the time you knew him you had learned to tell Simon from Ghost, besides the removal of his mask of course. The being before you carried the pride of Ghost, seeing your clean KO did things to him. But it was Simon who pressed his hand against your thigh. The touch was subtle compared to his massive form but he pressed his hand over them, fingers taping absentmindedly. It was a possessive action that sent your heart soaring.

He leaned in to talk to you, free hand coming to trace the American bandana,

“good job my Love” he dips his hand, tugging at the chain around your neck, and fingers brushing softly over your bruised knuckles.

Your dog tags escaped but something much more precious hung there. And as the party continued, most none the wiser to the deep connection between the American and the Brit, two matching silver rings glinted in the light.

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I love love LOVE your movie party! and your whole aesthetic is just-- AAH!! I was wondering if I could do: miguel o'hara + "hands off!" please <3 tysm!

summer movie fest masterlist

you’re a freelance writer, who often sells to the daily bugle. you have a crush on the editor, who saves you from one of his creepy employees. who knew the pining was mutual?

an.miguel brainrot is strong. i meant to post this yesterday but queue got messed up. also thank you nonnie !! ur a sweetheart <3 this prompt was practically made for miguel 🤭

wc: 638

warnings: kind of aggressive & entitled (incel) man (not miguel), not beta’d bcz i was impatient.

you were talking to one of the guy’s at the daily bugle. you don’t remember his name, you don’t really care.

“oh really?” you laugh.

“yeah, i mean, it’s a little more complicated than that, but it’s the jist.”

“i’m sure it is.” be nice, be nice, be nice. this guy really thinks you’re stupid, but you just have to wait until the editor comes out to tell you whether or not the piece you wrote works.

“so i was thinking–” the door to the editor’s office opens loudly, cutting him off. the large man offers you the paper.

“good job, the first draft was good but this is definitely ready for tomorrow’s print.”

“i’m glad to hear that!” am i being too obvious?

“excuse us, stenton, i’d like to talk to her on the way out.”

“yeah, uh, sure, sure thing, boss.” you mentally stick your tongue out at the weird guy. you walk with mr. o’hara.

“sorry about phil, he, uh, thinks he’s a ladies’ man.”

you snort and cover your mouth,“clearly,”

“i look forward to seeing your next story.”

“aren’t you lucky to have such a reliable freelancer like me?” you joke.

“i am, i really am, you’ve brought lots of new readers.” don’t blush don’t blush don’t blush!!

“i’m glad,”

“so, um,” he clears his throat, “when should i expect your next piece?”

“when it happens,” you joke.

“right,” he nods.

“what would it take to get you full time?”

“you know i’m focused on the novel.” he nods, and doesn’t push it.

the two of you reach the subway station, and say your goodbyes, and you get on your train. you lean your head on the glass, putting your hands over your face. you’re never gonna be able to tell miguel o’hara that you like him.

ha week later, you’ve given miguel a fresh story, and he’s dropped you off at the train platform yet again. you’re waiting for your train to come, trying to think of how you can tell miguel about your feelings.

“hey! cutie!” you cringe. it’s phil.

“hey,”

“how about, you and i go out for a bite to eat?” he puts a hand on your waist.

you step back and out of his hold. “sorry, phil, I gotta catch this train,”

“you can catch it later,” he gets closer to you.

“i’m tired and really just want to go home.” you apologize.

“c’mon,” he pleads.

“look, phil, i’m really sorry, but I’m not interested.”

He grabs your hand. “haven’t i done all the right things?”

“huh?”

“haven’t i been nice? a gentlemen? funny? interesting? strong?”

“phil, it’s not–”

“what– it’s not me? then why won’t you go out with me? huh?” he yanks you closer ..

you felt someone behind you, phil look up at them.

“hands. off.” miguel says in that gruff voice that leave no room for argument. phil does as he’s told and releases you.

“hey boss,” phil’s voice is the meekest sound you’ve ever heard.

“that is no way to treat a lady.”

“no– it’s, uh, not.”

“you’re fired.”

“What! WHY? i’m the best writer you’ve got!” he was starting to get his macho back.

“no you’re not. and harassment.”

phil tried to say something, but shut his mouth. he walked away, hands in the air. you took a deep breath and leaned on miguel.

“thank you,”

“i’m glad i came back.” you turned around.

“why did you come back?”

he’s blushing, rubbing the back of his neck“uh, uh, wanted to,” he clears his throat. is that a habit? “i wanted to talk to you, to uh tell you, that–”

you hold his hands between your two, “yeah?”

“that i’d like to treat you to, to… to, uh…”

“yes,”

he blinks, “yes?”

“yes.”

“my car–”

“lead the way,” you smile up at him.

#summer movie fest 🍿#across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel x you #my writing

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year

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Your Submissively - Solitude

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Realization

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

As the end of Thursday approached Belle couldn’t help but fell a sense of sadness. Steve has called or texted every day but as graduation grew closer, all she could feel was the weight of missing her dad. As she left her final exam, she messaged Lilia.

B: I’m going to be in Brooklyn tonight L: Same Place? B: Yeah. Feeling it today L: Be careful. Call a cab if it gets late B: Thanks Li.

Belle took the subway into Brooklyn, headphones in, getting lost in the music.

Meanwhile, Bucky and Steve made their way to Jersey. They decided they wanted to surprise Lila and Isabella for the end of finals. “Can’t believe we’re dating college seniors,” Bucky said with a laugh.

“I didn’t expect that either but her we are.” Steve knocked on the door.

Lila opened the door. “Mr. Rogers? Bucky, what are you doing here?”

“We wanted to take you and Belle to dinner,” Bucky explained. “To celebrate the end of finals.”

Lila chewed her lip. “She’s not here.” Lila looked at the men nervously. “She went to be alone for a bit.”

“Where?” Steve demanded. “Miss Stevens, tell me where she is now!” He took a step towards her.

“Pal, be calm,” Bucky said, placing himself between them. “We can track her phone. Its fine.” Bucky tapped on his phone. “She’s in Brooklyn. At some piano bar.”

“Just leave her be,” Lila pleads. “She’s missing her dad and needs a moment alone. The owner and the bartender know her. They’ll keep an eye out. Please?”

“I have to know she’s ok.” Steve went downstairs, not waiting for Bucky. He climbed into a passing cab and gave the address to the only piano bar he knew of in Brooklyn.

Belle sat in a booth on the side, hiding in the shadows. She sipped her drink, a coke, not wanting to get list in the alcohol.

“Next up, we have the extraordinary talents of Belle Davis.”

Belle got up and went to the piano. The overhead lights made it impossible to see anyone in the crown but she could still hear them. But it was what she needed. To have people hear her but not anyone she cared for. They would want to help when there isn’t anything they can do. She touched the keys and played the intro to a song that resonated in her heart.

I tried to talk to my piano I tried to talk to my guitar Talking my imagination Confided into alcohol I tried and tried and tried some more Told secrets ‘til my voice was sore Tired of empty conversations ‘cause no one hears them anymore

She thought back to her dad. Making her practice. “Belle, you practice and it make it perfect. Try again.”

Phil watching her train at kickboxing. “Don’t pull your punches sweetheart. The dummy can’t hurt you back.”

Anyone, please send me anyone Lord is there anyone I need someone, oh Anyone, please send me anyone Lord, is there anyone? I need someone. I used to craze the world’s attention I think I cried too many times I just need some more affection Anything to get me by

On the last day she saw him. “Dad, you seem nervous.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart. Easy peasy. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Cool, I have a new receipt I want you to try.”

“Looking forward to it Bell. Love you.” He kissed her forehead.

“Love you too Dad. See you in a few days.”

A hundred million stories And a hundred million songs I feel stupid when I sing Nobody’s listening to me Nobody’s listening I talk to shooting starts but they always get it wrong I feel stupid when I pray Why the fuck am I praying anyway? If nobody’s listening Anyone, please send me anyone Lord is there anyone I need someone, oh Anyone, please send me anyone Lord, is there anyone? I need someone Oh anyone I need anyone Oh anyone I need someone A hundred million stories And a hundred million songs I feel stupid when I sing Nobody’s listening to me Nobody’s listening

Belle finished her song to loud applause. She went back to her booth but she was surprised to find it occupied. “What are you doing here?”

“Lila told me you went out and I tracked your phone.” Steve put his face in the light, taking in the obvious tears that were still in Belle’s eyes. But they changed once Steve mentioned that he tracked her phone. She grabbed her bad and stormed out.

“Isabella, stop,” as the made it outside

“You had no right! I’m not your submissive yet. I still have my free will.” She was angry. Angry that he had found her and listened to her sing. Only Lila had ever heard her really and she asked that it be kept a secret.

“I needed to know you were safe,” Steve said, trying to reason with her.

“By violating my privacy? I wanted to be alone. This is hard for me, ok? I’m all alone on the edge of one of the most important weeks of my life.”

“You’re not alone!” He grabs her and kisses her. She pushes him away and slaps him.

“I’m nothing to you but a potential sex slave! Please leave me alone.” She runs for the subway but he catches her again.

“Don’t ever say that again,” Steve growls. “You mean more to me than you know. You aren’t a sex slave.” Belle struggled against him. “Please sweetheart, stop. Stop.” He held her closer to him and she kept struggling until she started to sob. “It’s ok my Belle. Its alright.” He stroked her hair as she clings to him. “I’m right here.”

“I miss him,” she cried. “He’s supposed to be here.” She held onto Steve tighter.

“I know baby, I know. I’m so sorry.” He kissed her hair, trying to get her to calm down.

“I can’t do this without him. I don’t know how.”

“I’ll help you,” Steve whispered. “I’ll be right here.” He scooped her up and hailed another cab. He took her to the penthouse. She was asleep by the time he made it upstairs.

“Seriously punk,” Bucky started before he saw Belle in his arms. “Is she ok?” He whispered.

“No, she’s not. But she will be. Goodnight, Buck. You can yell at me in the morning jerk.”

Steve took her to his room and laid her on the bed. He carefully took off her clothes and slipped a shirt over her head. He got her under the covers and he stared at her for a moment, taking in her youthful expression, eyes slightly swollen from crying. He sighed and quickly changed climbing in next to her. He pulled her close and drifted off to sleep.

Belle’s alarm awoke her like normal for a Friday. She stretched until she felt her arm brush up against something warm. Her eyes snapped open and turned to see Steve’s sleeping face next to her. She looked to see that she was in Steve’s bedroom.

She crawled out of bed and head to her room. She needed to get ready and didn’t have time to go back home and changed. She looked through the clothing Steve has gotten her, selecting a blue dress with a white sweater and wedges. She jumped into the shower and came out. She was startled to see Steve sitting on her bed. “Hi.”

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” She fiddled with her towel. “I’m so sorry that I hit you.”

“Super soldier Belle. I can take a hit.” He took her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I did that. I didn’t mean to violate your privacy. I was just worried about you.”

“I know I’m sorry. Not a lot of people know I go there. I just need to get away sometimes.”

Steve pulled her to his lap. “You are amazing Belle. Your voice is beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She nuzzled into his neck and he held her tighter.

“Stay with me today. We can talk, figure this out.”

“I can’t. Its my last day at Stark.” She moved to get up but Steve held her close. “Steve please.”

“I know, I just… wanted to feel you. You were so angry and scared yesterday. Tell me please?”

“I just miss him. I don’t even know what happened. They just said an accident at work and I was taken from my home, my friends. The bar… he used to go there… the owner knew him. So, Dad, he used to take me in and I would sing when I was nervous about anything. Its where I go when I’m scared.”

Steve closed his eyes, realizing the mistake he made. He took something of her father from her. “Belle, I am so sorry. Really, truly. When Lila said you just needed to get away, I didn’t realize it meant that you needed to be closer to your dad.” He kissed her forehead and she turned to look at him. He leaned in to kiss her, softly at first but then deeper. “Please forgive me Isabella,” he whispered against her lips. He kissed her again, deeper still, moving her to lay on the bed.

“Steve, please, we have to stop. I have to go to work,” Belle gasped not really wanting to let go.

“I’ll drop you off, plenty of time,” he said between kisses to her neck. His hands moved down to slide up her towel. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

“Steve, please,” she wasn’t sure what she was pleading for anymore. She needed him, her lifeline.

“What do you want Isabella?” She couldn’t decide so Steve continued to tease, listening to her moan, arching her body to his touch. He undid the towel, allowing him to touch further. He groaned when he could feel how aroused she was. He swirled his fingers on her clit and picked up some of her nectar on his fingers and brought them to mouth.

Isabella watched him and felt the fire in her belly grow. “Steve, please, fuck me,” she pleaded, reasoning gone out the window, responsibilities trampled on the floor.

Steve smiled as he ran his nose down the length of hers. He ghosted her lips and said, “watch your language young lady.” He reached down and pulled his sweats and boxers down and was in her in no time. She gasped at the sudden fullness and cried out. He worked her hard, lifting her legs to wrap around her waist so he could go deeper.

He reached to play with her clit at she cried out more and more, the overwhelming desire flashing white in her eyes. “Let go Isabella.” Steve could feel himself ready to let go but wouldn’t until she did. She needed to know that she was first in his eyes, always. He leaned to suck on one of her nipples and that was her undoing. She clenched around him, sucking him in. Steve pumped a few more times before he pulled out and cummed on her belly, remembering at the last second that he hasn’t put a condom on.

Only the sounds of their heavy breathing punctuated the room. Steve got up and got a washcloth to clean Belle up. He was gentle, worried he crossed another line. He laid down next to her. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I wanted that too.” She kissed him gently. “Please don’t tell anyone about my secret ok?”

“I’ll never tell.” He brushed a hair away. “C’mon, get ready. I’ll get you some coffee and take you work. Tonight, we’ll talk and some other things,” he said flashing a wicked grin.

Isabella walking into the Avengers Tower and headed up to her desk. She took everything in, not sure when she would see it all again.

“How was finals?”

Belle jumped and turned to see Tony standing next to her desk. “Mr. Stark, hi.” She fidgeted between her feet. “They were fine. Should have the results on Monday.”

“Good, that’s good. I hope you had time to study between your galas.” Tony inspected the girl.

Belle flushed. “I’m always studying Mr. Stark. I have a position at MSA in the fall. I start training in a month. So I need to keep on my toes.”

“Congratulations. I’m glad to see you focus on your career. And not on your non-existent boyfriend.” He started to walk away.

“I’m sorry, is there a problem Mr. Stark?” Belle could see he had something else he wanted to say.

“Nothing Belle. Schedule in a few?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” She started up her computer and saw an email from Steve.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Last Day Congratulation on finishing your internship. I made us reservations for dinner at 8. Bucky will take you to the apartment to pick up whatever you need and bring you back. I have a meeting at 630 so I will meet you at the restaurant. Call me if you need me. Steven Rogers CEO, Grant Industries

Belle smiled and was quick to reply.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Last Day Looking forward to it Mr. Rogers. Please let Bucky know that I am off early today at 4PM. Lila will be home if that is an incentive. Thank you for this morning. Isabella Davis Intern to Tony Stark CEO, Stark Industries

Belle heard a huff behind her and saw Tony looking over her shoulder. “So, he is a boyfriend?”

“Not that it’s any of your business Mr. Stark but yes he is.” She wasn’t sure why she said it but the look she got from Tony and his tone made her defensive.

“You should stay away from him Belle. He’s not good enough for you.”

“What I do in my private life is my business.” Isabella stood up. “And you have no right to have an opinion on it!” She shouted, drawing the attention of the other person on the floor, his wife.

“Tony, leave her alone. We talked about this. She has every right to see whomever she wants,” Pepper scolded. She turned to Isabella. “I’m sorry Belle. Umm, could you get the reports from legal for us. We have a meeting in 20.”

“Not a problem Mrs. Stark. I’ll be right back.” She glared at Tony and left.

Pepper turned to her husband. “Tony, seriously, what the hell was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Petulance gets you nowhere.”

“I don’t want to see her get hurt. She’s a target if she gets seen with him.”

“Why would she be a target?” Pepper looked confused.

“Doesn’t matter.” Tony shook his head. He walked into his office and closed the door.

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Love Bites: Chapter 11

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It was no secret between Def Leppard and Ultraviolet that Joe and Y/N were seeing each other. They decided however, not to let members of the crew find out, mostly to protect Y/N’s reputation as she was still technically with Doug.

The two of them spent every moment they could together, Joe even went on Ultraviolet’s tour bus a few times. When he was there, Tammy noticed the difference in her best friend’s behaviour, Y/N was more outgoing and confident around Joe. Everyone could see it.

However, Y/N had been so caught up in Joe that she had forgotten to call Doug in days. She was dreading the next phone call to him, having to pretend that everything was okay between them and that she wasn’t seeing Joe. Doug was already suspicious that Y/N was cheating on him and she had no idea how to hide that she was.

When they finally stopped at the next venue, Y/N decided to bite the bullet and call Doug.

“Where are you off to love?” Joe asked as Y/N wiggled her way out of his arms.

“I have to call Doug.”

Joe smiled sadly at her. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“I would say yes but I can’t let him know that I am with you and when you’re around I can’t stop smiling. He’ll hear it in my voice.” Y/N told him.

“Okay sweetheart. You know where I am.” Joe gave her hand a squeeze before letting go of her so she could call Doug.

When Y/N dialled the familiar number, she was met with the answer phone. It was a bit of a shock to her because she didn’t realise that they had one, but she just shrugged it off that Doug had gotten one so he wouldn’t miss calls when he was out. Y/N left a short message on the phone before hanging up and returning to Joe.

“That was quick.” Joe spoke as he accepted her back into his hold.

“No answer.” She told him plainly before leaning up to peck his lips. Joe deepened the kiss, pulling her close to him by her waist. However, they were interrupted by mock gagging.

“My poor innocent eyes.” Phil joked covering his face and pretending to bump into things. Steve followed behind with uncontrollable laughter.

“There’s nothing innocent about your eyes Phillip.” Joe told him, slightly annoyed that they had been interrupted. Phil just looked at him in mock offence before he too burst out laughing. The two guitarists then left the room, off to who knows where, leaving Joe and Y/N alone again.

“We best get ready.” Y/N whispered as Joe moved to connect their lips again.

“Yeah, in a minute.” Joe then moved forward to kiss her again before eventually pulling away. “I’ll see you in a little while.”

A few days later they were in California. The one thing Y/N found about touring was that she was always so tired after spending nights on the bus. Nothing could take her excitement away, but she looked forward to the times she could spend either in a hotel or naps backstage if they arrived early.

California was better than Y/N could’ve imagined, Apparently Johnny was excited too because much like on the plane to America, he hadn’t shut up. Y/N wished that she could’ve joined Def Leppard on their bus just to get away from the over excited drummer. Their first Californian show was in Irvine. They were performing there for two nights before going to San Diego.

Y/N still hadn’t managed to get a hold of Doug. She had tried to work out time zones so that she wouldn’t end up calling when he was asleep or at work but she could never seem to catch him. It wasn’t until after their first show in Irvine that she found out why.

Once Ultraviolet finished their set, like always they showered up and went back to watch Def Leppard perform. Y/N felt off for some reason. She felt like there was something different about this particular show compared to all the ones they had done before. It wasn’t until Gavin came around the corner that she realised what.

“Look who I found.” The Ultraviolet manager announced unenthusiastically.

“Hello Y/N.”

Tammy had kindly said that she would tell everyone where Y/N had gone whilst she went to talk to Doug.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, obviously annoyed with her boyfriend’s presence.

“What, you're not happy to see me?” Doug asked with a smug grin on his face. He knew that Y/N didn’t want him on tour and he took much joy in the fact that he had given her no choice.

“How did you even know we were performing here tonight?”

“Well a guy from work mentioned about how his cousin had tickets to the first show in California so I booked a few days off of work and got last minute tickets. Though you should probably refund me, being your boyfriend and all.”

“That’s why you haven’t been answering.” Y/N said more to herself than anyone else.

“Anyway, aren’t you gonna hug me or something.”

“No. You should have told me you were coming. We have no room for an extra person. Or the money to accommodate them.”

“Not even me?” Doug asked with a faux pout.

“No. Not a single other partner has come along on tour. Not one person has invited themselves along either. What makes you so different?”

“I need to keep an eye on you.”

“What?”

“Well it’s obvious Y/N. You don’t want me here so that you can sleep with whoever you want. I’m here to stop that from happening.”

“Is everything alright out here?” Y/N looked back and saw Joe make his way towards them. She could feel the nervous sweat pouring down her brow.

“Everything is fine. Isn’t it Y/N.” Doug wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She quickly moved away from him and closer to Joe. Not close enough though in her opinion.

“Actually it isn’t. Doug I can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t do what?”

“This. You followed me halfway across the world to check on me, after I told you not to come. You dragged me out of a pub because you got embarrassed. You couldn’t even be happy for me when I started to get modelling jobs and that's only to name a few things.” Y/N took a deep breath. “I can’t do this anymore. We’re over.”

“You don’t get to decide that.” Doug laughed.

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t get to decide we’re over. Not after everything I’ve done for you.”

“This isn’t up for discussion Doug.”

Doug took a threatening step forward, however Joe stepped in the way. Up until that point he had kept quiet but he couldn’t let this idiot near Y/N.

“You heard her. Go.”

“Fine, I’ll go. But you're not getting anything out of my flat.” Doug tried to aggravate Y/N.

Before she could answer, Joe beckoned over security that the venue had and told them to ‘get rid’.

“Let’s go find Tammy love.” Joe encouraged her and moved her back to the green room.

After Def Leppard found out that Doug was there, they all gathered to wait for Y/N to come back. When her and Joe entered, Y/N immediately burst into tears in Tammy’s arms. Joe filled everyone in on everything.

“I’ll get my sister to get your stuff out of the flat before Doug gets back. Spare key still in the same place?” Tammy asked her as she passed the crying girl over to Joe so she could phone her sister. Y/N just simply nodded as she cried in Joe’s arms.

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@elliotts-personal-property

@friccinfricks

@i-love-def-leppard

@vintagerocknrollgirl

#def leppard #joe elliott #joe elliott x reader #ellen's fic #love bites fic #love bites chapter 11

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phanfictioncatalogue · 6 days

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Medieval AU Masterlist

A Game of Life (ao3) - Koolhotsweetloveberries

Summary: Daniel Howell, an honorable member of the King's Knighthood, does not expect much from his time at court. All changes when the court jester, Philip Lester, enters.

Bardic Inspiration (ao3) - dickiegreenleaf

Summary: Dan is a travelling bard looking for a safe place for him and his beloved horse to spend the night. Thankfully, the local tavern owner, Phil, can offer him one.

Come along (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: In medieval England, a young knight rides north, sent to serve at the court of the quiet young Duke of Lancaster.

Criminal (wattpad) - worriedpeach

Summary: Medieval AU. Daniel Howell is a nonviolent sweetheart who adores his mother and sister, living peacefully until the day the Marcella Kingdom guards show up in his home, telling him he has murdered a citizen. His penalty? Death. But that is interrupted by a supposedly extinct creature, leading the infamous criminal, Philip Lester, to save him

Forbidden (ao3) - ohhowellno

Summary: Prince Daniel is preparing to become the king it all changes when he meets a kitchen servant named Phil. As they fall in love they realize that it may not be as easy for them to be together as they thought.

Gods, Men, Kings. (ao3) - metal_arm_metal_shield

Summary: Prince Daniel had grown up in a palace; surrounded by wealth, with a life of glory laid before him

He had never known want.

Until his eyes beheld Philip.

He could have everything he ever wanted, except for him.

i fall for the same face every time (ao3) - zsunsetz

Summary: In every universe, in every lifetime, in every world, he promises that he will love him.

Kiss From a Rose (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil is a hawker trading from town to town and looking for an adventure, but when he is caught out in a storm, a beautiful stranger becomes his only hope.

Legends of the Light of Heart (ao3) - serendipnpipity

Summary: Once upon a time, when the land was still ruled by kings and queens, there lived a young prince named Daniel, heir to a dying land...

names of collision in the dark (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Of enemy kingdoms, Prince Dan and Prince Phil meet one fateful night, leading to a surprising friendship that evolves into something more. As the looming threat of a major battle grows stronger, both princes grapple with their roles and the burdens of leadership, all while their growing bond forces them to confront their own kingdoms’ expectations and the possibility of peace in the chaos.

(aka the dan and phil royal au fic they wrote for the gaming channel but taken seriously)

October 19, 1209 (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Phil had almost made it into town and was starting to feel relief. He had met no trouble, no roving bands, nothing to pull him from his way, for the nearly 20 mile journey from his parent’s village to Manchester.

A fic about bravery and wants.

of damsels, knights, and fairytale endings (ao3) - artbabe

Summary: Phil is a shy baker's apprentice in a little village that is quartering knights on their way to a great battle. He catches the eye of Sir Howell, a handsome knight whom he may never see again.

Outlawed (ao3) - aphroditegf

Summary: Desperate to prove himself as a knight, Sir Phil Lester captures a criminal he finds at the scene of a burning village, and tasks himself with taking this mysterious outlaw Dan to the capital.

Prince... oh my prince (ao3) - ReallyPham

Summary: Rich girls don't marry poor boys.

But can rich boys marry poor boys?

Royal Love (wattpad) - PhanOnIce

Summary: Taking place in Medieval Times, Prince Daniel falls in love with his servant Philip and is determined to make their relationship work.

the ladyknight dan fic (ao3) - baroquen

Summary: It's 1138, and Civil War is stirring in England. In the North, rumors of a Scottish invasion have begun to spread. Dan is a knight whose disguise as a man has recently fallen to pieces. Phil is the odd daughter of a country lord. They fall in love. This is a story about some of those things.

thought of you often (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: On Daniel's twenty first birthday, a man walks into his banquet hall that he hasn't seen in years.

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sunnyie-eve · 8 months

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4 | Bam's job

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Family problems

| MASTERLIST |

"I gotta take Phil out. You wanna come with?" Raab asks walking into my door way with a a big smile.

"No, because he's gonna try to go everywhere for food and they're gonna tell him no. And going to different places I'm gonna want something but can't because I'll be with him. Bam said they aren't aloud to give us food if we're with him." I explain cleaning up my room.

"You suck. I don't wanna be alone with him." He complains.

"I know and you aren't alone... you have the camera guy and crew with you." I smile over at him. "Whose after you though?"

"Dico, Dunn, then Don Vito. You still suck." He leaves my room.

To seem busy during the day I clean the house up just to please my mom since she hates when the house is even last a tad dirty. When I was finally done I see Ryan show up for his shift to watch my dad. "What are you making?" He walks over to me after clocking in.

"Coffee, and I can because Dico is out there eating in front of my dad." I say putting the sugar in stirring it.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He takes my cup going outside and Dico leaves.

"I didn't make that for you!" I shout towards the door making myself another cup then join them outside.

Are you going to the concert with them?" My dad asks as I move the bag of chips away from his reach.

"Yes/No" Ryan and me look at each other.

"I'm not going." I tell him.

"Why? It's not like you have anything else to do."

"You really are gonna trust Vito alone with him? Two fatties who eat constantly?" I laugh getting a hard slap from my dad.

"Watch your mouth, young lady." He gives me a look.

I stare at him shocked why I get hit for what I said when Bam gets away with every rude thing he says to him. "Sorry, Phil." I stand up going back inside.

"Why are you pissed off?" Bam asks walking into the kitchen.

"Phil." I bump past him.

"Did you just call your father Phil?" My mom asks as I pass her.

"Yes, April." I go up the stairs to my room looking through my clothes.

"She never calls you both by your names." Bam looks at his mom, who was surprised by the sudden name call. Bam goes outside to see Ryan bitching to Phil about hitting Annabelle. "You hit Anna, why?" Bam asks his dad.

"She called me and Don Vito fatties who eat constantly." Phil tells him while Ryan gives him a dirty look.

"I call you fat all the time!" Bam finds the reasoning stupid.

"But she never does so it's disrespectful." Phil tells him.

"You didn't have to hit her." Bam goes back inside jogging up to his sisters room. When he opens the door he sees her dressed up. "Where are you going?" He eyes her.

"Out." She goes to do her makeup.

"Out where?" He walks all the way into her room.

"Out and about. Most likely a bar. Somewhere were Phil won't be."

"Stop saying his name it's weird hearing it come from you. That's my job not yours." He tells her.

"Boohoo." She stands up grabbing her bag.

"You're leaving now? It's not even five yet." He says as she passes him.

"I can go out to eat." She jogs down the stairs. "I'll be back later." She shouts going out the door.

"Where is she going?" April asks Bam.

"Out to eat then a bar." Bam goes back outside.

"Where is she going?" Ryan asks watching Annabelle drive off fast.

"Eat then the bar."

"Why didn't you just asked her to come with us to the show?" Ryan asks thinking it's better if she was with them pissed off then out alone.

"She had her mind made up."

When I got to a small restaurant I take a seat alone looking through the menu. When the waiter comes over he takes a seat across from me. "Phil's not around is he?" I look up to see an old friend from school.

"He's at home and I plan on eating here so you can serve me."

"How have you been? How was Ireland?" He leans back in he seat.

"Good and good. Lived there for most of my years away then stayed in LA for a few months mostly with someone since I was staying in the worst place." I explain to him. "Oh and you can start me off with water." I smile at him.

"Yes, ma'am." He gets up going to get me a water then brings it back to I tell him what I want to eat.

While I eat he sits down having a conversation with me, eating my fries from time to time. When I was done he said he was getting off his shift, so he asked if he could tag along with me to the bar. I of course said yes because it would be nice to talked to someone than being alone.

"You know I never believed Austin." Adam tells me after a few rounds and hours of drinking.

"Could have fooled me. You didn't talk to me after he started the lies."

"The dick is my cousin and my whole family didn't want anything to do with you. He said if he saw me talking to you he'd tell my parents." He tells me crap.

"A good friend wouldn't care what their parents thought. The only person who was on my side from the moment lies were being told and me not having to say my side was Ryan. And you know what? That's all that matters to me. Because to be honest he was the only person, who I honestly cared about how they thought and saw me." I say finishing my last drink.

"You only cared because you were in love with idiot." He says as I stand up after paying for my drinks.

"I wasn't in love with him." I turn to leave.

"Yes, you were. Anytime I asked you to hangout, or what did you do, and shit... Dunn's name always came out of your mouth." He follows me out.

"He's my brothers best friend, who was and still around everyday, and I hung out with my brother. Plus Ryan was my friend too." I stop at my car.

"Let me rephrase it... Dunn's name always came out of your mouth with a smile and blushed cheeks."

"Why does it matter if I liked him or not? You sound jealous which is stupid because back then I told you I didn't like you like that. I still don't." I get in my car driving home.

When I get home is we it was packed and looked like Bam invited the whole concert. "Excuse me. Excuse me. Get the fuck out of my way!" I try to make my way through a small crowd of people standing around my car since they only moved for me to park.

"Annabelle!" I hear Ryan shout my name then him run over to me. "You've been gone for about seven hours?"

"So what? Is it not like me? Is it Bam's job?" I ask in a mocking tone. "Guess what? I don't fucking care!" I snap shoving past him.

"It's about time you got home." My mom crosses her arms at me.

"Don't give me shit for going out all night when fucking Bam brings this bullshit here. I'm aloud to have fun too, Ape. You always let him get away with shit but never me! You pulled me aside and chew me out every time I did something like Bam. I was raise to care about school, and luckily I was just smart to where I didn't really have to try. I had to do chores in order to even go outside with Bam... while he never had a single one. The list can go on. And now I get in trouble for using your names when he's been using them for years! You three are one of the three reasons I moved away and I only came back because of some abusive dick." I snap letting all the words leave my drunken mouth before going to my room.

Since it was so loud downstairs, I grab the bat from behind my door swinging it at the wall repeatedly till the anger was out of me.

- - - : It's been months since you left but I keep thinking about you. Wished you stayed longer. Sorry I'm drunk and came across your name in my phone.

I read the message as my phone went off.

Annie: I'm drunk too but I should have taken your offer.

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oncasette · 1 year

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a lil request: climbing into bed with Phil after a long day of work.. 🥰

let me show you everything i know

summary: 0.5k

You’re not sure when the lamp was turned off or when Phil’s breathing had gotten heavier or, even, when your eyes had shut, but the next time you’re conscious of what’s happening your husband has thrown his body almost completely over top of yours and your legs have intertwined themselves with his.

or the one where you come home to phil after a long day

warnings: none

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You think your bones have turned into jelly. Or a watery jell-o. Thick and goopy with exhaustion so prevalent it’s worked its way into your bloodstream. Your shoes have already been kicked off, forgotten by the door along with your purse and your keys and your brain, probably.

Phil’s already in bed when you shuffle into the room. He’s leaned up against the headboard with his well-worn copy of Wuthering Heights in hand, reading glasses drooping over his nose and a threadbare t-shirt you’re nearly dying to curl into.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says as he lazily stamps his bookmark–the receipt he’d gotten at the coffee shop last saturday–between the pages before he sets it on his nightstand.

You offer him some semblance of a hum in response, tripping over your own feet as you drag yourself to the closet. Your skirt comes off first–the zipper only getting stuck once on its way down your thighs–then your shirt and your stockings and the bobby pins that’d started to ache at the base of your skull.

“You okay?” he asks. His palm sweeps his brow as he watches you.

“Fine, baby,” you sigh as you riffle through Phil’s t-shirt drawer. You’re not sure which one you’re looking for. Not really looking for a specific one at all, really, but you grab his old high school football shirt quicker than you probably should’ve. “Long day.”

Slipping the thin cotton over your head, you keep your arms from going through the holes and undo your bra beneath the new warmth. You pull it out from under the shirt, nearly missing the low whistle your husband gives you from the few feet separating you from the bed. “Long day, huh?” he asks. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Just people being annoying. Bill started-” “Bill’s an asshole,” he interjects with a scoff, opening the covers for you to slip beneath them as he lowers himself down further into the sheets. “Always fucking hated Bill.”

“Bill is an asshole, but that wasn’t the point of my story,” you say as you slide in beside him and the covers fall over your frame. Phil’s like a space heater. He warms you faster than the sun in July, leaving you to melt into him as you continue. “So, as I was saying. Bill started complaining about how…” A yawn interrupts your statement.

“Sorry,” Another one. Smaller, this time. “Started complaining about the catering choices Margie had picked out for lunch tomorrow and…” He lets you speak uninterrupted. Nearly. He coughs out one more comment about how much he hates Bill and how small his dick must be, but other than that you’re left to ramble as you please.

“Phil,” you whisper.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he says, and you do, miraculously, without another thought of lousy your day had been.

#phil wenneck #phil wenneck x reader #phil wenneck drabble #bradley cooper #bradley cooper x reader #the hangover #the hangover imagine

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vernxnsfool · 2 years

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Seventeen as Despicable Me Characters

Seungcheol as Margo

protectors/leaders of their younger siblings

outspoken

stands/speaks up for others

nice but will fight you if you mess w her sisters.

Jeonghan as scarlet overkill

i mean what else can i say

fashion sense: check

villain: check

what more do you need

joshua as dave

plays the guitar

gets action ( but only in his daydream’s)

(same)

jun as Agnes

sweetheart

isn’t the baby in svt but gives baby energy (EXCEPT FOR LIMBO LIKE WHAT)

makes weird noises

does weird things

but all while being really really cute

hoshi as vector

dork

looks good in flashy colors

has a fascination for literal deadly animals

like man’s legit has SHARKS in his FLOOR

wonu: edith

does this need an explanation lol

woooooooooZi as gru

tries to be macho tough guy but is actually a softie when he loves you

K of D(eez nuts) as lucy

LIPSTICK TAZERRRRR

don’t tell me you can’t see dk doing that omg

pretty

looks good in blue

sweetheart

beanpole: Tim

tallest minion

some of y’all might argue antonio but HARD MINGYU IS A SHOW

mINGYU IS A PUPPY.

case closed.

hao: kyle

will fight you

but also will love you

booyonce: Phil (maid outfit)

gets into character so well

vernooooooooooon: Carl

siren, siren, siren, wey-oh wey-oh

yes my only reasoning for this is back it up.

t-rex: antonio?

might be young but man’s has game.

dancing king.

back to masterlist

#seventeen fluff #svt as #seventeen as #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #minions #siren siren siren #seventeen imagines #svt memes #seventeen memes

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indouloureux · 2 years

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𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 (drabbles)

smut indicated by**

(go to drabbles masterlist for request guidelines!)

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main masterlist; drabbles masterlist

— scroll through them here

eddie sleeping between reader's legs while reading

eddie ft. self acceptance

eddie being a big brother and patching up dustin's wounds

eddie coming back to his brother

finding eddie in your room and smoking

painting eddie's nails

eddie knows you like him and tries to get a confession out of you

patching your enemy, eddie munson after a fight

dad!eddie and his daughter dressing up as him

thigh riding eddie during shark week**

punishing eddie during an argument**

"lying doesn't suit you sweetheart"

eddie teaching his daughter how to play guitar

eddie comforts you after ending a toxic friendship

eddie moving his campaign so you could practice

eddie takes notice of the new girl (plus sized!reader)

eddie confuses your kindness with flirting

eddie and your cuteness aggression

eddie misses something big in your life and breaks his promise

makeup sex with eddie**

eddie munson gives the best fucking head**

eddie going into the wrong hole**

soft sex with eddie**

eddie getting blowjobs when he gets a D+**

helping drunk eddie with his problem**

honeymoon with eddie**

mean!dom!eddie punishing you for being a brat**

eddie sewing your shirt back together

eddie and his cat, ozzy

eddie loves to hold your hand**

eddie + amazon**

eddie taking care of you when you're sick

eddie has not eaten your ass in days ft. poppy**

toxic!eddie taking your virginity**

eddie + size kink**

eddie sees you wearing his shirt and jerks off**

shy!reader loses their virginity to eddie**

you remove the crusts from eddie's bread and he loves you

needy!eddie**

going on a date with eddie and you beg him to touch you**

eddie on tour with his band and he calls you**

assplay with eddie**

eddie comforting you from a panic attack

wayne thinks eddie's nervousness is amusing

eddie loses you in the crowd

eddie gripping your ass while you ride him**

experimenting with chrissy and eddie (kinda) blackmails you**

cockwarming eddie while doing your homework**

eddie + piledriver position**

eddie tells you something mean and he lets you hit him to make up for his mistake

eddie + rimming**

mechanic!eddie having his way with you**

drunk!clingy!eddie

eddie calling you mama in any other opportunity**

eddie and inexperienced!reader**

eddie helping you get your tampon out

eddie fucking you in prone position**

eddie loves your height

eddie jerks off while touching you**

eddie gets your attention like a cat

eddie & innocent!reader (concept)**

insecure!eddie being reassured

domesticity with eddie

eddie keeps staring at you

overstimulated!eddie**

eddie in missionary**

facefucking with eddie**

eddie in a crop top

eddie is a messy kisser

eddie tells you to leave your husband**

punishing eddie ft. poppy**

you want to melt into eddie

dad!eddie but he's like phil dunphy

eddie and his attempt at comforts

eddie reassuring you, and tells you that he likes it when you're yourself

eddie's aftershow**

best friend's brother**

you pay eddie in another way**

eddie having a bad day and you try to help**

steddie forgetting something important

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mcyt-peach · 2 years

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the harvest party

*:･ﾟ summary: after the annual harvest party, Sapnap decides some relaxation is in order

*:･ﾟ pairing: cc!sapnap x gn!reader

*:･ﾟ warnings: none

*:･ﾟ note: Sapnap is such a sweetheart I just know he'd do the most romantic stuff without even realizing it

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The Harvest Party happened at the end of every summer, when the temperatures started to dip and all the honey had been brought up from the hives. This was your first year working the Harvest Party, and while it was hard work, the event mostly went off without a hitch.

The day ended and after cleaning up the store and taking out the trash, you were ready to lock up and relax. The keys turned to lock up the front door when you heard shouts and laughter coming from the side of the building.

A small firepit sat in the center of the group, lighting up their smiling faces. Sapnap turned to look at you, waving you over to his side.

You were never sure why you couldn’t resist Sapnap. Maybe it was his kind demeanor or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, but you found yourself walking towards the crowd.

Sapnap lifted his arm and you settled under it, before he wrapped it back around you. You’re distantly aware when he looks at you that his face was far too flushed to be just the heat of the fire.

Before you could chime into whatever conversation your coworkers were having, Sapnap tucks his chin in to talk to you. “How was your day, sweetheart.”

There was a time when you were convinced he called you the pet name just to annoy you. But as time passed and you got to know him better, it became clear he was just a flirt.

Letting out the sigh you’d been holding all day, you relaxed further into his shoulder, ready to recount your hectic shift. “I guess it was good, very busy, but good. Still, you wouldn’t believe how many people tried to order at the register. I mean, there’s a sign that tells them to order outside!”

He huffs out a light laugh, still keeping quiet enough to not disturb the others. “Seems like you need a break then, huh?”

You hum in agreement, getting ready to settle into his side before you’re jostled out of position. He stands and looks back at you, telling you to follow without saying any words.

Sapnap leads you towards the biggest barn and you furrow your brows in confusion. The moon barely reaches the barn and Sapnap disappears inside it.

“Sap, if this is some prank, I’ll tell Dream about the time you rolled down the hill into a hive.” You can hear him laugh to your side before a click catches your attention.

Suddenly, the barn is bathed in the warm glow of the twinkle lights wrapped around its beams. Everything looks golden under the light and all the farm equipment is cleared from the floor.

The sound of crackling draws your eyes away from the ceiling. Sapnap stands hunched over by an old radio, trying to coax some sound out of it.

An old love song finds its way through the static and he turns towards you with an accomplished smile. He makes his way to the center of the floor, where you stand, holding out a hand for you to take.

Fighting down your blush, you place your hand in his. His movements are slow, like he’s trying not to frighten you.

He looks at your face, waiting for you to meet his eyes before he puts a hand on your waist. He leads you around to the slow beat of the song and somewhere in your swaying you find the courage to place your hand on his shoulder.

“Phil had us clear out the barn, in case there wasn’t enough space for people to eat.” There was your Sap, always willing to go the extra mile for others’ comfort.

“You mean you didn’t set up this elaborate dance hall just for me?” You stick out your bottom lip, feigning a hurt expression.

“Oh, come on, darling, you know I’d take you dancing every day if I could.” He draws you in closer to him by your waist, spinning you around the barn and pulling wild laughter from your chest.

You've never met a flirt like Sapnap, and you start to think he's only a flirt for you.

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Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 28 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 29

Summary : Loki reveals some truth about his disturbing past on Asgard.

Warning : mentions of cheating. It's an Au btw keep that in mind.

You slept in that freezer that night, holding him close to you. When you woke up you realized that it was Sunday and you would be able to enjoy the whole day with him. Just the two of you, Cat was still at Phil's so you decided to pick her up in the evening.

When he opened his eyes, he rubbed it with the back of his hand, he always did that and you found it really adorable. He looked at your disheveled state and it made him blush. He really ripped the dress he got for you, but then he didn't feel too upset about it. He'd buy you everything you'd ever need.

"Cold? Want me to warm you little kitten?" He whispered softly as he snuggled you into him, your heart soared at the gentleness, you have never been treated with such care.

"Mmm yes please, you know it's Sunday today?" He lifted his head up to look at you and smiled. The day just got more blessed for him.

"A whole day with my darling girl? That makes me happy sweetheart" you giggled and after cuddling for a few minutes, he picked you up so you could both get showered.

"We have ruined that freezer, I don't think that can be returned ever again" he chuckled as you said that. You didn't want to cook so you ordered a pizza. That wasn't the healthiest idea but it was Sunday and you just wanted to indulge a little.

You both were on the couch, you had your head down on his lap, the greatest hits album by Queen was playing on the cassette player. He was caressing your scalp with his fingers and your fingers played with the marks on his chest, he purred every time you touched a sensitive spot, sometimes you did miss the time you had spent with him in the beginning of your relationship. He didn't speak but somehow that never made you feel as if something was missing.

You noticed that he was lost in his thoughts so you sat up, looped your arm around his neck, and placed your head down on his shoulder

"What's bothering you bluey?" You mumbled softly while your fingers played with the marks and veins of his forearms.

"How do you know? I did not say anything" he smiled and that made you smile too.

"You don't have to say it, you never had to speak to me for me to hear you, remember?" His eyes teared up as he heard that.

"Mmhmm I am just.. thinking about Stark" you looked at him as you sensed the worry and fear in his voice.

"About him hurting me?" He looked down, pulled you on his lap and pressed his head down on your chest

"That yes, I don't want anyone to take you away from me again, what if I am not there darling? What if I fail to protect you?" his voice was so small, so meak in your ears so you grabbed the back of his neck and made him look at you

"You can never fail, never. I just don't understand people like Stark, why can't they just leave you alone?" you kissed his forehead and he wrapped his arms around your waist

"They want me because I'm different, they detest me but at the same time they know what I am capable of, they know that I'm useful, usable, humans want to own everything beneficial to them" you nodded as he said that. His words bothered you alot you because you didn't want him to lose his faith in mankind after what has happened. Sure there were bad horrible people like Stark and Rogers, but there were also people like Phil, Bruce and Natasha.

"Was it like this on Asgard too? Or different. Do you have more people like you there?" He shook his head then he chuckled.

"Asgard? No there aren't more like me on Asgard, they are on a different realm though" you looked at him perplexed.

"Different realm? Which one?"

"Jotunheim" you hummed as he said that.

"So you are from jotunheim?" You got really confused because he told you that he was from Asgard. He never mentioned Jotunheim before. Sometimes it was really hard for you to believe that you were actually having such a conversation with a man that was blue and could do magic. If you had to explain all of this to someone you didn't think you'd be able to.

"I am ..it's complicated darling" he mumbled and you could see that he was trying to avoid the subject. He didn't really like talking about his home and his past.

"You can share whenever you are ready, okay?" He nodded as you said that. He really wanted to tell you everything, but he didn't know how. He lived a certain life for thousand years and then it was all taken away from him, though he was raised hiding behind the shadow of Thor, he knew there was one person that loved him entirely. His mother. All of it was lies though, nobody loved him. Not even Frigga. He was just a pawn, just a child that nobody wanted or cared for.

You hugged him tightly and when you heard the knock on the door you got up from his lap. Pizza with the tea that he made was delicious. He kept thinking about his past, he had tried to forget everything, tried to move on from the betrayal, lies and all the pain that came with it but it always was there in the back of his mind. You never forget the incidents that changes the course of your life.

While you were making lunch, he held you from behind and kept you close, you were the only thing keeping him calm after everything that has happened in past few months. He changed his form so he was able to tolerate the heat much better.

You made him taste the sauce you were making for the pasta and he moaned in response, that was enough.

"You ripped the dress I wanted to keep it" you giggled and he smiled.

"I shall get you another my kitten"

The pet name always made you flush. Ever since yesterday he was only thinking of your safety, he cannot let anyone harm you again. If he have to follow you to work and back then he will do it without a qualm. After lunch you laid down on the bed with him. You wanted to know about his past but you didn't want to force him, you wanted him to open up on his time and all of a sudden he started to speak.

"I had a father and a mother, King of Asgard, the all father, the god Odin was my father. Frigga the goddess of love, Queen of Asgard was my mother" the way he used the past tense in his sentences didn't give you a good feeling about this. You still had a hard time believing that these people actually existed somewhere.

"Thor, the god of thunder, first born of Odin, his heir for the throne was my brother"

"Thor exists?" You looked at him wide eyed and he nodded.

"I, Loki, the god of mischief and chaos, used to be the youngest prince of Asgard" and all of a sudden it all made sense. The way he talked and carried himself with so much grace was proof of his royal upbringing.

"What happened to you bluey? you can talk to me, you know that right?" He nodded and his grip on your waist got tighter.

"I was always raised with a belief that I was born to be a King and so was Thor but ever since I remember, Thor was the son my father wanted. He didn't care about me as much as he cared about Thor, I wasn't strong or muscular enough according to asgardian standards. It's a place full of men who are always ready for a brawl and would lead the war for the smallest disagreements" you caressed his cheeks and hummed in response, you were trying to process everything.

"The natives of Jotunheim, the frost giants were our scorned enemies, we both were raised to believe that frost giants were monsters, out to harm us and all the realms and it was upto us to keep them from destroying all the realms. I was raised to hate them, my own kind, I wasn't a full asgardian you see" your eyes flickered with anger as you heard him. Did they not tell him that he was adopted? Why would they allow him to hate his own kind.

"What do you mean Blu?" You asked him softly and his eyes teared up but he continued.

"When I turned a thousand year old, I got extremely sick. Hot weather always bothered me, but never like that, it never hurt me so drastically. I didn't know what was happening. I was lost, confused, I wasn't getting any better. I was also very–umm concupiscent" you scrunched your brows as he said that.

"What does that mean?" You perched yourself on your elbows while the fingers of your other hand caressed his cheek

"Very lustful, sexually stimulated all the time" your mouth opened in a meak oh as you realised what he meant

"I had this overwhelming urge to mate with someone, that has never happened to me, not even when I was adulting so i fornicated with half of Asgard, I'm not proud of it but I was trying to cure myself, the matter was too embarrassing to bring up to a healer but nothing worked. I would feel a temporary relief but it didn't go away, I was still ill, so I approached my mother and asked her if Thor went through the same thing on his thousandth birthday, the look on her face gave it away, that's when I knew that something wasn't right with me"

His eyes teared up more and the tears fell so you wiped them away quickly.

"I was in heat because I was half a frost giant, that's what giants go through when they turn a millenium"

"Half a frost giant?" You asked him confused as it didn't make any sense to you.

"I was born out of a love affair between my mother Frigga and the king of Jotunheim, laufey. Not the Odinson, I was laufeyson, I always was, they all knew, Odin knew, that's why he never cared of me"

Your eyes widened as you heard that. And for a moment you wished that it was the end of the revelation but the whole truth was even uglier.

What they did to him after that was something you wouldn't even wish on your worst enemy. They had him for a millenium and they threw him out as soon as he became a minor inconvenience.

He was just a pawn for them, birthed and raised for a purpose.

A purpose that he swore to never fulfill.

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