#this is steves OH in italics moment

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(the eyes, chico, they never lie)

[munsster]

hii!! i'd like to request a steve harrington x fem!reader fic pls <33 reader confesses to steve, but he says he doesn't like her. then reader's all 'okay fine, i'm gonna move on' and when she actually does that, steve is 🥺 lots of angst please and some steve grovelling teehee <33

gut feeling

A/N: okay yes 😏 i screwed this up the littlest bit, but i hope it still tickles ur fancy. also i’ve seen this done for king!steve and i wanted to write it for s4 steven

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have big feelings for Steve, he’s just not sure he feels the same way. 3.6k words.

Warnings: angst, but it resolves into fluff, unrequited love trope, lots of feelings, friends to lovers?, CURSING!, italics, established friendship, feat. Keith 😑

"You think it would be gross if we kissed?"

Steve thinks you might actually sound hurt, but he also thinks the face he's making is hilarious beyond belief: kind of contorted and screwed inward, nose scrunched and trying really hard to batten down a grin. You glare at him from the passenger's seat, arms crossed tight over your green Family Video vest.

You think he's wonderful despite his naiveté. If only he knew how handsome you thought he was, all caramel locks and big brown eyes and the kind of smile that reaches his eyes before he's even thought of it. No wonder he has an ego up to the moon. No wonder he still manages to weasel his way into the creases and crevices of any living creature's heart. Even yours. Hell, especially yours.

"Yeah, duh!"—and he's so sure of it, you could cry—"You're like the little sister I never had!"

You chuckle but you look like you're about to hurl yourself out of the car or get yourself arrested for manslaughter. Thank God he's only a block away from your house, or he'd never see the light of day again. Does he really think of you like that? The soft laughter peters out into a grating silence that burns right down your throat and feels like hard metal settling in your lungs.

He doesn't dare glance over at you. He only bites down hard around nothing and grimaces, eyes set hard on the lines dashing beneath the grill of his car. Jesus Christ, he does not think of you like that. And he begs whatever stupid pride is keeping him steady in this nonexistent pissing contest to leave it be, but its jaw is set in the tender meat of the game.

"Don't have to be so jovial about it," you grumble.

"What?"

"Mine's on the left," you grumble, nodding out the window. Oh, he's definitely in trouble. You only ignore him like this when he's done something boyish to a fault.

"I know. I drive you home every—hey!"

"Bye," you coo, booking it up the steps to your door, refusing to turn over your shoulder for fear that you'll burst into tears upon seeing him smile or frown or crack the slightest look of confusion.

He watches you slam the door and rolls the passenger window up with a frustrated sigh. Where the Hell did that come from and why. All while you're sitting against the foot of your bed, chattering into the phone at Robin, still wearing your uniform and tugging at strands of your hair as expletives weave themselves between every three words.

"Oh my Fucking God, I'm so fucking embarrassed right now, Robs—Does he—? Does he think I'm some sort of fuckin' baby? I just don't—"

"He's just being Steve, okay? He probably didn't mean it—"

"The way he looked at me, Robin, I felt like a fucking imbecile. Of all the dickheads in the world I could fall for, my heart chose Harrington? Maybe I'm the idiot." You sigh and kick your feet out, the frustration winding up new nerves and letting them go like tight springs to fling out over your body.

She sighs and it rattles through the grainy speaker. "You're not an idiot; he has his moments. Don't beat yourself up, you know how he gets. He's probably not thinking straight, just... tell him? The worst he can say is—"

"That I'm like a sister to him? Oh, how delightful. That's even worse than just flat out admitting I'm unattractive."

"You're not unattractive, don't do that."

"I am to him," you groan.

"Hey," she hums after a beat of crackling silence. You close your eyes and grip the sickly yellow receiver a little tighter.

"I really like him."

"I know."

"And it sucks."

"I know." The other end rustles and you let out a curt sigh just as you move to stand. "I love you, and I'm here for you. Especially when dumb boys make you feel like shit. You'll always be the most amazing and most beautiful girl in my life, don't forget that."

"Thank you. I'll see you, Robs."

"Take it easy."

—

Steve wakes up to an ache in his neck and a soreness in his knuckles. You didn't call him last night. And he's assuming you didn't call him before school this morning because his alarm clock flashes eleven, first period starts at eight-thirty, and the tone his ancient landline emits is shrill enough to deafen a man. Let alone wake him up in a cold sweat. He concocts a sick feeling in his stomach of burnt orange shame and maroon guilt because he has to wait until closing shift tonight to explain himself to you.

But by then, he's feeling spiteful. You weren't home when he went to pick you up and he waited ten minutes and knocked on the door in bulk. Until someone who was not you answered and told him that you'd gotten a ride with some jerk from the Hawkins High football team. That's not how it was originally said, but that's how he heard it. So you're avoiding him? It makes him spit up a little in his mouth, and he's going about twenty over the speed limit the entire way to make it on time.

By the time he can fling open the glass door and hear the sound of the tiny bell, he spots you in the back corner with a stack of tapes under your arm. Listening to music. To drown him out. And it makes him frown. Six hours. That's how long he'd have to endure this, then he could go home and not call you and not be able to sleep.

The casette in your Walkman can only run for so long, right? But he watches you rewind it after an hour and a half and slumps against the front desk when you grab a new stack of tapes from behind him. He simmers down after the first half of the shift, and of course, the fact that you won't talk to him rubs him the wrong way, but what's even worse is that now you're bumming rides off of losers on the worst football team in all of Indiana.

He gets worked up thinking about that guy's motivation and how many times he probably tried to make a pass at you. Steve would never do that to you. Even if he wanted to, he's a gentleman at heart. He could beat that jerk to a pulp just imagining him giving you the look. God forbid that sucker puts his hands on you. Steve would get charged with battery before ever letting that happen.

It's not like he can say anything to you about it either. He's pissed, and he knows himself. He'd get all angry and confrontational, and you deserve better than that. It's his fault you got there first, and it's his fault you got to stocking, and it's his fault you're tuning him out. But he didn't think what he said last night would be worth all that trouble.

"If you keep up the optic blast, I'm gonna buy you a ruby-quartz visored monocle." And that droning voice could only belong to one overbearing manager.

"What do you need, Keith?" Steve grumbles, and out of the corner of his eye, he catches you looking to the front of the store to watch the encounter with a smirk.

"Duty calls, Harrington. Corporate sent us more shelf space. Need someone to unload it into the office," Keith murmurs, shooting a glance your way, "And, uh... it's kind of unwieldy, so get the kid to help you out."

It makes Steve's eye twitch because you're not some kid. And if you heard Keith refer to you as such, you'd unleash a fleet of curses on him. Only Steve is allowed to call you that. Because it's funny, duh. You're a year younger than him, obviously he's going to use that to his comedic advantage. Oh.

He lets out a sigh—"alright"—and leaves Keith to man the front while he skirts to the back of the store and leads you by the hand through the office.

"'The Hell, Harrington?" you hiss, but you keep your fingers locked between Steve's, abandoning the rest of the tapes on Keith's desk and jogging to catch up with his stride. As forward and demanding as his grip may be, you have to admit, the warmth of his palm is comforting and it makes your heart race because you've never held hands with Steve before. And in any other circumstance, you might've been able to enjoy it a little more.

"Keith told me to tell you that you have to help me bring a shelf in from the truck."

"Oh, I have to?" you bark, now pulling your hand away and putting your headphones around your neck once you exit through the back door with him. "And you didn't think to give me a warning before yanking on my arm?"

"Yes, you have to, and maybe if you weren't listening to that shit so loud, you would've been in the loop." It comes out far more harsh than he intended, and that was exactly what he was afraid of happening in a confrontation with you. His brow softens, and the tension in his upper back and jaw dissipates into his own self-pity party. "And I didn't yank on your arm. Or at least I didn't mean to, so I'm sorry for that much."

Steve hops up into the truck and offers you a hand you don't take as much as you both wish you would have. Because he looks like a kicked puppy, and you have to stop yourself from cheering yourself on. Maybe this will be your first literal step towards getting over him. Once and for all.

After about fifteen minutes of heaving and ho-ing, the two of you manage to haul the shelf into the office as per Keith's request. He was right: it was unwieldy. The awkward grip spots caused a lot of overlap, and you both flinched away from the physical contact in a matter of milliseconds. But Steve couldn't deny he felt bad, and you couldn't deny that you definitely still had feelings for him.

You grab your previously abandoned stack of tapes to scurry out of the office, but Steve stops you by the elbow. And you glare back at him.

"Sorry. The... yanking, I know"—he shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down—"Look, I'm not entirely sure what happened last night in the car, but it clearly made you uncomfortable, and I'd like to apologize."

He can see the neurons firing when he looks you in the eye, but he can also see that his apology wasn't effective in the slightest. Because you're still anger-ridden and fuming at him. You put your headphones on and go back to restocking shelves.

He checks the digital clock above the door. Two hours till eleven. Great.

And they creep by like refrigerated molasses. Second by second. Every time he glances at the clock, only a minute has passed. Eventually, though, he starts cleaning up for closing: vacuuming, cleaning the windows, fixing the display. And he finds himself getting a little more efficient at checking tapes back in and rewinding them only so you'll cruise by the front—scowling at him, but nonetheless at him—to grab a new stack and shelf it.

Five minutes to closing and a sleek, blue sedan pulls into the parking lot, and you practically beam at it, grinning and skipping to the front. You grab your bag from under the counter next to Steve's hip and shove your Walkman into it.

"You know, my car works perfectly fine," he grumbles, "don't have to replace me with some football jerk." He knows that struck a nerve because your smile immediately flickers away into a squint.

"That football jerk is bilingual, a painter, and lets me listen to the music I like in his car."

"But that's not the rules," he whines, desperately defending himself against some sports guy who's probably taking advantage of you.

"Well, I like him and he's nice to me." You sling your bag over your shoulder triumphantly, marching towards the door.

Steve is aghast at the implication. He thought you liked listening to the radio. Plus he took Spanish and art for the required two years, it's not that great of an achievement.

Still, he sputters out, "Yeah, well—"

You wave over your shoulder. "Later, Steve."

Since when did he become such a loser.

He watches jerk-face open the car door for you then glance over to wave at him with a perfect smile and perfect hair and perfect manners. What an asshole. Steve does not wave back.

—

"That's the kinda guy she likes?" he fusses into the phone, palming his face while Robin chuckles on the other line. This whole time he thought for sure you liked the self-assured, cocky, college-age boy type. And now you're dating a high schooler. Come on, jerk-face is not even that good looking.

"First of all, they're not dating. Second of all, don't lie to make yourself feel better; even I can admit he's basically a Greek god," Robin says, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Third... why do you care? You’re acting like it’s your job to protect her, but it’s not. She’s an adult now, you know, she can take her of herself.”

He lets out a puff of air through his nose, blinking hard and leaning into the pale yellow receiver. Then mumbling: "She told you."

And she replies, cheerily: "Yup."

"Well—! I just... don't want to see her get hurt. I know that type of guy. I used to be that type of guy. He's bad news, I can tell."

"Right,” Robin scoffs, “It's definitely not because you love her.”

"I don't love her. She's just a baby, and we don't even like the same things. It would never work out between us, there's no connection." They both know it’s a lame excuse, but it’s worked up until this moment. It’s worked since the day you met. You’re too young, the end. Sure, you can be cute sometimes, but you’re also a pain in the ass and you two could never get along long enough to stitch together a real relationship.

But Robin sees through all of that shit. And she’s over it.

“Okay, maybe, but she listens when you talk about cars, and you buy the albums she likes even when she only mentions them once. Plus, you both love Dustin like he's an extra limb”—she’s right, you love that kid to death and Lord knows Steve looks after him like a son—“I think as much as you wretch and complain over her being too young and the connection not 'being there', it seems like you try an awful lot to get her to like you."

He immediately rejects the idea with a scoff.

"Of course I’d want a cool person to like me, old fuckin’ habits die hard. But that's all. She's cool and has a good sense of style and tells the best jokes and makes me feel smart and listens to me, and right now I'm feeling pretty crazy because maybe I do love her and I blew it because... because? Because I don’t know why—but she's probably sitting in some jerk's car listening to her favorite songs and watching him paint the sunset while speaking Spanish or whatever."

Robin closes her eyes, and Steve’s annoyed by the fact that he can hear her smirking. "Jesus Christ, I need to start charging you idiots for my time"—and she sighs—"Just... tell her all that cheese. And maybe throw in an apology or two. I don't know, do what you usually do when you pick up girls.”

He’s frustrated. And annoyed. But he throws a thanks at her anyway and stomps down the stairs and to his beamer. It’s not until he’s shrouded in the piercing light of the convenience store that he realizes three things: he’s still in his work uniform, it’s midnight, and he’s pretty sure he does love you. He grabs a bouquet, not even realizing it’s a bouquet of amaryllis and baby’s breath—he’d prefer roses, but ‘tis not the season, as the cashier told him.

Minutes later, he’s muttering under his breath like he’s mad, waiting for someone to answer your door. And thank God you do.

“Steve—?”

“Oh, shit, did I—were you—?”

“Oh, no, I was just…”—thinking about him—“nothin’. What’re you doing here?”

He pushes a furious hand through his hair, then tucks a chunk behind his ear, worrying at his bottom lip. More nervous than he’s been in his whole life. Then he flashes those soft brown eyes at you, and you’re toast. You step onto your doormat and shut the door behind you because he starts into his sentence like a blazing fire:

"I feel so stupid, and I’m sorry for saying you're like a little sister to me; I don’t believe that, and it couldn’t be further from the truth. You're not like a sister to me, you're like the only thing that matters and I feel like I wanna learn another language for you and take a cooking class for you and listen to your music with you. I just, I mean I’m trying to say you make me want to be a better person, and I feel like I’m already a better person whenever I’m around you. I... what I’m saying—and I promise I’m getting to it—is that I’m sorry for being so stupid and not seeing it before, but I think you're beautiful and I'd be honored if you'd forgive me and maybe consider letting me take you out sometime. Like on a date."

He’s breathing heavily, looking and feeling manic, and your eyes are wide as you slowly process his confession. It goes down like sweet wine, floral down your throat and settling in your tummy like candy. But still: what the fuck? Is he insane? Are you insane?

His hair is flopped to one side, and his work vest is snug around his shoulders. You step forward slowly, and the creases in his forehead seem to go smooth. And you point to the bouquet.

“For me?”

Steve glances down. "Oh, yeah, got em for you. Sorry they're not roses, it's not—"

"I love them, thank you."

He nods. And you smile. And despite how beautiful the soft pink and white flowers are, you’re not particularly focused on their safety when you hook your arms beneath his and rope him into a hug. It’s clearly just what he needed when he goes pliant and heavy against your chest, smiling into your neck as his hands wrap over your shoulders.

"I think we might both be stupid,” you whisper.

He chuckles. "Yup. Just a couple of stupids. Geez, what kinda pair are we?" You both pull away. Only to look at each other squarely. To see a smile creep and creep across the other’s face. And he cocks a brow and says, "By the way, worst twenty-four hours of my life—"

And that’s saying something after the last three years.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Steve, I was just so—"

"I know."

"So confused and disappointed, it was—"

"Torture, yeah, don't even think about doing that ever again,” he teases, pinching your side and scrunching his nose when you pinch him back.

"Yeah. Well, never tell me I’m like a little sister to you ever again.”

Gross.

"I don't plan on it"

With the slow bat of your lashes, and the tender curve of your lips, he can’t not think about kissing you. Not in this light. Not under the meddling moon, and not holding your waist like cupping pools of honey.

Then you look away. For all the shit you talk, he manages to make you far more shy than he ever anticipates. And it gives him butterflies to see you duck away.

"You know, I think you're pretty beautiful yourself, Harrington.”

Oh, he’s blushing now. The blood gushes hot to his face, he could sweat buckets right here and now. You can probably hear his heartbeat. Jesus Christ, what’ve you done to him? You can tell he’s nervous when he chuckles softly. "Does this mean I can start giving you rides again?"

You pretend to weigh your options. As if there would ever be a better alternative. "Only if you let me play my music sometimes.”

"Absolutely. I never liked the radio much anyway."

You let go of him only to cradle your bouquet in both hands, admiring the petals while Steve puts his hands back in his pockets.

"Then I'll see you later," he says. Grinning ear to ear, mind you.

"Yeah,” you coo, “I’ll see you."

With one hand on his shoulder, you plant a kiss on his willing cheek and let him go. But before he can make it to his car you holler, “Wait!” and he jogs back over to you.

"Did I forget somethin’?"

“Yeah,” you poke, "you forgot about our date."

He tilts his head a little, brows furrowed. "Our... our date? What do you mean our… Ohhhh”—he nods in understanding, suddenly hit with a wave of excitement and embarrassment—"Does tomorrow work? We could grab lunch or dinner or something and maybe stop by the arcade or—oh, the fair's in town, that could be kinda fun, unless you don't want to, I mean—"

"Steve?" you hum.

“Mhm?”

"I'd love to."

And suddenly his ego is miles through the roof; he's nodding and grinning and it’s like he can’t wait to wake up tomorrow just to see you again.

"Me too. Okay. Yeah! I'll see you then."

"Bye, Stevie.” You give him a small wave, and the shroud of plastic around the bouquet crinkles like the corners of his eyes at the idea of tomorrow.

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Meddle About

A/N: I'm contemplating on making this a series, telling me if you want more parts. His texts are in italics and reader's is in bold.

Pairing: Fem!college student x sugar daddy!steve

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption, age gap (R:21, S:29)

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Working and being a student is tough, you never seem to have a moment to yourself, so when one of you co-workers needs a shift and offers to take your saturday night double, you take it. Finally going out with your friends you encounter a strange man with a strange proposition.

-We only met each other just the other day But you already got me feeling some type of way Now, if I could figure it out I'd take you back to my house So we could meddle about-

You didn't let her take it back, as soon as you saw the text in the waitresses group chat you immediately agreed and texted Mia, your best friend and freshman dorm mate.

You and mia have been friends since your first year in college and now that you're finally in your senior year of college and are living together in a small apartment outside of campus.

She loves to go to bars on the weekends, you enjoy it- well you would if you had time.

You text Mia that you have tonight off, she quickly adds you to her plans.

When you arrive to your shared apartment you see some of your common friends in your living room. They're throwing back shots like it's water, pregaming for the long night.

You walk to your room getting ready for the night. You pull on a long sleeved, over the shoulders, black mini dress. Then you fix up your makeup from the day and strap on silver heels, before changing your jewelry from your day to day simple necklace to your thick small hoops and silver chain wrapped around your neck.

You join your friends on the couch for a couple of drinks before the time hits nine and you head out, walking down the street to a popular bar in town.

You arrive in no time. Joining the crowded bar, you and your friends find a booth to share and Mia goes to order you all drinks from the bar.

When Mia returns all of you quickly down your drinks and a couple head to the bathroom as you volunteer to go get the next round.

Travelling up to the bar you take in your surroundings, you sandwich yourself into a man around your age who you've seen around campus before and an older gentleman in a nice looking suit.

'Hey, can I get another round?" You lean against the bar, gaining the bartender's attention.

"'course." He nods as you motion to your table. You hand him your card, paying for the round. He gives it back and turns to make them.

You drum your fingers on the sticky bar impatiently. The next thing you know your fingers are wet with a sticky liquid that paints itself onto the bar.

"Oh shit- I'm so sorry, honey." The older gentleman hands you a napkin, helping you wipe down your arms.

"Oh! You're completely fine." You finish cleaning your arms with the napkin.

"I'm truly sorry, can I buy you a drink to make up for it?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Don't be sorry, I was an accident." You wave him off, "I'm okay, thank you though."

"Alright, then." He nods, sympathy still lingers in his gaze.

"Here, you are darling." The bartender hands you a tray with eight shots on them.

"Thanks," You nod to the bartender then your eyes shift to the man a couple years older than you, giving him a smile.

Sundays were usually their busiest days of the week, families having Sunday dinner together, or business meetings that lasted for hours.

The meetings were the worst and the people usually occupy their table for hours and even though they all have suits and expensive watches on they tip a measly five dollars.

Today had not been going great, a young couple having an anniversary wrote that the tip was $16, but they forgot to put it in correctly when adding below. So, no tip for you.

You're frustrated, you're sweaty, and your feet hurt.

You're ready to go home, but you have one table that just won't leave. It's a group of men, demanding that they are still waiting for their other co-worker. They've ordered twelve drinks in total of the five men. One Whiskey and Coke sits alone without the last man to claim it, the ice has probably long melted.

This tip better be worth your damn time or you might actually quit your job on the spot.

"Hey! Dollface!" He's addressing you, you know he's addressing you even though you had told him your name. But you still plant a smile upon your lips, turn and walk over to the group. "I need a refill."

"Of course." You give him your best smile as you take his drink that he dangles in front of you to refill. You get why the last coworker doesn't want to attend.

"Sorry I'm late." You hear a husky voice from behind you where you stand in front of the bar, grabbing Tony's attention for him to mix another drink.

You hear more from the table but you decide to do some of your side work so you don't have to do it when they leave and be here longer than you have to.

"Here you go." Tony slides the freshly made glass down the bar where you were whipping menus.

"Thanks T'." You nod as you grab the glass and make your way over to the table of men. "Here's that refill of the Old Fashioned. Are you gentleman ready to order?"

They all give you their order, "No Scallops, got it? No scallops."

"Yes, sir, I've got it." You send a sharp smile, writing down the rest of his order. When your eyes meet the last-newest member of the group his golden hazel eyes seem to be perplexed at her existence outside of the bar that they met at last night.

You get finally take in his looks, his slight stubble painting his jaw, his light brown hair that frames his face, the lines that seem to pull his lips into a smile."You get finally take in his looks, his slight stubble painting his jaw, his light brown hair that frames his face, the lines that seem to pull his lips into a smile.

He seems to also be studying her in the light.

You shake his stupid smile off your back as you nod and turn to head to the kitchen.

You take a sharp intake of breath as you enter the kitchen entering the men's orders into your tablet.

The kitchen closes in an hour so the kitchen staff are already starting to clean up the griddles.

They seem to sigh as you come in with your slip of demands.

"They've been here for an hour, they haven't ordered anything until this."

"I hate people." One of the cooks sighs as he takes the paper from your hand.

"You and me both."

The next couple of hours consisted of you refilling drinks, balancing plates to carry to the kitchen and sweeping.

You'd think the men would take a fucking hint that you're close to closing, when you start sweeping and flipping chairs.

Thirty minutes till closing and the men finally ask for their check. You have to hold back a sigh of relief as you nod and ask them if they'll be spliting it.

They are, so when you collect their checks you notice that seven of the men left no fucking tip.

You try not to scream.

There's two men left at the table, the man from last night and the one that is allergic to scallops. It looks like a hushed conversation.

The other two checks left fifteen percent of their ticket. It's something.

You lean against the bar, asking Tony for a drink as you rub your neck- you may have slept on it wrong last night.

When the last two men leave you notice something left on their table.

Underneath sat $200.

On your walk home you typed in the number and texted:

Thank you, you really didn't have to make it up to me

-It's no problem, I'm sorry we kept you from going home.

was I that obvious?

-I don't think so, they're also not very observant.

I may need to work on my acting skills if I want this line of work to work out!

-It may be a good investment. I'm Steve by the way.

You mentally scold yourself for the smile creeping on your lips. You type your name and hit send.

-hey, feel free to block me or curse me out, but I'm in town for three months and I have this banquet thing in three weeks, and I don't know anyone here and I have to bring a plus one.

You don't have any plan to chop me up in itty bitty pieces and scatter me across town so nobody will ever be able to find my entire body?

-That's oddly specific... has that personally happened to you before?

No, I watch a lot of crime shows.

-Ah, that explains it.

You pause before your building, are you seriously thinking about doing this?

Alright, If I agree to this what do I get in return?

-Straight to the point, I like it. I'll pay you a thousand an hour including prep, like dress shopping.

You are upselling me way too much.

-You're downgrading yourself way too much.

I'll do it.

To be continued??

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I Can See You

Loki Laufeyson x Fem Avenger!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex (R Receiving), P in V Sex, No Protection (This is fiction, you are not, WRAP IT UP), Choking (R Receiving), Fraternizing Between Co-Worker, Mentions of Loki Being Able To Read Minds, Secret Relationship, Mentions of Hickeys, Jealous!Loki, Mentions of Masturbation (Reader), Mentions of Loki getting slapped, Mentions of Alcohol, Drunken Confessions, Reader has Dark Humor

PREFACE: Loki and Reader were the newly recruited Avengers, who everyone thought just hated each other, but unbeknownst to them, they were a lot friendlier when no one was watching

A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!

Earpiece Monologue In Bold and Colored!

Loki changed after the events of Avengers 1 and gets recruited in this A/U!

"So sweet", he groaned against my cunt,

Pounding his fingers into me, as his free arm wrapped around my leg to hold me in place. How we ended up in the janitor's closet was actually quite the story.

"Don't stop, please!", I whined,

"Oh, I don't plan on it", he grinned.

Loki and I met a few months ago, when we were both recruited into the Avengers and at the beginning, we actually didn't get along.

All I'd heard about the God of Mischief prior to meeting him was that he invaded and nearly destroyed the city of New York, so to say I wasn't his biggest fan would've been an understatement.

"Welcome to the team, kid", Steve nods,

"Thank you", I smiled,

"This is great! Now we have two extra sets of hands to help with the work load!", Thor roared,

Causing me to look back at him in confusion.

"Two?"

That's when the original six turn to each other, awkwardly.

"Well, go ahead, Captain Thunderpants, it was your idea", Tony snipped.

My eyes meet Thor's, curiously.

"Well...there may be...a new recruit"

"Really? Who?", I questioned,

"Uh...", he looks to his friends for help,

"Don't look at me", Nat refused,

"Not a chance in hell", Tony also declined,

"Steve? Banner? Barton?"

"We're good", Bruce answered on behalf of the other men.

"Oh, come on, how bad could it be?", I asked.

Just then, the door slides open, revealing the devil himself.

"Team", he greeted,

Letting himself in, before his eyes fell upon me. My head snaps back in Thor's direction, who had already taken three steps back.

"Loki?!"

"Yes?", he answered.

After letting out a deep exhale, I began walking up to him.

"I don't think we've officially met-"

Unable to control my anger, I slap him hard across the face, bringing shock to all parties in the room.

"That was for New York!"

Smirking, he turns back to me, before looking over at his brother.

"I like her", he teased,

Making me groan in disgust.

For the next following weeks, I tried my best to avoid him at all costs and my plan was going according to how it should...till that the damned mission.

I was fighting off one of the Ultron bots and failed to see one charging up at me. Just as I was about to be blasted by the ray of its laser, I was pushed out of the way and pinned to the wall, left to watch another building collapse from it's lethal impact.

I turn to see who it was and there stood Loki, holding me in place by the small of me waist.

"You alright?", he questioned.

His eyes pouring into mine with such concern. All I could focus on was how little distance there was between us. My lips barely an inch away from his.

Once I realized what was happening, I snapped out of it.

"I'm fine", I said dismissively,

Before getting back to work.

Tony: Pretty cozy lookin', you sure we didn't interrupt something?

(Y/N): Shut up, Tony

Later that night, I found myself restless and unable to fall asleep. All I could think about was him and how his body felt...right against mine. How his lips were just right at my own, almost brushing against them.

I knew it was wrong, but the more I thought about how intense that moment was and how willing he was to risk his life for mine, the less I grew to despise him.

I touched myself all night to the image, till I was all tuckered out and able to drift peacefully off to sleep.

A day later, during the blowout celebration for destroying Ultron, I decided the only way I could ever face Loki again was to drink.

Sure, one or two shots would've sufficed, but alas, I got carried away and ended up somewhere near ten. Don't ask.

"Okay, you're cut off", Steve says,

Trying to take the shot glass away from me.

"Boooo, what are you my dad?"

That's when the captain's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, he's dead", I say,

Right before bursting into laughter.

"That calls for another shot!", I sing cartoonishly,

"No-"

"I've got this", a low voice says from behind me.

I look over my shoulder and roll my eyes, groaning. This man was just always somehow at the right place, at the right time.

"You sure?"

"I am, thanks", Loki reassured,

Steve nods and walks off.

"A water, please", he asked the bartender,

"I don't need you to babysit me", I slurred,

"Well, stop acting like child and I will"

"Pffft, you're lucky you're as hot as you are. I wouldn't take this shit from anyone else", I accidentally confessed.

The moment I saw his eyes widen and his fine lips curl up into a grin, I felt the realization of what I'd just done hit me.

"Don't you dare tell anyone I said that!", I warn,

Leaning forward to point, when my elbow slips off the table. Luckily, he caught me before I met the hard floor.

"Alright, let's get you to bed", he struggled,

Before throwing me over his shoulder and using his free hand to keep my dress from rising.

If it hadn't been for the loud music and crowd of people dancing, the team would've seen us and gods knew, they'd never let me live it down.

I wake up being greeted with a splitting headache and the sun shinning impossibly bright through the gap in my curtains. I was beyond relieved to remember that it was Saturday and I could take my time recovering from this hangover.

Pulling the comforter off me, I noticed that I hadn't taken off the dress I wore the night prior. As a matter of fact, I couldn't even remember how I made it to my room.

I groan to myself, eventually getting up and heading to the kitchen, but as I did, I find Loki making himself a cup of coffee. He turns to face me and grins at my less-than-stellar state.

"Morning. Care for a cup of coffee?"

"No, thanks", I snipped,

Making him scoff to himself.

I grab a bowl and began pouring in my cereal, before adding the milk and taking a seat at the dining table.

Once Loki's was done stirring his coffee, he takes the chair, right across from me. As inappropriate as it was for me to shamelessly stare at his toned arms, I couldn't seem to stop myself.

"Enjoying the view?", he remarked sarcastically,

Snapping me out of my daze.

"Bold of you to assume I was enjoying it"

He shakes his head, smiling to himself.

Curiously, my brows knit together, as my eyes narrowed at his reaction.

"What?"

"Nothing", he coyly replied.

Something was off. His once-passing glances were now longer and focused on places I'd never seen them on before. My lips, my collarbones...my chest. I couldn't help but blush at the sudden attention.

Not wanting to delve too deeply into it, I brush it off and avert my attention back to the breakfast before me.

"So?"

I look up from my bowl of cereal.

"Are we going to talk about it?", he questioned,

"Talk about what?"

"The delicious little confession you made last night"

"What are you-"

Fuck, I thought to myself.

"Ah...so you do remember?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", I rushed,

As I got up and abandoned the bowl, trying to escape the awkward encounter.

"Oh, I think you know plenty", he challenged,

Trailing behind me.

"I was drunk, obviously what I said didn't mean anything"

"Oh, darling, try as you might, I know it to be true"

I turn to tell him off, when I was met with him being closer than I anticipated. He brushes a stray hair from my face, causing a breath to hitch in the back of my throat.

"You've thought about it. You've thought about all the dirty little things you wish I'd do to you. The only person denying it...is you"

I was at a loss for words. All I could do was focus on keeping my knees from buckling, as he spoke to the deepest parts of my longing. He leans forward, now holding the side of my face and pouring his baby blue eyes into mine.

"These walls may be soundproof, but your thoughts...they're just so loud", he brushes his fingers down my arm,

"I couldn't help myself from taking a little glimpse into that pretty head of yours...do not get in the way of your own pleasure", he whispers.

My skin was on fire and my heart was threatening to give out. Any sense of reason disappeared the moment his hands abandoned my warm cheeks and trailed down to the sides of my waist. With no reservations left in mind, I grab him by the back of his neck and crashed my lips onto him.

I was then thrown into the air and my legs instinctively wrap over his hips. My tongue darting out, meeting his in a heated exchange.

"Just this once", I pulled away.

Well...lets just say that was a blatant lie.

We met almost every night since that day and neither side had any complaints. In each other's rooms, the showers, the kitchen island and couches when no one was in.

It felt almost impossible to keep our hands off of each other. He was a god after all and he sure did fuck like one.

But not all was fair in love and war.

He always felt the need to mark his territory. For instance, the Hickey incident, when Loki left one the size of an orange on the side of my neck.

"Steve was on my ass for this today", I say,

Trying to conceal the mark with makeup.

"He could only ever dream of it"

I playfully rolled my eyes, continuing to cover it up.

So, it should've come as no surprise to me, when I was yanked into the closet, after being overheard playfully flirting with Thor by Loki. Unbeknownst to him, that was my plan all along. To get him so frustrated, that he was left with no choice but to screw me out of my mind as a lesson.

He was always so possessive. Not that I minded.

As a matter of fact, it turned me on more than anything, knowing that it drove him up the wall, seeing me receive attention from anyone, other than him. Call it evil, but I liked the power I had over the god and it seemed like he was more than okay with giving it to me. Even MORE okay with taking out his frustrations on me during our intimate moments.

After effortlessly making me come undone on his skilled tongue, I was immediately flipped onto my stomach with no chance of catching a breath. I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants hitting the ground around his feet.

"You just love how riled up I get over you, don't you? Purposefully throwing yourself at my brother of all people, simply to get a reaction out of me? Not a smart move, pet", he groaned,

Before finally impaling me in one thrust. I gasp at the sudden fullness and his hand reaches from behind me, using my throat to hold me taut against his expensive white button up shirt.

"Now now, we wouldn't want anyone to find you in this compromising position, now do we? With your hair a mess, your lipstick smeared and my cock buried deep inside you?"

He pulls away slightly, only to thrust back inside me with a newfound harshness. Not that I minded, but this time felt...different.

His pace was brutal and desperate, like he had something to prove. The angle allowing him to fill me to the hilt.

I could feel the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting me right where I needed it to.

"Loki", I quietly moaned into the air,

"Such a sweet girl. Letting me ruin her right next to our co-workers", he groaned against the skin of my neck.

The coil in the pit of my stomach began to heat up and tighten. The closer I was to my next climax, the more wanton cries of pleasure began escaping my lips.

"I feel you pulsing around me, darling. Let go for me. I'm close", he grunted against my ear.

With his hips faltering and going faster and faster, I was left at the mercy of my climax overwhelming my senses and rendering me weak and limp.

Within the next few seconds, Loki paints my clenching walls with hot ropes of white, moaning into the shell of my ear.

Once I had somewhat come down from high, I caught my breath.

"They definitely heard us", I exhaled,

Causing him to chuckle tiredly.

"Good. At least now they'll know who you belong to"

[elizabethwritesmen]

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜

chapter 1 - i remember everything

pairing: firefighter!steve x reader

summary: in high school, steve and y/n were the best of friends. now, she’s moved back to hawkins, and he hasn’t seen her since her graduation 7 years before.

warnings: smut to come in later chapters.

a/n: this is a christmas fic, split into parts. this part does not mention christmas because it is not christmas time yet. also, steve is 28 and reader is 25. this fic is basically a hallmark script but make it sexy and angsty. italics paragraphs are flashbacks. all parts will be out by december 25.

chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

I remembered everything.

The bumps in the driveway that tousled my car like a carnival ride. The sparkling lake glistening with the sun’s reflection, reminiscent of all the times I snuck out there with my friends for a swim in high school. The beautiful cabin, two story but still small and cozy, haunted by all the scary stories that were told in it by high school students goofing off because they didn’t know what real life was.

The crack in the window where Robin tripped and fell into it that never got fixed because we never told my parents.

The guitar picks Eddie left all over the place, never remembering to take them home with him.

The small stain on the carpet from where the kids spilled a beer they’d stolen.

The huge tree by the water with Steve’s name carved into it, right next to mine, and a poorly shaped heart scribbled beside them.

Yes, I remembered everything.

I sighed as I unpacked my boxes, putting things away where I thought they should go. I never thought I’d be back in Hawkins, and I hadn’t yet decided how I felt about it, but the cards were dealt to me so I had to play them. It wasn’t so bad, though. I moved away less than a week after I graduated high school thinking that if I went to college in another state and started a new life, I could get away scott free from the things that were weighing on me. But it doesn’t work that way. You never get away from matters of the heart. They stay, and stay, and stay.

I stopped abruptly when I heard a knock at the door, going to check it and seeing Robin standing on the porch. I opened it quickly, “Rob!” I exclaimed as I pulled her into a hug. She squeezed me back with just as much force.

“You’re really back,” she sighed, “Your mom told me you’d be here and I was worried it wasn’t true!”

“Well here I am,” I giggled, pulling away reluctantly and letting her in. She walked with me to the dining room table where I had my things laid out and started helping me put them away.

“So how was Florida?” She asked.

“Hot,” I blandly offered, and she laughed.

“Seriously. You disappear the day you graduate and I hear from you maybe four times before we lose touch. I wanna know everything!”

I sighed, pausing for a moment, “I’m sorry about that, Robin. I didn’t mean to disappear on you, you know you’re one of the best friends I’ll ever have and I love you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to apologize to me, honey. I was never mad at you, but only because I understood why you left. Steve and Eddie, though… they went through it for the first year you were gone. Don’t even get me started on the kids.”

“Eddie understood, I know he did. He knew I was leaving, he was the only person I told because he caught me talking about my plane ticket on the phone. And the kids would never have understood, they were too young. Just needing to get out for a while would’ve sounded like a lame excuse to them.”

“But you didn’t just need to get out for a while, you needed to get away from Steve for a while”

“That’s not the only reason.”

“But it was a reason. Right?”

Hesitantly and carefully, I answered her, “Yes. It was. I couldn’t keep letting him break my heart. I needed space.”

“You couldn’t have found space in Hawkins? You had to leave?”

“There was no space in Hawkins. Wherever I went, he found me. He never left me alone. Even when I asked him to.”

“Because he loved you.”

“But it wasn’t enough,” I sighed exasperatedly, “Can we talk about something else?”

“Of course,” she smiled, “We’ll discuss Steve more later.”

“No we won’t,” I rolled my eyes, tossing a trinket from one of the boxes at her. She dodged it with a laugh, carrying on the conversation.

“Really though, how was Florida?”

“It was good. I dunno, I don’t think I fit in there.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m not all beachy and outgoing like most people there were. But they were all super nice anyway. I made some friends at the college I went to, but I didn’t stay close to any of them after I graduated and started working.”

“Is that why you moved back? Cause you had no friends?”

“Robin!” I scolded, mouth dropping open. She laughed again, lighting up the room. “I did have friends, I’m just not a very social person!”

“Then why did you move back?”

I shrugged, “Florida isn’t the place for me, but I don’t know where is, so my mom suggested I move back here in the mean time.”

“And she’s just, like, letting you live in the cabin?”

“Yeah. I mean, they didn’t pay for it, and I’ve spent more time here than they have anyway. When my grandpa left it to them, they thought it was more of an extra bill than a vacation house. That’s why they’re gonna put it in my name if I decide to stay.”

“What?” she squealed, her eyes going wide as saucers, “So you could be little miss homeowner! That’s amazing! As bad as the economy is, I’d take that deal in a heartbeat!”

“I know, I know. I’m thinking about it. It is nice to be around family again. And you.”

“Just wait til you see the others. They’re gonna be SO excited you’re back! As a matter of fact why don’t we have them over here for a little reunion?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Do you even still hang out with them?”

“Eddie and Steve, yeah. We’re all still pretty close. The kids are all kinda doing their own thing now, but we still see each other a lot too, around town and such. And we still have a group chat, we just don’t send much but dumb memes in it.”

“Damn, Rob. Thanks for including me in this group chat!” I huffed, smacking her arm jokingly.

“You left, you gave up your groupchat rights!”

We laughed together and talked some more as we finished unpacking my boxes. I didn’t have much, no furniture or anything because the cabin was already completely furnished. My grandpa had impeccable taste, everything was extremely elegant while also being perfectly warm and rustic.

“Okay,” she sighed after we threw away the last piece of cardboard, “It’s dark now so I should probably get home, but let’s hang out again tomorrow! Come up to town! I opened up a music shop, you can come see!”

“That’s amazing! I’d love to come see!”

And with that, she was off. I breathed in a deep sigh, a smile on my face as I fell onto the couch and turned the TV on. It was nice to have Robin again. I was impressed with how quickly and swiftly we fell into old habits, gossiping and chatting like no time had passed and we were still just two kids. The person I was nervous to see again was Steve.

-

The next day, I woke up and showered, preparing myself to go to town. I needed to pick up groceries, and I also wanted to stop by Robin’s music shop, excited to see her hard work paid off.

I slipped on a pair of running shorts and a crop top, throwing a loose cardigan on over it and slipping into a pair of tennis shoes. My hair was curled and I had on light makeup. I felt pretty, but not overdone. I wanted to at least look decent enough that, if I ran into someone I knew, I wouldn’t be mortified.

The grocery store was desolate as I pulled into the parking lot, only a few cars in the spaces and a firetruck parked by the door. I supposed public servants do need to shop, too. I wondered if it was someone I knew, I remember my dad was friends with some of the town’s firemen when I was younger, but I shrugged it off, wanting to get in and out hassle free.

As soon as I walked in the door, though, I was greeted with a high pitched voice, “Y/N?”

I turned to see who it belonged to and was delighted to see Max, behind one of the registers wearing a store polo.

“Hey!” I grinned wide, rushing over to her and going in for a hug. She’d been like a little sister when I’d lived in Hawkins before, and I had to admit, I missed her while I was gone.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked, leaning back to stare at me, “I haven’t seen you in like… five years!”

“I know, I know. I moved back!”

“What? Like forever?” she asked, hope creeping into her voice.

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet. But definitely for a while. What about you? How long have you been working here?”

“Two years now. Dustin works here, too, but he’s off today.”

“That’s a shame. I’ll have to come back when he’s here and see him!”

“Oh, you should see everyone! We’ve all missed you so much! Even the ones of us that won’t admit it,” she giggled with an eye roll, “Mike has always been stubborn and dumb.”

“Well that’s okay,” I hummed, “I’m here now, so it’s all okay.”

“Yeah, but next time you leave, can you warn a girl first? I missed you a lot!”

“I know, I’m sorry. Scouts honor, next time I’ll shove you in my suitcase and bring you with me.”

“Perfect,” she beamed, her teeth as pearly white as always. She looked older, and she’d grown up beautifully. I didn’t know if she was still with Lucas, but if so, he was lucky.

I let go of her, getting started on my shopping. I didn’t get much, just the basics, and a few minutes later I was done and ready to check out. I wasn’t paying attention and accidentally bumped into the guy in front of me in line.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” I rushed out as I pulled my cart away gently. He turned around and my mouth fell open as I recognized his pretty face.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice steady but his face gave him away. He was in utter shock.

“Steve,” I offered back, staring at him, waiting for what he had to say.

Max interrupted the short awkward silence, “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you Y/N’s back.”

He sent her a glare then turned back to me, scanning over me, settling on all the parts of me that had changed. I’d filled out more, and I could tell he noticed. I could tell he appreciated it.

I scanned over him as well, taking note of his khakis and the Hawkins Fire Dept T shirt he wore. So the truck was his. Interesting. He looked good, better than ever. He was more chiseled than I remembered, and it worked for him, from his head to his toes. And his hair was as iconic as always.

“Why’re you back?” he asked me, his voice devoid of much emotion.

“Just wanted to come back for a while.”

“A while? So not forever?”

“I dunno, Steve. I haven’t thought that far ahead,” I breathed out a laugh.

“You never did.”

My eyes dropped, shame creeping in. “I’m sorry for how I left, Steve. I just had to go.”

“Yeah,” he deadpanned, “It’s fine. Is what it is. It’s your business anyway.”

“Steve, please don’t do that,” I sighed.

“Do what?”

“That thing you always do where you pretend you’re not hurt.”

“I’m not. I might’ve been seven years ago, but I’ve had a lot of time for that wound to close, Y/N.”

“So you’re not happy to see me at all?”

“Not as happy as I would’ve been to see you on my doorstep that day.”

I knew exactly what day he was talking about. It was the Saturday, two weeks after I graduated. He’d asked me a month in advance to come over, and I agreed, not even thinking about the fact that I was leaving. He’d consistently asked me for reassurance that I would be there, and every time I promised I would. But I wasn’t.

“I’m just so sorry Stevie. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am. Of all the people I hurt, I regret hurting you the most.”

“It’s fine. Like I said, seven years,” he shrugged, grabbing his receipt from Max and walking out. I watched him go, dejected, melancholy overtaking me.

“You ok? That was rough to watch,” Max gave me a sympathetic look and I forced a smile.

“I’m good, Maxy. Like he said. Seven years.”

She stared at me for a moment, as if she was deciding what to say, an internal battle behind her eyes. “He had a party planned for you that day.”

“What?”

“Yeah. With me and the other guys and Robin and everybody. He was so excited, he never shut up about it. Then he found out you left and cancelled. He hasn’t really been the same since.”

“How’d he find out I left?”

“Your dad told him. He went over to see you and you weren’t there.”

I sighed, my eyes welling up. I couldn’t believe I’d screwed up that badly. All I wanted was a getaway, I never knew I’d be hurting so many people. I never knew he cared so much.

“Max, I-“

“Was in love with him. I know. Everybody knows. That’s why we didn’t understand why you left.”

“He wanted girl after girl after girl. And it was never me. I was never his type. I needed to get away to get over him or I was gonna live a life full of heartbreak and disappointment. But now I see how selfish that was.”

“It wasn’t selfish. Just not well thought out. Have you at least gotten over him?”

“I thought so, til I saw him look at me like that.”

I finished checking out and promised Max I’d be back in to see her, then headed to the music store. The exterior was nice. It was a painted brick building, colorful and bright. There was a huge mural on the side of it, and I knew it was all Robin’s doing because I remembered that particular building being boring and run down before I left.

I walked inside, looking around to see the inside was just as amazing. I was honestly impressed with how well she’d done everything, from organizing to decorating.

“Rob, this is awesome!” I exclaimed as I walked up to the counter. She’d been looking down, doing some kind of paperwork, but when she looked up and saw me she put it down and ran around the counter.

“You really came!”

“Of course I came, have I ever let you down?” I asked, laughing, then added, “Well, other than that one time.”

“You’re right. You did always used to come through. I don’t think you ever missed anything.”

“And I definitely wouldn’t miss this! If I’d known you opened it, I would’ve been here that day to watch you cut the ribbon or whatever!”

“Oh, it’s okay, it wasn’t that big of a ceremony. You know nothing is big in Hawkins unless you’re rich. But I get good business and I’ve kept the doors open. Plus, all the high school girls like to take pictures in front of the mural outside for their instagrams, and that’s actually drummed up a lot of business.”

“I’d imagine so. Show me around?”

She took me to the instruments section, explaining why she’d organized it the way she had and how it made the most sense. Then we wandered to the sheet music, and then to the records. Finally, we hit the cds and a little caddy full of Apple, Spotify, Iheartradio and Youtube gift cards. She also had a small section with assorted local snacks.

“This is great, really,” I smiled, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Well, I actually got the idea from you,” she nonchalantly shrugged.

“When?” I furrowed my brows and asked.

“One time, I was talking to you about how I’m just a band geek and you told me band geeks make it far in life. You suggested I either get famous or open up a huge store full of band stuff and make tons of money. You really thought I had it in me to do both.”

“You did have it in you. You could be in a real band right now if you wanted.”

She full on belly laughed, waving the thought off. “Whatever. Change of subject, I heard you saw Steve.”

“Heard from who?”

“From Steve. He called me mad because I didn’t tell him you were home.”

“Why was he so mad?”

“Well, he’ll say it’s because he just wasn’t expecting to see you and would be happy if you’d have just stayed gone. But I know it’s because he does want you here, more than anything, and all his old feelings are coming back, and he would’ve liked some wanting before seeing your face in the middle of the grocery store after seven years.”

“It wasn’t the middle of the grocery store,” I rolled my eyes, “It was the front. And he was not happy to see me, sorry to be the one to burst your bubble. Old feelings can’t come up if there weren’t any in the first place, Im just a girl he used to be friends with.”

“It was always more with you and Steve,” she shrugged, “Everyone else saw it.”

“If I’d known he planned a party for me, I would’ve been there that day.”

“I know. And he knew, too. That’s why he told us to never tell you. He didn’t want you to feel guilty, and he didn’t want you to have to come back just for him.”

I sighed, feeling even worse than I did when Steve was staring at me with that look in his eyes. I knew him, I knew his faces, and I knew what he looked like when he was hurt. I really did a number on him.

“I don’t know if I can make this one better, Rob.”

“You can. He’ll get over his anger, I promise. The way he felt about you doesn’t just go away, he has a big ol’ soft spot for you. There’s nothing he could ever hold against you, not even this.”

I nodded with yet another sigh, “Anyways, what about you? Any ladies on the roster?”

She looked shocked I’d asked, “Bold aren’t you?”

“Always have been!”

She proceeded to tell me about all the girls she’d been interested in, and all the ones she’d dated since I left. It was nice to see her so comfortable with herself, and it was even nicer to hear that she’d gotten some really cool girlfriends.

“So who are you dating now?” I asked, leaning on the counter, fully intrigued.

“Well, there’s this lady, Shelly. She sold me this building. She’s older than me, but goodness, what I wouldn’t do to -“

“You don’t have to continue that,” I giggled, “I catch your drift. Is she into you?”

“Well… she’s recently divorced from a man, but sometimes she flirts like she’s curious or something.”

“Maybe she is. Maybe she wants to taste your cherry chapstick,” I stuck my tongue at her jokingly.

We were interrupted by the bell above the door, and I turned to see Steve walking in, Eddie on his tail wearing the exact same uniform.

“Oh,” he stared blankly when he saw me, “I’ll come back later.”

“No,” I stopped him, “If me being here is that big of a deal then I’ll go.”

Robin scoffed, “Neither of you idiots are going anywhere. We’re all friends here.”

“It’s ok Rob,” I sighed, “Really, I’m fine with leaving.”

“Steve, she doesn’t have to leave, man. We’re not gonna be here long, and she’s not hurting anybody,” Eddie put in his two cents, and I smiled.

“Hey Eddie,” I walked over to him and he opened his arms wide for a hug.

“Hey Y/N. I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you more,” I poked him as I pulled away, taking in his short hair and muscles more formed than I’d ever seen them. “Fire department make you chop your curls off?”

“Unfortunately.”

“It’s a nice look,” I shrugged, “Very handsome and mature.”

Steve cleared his throat and we turned to him. “Relax,” Eddie sighed, “We’re not flirting, bro. That’s what you guys do.”

Steve blushed. He couldn’t stop himself. “Give it a rest, Eddie.”

“Not until you stop your temper tantrum and let the past go.”

“I’m not throwing a temper tantrum,” Steve rolled his eyes, and Robin took it upon herself to lighten the mood.

“Anyways,” she smiled brightly, “How’s work going today, boys?”

“Well, we have a kitten in the firetruck,” Steve sighed, and she laughed.

“A cat?”

“Yeah, Steve rescued it from a bush, it’s little foot was stuck in one of the branches,” Eddie patted Steve on the back.

“It looks like that cat Y/N used to have, the one that she cried for a week straight when it died,” Steve mused, smiling at me for the first time since I’d seen him again as if involuntarily. He caught himself though, and turned away.

“You remember that?” I asked.

“I remember everything,” he shrugged, “Wanna see it?”

“Of course!” I squealed, and he walked me outside, opening the drivers’ side door and pulling it out.

It was cute, white with silver spots all over it. It meowed as he handed it to me, climbing into my arms and clinging on to me for dear life.

“Oh, he’s perfect,” I hummed as I stared at him, holding him close to me and giving his forehead kisses.

“He’s yours,” Steve said, his eyes trained on me and the cat, “If you want him, I mean.”

I looked at him, seeing if there was any sign of joking but there was none. “I’d love to take him!”

“I thought of you when I saw him,” he admitted to me, staring at his feet and swaying nervously.

“I didn’t think you even still thought about me.”

“All the time.”

His voice was almost too low for me to hear, but I caught it and my heart sped up.

“Steve, I’m sorry again. Really. I missed you every day. If I could go back and be there that day…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” he sighed, “I was angry when I first saw you. I’m not now. I just needed to get over the initial shock, that’s all.”

“So you don’t hate me?”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to. You were my best friend. I just… I just wanna understand why you left. You never told me. Nobody ever told me.”

“It’s…” I hesitated. How could I explain it to him? “It’s a long story.”

“Of course,” he nodded, “Well whenever you’re ready to, we can talk.”

“Okay.”

We stared at each other for a moment before Eddie broke the silence, “You ready to go Steve? They’re gonna be sending out a search party soon if we don’t get back.”

“Yeah,” he nodded then turned to me, “See you later, Y/N. Take care of the cat.”

“I will. Bye,” I smiled, watching him walk away.

Well, at least the anger had subsided. But I was never going to be able to explain the reason I left.

The night of my graduation

The ceremony had taken ages. I wouldn’t have cared if not for the heels that had been cramping my feet all day and the tight white dress that I wanted to rip off. I groaned as I walked to the parking lot where my family was waiting, along with my friends.

The first person that greeted me was Steve. He was always the first to greet me, no matter the place or occasion. In his hand, he held my favorite slippers, fuzzy and cozy and just what my feet needed.

“Aww, Stevie, you brought me slippers?” I cooed, pouting at his kind gesture.

“When you told me you were wearing those ridiculous heels I knew I needed to bring them so I wouldn’t have to listen to you complain about your feet hurting.”

I ripped my heels off with a vengeance and replaced them with the slippers that had cute smiley faces on them, and my face matched the expression. I pulled Steve into a hug so tight I thought we might suffocate each other, breathing him in.

“This is why you’re my best friend,” I hummed into his chest.

We didn’t let go of each other for a minute or two, soaking in the moment. Our hugs were always like that. It always felt like we were never going to see each other again. Only this time, we really weren’t. He didn’t know that, though.

He pulled away, looking in my eyes, a sparkle in his that was all for me. His eyes trailed down to my open gown and the dress under it, and he raised his brows.

“You look good.”

“Just good?”

“Really good.”

And that moment dragged on with a heated glance shared between us, eyes locked on each other and refusing to move until Robin barreled over to us, kids in tow and Eddie following.

“Quit hogging her, dingus, she’s too pretty to only talk to you,” she rolled her eyes, hugging me tightly and chit chatting about the ceremony. Steve stayed quiet though, and that heated gaze didn’t dissipate. Something felt different. Something was off, in the best way.

My family joined us, offering to bring us all back to the cabin for a barbecue and we eagerly agreed. I rode with Steve, naturally, the kids rode with my parents, and Eddie and Robin took his van.

The ride felt longer than it should’ve, tension in the air.

“Steve, what’s happening?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve never run out of things to talk about,” I shrugged, leaning over to brush a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“We haven’t run out of things to talk about. It’s just, sometimes when I’m with you, nothing needs to be said.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I think so,” he glanced at me, his eyes sharp and cutting into my heart, right where I wanted him most. Right where he already was.

Minutes later, we pulled in the rough driveway, my hair flying all over my face. He chuckled, smoothing it out over my head before we got out, joining everyone else by the lake.

“They’ve got it decked out,” I commented as we approached, and Steve just smiled bashfully. “Did you have something to do with this?”

“Maybe.”

I giggled lightly, turning away from him to greet everyone else.

“Y/N, Steve, you made it!” my mom beamed, pulling us into a hug, “I see you ditched the gown!”

“Yeah, it was itchy,” I grimaced, remembering the horrible material.

“Well I wanted to take pictures but we can do it later,” she shrugged, leading us to the picnic table. The benches were full, though, so Steve pulled a big folding chair up and sat down, pulling me down beside him, my legs over his lap. That wasn’t unusual for us, we were always touchy and feely, always beside eachother somehow. Nobody even found it odd anymore, though the jokes about us getting together never ceased.

Everyone laughed and had a good time, and as the night wore on, I got a little sleepy. Steve and I had been up and about, but we were back in our chair, my head laid in the crook of his neck and his arms around me.

“Wanna go for a walk?” he asked me, watching everyone else continue their good time. I nodded, standing up. He stood up after me, grabbing my hand and leading me away.

We walked through a trail in the woods we’d found the first time we snuck out to the cabin together.

“Remember the first time we came out here?” he asked me, and I nodded with a laugh.

“I slipped in mud and fell on my ass. I fractured my foot, too, and I couldn’t walk. I was disgusting, but you still carried me back to the car.”

“I don’t mind getting a little dirty,” he shrugged with a wink, and I rolled my eyes. “Not with you, at least.”

Finally, we reached our destination, a clearing by the water. It had the prettiest view of the sky.

“Swim with me,” he stated, as if it was more of a demand than a question.

“Steve!” I huffed, “I can’t swim in this dress!”

“Then take it off. You have on a bra and panties, right?”

“Well… y-yeah, but-“

“Just do it. You only graduate high school once, do something crazy with me! We’re best friends, right?” he coerced, squeezing my hands and pulling me closer to the water.

I sighed, nodding slowly. “Will you unzip me?”

He walked behind me and laid his hands on my shoulders. They were warm and heavy, his grip on me soft but firm. his fingers trailed down my back to the little metal piece and he pulled it down, exposing black lace and my plain black thong. I turned to him, letting the white material fall to the ground, and the way his eyes lingered in all the places a friend shouldn’t look was hard to miss.

“Why would you wear that to graduate?” he asked, “Were you planning on getting lucky tonight!”

“I’m already lucky tonight, Steve,” I sighed, “I’m with you. Now take off your clothes and come on!”

He chuckled, his eyes darker than they’d been a moment ago, and pulled his shirt over his head, then kicking off his pants. I was greedy taking him in, his boxers tight and leaving little to the imagination.

Steve and I had seen each other like that before. We’d walked in on each other changing, and we’d swam in regular swimsuits. All of our insecurities had already been exposed so many times, so none of them even mattered at all. This felt different, though. Being in nothing but dainty lingerie had me shy, exposed.

He approached me slowly, his hands landing on my hips, his eyes meeting mine and staying. He was so close I could feel his body heat radiating off of him, goosebumps prickling my skin.

“Race you,” he smirked suddenly, twirling me out of the way and sliding past me, running to the water and jumping in. I rolled my eyes and laughed, following him and jumping on his back. We fell into a fit of giggles together as he tossed me off, pulling me into his front instead.

The giggles died out, replaced by heavy breath.

“I won,” he whispered.

“What’s your prize?” I responded breathily.

He groaned, leaning his head down into my neck and inhaling.

“You’re driving me crazy. You’re my best friend. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what?”

“Shouldn’t love you so much.”

“I love you too, Steve,” I giggled, but he stopped me, his thumb running over my bottom lip.

“I don’t think I could’ve made it these last couple years without you,” he admitted. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me. Don’t tell the kids.”

“Oh, I won’t, they’d be crushed,” I nodded dramatically.

For a second I thought he’d kiss me. I thought he’d kiss me and I wouldn’t have to leave. He leaned in so close, his lips were less than a breath away from mine. But then he pulled to the side and kissed my cheek instead, then trailed his lips down, ghosting over the sensitive skin of my neck.

I let out a raspy breath, “Steve,” I barely moaned. I needed him so bad I could feel it, I could hear it and see it. I’d been in love with him for far too long. His hand tangled in my slightly wet hair, tugging lightly, pulling me in. His other landed on my side, trailing down my thigh and pulling my leg over his hip. I could feel everything, and I didn’t know how to take it all.

All of a sudden, he pulled away, his hand still in mine but the warmth gone. I whined at the loss of contact.

“We’re supposed to be swimming!” he chuckled, haphazardly pulling me under with him. And like that, the moment was replaced with something lighter, friendlier, but still close.

Later that night, Steve drove me back to my parents’ house. As he parked in the driveway, he turned to me.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” he whispered bashfully.

I stared at my lap, not knowing what to say. I wanted to tell him I was leaving, but he would just beg me to stay and wear me down until I agreed, and I would spend the rest of my life hanging on his arm next to whatever girl he wanted more than me. I was never going to be it for him. I was never going to be what he wanted. I wasn’t enough.

“Goodbye, Steve,” I gave him a sad smile and got out of the car, running inside the house.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

The Sun Is Gone, but I Have a Light

by ofmdLins

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), 1990s, Vampire Eddie Munson, Bartender Eddie Munson, Human Steve Harrington, Blood Bag Steve Harrington, Original Character(s), coworkers and bar patrons, Prostitution, Sort Of, Biting, Vampire Bites, Blood Drinking, Grinding, Coming In Pants, Mildly Dubious Consent, because vampire venom, Abuse of italics, Excessive use of the word fuck, POV Eddie Munson Words: 10,106 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Eddie Munson isn't a very good vampire. He doesn't like to hunt and has never bitten a human in the couple of years since being turned. The problem is that animal blood can only sustain him for so long. Chicago, Illinois, 1993. Eddie follows the recommendation of another vampire to visit a 'donor,' a human who lets vampires feed off them for a living. What he's not expecting is for said donor to be a ghost from high school past in the shape of Steve Harrington. "The price is $50 per bite," Steve explained with what sounded like a well-practiced spiel. "That's teeth breaking skin. You choose where you want to bite, but if it's below the belt I'm charging an extra $20 per bite." He paused for a moment, leveling a scrutinizing gaze on Eddie until the vampire nodded his understanding. Steve's eyebrows lifted. "I'm going to need verbal confirmation, please." And oh, that tone did something for Eddie. He'd probably be blushing if he had enough blood in his system to reach the right places. As it was, he hadn't had a proper meal in weeks. So he was definitely lacking a human-like complexion. Title is from "Dumb" by Nirvana. More details on tags in the notes!

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Time After Time

Word Count: 3152

Summary:

Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader We've been best friends with benefits for years, Eddie and I. We both have even had partners and just paused the benefits when it would happen. We've never really were able to commit to any one other than each other. I'm over being antsy though and have chosen just say fuck it and make the decision to finally make this something more. Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain? When toxic shit tastes just like candy And love might be lit, but I'm scared of what it might demand of me No wonder I'm antsy

Warnings: 18+

Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Best Friends, Love Confessions, Anxiety, Porn with Feelings

Notes:

This is my first Eddie fic so please be kind. Also this is heavily inspired by the song Antsy by UPSAHL. Lyrics will be used from this amazing song in the fic (in bold italics) I do not own the rights to the song in any way. I hope you enjoy this porn with feelings. Happy Reading Heathens! 😈 Divider by @firefly-graphics

Eddie Munson. The King to my Queen of the outcasts. He’s loud, quirky, boisterous and the best friend a girl could ask for. Not to mention he is hotter than sin. Those curls always begging to be twisted around my fingers. Good thing our friendship has benefits of the sexual variety attached to it.

“Earth to Siren.” Fingers snap in front of my face. “What’s got you so spacey Songbird?”

“Huh?” I turn to him. A look of confusion crossing my face.

“Wow, you were really lost there weren't ya? Bet you didn't hear a single word of what I have planned for the next Hellfire session did you?”

I scrunch my nose. Biting my lip in embarrassment. “Um. Sorry?”

“You're lucky you're so damn cute otherwise I might take offense to such a disregard to my misadventures.”

“I didn’t mean to drift off. Promise. Tell me again. You’ll have my full attention this time.”

“Nah. Moments passed. Now I want to know what had you so lost in your head. Care to share?”

He’s giving me those damn puppy dog eyes again. I’m sure he thinks I’ll just squirm and come up with some lie. Why not give it to him straight and throw him for a loop.

“A couple of things, actually. Grabbing a handful of that unruly mane of yours while I make a mess on your lap as I ride your dick. I might have gone and caught very real feelings for you after all this time. And playing the new song I wrote. Unfortunately only one of those things can happen as everyone should be getting here soon to chill and jam out.” I shrug as if it’s no big deal and wander over to my guitar case. My acoustic waiting inside for me to do my thing and make some magic.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come again, sugar? You buried the lead there. You have feelings for me?”

“That’s what your brain latched onto? Not the sex but the feelings?”

“Oh we’ll get to you riding me. Trust me. That is inevitable. But I need some clarification first. What kind of feelings are we talking about?”

“Don’t be so daft Batboy. You know exactly what type of feelings I’m referring to. The kind we said we wouldn’t let happen once we started sleeping together years ago. The whole reason we dated other people and put a separation between our sex life and our friendship.”

“So you’re in love with me huh?” He’s looking at me with this strange glint in his eyes I’ve never really noticed before.

“Uh..” I can’t help the awkward laugh that escapes my throat. “Yeah. I think so.”

I watch a smile spread across his face. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, there’s a knock at the trailer door followed by Dustin and Steve barging in.

“What’s the point of knocking if you’re just going to walk right in.” He grits out.

“Curtesy mostly.” Dustin quips.

I breathe a quick sigh of relief. I’m saved from my confession. At least for now. “Well once everyone is here and gets settled, I have something I want ya’ll to hear.”

Everyone is crammed into Eddie’s tiny living room. Bodies scattered across the floor on various pillows and blankets. Food and drinks overflow on the makeshift coffee table. The atmosphere is calm yet joyful as I play around on my guitar.

“I hear that you have a new song you’re working on that you want us to hear.” Robin declares as she takes a seat on the couch next to the armrest I’m seated on.

“I do. It’s still a little rough but I need someone other than me to hear it.” I state.

“Well. Get playing then Songbird. We’re just dying to hear that sweet voice serenade us.” Eddie demands.

“Alright. Here goes nothing.”

I begin strumming. Infusing my words with everything that I’ve been feeling as the words drift out of me. As I get to the verse divulging my feelings for Eddie, I make sure to make eye contact with him and hold it there.

Bet what I need is to stare at a wall

Then one little text, turns into a bender

Did I say too much or nothing at all? (At all)

Now I'm inventing the damage in bathroom floor panics (uh-ah)

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain?

When toxic shit tastes just like candy

And love might be lit, but I'm scared of what it might demand of me

No wonder I'm antsy

The vulnerability I’m showcasing starts to feel like too much and I close my eyes. Breaking contact with the soft brown orbs that have seen more than they should. It’s much easier to finish out the song this way. Safe. In my own little bubble. Feeding off the energy of the room.

With the last notes sung, I take a deep breath and reopen my eyes. The room has fallen silent and everyone is just staring at me. “What? Was it that bad? I thought it was a great idea for a song.” I start to second guess myself.

“That was fucking awesome!” Robin breaks the silence.

“Then why are you assholes being so fucking quiet?” I snap back.

“Just processing babe. That was a lot.” Steve states.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to bring everybody down. I was just really excited about this new song. And I-“

“Sugar, stop rambling.” I instantly close my mouth at Eddie’s words. “We love it. I know I do.”

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He licks his lips. “In fact I have something I need to show you myself. Come on.” He walks over, takes my guitar out of my hands, placing it carefully against the couch and takes my hand. Pulling me off the armrest he heads towards the hallway. My hand clasped tightly in his as we make our way to his room.

I really hope I didn’t just screw everything up and we’re going to go fight in private. Why did I have to write that stupid song.

I’m practically yanked inside Eddie’s room. Tripping over the disaster of clothes and junk scattered across the floor as he hurriedly maneuvers me through his space. “Eddie, slow down. I’m gonna eat shit if you keep this up. You don’t need to do all this just to yell at me about the rules and that love wasn’t part of the deal.”

Having reached the bed he abruptly stops. Turning to face me. “Shut up.”

The next thing I know he’s grabbing my waist and tossing me down on to the mattress. Following it up by climbing up my body and caging me in with his lean but surprisingly muscular frame. “You’ve used that mouth enough tonight. Now it’s my turn.” 

With no time to catch my breath, he renders me incapable of a retort by capturing my lips with his own. Kissing life back into my body, as our tongues dance a tango, we both know so well. 

His hands roam the curves of my body. Sneaking his ring clad digits under my shirt. The cool feeling of silver leaving goosebumps along my skin. It’s not long before he begins to remove my shirt. Placing his unoccupied hand underneath my lower back as he slowly lifts me to pull the fabric over my head. I of course raise my arms in aid. Making sure to graze my fingertips along his jaw when he tosses the shirt aside, as if offended by the cropped garment.

Not wanting to waste any time his hands find their way to the waistband of my jeans. With a quick snap of his deft fingers my button comes undone. My zipper quickly following suit. Sliding the denim down, he taps my hip, getting me to raise them so that he could divest me of my jeans.

He leans back, doing that thing guys seem to do with ease. You know the thing, grabbing the back of his shirt with one hand and pulling it off with ease. I don’t care what anyone says, that shit is hot as fuck.

His eyes are lust blown, the beautiful brown nothing more than a sliver. Their sole focus set on me draped over his messy bed sheets. “So fucking beautiful.” He ghosts his fingers up my slightly shaking legs. Teasing me by stroking the wetness that has soaked through my panties. Stretching out his middle finger, he tucks it into the gusset and slowly removes the last piece of clothing blocking him from his intended target.

“Take your bra off, Songbird.”

Without a thought I sit up. Reaching behind my back, I unclasp the black lace encasing my cleavage, letting it fall away from my body. 

He groans and rubs the bulge confined in his tight black jeans. He places a series of kisses along all of my exposed skin. Mapping out a trail of pleasure and gooseflesh. Teasing one and then the other nipple with his tongue. Ending each with a deep suction. 

The slow-paced teasing continues. It’s driving me absolutely insane. We’ve had some pretty intense nights before, but this is something different all together. He stops his trek at the apex of my thighs. Hot breath blowing puffs of air on the cooling slick leaking from my folds.

“So beautiful and all mine.” He mumbles out. Almost as if to himself. He drags his finger along my drenched lips, while he ensnares me in his gaze. “That’s right, isn't it, sugar? This pretty little pussy is mine to do with as I please?”

“Yes, Eddie. It’s all yours.” I pant out. Delirious. Needing him to do something more than just tease me.

“Damn right it is.” He growls before sticking out his tongue and running it along my wet flesh from entrance to clit with the skillful muscle. He circles my sensitive little bundle of nerves, pulling a moan out of my throat. Seeming to have had enough of taking his time slowly torturing me, he thrusts his tongue as deep as he can go inside my aching center. The thick muscle massaging my silken walls, giving them something to finally clamp on to. 

“Fuck, Eddie. Your tongue. Mmph. Feels so good, baby.” I allow my hands to finally anchor themselves in his curls like I have wanted to all night. I feel his moan of acceptance against my clit and it has me trying to squeeze my thighs shut. I know he wants me desperate and begging before he gives in and makes me come apart on his cock. It’s the one thing that has never changed over the years since we started sleeping together.

Pulling his tongue out of my slit, he swirls the tip along my folds. Seeking out every drop of my essence that he can. With the lightest touch, he draws figure eight patterns around my clit. Dancing me so close to the edge, that I’m in danger of falling over that cliff into utter bliss. Right as I can feel myself start to crest over that ledge, the bastard pulls away.

“No! Why’d you stop? I was so close.” I sit up and reach for his face. Wanting to drag him back to my pulsing center to finish what he started.

He Houdini’s out of my reach and scoots back off the bed. “The first time you come after that little confession you made earlier is going to be while my cock is deep inside you.” He says with conviction as he unbuckles his belt.

I’m hypnotized by his movements. Eyes drawn to his nimble fingers working on divesting himself of the last of his garments. My mouth waters as I wait for his thickness to spring free from its confines. Time seems to stand still as his pants finally drop to the floor.

“You went commando.” I whisper out as I lick my suddenly dry lips.  

“Wonderful coincidence. I wasn't expecting to have you in my bed tonight, since everyone was hanging out here and usually at least one or two of them end up crashing on the couch. But then you came pounding on my door right as I got out the shower, early as always. I just threw on the closest clothes.” He admitted, wrapping his fist around his length, giving himself a few pumps as he drinks me in with a predatory gaze.

“Lay back down” He husks out. The command sending a fresh wave of slickness to coat my thighs. Anticipating what’s to come, I slowly lie back on the mattress.

“Spread those delectable thighs for me, Sugar. Put my perfect little pussy on display. Show me once again what’s mine.” He grunts out as he continues to stroke himself. I watch with rapt attention as a bead of precum leaks from his tip and he places a knee down on the bed.

I smile sweetly up at him as I allow my legs to fall open just enough to show off my dripping folds. Following his request but holding back just enough to make him growl and push my thighs open the rest of the way. 

“You really wanna play with me right now, Songbird? After confessing having feelings for me and then making me sit with our friends while you filled my ears with your damn Siren song until I could sneak you away?” He teases his cock between my cleft. Tip tapping against my engorged and still so sensitive clit.

I can’t help but squirm and whimper. Wanting nothing more than for him to be deep inside of me already. That halted orgasm, inching its way back to the surface every time his hot length grazes my bundle of nerves. 

“I’m sorry, Eddie. Please. Need you inside me.” I begin pleading. “It’s been too long since you last filled me up.”

“You’re sorry huh?”

I quickly nod my head in agreement. “So sorry.”

“Gonna let me wreck this pussy? Ruin you for anyone else? Milk me dry like the cumdrunk little slut that I know you are?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.” I beg. Just wanting him to finally take me. Claim me as his own.

“As you wish, princess.” With his declaration he slams his hips forward. Splitting me open with his massive girth.

He doesn't even give me a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him deep inside me. He just pulls his hips back and thrusts in again and again. Setting a pace that makes my brain go fuzzy and every nerve-ending sing in pleasure.

“Fuuuck. Look at you, little Siren.” He grits out. “Already cock drunk and I’ve barely gotten started. Pussy’s gripping me so tight baby. She doesn't want to let me go.”

My mind can't seem to function correctly enough to produce anything other than moans, whimpers and wails of pleasure in response. I’m flying a serotonin high I was not ready to come down from yet. The coil in my core tightening as I dance closer and closer to the knife's edge of orgasm. Waiting for the moment when I can dive off the edge into pure ecstasy.

Almost as if sensing my impending climax, Eddie picks up the pace. Working his hips and grinding his pelvis down on my clit with every thrust for added stimulation. “Come on, baby. Come for me, pretty girl. I can feel your walls quivering around me. Give in. Fall apart on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

That’s it. That’s all that I needed to allow myself to let go completely. Surrendering to the euphoric bliss with a scream I’m sure the whole trailer park could hear.

A rainbow of stars begin to detonate behind my closed eyes as I writhe beneath him. Back arching off the mattress before my limbs go limp and I lay there in a state of bonelessness.

“Don’t pass out on me now princess. I’m so close. Little pussy is squeezin’ me. So. Fucking. Tight.” His pumps become erratic as he chases down his own high. “Don’t you want me to fill you up? Have me leaking out of you as we spend the rest of our night with our friends?”

I just nod along. Whispering out. “Please. Full.” Not able to formulate more than two words in my current state.

Apparently, that was all the validation he needed to hear to stop holding back and release his seed into my waiting womb. Painting my walls white with rope after rope of his spend. 

It felt like it went on forever with how much he was pouring into me. Until his dick stopped twitching and he collapsed onto my chest. Catching his breath and covering my face in sweet kisses as we both came back down to earth.

We stayed locked together, my well-loved pussy warming his cock, as we both let our fingertips roam along the others skin. Allowing ourselves time to just revel in the moment of the new direction our relationship looks to be heading.

"I’ve had feelings for you for a long time now, ya know. Just never thought that you’d ever actually love a loser like me back. So, Songbird, our resident Siren, will you do me the honor of officially becoming mine now?” He asks into my neck. 

I can’t help but grin like the cat that got the cream. “You're truly stuck with me now, Batboy. A Tarrasque couldn’t rip me from your arms."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He places a soft kiss to my lips.

Just as the kiss deepens and we begin the journey towards round two, there’s a knock on the door, followed by Steve’s muffled voice. "You guys done scarring us for life yet? Dustin won’t let us eat until you guys get back out here."

We both can’t hold in our laughter. "Tell Dusty buns we'll be right out but we're not staying long. I've got time to make up for. So you assholes are going to have to call it a night earlier than usual."

“TMI man! A simple ‘Be right out’ would have been enough, Eds.” Steve scoffs as he walks back to down the hall.

“Come on, sugar. Let’s get dressed before Dustin comes looking for us next.”

We quickly throw our clothes back on. Not wanting to keep our friends waiting much longer. As we reach the door to his room Eddie spins me around and pins me to it. Gazing deeply into my eyes he speaks. “I love you Songbird.”

“I love you too Batboy.”

Another sweet kiss is exchanged. “Now let’s go be a gross couple so we can weird out our friends. I think we’ve earned it.”

This night turned out so much better than I ever expected. Sometimes it really is best just to let the chaos reign.

[manohmangreeneyes]

The Harrigtons™

summary: steve harrington x y/n byers and their six little nuggets' life

characters: dad!steve x byers!y/n, joyce x hopper, will, jonothan, el, dustin, lucas x max, mike

warnings: ST4 VOL. 2 SPOILERS!! fluff, minimal swearing, pregnancy, hinted smut, childbirth, that's probably it :)

legend: italics = not in the moment narration, ~~~ = scene change

a/n: ik literally nobody pays attention to these but if this sucks i'm sorry it's my first time writing :,) also i tried really hard to keep steve in-character, bc i read so many of these where he totally isn't.. takes place after season four, except there's no ominous ending (i'm coming for u duffers) also nancy is non-existent in this fic (i love her but she would be problematic due to ST4 ship moments; and there's no mileven or byler bc will and el are way to good for mike and the im convinced byler car scene was will finally letting himself let go of mike)

anyways enjoy

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"STEVE!" I cried, sitting on the cold tile of our shared bedroom's bathroom.

He sprinted in from the kitchen- with the glass of water he went to get for me- breathless. "What's it say?"

I flipped the pregnancy test around, revealing two pink lines.

"YES!" he cried, high-fiving me ecstatically. "This is so great, y/n," he smiled, kneeling down to my spot on the floor.

"We're gonna be parents," I murmured, caressing my boyfriend's face gently.

"The start of our Brood of Harringtons™!" He cheered.

~~~

You're probably wondering, "What had you done to get in this situation?" Hopefully not literally, but that's not the point. Well, after all of the chaos in Hawkins, me and Steve finally decided what was most important to the both of us: each other.

Now, I know it was cheesy for us to realize that, but c'mon, where did you think all those clichés came from?

After Steve's sappy speech in the Winnebago, and the terrifying threats of the Upside Down, we worked towards making that dream a reality.

Steve enrolled in ILEA, or the Police Academy for Indiana. I went back to college, seeing as I had been accepted to the local community college. Me and Steve had planned to wait to get married and have our "six little nuggets", as he calls them, until after college. But things don't always go according to plan- especially after a few drinks and a local party (which I remember nothing, not even whose party it was). I missed my monthly twice, and finally told Steve. Of course, he was beyond happy, and ran out to buy a few pregnancy tests. And that's how we ended up talking about our baby-to-come on a Sunday afternoon, on the floor of our bathroom.

But that was back in '87, a whole year after the last.. incident. But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to tell you about my family, The Harrington's.

~~~

Nine months after that, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy: Matthew James Harrington. Born October 7, 1987, at 6:22 in the morning, after 13 long hours of excruciating pain. Here's how it went..

"Hey, Steve..?" I said calmly.

"Yeah, babe?" Steve called from over his shoulder. He was on a ladder, fixing a dead lightbulb in the nursery.

"So, don't freak out," I said, still calm. Which, of course, made Steve turn around, and see me waddle in with my water broken all over my pants.

"Oh. Oh! OH, SSSSSSHIT!" He yelled, scrambling down the ladder. "Ooookay, okay. Stay calm, alright! You go take a bath, change into your hospital clothes, and we'll get in the car, and drive to the hospital!" He listed as he guided me into the bathroom, starting a bath and lying out my hospital clothes.

"Alright, I'll stay calm," I giggled, laughing at his panicked state.

After helping me into the bath, he darted between the bathroom and bedroom, continuously asking me how I felt. "Are you sure you don't need anything? Like, absolutely sure? Because I can get you anything you need," He rambled.

"I need you to stop asking me if I'm alright every five seconds. I'll let you know if I'm in any pain." I sighed.

"Okay, okay, sorry." He muttered, helping me out of the bath after a bit and handing me my clothes.

(Which I may or may not have had to ask for help to put on)

~~~

Steve had called my Mom (Joyce), Stepdad (Hop), Stepsister (El), and Brothers (Jon and Will) once we were at the hospital. They rushed over, only Mom and Steve following me into the delivery room.

"It's alright sweetheart, it's almost time," my mother cooed, pressing kisses to my sweaty forehead as she smoothed my hair. "You're almost there."

As expected, I was crying in pain. Scratch that, I was wailing. Childbirth is my least favorite thing, just to be clear.

"Good job, y/n.. good job, hon." Steve was repeating this like his life depends on it, his hand in mine as I squeezed it, nearly breaking his hand.

"I was prepared for pain, not whatever the hell this is!" I screeched, letting out a final push. And then I heard it. Sure, anyone else would have covered their ears at the sound of a screaming baby, but when it's yours, it is an entirely different experience.

Steve let go of my hand, walking over to the nurse holding our son. "Can I...?" He whispered. The nurse nodded, handing him our baby.

"Good job, sweetie.. you did so good." Mom sobbed as she kisses my head. She gave my hand a squeeze as Steve handed me our first baby.

"Hi, little man," I blubbered, "Hello, it's mama." Different flavors of that sentence passed between my giggles and sobs.

"We did good, huh?" Steve murmured, stroking my hair and holding our son's head.

"If you mean me by 'we', then, yes, I did do good." I teased, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Mom scooped the baby up softly, murmuring to him as me and Steve filled out our new baby's birth certificate. I looked back over once we finished, smiling at my mother and son.

"Yes, hello.... It's me, it's Grandma," she cooed.

I was really grateful for my mom and Hopper; they didn't waste one second in congratulating me and Steve. There were no lectures about how we were barely twenty, only loving support. Especially from the kids; they were all about being uncles and aunts. Steve's parents, however, were a different story.

Steve hasn't had the best relationship with his parents; his father really cared about what Steve did with his life. Which doesn't sound bad, except for the fact that that was all he cared about. Steve's mother was the same story, with a bit of 'I love you's sprinkled in between the lectures.

We had decided to keep Chris and babies-to-come out of his parents' lives. Steve wasn't comfortable with our kids being exposed to the same thing he was.

But my family's support and loved was very visible when they came in to meet baby Chris.

~~~

The boys walked in first, as the hospital only allowed two at a time (which meant Mom and Steve were kicked out). Will was carrying a bouquet of flowers for Steve and I, and Jonathan was holding his camera, jumping at the chance for pictures of his brand-new nephew.

"Hey, y/n/n," Will said. He walked over, sitting in the chair next to me. He peered at the tiny baby swaddled in puffy blankets. "And hello, baby...?"

"Christopher James Harrington." I stated proudly.

"Yeah, I'm not repeating all of that. Hi there, Chris." My younger brother cooed.

"Alright, move, my turn," Jonathan said after Will had got a chance to hold Chris. "Can I take a picture of you?" he asked.

You hadn't expected anything less from your twin brother. "One picture," you sighed. "Only one."

He smiled, snapping a picture of the two of you. "Now it's my turn to hold him... Hi there, Christopher.." he cooed, then looked back up to me. "He is the spitting image of Steve. The hair and everything."

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna have my hands full."

After the boys left me, El and Hopper walked in. El, never having held or been exposed to a baby, was extremely nervous. She let Hop go first, and he gladly accepted the offer.

"Let me get my hands on this monster," he uttered softly. It seems a bit harsh for a newborn, but I didn't expect any mushy baby-talk from him. "Hey there, Chris, It's Grandpa. I.." Jim went on talking to Chris as I motion El to come stand on my other side.

"Don't be nervous, El. You're gonna be just fine," I spoke. "I'll be right here and Jim's gonna help you hold her."

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I won't.. hurt him?"

"You would never." I promised.

With that, she walked over and sat in the chair. Hop helped her hold Christopher, and soon she was giggling at his little cries and squeaks.

After that, Steve came in to help us to the car. However, I refused to drive home, afraid the carseat wasn't in properly. Hopper checked it three times, but every time I looked at it and shook my head.

So, yes. I did, in fact, walk home with my newborn and boyfriend, the rest of my family following in the two cars that were brought.

~~~

I jumped, hearing a clamor and lots of various "LET US IN!"s at my front door. It was just two days after me and Chris came home from the hospital, and Steve had told the Teens to wait a few days until unleashing their chaos on our new baby. I laughed, making a "be quiet" signal as I opened the door to the Teens.

"Oh, don't tell me he's asleep!" Dustin complained.

"No, but you can't shout around a newborn regardless." I laughed.

They filed in and sat around the living room as I headed upstairs. "Guess who's here," I cooed to my son.

"I don't have to guess, I can hear them from up here," Steve said, walking in to hug me from behind.

"Hate to break it to you, but I wasn't talking to you, love. But, you do get to change him!" I said, handing the baby to Steve.

Steve sighed, sniffing his son. "Wow- that smells horrible. He's only drinking milk?" he coughed, beginning to change your baby.

"I'll be waiting with them," I laughed.

~~~

After changing him, Steve brought Chris down, handing him to Dustin first.

"I swear to you, Henderson, if you drop my kid you'll never be seen again," he warned, gently placing Chris in Dustin's arms.

The Teens crowded around him, all cooing and laughing at his every movement and sound. El and Will sat back with you, and Steve was behind the couch.

"Are you really going to let Mike hold him?" Will asked doubtfully.

"Yes," I said, seeing Mike glare over at Will. Then leaning into my little brother's ear, "sit next to him when he does." Which earned a laugh from the pair.

After they all had gotten a chance to hold Christopher, Max had called dibs on holding her the rest of the time, save little breaks when El would hold her. Steve and Dustin cooked dinner under the supervision of Lucas. Not that he was any more equipped, but if Steve and Dustin got into an argument, he was there to make sure nothing was set on fire.

And that's how things were. I loved the Teens, and not just because they were free babysitters. I knew that I was never going to have to worry about my babies, they were going to be very well cared for.

~~~

A few years later, Steve is Chief of Police. Yes, he's graduated from ILEA. I got a job at Hawkins' Law Firm, even if I was only their receptionist, and graduated college. It was now 1990, and me and Steve have two kids with another on the way. Christopher was now three years old, and a carbon copy of his father. We have a one and a half year old girl, Jessica. She was, and is, also a carbon copy of Steve, much to my annoyance that none of our babies take after me. Our next baby is also a girl, and I was about seven months along. We're naming her Emily.

Oh, and I almost forgot. Me and Steve tied the knot. After I gave birth to Jessica, he proposed to me. Not right after obviously, but about a month.

"So, what's the occasion?" I giggled, me and Steve sitting under a tree at Lovers' Lake.

"The occasion," Steve mocked my words, "is that I love you and our little family."

"That was the occasion when Jessica spit up on your back at breakfast today," I smiled. "so what's the real occasion?"

Steve sighed, pulling out a ring from his jean pocket. "The occasion," he murmured, "is our engagement..?" he ended it as a question.

"Steve, are you for real?" My voice trembled, on the verge of tears. It's crazy how even when I'm not pregnant my emotions can change in a matter of minutes.

He nodded. "Uhm, duh," He kissed my neck. "So?" Steve was never patient.

"Yes! Of course!" I sobbed- or laughed- well, both. "Gimme," I sniffled, looking at the simple silver band, lined with tiny diamonds. "Steve, it's beautiful."

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it."

~~~

"Mama," a small voice whispered, crawling on top of me, tiny knees and elbows crashing into my face. "Mama, it's time to go now."

I sighed, opening my eyes to a pair of identical y/e/c ones. "You're right, baby."

Steve walked in, tackling our youngest. "C'mon, nugget, let's go eat breakfast while Mama gets dressed."

I stretched, smiling. "You made breakfast?"

"I did," He smiled. "Everyone's up, except you. So let's go, chop chop."

"Alright, alright. I'll be down soon."

Steve and I have two boys and four girls. Not quite what we had planned, but we have no complaints. As I said before, things don't always go according to plan.

So here's our not-so-little family tree: Christopher James Harrington, born 1987. Jessica Brittany Harrington, born 1989. Emily Joyce Harrington, born 1991. The twins, Eddie Brian and Tiffany Michelle Harrington, born 1993. And lastly, Rachel Alison Harrington, born 1996.

~~~

"Have I told you what a great husband you are?" I murmured, hugging Steve from behind.

"Mm, not yet, I don't think so," he teased, passing down pancakes with the help of Chris.

"Well, you are." I smiled, scattering kisses on my husband's neck (much to our kids' disgust).

"I figured."

I sat down with my family, finishing up breakfast. After that, we all piled into our Winnebago, off on our long talked about Harrington Summer Road Trip.

~~~

So there we are. A whole brood, army, cult, whatever you'd like to call it, of Harringtons. There were some bumps along the way, like the time Steve dropped Eddie when he was two months old. Or the time I forgot Christopher at the grocery store when he was eight. But let's talk about high points: I started taking weekends and Wednesdays off to take care of the kids, and Steve came home earlier and left later for work. We got a dog, a golden retriever named Scooter. Robin comes over to babysit, along with Dustin and El. Sometimes Will tags along on our family trips, dragging Jonathan along. Jess got accepted onto the cheer team, and Tiffany is the head of the mathletes. Ed is a track star, and Rachel is an off-balanced ballerina. Chris is a basketball star, just like his dad. And Emily joined the AV club, ironically enough.

I guess that's it. Our Brood of Harringtons™. And boy, are we happy.

~~~

a/n: i'm sorry that gave me Cheaper By The Dozen vibes :,/ anyways requests are open for any Marvel or Stranger Things requests :)

[ozwriterchick]

Who the hell is Daddy??? - Pt 2

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes; OFC/Meghan Snow; OFC/Darcy Hunt; Other Avengers mentioned

Content warnings: Angst; Pregnancy

Legend: Italics are OFC Journal entries

A/Notes: This is part 2, Part 1 can be read here, please read that first or this may not make sense

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

The next day

I barely slept last night, what little I did sleep was out of pure exhaustion and no more than about half an hour at a time.  By the time 5am came around Bucky still hadn’t come back to our room and he hadn’t answered any of my calls or messages.

I wanted to talk to Steve or Nat, but they had gone away for the weekend so I couldn’t talk to either of them.  I figured I’d call my Mum and maybe talk to her but it was still super early, so I thought, why not drive to their place and talk to her in person.

I packed a bag to stay the night and around 2 hours later I arrived at my parents house.  The place where I grew up, I took my first step, had my first date, my first alcoholic drink.  The place where I lost my virginity and most importantly, the place I first told Bucky I loved him, about 6 months into our relationship.

As I walked up the front path, the door swung open and Mum was standing there.  I ran to her and she opened her arms and just squeezed me and I broke down crying.

“Meg, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Just ev..everything Ma.”

“Oh love, do you want a cup of tea and we can talk?”

“Ye..Ye.. Yes p..please”

We went inside, Mum made a cup of tea and grabbed a box of tissues and we went and sat in my old bedroom so we could talk without any interruptions.  Dad wasn’t home so it was just us.

She let me drink about half the tea and calm down a bit before she continued.

“Now Meggy, tell me what’s wrong.”

“Oh Mum, I thought he’d be ha..happy but he st..stormed out and he didn’t com..come ho..home.”

“Ok, well how about you tell me what you thought he’d be happy about and what happened before he stormed out.”

“I.. I.. Oh god, why is it so hard to say..”

“You’re having a baby?”

“You knew? Then why did you ask?”

“I’m your Mum, I know you, and I couldn’t think of much else that it would be.  You needed to say it, but I get why it’s hard, the last reaction you had was so far from what you wanted or thought it would be.  Oh my gosh, I’m going to be a Nanna?  Just wait until your Dad gets home, he’s going to be over the moon.”

I laughed because I knew she was so right.  I know his reaction will be what I’d hoped Bucky’s would be.

I explained everything to Mum while we waited for Dad to get home.  I told her that we hadn’t discussed kids and that we were good with using protection, that the flu I had a couple of months ago must have reduced the efficacy of the pill I was taking and we didn’t think to use any backup.  I told her that I was nervous and scared but also excited because I thought Bucky was my endgame and I was his.

I showed her pictures of the box I put together to let Bucky know about the baby.  Then I told her about what happened after I gave him the box.  

“Mum, he didn’t explain anything, he just left and he didn’t come back.  I suppose we should have spoken about kids before now but he just said he needed some air and he left.  I know it’s sudden but I was excited about it - I still am I guess, but it’s definitely taken some of the shine off it.”

“Well, that does sound odd.  I would have thought after all he’s been through that he’d be jumping for joy at starting a family.”

“Me too, see I’m not being unrealistic to expect that reaction am I?  I mean, if he really didn’t want kids, you think he’d tell me at the start?”

At that moment, the front door opened and I heard my Dad’s excited voice. “Meggy, I didn’t know you were coming?  Where are you?”

“In the kitchen with Mum.” I laughed for the first time in the last 15 or so hours.

Dad came through the door and almost picked me up he was so excited to see me.  “Oh darling, I’m so excited you’re here.  I have a little league match that I’m coaching this afternoon.  Where’s Bucky,?  As soon as I saw your car, I thought maybe he’d like to come with me, give you and your Mum time to talk, or you can come too if you want.”

At that, he noticed my face fall.  “Meggy my darling, what’s wrong?”  He picked me up off the chair and hugged me to his chest.

“Oh Dad, everything.  I think you should sit down, I have some stuff to tell you.” Dad sat at the table next to me and reached over to grab Mum’s hand “To answer your first question, I don’t know where Bucky is.  He’s not here, that much I do know.  I think we might be over, he left last night and didn’t come home.”

“Now the reason he left, because last night I told him I’m pregnant.” I smiled at Dad to let him know I was ok with being pregnant, even despite Bucky’s reaction I’d just let him know about.

“My baby’s having a baby? I’m gonna be a Granddad? Oh I can’t wait to tell the guys at the club - none of them have grandkids yet.”

“See, that’s the excitement I was after, why is that so hard.”

“Honey, he must have a reason for his reaction, he’s not a cruel man.  You just have to sit down and talk to him”

“I know Mum, but it’s kinda hard to talk to him when I don’t know where he is.”

With the perfect timing of a movie or tv show, my phone started ringing at that moment.  I nervously picked it up and told Mum & Dad that it was Steve.

“Hi Steve, what’s up?”

“Hey Megs, do you know where Bucky is?”

“I don’t Steve, I haven’t seen him since last night.  I was going to ask you if you knew where he was.”

“Last night?  Did he go on a mission or something?”

“Ummm, no, we had a.. well I guess you’d call it a fight, and he left.  He didn’t come home all night.  I left early this morning and I'm at my parents place right now.”

“Oh, say hi to them.  What happened if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t but I’m not sure I want to talk about it over the phone.  I was going to stay here tonight, because I really can’t lay in our bed and wait and have him not come home again.”

“Was it that huge a disagreement Megs?”

I sighed thinking I may as well tell him. “Steve, I may as well tell you but you have to promise not to tell anyone else ok?”

“If you ask me not to say anything I won’t, you know that.”

“I know, I just have to be sure, because, well, I’m pregnant Steve.  I thought Bucky would be excited but he got really strange and asked me why I’d tell him this and think he’d be happy about it.  Then he said he needed air and he just left.”

“Oh, ok, wow.  Ummm, yeah.”

“Steve??? You’re having a similar reaction to him, is there something I don’t know about?”

“I guess you could say that.  Even though I don’t know where he is, I know he’ll be spiralling down a rabbit hole right now.  But you really need to ask him about it.  ”

“Well, that would be easier if he would answer my calls or messages.. I guess I’ll just have to keep trying.  If you see him, please ask him to talk to me.”

“I will.  And Megs, don’t give up on him and allow him to explain his thought processes..”

“Ok Steve, thanks.”

I decided then and there to try him again, I hadn’t tried calling him since before I left the tower.  I called and again it rang several times then went to voicemail, so I knew his phone was on.  

“Hey Buck, I’m not sure what’s going on but I guarantee whatever you think is happening probably isn’t.  I just need you to talk to me so I can put your mind at east.  Please, please call me.  Or come to me, I’m at Mum & Dad’s place. Please Buck, I love you.”

Not 30 seconds later, my phone started ringing, his face and name showing up as the caller.

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‘[Bubblegum, Bubblegum] Eddie Munson x reader

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Summary; the four times Eddie tried guessing your bubblegum flavor and the one time he got it right. Along with a sudden stroke of confidence, a movie night, a nosey friend, and an applebees dinner date. {3.5k words}

Warnings; fem!reader. MDNI. Reader is depicted to be feminine and is called she/her but not necessarily afab. little flashbacks are in italics. eating. reader has long enough hair to be able to hide behind it.

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Eddie hated his job, to say the least. Sure, he had Steve and Robin to help him if he needed if the register got stuck or something wouldn't scan, but the problem was he had to deal with the public.

Eddie Munson wasn't too popular with the public.

There was always someone who gave him a glare (it either made him wanna roll his eyes or recoil in fear) or simply refused to be helped by him. Someone once told him they'd rather live in a corner of hell than buy from a place that would hire him.

"Yeah, well, I refuse to sell to someone who looks like they were raised in a zoo!"

Not his best comeback, but it got rid of the close-minded idiot.

So, when he noticed you walking in wearing a pretty long skirt and a shirt he was sure your parents would call "too short", he expected the worst.

You absentmindedly chewed gum as you sifted through the box labeled 'new on vhs!'. Eddie could barely read the handwriting- robin had written it- but he thought you got the hint. And so he kept his distance.

Don't speak unless spoken to was the golden rule for someone like him.

"Excuse me, honey," you asked. He knew he should be panicking right now because you surely had bad intentions, but he was panicking over the sound of your voice. Perfect, he'd describe it.

A chill went up his spine. "Uh-" he shook his head to snap out of the fog. "Yeah, sorry, what do you need?" It came out ruder than he meant.

You smiled, a soft giggle escaping your lips. "I was wondering how much this is to buy?" You handed him a tape. 

He pointed to the sign that was above the box. “12.99,” he answered. It was just a ploy to talk to him, but he clearly didn’t get it. He was cute, you thought. 

“I know...” you got closer to him to read his nametag. “Eddie.” 

His brows knitted together. “So why did you ask?” 

“Just wanted to talk to you. You looked lonely.” 

he didn’t know whether to thank you or to feel insulted. So he did both. “Thanks?”

Your smile faltered. “Oh! No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just-” you sighed. “Sorry.” you ended with. 

And to that, Eddie smiled. You might not have been as awkward as he was, but you certainly were to some degree. It comforted him to know he wasn’t the only one. 

There was a pregnant pause. Eddie cleared his throat. You tapped on the counter. “So, uh. Do you actually want that movie?” 

You forced down a laugh. “yeah.” he took it out of your hand. 

“What flavor gum is that?” This was his attempt at small talk. 

“Guess.” you rested your chin in your hand, laughing when he eyed you. 

He took a second to come up with an answer, trying to time his breaths to smell it. “Apple?” he finally guessed. 

“Nope. Grape.”

Eddie smiled as he rolled his eyes, handing you your change and the movie. “Have fun with your new movie, you goof.”

“Maybe we can watch it together?” Even you were surprised by the sudden confidence.

And suddenly every bone in Eddie's body was made of concrete. “What? Seriously?” 

Your smile was back, wider than ever. “yeah! I think it’d be fun. Plus, it’ll get you out of this shit hole for a night, right?” 

He took a moment to answer, but he never intended on denying you. “Okay. Why don’t you meet me here tomorrow after I close at ten? Who’s place works better for you?”

“Does yours work?”

“If it didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked, sweetheart.” Of course. Duh. You felt silly even asking. “So tomorrow at ten?”

You nodded, giving him a salute as you walked backward toward the door. Eddie laughed, and you had to turn to hide the flustered look on your face. 

—

Ten o’clock came faster than it had before, you thought. It was just a silly movie date at his place, but you made sure to look decent anyway. Not business or going out decent, but jeans and one of the few not-stained shirts you had kind of decent. 

At least it’s something, you mumbled to yourself. Eddie smiled when he seen you outside the store, making your way to the door with an equal smile on your face. 

“Hey, honey,” he mimicked the nickname you used for him the day before. You rolled your eyes with a smile. 

“Good evening, kind sir,” you joked, taking a bow. Eddie had to stop himself from falling with laughter. He wasn’t sure what was so funny about it, and quite frankly, neither did you, but he was damn near laughing his ass off. 

"you ready?" You asked awkwardly, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt.

Eddie calmed himself, realizing you were feeling uncomfortable. Looking back, he wasn't sure how he knew. He just did. It was instinct. "Yeah." He nodded.

"I usually walk here, I'm gonna need a ride to your place if that's alright?"

He nodded again, offering a smile. "come on." The jangling of his keys startled you slightly. You were trying to push down every bit of nervousness that coursed through you, but it was obviously not working.

Eddie placed a hand on your back to guide you to his van. It smelled clean. You didn't realize it because this was your first time in it, but he had cleaned it for once— for you— and nothing could have stopped him from feeling proud of himself when you mentioned it.

He did the same with the trailer. Wayne gave strange looks watching his nephew run frantically around the trailer doing every chore he could think of but nodded in realization (and surprise) when Eddie explained it was for a date. 

“At least I think it’s a date. I’m not sure, she didn't give me very much information. Do I look okay? maybe I should shower.” Eddie nodded frantically. “yeah, thats a good idea—”

Wayne laughed. “Alright, son, calm down. I’m sure it’ll be fine. If this ‘she’ has a problem with our place looking a mess, then maybe she isn’t the one for you.”

Eddie thought he was right, but cleaned anyway, wanting to make a good impression. Showing how messy he can be can wait for another date, he thought. Then he thought he should ask. “Is this a date?”

the question caught you off guard, you thought the answer was obvious. You nodded slightly, turning to him. He did look pretty in the dim light. “Yeah, but if it’s alright with you, I don't wanna call anything ‘official’ yet.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s okay! I’m not really ready for that either yet, I just wasn’t sure whether or not to call this a date.”

You didn’t seem off-put when you pulled into the trailer park, and Eddie took that as a good sign. You weren’t quick to judge. Although he supposed if you were, you wouldn’t have asked him out in the first place. 

He opened the front door for you, moving for you to walk in first as he held the door open. “Welcome to my humble abode. Well, humble little trailer my uncle made me start paying rent for.” he sighed a nervous laugh. 

Thankfully, you laughed with him. “Family can be harsh sometimes.” 

“let me set up the movie.” you handed him the tape. “there's drinks in the fridge if you want something. I’ve got soda, little juice boxes, water bottles, and beer if you’re really feeling it.”

“Oh, no thank you. I’m chewing gum. Helps me relax sometimes.”

Eddie smiled. He knew he smelled something on you, he just didn’t want to make a fool of himself asking in case you weren’t wearing any sort of scent. “What flavor?” he asked, instead of his first thought, which was What scent?

A smile formed on your features as you sat down with him. “Guess.” you smiled up at him, and he had to stop himself from just kissing you right then and there. 

“Don’t kiss her on the first date, you dope!” Wayne had said. “You don’t want her to think you’re doing this for something else.” Eddie walked away from the conversation. 

“Well, you were chewing grape yesterday, so I'm gonna say that.” He thought it was a smart answer, and the thought of you possibly changing flavors had never crossed his mind. He was proud of himself before you even told him if he was right or not. 

You shook your head no. “uh-uh. It’s cinnamon.”

He sighed in disappointment and pressed play on the movie. 

—

“Don’t get me wrong, it went well... Actually, it was perfect. I just don’t know when a good time would be to see him again.” you rolled your eyes as your friend laughed on the other end. 

“If it was so perfect then don’t stall seeing him again! maybe he’s the one,” you were pretty sure she was joking about that last part. 

And so, you did. You walked over to his work with full intentions of saying you liked him, the date, and would like- love- to go on another one. But those plans flew out the window upon what Robin said when you walked in. 

“Hey, Munson! your little lovebird is here!” She noticed the shock on your face and froze. “Oh! Sorry, did I freak you out? I didn’t mean to, I promise. I’m just very impulsive, and—”

“Okay, Robin, that’s enough. You’re just making it worse for the poor girl.” Eddie pushed her towards the break room. As much as she wanted to continue to apologize, she got the hint and left you two alone. 

Suddenly the air was simultaneously awkward and comfortable. Only Eddie Munson could manage that, but he just rolled with it. “So, um,” he started. “The other night was fun. The movie was great.” he brushed a hand through his hair, eyeing your face for any sign of regret. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “great movie.”

His eyes went wide, mistaking your tone for sarcasm. “I mean you were great too! Is that something appropriate to say?” he wondered aloud, only making you laugh. 

“It’s more than alright. I was just wondering if you’d wanna do it again?” Okay, half the mission accomplished. 

Eddie smiled so wide he thought he’d break his face somehow. “Yeah, yeah, that’s okay! I would love to.”

“Eddie, you look like a crazy person!” Robin yelled from the breakroom door. Eddie turned to flip her off, and she walked back into the room. 

“Sorry about her, she’s kind of a nut case,” he apologized. 

You laughed, and the butterflies returned to his belly. “It’s okay. I’m just worried about when I’ll get to see you again for a date?”

Eddie froze again. Even after already having been on a date with you, he was still surprised you’d want to be with him. This time you had to snap your fingers at him to get him back to reality and away from his daydreams. 

“You alright there, honey?” You asked teasingly, a laugh bubbling up in your throat. “Looked like you were on another planet for a minute.” 

Eddie smiled dopily, looking at you as if his pupils were hearts. “I’d love to go on another date with you. What were you thinking? Movie? Dinner? I’m up for anything, really!” 

You smiled at your feet. He was so excited to go out with you, and since you were single all your teen years, you thought no one would be this happy to be with you. And yet here he was. Eddie Munson is practically on his knees for you just for a chance at a second date. 

He was worried he was being too dramatic. He was overselling himself, he was sure of it, but the look on your face proved him otherwise. The smile you wore was nothing but ecstatic. You were just as happy, and yet flustered, as he was. 

“Dinner sounds nice,” you answered. “But we’re splitting the check, cause there’s no way I’m letting you waste your money on me.”

“It wouldn’t be a waste, honeybunch. You’re the perfect person for me to spend my minimum wage an hour money on.” You both laughed. Eddie snorted, causing you both to fall into a fit of laughter. 

You could also hear Robin laughing from the other room. 

You were halfway home when you realized you hadn’t set a date or time. you thought about running back to the store, but it was already near dark out, and that wouldn’t be too safe. So, you ran home and called the store, hoping your sudden Mr. perfect hadn’t closed yet. 

Luckily, he didn’t, and the phone rang for just a few seconds before you heard, “You’ve reached Family Video, how may I help you?” Eddie sounded tired, and you suddenly felt bad for calling. He was probably in the middle of closing, hoping to get home and go to bed. 

“Hey, Eds,” you said, breaking the small silence. 

“Oh! Hi! What’re you calling for? Did you forget something here? I can bring it to you if—”

You laughed, cutting him off. “No, I just realized we agreed to a date but not a day or time.” 

Eddie huffed out a laugh. He truly was worried something had happened or he did something wrong. “I can pick you up on Saturday.” He heard you pop a gumball in your mouth, and smiled. 

“What time?” 

“Say seven? Is that a good time for dinner?” he was already thinking of his guess. 

“Yeah, that works,” you answered through a yawn. 

“And one more thing, sweetheart. What flavor gum is that?”

Your brows shot up, eyes wide with surprise. “How did you know I was chewing it over the phone?” you laughed. 

Eddie smiled to himself but hoped you could see it and smile with him. “I’m gonna guess…” he drew out the word. “Juicy fruit?”

“Nuh-uh.” you laughed at his exaggerated groan. “It’s grape again.”

Eddie didn’t say anything. Just hung up the phone, and now knew his life mission was to guess your bubblegum flavor correctly. 

—

Applebee’s was the only place Eddie could think of to take you. 

Sure, it wasn’t the best place in the world, but it was at least something. You were promised a dinner date, not a good restaurant. He didn’t think you cared, though. In fact, you seemed thrilled to be taken out to an actual restaurant instead of the alternative, which was staying in with crappy microwave food. 

“You look nice,” Eddie complimented. “Like what you did with your hair.”

You pushed a stray strand behind your ear, smiling at your feet. “Thanks. You’re the one taking me out, this was the least I could do to thank you,” you teased, admiring the way his face got red. You dressed up for him. He was thrilled. 

Some people gave you strange looks when they realized you were on a date in Applebee’s, of all places. Eddie glared back when you weren’t looking. “Can I get you two anything to drink?” 

You looked to Eddie, waiting for him to answer. “I’ll take a tea, thank you,” he said. 

The server wrote it down. “I’ll have one too, please.” The server nodded, then walked away.

“You seem nervous,” Eddie pointed out. “Did I do something?” 

Your eyes went wide, quick to apologize. “Oh, no! I’m sorry, I’ve just never been on an actual dinner date before. I don’t really know what happens.” 

Eddie laughed lowly. “Can I tell you a secret?” he asked, just above a whisper. He looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. You laughed at his dramatics, earning a smile. “I’ve never been on a real date either. That’s why I panicked and cleaned everything before you came over for the movie.”

Leave it up to Eddie to make you feel silly for being nervous. Although, his admission did ease your nerves a bit. He was just as nervous as you were, but he was also just good at hiding it. Or maybe you just didn’t notice because you were up in your own head too much. Still, he managed to make you feel a bit better about yourself, and you silently thanked him for it. 

The server came back with your drinks just in time. “Dates are more nerve-racking than I thought they'd be.” 

“Yeah, but as long as they're with someone you like, thats alright, right?” He took his drink from the server, handing you yours. 

You smiled shyly. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

You ordered a strangely named burger you were intrigued about. Eddie ordered off the children's menu. He wanted to seem a bit more grown up and order something that was a genuine meal, but he saw the mac-n-cheese picture and just couldn’t help himself. The server raised a brow at him but took the order anyway. 

You laughed when the server walked away. Eddie turned back to you, a wide smile on his face. “What? It looked good!”

“Hey, I don't blame you. The children's menus always seem better than the other food.”

Eddie nodded in agreement. “Right!” 

There was a pause, but this time it only felt semi-awkward. He was growing on you. Becoming less of a stranger and more of a whatever was going on between you guy. You were sure you needed to talk about that at some point but now didn’t seem like the right time. You were too comfortable just letting this play out how it needed to for the moment. 

You fiddled with your pockets, making sure the gum packet was still in one.  Eddie noticed but didn’t mention it. He was actually planning on catching a glimpse of it before you put it in your mouth. Maybe the color would hint at what flavor it was. 

“You know, I was also worried you wouldn’t like this place,” Eddie said, taking a bite of his food. Unlike how he thought you would think of him for talking with his mouth full, you thought it was amusing. He wasn’t embarrassed about it, and you admired that. Even if it was over something his uncle surely would have told him not to do. He acted as if it were normal to be imperfect and not always in ‘professional’ mode. 

“No, it’s fine. I’m just glad we’re going out again.” It took a moment for you to realize you’d said that last part out loud. Eddie didn’t seem to mind. 

“Yeah, I really like you.” now he was the one thinking aloud. 

You smiled sheepishly, your leg beginning to bounce. “Thanks,” you said, not quite sure what else to say. “I really like you too.” 

“Well, I should hope so,” he joked. “We are on a date, after all.”

You continued to eat in silence, just happy being in each other's presence. Maybe your friend was right about him being ‘the one’ as she put it. 

Eddie smiled to himself, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Call me crazy, but I think this is the best date I've ever had.”

“This is the only date you've ever had.” The server handed you the bill, but Eddie quickly took it from your hands and stuffed the money in it before handing it back to the server. 

“Yeah, but it’s the best thing I could have asked for! I’m with a pretty girl—” you blushed— “I had a good meal, and I’m happy.” Eddie absentmindedly chewed on the straw he took from the drink as you walked out. 

You giggled, head down to hide your face in your hair. “Thank you for tonight, Eddie.” you put a piece of gum in your mouth, hopping into his van. White, he noticed. That could be anything.

“It’s really no problem. I wanna do it again sometime.” he smiled over at you. “Now, are you willing to tell me what flavor gum that is?”

A wide smile spread across your cheeks. “Nope. have to guess.”

And then he kissed you. He leaned over the console, hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer and kissed you. Before your senses could kick back in and you could kiss him back, he pulled away. “Regular bubblegum,” he said, acting unfazed about what he'd just done. 

Your mouth fell open in disbelief, and you leaned over to kiss him again. He was sure he could melt right then and there. Cave, and let you do whatever you wanted to him, but he also knew he couldn’t let you slip away from him. So he settled for kissing you back, hands on either side of your face with such care you thought you’d be the one melting. 

It was perfect, he was perfect. And then, you knew that your friend was right. You’d be loving this man for the rest of your life.

[violet-phoenix-nebula]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

65

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

325,309

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Actively: primarily Supernatural

Past: MCU, Harry Potter, Twilight, Divergent, Hunger Games, House M.D.,

4. Top 5 fics by kudos:

1. Disillusioned

Twilight, Bella/Carlisle, incomplete & on indefinite hiatus

2. Common Courtesy

Captain America, Steve/Bucky

3. Love Isn't All That It Seems (I've Been Sleepwalking)

Supernatural, [ship omitted out of respect for others]

4. The More That You Say, The Less I Know

Supernatural, Castiel/Dean

5. Plants Awoke and They Slowly Grow (Beneath the Skin)

Supernatural, Castiel/Dean Winchester

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to respond to all of them, though sometimes I miss an email and it takes me forever.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Going with only completed works, I'd say it'd be one of these two:

Knives In My Heart - Divergent, Eric/Tris, MCD

They're Burning All The Witches (Even If You Aren't One) - Captain America/MCU, Steve/Bucky, rape/non-con

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh god, honestly most of my works have happy endings, and a few with more open/ambiguous endings, so really there's no way to pick one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

People seem more courteous now, but I used to all the time. I tend to add some kind of snarky iteration of "don't like, don't read" on most of my controversial ones now, but my ships have definitely gotten me hate.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, though I just call it porn. I'm in spitting distance of 30. I call it what it is. And I'd say I'm pretty good at it, overall.

10. Do you write cross-overs?

Not full on, no. I've had a crossover moment or hint before, but full crossover fics, no. I'd like to experiment with it someday, but not right now.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, but that doesn't mean it hasn't happened.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I'm 99% sure I have at least once, I know I've gotten at least one comment asking to. I never followed up on it though. Maybe I should.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Kind of? Though it was more a meshing of ideas and getting so much input from the other person that I credited them as a co-author, not them literally typing part of the fic.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Stucky (Steve/Bucky, Captain America/MCU) is my absolute OTP, forever and always. I have a few ships I love, but they're my #1. They're also one of, if not the only ship that's not problematic in any way, shape or form.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Sadly, most of them. I started posting chapters as soon as I wrote them and then my hyperfixation for the pairing/fandom passed, and I lost all motivation. If I ever did a multi chapter WIP again, I'd probably get most or all of it written before I started posting it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Definitely explicit material, porn, smut, whatever you want to call it. I've improved in the last few years for sure, and I know there's better than me out there, but I do pretty well.

I think I write well overall. There are some people who write and they have fantastic ideas but it just doesn't flow, and that's not a problem I've ever had.

I'm fantastic at one shots. I can write something short and sweet and tie it right up. Most of my work is under 10k.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I cannot write anything long worth a damn. My only longer works are unfinished, I completely lose steam. I currently have an AU in mind that I desperately want to write, but my history with abandoning multi chapter fics is scaring me away from starting it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I only speak English, so I don't. I used to try, until I was told that google translate sucks, so then I swapped to putting the English in italics.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh god, I have to go to FFN for this. Though before I actually joined any fanfic sites I sat down and wrote an alternate ending for the Twilight short story about Bree Tanner in a notebook, that was before I knew fanfic even existed. As far as posted works, it appears to be Hunger Games and Harry Potter.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Definitely All I Feel As I Get Closer To You, absolutely no contest. It's a Supernatural fic, Dean/Castiel set in season 10, at 9.2k words.

@aaronthe8thdemon is the only one I know for a fact writes fic regularly that I can think of off the top of my head, but I'll informally tag anyone who wants to participate.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Someone To Fight For (1)

a/n: hi everyone!! So this was the first series I wrote on this site but after review, I’ve decided to rewrite most of the series. This part I kept relatively the same, except I edited it bc oh boi it needed some TLC. I hope you enjoy!

word count: 1.2k

taglist: @nyx-aira @coolbeans32

warning(s): hydra; mentions of torture; Y/N is only mentioned in this part; italics mean flashback

prompt: what if hydra gave bucky someone to fight for?

Sometimes the faces of the Soldier’s victims burned into his dreams, denying him the luxury of sleep.

Sometimes he dreamed of Steve saying “I’m with you ‘till the end of the line” then fading away as he danced away with Peggy.

Other times, he heard her screams. Those were the worst. His mind wouldn’t allow him to wake up, his body frozen on the floor, forcing him to relive the terrible moments. Her eyes, filled with pain as fists and knives pierced her skin, connecting with his would shock him awake, sweat pooling on the crevices of his body.

She haunted not just his dreams, but every waking moment he had.  

The one he left behind. His sister. 

—————————————————————————————————

“Buck, you need to answer her.”

Sam’s rich voice filled Bucky’s ears as he was shaken from his latest memory. He looked around the room, eyes focusing on his best friend and therapist. Taking a deep breath, he blinked a few times to ground himself. 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear the question.”

Dr. Raynor smiled, something akin to pity filling her eyes. Sam studied Bucky’s face, analyzing every shift in expression. The therapist folded her hands over her lap, making direct eye contact with Bucky. 

“Are you able to sleep in a bed again? Or do you still have nightmares?”

Bucky froze. He felt all the air leave the room, strained breaths being sucked into his lungs. Sam cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder. He gave a short nod to Dr. Raynor as Bucky closed his eyes, shaky breaths steadily becoming even. Pursing her lips, she unfolded her hands to grab her notepad. 

“Oh come on, not the writing.” Bucky exasperatedly mumbled. Sam gave a short laugh. Dr. Raynor shook her head before continuing. 

“Who do you see the most?”

Bucky knew she was mentioning the victims. Maybe implying that the ones he saw the most were the ones he felt the most guilty for. But she didn’t know. Sam didn’t know. But maybe, just maybe, if he told someone, the guilt would feel less heavy on his shoulders. 

“Y/N.” Her name was a hesitant admission. Both Dr. Raynor and Sam’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. Y/N wasn’t a name on the list of known Winter Soldier killings. Bucky huffed, a small smile on his lips, at their shared lost expression. 

“Hydra knew how to manipulate. Their best ways were mental and emotional manipulation, obviously,” he waved a hand towards himself, “They knew that for a weapon, an assassin to really have a 100 percent kill rate, they needed something to motivate them. Someone. So, looking into my history, they found out I once had a biological sister. She died when we were younger, but we were close. They thought ‘Zis is perfect! A zister figure vill be the perfect motivation!’-”

“I’m sorry, but who said that? Count Dracula?”

“No, it’s a German accent ‘cause they were German scientists? Wait that doesn’t matter, shut up Sam. Anyways, they found a young girl, shivering on the road. Helpless, hopeless, and perfect for manipulation. She didn’t know the hell she was being dragged into when Hydra operatives took her in to ‘help’.”

——————————————————————————————————

The Winter Soldier sat in the corner of the room, shaking away memories. Memories meant the chair. The chair meant- BANG. The door opened, revealing a scientist with a few agents dragging in the limp body of a young girl. 

“Soldier, meet your new roommate. She says her name is Y/N. Tomorrow she starts her…training. Help her get comfortable until then.” The scientist and the agents left the room, door slamming shut. The girl jumped at the loud noise, quickly crawling to the opposite side of the room. Farthest from Buc- The Winter Soldier. He cocked his head to the side, examining the damp curls stuck to her forehead, snow still lingering on her clothes. Her eyes locked on his metal arm. Instead of fear, like he anticipated, her eyes filled with wonder and fascination. She scrambled to his side, hand reaching out to touch the arm before catching herself. 

“It’s alright.” His voice shocked her. She was expecting something intimidating, something that would make her panic with just one syllable. But his voice reminded her of her father. Deep, but comforting. Brotherly, almost. Her small hand traced the metal, before retreating. 

“Are they going to give me one?” Fear now found its way into her eyes. The Soldier laughed. 

“No.” 

After their first interaction, the girl was taken in the morning. Her screams woke Barnes up. When she was taken back to the shared cell, a scientist accompanied her. His face was filled with awe. He looked at the Soldier.

“Her genetics, they’re incredible. She still needs to be broken in of course, but once she is,” the scientist's face filled with villainous glee, “You’ll have competition, Soldier.” 

Y/N and the Soldier grew closer after this. Both finding family in the darkest of times. After successful missions, which were all of them, Y/N would braid his hair with trembling hands. 

“Do you like killing them?” she asked him. His body would stiffen before relaxing. 

“No. But I can’t control it. They control me.” Y/N would stop braiding before coming to stand in front of Bucky.  She would hug him. But soon the Soldier learned what the scientist meant by ‘breaking her in’.

His mission went wrong. The target got away. When the Winter Soldier made it back to base, they had her. Forcing him to watch, they used every tactic available to make her scream. He watched as the girl he grew to love as a sister was torn apart just to be put back together again. 

Every time he failed, he knew the consequences. Since he failed to spill the blood of his target, her blood would paint the ground. She never blamed him though, he always tended to her wounds afterward.

He always came back. 

—————————————————————————————————

“After the collapse of Shieldra - stop snickering Sam - I was confused. Lost. By the time the Accords situation happened, I finally had time to look for her. I was going to start when Steve came barreling into my life again. In the end, when I was put into cryosleep, I thought that when the triggers were out of my head, it would be safer for me to find her. But when I woke up, another war was given for me to fight and after the Blip, after we all returned, I haven’t been able to find her,” Bucky shook his head, looking to the side, “I could’ve sworn I saw her in the final battle against Thanos but it must’ve been my imagination because once I saw her, she disappeared.”

Sam scratched his chin, thinking hard, an idea popping in his mind. When the session was over, the Falcon waited until Bucky was in their car, motioning to him he needed to use the bathroom. Once inside he made a few calls. 

“Sharon, do you still have less-than-legal contacts? Yeah? I’m looking for someone, I only have a name and a vague background. Y/N, one of Hydra’s experiments. Okay, I await your call.” He hung up and made his way to the car with Bucky. Once they were at Bucky’s apartment, they both lingered in the car. 

“So, uh, do you want to come in?” Bucky offered, a seemingly unnoticeable blush on his cheeks and neck. Sam nodded a little too quickly,

“Yeah, sure-” his phone buzzed. Bucky got out of the car, Sam followed him up into the complex, scrolling through files sent to him from a secure ‘anonymous’ number. Bucky started talking, his words unnoticable in Sam’s ears. 

“So anyways, that’s why I don’t let racoons in anymore-”

“Hey Buck,” Sam’s serious voice halted Bucky’s ramblings, “I found her.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed. 

“What-”

“Y/N. Your…sister. I know where she is.”

Sam sat on the couch, Bucky quickly following him, taking the phone Sam handed to him. 

“She’s in New Jersey, a town called Westview.” 

[ty-the-trainwreck]

Ronancetober

Day 9

Free day!

(this is a chapter from my fic on ao3!)

–

The name Robin means bright.

Robin did not feel bright. 

She felt like the side of the earth that never sees the sun.

She felt like the void that grew in her stomach.

She felt like something was swallowing her whole.

As if it was dragging her, and no matter how much she wriggled, she couldn’t escape from its grasp.

About a year ago, Robin applied to Emerson College, and she was accepted. That means she can get out of this Hawkins, or better yet, hell on earth. She knows she should feel bad about talking shit about her hometown, but she doesn’t give a crap. Not a day would go by where she wouldn’t be called a slur in the halls. Or a paper ball tossed at her head, and when she unraveled it, it would read in big red letters ‘DYKE’. Eventually, she stopped opening those papers.

Yet there was that something that made her experience at Hawkins High at least a little pleasant.

Nancy Wheeler.

That’s right, Nancy Wheeler.

Robin Buckley.

And Nancy Wheeler.

The two had become friends whenever they were assigned partners for a project.

“Nancy, Robin, you two will be working together.”The teacher licked her thumb, flipping to the next page of her stupid book.

Robin barely held back a groan. Everyone knew Nancy Wheeler.

She was the prissy little goody two shoes, and she dated Steve Harrington.

Robin was best friends with Steve, but she was not friends with Nancy.

Not even acquaintances. 

They would only ever trade words in the hallway, a quick ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon me’ never an actual conversation.

So you could imagine how thrilled Robin was whenever she looked up to see the curly-haired girl walking up to her. 

Then she saw a boney hand reach out towards her. Nancy’s skin was pale. 

“Nancy Wheeler.”Robin muttered, reaching out and shaking her hand.

“Robin Buckley.” 

Nancy said a little louder.

Oh.

Nancy Wheeler knew her name.

Robin didn’t like the way that made her heart flutter. 

–

Nancy rushed through the halls. She felt like a bull charging through hurdles, yet it wasn’t her fault. Some of the students at Hawkins High acted like they didn’t have places to be. They pretend like they don’t have a GPA to maintain. But you can’t keep something you never had, can you? 

She also was stampeding on that tiled floor because she had a class with Robin.

And Nancy needed to be with the blonde-haired girl right now.

Nancy burst into the classroom, earning some confused stares from her classmates.

The girl Nancy was searching for sat to the far left of the classroom. And right now, she was staring out of the window. Sometimes Nancy wished she could take a peek into the girl’s chaotic mind.

The curls resting on her shoulder matched the rhythm of her steps, bouncing up and down each time she took a step. 

“Buckley.” “Wheeler.” Nancy smiled, relishing in the sound of Robin’s voice.

“I heard you sprinting down that hallway from here. In a rush, are you?”

Robin teased, and Nancy hummed.

“Just wanted to get an education.” “Oh, please, we’re both going to Emerson with scholarships. What more education can you get?”

“You can never learn too much.” “Right, do you know how many people are–” Robin pretended to be dead for a moment. “--for knowing merely too much?” “I’m sure that us learning about calculus won’t get me killed.” “You never know.” Robin smiled at her as the bell rang, leaning back into the hard plastic of her chair.

Nancy smiled to herself, grabbing her notebook and looking onward at the board.

–

(Robin is Italics.) (Nancy is bold.)

Robin huffed, looking around before ripping out some lined paper from her binder.

She scribbled some words on the paper. Before she slowly slid said item onto Nancy’s desk.

I’m bored.That’s too bad.

NANCEEEEEE.

Yes, Robin?What’s the answer to number 6???

You got to be kidding me.

I’M SERIOUS

STOP LAUGHING AT MY PAIN

I SEE YOU GIGGLING AT ME

I’m not giggling.

I see the smile on your face.

No.

Yes.

No.

CAN YOU PLS HELP ME

What do I get out of this transaction???

I’ll take you to get some milkshakes! You know, at that diner like two blocks down.

As long as you drive, I’ll go.

NANCE, I DON’T HAVE A LICENSE

Oh.

WDYM OH.

I’ll drive then.

Then I’ll pay.

Alright! It’s a date, then! &lt;3

Robin nearly passed out at the last line.

What’s the answer to number 6

Oh my god, you’re helpless.

PLEAAASE!!!!

Fine.

YIPPEE love you, Nance! &lt;3

Nancy stared at the sentence written in shaky handwriting. She picked up her pencil and pressed it onto the paper to draw a heart.

She passed it to Robin, her eyes softening when she saw a smile spread on Robin’s face. 

“It’s D.”

-

If you're interested in my fic it's 'You're my structure' by Axitruu on ao3 and Wattpad.

[stardancerluv]

Christmas with Eddie and the Gang!

One Shot - Side story to Blossoming of a Shy Violet

Notes: This takes place after season four. I made this edit based on this story! The lyrics for White Christmas are in italics. I tried to do my best representing all the characters in whatever facet they appear in. I bolded some direct references to the characters.

Warning: Very fluffy! Just light angst and references to a possibility of what could happen in the Upside Down. No smut.

Thank you for reading! ❤️s, reblogs & feedback are welcome…want to be tagged? Just ask! Happy Holidays!

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright…Sinatra’s voice filled your room from the cassette Eddie gave you.

You sang horribly off key with the oldies’s singer but you could careless. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and you were going to a party hosted by Steve. This would be your first ever party. You were beyond excited.

Steve had truly, been a surprise. It had all started though when he had let you and Eddie hide out at his parents’ summer home.

Midst singing you glanced at the clock, and your eyes grew. Inwardly you screamed, Eddie would be here at any moment and you still not settled on an outfit. Piles of clothes laid here and there. A few had even made you trip because, well that was one of your special talents, trip over everything, even air.

Seeing the pile presents for everyone, then tucked behind them leaning against your bed was Eddie’s present. It had been your idea. Everyone had a hand it, including Wayne and even your dad. After what happened in the Upside Down, everyone wanted Eddie to know.

Sighing with what felt like the hundredth time, you slipped on your Santa hat again. You blew an errant strand of hair out of your eyes and wiggled an eyebrow at your reflection.

“Ooo, now there’s my little Christmas minx.” Eddie’s raspy voice making you jump, you had not even heard the van.

“Eddie!” You squealed, and running over to him, he met you halfway. In your excitement and sheer happiness of him being here with you after everything you forgot.

Looking up into his warm brown eyes, your smile wavered as you felt the tremble possible flinch he may or may not having been trying to suppress. “I’m so sorry Eddie.” You whispered.

He placed a finger on you lips. “No apologies. I ran to you just like you ran to me.” He told you firmly. “I will always enjoy your enthusiasm.” He smiled and soon, he held you closer to him. “Are you ready to party with our friends?”

“Do I look alright?” You pulled back still in his arms.

He rose an eyebrow, “Give me a twirl sweetheart.” He finally let you go.

“Alright.” And you did.

He gave a low whistle. “Look amazing.” A smirk curled his lips. He gestured to his own sweater that laid under his leather jacket.

“Oh my, where did you find that? It looks just like Binx!”

Eddie chuckled, “First store I looked so I had to get it.”

“Hey you two,” Your dad’s voice broke in. “don’t have a party to attend?” He was leaning in your doorway.

You rolled your eyes smiling. “We’re getting ready.” You glanced at Eddie. “Hey can dad burrow your keys?”

“I won’t go snooping I promise.” Your dad said good naturally.

He only raised his eyebrow. “I need him to carry out the presents, I don’t want you figuring out your Christmas present.”

“Of course.” He reached into his pocket and tossed them at your dad.

He caught them and shoved then into his pocket. You quickly went to where Eddie’s present was leaning you grabbed it and gave it to your dad who quickly exited to take care of that.

“What do you two have up your sleeve?” He pulled you close.

“Nothing.” You smiled sweetly up at him.

“I doubt it. You can be awfully sneaky.” Ye nuzzled your nose with his.

“You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He nodded. “You’re right.” He looked past you. “Those for everyone else?”

“Yup. Can you grab them and meet me out there while I put on my boots?”

“Of course.”

******

You pulled on a pair of Christmas socks, fluffed your hair and soon followed Eddie. You found him and your dad chatting.

“Alright dad, we’ll be back my twelve-thirty.”

“Just come home safe kiddo.” He glanced at Eddie. “You too buddy.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Your dad had tried to shake off him calling him sir but he knew they came from a good place with what Wayne did when raising him, so it hard to stop him.

“Merry Christmas, son.”

“Merry Christmas.” Eddie smiled.

******

It took a few blocks and neighborhoods away to get there. Eddie, had not stopped holding your hand as he drove over there. Eddie’s van filled on low volume, just enough for it to be pleasant and not overbearing was Christmas carols from the days of the big bands, like Glenn Miller and the famous old, crooners like Frank Sinatra and Bing Cosby.

A contented sigh from the two of you were in the rolling hill streets of the neighborhoods with the brighter and shiner Christmas yard directions, and bigger houses. It was like something from a movie.

“Wayne, would bundle me up and buckle my seat belt in the front seat of his old station wagon that had long since lost its ability to get warm in the winter.”

Eddie squeezed your hand, giving you a quick smiling turning onto the road that led to Steve’s house.

“Every other day,” He continued. “I’d be bouncing along in the back seat. But that night I’d be in the front seat with him. Before leaving he’d hand me large mug of hot chocolate, where several marshmallows were floating around, waiting for me to pluck them out. Which I could only start to enjoy when we arrived in the first neighborhood hood. And the radio which was the only thing that worked properly in the beat up hunk of metal, would be playing these kind of Christmas carols, he’d drive slowly around these neighborhoods so I could see all the magical decorations.”

You squeezed his hand. You loved when he shared like this. Since coming back, he shared more. It made your heart swell.

“Oh Eddie that sounds wonderful.”

“It was. Heck seeing them again. It still is.” He smiled. Finally, he pulled into Steve’s large drive way. He barely cut the engine when Dustin came running out of the house!

“Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!” He hollered.

You hopped out of Eddie’s van and glancing up at the door, you spotted Steve leaning in the doorway, Santa hat sitting askew in his still very neat hair and he waved.

“Merry Christmas!”

He called and soon, the two of you went over to where Eddie had slid open the door.

“Dustin, I won’t shake it or try and figure out what you two got me.”

Eddie gave him a sidelong glance.

“Harrington, I mean Steve will you talk to him.”

Steve chuckled. “I’ll do one better.” He reached between them and easily grabbed Eddie’s and Dustin presents.

“Now I don’t have to worry about either of you figuring out your presents.”

“Good idea.” You smiled.

Dustin kicked at a small hill of snow in front of him. “I’m not that bad.”

Eddie laid his hands on Dustin’s shoulders. “You peaked at your birthday present last year, and you always try to figure out my campaigns.

Dustin looked him over his shoulders, “That’s being strategic.”

“Really?” Eddie rose an eyebrow, smiling.

“Yes.”

“Hey guys don’t make Y/N carry everything in!” Robin called out just as you were beginning to struggle trying to grab the presents the right way.

They both chuckled and sheepishly looked your way.

Eddie looked sheepishly. “Sorry princess.”

He then grabbed some.

Dustin shrugged and mouthing a sorry then grabbed a few.

*******

You were nestled at Eddie’s side, he had an arm loosely wrapped around you waist as he debated something with Dustin and Lucus, which made Max roll her eyes. You both had staked out the fireplace not far from the fire but not too close. It was wonderfully toasty.

The tree twinkled, everyone was smiling or chuckling over something or other. Steve with the help of Nancy and Argyle put out an amazing spread of food. Namcy had made a few of the dishes particularly cute, which had first made it hard for anyone want to nibble on but in the end, knowing how good they probably were actually made them disappear fairly fast. Not, only only a few odd pieces of food remained on the large table that Steve had step up. Everyone had brought a healthy appetite.

Nancy and Robin, were in some discussion about some Robin had wanted to publish in the school’s paper. Jonathon and Will were discussing something that only concerned them. Mike had just returned from the kitchen with some waffles for Eleven. You had met your match with her, you were certain she ate more waffles then you ever tried but not by much.

He was just coming back from the kitchen with a beer for him and Eddie when you two made eye contact and nodded.

Steve, put his beer down on the coffee table. With a confidence that shone off him, while still maintaining his askew Santa hat; he took his overprotective, very babysitter vibe stance and cleared his throat.

“Hey everyone.” He waved his hands in air. “Everyone, its just after midnight let’s start exchanging presents.”

*******

Finally, you pressed a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and for once Dustin didn’t make a face. Which almost made you chuckle if what you were about to do didn’t give you the flutters.

Standing you went over and grabbed Eddie’s present, you wrapped it painstakingly to look like a very jolly Snowman. The scary one like a laundry list of tags that everyone signed.

“Eddie,” You swallowed feeling yourself wavering with emotion.

But with a quick glance, gave you a reassuring look or smile. They had all been strangers when you first arrived, now they were your family.

“Eddie.” You began again.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

He looked up at you with that silly smile that sometimes spread from one side of his face to the other. Tonight and several nights since beyond you will always be grateful to see it. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I..I..we are all glad you didn’t run but we are also glad that you fought, that you crawled and came back to us.”

You were shaking then and he immediately got up and wrapped an arm around you. And you relaxed.

“Thank you.” You whispered glancing up at up at him. He nodded.

“We all came together, even my dad and Uncle Wayne were in on this too.” You smiled, calming down. “We know part of you after-all you did was left behind in the upside down. This was something we are sad had broke and remained. But we hope with all of us being part of it, you will love and get as much enjoyment out of it as you did your other one.”

Eddie took it and gave you a soft smile, and turned to everyone. “Thank you.”

All that could be heard was the cracking of the fireplace.

He sat back down and smiled broader as he looked over the scarf. Then he finally tore into the paper and all that made up that little snowman.

He gasped and you could see the tears when he saw a newer version of his guitar. The other one had broke when he fought in the Upside Down and the one he had here had gone missing in all that had happened. So you all knew he needed a new one. But this was also covered in little scratchings of everyone leaving their name.

You pledged your love.

Dustin had made him promise to never change.

Steve had assured him that in fact he was very metal for what he did, more then Ozzy ever could be.

Robin was relieved he didn’t have rabies.

Argyle assured him he would love pineapple on his pizza.

Nancy promised that now everyone knew his story, she would cover one of his gigs at The Hideout.

Mike had assured him that possibly he would not only find new members for Hellfire but that perhaps he would DM so he could finally play.

Lucas promised to never miss another game, even if there is another championship game that and he couldn’t let his sister win.

Erica swore she would always be better then her brother and that she would love to DM.

Max reminded him that she still needed a shirt.

Jonathon gave his gratitude for helping in keeping Nancy safe.

Will told him, always to keep Christmas lights handy and that he wants to learn Morse code as well.

Eleven promised to show him some of her more low key powers.

Uncle Wayne reminded him of just how proud he was of the man he had become.

Your dad told he would never be Eddie the Banished but Eddie the Welcome for what he did to save your life.

By the time Eddie read it all, tears fell from his eyes. He wiped them away with the sleeve of his Christmas sweater. You still couldn’t believe he had found one with a black cat on it. That little black cat reminded you of the little stray the two of you found shortly after he fought and crawled his way back.

He stood. “Thank you everyone. This is so metal.” He held it high above his head.

Cheers erupted and some simply smiled at him. But you were quick to give him a hug and so was Dustin, Steve clapped him on the back but Eddie hugged him.

After the excitement of that, Steve suggested some games all of you could play and understand. You were about to announce you would be on Eddie’s team no matter what when you saw then he drifted away and was walking out the front door.

“I’ll get him.” You mouth when Dustin and Steve noticed.

“Eddie.” You called from the steps and made your way over and climbed into the van after Eddie did. “You ok, sweetheart?”

He nodded.

You placed a hand over the ring clad fingers, there were a couple of still angry red slashes from when some of those bats managed to land scratches with their claws.

“I, I never thought I was going to make it.” He finally said. His voice sounded dry and on the verge of cracking. “Those wounds on my torso, still sting and sometimes are excruciating even though they have long since healed.” His eye met yours in the light from the Christmas lights that hung across Steve’s house.

“I didn’t know it was that bad.”

He placed his other hand over yours.”

“I…can’t nor do I want to burden you with the pain that place permanently inflicted on me.” He swallowed and squeezed your hand. “It was you, your smile…your heart that helped me fight, and finally crawl to the surface.”

“Oh, Eddie..I…I..”

“It’s was ok, sweetheart just hug me.”

You did. You sighed…his scent that only his enveloped you. His body the scars thats lat across his otherwise pale or inky black tattooed body may have changed but he was still your love, your Eddie.

Sometime later, not really sure how much later but together with his arm around your waist you walked back into Steve’s house to join one of the games.

“Eddie.” Dustin whined. “Steve is making us play games like Go Fish and Uno.”

Steve glanced and Dustin and then at the two of you.

“Yeah, Eddie it is certainly his tone.”

Eddie smirked. “I told ya.”

“Hey!” Dustin snapped. “What does that mean?”

With Eddie giving you a squeeze, he and Steve shared a laugh.

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20 questions for fic writers

I decided to grab the general tag issued by @narastories for this. (to be honest, someone on my dash did this weeks ago and I found the questions interesting so I answered them for myself, knowing the game would make its way to my writers group sooner or later)

No-pressure tags: @jaynovz @etoilesombre

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 11

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 67 389

3. What fandoms do you write for? I’m currently writing for The Hobbit and (spiritually) Supernatural.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Uncle Steve; You asked me how I feel, I say nothin’; Statuts Quo; You Say I’m the Worst; Fake It Till You Make It

Nara said "The popularity of a fandom or a ship + the age of the fic will always have a bigger impact on your statistics than the quality of your writing. Don't sweat it too much." and I agree.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, comments are life. I’m here for the community, I wanna make friends!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh, man. I’ve only written happy endings so far. I guess You Say I’m the Worst, because of the amount of UST, and the uncomfortable situation the characters are in.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Share your adress, because it’s a fix-it of the canon ending, and my ship ends up together forever in a nice house.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I’m not great at it, I need training, and it doesn’t interest me as much as other things, so I do it when the story needs it, and I write the kind of smut the story needs, kinky or not.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? No, that’s not my thing. I’ve read one crossover fic I’ve liked, I think.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Who does that ?? It’s horrible. I don’t know, but I don’t think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  No.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Tough question. My favorite ship is whichever I write for at the moment. Destiel is the one I’ve had the longest, but, I don’t think there’s so much to say about it, honestly. Don’t get me wrong, it makes sense, it’s historical, and the chemistry is there. But we all know that, so what is there to say about it?

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The last WIP I worked on for the H50 fandom. I’d like to finish it so I have closure on that fandom, but I don’t think I’ll go there again anytime soon.

16. What are your writing strengths? I’m good at codas and canon-compliance, at exploiting canon and expanding it, giving it new sense, slowly bending canon events to get to the point I want. And I think I write good dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? My sentence structure tends to always be the same and my style is very bare : I don’t do much description or transitions, I tend to get to the point directly and it feels rushed. That I don't mind, but I also have a hard time keeping the characters’ voice in mind, and that bothers me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I mean, why not, if it’s in a language I speak? I’ve done it a little. But I don’t want my readers to feel excluded, and if I don’t know the other language, I’ll just put it in italics or use "he said something in italian".

19. First fandom you wrote for? Hawaii Five-0. Doesn’t reflect my politics.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written? The Hobbit one I’m writing right now, or my first ever one, You asked me how I feel, I say nothin’, because it made me discover fanfic and it was so fun to write it.

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The Reckoning

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark’s Daughter OC

A Dark AU Fic

Chapter 2

And all my scars don't seem to matter anymore

'Cause they led me here to you

Author’s Note

This Chapter contains very mature themes and some very dirty thoughts. This story is only going to get more mature. I highly suggest minors DNI. The italic lyric sections are from the song posted at the beginning of the chapter. You can also get the song info from the playlist. - Leia

You never know when you're gonna meet someone

And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone

Nervous did not even begin to describe how Steve Rogers felt about this dinner. He could not get Alexandra Stark off his mind. The thought of her and the things he wanted to do to her were a constant distraction. Those honey colored eyes truly were haunting him. Oh how he wanted to be staring deep into those eyes as he brought her to ecstasy in more ways than one. When he closed his eyes all he saw was her as he fantasized about getting her naked and into his bed, finding out what she tasted like before allowing his cock anywhere near her. He shook his head trying to turn his mind elsewhere, anywhere but his thoughts of burying his cock balls deep inside the gorgeous Alexandra Stark or he would never make it through this dinner.

"You're distracted," Natasha remarked, taking a seat on the sofa in his study.

"It's the girl, honey. I told you last night," Bucky explained as he took a seat next to his wife.

"How in the fuck am I supposed to make it through this dinner and charm her when all I can think about is getting her naked in my bed..." Steve began to divulge.

"And fucking her senseless?" Natasha interrupted. "Because you need to make her crave your touch, Steve. Seduction is an art."

"My wife is right on that, punk," Bucky stated. "And, you've waited far too long for the opportunity to fall in your lap like this to actually have a chance at taking Tony Stark down. Don't let your dick ruin it."

Steve ran his hands through his hair. He knew they were right. This was deeper than Tony Stark stealing Peggy Carter from him a decade ago. Stark's father had been responsible for his own father's death. It was in cold blood too. Howard Stark got away with it, and Steve grew up never knowing his own father. He watched what the grief did to his mother and vowed to his mother and vowed then to make the Stark family pay.

"I've seduced women before, Nat," Steve said.

"Not like this," She replied. "This is the long game and it needs to stick for good."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Flirt but don't be too direct. Kiss her goodnight tonight, just be sure you go no further. You use the first date to find out just how much experience she has."

"And, what do I do with that?"

"That knowledge will be everything, Steve!"

"Her level of experience is a scale on which this is set, Steve," Bucky chimed in. "A more experienced woman may need less time, however, you may have to take your time with a much more innocent one."

Steve could feel his body sinking as his face fell into his hands. How on earth was he going to do this without trying to convince her into his bed?

"I'm going to fuck this up. I just know it," he stressed.

"Neither of us said not to touch her at all, Steve," Bucky pointed out. "Just don't get her naked on the first date."

"Those were not my words," Nat quipped. "You have to be controlled with every move you make with her, and you have to make her think she has the power while doing it. The only time you take control from her believing she has it is when she is begging for more and you're stopping things from going any further. You have to find that control in you or this will not work."

"And if I can't stop? If I can't stop and take her to bed?" Steve questioned.

"What's your endgame, Steve? What is it you hope to accomplish?"

"To completely take down Tony Stark and his empire or take it from him. I'd prefer to just make him lose everything."

"It's been the goal all along," Bucky informed his wife.

"This isn't because of the Carter bitch, is it?" Nat inquired. "Because that would be a bit fucked up."

"Not exactly, no. I was pissed in the beginning about that but not anymore," Steve revealed. "I had a lot of anger over Peggy for a few years, then I found out what type of person she truly was. Now I wonder how I could ever feel anything for someone like her. In truth this is an old grudge that dates back to our fathers. His father got away with causing my father's death, well murder actually. Not only did I never know my father but watched the grief destroy my mother. It's more about that than anything. What happened back then was an act of betrayal that changed us from friends to bitter rivals."

"Then no matter when you get her in your bed, Steve, you've got to get her pregnant. You want to take down Stark using his daughter and heir to his empire then she needs to have your child. If that happens then one day all that's his becomes yours. It's a necessity."

"I mean I've always wanted kids, so I'm not opposed to it."

"Steve, you have to get her to marry you, too," Bucky added.

"I didn't want the bachelor life forever. I guess that's a good thing."

"Go, get ready for this dinner, and don't forget I have the night off, you punk."

"I didn't forget. Sam's on duty tonight."

"Just don't spend too much time wanking in the shower before you get ready," Natasha advised with a slight laugh.

"Not funny, Natasha. You two enjoy your night."

"Behave yourself, Steve, and I can assure you it will pay off."

"We shall see."

Steve stood up from behind his desk and quickly left the room. He honestly had been wanting out of that conversation for some time. It had gotten past the point of uncomfortable. He'd never thought of seduction as an art form. Natasha definitely gave him some helpful tips. It was when the conversation turned serious that he wanted to bolt out the door. Yes, in the deep recesses of his mind he knew some of the things Bucky and Natasha pointed out today. He just wasn't ready to have it put in his face that after the seduction of Alexandra Stark comes impregnating and marrying her. Could he not even enjoy having her as his own? That part wouldn't be getting under her father's skin, as much fun as that would be. No, he just wanted to have her in every way possible and savor it, without any thoughts about his motives against her father. After he was done enjoying himself with her, then he could worry about the parts that came after seduction because at least then he knew she'd be his completely and without question.

You see my heart I wear it on my sleeve

'Cause I just can't hide it anymore

Alexa had been going through her closet for hours feeling like she had nothing to and grateful her position at the Mayor's office didn't start until next week. She'd been cordially invited to have dinner with the Mayor and his wife tonight like it was something they did will all the new interns. They were even going to send a car to pick her up. Alexa knew deep down this wasn't normal but she accepted their invitation anyway. Now she was anxiously awaiting the help she had sought to arrive and grossing with serious frustration every time the name Pepper Potts appeared on her phone.

The constant texts from Pepper relaying messages from her dad were quite literally the only thing keeping her mind from being severely plagued by Captain Steve Rogers. Those blue eyes of his had burned into her very soul and she'd be lying if she tried to say she didn't dream about him. She may be a virgin but she wasn't a complete fool. She did at least know of some things she desired. Right now, she greatly desires for Steve Rogers to do all of those things to her. Alexa wanted him to rip her clothes off of her and touch her everywhere on her body that ached to be touched. She had woken up overcome with feelings and desires that she did not know how to handle at all, like an eruption building inside of her that was long overdue for release. She was having a major love and hate relationship with Pepper's very distracting texts. She did need the interruption from her thoughts to get ready for this dinner though she truly couldn't stop thinking about how bad she wanted him to strip her naked and have his way with her. It was such such a conflicting situation for her mind to be in right now.

She finally heard the knock at her apartment door she'd been waiting on and practically ran to answer it. She found her best friend Wanda Maximoff standing in the other side. Wanda came in with a giant grin on her face and Alexa shut the door behind her.

"I feel like you took forever to get here!" Alexa exclaimed as she turned to face her friend.

"Nice to see you too," Wanda replied. "Why are you so grumpy?"

"Pepper is driving me crazy, and I know it's because of Dad."

"When will you get the balls to tell your Dad to fuck off?"

"I took this internship, didn't I?"

"That is not enough and you know it."

"Well, I'm super nervous about this dinner, Wan."

"Why? It's not like Captain Handsome will be there."

"Shut up!"

Alexa knew she was going red faced as she watched Wanda make her way through her apartment. Her friend was going straight to her closet. She knew that without watching her or even asking where she was going. Alexa did call her for help with what to wear and couldn't complain because this is exactly what she asked for and what Wanda excelled at. Her best friend was an expert at style and student of fashion as well as esthetics at one of the best schools in New York City. She knew she was in the best hands. She walked towards her closet to find Wanda standing there with a light blue lace cocktail dress in her hands and a smile on her face.

"Wear this. It's perfect!" Wanda said excitedly. "It fits the type of dress code you're going for and this color looks great in you."

"Shoes?" Alexa asked in response as she took the dress.

"Go get dressed and I'll bring them to you. I'll help with your hair and make up, too."

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Lose your mind."

Alexa went to her room laughing with the beautiful blue dress. Wanda was a big reason she stayed sane. She smiled as she slipped off her robe, revealing her black lace bra and panty set then tossed it into the bed. She stepped into the dress and had to admit to herself that Wanda was right. It was perfect.

"Let me zip you," she heard Wanda say, causing her to turn her attention towards her friend who was walking in with a pair of black heels in her hand.

Alexa grasped her hair in one hand when Wanda was close to make it easier at the top. Wanda quickly had her zipped up then twirled her around before placing the heels in her hands. Alexa took a seat on the ottoman by her vanity and put the heels on. She was classy and dressy but not over dressed. She wasn't even worried as watched Wanda start to select jewelry for her. If there was anyone she could trust with this, it was Wanda. She took a breath and trusted her best friend.

"You said they're sending a car?" Wanda questioned.

"Yes," Alexa responded. "It will be here at 6:30."

"Then just sit here and let me work since I don't have a lot of time."

Alexa gave a slight laugh before doing as her friend instructed. She let Wanda pamper her with her expertise to help her be ready for this dinner. She'd twisted her hair into an elegant knot and left a few strands of curls hanging down to frame her face. Alexa was looking simple but chic with the perfect jewelry, purse, makeup, and even a coordinating jacket. Wanda truly was a miracle worker in Alexa's eyes.

"Oh Wanda!" Alexa exclaimed as she gave herself a final look in the mirror. "You truly are amazing! Thank you!"

"You're most welcome, Alexa," her friend beamed as they started walking towards the door. "Now we have to get you out of here to make your ride."

Alexa laughed as they exited her apartment together. She stopped a moment to lock the door before walking towards the elevator where Wanda was waiting. They rode down together with her friend babbling nonstop words of encouragement and telling her to mute not only Pepper but her Dad as well as anyone else associated with him to give herself a few days of peace and quiet. She smiled and gave her friend a hug once they were off the elevator then buddy her goodbye with the promise they would speak tomorrow. Alexa continued walking out of the building, taking a different path from Wanda towards the indicated car that was waiting for her. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for her. She smiled, gave him her thanks, and carefully slid into the backseat of the car. It wasn't a long drive to the Pierce home, a lovely Manhattan brownstone. The door was opened for her by a butler who lead her into a Parker and introduced her arrival to the Mayor and his wife.

"Ah there she is!" exclaimed Alexander Pierce.

"Miss Alexa Stark, please meet my wife Jackie, and know that you look beautiful this evening."

Alexa stepped closer to them so that she could take the hand of the city's First Lady in introduction. She was refined and beautiful, everything she'd expected.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Pierce," Alexa addressed her as they clasped hands before turning her attention to the Mayor. "Thank you again for inviting me, sir."

"They'll be none of that Mrs. Pierce nonsense here! I insist that you call me Jackie," the older woman responded. "My husband has already told me of him telling you to call him Alexander, and it is my pleasure to meet you as well, my dear."

"I must say I found the invitation to be quite unexpected."

"Your grandfather, Howard, was a friend to us," Alexander chimed in. "Call it looking in on your for his sake."

"Oh, Alexander, it wasn't just Howard!" his wife scolded.

"We were friends of both Howard and Maria Stark, though I'm afraid we fell out of touch with the family after their deaths."

"My Dad never would speak of them," Alexa lamented. "Same as my mother."

Alexa had looked down as she spoke those words so she never saw the look exchanged between Alexander and Jackie Pierce, the sadness it held that Alexa never knew her mother. Her mother was the true reason she was there and they were watching over her. Jackie could tell with a single glance that she was looking at her precious Kitty's little girl. They had a beautiful granddaughter and their daughter had been robbed of not only her life but knowing her daughter. This is the same as their granddaughter that was in front of them was deprived of more than just her mother but an entire family that loves her dearly. It angered both Jackie and Alexander even more angry at Tony Stark for his actions because they knew very well that he was not the parent he should have been to her.

"That's enough sad talk," spoke Alexander jovially. "Would you care for a drink, Alexa? Wine perhaps?"

"Alexander, I am not old enough," Alexa answered. "I am quite sure you're aware of this."

"We will both have white wine," Jackie stated firmly. "You are our guest, so who is to question your age?"

Alexa smiled at the warmth of their welcome. The butler then stepped back into the room to inform them that their other guest had arrived, stepping aside for none other than Steve Rogers to step into the room. Alexa took one look at the man in that deep blue suit that made his intoxicating eyes glow to her and could feel a wetness start to pool in her lace panties. Oh god she wanted that man to touch her desperately! She had thought so many dirty, filthy things about him since that encounter in the hallway yesterday. How was she possible going to survive this dinner now with him being a guest too? It was official that she was doomed.

"Alexander, I certainly hope I am not late," Steve expressed with a smile as he entered the room.

"Not at all!" Pierce chuckled. "We were just getting drinks. Whiskey for you?"

"Most definitely."

"Steve, you, of course, know my wife already. Allow me to make introductions between you and our other guest. Captain Steve Rogers and Alexandra Stark, I'd like the two of you to make each other's acquaintance."

"Miss Stark, I must say it is a pleasure and you look beautiful this evening. Please, call me Steve."

Alexa blushed slightly at his words as he offered a hand in introduction. She gave hers back to him and instead of a handshake, he lifted it to his lips and placed a kiss to the back of her hand like a chivalrous knight or Prince Charming. He only had her blushing more when he released her hand and her stomach was a complete bundle of nerves.

"Thank you, Captain...I mean, Steve," Alexa responded nervously. "I am delighted to meet you, as well, and please call me Alexa."

Jackie Pierce could see what was happening as they all were given their drinks. She knew her husband was involved, and all she could say was that Steve Rogers better not hurt her granddaughter. If he did, then both men would have hell to pay with her.

After a short time of socializing with their drinks, they went to the dining room for dinner. The conversation never seemed to stop, nor did the flirting between Steve and Alexa, which became more mutual the longer it went on. After dinner, it was time for another round of drinks on the back patio, which had barely begun when Alexander and Jackie excused themselves, leaving Steve and Alexa out on the patio alone.

'Cause I don't know where it's going

There's a part of me that loves not knowing

Just don't let it end before we begin

You never know when you're gonna meet someone

And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone

"It looks like it's just me and you," Steve observed as he sat his drink down and stepped closer to her.

Alexa sat her glass down and took a step to close the distance between them, "It seems that way."

"I've never met anyone like you, Alexa."

"I'm not just a girl to warm your bed, Steve. That's not who I am."

"You're making assumptions, sweetheart."

Alexa raised an eyebrow at him. She didn't just want casual, as much as she wanted him, that much she did know. She wanted and needed more than that. She had to know he wanted more than just sex or she was going to have to find a way to get him out of her head. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her as close to him as he possibly could before caressing her cheek with one hand. He wanted to kiss her desperately. He needed her to know that what he truly wanted was more than her body, more than sex. He wanted all of her in every way that was about way more than that. He had a feeling she needed more, not just wanted it. He was more than willing to give her that.

"Explain it to me then," she spoke, barely above a whisper as their lips nearly touched.

"I want to know you and spend time with you. I'm not just after sex," he divulged in the same soft tone.

"Are you looking for a girlfriend?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'd like to get to know her more. You know take her on a few dates, if she'll let me."

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"I am."

"My answer is yes."

Steve leaned in to capture her lips with his own. He moved his other hand behind her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The electric pulse they had felt upon meeting was surging through both of them now as the kiss deepened. It was as if time stopped as they were pulled further under the spell of the dizzying kiss. When their lips finally parted, Alexa knew her legs were shaky. Steve was doing his best to hide how weak it physically made him. They both, however, shared smiles of pure joy.

"I'll send a car to pick you up," he grinned. "How's Friday night at seven?"

"That sounds perfect," she smiled in response.

Oh, I'm starting to believe that this could be the start of something good

Author’s Note

Thanks for reading! Next up is the date and soon Tony will make his appearance. Will that spell trouble? - Leia

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