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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | dark!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader, dark!Steve Rogers x innocent!reader, dark!Curtis Everett x innocent!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | dark, smut, noncon, dubcon, foursome, daddy!kink, oral, anal, physical violence, slapping, mention of alcohol and drugs, insertion of objects, spitting, toys, degradation, dumbification, spanking, very very strongly misogynistic, domesticity kink, slight petplay, bullying, Ari, Curtis and especially Steve being very mean, adultery/cheating, dacryphilia, collars, leashes, free use, sharing is caring.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Your husband Ari invites his friends Steve and Curtis for poker night. You knew they’d be sharing a few drinks together - what you don’t know is that they plan on sharing you too.

𝐀/𝐍 | This work includes MAJOR misogyny and degradation. The views of these characters do not reflect my own. Please heed warnings and don’t read if this isn’t your cup of tea. Otherwise, enjoy!

“Honey, where the hell are those drinks?” Ari’s voice is loud, booming and dripping with authority as it carries from the living room into the kitchen. Exhaling slowly a few times to steady your hand, you drop the final few ice cubes into your husband’s glass of whiskey, giving the drink a gentle stir before placing it on the tray next to the scotch and the beer.

“Sure, she’s a real looker, but she’s a bit slow.” You hear your husband explain to his friends. “I don’t worry, though, because what she lacks for in brains, she makes up for in other areas.”

“I’d definitely prefer a broad who’s dumb as bricks. I’d say it makes ‘em hotter.” One of his friends responds – you’re too focused on making sure you have their drinks exactly right to notice who it is that’s spoken.

Their laughter echoes and bounces off the walls of the living room, your husband’s the loudest of all.

Your parents had warned you against Ari Levinson. A business tycoon of his magnitude rocking up in your small town? He’d bought up all the small businesses, bulldozed down the local mall and played a hand in more than a handful of people being left unemployed – including both your parents. Your dad called him a ruthless, big city snob. Your mom called him trouble with a capital T. But you called him your husband.

Or daddy.

“She’s a bit on the younger side.” You hear another one of your husband’s friends – Steve Rogers, you think – comment, “You sure she knows what she’s doing?”

“She’ll manage.” Ari sounds smooth and unperturbed, “I’ve got her trained. And she’s well aware of what’ll happen if she messes up.”

You swallow, tray now gripped tightly in your hands as you make your way out of the kitchen.

Ari was charming and friendly when you’d first met him, and he’d swept you off your feet instantly. The naïve, small-town waitress seduced through his sugary sweet words and expensive gifts. The fact that he was so much older than you didn’t seem to matter, not when he made you feel sparks across your body and see stars behind your eyes.

You were married within three weeks of knowing him.

“I hope she does mess up.” Course, almost sadistic laugher echoes from the living room. Curtis. Ari’s other friend. “I’d love to stick around to witness the repercussions.”

You cringe at his insinuation. You know Curtis Everett is married. You also know he has a wild reputation for being a regular at both the town’s strip club and the local whorehouse. What he does for a living is unclear to you – Ari never discusses things like that with you – but he hangs around in the same circles as your husband and drives a nice car, so you assume he must have a lot of money.

“You ever used your belt on her, Levinson?” Steve asks casually. There’s a darkness to Steve Rogers that you can’t quite pinpoint. An air of mystery that no one in town seems to be able to crack – least of all you. All you know is that he’s one of Ari’s business partners, he’s divorced, and he rides a motorbike from time to time.

Your husband smirks, “Wouldn’t you like to know, you sadistic fuck.”

They know you’ve entered the living room, slowly making your way towards them whilst balancing the tray of drinks, yet they still talk about you like you’re not there. But you still feel nervous, despite none of the three men bothering to tear their gazes away from their game of poker to even spare you a glance.

Curtis is nearest to you, so you approach him first, silently holding out the tray of drinks just like Ari has taught you to do with every guest that’s come to visit in the past. And he looks up, head buzzed but facial hair dark and thick as ever. Beard not as thick as Ari’s, but still thick enough. Ocean blue eyes sparkling with intensity, he grabs his beer from the tray, taking a long swig while maintaining eye contact with you.

“That’s a pretty dress you got on, sweetheart.” Curtis leers, his gaze stuck on your cleavage peaking out past the neckline of your dress. After marrying you, Ari made sure you had a wardrobe full of cute dresses and skirts to wear just for him. All pastel and flowery and girly to match his tastes – which Curtis clearly seems to share.

You hesitate, glancing back at Ari with your lip tucked between your teeth. Curtis’ gaze is hungry and wolfish, taking advantage of the close proximity between the two of you. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand, being stared at like this. As if you’re an exhibit inside a zoo enclosure, but he’s the animal circling you from the outside.

“Don’t be rude, honey. Tell him thank you.” Your husband’s order is clear and commanding.

“Th-Thank you, Mr. Everett.” Never first names, your husband had told you that his friends – like Ari himself – were not your equals.

You move on to Steve next. He’s sat on the couch, or more like spread out on the couch because he’s taking up more than half the space. Not even sparing you a single glance when you bend down so the tray is level with him, he grabs his scotch and takes a long, calculated sip. A single strand of his dirty blonde hair falls over his forehead. He’s got long hair just like Ari, but where Ari’s is darker and wilder, Steve’s dirty blonde mane is almost always perfectly styled.

“She’s shaking like a scared little kitten.” Steve comments, and he’s looking at you now. Or rather, your body – his blue eyes drinking in all your curves whilst he still has yet to acknowledge you. But sure enough – he’s right. The tray in your hands is shaking despite your many efforts to calm your own nerves. There’s just something… fearsome about the blond sat in front of you. As if one wrong move on your part and he’ll eat you alive…

Curtis grins, “I think she’s scared of you, Rogers.”

Steve is unamused, “I could give her a good reason to be scared.”

You gulp, slowly straightening up and making your way over to Ari, who’s sat on his leather armchair. Handing your husband his whiskey, you take your seat on his knee – your designated place for whenever you guys have company. Very early on in your marriage, Ari had told you that good little wives sit on their husbands’ laps because the couches and chairs were reserved for the men.

His arm encircles around your waist, pulling you close and pressing a soft kiss to your temple. The act of affection relaxes you, tenseness evaporating from your limbs as you settle down against your husband. In his lap you feel so tiny; he’s just so big – they all are. All three of them don’t look an inch below 6’5, and it only adds to the intimidation you feel.

Their poker game resumes, and you try to make sense of it in your head but the truth is you have no idea what’s going on. You never understood the rules of poker, and Ari had just laughed when, in the past, you’d asked him to explain the game to you. “Poker is a men’s game.” He’d said wisely, “Little girls like you just need to sit tight and look pretty, so don’t you worry your dumb little head over it.”

“My wife’s being a fucking bitch.” Curtis breaks the silence with a drawl, cigarette waving in one hand and beer bottle in the other, “Got herself these progressive friends, telling her she doesn’t have to be in the kitchen all the time. Now suddenly she wants to go out for fucking girls’ night – as if she doesn’t have four of my fucking kids to be taking care of.”

Steve snorts, not even looking up from his cards, “You scared you might run into her at the strip club?”

Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Curtis exhales and the smoke billows out past his pink lips slowly, his blue eyes looking straight at you through the grey mist. “I don’t give a shit if I do. Maybe if she knew I was getting pleasure elsewhere, she’d try harder in the bedroom. Fuckin’ bitch.”

“Divorce her. That’s what I did when my broad got too big for her boots.” The blond finally looks up from his deck of cards, his icy blue eyes – like Curtis’ – drinking you in with their intense gaze. “Now Levinson’s got the right idea. Got himself a pretty young thing who doesn’t dare to even breathe unless he tells her to.”

Ari smirks, his thick fingers tracing shapes on your bare thigh, “You got that right. My little angel knows exactly where her place is, don’t you, baby?”

Of course, you know your place. You’d been happy to grant Ari full control of your life from the moment you had met him. He was just so handsome, so sweet, so charming – with seemingly endless amounts of money and praise that he had no problem spending on you. In your naïve eyes, he seemed like a God. And he still does, so you nod.

“Yes, Ari. I know my place.”

“Ari? Is that what she calls you?” Steve’s remark is quick and biting.

Your husband sighs, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. His touch is soft but his gaze hardens, and he doesn’t even have to say anything. His disapproval is evident in the look he gives you, and it makes your heart sink.

The rule is to only call Ari “daddy” when you’re inside the house. But he’s never made you do it when the two of you have company over. The thought of calling him that in front of Curtis and Steve makes your heart beat faster and heat rise to your cheeks. But the possibility of disobeying Ari makes you feel almost sick to your stomach.

“Sorry, I meant daddy. I know my place, daddy.” You correct yourself, earning a soft kiss on your lips from your husband, the simple gesture making you glow inwardly. It’s like your body is now wired to function on his approval. You try not to think about the fact that his friends are right there, because that might make you spontaneously combust with embarrassment.

“Fuckin’ newlyweds,” Curtis growls as he watches you and Ari continue to kiss. He suddenly slams his beer bottle on the coffee table, the loud thud making you jump. “Hey sweetie, get me another beer.”

No please, no thank you. But you scamper to obey anyways – you already know your night’s going to be spent going back and forth from kitchen to living room as you fetch drinks for them. You’re barely on your feet when Ari’s hand smacks your ass hard, the lewd sound echoing across the room along with the squeak of surprise that leaves your mouth.

The men laugh and you scurry out of the room quickly. “Where the hell did you find her, Levinson? She’s shyer than a fuckin’ mouse!” Curtis’ voice booms.

Inside the kitchen and away from their burning gazes, you allow yourself to exhale slowly. You may be overthinking it, but something seems off about tonight. It’s in the way that all three men are looking at you – your husband included. And the dress Ari chose for you is shorter than usual, which doesn’t help much with the staring. They’re treating you like an object, and you honestly don’t know how to feel about that.

“You think she got lost in there?” Steve’s voice is loud enough to carry through the walls and into the kitchen. You sigh, grabbing another bottle of beer from the fridge and making your way back out, being sure to tug your tiny dress down before you return.

“Here you are, Mr. Everett.” You say politely, breath hitching in your throat when his hand brushes against yours as he takes the beer from you.

“At least some women still remember their manners,” The buzzcut-haired man murmurs, “Fuckin’ feminists, ruining this world for the rest of us. You��re still good though, sweetie. Your daddy trained you well, huh?”

“Yes, Mr. Everett.” You disagree with just about everything he’s saying, but you have to keep that to yourself.

It’s hard to not be intimidated when all three men seem to have their eyes glued on you; you can feel their gazes again as you make your way back over to Ari. You’re about to sink back down on his lap when he raises a hand, the simple action making you freeze.

“Why don’t you sit by daddy’s feet for a little while, angel?”

He says it so sweetly, almost like he’s requesting you to do a small favour for him. But the edge in his tone, that unmistakable tinge of darkness dancing around his words can’t be ignored. It’s an order, cleverly disguised as a question although he has no reason to disguise it. But by his feet? On the floor?

You swallow harshly, suddenly remembering your parents’ distressed words of warning when you’d broken the news that you and Ari had eloped: “That man looks at you like you’re a piece of meat. You need to get out while you still can, he doesn’t respect you and he never will.” But you love him. You’re so in love with him that it hurts to disobey him, to upset him in any way, shape or form.

“Is she hard of hearing or something?” Steve’s deep baritone makes you jump inadvertently, not a note of sympathy in his words. “Maybe she isn’t as well trained as you say she is, Levinson. Hey sweetheart,” He clicks his teeth like he’s beckoning a dog, “Are you deaf or just plain dumb?”

Bristling at Steve’s stark meanness, you waste no more time in sinking down to your knees next to Ari’s feet, hands clasped neatly over your lap and chin jutted upwards to look at your husband. And Ari seems cool and collected as ever, taking another long gulp of his whiskey. He doesn’t even look your way, but his hand pats the top of your head – the action bringing you both embarrassment and comfort at the same time.

“To think she asked for a puppy for Christmas.” Ari says offhandedly, “I told her I didn’t have time to take care of two pets.” Again, the men laugh crudely, and you’re left feeling more than a little dejected. But Ari pushes the back of your head forward, making you rest your cheek on his thigh with his fingers raking through your hair and you relax once more.

“Speaking of dumb,” Curtis pipes up as they continue to play poker, “Ransom’s got a new bitch and she’s dumb as hell. Saw her at the club with him the other night, he had her dressed looking like a fuckin’ whore.” He smirks, “The things that girl would do for a line of crack.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Steve scoffs.

“Things you can’t even dream of, grandpa.” Curtis slaps his knee and barks out a laugh, “How long’s it been since you got your rocks off, huh?”

The blond shrugs, “At least I’m not a walking STD.”

You want to wrinkle your nose at their conversation but you know that wouldn’t be a good idea. But the way they speak about women is so crass, so dehumanising – it’s almost scary. The only thing keeping you calm right now is Ari’s heavy, warm hand as it strokes the top of your head continuously as if you’re his pet.

“My angel does everything Ransom’s crackwhore does, except she does it for free.” Ari interjects, a satisfied smirk painted on his face.

Curtis’ eyebrow cocks up in interest, and even Steve puts his drink down.

“Yeah? Sweetie, are you a little freak in the sheets?” Curtis asks as he leans forward to toss what’s left of his cigarette into the crystal ashtray that’s on the coffee table.

You immediately look up at Ari, who is now scratching the space behind your ear in a way that really does make you feel like you’re some kind of puppy. Your husband sighs, “Answer him, angel. And don’t look at me like that again. You speak when you’re spoken to, no ifs or buts. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.” You flinch at his stern tone before turning to look at Curtis. “I… I don’t know, Mr. Everett.”

A snort sounds past Steve’s lips, “She’s a little airhead, isn’t she? Gotta find me one of those. Hey, sweetheart, you ever let your daddy spank you? Fuck you all rough, take it up the ass for him?”

Eyes wide and blood running cold, you can feel the embarrassment coursing through your veins at the blonde’s blunt questions. But the sting of Ari’s disapproval and the threat of disobeying him has you stumbling over an answer:

“Y-Yes, Mr. Rogers. Daddy has done all of that to me.” And more.

Curtis whistles lowly, “Damn, sweetie, wish I had you sitting pretty in my bedroom instead of my cunt wife.”

You let out a soft gasp, immediately waiting with baited breath for Ari to blow up. In the short time you had been together, your husband was always very possessive of you. From giving dirty looks to random men who even dared to look at you, to resorting to violence any time another man tried to talk to you.

But the rules are different for his friends, clearly, because Ari doesn’t move a muscle, coolly downing his whiskey before setting the glass on the crystal coffee table. You almost mewl sadly when his hand stops stroking your head and he stands up.

“I forgot something upstairs,” He says vaguely as he looks down at you, “Honey, can I trust you to look after and entertain my friends while I go upstairs and get it?”

Again, it’s not a question. And the idea of being alone downstairs with Curtis and Steve without the comforting and protective presence of your husband is daunting to say the least. But it’s not like you can say no. You knew the day you married Ari that the word ‘no’ was no longer in your vocabulary.

“Y-Yes, daddy.” You nod subserviently, and your husband grins almost wolfishly. And there’s something about the expression on his face, the slight smirk on his pink lips and the way his tanned skin flushes in excitement – he’s been cool as a cucumber all evening but now? It’s as if he’s got something up his sleeve, and a glance at his friends shows they share the same dark sparkle in their eyes too.

But you don’t have time to ponder over anything, because the next thing you know you’re being hauled up onto your feet, a pained yelp escaping your lips as Ari yanks you upwards with a death grip on your hair.

“You hear that, guys? She said she’d entertain you. Who wants her first?”

It’s like everything’s happening lightning quick – Ari picking you up easily, and you squealing because your dress rides up and you’re pretty sure your panties are visible for a split second before you tug it back down. But that turns out to be the least of your worries because the next thing you know, your husband has unceremoniously dumped you into Steve’s lap.

Like a ragdoll.

“Hey, hey, calm down, sweetheart.” Steve immediately wraps his arms around your waist to stop you from flailing. His words drip with condescension and faux-comfort, and it feels almost alien to be in his arms. You’ve never been held like this by a man apart from your husband, and although Steve is so similar to Ari in build and looks – he’s still not your husband.

“Ari?” You squeak, but the only response you get is the sound of all three men laughing – a sound that you’ve been hearing all night.

“Hush, little baby.” Curtis mocks, reaching out to pull your cheek as if you really are a little baby, “Me and Mr. Rogers, we can be your daddies too, you know? Your daddy said it was okay.”

Your gaze trails dejectedly after Ari, or rather Ari’s back, as you watch him leave the room. And now you’re left with two pairs of steely blue eyes that are so like your husband’s yet so different in so many ways.

“Hand her over,” Curtis demands Steve almost immediately, “God knows I need her little body against me right now. I’m harder than a fucking rock, watching this little sweetheart fetch me beers all night.” He tries to yank you by your arm, but the blonde’s grip on you only tightens, and the younger man frowns, “Give her over, Rogers. She likes me better than you, anyways. Don’t you, sweetie?”

Well, he’s certainly nicer than Steve – but you don’t particularly like either of them right now. And you’re too panicked to answer him. How could Ari leave you alone with these two? And why would he throw you on Steve’s lap as if you were expected to…

Entertain him.

“A little girl like her craves the firm hand of an older man.” Steve responds smoothly, his hand resting on your bare thigh and giving it a soft squeeze that has you practically panting. No other man apart from Ari has touched you like this, and you can feel something so hard underneath you. The blond grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Don’t you, sweetheart? You like men twice your age best, don’t you? Gets your little pussy wet knowing you’re with a man old enough to be your dad?”

Curtis snorts, leaning back and lighting another cigarette, “Clearly. She married Levinson.”

That grabs your attention, and you find yourself shaking your head, “No, me and Ari are in love!”

You’re serious with your claim, and you don’t expect the two older men to burst out laughing. Loud, booming laughter that makes you even more uncomfortable than you already are. Beneath you, you can feel Steve’s hard crotch rubbing against your bottom as he laughs, his chest snug against your back as he holds you close with one muscular arm.

“Sure, sweetie, he loves you a lot. So much, in fact, that he’s willing to share you with his friends.”

You frown at Curtis’ statement – what does he mean by share?

You find out not two seconds later when Steve’s huge hands find the zipper of your dress, fingers deft and quick in unzipping you. Gasping, you try and wiggle away again but to no avail. “Mr. Rogers! Wh-What are you doing!?”

“Stay the fuck still,” Steve orders you, “Gotta get you out of this dress. As pretty as it is, I prefer my toys naked and compliant.” The straps of the dress are pushed down your shoulders, and Curtis joins in too, pulling the fabric down your body.

Blood rushes to your face, but for some reason your protests barely make it past your lips with how feeble they seem to be. Having both older men’s hands on you, pawing at you lewdly and practically shredding your dress to pieces with their impatience to get you naked; for some reason you feel your pussy throb.

No, no you can’t! You can’t betray Ari like this! So then why do you bite back a moan when Steve finally rips your dress in two, throwing the sorry-looking flowery rags to the floor before he cups both your breasts (Ari had told you not to wear a bra tonight), squeezing the soft flesh and rolling your hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Curtis’ rough and calloused palm immediately cups your pussy through your pale pink panties that Ari had chosen for you.

“Did you wet yourself, little girl? Or are you just excited?” He asks, grinding his palm down against your covered mound, making you gasp out loud. And you’ve always lacked willpower – Ari’s punished you enough times for it in the past – so you can’t help but buck your hips against Curtis’ hand, feeling the shame wash over you but not caring enough to stop.

“Look at her, humping against my hand already like a little slut – almost like she’s an eager little virgin or something. I guess Ari never taught her anything about self-control.” The buzzcut-haired man comments.

Steve smirks, still toying with your breasts as if he hasn’t touched a woman in years; squeezing them and pressing them together, holding you taut against him as you flail on top of him from all the mixed sensations you’re currently feeling.

“She’s all riled up from earlier. Pretty pussy’s all wet from fetching our drinks all night, or maybe it’s because she’s cheating on her husband. Hey! Stay the fuck still, you dumb fucking slut!” Steve growls suddenly, because Curtis chooses that moment to slap your panty-covered pussy hard, and your whole body convulses on top of Steve.

“Give her a drink, maybe it’ll calm her down.” Curtis nods to the glass of half-finished scotch on the coffee table, “It’s too bad Levinson didn’t want to drug her for this. Something about fucking a girl who’s half unconscious really gets me going.”

“No way. Half the fun is in the way she wails and fights back. Look at her now, conflicted and guilty because she’s feeling so good. She can’t even keep still, rutting like a little bunny in heat. Hey, sweetheart, have a sip.” Steve nudges his glass of scotch against your lips and you wrinkle your nose, eyes wide as saucers.

“Daddy doesn’t allow me to drink.”

“Daddy doesn’t allow me to drink,” Curtis mimics you cruelly, making his voice all high-pitched, “Sweetie, your daddy left us in charge of you, so drinking a little bit of alcohol is the least of your worries. Now open up.”

You part your lips, ready to take a timid sip except Steve has different plans – he tips the glass over your face, the burning liquid sloshing all down your front. It’s icy cold against your skin, dripping down your neck and over your chest. Curtis groans, immediately dipping his head down to lick the liquid off of you. And his rough tongue against your smooth skin has you crying out as he licks a tantalising trail between your breasts, before his mouth latches onto your nipple, suctioning hard and practically fitting your whole breast into his mouth, making a show of it and moaning lewdly the whole time.

“Dumb baby,” Steve tsk-tsks, “Look at the mess you made. Wasting all of daddy’s drink. Apologise, right now.”

You hiccup, mind slowly going empty with Curtis going to town on your tits with no sign of slowing down. And he’s still got one hand pressing between your legs, and that mixed with the feel of Steve’s hard dick poking your ass from underneath has your mind going empty at a faster rate than ever. You involuntarily buck up against Curtis’ hand again, your pussy weeping already and you know you’re embarrassingly wet, and –

SMACK.

The force of the slap across your face leaves you winded and shocked, as does the stinging pain now spreading across your cheek.

“When I tell you to apologise, you apologise.” Steve warns sternly, and Curtis finally looks up, licking his full pink lips at the site of you with your head whipped to the side.

You feel your breathing grow ragged and your lower lip wobble, the pain and embarrassment almost too much for you to handle. Salty tears well in your eyes, a natural response to the slap you’ve just received, and you sniffle softly.

Ari reappears at that moment, and your heart swells at the sight of your husband. He always makes you feel so safe, so familiar – unlike the man whose lap you’re currently splayed out over. Like a baby, you outstretch your arms towards him. “Daddy! H-He… He hit me!”

That proclamation has Curtis beside himself with laughter, “Hear that, Steve? She just tattled on you! Like a little girl running to her daddy.”

Ari crouches down till he’s level with your face, grabbing your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, “He hit you, honey?”

“Yeah!”

“Where?”

Your hand is shaky as you point to your cheek which still throbs with pain. Steve hadn’t held back with his slap, and now he sits back with you still on his lap and a smile on his face, not an ounce of regret visible in his demeanour, as if he’s admiring his handiwork.

Ari’s own hand reaches out to stroke your stinging cheek softly, and you nuzzle into his palm, welcoming his touch. Steve is horrifically mean and Curtis is crass and rude, but your daddy is the best. He knows how to treat you right, knows exactly how to make you feel better with just a simple, soft touch –

SMACK.

You can hardly believe it when Ari strikes you across the face, the blow almost as hard as Steve’s, and now you burst out crying in earnest.

“Poor baby,” Curtis coos, lighting up his third cigarette of the hour and taking a long drag before puffing the smoke directly in your face. You cough harshly, his smoke filling your lungs and adding to your discomfort, but he doesn’t seem to care; “I guess that’s what you get for being a slut and cheating on your daddy with his two best friends.”

Ari strokes the side of your face where pain still blooms from his blow, and you find yourself flinching now, scared he’s going to hit you again. His eyes locked with your own tearful ones; and you don’t even notice the collar in his hand until he waves it in front of your face. In a voice beguiling, and so falsely gentle, he speaks as if he’s talking to a toddler: “Now honey, can you read what this collar says?”

Ari has made you wear plenty of collars in the past; you have your special pink one – the one with his initials on it as well as the words “daddy’s princess.” That one’s definitely your favourite. You also have a black one that says ‘daddy’s property’ which is nice too. But this collar in Ari’s hands, this one is new. It’s jet-black leather with silver studs, and a matching silver dog-tag that dangles from the front, glistening in the light with only one word inscribed on it:

Whore

You blubber softly, cheeks still stinging with pain and now a matching sting in your heart. What exactly is happening right now? You wonder to yourself as Ari fastens the collar around your neck while Steve holds you in place with a death grip.

“I asked you something, sweet girl. Did you read what the collar says?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.” You sniffle, “Says whore.”

“It does. Because that’s what you are for tonight.” Ari chuckles softly at the bewildered look on your face, stroking your cheek once more in time with Steve who is now running his hands through your hair. “Angel, you’re new to this whole marriage and relationships thing – so I understand that you’re too dumb to know how it works. But good little wives not only offer their services to their husbands, but to their husbands’ friends too. And that’s what you’ll be doing tonight.”

You feel like he’s dumped a bucket of ice water on your head, “B-But…But…”

“No, Angel. No ‘buts,’ remember?” Ari taps your cheek lightly as if to remind you of the pain his palm is capable of inflicting. “You don’t want to be like Curtis’ wife, do you? A dumb, wild broad who believes she can think for herself? No, that’s not you. You’re good and innocent and you’ll do exactly what daddy says, won’t you? Because men don’t like women who think they have any power in this world – it turns us off more than anything else. Do you want to turn me off, baby? Do you want to disappoint me?”

“No!” You cry, and you’d have reached out to wrap your arms around Ari’s neck if it weren’t for Steve holding you close to his own chest, his breath hot against the back of your neck, “No, daddy! Never wanna disappoint you! I’ll do wh-whatever you guys want me to do.”

Steve is unforgiving when he drops you on the floor, and you wince as you land painfully on your ass. “Be a good whore then.” He says bluntly, “Hands and knees. Lick my shoe.”

It’s not the first time that night that shock courses through your veins, but three pairs of blue eyes have now locked in on you, with hungry and expectant gazes that make you believe that you are the object that they want you to be, that they undoubtedly see you as. And so you gulp and get into position, naked and kneeling before the blond, his boots scuffed and slightly dirty as you stare at them from eye level.

“She’s got a great ass.” Curtis remarks crudely, the men casually falling back into conversation whilst you will yourself to part your lips, peak your tongue out and give Steve’s shoe a tentative lick. And then another. You stifle a soft gasp when you feel Curtis’ rough hand on your bottom, patting it as if you’re an animal at an auction, “If she was mine, I’d have her naked and crawling around on all fours all the time, this peachy ass is too fuckable to hide underneath clothes.”

“It’s the first thing I noticed about her.” Ari agrees, and his hand joins Curtis’, grabbing onto your other cheek and giving it a firm squeeze, “She was working at some dingy diner… Had this tiny fuckin’ dress on – called it a ‘uniform’. Didn’t even know her back then but I got an eyeful of her little girl panties every time she bent over. Fuckin’ slut. She gave out not fifteen minutes later.”

Your cheeks burn, but you concentrate on Steve’s shoe, licking it as if your life depends on it. And despite everything, despite how inhumane and disrespectful and shameful and objectifying the act is, there’s something about kneeling in front of a powerful man like Steve, or like Ari or Curtis, that makes your pussy throb with need.

“Make the leather shine, whore.” Steve is so stark, so to-the-point with his orders; he shoves his boot in your face, rubbing it over your lips, chin and cheeks and covering your sensitive skin in a mix of your own spit and dirt. “You like that, don’t you? Like being treated with no respect like all little girls like you should be. You’re nothing more than the dirt beneath my shoe, sweetheart. Remember that.”

“Y-Yes, daddy.” You find yourself saying between licks. Being the main object of attention between these three men has you wetter and steadily growing dumber by the second.

Your panties – the last article of clothing covering your modesty – are roughly ripped off of you, the soggy fabric landing on the floor next to your face. Steve’s hands grip your hair tightly, jerking you roughly upwards till you’re level with his dick, cowering between his parted thighs. Less than a second later, he’s unzipped himself, pulling his dick out and nudging it against your lips, “Open up, whore.”

The only man whose dick you’ve sucked prior to this is Ari – and Steve is a lot less forgiving. Stuffing his length into your barely parted mouth, the blond moves you by the hair, guiding your lips up and down his fat dick, and you were already crying but fresh tears well in your eyes from the choking feeling of fullness, your nose smacking against his pelvis as he manhandles you.

“Wish she’d been a virgin up here.” Curtis mutters, completely unperturbed by the fact that you’re currently choking on Steve’s dick, and you feel a rush of cool air when he spreads your ass cheeks, “Would’ve been so much fun to break into her little asshole.”

“I couldn’t hold off on that,” Ari’s fingers are deft and confident, tracing the rim of your puckered hole like he’s done countless times before and making your entire body shiver from head to toe. “She let me fuck her ass on our second date. She’s still tight up there, though. Try and finger her, you won’t even get one in.”

Curtis spits, his saliva dripping down the crevice of your ass, pooling around your asshole where Ari works it in with his pointer finger, the thick ring of muscle practically closing up around him, barely allowing an inch of his digit in. You involuntarily wiggle, trying to move your hips backwards to meet their fingers as Curtis joins in. But while Ari is teasing, Curtis is straightforward – wasting no time in ramming his pointer finger up your ass. The pain blooms almost immediately, making you cry out around Steve’s dick.

“Ah, she’s a good little cocksucker, Ari.” Steve comments, his grip on your hair so tight it hurts, “But she can’t take my whole dick in, can she? Look at her, already crying and I’m not even halfway inside of her.” Once more, he slaps your cheek before tapping it in quick succession, “Hey, cockslut, did your daddy not teach you how to deepthroat?”

He pulls his dick out of your mouth, the loss of contact making you pout despite the fact that you were practically choking not a second ago. “S-Sorry, daddy. T-Too big, it’s too big. Mouth’s too small – oh fuck!” You lurch forward when you feel something warm and wet lapping at your puckered hole – it’s Curtis’ tongue, hungry and desperate against your tight hole, his hands roughly pushing apart your ass cheeks.

Ari’s fingers slip down to your sopping core, your wetness dripping down and staining the carpet, making it so easy for your husband’s knowing fingers to glide up and down your slit, circling your clit in a way that has you panting and grinding back into his hand, earning a slap on your wiggling bum in the process.

“Needy baby,” Ari murmurs, and you’re about to whine, beg for him to stop teasing, when your head whips to the side once more from a rush of contact. Steve’s gripping his huge dick in his hand, and it looks so hard and angry as he slaps you across the face with it. Once, twice, three times till you’re wailing like a baby.

“She’s so fucking hot when she cries.” Steve comments, rubbing his dick over your face now as if he’s a feral animal trying to mark you with his scent, pressing the bulbous tip of his cock against your lips and you can’t help but pathetically part them, mouth gaping to taste him again. But he moves on, rubbing his length and his balls over your cheeks, nose, just all over. “You like being a messy whore? Want daddy to smear your face with cum, spit and dirt, get you looking like a proper slutty whore?”

“Y-Yeah, please!” You cry softly, and Steve grins.

Ari’s two knuckles deep into your pussy by this point, his fingers so deliciously thick as he pumps in and out. He knows exactly how to curve his digits, and at what angle, making your back arch from doing the bare minimum, causing you to press your ass further into Curtis’ face and eager tongue.

“She tastes like a dream.” Curtis’ voice is muffled, hands reaching up to slap and squeeze your ass obscenely, as if the flesh is his personal stress-ball, “God, Levinson. Why didn’t you think of sharing her before? With a sweet tasting ass like hers…” It’s like he can’t help himself, his beard prickling your skin as he dips his head back down, tongue practically making out with your puckered hole.

He tries to shove another finger in, but barely manages to fit in the tip of it. “God, a sweet ass that’s also tight as fuck? No wonder you call her an angel.”

Ari smirks, “Told you. I gotta take my time loosening her up before I fuck her up there. Or you could hold her down and force yourself in. She’ll cry either way.”

You whimper needily between them. It’s crazy how they continue to talk about you as if you’re not splayed naked right there. But it turns you on beyond belief, the idea that you’re just an object to them, that they can discuss you as easily as they would discuss what’s on the morning news. It makes you want them even more, especially now that Curtis has lifted his head up, Ari’s fingers have stalled and even Steve has pushed your face back down to his boot.

The blond is busy palming his dick as he now gazes down hungrily at your exposed ass, “If we’re gonna vote on it, I say force it in. She’s just a hole at the end of the day, and she’s going to be taking more than one cock up her ass tonight regardless.”

Mewling softly, you reach out with grabby hands for one of them, as if silently begging them to keep touching you, to give you some sort of contact because all of it seems to have stopped as the three older men casually discuss your body. You can feel your slick pouring down and coating your thighs, making them sticky with your arousal but you don’t dare to touch yourself.

“P-Please, daddy, please touch me.” You don’t know who you’re addressing, but your desire overtakes your fear of the three intimidating men. Face nuzzling Steve’s calf, ass wiggling pointedly towards Curtis and hips grinding down on the carpet below you, you know shame is something you’ve left far, far behind. “Please. Need–wanna be touched!”

Ari’s fingers find your mouth, pushing past your lips and effectively shutting you up.

“I don’t know. There are certainly other ways to stretch her out.” The mischief is evident in Curtis’ eyes when he suddenly reaches for something on the coffee table. Your eyes, hazy with lust, follow his hand, breath hitching when he grabs his now empty beer bottle.

“What do you think, sweetie?” Curtis asks you, “You want daddy to stuff this bottle up your ass like you’re some kind of cheap whore performing tricks at the brothel?”

You cower as Ari gathers you into his lap, your back against his chest and his hands gripping your bare thighs, spreading them wide open for the other two men to see, pussy spread open and splayed out with wetness trickling down your thighs, glistening and embarrassingly obvious.

“She looks scared.” Steve remarks, “You scared, sweetheart?”

You quiver in your husband’s arms, nodding in response although your fearful eyes don’t leave the bottle in Curtis’ hand. The neck alone is daunting, and the rest of the bottle has an even wider girth that makes your unprepped asshole twitch in fear.

“Use your words when you’re talking to me.” The blond growls, irritation clouding over his handsome features.

“Y-Yeah, I’m scared.” You answer softly.

“But you’re gonna do it anyways, aren’t you?” Ari sings in your ear, slapping your thigh to spread your legs out even further, bending your knees and adjusting you so that your rear hole is in full view. And you’re so wet, so incredibly wet that your juices spill down to stain Ari’s jeans and the couch.

You turn to look at your husband with pleading eyes, hoping to find a semblance of pity in his handsome face, “D-Daddy, please. Please don’t make me – AH!”

Again, your face is whipped to the side with another unforgiving slap, and Ari smiles down at you so casually, as if he’s just kissed you good-morning instead of slapped you in the face. “Honey, you know better than to deny your daddies.”

That’s how you find yourself laid out on the coffee table, three pairs of eyes belonging to three very intimidating and powerful men staring down at you as if you’re a piece of meat and they’ve been starving for days.

“Stay the fuck still, whore.” Curtis barks; he’s got your legs over his shoulders to give him better access to your puckered hole, grip harsh as he tries to keep you from flailing around. Your hole’s been stretched out by his and Ari’s thick fingers and a mix of your wetness and his saliva, but it still burns as he tries to force the thicker end of the beer bottle into you.

“H-Hurts!” You mewl, blindly grabbing at anything you can – which happens to be the collar of Steve’s shirt. Ruthlessly, the blond shoves your hand off of him, instead guiding it to his erect dick which is still wet from your saliva.

“If you’re gonna grab on to something, might as well be useful about it.” His dick is so thick, and just as big as Ari’s from what you can feel. Your little hand barely wraps around it, but you can’t even focus on pleasuring him because of the violating pain of the beer bottle being stuffed up your ass.

Ari guides your other hand to wrap around his dick, which is now also out of his unzipped jeans. “C’mon baby, jack us off the way I taught you to. The way I like it.” His tone is mesmerising, it’s almost instinctive when you obey, pumping the two thick dicks in your hands, trying to focus on their veiny girth and the way they twitch against your palms, how hard they feel, how big they both are.

“Oh, fuck, daddy, it hurts!” You cry out again, legs tightening around Curtis’ shoulders as he continues to stuff the unforgiving glass bottle up your ass. The buzzcut-haired man swats your thigh warningly, dislodging the bottle from your puckered hole completely, leaving you gaping as he swirls it around your pussy, gathering your wetness on its surface before returning it to your ass.

“Cut the complaining, baby girl. Your daddy already told us you’re a slut for anal, how much you love taking cock up your ass. How is this bottle any different, huh?” Curtis kisses up your thigh, slowly staring to fuck the bottle in and out of your ass as he sucks on your sensitive skin – no doubt leaving a mark in the process.

Meanwhile, Steve guides your hand to his balls, making you fondle and squeeze them, play with them indecently while the blonde grunts lowly, “God, wish my bitch of an ex-wife was half as compliant as you. What made you decide to become such a slutty whore, huh sweetheart?”

“W-Wanted to please daddy.” You answer quickly, knowing that if you didn’t then there’d be hell to pay – and probably another slap.

Ari smirks, brushing your hair out of your face almost tenderly as you continue to jack him off, “Damn right. It’s beautiful how just a few months ago, you were a naïve little virgin, and just look what a cockslut you’ve turned into now.”

“She’s still naïve, I’d say.” Curtis pipes up, his bicep muscles tensing as he shallowly fucks you with the beer bottle, in and out and in and out so rhythmically yet you’re seeing stars created from your own pain and sick pleasure.

“Naïve? More like dumb. Don’t think I’ve met a slut with an emptier head – but that’s what makes her the perfect wife, I guess.” Steve muses.

Being the “perfect wife” leads to you splayed out on the coffee table while the three men return to their seats, leaving you panting, unsated and still with the beer bottle lodged up your ass.

“Keep your legs open, angel.” Ari commands you, picking his deck of cards back up and that’s when you realise that they plan to ignore you and continue with their poker game instead. A low whine sounds past your lips at the thought.

“Look at her, crying like a baby again. She’s used to you spoiling her, Ari. Bet she thinks we were gonna make her cum or something.” Curtis snickers, kicking his feet up on the table, dangerously close to your pussy.

“P-Please – n-not fair – wanna cum so bad!” You cry softly, wanting to touch your pussy so badly but not knowing whether or not you had the permission to do it. And you’d much rather have one of them touch you, knowing it would feel so much better.

“You’re the entertainment tonight, before anything else, whore. The entertainment doesn’t get to cum until your daddies say so.” Steve says firmly, holding his cards in one hand and pumping his dick leisurely with the other, hungry blue eyes devouring the sight of you in such a compromising position in front of him, “You’re going to stay like that while your daddies play our game, and you better fuck yourself with that bottle the whole time.”

So that’s what you do, pursing your lips in pain as you do it. Never in a million years did you imagine yourself being used as the visual entertainment for your husband and his friends; naked and splayed out while they made you fuck yourself with a beer bottle. You can feel your asshole stretch and burn at the intrusion; eyes scrunching shut from the pain that blooms. But your pussy is so wet, slick cream pooling on the coffee table underneath you in the filthiest sight imaginable.

“God, she looks hot as fuck.” Curtis is quick to comment, his boot nudging your thighs open even more so he can get a better look, “You ever think of doing porn, sweetie? You’d be a natural, just look at the way you’re putting on such a filthy show for your daddies.”

Almost instinctively, you arch your back, the bottle making obscene squelching noises as you fuck it past the tight ring of your asshole, little pants leaving your mouth as if you’re a dog in heat.

“She’s enjoying herself.” Steve clicks his tongue at the observation, barely looking up from his deck of cards.

“You’re not allowed to cum, angel. Remember that.” Ari says casually, his words making you mewl in frustration.

But it’s hard not to cum when you’re so wet, and Curtis’ boot keeps nudging against your leg, inching closer and closer to your pussy till the sole grazes against your clit and you gasp loudly, jerking forward, “AH, daddy!”

The older men all ignore you, continuing their own conversation whilst you shiver and convulse and whimper between them, trussed up like a Christmas turkey, trying your best to focus and keep your legs apart as you continue to sheath your poor, quivering asshole with the beer bottle.

But more than the beer bottle, all you can really focus on is Curtis’ boot and how he’s so obviously pressing it against your wet folds, making the leather glisten with your juices. Half panicked, you whip your head towards Ari, wondering if he sees what his friend is doing. But your husband seems determined to ignore you – almost as if you’re not even there.

“Daddy,” you cry softly, not really knowing who you’re crying for. It’s instinctive and slightly shameful when you can’t help but grind down against Curtis’ boot, your pussy squelching and needy from being treated like a whore. And the buzzcut haired man doesn’t even acknowledge you, cigarette lazily caught between his lips as he digs his boot into your wet cunt.

It doesn’t take long until you’re riding his boot, grinding down on it as if your life depends on it, panting like you’re in heat as his shoe swirls around your wetness. Your cream coating the leather, he digs into your clit, nudging at your sensitive bundle of nerves and making you moan out wantonly in pleasure.

“Ah, ah daddy–oh fuck!”

You’re squirting all over his shoe before you ever realise what’s happening, so much of your cream now pooling on the coffee table that it’s made the surface slippery. And Curtis continues to push his boot cruelly into your sensitive button, and like a thirsty whore you hump against him, riding out your high and forgetting that there’s anyone else in the room.

“Levinson, looks like your whore wife doesn’t know how to follow instructions.”

Ari leans down over your quivering form, “Honey, what did I say about not cumming?” His voice brims with disappointment and you just want to bury your face in your hands.

“ ‘m sorry,” you hiccup, “C-Couldn’t help it. Mr. Ev-Everett – He used his shoe… wouldn’t stop!”

“Look at her, tattling to her daddy again.” Curtis laughs, getting to his feet and giving your ass a hard smack that has you howling with pain, “You’re lucky I’m not gonna make you lick your mess off my shoe, you horny bitch. But I think I’ll give my wife the honour of doing that when I get home tonight.”

Your eyes are wide as saucers as Ari helps your shaky body get on your hands and knees on the coffee table. From his pocket, he pulls out a leather leash, casually hooking it to your collar and tying the other end around the leg of the table, effectively trapping you in place.

“Stay still honey, and stick your ass out nicely so I can see it,” Ari commands softly, and it’s the gentleness in his voice that scares you the most. Because you’ve broken his rule – you’ve cum without permission, and you can’t even begin to imagine what’s going to happen now.

It’s the deathly quiet that has your heart beating harder than ever, this ominous sense of foreboding building up as the three men surround you like a pack of depraved wolves. Hunger in their eyes and hands itching to touch your body as they close in on you slowly, and Ari strokes your hair softly – but it feels like the softness that precedes the inevitable blow…

“I told you not to cum without permission, honey.” Ari breathes in your ear, “I guess you’ll have to learn how to follow orders the hard way, won’t you?”

Your breath hitches when you hear the unmistakable sound of Steve’s belt as he unbuckles it.

Well! There we go! The truth is, I wrote this fic many, many months ago and lost inspiration to complete it - which is why it ends where it does. I would never say never to a potential part 2, but who knows! I feel like I’m in my soft dom loving era atm, so this kind of depraved stuff isn’t as easy for me to write anymore. But do tell me what you think, as I know a lot of you have been waiting for this for many months! Please reblog and comment and let me know what you think! Any thots and ideas about this fic are also totally welcome! I hope you enjoyed.

#chris evans #ari levinson #steve rogers #curtis everett #dark steve rogers #dark ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #steve rogers x reader #chris evans fanfiction #curtis everett x reader

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🎲 (from here)

@theprice-cffreedcm rolled the dice and got...9! Receiver catches senders hand and pulls them back to bed.

Steve and Bucky had always been together, ever since they were kids. For the longest time or what it felt like to Bucky, he was the one in charge of keeping an eye out for his friend. He would get stick more often than he could count and whenever he wasn't sick he was probably being too smart, too cute for his own good to be messing with guys that doubled him up in size. So Bucky was always there, at the end of every alley, pulling bullies from the collar of their shirts and tossing them away, fist-fighting them to make sure they understood to never ever mess with Steve Rogers.

Nowadays, however, their roles had been reversed. Bucky was the one who needed Steve in the same way Steve had needed him decades ago. And it bothered him, it made him feel weak, unreliable. Sometimes, in his darkest moments, he thought about Steve leaving him because he was a liability. Which sounded crazy when he was in a better headspace after his first cup of coffee, but the feelings still lingered in him.

Steve had been spending many nights at Bucky's tiny apartment in Brooklyn. Most of the time it wasn't even Bucky asking, not with words, not directly. But Steve had learnt years ago to understand what he needed without even having to speak, and Bucky could say the same. Sometimes a glance is all it took, other times it was about the way Bucky beat around the bush about a topic. And Bucky was incredibly direct, never caring about other people's thoughts on what he had to say, but when it came about specific situations or subjects, and Steve--well.

He took his time, to put it mildly.

That night Bucky had one or two nightmares, and every time he snapped his eyes open and felt his chest incredibly tight, air unable to get to his lungs, a pair of light blue eyes met him in the darkness of the room barely lit with the moonlight creeping through half drawn curtains. Each time, Steve's soothing voice made him relax so his muscles wouldn't cause him to be sore the next morning.

He was safe.

"You're okay."

When the distant sounds of cars and people walking and going about their day found their way to Bucky's ears, the gentle warmth provided by the sunlight was already touching his flesh arm and part of the bed. He didn't open his eyes just yet but his breathing shifted ever so slightly, he could even feel his face gently pressed against Steve's chest. He could smell even the slightest note in the shower gel he used, inhaling deeply, his nostrils flaring, arms wrapped around the other as he did just so.

To him, Steve smelled like a warm summer afternoon in an Italian vineyard with a combination of seasonal wildflowers, wood and grapes. Well, maybe not grapes, but in his head he did imagine him in such scenario. He also imagined them both by the edge of a dock just as the sun was setting but they weren't in Italy, it was back home, decades ago. Steve was skinnier but still as stubborn, both of their feet submerged into the cold water of the lake, Steve had his shirt barely unbuttoned, wet hair and a bright smile, and Bucky the ever adventurous teenage with no shirt on, rolled pants up to his knees and a huge, affectionate grin.

His thoughts got interrupted by a subtle shift, however. Steve most likely wanting to go to the toilet or start breakfast without waking him up, and almost succeeding. But he knew he wasn't counting on Bucky's flesh arm to quickly take his wrist and pull him back to an embrace from behind, the former sergeant burying his face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him for dear life for a moment.

"Five more minutes", he murmured, eyes still closed and a soft smile on his lips.

#asks #I got emotional with this one #theprice-cffreedcm #verse: james barnes

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Get Out of My Head (Eddie x Fem!Reader)

You can’t get rid of Eddie Munson...but do you really want to?

Warnings: 18+ only (some smut, minors DNI), language, mention of Jason Carver, SO MUCH ANGST

WC: 2.8k

A/N: This might be my favorite one so far...feedback is so appreciated!

Late May, 1986. You just finished your second year of college, and you’re back home in Hawkins, Indiana for the summer. Your school is one of the first to get out among the smattering of high school friends you had left, which means you’re bored and alone for the next week or so. After unpacking and helping your mom with dinner, you drive your clunker of a Honda to Family Video in a meager attempt to cure your boredom.

Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley are behind the counter in matching uniforms. You remember them from high school. Steve was popular and obnoxious back then. Robin was quieter and, while you didn’t run in the same social circles, she was never mean to you. They seem to get along well now, though, and you wonder silently how this friendship came to be.

Your attention is quickly drawn to another familiar figure learning up against the other side of the counter: Eddie Munson, school freak and Dungeon Master extraordinaire. Your former closest friend and confidant, thrown away after one stupid decision on your part.

You’d met in middle school in music class. He played the guitar and you played the piano. Your teacher had recommended you both join the school band, and he just snorted, wanting nothing to do with extracurricular activities. You didn’t like them much, either, considering you had enough trouble with bullies during normal school hours.

It had kicked off a friendship that lasted until the day before you left for freshman year of college in August 1984. Eddie had to repeat his senior year (for the first time), so he’d be staying back.

“Holy shit. Y/F/N fuckin’ Y/L/N,” Eddie says now, snapping you back to the present. Your VHS copy of The Shining slips from your hands and clatters to the floor. You step forward to pick it up, but he’s faster, snatching it in his ring-clad fingers.

“Here, I got it,” he hands it over and shoves his hands into his pockets. “You home for the summer?”

“Mhm,” you nod, refusing to make eye contact.

“Maybe we could...catch up sometime?” His voice cracks a bit, and you can tell he’s nervous. Good. You weren’t the only one, then.

You shake your head. “I don’t think so,” you reply coolly. A bead of sweat trickles down your back, and you know it’s not just from the summer heat.

Suddenly, the room seems too small and you just need to leave. You toss the VHS on the counter, earning an annoyed “hey!” from Steve, and rush out the door. Your Honda stalls the first time you turn over the ignition, but it catches on the second time, thank God, and you drive off empty-handed.

You’re on your way to Bradley’s Big Buy the next day to drop off your application for a summer job, when the inevitable happens: your car breaks down on the side of the road.

“FUCK!” you shout as you slam your fists against the wheel, resulting in an appropriately angry honk. It catches the attention of another driver, who pulls over.

You know that van. You spent so much time in there, getting rides to and from school and toking up in the back. You don’t even need to see the driver to know that it’s Eddie.

“Nope, nope, absolutely not,” you say loudly, going back into your car. You close the door and immediately feel the humidity stick to your skin. It’s between talking to Eddie and suffocating, and you’re having trouble deciding which would be worse.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Eddie walks over, kicking up dirt with each step. His hair is pulled back in a ponytail and off his face, showing off his beautiful bone structure. You shake off the thought, locking the door before he can open it.

“Leave me alone!” you say, blinking back tears in your eyes. You’d managed to avoid Eddie all last summer by taking an internship in Indianapolis, and now you’ve seen him twice in two days. Hawkins was just too small.

He raps on the window impatiently. “You’re gonna die in there!”

Your response is just crossing your arms and turning your head. He’s right, but you won’t admit it.

He sighs. “Okay, look,” he says finally, “I’ll leave and get Wayne to tow it, but just get out of the car once I go, all right?” There’s a hint of sadness in his voice, and you secretly relish the ounce of power you have over him.

“Fine. Just go.” You should thank him. No, you’ll just thank Wayne. The old man didn’t do anything wrong; just his stupid nephew did.

Eddie leaves and you climb out of the car. Half an hour later, Wayne pulls up with his tow truck. He gives a small grin, the Wayne version of breaking out into song and dance.

“Y/N,” he says, “Eddie tells me you need a tow.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you start, fanning yourself with your hand. “And maybe some AC?”

“I can offer you both,” Wayne answers, opening the door for you. You hop in as he hooks up your car to the rig.

Wayne Munson was never a talkative man, so you’re surprised when he strikes up a conversation with you as he drives you back to the shop. “Eddie told me you were back in town. ‘S good to see ya, kid.”

You’d practically lived at the Munson trailer, especially when your parents were being particularly hard on you. Wayne didn’t judge; just offered you a safe space to breathe and be yourself.

“‘S great to see you too, Wayne,” you reply.

“We miss having you at the house. Not the same without you cracking jokes and baking for us. Hand to God, I’ve never had a chocolate chip cookie as good as yours, Y/N.”

This elicits a giggle from you. “I’ll have to drop some off sometime,” you say without thinking. You make a mental note to make sure Eddie’s van is nowhere to be found when you stop by.

Wayne nods. “Or, you can bake at our place like you used to. Makes the place smell good. Otherwise, it just smells like me and Eddie.” He wrinkles his nose. You just nod, knowing that won’t happen.

The rest of the ride passes by in a comfortable silence until you pull up to the auto shop. You see Eddie’s van parked outside and accidentally let out an audible groan. All you have to do is go in, call your parents, and then wait. Maybe you can even walk a few blocks so you don’t have to stick around. Yeah, that’ll work.

“I just need to call my parents to come get me, if that’s okay,” you say to Wayne as you walk in. He nods and points you to the phone, back to being a man of few words.

Before you can pick up the phone, Eddie hurries to your side. “Wait, Y/N,” he says. “Please let me drive you home. I need to talk to you about--about what happened.” You’re about to protest, but he cuts you off. “And then I will leave you alone. You never have to talk to me again, I promise.”

You roll your eyes, but mutter “fine,” and follow him to his van. You pull your knees to your chest, closing yourself off to him. You don’t even care if you get mud on his seats, though he probably does, which makes it even more satisfying.

“I just want to say that I’m sorry,” he starts as he pulls out of the parking lot. “I was an ass, and I really messed up.”

You scoff. “Messed up? Isn’t that the understatement of the fucking year.”

Eddie keeps his eyes trained on the road, but you notice his grip on the steering wheel tighten. “Yeah, it probably is. I know I hurt you. I never wanted to make you feel...” he trails off, because words can’t adequately express the pain you felt that day.

“Make me feel what? Used? Discarded? Like a piece of fucking meat?” You snap. Your eyes brim with tears, and you don’t have the energy to will them away, so you let them slip down your cheeks.

The day before you left for college. August 1984. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, not just anticipating being somewhere new without anyone familiar, but because Eddie Munson is next to you, helping you pack up your parents’ station wagon.

“I think that’s the last box!” He says triumphantly. “You’re ready to leave the nest. Fly, baby bird, fly!” He’s so silly and dramatic, and you throw your head back and laugh.

“Eds, I’m gonna miss you,” you say softly. He pulls you to his chest for a deep hug, resting his head on top of yours.

“I’m gonna visit you all the time,” he promises. “Whenever I can. And then I’m gonna graduate and join you.”

You nod, your chest filling up with emotion. Your heart seems to be beating double-time, and you know you have to go for it.

“Eddie?” you pull away slightly to look up at him. He gives you a small smile and brushes a piece of hair from your face.

“What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Eddie, I--” You’re doing this. You’re really fucking doing this. “I really like you. I’ve liked you for a long time, but I was too afraid...”

He smiles, the shy grin stretching across his whole face. “Y/N, I’ve liked you for...forever,” he grabs your hand gently, and you squeeze his fingers. “Well, probably since Jason Carver vandalized the Hellfire room and you started that rumor that he has a micro penis.”

You giggled. “Not my fault it was so believable,” you say with a shrug.

Eddie cups your face in his strong hands, leans down, and kisses you. You grab one of his belt loops and kiss him harder, letting your tongue explore his mouth. He lifts you and you wrap your legs around him, weaving your fingers into his curls.

He breaks the kiss tenderly and smiles. “Holy shit. I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

You look into his chocolate brown eyes. “You wanna go inside?” you ask shyly, and he raises his eyebrows.

“Are y-you sure?” he stammers, “it’ll be your first time--and mine, too, I guess,” he admits sheepishly, even though you already knew he was a virgin.

“’M sure. I want you to be my first, Eds. And I wanna be yours.”

The next few minutes are spent in your bedroom, undressing each other. Eddie pauses before unclasping your bra, but you nod, and he removes it. He immediately kisses your breasts, gently caressing them as he runs his thumbs over your nipples. It sends a shiver down your spine.

You kiss his neck as you unbutton his jeans and pull down his fly, and he steps out of them. His cock is rock hard in his boxers as he climbs on top of you, running his fingers over your soaked panties. You expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t; he just slips his finger under the band and pulls them off. You reach for his boxers and slide them down, careful of his erection.

You’re both completely naked. You’ve never felt more vulnerable, but also so free. You kiss him harder as he searches for your clit, and you guide his hand to that sweet spot. He mutters a “thanks,” and you smile in response.

There’s no one word to describe sex with Eddie. It’s clumsy and awkward but exciting and romantic. He slides a finger in you and moves it too gently, and you tell him, “You can go faster, Eddie. I’ll tell you if it doesn’t feel good.”

He gets his rhythm and adds another finger. You arch your back, riding a wave of pleasure. “Eddie,” you moan softly. You reach for his cock, stroking it. He places his free hand over yours and moves it faster.

“Just like that, beautiful girl.” You swallow thickly. Eddie Munson called you beautiful.

You’re soaking wet as he presses himself to your opening, before stopping. “Shit. I don’t have a condom,” he grumbles.

“It’s okay. I just finished my period a few days ago. Just...just pull out, just to be safe.”

He nods and eases his way in. There’s a spark of pain and you grit your teeth. Eddie notices and pauses. “Y-you okay?”

“Yeah. Just hurts a little b-bit, but I’m okay,” you smile up at him reassuringly. “Please, Eddie, I need you.”

He moans, a little whimper, and gently guides himself into you. The pain stops, and then there’s just you and Eddie, losing your virginities to each other.

You giggle, and he starts to laugh, too. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” He says incredulously.

“We really are.”

Eddie thrusts for another minute, his breath getting heavier. “Fuck, Y/N. I can’t hold out.”

“It’s okay.”

“But you didn’t--”

“It’s fine, Eddie. Lots of girls don’t their first time.”

He pulls out, finishing on his own hand. “I’m so sorry,” he mutters. His cheeks are flushed.

You hand him a tissue and kiss his cheek. “We can try again when you visit me at school, yeah?” you ask hopefully.

Eddie’s eyes light up. “Of course.”

The moment is interrupted by a car door slamming.

“My parents!” you scramble for your clothes. “Get dressed!” The two of you rush around the room, throwing on your clothes.

“Eds, your shirt is inside out!” you whisper loudly. He tugs it off and flips it right-side in.

“I’m leaving tomorrow at 9 AM. Come over to say goodbye?” you ask.

He grabs your face and kisses your lips, then your nose. “I’ll be there.”

But he’s not.

It’s 9:15, your dad is impatiently waiting, muttering about traffic, and Eddie Munson is nowhere to be found.

“We gotta go!” Your dad calls, and your mom nods her head.

“One more minute!” But you know it’s no use. He’s not coming. You gave each other your virginities, and then Eddie bailed without even saying goodbye.

You run in the house to call him, a last-ditch attempt. Maybe he overslept. The phone rings and rings until the voicemail picks up.

You’ve reached Wayne and Eddie. Leave a message. Wayne’s gruff voice says.

“Hey, Eddie, it’s me. Just wondering where you are. You’re probably still sleeping...I’ll call you when I get to school and give you the number to reach me. Miss you already.”

You climb in the car, listening for the sound of his van rumbling down the street.

Nothing.

And now you’re back in that van, crying just like you did on your first night of school, when you realized that he was never calling you back. Only now, Eddie’s crying too. You’ve never seen him this upset.

“I am so, so sorry. I’m the dumbest person alive.”

“No, Eddie. You’re just like every other guy out there, just using women as sex toys whenever it’s convenient for you.”

You’ve hurt him, but you can’t muster up any empathy. “You think that’s what happened?”

“Isn’t it?”

He shakes his head. “No. No! I got...I got nervous.”

“Nervous? Eddie, I lost my virginity to you the day before.”

“Yeah, and then you were going off to college, where you would meet all these smart, athletic guys, and you’d realize that you could do better than me.”

You can’t help but burst out laughing; there’s a meanness to it. “So you got insecure and decided, ‘You know what? I’ll just break Y/N’s heart!’”

He says nothing, just stares stoically at the road.

“Fuck you, Eddie. Just take me home and fuck off.”

“Do you know what it’s like?” he raises his voice and it trembles. “Do you know how it feels to be the school freak, to be the butt of everyone’s jokes, and then trying to trust someone with your whole heart?”

Now it’s your turn to be silent.

“I know I fucked up, Y/N. I’m not pretending that what I did was fair to you. But please,” he begs, “please cut me some slack. I was so scared, but I’m not scared anymore. If I was, I wouldn’t be here talking to you, asking for your forgiveness.”

You feel your icy exterior start to melt. “Pull over,” you say.

“What?”

“Pull. Over.”

He does as he’s told, throwing the car into park. You turn to him, making eye contact with him for the first time in nearly two years.

“I forgive you, Eddie.” You place a hand on his cheek and wipe away his tears. “I know life hasn’t been easy for you. But what you did...it fucking broke me.”

You feel his chin tremble. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, but it’s still so genuine.

“And you know what really sucks? I still care about you. I want to kiss your stupid face and hold your stupid hand and go on stupid dates with you.”

Eddie gives a small laugh. “We could give it another shot,” he suggests shyly. “I won’t run away this time.”

You pull yourself closer and lean in. “You’d better not, Munson.”

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year

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i'm outta my head over you Pt. 5

prologue (Pt. 1) | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | AO3 | playlist

today's @steddie-week prompts: hurt/comfort and familiar

While he waits for Wayne to get home so he can confront him about the ‘Teddy’ thing, Eddie thinks back on everything Steve had added to this tape.

He remembers that first time he actually talked to Steve; he was well aware of his existence before the King had so graciously graced him and Gareth with his presence that day, but was that really the time Steve was talking about in his notes? It had to be, there weren’t any other times they talked until the spring break from Hell.

It was only ever burning jealousy for Nancy Wheeler before (and after) that first time. Bitter thoughts of ‘I’d be much better for you than her,’ when he’d spotted them kissing against Nancy’s locker.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby..” Eddie mumble-sings to himself at the memory. That was weird.

Then Steve had gone and dropped his haughty King Steve persona, bullied out of it By Hargrove. He lost Wheeler to Byers, and somehow didn’t become more of an asshole?

Much like the KISS song from a second ago, Eddie sings “Disaster and disgrace, the King has lost his Crown..” without even thinking about it. The song yanked up from whatever recess of his mind holds onto ABBA songs.

Huh. Wait a minute…

Eddie hops up and starts shuffling through his and Wayne’s admittedly impressive record collection. KISS’s Dynasty album he needed was not too hard to find, but Voulez-Vous? That’s…gonna be harder. It’s gotta be around here somewhere though, ABBA is one of Wayne’s guilty pleasures.

Shit…he and Steve have much more in common than he thought…

Eddie moves onto thinking back over those couple weeks spent hiding out with Steve while he hunts. He’s got a few hours to kill.

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The days spent at Casa Harrington both felt like they’d crawled by at a snail's pace, and were over and behind him all too soon.

It was awkward in the beginning, but they quickly fell into a pattern.

Eddie was in the guest room on the main floor so he didn’t have to walk more than he needed to with the fresh graft wound on his leg, and Steve was on the couch in the living room (much to Eddie’s dismay).

“Steve, for the love of all that is unholy, PLEASE just sleep in your own bed? I’m perfectly fine down here, promise.”

“Not happenin’ Eds. My couch is super comfy anyway.”

Steve helps him to the bathroom whenever he needs it, and when he’s at work, Eddie uses those short trips to stretch his leg like his doctor said to.

Luckily for Eddie, the initial bandages on both his donor graft wound and his grafted wound (the biggest on one his left side) came off while he was still in the hospital, so he was able to shower and clean the areas with the mild soap Steve got for him.

Steve would help him over the lip of the tub after he got undressed (another time to slowly work on stretching the areas a bit), and take his towel from around the curtain once he was in.

Then he’d hover (every. time.), pretending that he had things to clean in the main floor bathroom until Eddie was done, and help him back out once a towel was around his waist.

The first couple days were the worst; Eddie had next to no energy at all for doing anything , but Steve is nothing if not a gracious host; so when he was led to the bathroom on the first day he needed a shower, Eddie found a small stool in the tub already, the usual bath mat outside the tub, plus some of those stick-on grippy things were stuck onto the floor of the tub and laid out in a path on the tile to where the sink was.

They were shaped like ducks.

“Ducks, huh?”

“Yep! ‘Rubber Duckie, you’re the one’ and all that. You like ‘em?” He sang (in a perfect imitation of Ernie), genuine as ever.

“Yeah Stevie, I love ‘em.” What else was he gonna say?

Steve had set him down on the closed lid of the toilet and started the water for him, aiming the shower head away from the curtain.

“Okay, let's get these bandages off, huh? Arms up!”

Eddie obliges, raising his arms up over his head as far as they could go for Steve to carefully pull his shirt over his head.

“Sit up straight for me.” He does, and Steve gently works the two large sections of gauze and tape across his torso off.

By time he’s done, Eddie’s shaking with the effort of holding himself up.

“Okay, okay, relax,” Steve coos, “I just have to get the one on your face now, then we’ll worry about your leg.”

Eddie nods, leaning his uninjured cheek into Steve’s large palm while he works the bandage off his other cheek and jaw.

Steve’s hands are so warm, he starts to fall asleep.

“Wake up, sunshine, gotta stand you up.” Steve says, the smile evident in his voice.

Eddie nods, keeping his eyes closed while Steve helps him up, and guides him to hold onto the towel bar.

“Okay, I’m going to take off your sweats, and then I’ll lift the leg of your shorts to take the bandage off. Is that okay, Eddie?”

Eddie nods, still tired.

“Eddie, please tell me what I’m going to do so I know you heard me.”

“Pants off, leg up.”

Wait.

“Wait, that sounded wrong.”

Steve just chuckles, “At least I know you were listening.”

He does exactly what he said he was going to do, and stands back up.

Oh no, now all that’s left is his boxers.

“OK, I’m going to put this over your shoulders and clip it in front,” of course he’s already got a plan for this. Eddie’s heart swells in his chest. “Then all you have to do is shimmy outta your shorts; you’ll still be covered up. Is that alright?”

“Yeah Stevie, sounds great.” Eddie chuckles, and Steve wraps a huge fluffy towel over him. “Where’d you get a giant towel?” he asks as it’s clipped around him with a just-as-giant claw clip.

Eddie feels Steve’s chuckle against his back and fights the urge to relax backward into his arms forever.

“It’s called a bath sheet. You can take some with you when you leave if you want.”

“Hm…A few will have my plasma all over ‘em.” Eddie rationalizes, getting another chuckle from the other man.

“Alright, smarty pants, you should be secure. When you’re ready, I’ll help you get over the edge of the tub so you can sit down on the stool.”

Eddie nods, and starts working his boxers down. Once off, he looks behind him for Steve.

If he wasn’t holding onto this rack for dear life, he’d probably keel over with how hard he laughs.

“What?” Steve feigns stupidity.

“Nice mask, Steve-o.” he’s wearing a leopard print eye mask, his hair sticking out goofily on the sides from where the elastic cinches above his ears.

“I can take it off if you wan–”

“No! Leave it!” Eddie laughs, grateful Steve can’t see how red his face is right now. “Can’t have ya getting a sneak peek of the goods.”

Steve shrugs, “I’ll just wait for the premiere, then. Now!” he brushes past that (and Eddie’s spluttering), “Let’s get you settled.”

He reaches forward for Eddie’s hand on the rack, dwarving it in his, and gently guides the two of them forward, his front to Eddie’s back as support. Damn, his legs are tired.

Steve reaches out ahead of them and blindly swipes for the shower curtain once, twice, catching it on the third swipe and sliding it open.

“Okay Eds, be very careful.”

Eddie steps slowly and carefully over the edge of the tub, realizing why Steve turned the showerhead earlier. The spot he’s stepping onto is still bone dry, much safer.

“Both feet are in, Cap’n. Hold this?” He swaps his hand in Steve’s for the corner of his towel. “Gonna take the clip off and you can take the towel.”

“Got it,” Steve says, and once he’s thrown the towel behind him: “Hand please?”

Eddie puts his hand back where it belongs, and lets himself be supported while he sinks down, slowly, onto the stool.

“I’m good Stevie, thank you.”

“‘Kay.”

He straightens, letting go of Eddie’s hand and snaps the curtain shut briefly, opening the other end to reach up for the showerhead.

“Ooh, fancy.” Eddie snarks when he catches the handheld head from Steve’s outstretched arm (it was almost too far to his left to grab).

“Shut up.” Steve chuckles and closes the curtain again, talking through it now. “The head should fit between the wall and the bar there, so you can put it down if you need to, the soap you should use is on the shelf on the left with a washcloth, and I snagged my mom’s curly-hair shampoo and conditioner,”

Eddie feels like he’s gonna cry.

“...Doc said not to let the water beat down on your wounds so make sure you keep the spray away, yell if you need me or when you’re done, okay? I’ll grab my blindfold and be here in two seconds flat.”

“Got it, thanks Steve.” Eddie manages through the lump in his throat.

“No problem Eddie."

Steve’s just as careful, gentle, respectful, on Eddie’s way out of the shower; blindfold on, he keeps his arms out for Eddie to lean on while he dries the majority of the water off himself, holding him steady while he pulls on a new pair of boxers.

“I’m taking the blindfold off now,” Steve says, then does, when he doesn’t hear any complaints from his friend. “You gotta stay standing for a little bit longer, okay? Gotta get your leg wrapped up first.”

Eddie nods, trying his best to hold back how heavy his breaths are coming with the constant exertion over the past half hour.

As soon as the last piece of tape is in place, Steve lowers him back onto the lid of the toilet.

“Here, drink this whole glass.” He says, handing Eddie a glass of water and the painkillers he needs.

By the time the water is gone, he’s air dried a bit more.

Steve carefully scrunches the water from Eddie’s hair, expertly twists it up into the claw clip, and drapes the towel over Eddie’s don’t slip and die bar.

He coaxes Eddie to sit up straight again with the promise of a Star Trek marathon in order to properly apply the prescribed cream and new bandages over the worst of his wounds (“Just a little bit longer sweetheart, you’re doing great!” he says proudly).

Steve ends with the one on his cheek, and once again, Eddie is drifting off; Steve lets him doze, leaned forward onto his stomach with his head turned slightly to get bandaged.

It’s like that every time. Even after Eddie gets stronger and can get in and out of the shower on his own, bitching at Steve in frustration for his damn hovering, he’s there, ready to help him when, by the end of his shower, he’s fully beat and sick to his stomach for being mean to his friend.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, they slowly load Eddie into the beemer, Eddie would suffer through physical therapy, and Steve was there to half-carry him back to the car (and there to order Eddie’s favorite flavor of ice cream for him when he inevitably zonks out in the front seat).

Steve’s always there.

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“You were made for lovin’ me..” Eddie sings, continuing his song-thought from before (though it’s marginally worse after recording the track to the B-side of Steve’s mixtape)

It’s the first song in response to Steve’s side.

“Buckley, you’re a genius.” he mutters to himself.

The front door squeaks open then, oh shit, is Wayne’s shift over already?

---

“…shut up..” he says, after agonizing through the memory of his and Steve’s first kiss. Knowing now that Steve had meant it, well, not actually, but actually wanted to have it be more of a deal… Yeah, Wayne and Robin are right. Doofus to Steve’s Dingus! Right here!

“You’ve at least got your shit together now, right? You got a plan?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it,” he dismisses, “Speaking of, where’ve you hidden Voulez-Vous ?”

“S’that why all our albums’re out?” Wayne slumps down into his recliner with his mug (this time, it’s the Campbell’s Soup one).

“...I’ll put ‘em away, I promise.”

Wayne sighs, but reaches down the side of his chair nearest the wall with his free hand, and returns with the album in his hand.

“Aw what the hell, I never would’ve found that!”

“A man’s recliner pockets are a sacred place.”

“Ew..?”

“I’ll leave it here fer ya, you ain’t doin’ nothin’ with it now. You’re going to bed.” Wayne emphasizes the ‘you’re going to bed’ part.

“Fine, fine,” Eddie tosses his hands up, “I’ll worry about woo-ing my man in the morning.”

Wayne’s responding “Ew.” is both muffled and amplified by his mug.

He spends the early afternoon after waking up cleaning up his mess like he’d promised, packing away all the vinyl into their designated cabinets under their kitchen bar before pulling out Voulez-Vous .

As soon as he hits stop on recording The King Has Lost His Crown (seriously, the tape had just clicked to a stop), his front door bursts open.

“The hell??” Eddie shoots up from his spot on his bedroom floor to the front door.

Dustin and Will are on either side of Max, supporting her over the threshold..

“Is she okay? What are you all doing here? You shits are lucky I just stopped recording!” he fusses.

“We were bored at my place, so we came to visit. Now stop being a Steve and grab my chair from outside.” Max commands.

“Rude.” Eddie scoffs, but does as she demands. “Your throne, m’lady.”

The two boys lower her into the seat and wheel her back in line with the couch before collapsing down on it themselves.

“So what are you recording?” Dustin asks, pulling his feet up to sit cross-legged on the cushion.

“Uh…” Shit! “…It’s a party mixtape, a couple songs for each of ya.”

Will lights up “Can we hear?”

“What songs did you use for me?”

“Yeah, what about me? I’m assuming you got some Kate Bush.”

“Calm down! Calm down, it’s a surprise, okay?

“Whose did you just record?” Will asks, ever the calming presence.

“It was one of Steve’s obviously.”

Eddie blanches.

“How d’ya figure?” Dustin asks Max, incredulous. “You can’t just know these things.”

“He came out here with ABBA in his hand. Obviously that’s one of Steves”

He did? Eddie looks over at the kitchen counter; yep, there it is. Tossed haphazardly onto Wayne’s stack of old pay stubs.

“Ooh! Let us pick the other Steve song! Where’re your other records?” Will looks around, Max starts to move.

“Why should I let you? It was my idea!”

“Uh, we've known him longer. Duh”

“I think I’ve got things covered Dusty–”

“Damn you’ve got a lot of music” Max found their stash. “And it’s a lot of regular people music too, I thought you were a metalhead.”

“Careful, Snoopy, I most definitely am. But music is music, and music is good.”

Will and Dustin are already crowding around her chair to get to the vinyl. Well, there goes all the organizing he just did.

“What about this one?”, “No way, gotta use this!”, “He doesn’t even like them, though..”

Finally, Max stops the assault on his cabinets. “Wait, you guys, I've got it!”

Eddie sighs, giving up. “Whatcha got, Mayfield?”

Part 6 here!

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND WHO WILLINGLY PROVIDED HIS HANDWRITING FOR EDDIE!!! WE LOVE HIM FOR THAT!!!! ❤️

eddie calling max 'snoopy' may or may not come from my parents also calling me that when i was little and would snoop around the house looking for presents when it was close to my birthday

tag list cause y'all asked so nice to be tagged!: @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, and @manda-panda-monium

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Star Child Part 3

In which we learn a little backstory about why Eddie was so resistant to playing with Steve and that the Harringtons are so so much worse.

Part 1 Part 2

Eddie woke up alone with the worst hangover and if his day couldn’t get any worse there was someone banging on his door.

“Hold on, damn it,” Eddie mumbled, stumbling to the door.

He threw it open to see all three of his bandmates standing there, looking far too chipper for this ungodly hour.

“What do you want?” he bit out.

“Someone struck out,” Jeff teased.

“How could you possibly strike out,” Gareth hissed, “when the dude was practically throwing himself at you?”

“What. Do. You. Want?” Eddie asked through gritted teeth.

“We wanted to see if you wanted to go for breakfast before head out of town?” Brian said.

Eddie closed his eyes. “Yeah, just give me fifteen minutes, I still need to pack up.”

They all nodded and Eddie slammed the door in their faces. He realized he didn’t have any of his stuff. He looked around the room frantically before his cell phone went off, announcing its presence on the table.

Eddie let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He unlocked the screen as he pocketed the keys and wallet.

-I hope the hangover isn’t too terrible this morning.

Eddie grinned and typed out his reply.

-Doing better now that I’ve heard from you.

-Glad to hear it. Sorry I didn’t stay, I had an early morning radio show to do this morning.

Okay, Eddie thought, that was a valid reason. Still made him grumpy.

-Why would you do something that early in the morning?

-I take it you’re not a morning person?

Eddie huffed out a laugh.

-I’m barely a person before noon.

-lol. You doing anything later today?

Eddie pulled his hair in front of his face and sighed.

-On the way to Chicago, we’ve got a concert tomorrow night

Eddie stared at the three little dots for what felt like forever before the message filled up his screen.

-Damn. I was really hoping you’d come with me when I went to visit the children’s hospital this afternoon. The kids would have been over the moon. But if you have a gig, that’s fine.

Eddie had the feeling that Steve was floundering on the other end of the phone.

-Yeah sorry. Being from Hawkins and considered the town freaks makes us not want to stick around. But you do you man.

-Yeah I hear that. My own experience with the town is pretty shit too. I feel I have to give back after being the little shit I was when I was in school.

Eddie paused. Yeah. He knew all about that.

-Making up for being the school bully the reason you did last night’s concert?

Eddie had finished packing all his shit up and patted his pockets, making sure his keys and wallet were still there by the time he got a response from Steve.

He opened the door when his phone trilled in his hand.

-In part, yeah. Calling kids queer or fag when you are bisexual is the worst kind of dick move I can think of.

Eddie slumped against the door frame staring at his phone.

Shit.

-You’re pulling my chain, right?

Suddenly his phone was ringing.

“Yeah?” Eddie answered.

“Hey,” Steve murmured. “I’m really not pulling your chain. I swear on it.”

“Holy shit, man,” Eddie said. “Who knows?”

“You, my parents, my agent, my manager, my record label,” Steve muttered.

“That’s why you’re parents wanted you committed, isn’t it?” Eddie asked.

Steve hummed. “They tried conversion therapy first. It’s where I met my best friend and manager, Robin. We escaped and she took over as my manager. My parents tried to sue the courts to say I was crazy, but when I told them that would have to say why they wanted me committed, they dropped it.”

“Fuck, man.” He looked at his watch. “I’ve got to go. So if you still want to chat, text me, okay?”

“I’ve got to go, too,” Steve whispered. “I know you don’t have any reason not to tell anyone about me. About what I said. But...can it wait a year? My contract with my label will be up and it won’t matter after that.”

“What?” Eddie squeaked. “No, man. I’m not going to out you. Shit. You do you. Come out when you feel comfortable, okay?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “Thank you. Drive safe.”

“Yeah, and tell those kiddies, Uncle Eddie says hello, k?”

Steve laughed. “Will do.”

They said their goodbyes and Eddie slipped into the elevator, feeling like his whole world had just bottomed out.

Eddie slept off his hangover in the tour bus. They were about half way to Chicago when he woke up.

“He lives!” Jeff said from the table where the rest of the band was playing cards.

“Fuck off,” Eddie grumbled. He grabbed a water bottle and some aspirin. He swallowed the pills and came to sit next to Gareth.

“You still in denial about Pretty Boy Stevie?” Brian asked.

Eddie threw his head back and rested it on the back cushion. “I don’t even know anymore, man. I have this image of him in my head from high school and shit, I don’t know.”

“Well he’s certainly got us convinced he’s a pretty cool dude,” Jeff said. And began ticking off the reasons on his fingers. “He writes all his own music, plays guitar and piano, that arrangement of ‘Low Key in Love’ was bitching as hell, man. And that’s just the stuff I saw. That’s not even the stuff we were hearing from the people close to him.”

“Yeah,” Gareth agreed. “You can always tell the fakes from the real stand up dudes from how their people talk about them. The sound guy at the venue said Steve offered to give him a ride home, because his car broke down.”

“Even gave him money to get it fixed or replaced,” Jeff said.

“The night was filled with other stories like that,” Brian agreed. “It looks like he’s honestly trying to give back to the town. Which is amazing, by the way.”

Eddie sighed. “You guys were sophomores when Steve was still at Hawkins High, right?”

The three of them looked at each other at the strange non-sequitur.

“Yeah,” Gareth said. “So?”

Eddie licked his lips before pressing them together. “Did you ever run afoul the popular seniors’ group?”

Jeff scoffed. “No. We were too insignificant.”

“Lucky you,” Eddie dead panned.

“Oh shit,” Brian said. “You’re saying Steve bullied in at school?”

Eddie sighed. “Stood by and watched was more like, but yeah. The Kings were a good name for those assholes.”

“Fuck, man,” Jeff muttered.

They were silent for a moment before Brian looked up at him. “Did–did you ever meet Steve’s dad?”

Eddie scoffed. “Once, but I was too drunk to remember it. But from what I’ve been hearing lately, I want to reach down his throat and pull out his blackened shriveled heart out through his mouth.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Nah, that would be too good for the asshole.” He bit his lip. “I honestly don’t know how Steve survived let alone became as big as he is.”

Eddie frowned.

Jeff and Brian shared a glance.

“My older sister used to run with some of the cheerleaders when she was on the drill team,” Jeff said. “She was pretty sure Mr Harrington was beating him when he was in town. Which, admittedly wasn’t often, but it was enough that you could sense a pattern.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie whispered.

Gareth sighed. “We aren’t saying this to excuse what Steve did in high school but it seems to me that he was dealing with some shit you know?”

Eddie sighed. “Still is, apparently.”

They all stared at him in shock.

He half shrugged, tilting his head. “I don’t know, he’s told me some pretty heavy stuff. Like career ending stuff. He trusted me and I really don’t know what to do with that.”

“Sounds to me,” Gareth said, “like he’s trying to make amends but doesn’t know how.”

Eddie’s lip quivered. “I think I like him. Like a lot.”

“Well, you’ve got time I think,” Jeff said. “Deciding what to do with that. I mean we’re still on tour for the next two months and his manager, Robin was saying that Steve was getting ready to go into the studio for his last album. He’ll be in LA about the time of our last concert. If you still feel that way about him by then ask him out.”

Eddie blinked. “Yeah, okay.”

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

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fandomfluffandfuck · 9 months

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Oh my god… those massive, MASSIVE middle fingers…

I’m picturing Steve, newly retired and without the responsibilities of an Avenger to constrain him, going to a protest that the police turn into a riot. One photog’s camera catches the moment he shoves a middle finger into cop’s face.

Bucky sees the picture the next morning. And of course he’s seething; kid causes trouble everywhere he does, doesn’t he? But Bucky’s also looking at that finger. A finger that’s been inside every hole Bucky has but it suddenly strikes him how LARGE it is on its own. Looming over that cop’s face. Thick, strong, defiant.

Bucky’s used to Steve fingering him in different ways; rushed and impatient or slower, leaning into the stretch, but no matter what, Steve isn’t satisfied until he has two or three fingers inside him.

Bucky isn’t a good actor, not around Steve. Steve gets it out of him.

That night he uses one finger. Just one. In and out and crooked, pressing against Bucky’s walls but careful not to strain his rim. Keeping that hole tight for Steve, tight so Bucky feels every single knuckle.

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L i s t e n .

Everything about this is perfect: the peak Steve energy of post-retirement using his near immunity to protest and throw his weight behind the issues that matter (what're you gonna do? Arrest Steve Rogers? Ex-Captain America? They tried it once, and it didn't stick. So... they don't dare try again). AND Bucky being horny for His Steve, the Steve that's dumb as shit (affectionate) and doesn't like bullies. 🤌🏻Yes🤌🏻

And that idea you've got of Bucky slobbering, gagging, losing his simple little mind over having a single finger inside him...

Christ.

Bucky wouldn't know what to do with himself. Does he press back on that single finger and beg and beg for more? Writhing on the bed, spreading his legs and arching his back like the slut he is, using everything he has to get more. More from Steve. Another finger. Something bigger. Or does he yield to what Steve is clearly hell-bent on doing to him--fingering fucking his brain out with only a single finger? All the while, Steve barely breaks a sweat, hardly stretches his tight, pink, wet rim, and listens to all the gutted sounds Bucky can't possibly keep inside with a shit-eating grin painted across his stupid, handsome face.

What does Bucky do?

He doesn't fuckin' know!

It's so hard to know anything at all like this, spread out, pulled apart, foreplay being treated like the main event. If Steve wanted to, he could pry Bucky apart fast and hard with two, three, four fingers and then could split him open on his fat cock and Bucky would still love it. He loves the way it aches. The way it burns. The way it leaves him wobbling for the hours after before the serum has its way. He loves desperation and roughness. Anything Steve will give him, he loves. He craves.

But--

Steve just has a single fucking thick finger inside him instead, not two or three or four or his fucking DICK and Bucky doesn't know what to do about it.

All he's got is that image. Every time he shuts his eyes. There it is.

There is is.

That image is burned into the back of his eyelids--Steve's fingers, held up, thick, long, calloused, scarred, and just a little crooked after being broken a few times, then, behind those digits is Steve's face, flushed with anger, fire in his eyes, a snarl on his lips, defiance. That's his Steve.

It shouldn't turn Bucky on, but it does. Fuck, it does. It's like the first time Bucky got to fight with Steve post-serum all over again, once the haze of his capture was gone and the Holwies were with them. Bucky wants to climb his man like a fucking tree.

Sweaty, flushed, simmering with anger, and baring his teeth. God. It's hot.

Bucky whines, his muscles feel like ropes coiled into knots, tense. His rim is clenching onto Steve, trying to draw him in, aching for more, more, more. He's so tight that every time Steve moves his finger--thrusting in or out--Bucky feels each knuckle. The knuckle in the middle of his finger, especially--it's thick. Bucky's toes curl. He pants, strands of his hair hanging over his forehead as he bites the pillow under him as hard as he can.

Please.

More.

It's all he wants.

The hard, rubbing press of the pad of that single finger against his prostate has his cock twitching and drooling against the mattress, lying prone, but he's greedy. He wants more. He wants Steve to punch those fingers, that fucking hand, up there.

"Pl-please," Bucky finally chokes out the plea, lips dragging wetly against the pillow, sobbing.

"Nu-uh, baby," Steve's voice is gravel rough, dragging over Bucky's skin like nails, leaving raw, red trails, "you know what you were drooling over, you know what you're picturing right now, and you damn well know you don't need more--just this, just this," Steve tortures him, pressing against his prostate hard on every hard thrust of his finger into him.

He's not being nice!

Bucky wails, throwing his head down into the pillow he's ruining, shaking with how hard he's crying.

"Shhhh, honey, just enjoy it--"

Easy for you to say! Bucky wants to shout. But he can't. He can barely speak. All he can do is let his eyes roll back into his head, mouth wide open when Steve curls his finger and tugs at his clenched rim.

"So tight," Steve rumbles, almost talking to himself, almost talking to Bucky's tiny, little hole, eating up his finger, "can barely take one finger, huh? Don't see why I'd keep going..."

Bucky officially melts. He quakes, quivers, he trembles--just a puddle rippling now. Pathetic. There is nothing he can do, but let Steve play with his body. He asked for this, though, didn't he? Letting Steve catch him jerking off to that stupid fucking photo instead of using his goddamn enhanced hearing to know when Steve returned home and putting away his phone or pretending like he wasn't jerking it or done ANYTHING ELSE. He did that. So now he's suffering.

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That gif has forever become the Steve-wiping-lube-off-of-his-fingers gif to me 😮‍💨😮‍💨

#asks #sail not drift #fandomfluffandfuck #anon provided writing #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

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love-toxin · 2 years

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How does it feel to be so sexy with an incredibly big brain? First piss kink eddie, perv eddie, (ugh perv Steve imagine) then yan, then milfs and breeding and then you just thwack me in the back of the head with Steve's big ol' breeder balls that I now NEED in my mouf. What next?!? Do you realize the horny grip you have on us 😭 you have too much power!!!

Also sorry for all the spam lol

HEH. EHEH. HEH!!! TY!!!! steve's balls lovers unite. i would be disowned if ppl found out how much i think about them. also BOLD of you to assume i would be able to read "perv" and "steve" in the same sentence and not go off the fucking wall

(cws: dub/noncon)

Stevie....Stevie......sweet Stevie being such a degenerate 🥵🥵 finds some way to embarrass you at all times. touches you on the waist and the hip when he's brushing by you. giving you wet, open-mouthed kisses that you struggle to get away from when you're not even dating, just "friends" if you can even call it that, because he wants people to see and start teasing you for liking Steve because you obviously do. sometimes he holds your head there by your hair just because he knows you've never french kissed and he wants to stick his tongue in there to fluster you in front of everyone. wants people to start calling you his baby because he's so grossly affectionate with you, no matter how much you insist you don't want it. "you're just being a little attention-seeker, aren't you?" he huffs into your ear when he's got you cornered in the bathroom or out by his car, teasing you with touches that are too strong for you to shove away and moving up so close that he's pinning you between him and whatever he's got you up against, making sure you feel how hard he is in his jeans and reminding you that you're the reason he's so horny and you should just give in and take care of it for him. sometimes he doesn't even let you go until he's practically humping you in that position, and getting so rough that he's left with a big, wet spot in his jeans and bruises start forming under your clothes. and the thought of Steve passing by you in the hallway or something and seeing that little skirt you're wearing ride up, so he can see your panties--and just grabbing that thin little slice of fabric that covers your cunt and pulling hard, so hard you squeal in shock and start writhing to get away, to try and kick him off but to no avail. he just snaps the cottony fabric back and soaks in that whimpered little moan you let fly, as you grab the hem of your skirt and yank it down with tears filling those sweet eyes. Steve's so humiliating and such a bully, but he loves you so much. can't live without you. but he can't live without making your life hell, either.

#steve harrington #perv!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #spicy writing #ellie writes #anons

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tellthatbrokebitch · 1 year

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next part of the stick season au, this town's the same as you left it

Hawkins isn’t hell, it’s purgatory, and they’re all stuck here. Just a bunch of sad, small-minded people living their sad, small-minded lives in a sad, small town. Will never wanted to be one of them. He wanted to do better, be better. And for a while, he thought he was.

But now he’s back, and he wants to leave again, wants it so desperately he can taste iron in the back of his throat from the words he bites back. He wants to leave. He wants to go back to college. He wants to get fucking drunk, and he wants to get fucking high, and he wants to get fucking fucked - he’s had a taste of that freedom he always dreamed of… that they’d always dreamed of. He loved it. He craved it.

But he loves his mom more. A month on from the accident (two weeks on from when Will came back, tired from the long drive and tired from two weeks in rehab and tired from the last year of his life) she was doing better, but only just. The blow to the head, when the second car hit and sent hers careening sideways and into the tree, jerking her body to the side and cracking her head against the window, had left her with a grade four concussion. She’d been unconscious when one of the other drivers had checked in with her after stumbling from his own car, had still been unconscious when the paramedics arrived, and when she’d woken up in the ambulance, she’d been dazed and confused, mostly unresponsive.

She was still confused most of the time, though she had gotten better just in the couple weeks Will’s been back. It had taken her a long moment to recognize him, when he’d first stepped foot in her room at the hospital, and the long seconds of a kind but ultimately blank look in her eyes before it gradually warmed and her face lit up with joy had made him feel sick. He’d gone to her, let her pull him down into a careful hug with her good arm, let her slowly and haltingly fret over the way his clothes hung off his too-thin frame and the deep bags under his eyes. But the entire time he’d wanted to throw up, wanted to cry and scream and wail, because she shouldn’t look like this. She shouldn’t be covered in old bruises and swathes of white bandages, shouldn’t be wearing a hospital gown that made her look so small and frail and small. She’s his mom - she’s always been so strong, always taken such good care of him and Jonathan. She’s always been a force to be reckoned with, and even with her tiny frame, she’s always been the last line of defense between Will and his bullies, Will and Lonnie, Will and the world.

And now, it’s time for him to return the favor.

When the doctor finally gives the go ahead, Will takes her home. Hopper and Karen help get them settled in, filling Will in on what he’d missed and just generally hovering until he’d sent them away. He looked after Joyce, changing her bandages and helping her to the bathroom and cooking foods on her approved list and driving her to appointments and refusing home care. The only person he accepts help from is Steve Harrington.

And hadn’t that been a shock, getting lost in the hospital that first day and running into the man. They’d never really interacted all that much, even after Steve and Dustin became close, even after Max started requesting (demanding) rides to and from the old arcade, until Steve finally left for school and Mike bought his Honda. To this day he’s still not certain exactly how Steve had become integrated into their little circle, though Dustin loved to tell the story - it just never made much sense, especially because Dustin tended to be drunk whenever the urge to recount the tale struck. One day, Steve had just been his best friend’s sister’s boyfriend, and then the next, he was just the older teen who drove them around and sometimes bought them all ice cream or hosted D&D campaigns in his and Robin’s tiny shared apartment when Mike’s basement wasn’t available.

So he’d never really had a conversation with Steve, at least one that wasn’t buffeted by half a dozen others. Which made it all the more surreal when Will went from exchanging cautious pleasantries one minute and completely breaking down the next, pouring out his entire fucking sob story as he literally sobbed through it. At the first sign of tears, Steve had herded him into an empty room and then just stood there, letting Will bawl loudly into his shoulder and smear his yellow scrub top with tears and snot.

He’d listened, and he’d held Will through it, and he’d stayed silent beyond a few whispered reassurances. Once Will had finally calmed down and backed away, feeling the beginnings of shame curling in his stomach, he’d tried to stammer out an apology. But Steve had just clasped his shoulders and looked him in the eye, and after Will’s voice trailed off into nothing, he’d asked if Will liked waffles.

will backstory??????

#tellthatbrookebitch #stranger things #wip wednesday #byler #byler fic #even tho mike isn't technically in this snippet #i just love my will and steve interactions i guess

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penny gets a summer job at starcourt mall. this doesn’t stop her from relentlessly mocking steve for doing the same. it’s different though. she’s working at a cool clothing store, where she gets discounts and the first look at the newest, cutest trends. he’s scooping ice cream cones and probably going home sticky. his job’s gross. hers is cool. she feels completely validated in the teasing. it becomes like her second job. she spends her breaks in the food court anyway, already there to grab some fries. she may as well have a little extra fun while she’s there.

it helps that the ice cream at scoops ahoy is actually really good. the first couple of times she went in, she ordered the most complicated looking thing she could just to put steve to work. it was delicious. but her wallet demanded she stick to cheaper cones if she didn’t want to blow her entire paycheck there. steve has never been worth that.

but that’s fine. she likes the cherries jubilee cones just as much if not more than the big fancy sundaes. the girl who works there suggested it one day when penny went in to bully steve and got robin instead. it’s her go-to now. she saves the sundaes for when steve looks especially stressed and she wants to make it worse.

she thinks that’s what she’ll order tonight. she got paid that morning and had a couple extra dollars to spare. it’s later than she usually shows up. her break came and went and she spent it with another girl she works with, eating with her instead. the mall is emptying as she makes her way from contempo casuals to scoops. some stores have closed already, the rest will be soon. she knows scoops is open about thirty minutes later than her own work place is, so she’s cutting it close, but she makes it in time.

it’s open but empty when she gets close enough to see inside. rather, almost empty. she can see steve cleaning up behind the counter and it makes her grin. he was about to have to re-do all that hard work. maybe she’d order two and hope the second didn’t melt by the time she got it to her dad. right before she steps inside, someone gets there ahead of her. they don’t even seem to notice her. they’re stomping, on a mission.

“excuse me, young man!” it’s an older woman, around her dad’s age if she had to guess. she has a scoops ahoy cup in her hand - or does, until she slams it on the counter. her tone makes penny freeze. she’s less eager to go in now. she lingers just outside the entrance, not out of sight, but no one seems to notice her. steve’s too distracted by the woman screaming in his face. penny can’t catch every word, especially from steve who is considerably more soft spoken than the lady is, but she gets the gist. the woman’s unhappy with her order even though she drank the entire thing and ordered it over an hour ago. she’s demanding a refund. it makes penny roll her eyes. even she doesn’t yell at people like this, who are just trying to do their job. she’s a bitch, but she’s not a monster.

penny only goes in once she’s gone. storming out with no refund. steve does not look happy to see her. she smiles at him.

“we’re closing. what do you want?” yikes. even on his worst days, he still gives her the standard required greeting and tries to fake it. he takes his hat off and runs his fingers through his hair and she can’t even bring herself to gasp and call him on going against dress code.

she leans against the counter and tries to peer behind him to see if robin is in the back room. she can’t see her. she thinks she would have come out by now if she was still there. “i was in line. not my fault it got held up.” she was in line… just outside the store. it counts.

steve sighs and aligns himself in front of the register. “what do you want? banana boat?” damn him for knowing her plan.

“well actually, i came here to fight. but it looks like you’ve had a shit enough day. it kinda feels like i’d be kicking a puppy. so i’ll just take the ice cream, i suppose.”

he gives her a look and she can’t tell if it’s relieved or amused. maybe both. mixed with annoyance still, which is fair enough. he knows what to expect from her little visits. maybe a hint of embarrassment too, knowing she witnessed that. but she can’t tell for sure.

whatever look it is, she returns it with a smile. “no banana boat though. cherries jubilee, please. two scoops. waffle cone.”

she suddenly wasn’t craving a sundae anymore for some reason.

the rest of the exchange happens in silence. she slides two dollar bills across the counter at him. he drops her change into her palm before making her cone. she waits until he passes it to her and has his attention again before she drops the coins into the tip jar. “that’s for robin.” she wiggles her fingers at him in a wave before turning with a flick of her hair. “thanks, king steve!”

#∘⡊ ☾・ﾟ writing #∘⡊ ☾・ﾟ penny x steve — ↳ writing #∘⡊ ☾・ﾟ penelope burhan — ↳ writing #∘⡊ ☾・ﾟ doll heart

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Six Nations Rugby: Scotland stunning win over England at Twickenham

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Six Nations Rugby: Scotland stunning win over England at Twickenham

Six Nations Rugby Scotland got their campaign off to a stunning start with a third successive win over England in a superb match at Twickenham.

Duhan van der Merwe, having already scored a spectacular solo try in the first half, finished off a multi-phase team move in the 75th minute to take home a deserved 29-23 victory. The challenge for the Scots, as it was last year, is following up that success with victory over Wales in their next game.

They have not won their first two matches since 1996, when the tournament was the Five Nations, but this time they face Wales at Murrayfield rather than in Cardiff.

Six Nations Scotland back up stunning win over England?

France amplify their winning run – simply, Ireland damage Warren Gatland’s return and Scotland entire the Calcutta Cup hat-trick against their oldest rivals England. The opening weekend of the 2023 Six Nations had the whole lot from stunning solo tries to exciting comebacks.

So what are the key speaking points from the opening spherical of the opposition?

Scotland are one of a kind this yr, I assume they may win” said former Wales captain Sam Warburton at the BBC’s Rugby Union Daily. “They do not get bullied any greater. They could be so disillusioned if they do not win three video games this championship but they have to be aiming for four.

John Barclay, former Scotland captain, delivered: “I am now not saying they may win the championship however this organization has beneath-introduced and to go two from two might be a big step within the right course.

There’s a developing maturity and all of the speak popping out of the camp is they have to win once more subsequent weekend.

England show signs of recovery but lots to work

England were booed off at Six Nations Twickenham when they have been quite simply crushed through international champions South Africa in Eddie Jones’ very last game in price in November.

But new head educate Steve Borthwick’s side confirmed sufficient suggestions of higher matters to return no matter the defeat. Max Malins inspired with his first international attempts while Ellis Genge carried, rucked and scrummaged tirelessly before powering over for England’s third.

They perhaps lacked the clinical edge of Van der Merwe, with Finn Russell pulling the strings from midfield, and could want to enhance their defence after conceding 4 tries.

There’s plenty to paintings on, with possibly the biggest dilemma for Borthwick being whether or not to stick with gambling both Marcus Smith and Owen Farrell, or to just play one of the two and bring in a ball-sporting centre.

“I do not assume they’re the purpose England misplaced,” stated former England wing Ugo Monye. “The internet capacity and the increase when they get related is astronomical, so I’m seeking to study it in a fantastic experience.

“Fundamentally they observe the sport and play it otherwise, however how can they get that experience of concord to deliver out the best in each person else?

“It is a conundrum. They are two global-elegance players and you are no longer seeing them fulfil their capability.”

Dynamic Italy to bring their attacking game to Twickenham

Italy may additionally have won the undesirable Wooden Spoon – given to the side that finishes bottom in the match Six Nations- within the remaining seven years, but their new attacking ambition has to be admired.

Sometimes it’s miles to their detriment, as they attempted to transport the ball huge from deep interior their own 22 in opposition to France and often spilled it forward as they tried to dump.

But their style brought about a primary win over Australia remaining autumn and in returned Ange Capuozzo they’ve a finisher to in shape their endeavour.

Expect flair rugby at Twickenham on Sunday with both sides trying to illustrate their dynamism in assault.

“Italy will fancy their possibilities wherever they cross,” said Monye. “They play with such freedom and have a bounce from 2022. This is a huge step within the proper path.

More News :: Welsh rugby in turmoil as Scotland await

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Steve being a mean girl

A snippet of what I'm working on for my next coming part of 'Bark At the Moon' though if you don't want to read it that's fine you can read this scene all by itself :) It isn't in the fic yet but will be when I'm done writing

Link to Bark At The Moon

TW; The word queer is being used in a derogatory way and is only used once and is in the first paragraph under the keep reading line.

Tonight was like any other night. Steve sitting up on the front counter, feet up reading something while he waited for his shift to be over. Robin had finished stock hours ago and was sitting far as possible from Steve. But still near him. She was doing some crossword puzzle, her hair freshly cut into a bob as they both stay in silence. Neither of them hops up when they hear the familiar bell ring.

Steve simply glances up over what he was reading. Seeing that it was some group of bitchy girls. All of them were younger than him and he can't help but roll his eyes at the way they were acting. Silently reminding himself that they were in fact still children. Looking down at his paper he doesn't pay any more attention to them until he hears them mumbling things. His senses were heightened and he could hear everything they were saying.

"Can't believe they let freaks work here." One of them whispers to another. Steve assumes they were talking about him, he's heard far worst and didn't really care. The girls were trying to keep their words silent and hushed except for one. There was always one.

"Poor guy has to sit next to a queer all night. Honestly, they should pay him more for compensation." The girl's voice is obnoxious and Steve can hear Robin's fidgeting become far worst. Her face is red and Steve was getting pissed. His wolf was fully prepared to literally eat the brunette with horrible eyeshadow on. He could also feel the anxiety raising from Robin whose hands were starting to shake around the crossword she was working on. Not really looking down at it anymore, her eyes may be but her mind wasn't.

Steve moves sitting up as he acts casual. Humming as he acts like he didn't hear the girls. Moving and scouting them for a second, eyes flickering back to Robin who was trying to sneakily look up from where she sat to see what he was doing. Her eyes were watery and that was all he needed to commit to what he was doing.

He watches the girls go to a blind spot, an area that the managers have been trying to get a camera on for a while. But no one was trying to steal stuffed animals. As it was far too easy to get caught. Steve gasps loudly, causing all of the girls to turn around to look at him with confusion. He knocks all of the teddy bears down on the ground on purpose. Watching them all jump back.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you girls were trying to steal." He gasps. "And all for a teddy bear? God, I'm going to have to call the cops. Hey Robin, how fast do you think the cops can get here for shoplifting!" Steve yells loudly. Staring at all of the girls that have gone a bit pale. The one that had decided to open her mouth earlier was moving to open it again. But before she can he's gasping as he picks up one of the makeup pallets that was set on the shelf next to the teddy bear. All were outdated and from February, but the store was still determined to sell them.

"Oh honey, no wonder you're trying to steal this terrible makeup pallet as well. It's okay, not all of us have good taste when it comes to doing makeup. I have a friend, her name is Carol. I can give you her number if you want to learn how to mask being a bigoted piece of shit better." He says with a pout of his lip. "Or did I just use a big word for you babe?" He's being dramatic in the way he talks. Cocking his hip out with purpose as a grin works its way to his face.

Most of the girls were starting to cry, and the ring leader's face was red from what was most likely embarrassment. It's been a while since he's had to be a mean girl but damn did it feel good. He was doing it partially for himself, but mostly for Robin who didn't deserve the shit they were trying to give her. He knew that she might not like what he was doing, but he knew if he didn't do something then the silence of saying nothing was going to do more harm than embarrassing her. He runs a hand through his hair as he sets the makeup back down on the shelf as he hums.

"So, this is how it's going to go. Either you A, cooperate and give me the stolen merchandise and give me and Buckley your names and ID's so you can be permanently banned from the store, or B, you don't cooperate and we call the cops. And trust me, I don't think Chief Hopper will be too pleased waking up just to deal with your sorry asses. If you guys haven't heard, I kind of went missing and now I have the chief's personal phone number on speed dial." he says with a cocky grin.

Sure, he was lying. He didn't have Hopper's personal phone number but it was so worth lying over if it meant scaring the shit out of these girls. All of them look at each other before looking defeated and following Steve up to the front. Who makes sure to move and lock the front doors so they didn't try to book it. He moves pulling out his phone as he sees that Robin was no longer sitting at the front counter. Which was understandable as he begins to ruin these girls' nights just like they had his coworkers.

#Steve is sticking up against bullying for the first time #and homophobia more specifically #he is ready to beat someone up but they culprits are children #so he decides to speak their language #from my fic bark at the moon #snippet of my work #stobin works at 7/11 #Robin Buckley #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #Robin can normally handle herself in this fic but this is understandably one that she freezes up on

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littlelostbirdy · 2 years

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Okay the rest of Ep 1 thoughts go

Chapters as episode titles, nice.

Power outages????? Like the flickering lights?? I love when they use radios in the background of scenes to tell us things in movies and shows

Nice set design, messy lived-in house - feels real

Oh come on!! Not the soap directly on the skin, being pretty does not give you a pass, Sir

Smoke and drink first thing when you woke up?? My dude

At least hygiene is in the morning routine - gods the bare minimum and it's still good to see

Oooooh well kempt even if he looks depressed, nice

Winona Ryder! Oh I forgot how nice her voice is

Jonathan's kinda cute

She squeezes mid-air!!! That's adorable !!! Automatic reach and grab!!! Awwww

Wait! They don't know he's missing!?!?!?!

No one noticed last night!!!??!!??

Oi don't be hard on Jonathan, he's making breakfast!! And trying to help!

Syrup on his eggs????!

Gods I wish I could ride a bike

Oh great a bully

"Freak show" how original...gods why are they humouring these bullies - just walk away!!!! See someone you dread walking up to you, turn around! Leave! Bullies do not deserve your time of day

Nancy is so proper oof that's so cute

Note in the locker really?? I never understood how people got them in there

Oh gross snogging

Steve is also kind of cute. Are all the people in this show either adorable babies, cuties or pretty??

Is the chief drunk?? Already?? The subtitles say slurring??

Mornings are for coffee and contemplation huh? And you're the chief?

Oh thank god Joyce is already there, I don't like that Hopper was ready to brush Flo off there, not one bit

Oooh I was going to judge him for asking "is he?" Like it mattered but I get it now. The unconcerned to concerned look changed real fast there!

Huh, he recognises the kid could be in actual danger and immediately his posture changes

I feel like Joyce and Hop have a history here??? Am I missing something?

Oh they look like government people

Hazmat suits???

Guns?????

Another elevator seriously? What is it with people ignoring basic emergency protocol??

Dust particles are always a nice cinematic element but I feel like there's more to them in this than just aesthetic?????

Oh gross what is that small squelchy thing on the wall?!

Oh! Oh! There's a big one! That's even grosser!!!!!

Girl? What girl?? Did I miss a girl?

Oh!!!! Okay that girl!

Don't go in strangers houses kid??

She's all dirty bless

Oh no he saw her!!!!

Don't yell!!! Seriously! Don't yell at kids, I don't care if they're stealing look how small she is!! Use your damn eyes!!!!

Nerds, over a radio that's adorable

Oh no letting the kids know was a mistake, Chief, of course they're going to go look

I know they look intimidated by Hopper but the way they're all nodding and agreeing like they're not going to immediately disregard what he's saying is cracking me up

A stick fort named "castle Byers" that's so cute

Oh Joyce is tiny

Wait Will??? Is this a flashback???

Yes flashback okay

Alright screaming isn't going to help very much

God I want a burger now

Benny is nice??

Ooh!! Oh gods, that heartbreak in his face as soon as he realises the number is her name - he's not stupid, or mean which is nice - you still shouldn't use food against kids, especially not one who looks as hungry as she is, but I get that he's in a weird situation.

Oh!!! Powers!!!!

Are other Wills missing??? Why yell "Will Byers"??? Specifically? Or is this cop taking the mick? I can't tell I'm not good with tone.

Oh the bike!!! Yes!!! They found the bike! A sign of struggle!!!!

Hops right about the bike, he wouldn't have just left it, kids love their bikes from what I know

Creepy telephone listeners???

Oh wow Joyce's stressed - like valid, but your other kid is there too, babes

Speaking of, how is Jonathan so calm???

Oh no - don't pull up as a group of cops with the bike like that they're going to think you found a body

Oh!! Hopper is smart!!! Immediately analysing the house!!

Yes!! The shed!!! Yes!!

Look at Hopper putting pieces together!!!

Fuck that other cop, those two other cops are dummies

Awwww Mike is worried

Ooff family drama

"We care" ??? Dude?? You've barely said anything so far and I can tell you barely notice your surroundings let alone your kids friends!!!

"What did I do?" Nothing!!!! That's the point!!!

Search party! Good! Being a bit loud but mostly good!!

Oh fuck Hopper's kid died??????????

Radios!!!

Mike correcting Lucas on radio etiquette is adorable

Ohoho they're going to break the rules I know it

Hahahaha there they go

Steve? Oh!! Is he sneaking in??

Oh smooth and stupid huh…

Nancy's cute

Oh jeez they're both cute

Aww she didn't understand what a smile was and Benny showed her!!!

Oh no, gods the way she panics at the door knocking, that's really sad and worrying.

Oh Jesus, okay rightful panic!! She shot him!!!!!!

Go kid go, get out of there!!!!!

Oh Dustin is right, this is going to be a running theme right? Dustin being right and the others dismissing him?

Toto? Really!!??!?!

Oh he goes back to the flashcards!!! He's not a complete dick, why was I expecting him to be a dick?? I expected him to push or pressure her a least a little bit but he respected a mostly unsaid boundary - gods why am I surprised by the bare minimum

Oh no, Jonathans guilt!!

Gods that's so sad, oh gods he blames himself oh jeez

Oh Jonathan and his mom's heartbreak hurts man

Phone???

Will!?!!?

Oh that's kinda creepy

They're right to freak out, that's distressing gods

Aww Dustin with the comic, that hurts my heart dude

It's throwing it down

Dustin is being logical!!! Don't be mean!!!

Are they going to get taken too?? Don't go into the woods at night!

Oh gods something's going to jump out I know it

Oh!! Eleven!!!

It just ends there?!!!

#Stanger Things #Bird watches Stranger Things for the first time #Ep 1

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Masterlist of the masterlist - Marvel

I HAVE WRITTEN NONE OF THESE FANFICS, CREDITS TO THE WRITERS!

This is a masterlist of my reblogs :)

AVENGERS

Fluff -

Being a teenage Avengers who’s bubbly and cheerful, and picking up Thor’s hammer one day

Angst -

Finding hope (Y/N has been having a hard time coping. TW - triggers for self harm, mentions of suicide and depression)

Feeling okay? (fav. Avengers cast. TW - low blood pressure and fainting)

PETER PARKER

Fluff -

Wheezy (Peter is the only one who can tease you about your asthma)

Paranoid (your Criminal Minds obsession gets you paranoid about crime in your neighborhood)

Isn't he lovely (Peter and his s/o go into labor and meet their firstborn)

Excuse me (fav. Peter gets his molar taken out and is high on anaesthesia, and all he wants is to touch Y/N her boobs)

Gummy bears (you’re on your period. And your boyfreind, Peter is cute but he can be dumb sometimes. TW - mentions of sex and language)

Pretty (Peter sees you shirtless for the first time. TW - boobies, making out, mentions of sex and May being a cockblock)

Hand on boob (”why is your hand on my boob”)

Sticky boy (Peter stickers to you at the worst moment possible. TW - suggestive themes, mature language, making out and boobies)

Paradise (there’s a beautiful girl talking to the plants around the bakc of the compound. Peter doesn’t know much about love, but he thinks he’s well on his way towards it)

The spectrum (autistic!reader. You join the Avengers and get off on the wrong foot)

She’s just tired (aunt May finds the reader asleep on Peters chest)

Your mess (Peter is drunk and horney, and you have to take care of him. TW - talks of sex, smutty scenes, underage drinking, kisses get heated and Peter almost mentally scars Tony)

Waterproof (Peter sees a joke tiktok about boobs being able to come off, and you try to see how far the joke can go)

Cool kids (fav. You walk in on some domestic bliss between Peter and your little brother)

Huh!? (Peter finds something he wish he didn’t in your backpack)

Spiderman band-aid (Peter wants a nap. You want a kiss. Things get out of hand and you end up sitting in your bathroom with a Spiderman band-aid taped to your lip)

Sleepover (fav. You stay the night at Peter’s house for the first time since you both started dating. May isn’t home and Peter is nervouw. TW - boobies and peter being cute and horny)

Angst -

Dummy (fav. Peter is the only one of the Avengers who doesn’t tease you for being a little slow)

Breathe (the reader grew up with the Avengers, she doesn’t know how to talk to them about somet things. TW - panic attacks)

See, peter! I’m fine! (the reader has been feeling sick and ends up fainting. TW - vomiting and fainting)

Cuddle (Peter has been bottling up his emotions for a while and has a breakdown)

Smut -

Shower (Peter takes to long in the shower and you are getting late for school. So, you come up with a solution which causes a problem for Peter. TW - light smut, flustered!Peter and nuditiy)

Lay me down (fav. soft smut)

Cupcakes (Peter gets easily flustered and you love teasing him)

BUCKY BARNES

Fluff -

Warm (you accidentally took a freezing shower, how convenient is it that your boyfriend is a super soldier with a hot body)

Doubts (the reader doesn’t tell Bucky about her cybernetic leg because she doubts he won’t want to date her anymore. TW - implied smut)

Nutella (late at night, you turn on the kitchen light to find a stranger bleeding on our floor and eating your Nutella)

Fatigue (Y/N isn’t feeling well and still goes out to train. That wasn’t a good idea)

Drugged (just cuddly Bucky)

Shark week (Bucky gets a crueal awakening to womanhood. TW - mentions of periods)

Acne (TW - self love issues, insecure reader, soft!Bucky and implied smut at the end)

Shining armor (Bucky saves you from attempted assault. TW - language, attempted assault, Bucky saves the day)

You’re a ladies man (Bucky said he didn’t like cats, but was that the truth? TW - language)

Safe in your arms (against a drinking game with Thor, you inevitably lose and find yourself on Bucky’s floor)

Night time wanderer (for months you’ve had struggled sleeping, and one night Bucky can’t help but intervene)

Insecurities (Bucky x chubby reader. TW - swear words, insecurities about weight and fluffy Bucky)

Two of a kind (fav. Bucky becomes enticed by a ballerina who he’s more alike than he may think)

Not admirable (fav. Baby sitting your neightbour’s kid and meeting Bucky in the smithsonian)

You were a no show (you and Bucky have liked each other for quite some time, and when he finally has the guts to ask you out, he stands you up at the last minute bevasue he gets scared. TW - self doub/hate but fluffy ending)

Elements and emotions (Bucky rescues you from a hostage situation, only to find you have the ability to control elements by your emotionsleaving him wanting to know more about you)

Life saver (fav. Bucky saves you from embarrassment by making sure no one sees your period stain)

Inseparable, literally (Peters new webbing is highly effective. Something you learn the hard way as you’re forced to be stuck with Bucky for anentire day with no way out)

There’s always another dance (you and Bucky are supposed to go dancing together, but you get really sick and Bucky looks after you. TW - vomiting, nothing to graphic)

Thunderstorms (it turns out your ex-assassin boyfriend is afraid of thunderstorms. You help to comfort him with fluff, cuddleing and singing)

Bath bombs (fav. you introduce Bucky to bath bombs and things take a pleasant turn)

Your protector (fav. You’re a shy person but the best at your job on Stark’s tech team. A certain soldier joins the team and you stick close to him)

Stealing clothes (you are always borrowing Bucky’s clothes. He pretends he doesn’t like it but that blush on his cheeks gives him away)

A spilled secret (You’ve just had your wisdom teeth out and you are still loopy. He wasn’t expecting you to mistake him from someone else) part 2

Exhausted (you and Bucky live across form each other and have a morning ritual of getting coffee together. One day you aren’t at the place you were supposed to and Bucky freaks out)

Bucky takes care of you when you are drunk (TW - mentions of smut)

Blood stain (asking Bucky to do you an uncomfortable favor. TW - awkwardness)

Pretty dresses (Bucky, you, and the way you love your dresses throughout the seasons. TW - soms angst, mentions of death and major fluff)

Flirt (fav. Bucky always flirts with you. Being shy, you misinterpret his intentions)

Loathing (TW - swearing)

Saving her (TW - swearing, violence and protective!Bucky)

Cookies and cuddles (after your period ruins a date, you rush home upset. Bucky goes to comfort you, and make you feel better about yourself. TW - mentions of periods)

Comfortable (you buy some new lingerie as a suprise for Bucky, but he doesn’t react the way you thought he would. TW - alludes to sex)

Saving the day (on your way back home someone starts following you, when your eyes fall on the most impressive and handsome Avengers, you don’t think twice and find yourself a fake boyfriend. TW - mention of stress harassement)

Soft touch (Bucky slowly but surely learns again that physical contact doesn’t have to be painful. TW - some smuttish parts)

Bucky’s little secret (Bucky has a crush on you)

My sweet girl (40s!Bucky. After WWII, James finds you and resues you from the rest of the world. TW - swearing, violence and a mental illness)

Purr love (fav. Bucky meets your cat and discovers that she has no basic knowledge of personal spance)

Fair play (after a rough mission, you and the team go to Coney Island. Still injured, you can’t go on the rollercoaster with the others so Bucky descides to keep you company)

Shopping misadventures (you go out for shopping and find yourself being harased by a group of guys. Thankfully enough, your knigh in shining armor is never far away. TW - harassment, catcalling and protective!Bucky)

Magic touch (when Bucky’s arm becomes too heavy to carry, he finds help where he didn’t expect it)

That’s my girl! (The team knows you as Bucky’s quiet girlfriend, however that all changes when Sam challenges you to spar. TW - swearing and fighting)

Cotton clouds (plus!size reader gets insecure. TW - body shaming, insecurities, bullying, asshole agents, protective!Bucky and Steve, language, broken noses)

Dating Bucky would include

Wisdom (Bucky goes with you to the dentist when you get your wisdom teeth pulled out)

Bucky dating a short and petite reader would include

Angst -

Envious (a fire forms in Bucky when a recurring nightmare sends him over the edge. TW - major angst, swearing and an angry Bucky)

Please don’t leave me (a one night stand occurs and you get hurt badly during a mission. Maybe it was a bit more than just a one night stand? TW - mentions of sex and wee bit of angst)

Camera view (while triggered into winter soldier mode, Bucky nearly kills the reader. TW - swearing, near death and strangulation)

Within the smoke (firefighter!bucky. After rescuing a girl form a terrible fire, she insists on rescuing her cat from among the flames. Bucky cannot resist her tear-filled eyes)

Not him (training with Bucky, but one day something doesn’t quite go to plan. TW - some swearing)

Memories (Bucky is triggered into winter soldier mode. TW - violence)

You got me (when Bucky comes back after the Blip, it takes you by surpirse. TW - mention of death)

A battle between mentality (you’re struggling iwth PTSD after the events of endgame and Bucky is there to help comfort you. TW - endgame spoilers and mentions of PTSD)

Unsavory situations (Bucky comes home to find reader having a panic attack. TW - panic attack)

Fireworks (Bucky doesn’t do crowds. He certainly doesn’t do fireworks. But he’d follow you just about anywhere. TW - PTSD symptoms, panic attack and a very sweet Bucky)

The safest place in NYC (a stranger comes to your rescua when you find yourself held at knifepoint, alone in an alleyway, by a man demanding your money. TW - mugging, some pshysical violence and Bucky being a badass but also soft)

Soldat (when a HYDRA agent finds a way to hack into FRIDAY’s system to trigger Bucky into the witner soldier, he nearly kills you. TW - wintersoldier!Bucky, self hate, physical fight and lots of comfort)

Obsession (targeted after your complicated relationship with Bucky ends up on every news channel in the city, your stalker takes things into his own hands to ensure that you belong to him. TW - stalking, kidnapping, mild torture/violence and people being assholes to Bucky)

Just focus on me, okay? (TW - drowning and CPR)

Instinct (reader gets badly hurt by HYDRA) part 2

Panic (reader has a panic attack, Bucky is cute)

Trigger (Bucky beats himself up after attacking you when he was triggerd during a mission. Angst w/ fluffy ending)

Wrong side of the bed (fav. Bucky is in a bad mood and snaps at the reader. TW - language, Bucky snaps under pressure)

Comfort (Bucky helps you remember what it’s like to feel again. TW - trauma and mentions of blood and gore)

Cold (the reader falls into really cold water durigna mission, and later at the Avengers tower she gets so sick she faints, but Bucky is there to take care of her)

You’ll get there (Bucky is Y/N’s safe place)

Smut -

Paperwork (after a long mission comees lots of paperwork, what else comes with it? TW - smut, dirty talk, rough sex and fingering)

I’ll always be with you, my love (Y/N and Bucky have both been taking by HYRDA but now you are save with the Avengers. TW - mentions of torture, angst and smut)

The bad days (you and Bucky weren’t supposed to be together, not acording to the cruel voice in the back of your mind. TW - angst, smut, body image insecurities and soft!Bucky)

Cold, cold water (fav. While on a stakeout in the heart of Russia, Bucky learns that touch can bring something more than pain and he will willingly give himself over to the ice if it means keeping you alive. TW - some violence, near drowning, hypothermia)

Dominantion (sub!Bucky x dom!reader. TW - vibrators)

A twice broken man (knowing what will happen if Hydra ever captures him again, Bucky asks the impossible of you. TW - smut, canon level violence, mentions of torture, PTSD symptomes, suicidal thoughts and trauma recovery)

On the inside (Y/N has gained some weight and is afraid that Bucky might not find her attractive anymore, but he does and doesn’t mind showing her. TW - self esteem issues, language, Bucky worshipping your body, immplied smut and semi smut)

Grind on me lke you grinded that pillow (TW - swearing, no penetration, horny!Bucky, half-nakedness, dirty talk and kink af)

Help (TW - swearing, dry humping, sexual themes)

Woods of chaos (TW - panic attack, NSFW gif)

On your knees, little girl - masterlist (TW - daddy kink, ageplay)

Alarm clock

Boxer!Bucky

STEVE ROGERS

Fluff -

Always be my baby (dad!steve. The baby is milk drunk and Steve is in love)

Don’t underestimate a woman, Barnes (TW - some language)

Mission (Steve and Y/N like eachother but won’t tell that they love eachother. Bucky gets fed up about this and sets up a plan to get them together)

Accidents happen (plus size!reader)

Just breathe (you get an asthma attack. TW - asthma attack and swearing)

Disoriented (reader has a seizure and is comforted. TW - seizure/epilepsy)

Angst -

Accidental confession (Y/N gets shot on a mission and passes out from blood loss. TW - bullets, blood loss and near death experience)

Smut -

Nice & tight (Mobster!Steve x virgin!reader. TW - smut and age gap)

BUCKY BARNES + STEVE ROGERS + READER

Fluff -

Shaken up (Bucky and Steve find the reader passed out. TW - passing out and physical illnes)

As long as I have you (Bucky has an nightmare and accidentally attacks the reader so Steve stops him. TW - physical violence, brainwashing, nightmare and mentions of sex)

Angst -

Lavender blue (Bucky still suffers from his nightmares, and tonight was the worst one yet. TW - nightmares, mentions of abandomment, fluff ending)

Breathe in deep (Y/N gets an asthma attack. TW - severe asthma attack and slight panic attack)

I forgive you (reader gets seriously hurt during the cival war battle)

Alive (reader has a traumatic nightmare)

You touch them again and I’ll kill you! (Protective Bucky. TW - physical abuse, near-death experience)

Don’t let me drown (Steve and Bucky both fear the cold but the reader almost drowns (TW - drowning, PTSD and physical violence)

Blame (Bucky is triggerd into being the winter soldier and hurts the reader)

Not so safe haven (someone breaks into Stark tower and uses the reader as a hostage. TW - gun violence, hostage, threatening with a weapon and physical violence)

On the ropes (reader is on the train infiltration with the hwoling commandos and almost falls off. TW - gun violence)

Nothing (reader has an eating disorder and nobody realises until it effects her mid-mission. TW - anorexia nervose, passing out, collapsing, mentions of physical violence and mild arguing)

The 4 times they didn’t notice and the one time they did (the team tease the reader about her height but it becomes too much. TW - mentions of violence, mentions of terrorism, unconsciousness, teasing comments about short heigt and mild bullying about height)

Unseen (reader gets hit mid-mission but nobody realises until after it’s over. TW - physical violence, blood, bullet wound and unconsciousness)

Fucked up (fav. Tony yells at the reader, triggering her PTSD of an abusive past. TW - arguing, mentions of abusive past, physical violence, PTSD and panic attack)

Capable (the reader has a huge fight with Bucky and Steve and they say something they instantly regret. TW - verbal argument with partners, insult, mentions of blood and fighting and mentions of suicide)

Breathing is overrated anyway (fav. Whoever knew that stress could be so dangerous. TW - small injuries)

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Smut -

Interesting dream (when he catches you dreaming about him, Loki gives you something to remember. TW - multipe orgasms, sex dream)

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Fluff -

Heartbreak central (Kinda mum!Natasha. After having your heart broken for the first timme, Natasha recruits the team to lift your spirits)

PIETRO MAXIMOFF

Angst -

Can’t help falling (fav. the reader gets frequent dizzy spells and she falls over only to find herself in Pietro’s arms)

Hanging on (while fighting on top of the Avengers tower you get pushed off the top)

TONY STARK

Fluff -

Beautiful (you want a tummy tuck behind Tony’s back but you don’t have enough money so you use Tony’s card not knowing that he can see what you’re buying)

BRUCE BANNER

Fluff -

“You need to see a doctor”

Smut -

You don’t scare me (Bruce is scared that he will hurt you)

#marvel masterlist #peter parker masterlist #bucky barnes masterlist #steve rogers masterlist #natasha romanoff masterlist

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L.o.v.e.l.e.s.s. generation

Request: Amazing!! Can i ask for a billy hargrove imagine where he and the reader are together and at a party. They separate for like an hour so he goes with his friends for a while and shes with hers and she gets roofied. Steve and nancy try to help her and then call billy and hes a mess trying to get her to throw up and hes just blabbering and crying and mad af. So much angst and then fluff and yeah.

@peakascum i’m so sorry for taking so looooong.

words: 7.4 k

Summary: Billy has a bad feeling about a party at Tina’s and you don’t trust your gut feeling because of a kiss, Nancy can kick some ass and both, you and Billy, are the kind of people who cry in the shower.

Warnings: *trigger warning* We have dark shit here, like pls people if any of your friends get too drunk or you think someone has put something in their drink GO TO THE HOSPITAL. Don’t follow the characters behaviour down below.

billy hargrove masterlist

"There’s a party at Tina’s tonight”, you muttered after disconnecting your lips from Billy’s, who had been more than happy on your make-out session in the parking lot of Hawkins High.

You fluttered your eyes to watch your hot, hot, boyfriend who was perfectly placed between your legs while he kissed you softly. You weren’t sure how Billy kept his glowing tan all year long, especially in Hawkins but you loved how it combined with his blue electric eyes that pierced you every time he watched you. You removed some of the blonde locks falling on his forehead and placed another kiss on his full lips.

Sometimes you didn’t know how you managed to snatch him.

He sighed, “I heard, are you sure you want to go?”, he groaned as he tried to chase your lips once more but you stopped him as you jumped from the hood of the blue Camaro.

“When does Billy Hargrove rejects a party?”, you asked while raising your brows. You picked up your bag from the floor and began fixing your skirt and sweater, you had to be ready for the debate team meeting while he rolled his eyes.

You smiled but you turned around as you heard a couple of girls from Billy’s friend group nattering about you from afar as they saw Billy pulling you in once more for another kiss.

See, how could you even start to recount your relationship with Billy Hargrove? it was hard. Not because it was a difficult relationship, but because you two seemed so different from the outside that sometimes people didn’t even believe that you had lasted so long in the first place. Billy and you had been going strong for over eight months now and it felt like you were on cloud nine.

He was mesmerized by you since his first day of school, he wasted no time in asking you for a date -to the disapproval of his new gang and the dismay of most of the girls at the school- you were elated by it but you said that he needed to do a lot more if he wanted you to say yes. It wasn’t that you weren’t oblivious to Billy’s charm but you knew his type and he was definitely not on yours.

Billy didn’t seem more than an aggressive jog and you bore those type of guys, they weren’t stimulating and you had learned to value yourself and your time, more than anything else. So, it took Billy time -with a lot of rejected attempts and multiple pairings on classes- to actually get a yes from you.

And so, you had come to learn that Billy Hargrove was more than he showed and it hit you to the core because you did the same. They were just different acts, both of you were familiar with the fact that people liked to put tags on others, to label them and keep them in a box, they liked making you one dimensional for them to feel comforted in a stupid status quo. And both of you followed swiftly because sometimes is easier to play a role than to be yourself, it’s easier to make people believe you are one thing. Sometimes it was easier to be just a good girl and sometimes it was easier to be just a bully, but you weren’t that and neither was Billy.

Billy Hargrove wore his heart on his sleeve and no one had noticed that, you instead kept it locked in a safe to survive and no one had noticed that.

But Billy noticed your lock and you noticed his sleeve, he understood you and you understood him.

After hours or even whole nights talking to each other, laughing, even crying you finally agreed to go out with him.

“I always want to do whatever you want to do”, he whispered to your lips as he pressed quick pecks. You sighed into his lips; eyes closed in bliss as his lips touched yours. “Pick you at nine?”

You smiled as you heard him and your lips now were chasing his.

…

“See you in an hour or so?”, you asked as you opened the door for Tina’s house, Billy was behind you. Both of you were analyzing the scene in front of you.

There were a lot of people, far more than what you were expecting but it was the last Friday before Thanksgiving break so you kinda got it. Many of the kids that went away for college were coming back to see their families and since Tina’s parties were always a staple of Hawkins High, you knew most of them wouldn’t miss it. So, there it was: an ocean of sweaty and drunk teenagers and young adults having fun and blasting music.

You turned around to see a frown on Billy’s face as he saw the scene while you rolled your eyes. You didn’t really know why he was so opposed to partying when he was always down for any type of rave.

See, although both of you were so similar in many senses, it wasn’t at all the case when you were partying. Billy was the type of guy who liked the attention, he craved it and he found it most of the time in senseless partying. While you, you were the type of girl who liked to be lowkey about your presence at a party, if you had the attention it was from your amazing dancing skills. Otherwise, you liked to spend your parties taking a few shots, dancing, and talking to your friends; nothing more and nothing less. Billy, instead, liked to do his keg stands and playing games, getting a bit more than tipsy.

Most of the time you were together months of your relationship you both had made sacrifices, sometimes Billy wouldn’t do his normal circus act so he could be in a more calm conversation with you, and sometimes you had decided to cheer him when he was doing his keg stands or accomplishing the dares his stupid friends wanted him to do.

And it was fine, except for the fact that you had exploded one Monday a few months ago when you heard the rumors about the past party, especially the rumor about the “Queen of Hawkins” and how everyone was beginning to think that you were nothing more than a pretty thing that Billy wore around his arm, an accessory. You hated it, you hated it so much that you had ended up ranting about it to Billy who had been patient and listened to every single word without saying much.

“I’m fucking captain of the debate team, since when I’m an accessory?”, “I’m running for president of the student council, does it look like I care about being Queen of Hawkins?”, “I’m not clingy or sticking to you all the time, it was just one party!”

And so, you had come up with the party plan. It was really simple: As soon as you got to the party, each one would go and do their thing. Billy would go out and play games while you hang out with Steve and Nancy and Johnathan. If there were any good songs or if you were craving each other presences, you would find each other and would dance for a couple of songs or maybe have a little (long) time out inside any room available where you could moan each other’s name. It had worked on the parties that you had gone to for the last few months and it had been fine, most of the time after you found each other you wouldn’t let go.

Today had to be no different, another party at Tina’s, usual business.

But you knew it wasn’t, Billy turned around to see you with narrowed blue electric eyes, brows bumped together in a scowl and lips pressed together.

“Billy?”

“I’m not really feeling like partying”, he muttered as he sighed and took a hold of your waist and pulled your flesh against his.

Sometimes you were more than sure that Billy’s arms were made perfectly for you, you loved being held by him, and feeling like nothing in the world could hurt you. Being held by his biceps and pressed against him always made your heart skip a bit, you didn’t even think twice as you quickly took a hold of his face and you pressed your lips urgently against his, making you whimper into his lips. It was intoxicating the dance between your lips and tongues, you sometimes even got dizzy after kissing Billy but you were more than happy to get drunk on him rather than on vodka.

But today you wanted to hang out with Nancy, Johnathan, and Steve, you hadn’t been seeing them much since school started again since, well, Billy was a handful.

“I’ll see you later sir”, you whispered as you gave him the last peck and walked away from him with a smile on your lips.

Billy stayed stunned after a few seconds and cursed to himself but he knew that you were in the mood for partying and the least he could do was give you space to be by yourself, to have times with your friends. He didn’t want to admit it but he had taken a lot of your time the past few weeks, he had wanted to take advantage of his father leaving Hawkins for a work trip, so he had spent most of his time buried inside of you or sleeping next to you or laughing with you, etc. And he wanted tonight to be no different, but he also respected you and your wishes. So, although he wasn’t too excited, he managed himself. He quickly threatened his way to get a whole bottle of tequila and went outside where Tommy and Carol were waiting for him already.

“You look stunning!”, Nancy gasped as she saw you, you twirl so they could give a look at your outfit: A tight black leather skirt, military boots, and a cutout band t-shirt from Billy.

Steve and Jonathan cheered for you as you moved your hips and Nancy clapped, while you then twirl her around for her to model her outfit.

“You look stunning all the time!”, you replied as you hugged Nancy.

“That’s indeed true”, Johnathan muttered as he pulled in Nancy for a kiss on her forehead while she wrapped one arm around him, quickly pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Steve rolled his eyes as he got closer to you, “Are we going to dance?”, he whispered in your ear and it made you shiver.

You couldn’t lie that you had a thing for Steve when you were younger than you were less than thrilled when he started dating Nancy but as time passed, your feelings had changed and Steve became just a great friend in your eyes. Although, it didn’t mean that sometimes Billy didn’t get jealous of him and how close you two were. But he had come to accept it, as he should, and Steve also started to deal with Billy by your request since he didn’t really like him after he had dethroned him as King of Hawkins.

“Yes, we are”, you replied and quickly pulled Steve into the living room where everyone else was dancing.

The way you felt the music cruising through your body made you get lost on it, eyes closed and jumping, swaying your hips to the beat, laughing, and smiling all along. Should I stay or Should I go from The Clash was the tenth song you had danced to with Steve and you were sweating from bopping your head to the last bit, throat a little bit sore from screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss on the top of your head. “I forgot how good it was to dance with you, Y/L/N”, you nodded without much breath but you turned around to see one of the boys from Billy’s group watching you with malice. The narrowed eyes and puckered lips weren’t anything new for you, especially from his “friends” or followers, but you knew how much they would like to initiate any rumor that could create any drama in Hawkins since they didn’t have anything more exciting to do.

“I’m going to get something to drink”, you muttered as you glared at the loser who had been watching Steve and you, but soon he turned to the patio, where you imagined Billy was.

You rolled your eyes; you knew you had to do damage control with Billy. Although Billy seemed like he had all the confidence in the world, you knew deep down he was insecure thanks to his relationship with his father, and especially, as months had passed by, he was insecure about your relationship sometimes. It seemed to him that you could do so much better and he was perpetually on edge when he thought about you and Steve too much, although he trusted you completely.

And on your part, it wasn’t too different, Billy had girls throwing themselves at him permanently which was always annoying, girls who whispered at him that they would make him feel so much better than you ever did and that they wished he could make them scream. Billy had assured you and showed you that he only had eyes with you, and it did become funny sometimes because if there was someone in love with his girlfriend was Billy Hargrove. But still, sometimes that burning feeling that crept its way your heart and spread it through your body, making you feel like you could spitfire didn’t go away.

Especially not at the moment.

Billy was outside, playing a nice game of beer pong and chugging more beer than you thought he would like tonight, but there he was… with Heather freaking Miller. She was leaning into a flustered Billy as she giggled while he poured the beer on his mouth, a little bit too fast that it made the drink spill all over his naked chest -he always lost some buttons or his shirt at some point in a party-, you imagined that he was a bit tipsy at the moment but you couldn’t help to feel your stomach twisting as you saw Heather pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

You spun on your heels faster than you could even imagine, not even wanting to watch Billy’s reaction to her kiss and if you had been a bit drunker, you might have been bold enough to start going off at her and Billy. But you weren’t in the mood, to hell if Billy was told something about Steve, whatever.

“You said something?”, a guy in the kitchen asked you, as you leaned on the kitchen island in front of the living room that served as the dance floor, realizing that you had been muttering out loud. There weren’t many people in the kitchen, the great majority of the people were dancing or outside, but there were two boys.

You huffed as you turned around and saw the guy. He had short brown hair and a nice smile as he sipped from his red solo cup. He looked familiar and you remember him being a cheer on after a basketball game while you were a Sophomore at Hawkins High and he was a Senior. He was from an affluent family, you remembered that as well as you might have seen him in one of your parent's Christmas parties, but you weren’t social.

“Do I know you?”, you asked a bit coldly, annoyed still at the image of Heather and Billy.

“Burn!”, another boy close to the one that had just talked to you shouted as he laughed at his friend. You recognized him too, he was also known as a Senior when you were in Sophomore, he wasn’t on any team but he was on the popular crowd.

You vaguely remember the class that had graduated that year, only remembered a few bullying incidents but mostly that they were sexist assholes. You hoped that college had changed them, at least you liked to believe people could mature, but seeing them three years later in a party of their high school didn’t give you much hope.

“I’m Brad”, the boy with short brown hair stated as you sighed and smiled, trying to be as polite as you could taking into account how mad you were. “This is Chad”, he said pointing to his friend.

“Y/N”, you answer as you shook his hand as he had offered it.

He held it for a bit too long and you felt goosebumps erupting on your skin, but they weren’t good goosebumps, the way he was looking at you was way too intently but you figured that he was trying to flirt and score a girl.

“Brad! I just…”, another boy came from the living room with a bottle of tequila in his hand as the three of you turned around to watch him, you took the opportunity and removed your hand from his hold as your eyes began to look for some wine or vodka to take to Steve. “Who’s that?”, the same guy muttered as he got closer to Brad and Chad.

“Shut up, Logan”, Brad rolled his eyes as he saw you reaching for a bottle of vodka, he quickly took it and then handed it to you with a strange smile. “You have to apologize, my friends, they are…”

“Wonderful?”, Logan said with a smirk.

“Charming?”, Chad answer as he seemed to be taking something from his Varsity Jacket, you didn’t manage to see really what he had since Brad quickly placed solo red cups for you to do shots in, blocking the view.

“Annoying”, he stated as he poured a bit of the vodka on two small cups and then passed the bottle to his friends. You smile at the way he said it, the guy had a charm but there was still a hint of something you didn’t like. Something that didn’t add up to his pretty greyish eyes or his sharp jaw. “Want one round?”

You sighed and nodded. At the moment, you only wanted a drink and don’t think a lot about Billy and Heather, you didn’t want to be too mad about it, especially since it was your idea to do a party plan and you left the road wide open for girls like Heather to flirt with Billy.

It felt like it was your fault.

“Sure”

The vodka burned your throat a little bit more than you would imagine but you didn’t care. It tasted okay enough and your eyes simply wondered towards the patio door, in the hopes that Billy might come looking for you but there was no sign of him coming.

“You have a boyfriend?”, you heard Brad asking and you turned around as you passed a hand through your hair. You watched as Brad’s friends began pouring another round of shots with the vodka but your attention went right to Brad again.

“I do, he’s with another girl at the patio”, you muttered angrily as you took a hold of the shot and chugged it right in. The vodka still burned on your throat but it now felt bubbly, still burned a bit more than before but you figured it was because you hadn’t been drinking in a while.

“Ooh”, the two friends shouted and it made you roll your eyes, they weren’t being good company and you tried to snatch the bottle of vodka from the table where they had left it but Brad took it first.

“Let’s do two more rounds, it will make you feel better”, he cooed as he got closer to you.

If this was any other moment, at any other party, you would’ve said no and leave without a bottle and look for Billy. But the blonde hair from Heather on Billy’s shoulder, his laugh, and her lips on his jaw were burned on your head at the moment and you wished that maybe vodka could help you, you wished that angry drinking would be enough to make you feel better.

“Fine”, you answer with a smirk and Brad smiled as well, his friends cheering in the background as you chugged another shot that had been served by you.

It had to be almost four more rounds of shots of vodka -at least you believed but it didn’t taste like vodka after the second- that they had handed to you when you began to feel weird.

It began slowly, the sleepiness taking over your body, spreading from your belly towards your chest, and soon it seemed to get on your head. It didn’t feel bad right away, simply weird. You were never a hard drinker, you had never blackout before and you weren’t planning to tonight. Getting tipsy? Yes, getting drunk? Maybe, but this felt like it was happening faster than what you had anticipated.

You closed your eyes and leaned into the kitchen island for a second, trying to recover your breath to see if that was it, you just needed a little break. But as seconds passed, you felt your muscles getting sleepier and even when your eyes were closed, you felt like you were on a carrousel and it wasn’t stopping.

“You don’t look so good”, you heard Brad said as he wrapped his arm around your waist, which you tried to get off but it seemed as if your muscles were going in slow motion. “You want to go to the bathroom?”

You felt like you could vomit at his questions, it sounded wrong. You shook your head as you opened your eyes and glared at him, motioning for him to let you go and he did, but as you turned around everything began to be blurry.

“Iwanttodance”, you slurred, words tumbling against each other. You began walking towards the living room, trying to get away from the kitchen while you desperately tried to look for Nancy, Johnathan, or Steve.

You felt your head getting dizzier and dizzier as each second passed, your brain seemed to be trying so hard for your limbs to move at the pace that you needed them too but they felt disconnected like there was a short-circuit between them.

You weren’t sure when they had actually disconnected, it had to be a second before you reached the living room by going down simply two steps. It was something you were sure you could accomplish, not even on your worst drunk stories you had been so unaware of your body, you had never felt like that. So, it wasn’t a surprise when you saw the world turning upside down and you felt a sharp pain on the right side of your body, your head crashing on the floor as you closed your eyes from the impact.

You fell, badly.

You whimpered in pain as you felt people’s gaze on you, although you had your eyes closed you could feel people’s presence close to you and you wish you could even stand up but it seemed like nothing worked and you could only motion simple things You heard a couple of people laughing, guessing that maybe you were too drunk and were unable to handle your booze. You felt some girls getting closer to you and asking if you were okay but your words weren’t really words anymore, only mumbles, the pangs of pain still spreading through your torso, hips, and legs while the numbness started to spread as well.

It was even getting hard to keep your eyes open for too long.

Before you knew it, someone was wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you off the ground. You prayed it was Billy or Steve, with Nancy by their side or even a couple of the girls who had been asking if you were okay.

“Seems like she’s ready to go to sleep”

You froze as you heard Brad’s voice and a deep feeling of panic started invading your body. You protested, at least you thought but your words didn’t come out from your mouth, your eyes were still close as the pangs of pain from the fall were disappearing quite quickly, which made you worry.

Brad quickly took a hold of your body and carried you bride-style to god knows where, you suddenly felt your stomach sinking as you realized how weak you were and the fact that you were in the hands of strangers. Sleepiness crawling over your body and anxiety too, everything began to become foggy.

“We’ll take care good care of you” Logan stated as you felt the music farther and farther away.

You whimpered in protest as you opened your eyes as you tried to shimmy yourself out of his hold but it just came as spams on your limps, nothing strong enough and it seemed like they were going through the foyer, towards the door.

“Stop”

Nancy’s voice felt like it had been sent from the sky, you tried to turn your head as quickly as you could and there she was. “Who are you?”, she asked as she got closer to you.

You knew Nancy might be little, she might have been a little mousy when you met her but she was fierce and she could end anyone who came on her way. Such a small girl could raise hell if she decided to and you felt like crying with happiness when you -in a blur- watched her crossed her arms across her chest and glare at the guys she was standing in front of.

“She’s feeling bad”, Brad explained with a shrug but the sassy nature of his answer gave him away to Nancy, “She had a lot to drink and she told us to get her home”

“She has a boyfriend for that”, Nancy replied right away angrily. “And friends that know her”

“We are her friends”, he barked back and it made you jump on your inside.

These guys were aggressive, the way that he answered to Nancy… you felt like tears were pooling in your eyes. This was not okay and panic raised again, flooding your body. You needed Nancy to take you away from their paws, now. You didn’t want to think where this was going if she didn’t manage to stop them.

“Nancy” you managed to mumble and with all the effort you had, you tried to take a hold of her but your arm gave up before you reached her, soon your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your head fell backward.

You were too weak.

Nancy froze for a second with fear as she saw your state, and so hell was loose.

“Get her down now!”, Nancy’s growl made your body tremble, it was so loud that you were hoping that anyone else noticed.

“Fuck you”, Chad replied as you heard a struggle in front of you… they were holding Nancy now as Brad began to move again, your heart sinking

“Her boyfriend is being called right now!”, Nancy yelled as you could hear her struggling while you passed in front of her.

The cold air hit you hard and you cried as you tried to move from Brad’s hold but he wouldn’t budge, they had managed to sneak you and this was the worst-case scenario. Billy was the only thing you thought before your brain began to shut down when you began to drown in the darkness.

“We shouldn’t have given her so many”, Logan muttered as he opened the door of the car that was parked in the front patio of Tina’s house, close to many others.

“Can you just shut up?”, Brad growled as he tightened the hold on your body, and tried to see how he could fit you in the car correctly.

“Maybe it’s better”, Logan muttered as he opened the driver’s door, still talking to himself. “She won’t remember anything”

“WHERE IS SHE?”

The growl coming from the main door from the house shook Brad and Logan to the core. They both turned around to see Billy, exiting the party with Steve and Nancy behind him.

Billy had been trying to get a Heather Miller off his back since he had started to play a beer-pong match, it had all been easy and messing around until Heather had come in and began to linger closer to Billy each time he drank. She had placed a kiss on his jaw when he had barked at her to back off, people began to laugh around them and scream things, Heather seemed to be annoyed by the statement and tried to talk him out of being so aggressive. Billy remained silent and shrugged her off each time she tried to flirt with him again, it was annoying to him and he knew that his friends would take any chance to start a rumor that could affect your relationship. So, the rest of the time he tried to get as far away from Heather as he possibly could, he even flipped her off before Steve had run towards him and ask him to go with him.

Billy felt as if a black hole had grown in his stomach as Steve told him what had happened, that some guys were trying to take you somewhere and that you were barely conscious, that Nancy was trying to hold them back but you needed him now.

Billy wasn’t exactly sure how fast he had arrived, how he didn’t even notice the guy on the floor that Nancy had managed to beat up with a flower vase at the foyer or how he couldn’t hear anything because his heart and breathing were so loud that he could only focus on what he saw.

And there you were: completely limp, head falling from Brad’s arm, eyes rolled back on the back of your head. You seemed so small; it shook Billy.

Sometimes Billy had these gaps in time when he became so mad that he didn’t feel like himself anymore, he could only feel the anger filling his body as the seconds passed. It was almost automatic when his hands formed into fists and he began to growl. You had talked to him about it and had helped him to never lose control again since you began dating, helping him breathe and control his emotions.

But not this time.

Billy yelled as he took Logan first. The guy didn’t even have a second before Billy yanked the keys out of his hands and smashed the boy’s head against the window of the car. Billy didn’t really notice when the window cracked, he only noticed when it broke in front of him as he smashed once again Logan’s head.

Logan fell on the ground with a groan, blood coming out of the right side of his face, laying with the broken glass on the floor. Billy then turned around quickly to go and get you, Brad had already been cornered by Steve and Nancy while Johnathan tried to rip you off from Brad’s hold.

“HEY!”, someone yelled as he pushed Billy making him slam against the car door.

Billy turned around to see Chad, nose already bloody from Nancy’s punch and more coming out of his eyebrow cut thanks to the vase. The guy was already beaten up by Nancy, badly, but Billy didn’t hesitate to beat him to a pulp with his fist. It seemed rather like a gap of time where Billy had no control, as his knuckles slammed against the guy's jaw while he screamed in pain. Chad managed to punch Billy on his ribs but Billy quickly retaliated and knocked him out with a single punch.

Billy’s breathing was too shaken up, he almost couldn’t even hear how Nancy had been telling him to stop as he kept kicking the guy on the ground. It was only until Nancy hit him in the back of his head, rather hard, that he turned around.

“We got her”, Nancy yelled at him as she glared at Billy. She didn’t seem too shaken up, her hands were bloody as well and her eyes seemed steady.

Billy’s eyes traveled to Steve who had you in his arms while Johnathan let Brad fall from his hold against the car, his nose was already bloody, as well as his lips. But at the moment, Billy didn’t care about anything else, he got closer to you so quickly that he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore.

“Y/N”, he whispered as tears began to stream from his face.

You didn’t respond, your eyes with long lashes were closed while your arm was dangling. You were cold, you usually got cold as Billy would work as a heater for you, but right now you were too cold.

It hurt.

Billy swore he had heard something breaking inside of his chest, he sucked in a breath as he pressed your cheek with his palm as if in any moment you would open your eyes again, that you would watch him lovingly and place a kiss on his lips like many times before but you didn’t react, you seemed lost.

It hurt him so much that when he heard a groan coming from the floor, he saw Brad there with barely any real damage on him. Billy felt his muscles tensing up as he walked towards him, ignoring Nancy’s pleas. Billy seemed like a robot as he quickly opened again the door of the car and place Brad’s hand on the edge, without much thought, he shut the door roughly.

“aaaaAAHHH!!”

The painful scream coming from Brad’s lips shocked Nancy and Steve, and even you in your state. The scream had been the only thing that had managed to make you come back from the darkness, you couldn’t really move but your body was screaming for something to happen but your limbs seemed useless.

Billy quickly kneeled and punch Brad again, making his nose bleed even more. The groans and whimpers coming from Brad didn’t bother Billy, it only bothered him when he wrapped one hand around Brad’s neck and he noticed his knuckles already getting purple.

He hated being like this. He knew you would disapprove if you had been there watching him but the rage that he was feeling at the moment, he hadn’t felt it in such a long time that if he thought he remained still, he would burst.

“I see you or your rat friend’s again, and I’ll kill you”, Billy murmured as he let go of Brad’s neck and allowed him to breathe again as he coughed thanks to the pressure Billy had on him.

Billy turned around to see Nancy, Steve, and Johnathan looking terrified, he tried to shake it off and came back to you.

“They must have roofied her”, Johnathan explained as Billy was desperately trying to wake you up.

“Y/N, please are you there?”, Billy couldn’t believe it was his voice, so wobbly and small as he moved your hair from your face and took a hold of you had, begging internally for you to wake up.

You couldn’t believe it was his voice either, you wanted to scream and cry, you wanted to be held by him and feel safe again. But you couldn’t do anything, you could only beg your body to move, nudge, talk, do something.

And it seemed as if it had listened to you for a moment.

“Billy”, the whisper was so faint that Billy wasn’t sure it was real, he stopped dead on his track and saw how your glassy eyes were half opened and Billy felt his shaking hands coming over to your hand.

But then you suddenly gave up, the darkness eating you once again as your eyes rolled to the back of your head once more and you were lying there, emotionless.

Billy felt his body cold.

“Y/N?”, Billy asked as tears streamed down once more. “Baby?”, Billy’s voice was so raw and shaken up that it almost scared Nancy as he looked at her and yelled. “Nancy, what should we do?”

Nancy stayed still for a second, doubting herself but then she walked decidedly towards Steve who was holding your body. “We have to check her breathing and her heartbeat”, Jonathan coming right up helping her to check your vitals, while Billy gave a step back and held your cold hand.

“She’s still breathing, it’s like she fell asleep”, Nancy answered.

“We have to take her to a hospital”, Steve stated as he held you tighter on his arms.

Billy panicked and shook his head, knowing exactly that -even though your parents had come to accept your relationship- they wouldn’t waste a second if he gave them a reason to break you guys up.

“Her parents would know; you know they would never let her see me again”, Billy explained to Steve, his eyes pleading with him not to do it because he knew what the consequences were and he might ruin what made you and Billy happy.

Steve didn’t like Billy, but he had never seen him like this or anyone for that matter. He had never seen such true desperation; he had never seen someone show such raw emotions for someone. He didn’t like Billy, but you did and Steve knew that Billy was everything you wanted.

“Fuck, what should we do?”, Johnathan sighed as Billy began taking you from Steve’s arms.

Billy remained a second as he adjusted you in his arms, his arms around you securely as he watched you carefully. You seemed so pale and fragile, and he hated it because he knew that this wasn’t you. He couldn’t get out of his head how scared you must’ve been before you went out, what they had done to you. He wanted to take you to the hospital, he knew it was the most appropriate way but he also knew that he really couldn’t and at that moment he had a flashback to California when people took more pills than they should.

“She’s going to have to throw this up”. Billy stated as he tried to wipe the tears with his shoulder as he took you into the house, as quickly as he could.

“Billy, what are yo-”, Nancy protested as she followed him but Billy was on a mission,

“She couldn’t have taken them too long ago”, he muttered as he entered Tina’s house.

He was shaking as he muttered to himself deliriously: you are going to be okay; you are going to be okay; you are going to be okay. He pulled you closer to his chest and his eyes urgently tried to find a bathroom, people were gathering around him at the entrance of the party, watching Billy splattered with blood and knuckles purple with you limp on his arms. Billy didn’t care about the people as he tried to see where was it better to take you, he even wondered if the kitchen was right but he knew you wouldn’t want anyone to see you or him in that state.

Tina ran towards him, as she was about to speak Billy interrupted her.

“Tina!” He screamed, his voice was raw and torn -the urgency in his electric blue eyes seemed almost psychotic-, she shook at his scream. “Bathroom with a shower”

“Oh my god, what happened?”, Tina squealed as she tried to get closer but Billy stepped back.

“Bathroom”, he growled once more startling Tina.

“Upstairs in my room! Turn to the left”

Billy said nothing as he ran upstairs, adjusting you in his arms as he followed Tina’s instructions. He let out an all-encompassing sigh of relief as he entered the bathroom.

“Come on, come on baby”, he whispered as he placed you on the tub and then turned on the shower. The lukewarm water began to wash your legs and lower abdomen as Billy hurried and placed himself behind you.

He made sure that you were well position, laying on his chest so he could sit you, and then he began to place his fingers on your throat. But nothing was happening, you weren’t reacting as he tried to place his fingers on the right spot for you to throw up whatever they had given to you.

Tears began to fall from his face, a part of him glad they were being masked with the drops of water. Billy felt like he wanted to puke himself as he gazed at the bottom of the bathtub and realized the blood was being mixed with the water -blood from the guys that he had beaten up and his own coming from his knuckles-.

He shivered at the thought of how badly he had reacted and what would you think of him, but he quickly snapped out of it as he continued to cry for you.

“Y/N please”, he cried. “Baby please, come on”.

Billy’s voice seemed so broken and raw, his pleas could be heard by Steve and Jonathan who were outside the bathroom while Nancy was talking to Tina outside her bedroom, convincing her not to enter until you were okay.

But you weren’t okay, nothing was happening and Billy snapped.

“pLEASE! Y/N”, it seemed as if his screamed had ripped through his chest as he held you, and once more, he placed his fingers on your throat in one last attempt.

The gagging was like music to his ears, how your body finally reacted and you raised a bit from his chest with the help of Billy and you began to throw up. You felt like if you were getting out every organ inside of you as your body spammed as you threw up with Billy’s face bury on your neck as he held you.

It wasn’t until you finally stopped after a minute of throwing up everything you could, that you realized that the fogginess and darkness that had trapped you were leaving, your head was clearing again and Billy felt like he could breathe. It wasn’t like you were completely fine, your breaths were still raggedy but they were stronger than before and you could raise your head for a second, hold yourself.

You could hold yourself enough to throw up once more, another round, but this time it felt more like a reaction of the fear that you felt from those guys. You didn’t want anything inside of you, nothing from that night, the thought of those guys made you sick.

It wasn’t until you were unable to throw up anything else, you turn around softly, still feeling woozy.

And there he was, the only one you had ever wanted.

Billy’s hair was wet, the streams of water were still falling from his body but you recognize his tears as well. His blue electric eyes that had always been heaven to you, were red from crying and his usually tan skin seemed as white as a paper, completely pale, he looked terrified.

Indeed, Billy was terrified but he tried not to show it as he caressed your hair and help you lay more comfortably on his chest. It was only when your eyes connected and you took a big breath that you began to cry. The tears were streaming without control from your eyes and it seemed like before, you just wanted to feel empty and clean and safe. Billy held you as close to him as he could while you sob.

He kissed your head, he kissed the back of your neck and your hands as you whimpered and tried to hold anything from him, the craving of him becoming stronger every second.

“Hold me”, you slurred and Billy nodded, wrapping his arm around your body as you cuddle against him while being wash with the water.

“I’m so sorry”, Billy whispered as he rocked you back and forth. “I’ll never leave again”

His voice sounded so truthful that you began to think that he meant something for good, so permanently that it made your heart skip a bit but you didn’t want to say anything, you simply nodded and leaned into him even more, burying yourself against his chest.

“I love you”, he whispered.

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FATWS One Shot #2 - The Beginning of a Family

Word Count: 1804

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Human Trafficking (once, it was a mission Reader did), Minor Character Injury

Setting/Characters: The first half-ish of The Avengers in 2012; Reader, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Mentions of Loki, Phil Coulson, and Clint Barton, OC!Agent Anderson

A/N: Here’s One Shot Number 2! I was thinking of making it longer and adding the actual Battle of Manhattan, but I dunno if I’m gonna do that. I just wanted these to be One Shots of first meetings and other smaller events. I didn’t want to do scene-for-scene two parters. If you want me to, I can, I don’t mind doing it, I just wasn’t planning on it. I’ve kinda been slacking today, which is why I haven’t cranked out more than this one, but I’ll see if I can finish one more for tonight. Tomorrow’s another late night for me at work, BUT! Tomorrow night FATWS comes out! So I will be doing the next Episode! I also don’t have Friday off this week, so the Parts might bleed into Saturday, but they will come this weekend!

Reminder that this has nothing to do with FATWS the show, but I don’t have a title for my FATWS Series, which is what these are based off of, so this is what they’re called for now! If you have any ideas for names, feel free to send them in! I’m just too lazy to come up with something clever for the whole Series.

Thank you so much for reading! As always, not beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and others! Stay tuned and enjoy!

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You were exhausted, coming back from an assignment that lasted a little over two months. It’d been your first one since you were assigned to help Steve adjust, and you were guessing they’d keep you on desk duty for a few months before sending you back out again. Which frustrated you to no end.

But then you got back your personal cell phone from a fellow agent and, seeing you had a few voicemails - which you never had - you flipped it on.

“Hi, Y/N.” Your lips turned up at the man you started growing close to over the past year. “I-I know you’re on a mission right now. I mean, you just left last week. Anyways, I just…I hope you’re doin’ okay. You probably won’t get this until later, but…still. I hope you’re safe. I, uh, I got that book. The one you were joking about me getting. The U.S. History for Dummies one. It goes farther back than I need to know, but I still read all of it. It helped. I wish you were here though. But I know you’re working. And that’s important. Um… I guess I’ll see you in a few months.”

The phone beeped before the next message played. “I took your advice. I got a sketchbook and some other stuff. There’s a ton of new supplies. I’m kinda excited to try them out. Maybe they’re not new but they’re more accessible now than they used to be. And I found a gym. In Brooklyn. It’s kinda run down - a hole in the wall type place - but they don’t do memberships and they don’t care how long you stay as long as you pay for your time. So that’s nice. I guess. Anyways…hi. I don’t think I said that earlier. It’s Steve, by the way. But you probably guessed that. Um…that’s all. I just wanted to let you know. Stay safe, honey. Abbyssinia.”

You listened to the next couple ones, all along the same lines. Steve telling you about his day; about the dog he was allowed to pet on his run or the different coffee he tried this morning at your previous suggestion. You snickered a little, shaking your head. You would never guessed that Hitler hitting, Nazi punching Captain America was so…soft. Cute.

His last voicemail was from earlier that morning, and it made her brow furrow. “Hey, honey. I, uh…God, I really wish you were here. I was told you’d be getting back last week, but then they said it might be another couple weeks because something happened? I hope nothing happened. Please be okay. I’ve really missed you. I know it’s only been a year, but…you’re the only familiar thing I have right now. I guess Fury was right to choose you since you were the first person I saw. There’s a, uh, problem. Fury’s got a mission for me. Some guy named Loki stole the Tesseract. Which was HYDRA’s secret weapon. That blue cube thing. I was just getting used to laptops and fast food and this…it’s just a lot. Overwhelming. You were always good at making things less intimidating. I’ve gotta go. Some SHIELD personnel are picking me up now. We’re going to…somewhere. I’m sure you would know, but they haven’t exactly told me. Hoping to see you soon, Y/N. Please be safe.”

You frowned at the information, looking up at one of your fellow agents, Anderson. “Hey.” He turned his head towards you from his conversation with the copilot. “Is something going on at HQ?”

“The Helicarrier.” Anderson corrected. “Fury just called it in. Something with the Tesseract. And some guy’s mind controlling people. He’s got Barton, apparently. The director is bringing a few people on board; Banner, Stark, Romanoff. Rogers, too, I heard. He wants you to be there ASAP, so we’re going there now.”

Letting out a sigh, you rubbed your eyes and nodded. “Alright. Let’s go see what’s going on.”

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Fury met you as you walked off the jet, lugging your duffle bag over your shoulder. You were still in your clothes from the mission; a human trafficking ring in Guam. Dirty, torn up jeans along with a white tank top hugging your torso and a flannel, unbuttoned, over your shoulders. One of your sneakers had a hole in it, too, and you were walking with a slight limp from the dislocated kneecap you got a few days prior.

“Agent.” He nodded in greeting, passing you a file. “The others are waiting. We just brought in Loki.”

You chewed your cheek, narrowing your eyes as you scanned the information in the file. It had personal files of the others, but you didn’t need to look through those. You knew Natasha very well, considering she taught you half the things you know, along with Barton. You knew Stark - of course you did - especially after you helped set Natasha up to be his secretary a while back. Banner you were also knowledgeable about, seeing as you went undercover to find him when he first took off and had been part of the tracking team on him ever since. Thor you had learned about after his fiasco in New Mexico from Coulson. And, last but certainly not least, Steve Rogers, who you knew better than any file could explain.

“Walk me through this; Thor and Loki are the real Thor and Loki? Like, from Norse myths?”

“Apparently so. You know about the New Mexico incident with the two last year, don’t you?”

You nodded, pinching your lips together tightly. “Well, yeah, but I thought…I dunno. I guess it just didn’t click. So,” you tucked the file under your arm securely, raising an eyebrow at Fury. “We’re fighting a god? An actual god?”

“With an army of aliens.” He confirmed.

“Wonderful.” You huffed as the two of you turned a corner, making your way onto the bridge, just in time to hear Stark talking to Banner about him turning into the Hulk.

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube.” Fury butted in. You crossed your arms behind Fury, leaning on your good leg. “I was hoping you might join him. Before you do, this is-”

“Y/N! You’re back!”

You shot a grin to the blonde, who perked up upon seeing you. “Hi, Steve. Just in time, too, huh.” You nudged Natasha slightly. “Hey, Nat. Sorry about Clint.”

She shrugged. “I’m just glad you’re here to help.”

“I’m sorry.” You looked over to find Banner frowning contemplatively at you. “Do I know you?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but Fury beat you to it. “Formalities later. Y/L/N, we’ll bring you up to speed-”

“I’ll get there, sir. How are you boys planning on tracking down the Tesseract?” You questioned, nodding in the two geniuses’ direction.

“I’d start with that stick of his.” Steve suggested, turning to look at the duo as well. “It may be magical but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.”

“I don’t know about that, but it is powered by the Cube.” Fury stated. “And I’d like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.”

A tall, broad as hell blonde looked at Fury, confused. “Monkeys? I do not understand-”

“I do!” Steve jumped in, pointing at Thor, before leaning back in his seat at the silence that came after his exclamation. “I-I understood that reference.”

You chuckled and shook your head, winking at Steve when he smiled bashfully at you. As the two scientists - was Stark a scientist? - started heading out, Steve hopped up, padding over to you.

“You’re back early.”

“Late, technically.” You shrugged, letting him pull you in for a hug, your hand rubbing his back. “I got your calls.”

He pulled away, his ears turning red. “Oh, yeah. I, uhm-”

You sniggered. “It’s fine, Steve. You can call me whenever you need to. I’m just sorry I couldn’t answer you sooner.”

“You were working.” He shrugged half heartedly. “Did it go okay? Are you okay?”

“Yes, Steven. I’m fine.” You rolled your eyes just as a yawn threatened to escape your lips. “If not a little tired.” You tapped on the star against his chest. “Nice suit, by the way.”

“Ha ha.” He grinned, eyeing your own clothing. “You’re matching me.” He tugged on the red, white, and blue flannel hanging from your arms. “You also look like shit.”

You snorted. “Wow. What a gentleman. Let’s get this whole Loki situation over with so I can go to bed, yeah?”

He chuckled a little with a nod. “Sounds like a plan, honey.” The two of you started out of the bridge. “You should shower first, though.”

“You’re a bully, you know that?”

“I’m just sayin’!”

“I’m just sayin’!” You mocked with a huff. “Leave me be, Rogers.”

His laughter was cut short, making you look over at him curiously, only to find his slitted eyes studying your movements. “Why are you limping?”

“Relax, Captain. I just dislocated my knee. It’s fine. Shit happens on missions, you know that.”

“Is that why you came back late?”

Shaking your head, you lead him to one of the private rooms the Helicarrier had so you could shower and change. “No. I just needed a little more time. That’s all. Now let’s focus on the problem at hand. We can talk more later.”

He hesitated, leaning against the doorway and watching you set your bag on the small cot. “Okay. As long as you’re alright.”

Your heart jumped a bit at the concern laced in his tone, the apprehension in those blue eyes - which you found out had some green in them - making your breath hitch slightly. “I am.” You spoke softly with a firm nod of your head, trying to assure him and his worries. “I promise.”

“I’m gonna go check on Banner and Stark, then. Come find me when you’re done.”

You cleared your throat to recover yourself, throwing him a cheeky grin. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile, before turning and walking out, leaving you alone and confused.

What was that? You’d never had that reaction to anything. Your heart doesn’t race whenever someone walks in the room. Not like it did with him. What the hell did that even mean?

You shook your head, clearing your throats. You didn’t have time to dwell on that now. You doubted it was anything more than a fluke. You were just tired and seeing someone familiar, who was genuinely excited to see you was like a breath of fresh air after your operation. That’s all. Yeah.

With that decided, you headed to the shower, head spinning with new thoughts of this problem with the God of Mischief and that stupid blue cube.

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