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38across · 10 months
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"Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?" "Yes, Dustin, I did. And that's why I would be sneaking." — "What do you think, Petey the Mall Cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?"
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judaluffy · 1 year
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Nancy entering Steve's house for the first time after they broke up (post s4) and she takes one step in before she gapes.
"Steve?"
"Yes?" Steve says not noticing the gobsmacked expression on Nancy's face.
"Why is your house baby proofed?"
Steve frowns, takes a look around, sees all the silicone corners, makes an 'ah' sound and then very casually says, "that's for Robin."
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steviespanties · 2 years
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okay but what if steve and billy fuck the mindflayer out of him with neither of them knowing they did that? billy just feels sick and out of it and the moment he spots steve his brain zeroes in on him, desire and those pesky feelings of adoration keeping him on track and grounded in his body. feeling overheated in the summer air, but still desperate to get his hands on steve in his stupid, adorable sailur uniform.
and steve knows something is wrong with billy, but when isn’t he kinda unhinged? sure, he should probably drive billy tp a doctor with the way he’s sweating, but he’s too distracted getting railed in the sauna, holding on to the bench and hoping he won’t die of heat stroke to turn around and notice the black veins through billy’s skin. 
hell, neither of them notice the black smoke that pours from billy’s mouth, because they’re both too busy coming so hard they almost pass out from the heat and pleasure.
they’re both surprised when billy is actually more coherent afterwards and drags steve into the showers, holding him up as they wash off and then lying with him on a stretch of grass in the evening summer sun, hidden from sight as they lazily make out.
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bratphilia · 5 months
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glass window (w. afton x reader)
request: "POOHKIE BEAR HEAR ME OUT!!!! dad's best friend!william. y'all just moved into the neigborhood, and you've been oh so busy with college/working that you hadn't had the time to introduce yourself to william (tho steve for the sake of keeping his identity yada yada) and so like, the moment you get the chance to? william aka steve cannot contain his thoughts abt you oml !! ur just so fucking pretty !! delicate !! those fucking skirts you wear, in the summers of utah (i think thats where the movie/fnaf location is canonically) he'd so.. hungry for you.. bonus points if theres a height/size difference omg JUST HEAR ME OUT POOHKIE!!!- i'll be going under as the 🧚‍♀️ anon!"
note: okay yeah i went a lil crazy with this one but i just loved this request sm. probably my favorite fic ive written so far.
pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader
tags: age gap (reader is college age 18-21 and william is 45-50), creepy and stalking behavior from william, oral sex (m + f receiving), slight dubcon, doggy style, mating press, multiple orgasms, william having insane stamina at his age
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you and your parents just moved to hurricane, utah, aka the most boring town you've ever been to. the second day in your new house, while you were at your criminology class, your neighbor, steve raglan came by to welcome your family to the neighborhood. they mentioned having a college aged daughter. he didn't think much about at the time. it was a passing comment after all.
a few weeks pass by and steve started to become a frequent visitor to your household. however, each of those times you have either been at school or at work. he had no idea who you are.
that is, until one day you come home in the evening after a class while steve is over having a glass of wine with your dad. you close the door behind you to see the door to the backyard open. curiously, you poke your head out and spot your dad with an unfamiliar face, and you stand shyly in the doorway expectantly.
"hey, sweetie," your dad says. "this is steve raglan. our next door neighbor i was telling you about."
you walk towards him when steve holds his hand out for you to shake. "nice to meet you, mr. raglan."
mr. raglan. his ears practically perk up at that. he drinks in your appearance. you're wearing a black, short tennis skirt that stops mid-thigh with a pretty white blouse.
"nice to meet you too," he says politely, trying his hardest not to come across as creepy.
your dad turns to you. "how was class?"
"it was okay. i do have a lot of homework to do, so i should probably go," you say, then turn to steve and wave as you go, "it was nice to meet you again."
his eyes never leave your bare legs as you walk away. and well, he wanted to fucking ruin you.
steve notices something interesting about you while mowing the lawn. there's a gate in the back of your house where he can see a glass door from the angle he's at in the front of his yard. a glass door that, he discovers, is the back entrance to your bedroom.
he decides to make good use of his porch.
at this point, he contemplates buying a pair of binoculars, but that felt like a little too much. for now, he had the view he needed to satisfy him. he even took a few photos that he saves for material to use in his personal time.
unbeknownst to you, steve is absolutely obsessed with you.
his heart skips a beat every time you take a walk in the neighborhood, when, coincidentally, he's sitting on the porch pretending to read a newspaper, and you wave at him and smile. he always returns your smile and waves back kindly.
one day, when you're walking past his house, he notices something gold falling to the ground. when you're out of sight, he goes to investigate, only to find a gold ring that could have only belonged to you. the perfect opportunity. steve waits about a week and keeps your ring with him on top of his nightstand.
sometimes, he notices you like to leave your door open on a particularly hot day. surely you couldn't be naïve to think no one would break in, right? you're just so pretty, who knows who could follow you home from the shadows.
on one particularly hot day, you leave your door open. almost invitingly. and steve watches as your mom's car passes by his house, going out, while he knows for a fact that your dad is working. it's his time to strike.
steve makes his way across the street and through the back gate. he looks through the window to find you reading a book while sitting on your bed. he taps on the glass to get your attention. your eyes snap from the book to the door to see him standing there.
"hi, uhm, can i help you, mr. raglan?" you say, getting up. you look shocked, clearly a little freaked out he came through the back of your house, he presumes.
steve smiles and walks in uninvited, making you back up a little as he steps closer. "hi stranger, i just wanted to return something of yours that you dropped a few days ago."
he turns up the ring in his hand and watches your eyes widen. "i've been looking all over for this! thank you so much."
steve watches as you take the ring from his palm and slip it back on your finger. "you know, i've been wondering something."
you look up at him. "what's that?"
he chuckles lightly and closes the door behind him. "i can't help but notice that you like to leave your door open, and i just wonder how you possibly think that's safe for you."
"i—i don't know what you mean," you say, confused. you fidget with ring on your finger nervously, not liking the direction this conversation is going in.
"well, you know just about anyone could come in here and take advantage of you. you wouldn't want that, hmm?" he asks, stepping towards you and cupping your jaw. "or maybe you would. is that why you do it?"
you inhale. "mr. raglan, i don't think this is appropriate—"
"neither is the way you've been teasing me, little girl," steve retorts and you flash him a scandalized look. "oh, come on, don't think i don't notice. your short skirts showing off that even tinier figure and the way you always seem so eager to get my attention. i know the game you're playing."
he cups your jaw as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip for entrance. you grant him access and he slips his tongue into your mouth. it's a slow, sensual kiss. you're moaning into his mouth as he takes full control. 
steve's hands travel from your face, to your waist, and to your ass to squeeze. you whimper into his mouth and he laughs lowly against you. 
slowly he breaks away from you. "take off your clothes and get on the bed on all fours. now." 
you make a show of taking off your clothes for him. you keep eye contact with him as you unbutton your shirt and discard it mindlessly. then you reach around your back to unclasp your bra, baring your chest to him.
"beautiful," he comments. "take off your panties but keep the skirt on." 
you do what he says and get in the lewd position steve requested a moment ago, mind racing with what he would possibly do to you. you grip the sheets almost nervously and rub your thighs together to relieve the tension in your core. 
steve practically saunters over to you and gives a low whistle. "such a pretty pussy." 
you blush realizing your skirt rode up to your waist. you shiver when he places a cold hand on your ass, kneeding it roughly. 
"ooh," you moan, arching your back needily, making him laugh.
"need it that bad, huh, baby?" 
"yes," you say quietly, turning head around to look at him. 
"don't worry, honey, i'll take good care of you," he says with a twisted smile. 
he leans forward to press a kiss on your slit, moaning at the wetness that drips onto his lips. he wastes absolutely no time eating you out and laps at your pussy like a starving man. you can't bear to look at him anymore, the obscene noises of him slurping causing your face to burn with embarrassment.
you can't help but push back against his face much to his delight. you can feel his beard scratching against you, as delicious as you imagined. the friction of him smothering his face into you is making you whimper and moan helplessly. you wish you could grasp onto him or close your thighs, but this position and being completely at his disposal makes it all the more hotter.
he smacks kisses on your clit, sucking and rolling the sensitive nub around with his tongue. one particular harsh suck where he tugs on your clit ever so gently with his teeth has you coming on his face. he keeps going until you're squirming and begging him to stop.
he pulls away from you almost remorsefully. "thanks for the meal, babe," he says, wiping his mouth. something that would have otherwise made you cringe in disgust if it didn't come from him.
"ready for my cock, sweet girl?" he asks.
you can only murmur out a "mhm" as you were already too fucked out to verbalize anything.
he just laughs at your disposition. "don't get too tired on me yet, sweetheart, i still have so much planned for you."
the clinking of metal gets you excited all over again. he pushes into you with a groan. "fuckin' tight like a vice," he curses.
he thrusts into you experimentally, gaging your reaction for which angle makes you moan the loudest. when he finds the right one, he picks up the tempo instantly. your room is filled with the noises of his balls smacking against your ass, his grunts and your incessant moaning. he wraps a hand in your hair and the other rests on your hip for leverage.
"you like that, baby? like the feeling of me inside you?" steve asks you teasingly but you can barely respond. "fuck, you feel so good around me. my good girl."
"please, let me come," you whine desperately, bucking your hips backwards so it meets his thrusts.
"i will, honey, i will."
suddenly he flips you over so you're on your back and bends your legs in half. the manhandling is an added bonus. "i want you to look at me when you come, okay?"
"okay..." you mumble, letting him use your pussy for whatever he pleases at this point.
one specifically hard and calculated thrust has you reeling. your orgasm is definitely in sight. you can feel your stomach begin to coil, ready to snap.
"mr. raglan!" you draw out the syllables of his name, signifying you're close.
"ngh — keep calling me that, honey, it's so fuckin' hot."
you can feel him close as well as his grunts and groans grow louder and his thrusts get more erratic and shallow. he decides to drill into you even harder for the sake of your own orgasm, making you almost scream out his name as you squeeze your eyes shut and come.
he pulls out before he finishes and beckons you over to him. "suck me dry, baby. want you to taste yourself on me when i come."
tiredly, you sit up and take is cock into your mouth. since he's already close he takes the initiative to thrust into your mouth while you gag around him. the noises you're making only add to his arousal.
he's grunting incoherent dirty praises, about how good and tight your mouth feels, and how you're such a good girl for him. he comes with one final, drawn out groan as he throws his head back. spurts of his ejaculate shoot down your throat and you try your best to swallow what he gives you, but some dribble down your chin.
you pull your mouth off of him and he brings his lips to your for another kiss, licking the remnants of his orgasm from your lips and chin. when you pull away breathlessly he's grinning from ear to ear.
"so good f'me," he compliments sweetly, making you smile.
maybe hurricane isn't so bad after all.
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steviesbicrisis · 7 months
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Steve’s best relationship wasn’t even a relationship. He could barely call it a fling, a flirt. They never even went on a date. They never kissed.
Steve still thinks of it as the best whatever-it-is he has ever had with someone.
At the beginning it was mostly infuriating, how quickly Eddie managed to win the kids over, compared to Steve’s months of work as babysitter/nailbat swinger/monster fighter. Steve had to literally bleed multiple times to get an ounce of respect, Eddie only had to run a nerdy club about fictional bleeding and monster-fighting.
Then somehow, and Steve still has trouble pinpointing when and how it happened, everything changed.
Taking the kids back home from hellfire became something he impatiently waited for.
He and Eddie would barely talk for a few minutes and he would find himself replaying the conversation in his head for days. Anything he could say to get a reaction out of Eddie became fundamental, and if he started by picking subjects to piss him off, he ended learning about Eddie’s favorites, because few minutes after hellfire were never enough and Steve needed Eddie to talk as much as possible, until the kids were begging to drop it and go home.
Steve never questioned the change, most likely out of fear. He doesn’t think he ever was clueless, just really scared about what would potentially mean to be staring at another dude’s eyelashes as he goes on a rant about why Ozzy Osbourne is the best artist of his generation. Or blush whenever said dude would call him “baby”, or “sweetheart”.
Steve convinced himself that the thing he and Eddie were having was as good as it was going to get, nothing more.
Then Chrissy Cunningham died, Eddie ran, and Steve realized that the thing will never be enough for him.
He couldn’t not have Eddie. Not watch him as he entertains a bunch of freshmen, as he stomps with his worn out sneakers on top of forniture, as he puts his terrible music on to push away anyone who doesn’t care enough about him to stay.
Steve needed to see Eddie being alive, doing what his heart desires, and he needed to be next to him when he does.
Obviously, this realization came at the worst possible time.
Steve tried to tell him so many times: when they found him at the boathouse, when he was hiding at refer Rick’s house, when they were taking a stroll in the upside down, and even when they were driving a stolen trailer to a gunshop.
But, it seemed, Eddie had come to a realization just as important and he tried his best to avoid Steve at every given chance.
Steve tried to initiate the conversation as Eddie did his best to run away from it. And he ran until Steve had no chances left to tell him how he actually felt.
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Steve doesn’t know if he’s allowed to say he lost something he never had. To mourn a relationship he never began. A partner that, technically, never became a partner.
After Eddie dies, Steve has no one to be next to but he can’t say he ever did.
Steve just exists waiting. He can’t tell if he’s waiting for the pain to go away or for Eddie to jump out of a bush and yell “ah! I got you sucker!! By the way, I’m in love with you too.”
For obvious reasons, that never happens.
What does happen, is a call.
It’s a normal Tuesday, as normal as you could define it after Hawkins almost collapsed into the upside down. Steve got into a routine, between checking on the ones at the hospital, helping out at the shelter, allowing Robin to check on him to see if he’s still alive.
The call happens while Robin is doing her kitchen check up - aka making sure he has food and that he’s eating it-, so she picks the phone like she did a million times before.
“Harrington residence, this is Robin” she says, cheerfully.
Steve doesn’t pay much attention to it as he’s folding his dad’s old clothes that intends to donate to the shelter, until he hears Robin’s loud gasp.
“What is it? Is it the hospital? Is it Max?” He rushes to the other room where Robin is.
She doesn’t answer but she gives him a look as she passes him the receiver.
Steve goes quiet, a million thoughts going through his head as he takes the phone from Robin.
He’s still unprepared when he hears that unmistakable voice “Baby”.
Steve gasps for breath “Eddie?”
Is that really you? What happened? Are you hurt? Isn’t this impossible? Is what goes on in Steve’s head, but he ends up just asking “are you okay?”
He can hear a chuckle, Eddie’s wicked chuckle, a further confirmation that it is him, “I’m- hanging in there… are you okay?”
Steve finds the question absurd. He isn’t the one who got left in the upside down, the one that got eaten by demonic bats, the one who died before Steve had the chance to tell him how he felt.
He answers truthfully nonetheless, “I’m… I’m not okay.”
“I’ll be there soon, I promise.”
“Please Eddie, come quick.”
“I’ll break the sound barrier for you.”
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carolmunson · 11 months
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okay, since some of you asked for it:
unpopular opinion but i don’t actually think eddie was a nice soft boy at all. dustin and mike are literally afraid to ask him to move hellfire. ‘he’s always revved up,’ implying that he’s always like this, always a little close to snapping. he’s not nice to them when he asks them to find a replacement. he also guilt trips them about 'taking them in like lost sheep' and shoves them off to find a replacement instead of keeping lucas included. which is why i don't understand the 'fierce protector of his friends' take because he's so quick to drop lucas just because he's 'moved to the dark side.' aka, throwing balls into laundry baskets.
which leads me to when he gets up on the table, people are not trying to fuck around with him. this is a common occurance, people are not surprised to see him up there and yelling. they aren't surprised that he's making a spectacle of himself. if eddie was soft and sweet, he would’ve gotten beat up. if eddie was soft and gentle, he'd probably be scared of jason. guys like jason in the 80s loved being macho and punching out losers — eddie just gave him the devil horns and called it a day. eddie’s absolutely gotten in fist fights before and won (his dad is a literal criminal!) otherwise someone would've thrown something or told him to shut the fuck up. people are scared of him, even his own friends! there’s more reasons than just playing DND and metal that make town certain that he’s a cult leader. you don't just assume someone is a murderer if they haven't shown any interest in violence before, especially considering his dad was likely a shitty dude. he even bullies erica when she first shows up to hellfire and only respects her when she bullies him back and bests him. he is someone you have to EARN respect from. he will never respect anyone outright or be understanding outright. he doesn't fully respect dustin or mike to start either, he views them as underlings.
even chrissy assumes he's going to be mean and scary, there's gotta be reason behind that. he's not nice or kind in school, which is likely a defense mechanism. he’s sweet with chrissy because he likes her, he has a crush on her. it’s very clear that he has since he was a kid, otherwise why would he bring up them hanging out in middle school? why would he even remember that if he hasn’t been pining for her this whole time? he admits too, albiet flirtily, that he thought SHE'D be mean and scary too, because he doesn't like people 'like that', people he assumes are 'on the dark side'. i’m sure he hoped they’d kiss a little when she went to his trailer. he's even a little sarcastic when she's there, again, defensive. 'the maid took the week off'. but ultimately, he's nice to her because he wants to kiss her and has a crush on her. i don't think it's because he's fully 'showing her who he really is'.
also he's a literal drug dealer????? like?????
he only becomes more gentle and open with dustin and co. when he gets pulled into the upside down/vecna stuff because he needs support. they grow a bond over shared trauma. and i do believe eddie had a big brother type relationship with dustin, but just like steve he loves him begrudgingly 'i love you, you little shit bag' kind of shit. i do believe he liked and cared for his friends but i also think he always had a big layer of mean kid armor on because he had a hard life growing up. how i percieved the character is 'mean bully whose secretly nice but is mean and boisterous and loud as a cover' trope. when he explains that his father taught him to hotwire, he seems bitter about it. of course he is, all the other kids were learning to play ball. but he obviously still retains this information and a whole bunch of other crime tricks from his dad. he's BEEN partaking in this shit. he KNOWS he's a shitty guy. you don't just get taught how to hotwire once and then suddenly know how to do it years later. he's done it before! multiple times! he has practice! he likely knows about warzone cause his daddy absoLUTELY had a gun or two. his dad probably took him there once. he was pulled left and right into bad shit growing up and that will HARDEN YOU. wayne says that murder 'ain't in his nature' and i'm sure it's not. i'm sure he's different with wayne, but idk, to me, it doesn't erase the fact that outwardly, i don't think eddie was nearly as sweet and gentle as people think he is canonically. i think he's a very hardened and tortured person and that even becomes clear with his reaction to chrissy's death and how he goes about things going forward. he was a weird kid with weird interests in a cookie cutter conservative town, had a criminal father, and an unconventional family situation in the 70s and 80s, that shit'll fuck you up and over -- look at boomers y'all! they are emotionally stunted! but, i could go on forever with this character analysis. so i'll stop here. but -- in the words of the real housewives reunion meme: that's MY OPINION!
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dailystobin · 2 years
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#something something the scene in the bathroom in season two when nancy calls steve out on his "let's try to be normal because i don't want to face the things that happened to us because then it'll make it real and then i won't be normal" bullshit and made him face all of the little cracks in the perfect image he kept trying to show people when he was clearly struggling with the weight of everything and how if it weren't for that one night in the bathroom where nancy was so fucking drunk and so fucking tired of pretending like any of that made them happy when it didn't, he would have never been at the wheeler's that one day dustin needed someone to help him, dustin would have never went looking for him at scoops to ask for help with the russians, robin would never have been roped into it all and they wouldn't have become Steve and Robin, they would've simply just been co-workers, or not even that at all - just like they talked about. and steve - steve looked so fucking heartbroken when robin told him that they sat near each other for a year and he never even noticed because in his core steve had always been just. lonely. tommy h was never his friend, carol was never his friend, he didn't like who he was when he was with those people, not like he likes being robin's schmuck. not like he likes babysitting a bunch of mean teenagers. not like he likes being dustin henderson's big brother. not like he likes running straight into danger to protect the people he cares about. because then he doesn't feel lonely. and he probably thinks about all of the time that he's wasted with people he didn't even like trying to hold up an image that doesn't even matter in the end when he could've just. been hanging out with the "band nerds" he made fun of around his pool to try and "impress" nancy the whole time. because robin is a band nerd and robin has made him laugh harder than he's laughed in a long time, and robin was a baby who took six months longer to learn how to walk, the same way that he was a baby who crawled backwards because it made sense to him. robin who has a mother who criticizes her for things she cannot change, the same way he has a dad that doesn't really care about him. the same robin who never had a friend who knew her the way she always wanted to be known and accepted and loved her anyway, the same way that he has never had a friendship (that was his own age*) that just. saw him at his worst. hated him, even. but got to know him, aka the steve post breakup and the steve who wears a sailor outfit and the steve whose best friend is a 13 year old and is surrounded by kids who love him so much and. stays. and trusts him. because she likes who he is when he's not being, you know, "Bullshit Steve". and so when steve says "i should've been hanging out with this girl the whole time", in my head, it really just translates as "i wish i had known you sooner because then maybe i wouldn't have been so lonely and things could have been - not better because this is hawkins - but. not as bad." and you know he really means it because he's the dingus waking up at dawn just to drive robin to school and wait around until he has to work every single morning because thank GOD nancy wheeler got drunk and called him bullshit in the bathroom of a halloween party..... or whatever you know like i'm totally cool about steve harrington and robin buckley's Platonic with a Capital P soulmatism anyway lol
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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months
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When I'm with you, I feel like I'm home
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PAIRING ⇒ Girlfriend!Natasha Romanoff x Girlfriend!Florist!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT ⇒ 1.5K
SUMMARY ⇒ Getting married is something Natasha has not even considered until she met you and fell head over heels in love. Now, it's all she can think about; she wants nothing more than to call you her wife.
RATING ⇒ Teen (T)
WARNINGS/TAGS ⇒ Established relationship ~ Girlfriends, use of pet name (Printsessa, Detka), tooth-rotting fluff.
A/N ⇒ This one-shot is my first attempt at writing for my favorite Russian spy and assassin, Natasha Romanoff! A part of this story is based on this Instagram reel, which is the perfect opportunity to put it to use. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this; you're an angel 💜
EVENTS Masterlist ⇒ @fluffbruary ⇒ Engagement Masterlist ⇒ @anyfandomaubingo ⇒ Florist!Reader Masterlist ⇒ @lgbtqbingo ⇒ Free space
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Banners: Yours truly ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ GIF: Source
Main Masterlist ⇒ Natasha Romanoff Masterlist
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The day you met Natasha is engraved into your memory as one of the happiest days in your life because even though you didn't know it then, she would become a more significant part of your life than you could have imagined.
It's a slow day in your flower shop, but it's nice to take a break from the rush you always have during summer and early fall - also known as peak wedding season. There are still weddings throughout the rest of the year where you will be providing the flowers, and you have an appointment today for one of those.
A few fresh bouquets are now proudly standing in the front of the store, waiting to be picked up and gifted or put in a vase and be the center of attention in every room they'll be standing in. There's still a little time before your appointment, so you get a binder with different photos ready, sweep the floor, and tidy up the rest of the store.
Not much later, the tiny bell above your door rings, and you turn your head to see a long, broad-shouldered blonde man and a small but equally strong-looking woman next to him. You instantly recognize them as Captain Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, and Natasha Romanoff, aka Black Widow—two of the original six Avengers.
''Hi, and welcome to Blooming Garden!'' you say in a cheery voice as you put the broom to the side, ready to greet them properly for their appointment. As you approach them, you take in Natasha's slender form, and you can't help but feel a warmth coursing through your veins and settling on your cheeks as you shake Natasha's hand and introduce yourself.
Her eyes roam over your body, admiring the dress you're wearing. It is a very flattering dress, perfectly accentuating every curve of your body. When she looks at your face, she can't help but feel like she's looking at an angel, as your soft features instantly make her feel like she came home. Your soft, pink lips give a graceful smile before you lead the way for the appointment, which is over too soon for her liking.
Steve paid the down payment for the flowers they had chosen, and after one last goodbye, they walked out of the store, leaving you behind with a bit of an empty feeling in your chest, like something was missing. It turns out Natasha had the same feeling, too, and not long after, the little bell rang again, and she walked back in, this time with her number written on a small piece of paper.
''If you want to go out for coffee sometime, you can text me on this number,'' she says before quickly running out the door again and on her way to her emergency mission. She couldn't leave without leaving a piece of herself behind, afraid she would never see you again if she didn't go back. Ultimately, she's thrilled she did indeed go back.
That same evening, you sent her a text, and even though it took a few days for her to reply, your heart skipped a beat when you saw her name pop up on your phone screen. You met for coffee and even went on a few more dates after that until you couldn't take it anymore, and you asked her to be your girlfriend.
You're visiting Natasha at the Avengers Compound today, and even though all the Avengers knew you and Natasha were friends, they didn't realize just how close you two were. They accidentally walked in on both of you as you asked her to be your girlfriend.
She's seated on the couch, her back against the plush cushions of the large piece of furniture, and you're straddling her lap with both your knees on either side of her legs. Her fiery red hair hangs loosely around her head, and you can't stop running your hands through the soft locks. Her hands are placed on your waist as she occassionally tickles you, pulling a fit of giggles from your chest that she will never get enough of.
''Nat, stop! I can't ask you to be my girlfriend if you keep tickling me!'' you say between giggles, and when you notice her eyes going wide, you instantly realize what happened.
''A-Are you- I mean, you want to be my girlfriend?'' Natasha asks, a hint of insecurity laced in the way she phrases the question. Your face drops at her words, and you guide your hands to cup her cheeks, looking straight into her eyes as you carefully express your following words.
''Yes, I do want to be your girlfriend, more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life. Being with you makes me feel like I can be myself, and life is just a little brighter with you around. Whether we're hanging out together in my flower shop or doing silly things anywhere else, there's no one I'd rather want to do that with than you, Nat. So, what do you say? Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and be my girlfriend?''
She looks at you with pure love and adoration in her eyes, and she nods her head before leaning in to capture your lips in a soft, gentle kiss that has both your hearts soaring. At that time, you didn't realize all the other Avengers had an entire show because they were curious about the giggling from the living room not long ago.
They all start clapping and whooping in excitement, and you pull away before burying your face in Natasha's neck, a broad smile adorning your face. From that moment on, you two are practically inseparable, and being away from her during her missions is always a challenge, but the reunion is worth it every single time.
Nearly four years later, Natasha plans to take the next step in your relationship. She never thought about getting married, but you have shifted something inside her that has her wanting to call you her wife. Whereas she previously never cared about anyone that deeply, you have shown her a love she never even thought existed, and she wants to bring your passion to the next level.
And so, after a few long months of planning, the day has finally arrived. The engagement ring is in the pocket of her jeans as you're taking a stroll over the beach in Florida, where you're currently for a weekend getaway together. Your fingers are laced together, and your sundress flows in the soft breeze from the ocean.
''Printsessa, can I talk to you about something?'' Natasha asks as she stops you in your tracks before going to stand in front of you. The sunset casts a beautiful light over both of you, and Natasha's hair has a fiery glow, making her look even more stunning than usual.
''Of course, is something wrong?'' you ask with furrowed brows, but she kisses your lips softly to calm your mind before starting off her story.
''Some souls instantly click. Words can't quite explain whether you're lovers, best friends, soulmates, or something so special. You accept this person for everything they are, and they would never let you be anything other than your beautiful, imperfect self. These are the souls you encounter and know in the first moment that you were supposed to cross paths,'' Natasha starts, and there are already tears welling in your eyes as you realize what's happening.
"Your presence makes me feel safe and calm like I am home whenever I'm with you. You're undoubtedly the most special I've had the privilege to love - no distance, time, or person could come between our bond. Your kindness, softness, sincerity, and unconditional love make me feel better because life is better with you in it. Your soul is my happy place, comfort, sunshine, and everything, and I could not imagine life without you in it. And because of that, I want to ask you something.''
Natasha lets go of your hands before wiping away some of her tears, sinking on one knee after getting the ring out of her pocket. The sunset casting an angelic glow over you makes the moment perfect.
''Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest soul in the universe and become my wife?''
''Yes, Detka, I will marry you!'' you exclaim, and when the ring is put on your finger, she jumps up and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a breathtaking kiss that has your heart going a mile a minute from pure excitement.
When she pulls away, the realization sinks in, and the happy tears can't stop flowing down your cheeks. You're going to marry the love of your life, and you can't wait for the entire world to know how much you love each other. Life was great before you met Natasha, but this moment completes it.
You both continue your walk down the beach, walking into the sunset together. Today marks the start of the rest of your lives together, and you can't wait to see what life will bring your way.
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upsidedownwithsteve · 7 months
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I’m so happy you’re up for writing for WTTW! It’s one of my all time faves, can’t believe it’s been a year?!
Please could I request a cute little blurb set during the drive back maybe? Something cute and loved up and maybe a little smutty (for the sluts) (aka me)
Or anything else from this AU you feel like writing!
🥰
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“Pull over.”
“What?”
“Pull over.”
You were on a road outside of a town in Utah, Carmel and the ocean long left behind. It was almost dusk, that golden kind of light draping over the canyons, making the desert landscape look pink, like a dream. Everything was cotton candy, soft and sweet, including the boy driving.
“D’you need to pee or something?” Steve asked and he peered down at the map that was thrown across your legs. “There should be a gas station somewhere along here if—”
“Or something,” you replied, your answer vague enough to have Steve frowning but he was already pulling off of the road, pink and red dust kicking up from the wheels.
“What’s wrong? Are you ok— oh.” He realised what was happening when you arched up, hips lifting from the seat, just enough for you to hook your fingers into the sides of your underwear and peel them down from underneath your dress. “Oh my god, okay, yeah.”
His belt was unbuckled instantly, a comical quickness to his actions, the buckle hitting the door panel with a thud and he was sliding the divers seat back quicker than he could keep up with, his other hand hitting the horn.
It was all laughter into mouths, pretty, sweet, urgent kisses over the stick shift and Steve wasn’t shy about urging you into his lap. He kissed you until you were breathless, until the sky went from pink to lavender and the clouds in the distance rolled a little closer. It wasn’t a busy road per se, definitely sleepy at this hour but headlights flashed over your both as an old truck blurred past and it just made everything a little more exciting.
Steve was making the nicest noises, needy gasps and groans as you rocked over him, his jeans unbuckled just enough to free his cock and he threw his head back at the feel of how wet you were, letting you nip and lick at his throat, his jaw.
And when he got close and the stars started to blink from between the rock formations, Steve gripped your hip with one hand and urged you to ride him faster, the windows wet with condensation, the car rocking in the most obvious way. He used his free hand to slip down the straps of your dress from your shoulders, tugged the flowery material down over your tits until you were wearing it around the middle of your waist like a belt.
You were so on show it was obscene.
“I’m close,” you moaned and Steve just thrust up to keep you, cock sliding in and out with slick sounds.
You grabbed at his hair, tugging, gazing down at him with hazy eyes. He was tanned, sunkissed and freckles with his lips pink and parted for you, staring right back with pupils blown wide.
“Christ, you’re so pretty,” he murmured and his voice was gone, wrecked. “Gonna come for me? Just for me?”
You nodded, gasping, pulling at his hair until he groaned and took over, holding your hips still so he could fuck up into you until you came, clenching down on him.
And if that happened in every place you stopped on the way home, well. That wasn’t a vacation story you needed to share with friends.
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chrisevansxmalereader · 2 months
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The Stuttering Mess!
Steve Rogers x Male Reader (Fluff)
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M/n was a new addition to the avengers having joined them about 6 months ago now, this meant that yes he went on dangerous missions but, never alone. He always has at least one person there supervising/ helping him during said missions.
One person in particular always offered to go with him, that said person being the captain himself Steve Rogers aka Captain America. In the beginning M/n thought the guy was very quiet never really speaking making M/n think the older avenger didn't really like him alot or wanted to keep a professional relationship.
You'd think that verbal communication would be needed but with those two it was like they read each other's minds with how well they worked together. Well one can read the other's mind,  M/n had the power of telepathy and telekinesis though, he didn't always rely on it. He was very efficient in hand to hand combat having always trained Nat and Cap on his free time. That in itself made it so there isn't much need to read Steve's mind.
Then came the day that he found out why. The avengers had a meeting to assign the missions to each person. Steve got up and began to speak.
Steve:A-Alr-right, s-so the missions coming up a-are,uuuuh…
Tony:”And here I thought that old computers were the only things to glitch.Hahaha. Here let the leader take over Capsicle. Don't want to fry your brain over this.”
Clint: “ I mean you'd think that the symbol of hope for the troops would be able to speak. Hahah.Hahaha. 
This continued as the two began to go back and forth. Cap stayed quiet and took a seat next to M/n. Seeing that he was upset he gently squeezed the other man's shoulder and gave him a small smile and looked away to hear the mission debriefing. He didn't notice that the action caused the older man to blush. As always the two were paired up with a snide remark from Tony 
Tony:“M/n you'll be on senior citizen's watch and work with Cap”
M/n: “I'd rather work with Cap than babysit you so, thanks.”
Clint: “ It was a joke kid, no need to be so uptight.”
M/N: “Oh is that what that is. I thought it was another attempt at being a relevant member. You know since not many people know or care about Hawkeye.”
The laughter had quickly died as they knew that the younger one could easily air out some dirty laundry of theirs. The debriefing continued as the others received their missions. The meeting soon ended and they all went their separate was but Steve stopped M/n by tapping his shoulder.
Steve: “ Th-Thanks for that. You d-didint need to.”
M/n: “It's fine. Trust me I've been waiting for a reason to call him out on something. He doesn't sit right with me. Besides I'd like to think that we're friends and friends stick up for each other.”
Steve nods and lightly blushes thinking the other avenger didn't notice him. They then went and got ready and went on their mission and finished it quickly and returned before the others did. Though it was quick the mission required quite a bit more telepathic use from the young man and he just went to his room to rest. Throughout the time he's spent with the younger avenger he's always enjoyed working with him. His personality, charm and work ethic always lured Steve in. At first he thought that he just admired him. Since unlike many super humans with powers he didn't only rely on them but instead worked his ass off and became a threat in almost any situation. The guy knew his way around weapons, hand to hand combat and was incredible for spy missions. Today's mission involved going undercover and in this case M/n had to flirt with a woman and to sat that it had Steve feeling a certain way is an understatement. He felt jealousy and while watching the interaction he wished he was the one M/n was flirting with. His mind wondered as the interaction became a little heated and blusher when he realized what was going through his head. On their way back he was quiet and knew he would have to act fast but he was scared. What if he's not into men, if he was would he be interested in Steve? Better yet would he be repulsed by Steve and not want to be friends anymore. 
Steve: “I can't lose my only friend here, I already lost Buck, I can't lose him too. I'll have to think of a way to see how he'd react but how?......I think maybe some flowers could work…. I could leave a note but not have my name on it? Yea that'd work. Though I'll have to do it when the others arrive so he wouldn't be able to catch on so fast.
. He knows for a woman a bouquet of flowers does the trick. At least that's what Bucky would tell him. With that in mind he went out and bought a bouquet of roses. Once bought he wrote a note to him. 
Time skip
The next day when a few other avengers arrived and M/n was still asleep he left the bouquet and note in front of the younger avengers door and did his best to quietly run away. An hour later M/n exited his room and almost crushed the flowers but pulled his leg back before his foot came into contact with them. Picking them up he noticed that a paper fell to the ground. He picked up and saw it was addressed to him. 
Dear M/n 
For quite some time I've come to admire you, your charismatic personality and charm have reeled me in the moment we first met. I'm not sure that you would be interested in me so I thought this would be the best course of action. Also to make sure that this doesn't affect anything if you don't like me ill be staying anonymous.  If you don't like flowers or me you can throw them out. I love you truly. Hope you love these flowers as I have grown to love you.
Sincerely, your secret admirer!
…..
The note being smudged around the Sincerely as if the person forgot that they wanted to stay anonymous. He looked at the flowers and brought them inside and got ready for the day. Throughout the day he was in thought wondering who it could have been.
M/n: “Tony and I don't really get along, Clint I can straight up cross off. Maybe Thor?..... nah he'd have been direct and the writing doesn't suit him. Parker?..... maybe….. nah doubt it. Barely even met the kid…… the writing is well done too well for a kid his age…..hmmmm that leaves one person. 
Deep in thought he didn't realize he walked into the last suspect on his list. Steve Roger's himself.
M/n :” Oop sorry Steve didn't see u there..”
Steve: “ I-Its Al-alright. You l-looked deep i-in thought.”
M/n: “Yea I was. “Well let's test out the suspicion” You know the weirdest thing happend this morning.”
Steve: “O-Oh ye-yeah?” “Please don't hate it. Please” Wh-What h-happened?”
One thing M/n has picked up on is that when Steve is nervous his stuttering acts up even more than usual. On top of that he was reading the older man's thoughts.
M/n: “Yea, someone left flowers at my door with a note.”
Steve: “Please say that you liked them…. Please don't hate them.” O-Oh really, t-that i-is weird. S-Secret admire m-maybe?”
M/n: “ Yea probably, but why me? Not much too me if you ask me.”
Steve: “Can't make it obvious. Steve play it cool.” “I-I -m-mean there's a-alot t-to y-you. I-m s-sure you h-have a fffew people h-here t-that c-c-can a-agree.”
M/n: “Doubt that. I don't get along with many of the others. I can tolerate them but even that's a stretch. I just hope that I can figure it our soon. Wouldn't mind giving them a chance.
Steve: “Doubt you would if it was a guy”
M/n: “Doesn't matter the gender honestly. Preferably a guy, always had a thing for them. Hope that doesn't make thing awkward. I know you grew up in a not so accepting time of that.”
Steve: “N-No n-not at all. I-I knew a-a few g-gay p-people b-b-b-back then-nn.” 
M/n: “Oh right I forgot you always stood up for the little guy even if you yourself were literally little.*Chuckle* I always admired that about you.”
Steve:”I hope you can love me though” Y-Yea I-I always d-di-did.”
M/n: “Well as much as I'd love to chat I gotta go play detective. Wish me luck!”
Steve: “G-G-go-good l-luck-” “I hope you end up loving the answer when you find it.”
As M/n walked away he heard that last thought his heart broke hearing the sad tone of the thought. 
M/n: “Maybe I should just tell him I know….” 
Before he could turn back he heard Jarvis calling for him.
Jarvis: “Master M/n Director Fury is waiting for you in his office, says it's urgent.”
M/n: “Damn it”
Timeskip 
It's been two weeks since Steve had given M/n the flowers, though before the younger man can tell him how he feels Fury had assigned him to train some new recruits that had some telekinetic powers like him and obviously he was the best candidate for that. The problem was that this new trainee needed a ton of supervision as they didn't even know how to control their powers at all so M/n was too busy to talk to his friend/ crush. Interestingly though every morning he'd always find a new little note or gift at his door. It was becoming the thing he looked forward to in the morning. This morning was like every other one. He opened the door to reveal a little bear holding a small bouquet of flowers with a note. 
Dear M/n though you've been busy just know that I love you and wait for the day for you to figure out who I am. I can't wait for you to be in my arms and to be able to hold you.
M/n: “I should really tell him. I'm starting to run out of room for these little gifts of his.” 
This was a bit of an exaggeration but. He already wanted to tell him and he's getting tired of not seeing his friend's face. Though when he went to look for him he couldn't find him at all. He went to Tony since he'd probably be the only one that'd know and that's around.
M/n: “Hey asshat, where's Steve?
Tony: “Good morning to you as well. He's on a mission.”
M/n: “Seriously? Without me?”
Tony: “ Yea I'm surprised they let the geyser out without his little caretaker.”
M/n: “.....I can't wait for the day your suit fails on you and die.”
Tony: “That's a little dark for a boy your age isn't it?”
M/n: “Your ego is a bit much for a philanthropist, isn't it? Then again it's self proclaimed.”
Tony: “At least I'm not someone geysers care taker. I mean why do you hangout with him? The guy can barely speak without almost biting his tongue off. You got some old person kink or something.” 
M/n: “ Better than being a borderline pedophile. And for your information, it's because he's a genuinely good person, unlike you who does it just to make yourself look good.”
With that he left before the billionaire could respond. So his day continued as he taught the newbie how to calm his mind to work on his powers. That's how the rest of the week went, no flowers, no gift, no Steve. By mid way of the following week he finally got the newbie to control the mind control aspect and how to block others from reading his mind. The kid then finally left saying that he was offered a place in Xavier's School, which he was glad about. Not that he hated the kid, he just wasn't one to enjoy training “kids”. It was mainly since Steve wasn't here and he felt weird not being on a mission, more importantly he knew what the others thought of Steve's stuttering. A week had past and he was worried since most missions he went on with Steve didn't take this long. Apparently the mission was with Natasha. She can handle herself but he knew that she also wasn't a fan of the stutter and preferred not to work with Steve. And since Steve is self conscious of said problem he would try to not talk because of it. He was restless and hanging in the tower with Tony and Clint didn't make his mood any better. Thor was tolerable but still didn't necessarily help him not be worried. 
The day came when the two came back and he was in the lobby when he saw the two come in. Natasha looked pissed and Steve seemed to have no emotion on the outside, but one thing that M/n learned was he does this to hide the fact that he's beating himself up. He walked up to his friend which shocked the older man at first until he saw the sympathetic look that the younger avenger had on his face. They went somewhere else private and just let him take out his frustration on his punching bag. Though what shocked him was that Steve began to tear up. Upon instinct he pulled the blonde man in for a hug and did his best to comfort him. It was a few minutes till he calmed down. During that time telepathic male was listening in on his thoughts and hugged him tighter.
Steve: “God DAMN IT I CANT DO ANYTHING RIGHT!!! THIS DAMN STUTTER!!!!!! I CANT DO A SINGLE JOB RIGHT!!!! Why do they even have me here…. We almost died ,and it's my fault…..W-Why d-does he even p-put up with me?..... He probably just pities me.. J-Just like B-Bucky…. I just wish had died back then…. T-Then m-aybe, j-just maybe no one w-would be in d-anger cause of me.
The older blonde was in his thoughts sinking deeper and deeper into the dark sea of self hatred until a light could be seen that brought him out. That light was the voice of the man he fell for.
M/n: “ Don't you dare think like that. You hear me. You're an amazing man, honorable, kind, sincere, and strong. Just because non of these assholes know how to work with you doesn't mean that it's your fault. They've had time to get used to it, and the fact that they haven't says a lot about them. 
Steve: “B-B-but the m-m-mission ffffffaild c-cause I co-couldn't g-get the w-wo-words out. Sh-She almost d-d-died.”
M/n:” Maybe she should've been aware of her surroundings more. Kinda hypocritical since that's what she always preached to me when she trained me.”
Steve: “.....W-why  do you p-put up w-wi-with me?”
M/n: *sigh* “It's the same reason that you leave me those little gifts with the cute little notes……. It's c-cause I-I love you...”
Steve: “........w-wha-what….?”
Though they couldn't see each other they can feel the heat on each other's face signaling that they are blushing. Steve couldn't believe what he heard. Maybe he finally lost it. Maybe it's a prank?
M/n: “It's no kind of joke…. I've grown very fond of you and that fondness turned to love. I was scared that you'd either hate me or reject my feelings, so I never told you and tried to hide it.”
Steve: “But h-how'd di-did-you know?”
They pulled away and now Steve could see the blush on the young avenger making his face even cuter that it's been. He also saw his eye full of what he's never noticed before. Love, his eyes were full of love for the blonde. 
M/n: “Since the first time you left me one. I read your mind. Now I know you wouldn't like it but you kind of didn't leave me much evidence that it could be anyone else.”
Steve: “T-Then why-why not-t t-t-ell me?”
M/n: “I-I was going to but Fury had called me into his office before I could go back and tell you.”
Steve was still in shock. He thought that maybe he knew and stopped wanting to talk to the older dirty blonde. Now he knew that the other male was serious. Looking back at it, when he'd interact with him when he first started he was always blushing. His shocked expression softened to a gentle smile. His body acted on its own accord and pulled in the shorter man into a kiss and embraced him in his warmth. He felt the shock the other male felt but then soon felt him kiss back. Steve pulled back and rested his head on the other man's forehead. He opened his eyes and swore he could go just then. He saw M/n's eyes looking back at him with love and adoration and could see him smiling back at him. They kissed once more and pulled away. Steve was the first to speak, though it was more of a whisper.
Steve: “You have n-no idea how m-much I've w-anted t-to do that-t.”
M/n: “Could say the same to you.” 
Steve: “S-So what d-does this mm-make uss?
M/n: “ What do you want us to be?”
Steve: “Boyfriends”
M/n: “Good. Because it would have been awkward that only one of us wanted that.”
They kissed once more in agreement. Months later they shared the news with the others when a new member by the name of Sam Wilson came around. He quickly accepted the two and even became Steve's best friend. He even introduced him to a speech therapist to help with the stutter. So life was starting to look up for Steve as he finally had a great support system with him now. 
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Written by: @bass582
Seriously big thanks to him because he has been such a huge help during this writer's block and I'm finally starting to get back in the groove of things but go follow him, he's amazing. VERY, VERY slowly but it's getting better.
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supercap2319 · 19 days
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To be clear, Peter wasn't spying. Honest, he wasn't. He was getting to know all the Avengers like Mr. Stark had suggested before he left for his business trip out of state. And that's exactly what Peter was going to do.
He had met with a few of the Avengers. He met Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton in the living room, watching Brave. He met Dr. Bruce Banner on his way to his laboratory. Peter unfortunately hadn't gotten the chance to meet Thor since the Asgardian was back on Asgard. He met the twins, Wanda and Pietro. That's when Peter went down to the gym area to meet Captain America. The Captain America.
He practiced on what he was going to say in the elevator. "Hello, Peter. I'm Captain America. No, that's not right. Damn it." Peter cursed as the doors opened up, and he stepped outside to the sounds of fighting going on. He quickly followed the noises to see Captain America in a sparring match. He saw the Captain sprinting around the room as he leaned upward and tossed his shield with a mighty throw. The shield in question was heading towards someone wrapped in red mist-like energy. The shield was stopped in mid-air before being lodged in the wall on the opposite side of the room.
Peter let out a small gasp as he looked upon the person who had flung Cap's shield backwards. He was probably the most handsomest guy that Peter had ever seen. Wait, why did I just think that about a guy? I like girls, and only girls, right? Peter thought to himself.
The young man was brought out of his thoughts when the guy spoke. "Are you going easy on me, Steve? Tony said being an old man makes you a pushover." He teased.
Peter snickers at his joke, which caught the attention of both men as the guy hovered back to reality and Captain America, aka Steve, took off his helmet and smiled. "Let me guess. You're the kid Tony's been telling us about, right? Patrick? Preston?"
"P-P-Peter, sir, I mean Captain. Captain America, sir. Peter Parker." Peter stammered.
"Peter Parker, eh?" The guy said with a smirk. "And here I thought Tony liked calling you 'Underoos.'"
Peter blushed hard. "That was a codename that I did not agree to."
"Well, Peter Parker. Welcome to the snakepit. I'm Y/N. Y/n Maximoff." He smiled.
"Maximoff? Like Pietro and Wanda?" Peter asked.
"Older brother and sister. I'm the baby."
"Hey, Y/N? You mind if we wrap up for today? Sam is taking me and Bucky to get a new motorcycle and I gotta get a shower in." Steve said.
"Not at all. I'm sure Peter here can keep me company." Y/N smiled and Peter's heart fluttered seeing it.
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bramble-berries · 5 months
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I'd stand on the corner, embarrassed with a picket sign (part 1)
(aka that witch!eddie and hoh!steve fic i was talking about)
Eddie learned the craft from his mom. Witchcraft, to be clear. It was the only thing she’d left him with when she’d walked out on him and his dad when Eddie was only thirteen. That, and an ancient amethyst ring Eddie still wore on a silver chain around his neck, along with the first guitar pick his Uncle Wayne had given him.
Eddie was sentimental like that. But his mother had always told him, objects held power. Which was probably at the root of his packrat tendencies, but he was twenty-six and he wasn’t about to change now. 
It was nearing midnight on a Tuesday night and Eddie sat on the sunken couch in his apartment. A cigarette curled smoke about his head as he laid cards out before him on the coffee table, studying the images intently as a Pink Floyd concert streamed on the flat-screen. He absently reached for the remote to turn down the volume as he considered the spread.
The Two of Wands reversed, Strength, and the Ten of Cups.
Fucking Strength again. Eddie had drawn that card very nearly every day for the past two months. Ever since his new neighbor had moved in. 
Eddie took a drag off his cigarette and tapped black-painted nails thoughtfully on the coffee table. He glanced up when a long furry white shape scrabbled up onto the table and hopped around the cards. Eddie’s familiar, a small white ferret, made a grab for the Strength card and Eddie hastily snatched it out of her teeth. He glared at her and she met his gaze with eyes like shiny black beetles.
“You have something to do with this, don’t you,” he accused, pointing at her with the card in his hand.
She darted away and off the table, kicking over his stack of cards as she went.
“Little shit,” Eddie grumbled to himself as he gathered up his deck and put it back in its black velvet bag.
Eddie’s phone buzzed and he fished it out of his back pocket.
unknown: hi! this is robin. i got your # from chrissy. can you do a reading tn??
Eddie sighed, glanced at the clock. He had a few places he liked to meet people for readings. Chrissy, his closest friend since high school, attended the local University. Robin was probably the same Robin that Chrissy talked about all the time, the one in her Women’s Lit class. Eddie quickly arranged to meet her at the 24-hour University library, and tried to pretend there was no reason to be anxious.
“Galadriel! Get your furry little ass out here, we’ve got work!” Eddie called as he stood and went to the door, tugging on his jacket and boots. 
The sound of tiny claws on the hardwood preceded his familiar as she scurried into the foyer, dragging one of her little sweaters.
Eddie grinned and stooped to pull the lavender sweater onto her squirming body. “Good thinking. It’s supposed to get cold tonight,” he said. He unzipped a beaten black leather backpack on the floor and Galadriel hopped in without needing to be told. He put the backpack across his chest and grabbed his helmet from the hook by the door.
The library was only a twenty minute walk, but Eddie hated walking. His breath misted in the cold October night air as he swiped water droplets off the seat of his motorcycle and mounted it. Thankfully the rain had stopped for a while, but a feeling on the back of his neck told him it wouldn’t hold off long. 
Eddie parked his bike in front of the library a few minutes later and hung his helmet on the handlebar. He crouched to check his reflection in the side mirror. He fluffed his hair, which had gone sadly flat under the helmet, and checked his teeth. He tried out his sweetest smile, then his filthiest smirk. 
He let his face fall into his hands and groaned. “It doesn’t matter. You know you’re not going to talk to him, you fucking coward,” he hissed.
Galadriel poked her head out of the backpack and nipped the meat of his hand. Eddie squawked and almost fell backwards onto his ass on the wet pavement. “Shit! Ok, I’m going! Asshole,” he grumbled. A crack of thunder boomed ominously overhead just as he mounted the steps and a rain drop hit his nose. Another thing he’d gotten from his mom: an infallible sense for weather.
Midterms were coming up for students, so the library was fairly full even at this time of  night. When he walked in, the object of his anxiety was helping a student at the front desk. Eddie passed the desk without looking up and found Robin at a secluded table in the language section. 
Robin, Eddie soon discovered, was as infatuated with Chrissy as Chrissy was with her. The question Robin had for him was whether she should break up with her girlfriend, and ask Chrissy out. Robin used the word “fine” to describe her current relationship no less than eight times. She had described Chrissy, however, with phrases like “electric smile” and “a laugh like christmas bells” and “fascinating opinions on Radclyffe Hall.” 
Eddie laid out a spread for her, and the cards just confirmed what he already knew. Robin needed to move on from this relationship that was going exactly nowhere at a turtle’s pace and roll the dice with Chrissy. 
‘You owe me, Chrissy,’ Eddie thought as he pocketed $25 from an anxious but happy Robin and gathered up his cards.
When he exited the language section, thunder rolled and rain lashed against the windows of the library. Up front he saw Steve standing behind the librarian’s desk, one hand to his ear and the other fiddling on his phone. His gaze was intent on his screen, elbows on the desk. Eddie slowed his determined walk towards the door, waffling with indecision. He felt Galadriel squirming restlessly and looked down to see her narrow musteline face peaking up at him out of the dark cavern of the open backpack. Somehow, her expression seemed accusatory. 
“I’m not a coward,” he whispered to her, defensive. “It’s rude to bother someone while they’re at work!”
Her beady eyes blinked up at him. 
Eddie clenched his teeth. “What would I even say? ‘Hey, I know we’re neighbors and we’ve said less than ten words to each other but the first time I saw you without a shirt I had to lock myself in my bedroom and jerk off about it until I could think about anything else again?’” he whispered angrily.
Two girls passed him, giggling and glancing at him. Eddie winked at them and gave a mock bow, swallowing his embarrassment behind a mischievous grin. Nothing to see here. Just a man talking to himself. One of the girls blushed and gave him a little finger wave. 
When they were gone, Eddie sighed and looked down at his familiar. “Fine,” he whispered. “I’ll talk to him. But I’m gonna say the stupidest shit just to spite you.”
Galadriel didn’t roll her eyes, because she was a ferret, but Eddie got the message loud and clear. “Shut up,” he whispered to her. Then with more confidence then he felt, he rolled his shoulders, shook out his hair, and sauntered up to the desk where Steve still stood with one hand to his ear and his eyes on his phone, brow furrowed. 
Eddie leaned on the wood surface, cleared his throat. Steve didn’t react. Eddie tapped his knuckles against the desk and Steve finally looked up, pretty hazel eyes wide and glossy pink lips slightly parted. He was wearing a smart blue button-down tucked into dark chinos that Eddie knew from experience made his ass look incredible. His lion’s mane of chestnut hair was as gravity-defying as ever, swooping over his forehead.
Eddie ignored the wild pattering of his heart, laid his hands flat on the desk to hide their shaking, put on his best smolder, the one he used when he was crooning into a microphone on stage at a local bar. “Can I apply for a library card? Because I’d like to check you out.”
Steve’s brow furrowed in consternation, and he looked down at his phone again, slid his thumb across the screen. He looked back up with an apologetic frown. “What was that? Sorry, I had to adjust my hearing aids. The noise from the storm kinda interferes.”
Eddie’s stomach dropped. Shit. Shit! He hadn’t actually meant to say something that stupid, but that’s usually how it went for him. His mouth did things his brain didn’t authorize. And Steve hadn’t even heard him. The little bit of courage he’d managed to cobble together mainly to spite Galadriel’s judging looks had melted away “Um…”
“Oh my god, is that a ferret?” Steve said.
Eddie looked down to see Galadriel had poked her furry white head out of the bag across his chest and was looking at Steve. There was definitely a sign on the door that said no animals except service animals that Eddie ignored every time he came here because his familiar was usually very good at keeping herself hidden. Except when she was being a nosey little shit. 
“I have to go! It was- nice, um- this was-,” Eddie gargled, before he gave up and turned on his heel, practically sprinting to the glass doors as he pushed Galadriel’s head back down into the bag. 
“That was a disaster!” Eddie said as he stomped back down the steps to his motorcycle. Rain pelted his hair and his leather jacket. Galadriel had smartly curled back up at the bottom of her bag. She hated rain. 
Back at the apartment, Eddie dropped his helmet and bag by the door with a sigh. Galdriel tumbled out of her bag and gave herself an indignant shake as if to dispel any responsibility for that catastrophe of an interaction. She skittered off into the apartment and Eddie followed, shedding his sopping clothes and letting them fall with wet slaps on the hardwood. He’d pick them up later. Right now he needed to dry his hair and change into some soft pajamas. 
The thing was, Galadriel was right. He was a coward. Eddie had been hopelessly infatuated with Steve from the moment he’d moved into the building two months ago. 
Eddie had been awoken out of an unusually good sleep at two in the afternoon by the sound of shouting and thumping out in the hallway. When he’d gone to investigate, ready to use his well-known freak persona to scare whoever it was into silence, he’d come face-to-flushed, sweaty face with the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen in his life. He had been moving a couch with the help of a curly-headed teenager with a gap-toothed grin. 
Eddie had stuttered something stupid, he still didn’t know if it had been his actual name, and Steve had introduced himself, dropping his end of the couch to shake Eddie’s hand, a dumb smile stretching his beautiful face. The teenager had cussed at them both with a far-too superior attitude for a literal child and Steve had fumbled to pick up the couch and continue scraping and denting both sides of the hallway as they moved his furniture into the apartment right beside Eddie’s.
Eddie had agonized for days about whether or not he should go over and formally introduce himself and maybe bring his new neighbor some homemade bread or a casserole or something. Was that something you were supposed to do for new neighbors? Or was that just when someone died? Eddie didn’t know. He also didn’t know how to cook anything more complicated than a grilled cheese. After a week he’d decided too much time had passed for it to be anything but weird to knock on his new neighbor’s door. 
And then for the following two months Eddie had sunk deeper and deeper into admiration for his pretty neighbor who sang along to pop songs and ran shirtless in the afternoons if he wasn’t playing basketball with neighborhood kids and had the sweetest smile and most expressive eyebrows and had some kind of bitchy older brother thing going with a group of rowdy teenagers that Eddie found both entertaining and endearing. Also he was a hot librarian. How was Eddie supposed to be normal about any of this?
And despite his familiar’s encouragement (read: harassment with a side of judgment) Eddie had done nothing so far to make a move. 
And now he’d made a fool of himself. At least Steve hadn’t actually heard his incredibly stupid pick-up line. That was a plus, right?
Eddie sat back down on his couch and pulled out a box of supplies he kept under the coffee table. He needed to put together some spell kits for his Etsy shop. It was almost Halloween and people went crazy for spell kits during “spooky season.” It wasn’t his favorite part of his business, as it were, but it paid the bills.
Galadriel came running out of the bedroom still in her little purple sweater, dragging Eddie’s favorite fuzzy blanket behind her. Eddie smiled reluctantly and accepted her offering. He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders as she scrabbled up onto the sofa beside him. She liked to help with the kits. 
Eddie massaged her behind the ears with his thumb and forefinger, smile fondly exasperated. “It’s alright. It’s not your fault I can’t talk to pretty guys without looking stupid.”
Galadriel hopped around to his other side happily and jumped to the table. She started pulling bags of dried herbs and tiny vials out of the box, what she knew they’d need for spell kits for communing with spirits. They were always his best sellers in October. Oddly enough, spell kits for banishing spirits were extra popular in November.
“Of course, it kind of is your fault a little bit,” Eddie teased. “You know I get extra stupid when you provoke me. I’m very suggestible.”
Galadriel chittered at him and Eddie laughed. Thunder cracked outside and rain continued to pound against the windows as he and his familiar worked at the table.
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notes: I'm going to try my best to update this every Sunday. It shouldn't be more than five parts, I think. next chapter will be Steve's pov! I will be cross-posting to ao3, but tumblr will see it first. steve's hard of hearing is not going to be part of the conflict of the story or an obstacle or anything, it's just something he's living with. I am still looking for a sensitivity reader for Steve's parts! Anyone who has personal experience with losing their hearing, hearing aids, and/or hearing dogs. Steve has been losing his hearing for years, and when he moves in next to Eddie he has just started using hearing aids and getting a home hearing dog. I want to make sure I get his part right, and that I do justice to his feelings about the new accommodations he is learning to live with.
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lives-in-midgard · 4 months
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Hi! 🩷
I saw this reel yesterday, and I instantly thought of Bucky, especially after everything he's been through as TWS and his recovery! It can be single dad!Bucky, or he's in a relationship, whichever you're more comfortable with, of course.
Thank you so much for agreeing to let me make this request, and I can't wait to see where you'll be taking this! I already know the fluff on this one will be off the charts 🥰
Real Superhero
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Bucky's adopted son goes back to school and gets a homework that surprises Bucky.
Word Count: 1645
A/N: Thank you so much @nicoline1998enilocin for giving me this sweet request! 💖I really like this video and you're right it really fits to Bucky's situation. I really hope you like how this turned out!!
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Everyone knows Bucky Barnes as the Winter Soldier. The guy who killed a lot of people and to most of them he is not a real superhero, even though he joined the Avengers and has now helped and saved a lot of people in danger. Bucky fights alongside his best friend Steve Rogers aka Captain America and the other Avengers.
There are a few people for whom Bucky is a hero. For Steve, Bucky will always be a hero, not only because he is now an Avenger, but also because he has been through a lot and has always been there for him, Sam, Natasha, and the other Avengers. And of course, for the people he saved, but there is also one special person in Bucky’s life. For him, Bucky will always be the best and greatest hero of all time, even if Bucky isn’t really sure about that. Even though Bucky sometimes gets on this little guy’s nerves when he doesn’t do his homework or clean his room. I’m talking about Bucky’s adopted son Steven, or Steve as Bucky and everyone usually call him. Which can sometimes be a bit confusing and funny at the compound.
Bucky saved him when he was very little. Bucky and Steve brought him to the Avengers compound and took care of him. Bucky felt responsible for this little boy and decided to adopt him. Because they didn’t know his name, he called him Steven, in honor of Steve and everything they had been through. Bucky took good care of little Steve, and the other Avengers helped him. When Steven got older and had to go to school, Bucky decided to move away from the compound and no longer go on missions. Of course, the Avengers, especially Steve, Sam and also Natasha helped him and came to visit whenever they had time. Sometimes Bucky and little Steve would come to visit his aunts and uncles on the compound.
It was Steve’s first day of school in third grade. Bucky made his lunchbox while his little son ate his cornflakes. When Bucky was finished, he put the lunch box in Steve’s school bag. Then he looked at Steve and noticed that he wasn’t eating much and was really quiet. So, Bucky walked closer to him and knelt in front of his son.
“Hey, what’s wrong, Bud?” Bucky asked.
“I’m so nervous, daddy.”
“Oh, Stevie, you don’t have to. Remember you will see all your friends again.” That brought a smile to Steve’s face.
“You ’re right, dad. I can’t wait to see them again.” He said with excitement and made Bucky happy as well. Steve jumped up from the chair and hugged his dad. Bucky smiled to himself and hugged his son tightly.
“But now it’s time to go to school, buddy.”
“Can we call Uncle Steve and Aunt Nat later?” Bucky had to chuckle.
“Of course, we can.” Bucky said and then they made their way to the car. They drove to school and when they arrived, Bucky wanted to go with him to Steve’s classroom, but his son insisted on going alone. After a brief argument, Bucky agreed and knelt down to hug Steven and kissed his forehead. As his son walked away, he turned back to wave at his father. Bucky waved back with a smile and once he knew that his kid was save at school, he went back to his car and drove home.
When Bucky had to pick up his son from school, he waited outside with some other parents. After a few minutes the children came running out and he immediately looked for his son. When he saw Steve running towards him, Bucky started to smile.
“Hey, how was your day, buddy?” Bucky asked as his son stopped in front of him.
“It was so cool. All my friends were here, and we have a new teacher.” He blurted out in excitement.
“I’m so happy for you. How is your new teacher?”
“She is so cool!”
“She?”
“Yeah, Miss Y/L/N (Your last name), she even brought her dog with her.” Steve said and made Bucky curious to meet his new teacher.
Days passed and Steven always told his father a few stories about you and what a cool teacher you were. Bucky was getting more and more excited to meet you. What Bucky didn’t know was that his son also told you about him and what a great father he is. That Bucky saved him and is the best father. You always had to smile when Steven walked up to you and wanted to tell you another story about his wonderful dad. You couldn’t wait to meet Mr. Barnes.
It had been a few weeks since school started when Bucky was waiting outside the school again. He looked over at the small playground and saw a beautiful young woman standing there. He looked around and then saw his son playing there with his friends. This must be miss Y/L/N, his son’s new teacher. Bucky was stunned about how beautiful you looked.
A few minutes later his son and all the other kids came out and Bucky saw you looking over at the kids. For a second your eyes met Bucky’s and you both smiled at each other.
During the drive home, Steven told his dad about his day. When they got home, they had dinner and Steve started doing his homework. Bucky couldn’t stop thinking of you and your beautiful smile and even caught himself smiling of the thought of being the one making you smile or even laugh. After a while Steven came into the kitchen where Bucky was cleaning up the dishes.
“Daddy?” He said and Bucky immediately turned around.
“Yes, buddy?”
“Can I call Auntie Nat; I need some help with my homework?” He asked nervously.
“Sure, you can, but what’s the homework, maybe I can help as well.”
“Well…umm, we have to dress up as our favorite superhero and make a short presentation.” His son told him.
“And you want Aunt Nat’s help?” His son nodded, Bucky smiled and pulled out his phone to call Natasha. It only took a few seconds for Natasha to pick up.
“Hey Tasha, I have someone here who wants to talk to you.” Bucky said and handed the phone to his son. Natasha’s face lights up.
“It’s my favorite Steve.” She said and made them both chuckle. Natasha agreed to pick Steve up and go shopping with him.
After a few hours they came back, and Natasha had to say goodbye. Steve immediately went to his room get dressed. Bucky was curious to see which superhero his son chose. He probably chose Spiderman, Captain America, or maybe Iron Man? Bucky thought.
“I’m not looking. Are you almost ready?” Bucky asked as he knocked on the door to his son’s room.
“Yes” His son answered.
“Do you need any help?”
“No”
“Okay” Bucky said and suddenly his son walked out of his room. Bucky was confused because his son was wearing normal clothes. Well, they almost looked like something Bucky would wear.
“Wow. That is definitely not Spider Man!” Bucky said.
“He’s not a real superhero.”
“He’s not? Okay I give up. Who are you supposed to be?” Bucky asked confused but also curious.
“I’m you daddy.” His little son said. Bucky began to smile, and Steve smiled back at him. Bucky walked over to his son, knelt down and hugged him tightly. Bucky was so lucky to have him.
Bucky wasn’t sure what to expect when he picked Steve up from school the next day. But it definitely wasn’t like he was finally going to talk to you. His son came over and told him about his day when suddenly Bucky saw you walking towards him, and Bucky started to get nervous.
“Hello Mr. Barnes.” You nervously greeted him.
“Hello, miss Y/L/N. Please, call me Bucky.”
“Only if you call me Y/N.” You said but began to blush a little while Steve chuckled.
“Steve, how about you go to the playground and join your friends? I would like to talk to your dad.”
“Okay.” He said and you both watched as he ran to his friends.
“Oh, no what did he do?” Bucky asked and you had to chuckle and then smiled at Bucky.
“I can assure you, Bucky, he didn’t do anything wrong.” When you said his name, Bucky smiled.
“Actually; I wanted to compliment you on your son. He’s such a great student, always helps people and his presentation about you today was also very good.”
“He really did it about me?”
“He did, and your son is right, you really are a real superhero and one of the greatest.” You confessed, but Bucky began to get shy.
“You really believe that?” He asked.
“Of course, I do.”
“Thank you, Y/N, it means a lot to me to hear that.”
“Of course.” You said but didn’t know what else to say. But you didn’t want to leave him either. Bucky felt the same way, so he had to do something before his son came back.
“I’m not sure if this is okay, but I would really like to meet you again.”
“I would like to meet you again too, so yeah that’s okay.”
“Okay. I can give you my phone number, so you can text me whenever you have time.” Bucky said and you nodded. You handed him your phone and Bucky tipped in his number. He smiled when he handed it back to you. You said goodbye and walked away with a big smile. When Steve ran back to Bucky, you heard him say to Bucky:
“Do you like her, daddy?”
“Yeah, I really like her.” Bucky said and you had to smile because you really like him too and can’t wait to see him again.
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inmyicyworld · 10 months
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I can't let you get hurt
Bucky Barnes x Reader (brother’s best friend AU)
Summary: you have just moved to New York, where your adopted brother Steve has been living for 5 years. Desperate to make new friends, you give the dating app another go. You didn’t even think that you would have to ask for help from the person who has not left your thoughts for the past month - your brother’s best friend.
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: language, reader is Steve’s adopted sister, creepy John Walker, John is commenting reader's clothes, Bucky is a big softie, protective Bucky, idiots in love, fluff.
Author’s note: I’ve wanted to finally start writing for a long time. so I decided to share my thoughts and dreams about this man (aka my husband). English is not my first language and I’m really sorry if you find any mistakes. it’s my first attempt to trying to write in English so I hope it’s not that bad.
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Moving to New York was the idea that has been sitting in your head for a long period of time. Since your adopted brother Steve finished high school, he moved there without any money, without friends, and only with a lot of desires and dreams. You stayed in your small town with your and Steve’s adopted parents because you were only fifteen at the time. It’s been almost five years, and right now he owns an auto repair shop, and as far as you know, it’s a pretty successful place.
You knew that you had nothing to lose; you had no opportunities in your city, no close friends, and it was a really boring and gray life.
Steve only visited you two times, but you regularly spoke on the phone. So when your plane finally landed and you met him, you were kind of a crying mess. He was still your closest person, and you loved him with your whole heart. Steve was now much bigger, with broad shoulders and arms that were probably the same size as your head, but he still had that golden retriever energy, which you really loved.
Steve helped you find your apartment building, where you rented a small and cozy flat from a nice old lady. It wasn’t too much—just a bedroom and living room connected with a tiny kitchen and bathroom. Everything was clean, with light furniture and a lot of plants. It was actually surprising that this place had an affordable rent, and you were happy that luck was on your side.
On the next day, your brother finally showed you his famous place, which he owned with his now best friend Bucky Barnes. And talking about him, he was something else. A tall, big man with fluffy chocolate hair, stubble, and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen. You knew that you were fucked as soon as he looked you directly in the eyes, shook your hand, and gave you a charming smile.
You met almost everyone in the garage. All the guys were super nice and friendly, they even showed you all of their cars that they were working with. You were happy that Steve found such a family here, they were all obviously so close to each other. 
Yet, after a month here, you had almost no friends. You found a job in the coffee shop down the street, where you met an amazing redhead girl named Wanda. You chatted a lot during the work, but you two were still far from friends.
That's how you ended up here. On a date with John.
For some reason, you decided to give that stupid dating app another try. John found you there, and he seemed nice, so when on the second day he decided to invite you to a bar, you agreed without hesitation.
How long has it been since the last time someone asked you out? Year?  Yes, it was a little sad to realize that no one was particularly interested in you. Before moving to New York, all the guys you talked to seemed to only want one thing, so you had high hopes for John.
Your evening went well at first. You ordered a drink and chatted. He really seemed nice. After the second drink, you decided to stop for a bit because the alcohol started to take a toll on your head, even though John was pushing you hard with the new drink he brought you.
"You know, I think I better slow down with cocktails; I really don’t want to be drunk and embarrass myself on the first date." You pushed your glass back a little, smiling politely.
"Oh, c'mon, baby, don’t upset me." John chuckled and put his hand on yours. You awkwardly smiled, not ready for such physical contact. "You’re here alone, right?" He tilted his head, and you didn't miss how his eyes stopped at your boobs.
"Um, not exactly... I mean, I know like five people in this city, and one of them is my brother. But we don’t live together; he has his own life." John nodded his head and leaned a little closer to you.
"So it means that we can have some fun, right, baby?"
"Fun?" 
"Mhm." One of his hands stayed on top of yours, and the other one suddenly fell on your leg. Your body tensed at the feeling of his fingers as they started to rub the bare skin of your inner thigh. You definitely didn’t expect it to happen. "I’ll take an Uber; we’ll go to my place, and we can continue our night. What do you think?"
"I didn’t want to—I mean, that’s not what I was looking for—I thought that we were going to just talk and drink, you know…" You tried to take his hand off of you, but his grip only became harder.
"Don’t try to run away now, baby." He grinned. "You dressed up for me, huh? Your tight little dress that shows your boobs says it all. You just want me." You felt goosebumps all over your body because of his look. It was intense and not as innocent as it was before. You felt disgusted because of his words. You wanted to look good, yes, but seducing him wasn’t part of your plan.
So what are you going to do now? You felt unsafe, and you didn’t know how you could escape this situation. He was obviously a creep, and he just wanted to have sex with you. You can’t go home because either he won't let you go or he might find out where you live.
 "O-okay- um- just let me- I’ll go to the restroom real quick, and we can go, okay?" You nervously smiled and stood up, almost spilling your cocktail.
"Someone’s excited, huh?" He laughed, looking at your body up and down.
You left without an answer. You really went to the restroom because the bar was half empty, and John would’ve definitely seen you going out. Luckily, the restroom was empty. You locked the door and looked at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do.
You reached into your purse to get your phone. The first person that came to mind was Steve. Only long beeps were heard, and after the third call, you gave up.
"Fuck, Steve, I really need you right now." You scrolled through your contacts again. It wasn’t a lie that you knew five people from New York. Steve was not answering his phone. Your two neighbors, Natasha and Wanda from work, were not your close friends, so it would’ve been weird to call them because of this. There was a number of an old lady who rented you an apartment, and she was obviously not an option. And there was another person.
Bucky.
Calling him in this situation was the last thing you wanted to do. Hell, he probably won’t even answer you because he thinks that you’re just his best friend’s little sister, and he’ll definitely make fun of you about this stupid date. But you had no other variants.
"Hello?" He picked up his phone almost immediately, and you even forgot what you wanted to say. "Y/N? Are you okay?" His deep voice was full of worry, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.
"H-hey, Bucky. Um… I’m really, really sorry that I’m calling you, but Steve is not picking up his phone. Do you know where he is?" You walked around the small room, trying to calm down.
"Yeah, he’s meeting with some girl he's been talking about for days. He’s probably really busy right now." He chuckled, and you felt like you were about to cry. Bucky must’ve heard your breathing change because he immediately went silent. "Doll? What happened?"
"My God, it’s so stupid…" You squeezed your eyes, not wanting to cry.
"Tell me." 
"I’m at the bar. I’m on a date with a guy named John, and he became very persistent. He wants me to go to his place, but It’s- I’m not interested in this. And I can't just leave because I’m afraid that he can follow me and find out where I live… fuck I really don’t know what to do, and I wanted to ask Steve to pick me up." Your phone stayed silent for a few moments, and you already thought that he got tired of your mess and just ended the call. "Bucky?"
"Where are you? What bar? Are you in the restroom?" His voice was low, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with all of this.
"It’s that new place a few blocks away from my crib. With big neon red signs at the top. And I’m in the restroom right now."
"I’ll be there in five. Stay there and don’t open the door until you know it’s me." He said that and ended the call, leaving you nervous and excited at the same time.
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The loud knock on the door almost made you jump. Fastly, but quietly, you reached there and tried to listen for any signs of who it could be.
"I hear you. Open the door; it’s me." The familiar voice came from behind the door.
You opened the door and met Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes. He seemed a little bit out of breath, as if he had run here. You quickly scanned his body, and the fact that he was wearing your favorite leather jacket made you weak in the knees. His dark brown locks that curled at the ends almost asked you to touch them. It’s not your fault that this idiot always looked ridiculously hot every single time. 
"C’mon, let’s get you home, doll." He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the bathroom to the bar, where you immediately saw a clearly annoyed John. You saw that Bucky looked at him too, but he stopped only when you were already on the street and when your bad date ran after you, loudly calling your name. 
"Hey! Where the fuck are you going? We were supposed to go to my place! You already found someone else to fuck or what?" He yelled, grabbing your other hand at the same time. You felt Bucky quickly move you behind him while still holding your wrist. 
"Don’t fucking touch her. She’s leaving, and if I ever see you near her again, I'll rip your useless hands off. Understood?" Bucky growled, straightening his body. He was obviously bigger than John, who was now less brave. John looked at you for a few seconds as he was thinking about what he should say to you, but then just turned around and left. Apparently, you weren't worth it.
You don’t know whether it was the cool night air or this whole tense situation that made you tremble. You felt Bucky’s warm body get closer to you, and his large, calloused hand rested on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit fuzzy because you were trying so hard to hide your little, big crush on your brother’s best friend. Yeah, it was the biggest cliche, but you can’t even blame yourself. He was extremely beautiful, with those blue eyes, rosy lips, and a body that you knew was built like God's. Not to mention that Bucky was sweet and a true gentleman.
"You’re shaking, doll. Wait a second." He started to take off his jacket, and you tried to stop him.
"Bucky, no, what are you doing? You don’t have to; it’s not even that cold!" He just playfully rolled his eyes and still threw a jacket over your shoulders, leaving himself only in the tight black shirt. God, this man
A sudden wave of his cologne surrounded you. Bucky always smelled good. Something clean with a spicy and woody scent The leather was still warm from his body, and you fought against the desire to bury your nose in it. You didn't even realize that you actually did it, so when you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky, who had this annoying grin on his face.
"So you like it, huh?" He chuckled. 
"Oh, shut up; I didn't want to do that."
"Of course, doll. But we should go, I have to take you home safely, right?" Bucky said, leading you to the parking lot. To a motorcycle.
"A motorcycle?" You asked Bucky as you stepped closer to him. "No, I—where’s your car? I’ve never ridden on one of those." He had already sat there and had two helmets in his hands.
"I left it in the garage and didn’t want to make you wait here for too long. But you don’t have to worry; I know what I'm doing, and I won't let you get hurt. I promise." You came closer to him and let him put a helmet on you. You really tried not to tremble as his hands gently fixed it under your chin. "Now sit behind me and put your legs here." He pointed at the weird looking thing.
You felt weird as soon as you sat in the passenger seat. Bucky was so close, and you could feel the warmth of his body even if it was cold outside. Where should I put my hands? Hug him? Put it behind me? You awkwardly placed it on your own legs, and Bucky must’ve immediately felt your tense body because you heard a chuckle, and the next moment he grabbed your hands and put it around his waist. "You should put it right here, doll. You don’t wanna  fall, do you?"
You slightly shook your head before you placed it on his back. It was really hard to control yourself when your hands were laying on his hard press. For fuck’s sake, he should be perfect everywhere, huh?
"Hold on tight, Darlin'." You heard another deep chuckle, and he finally put his helmet on.
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You don't know how long you were driving, but when Bucky finally pulled up outside your apartment building, you felt sad and happy at the same time. The ride was something else. This man almost gave you a heart attack when you stopped at a red light and he put his hand on your bare leg and asked if you were okay.
He’s just being nice, stop overthinking this.
You knew Bucky for only one month, but it was hard not to fall for him. He was an attractive, kind, and really generous man; you knew that he was like a part of Steve's family. Sometimes, when you visited your brother and accidentally met Bucky, for a few seconds you thought that maybe he finds you attractive. You always caught him looking at you.
But you knew this type of guy—always charming and flirting—who could have pretty much anyone. It was stupid of you to think that he saw you as something more than just Steve’s little sister.
"See, I told you that I was a good driver and that you'd get home safely." He hopped off the motorcycle and stood before you while you were trying to take the helmet off. "Let me unlock it."
"Thank you, Bucky." You said when you were finally free. "For this, for the jacket... You were probably very busy, and I just ruined your night by making you take care of me. Oh my god, I’m really sorry. I just wanted to forget about one person, and I thought that going on that stupid date would be a good idea, but it seems like the only thing that men want here is sex." You chuckled and watched to the ground.
"Now listen to me, doll." Bucky suddenly stepped closer to you, and you almost fainted when both of his hands took your face and forced you to look him right in the eyes. "You shouldn’t apologize for calling me. I was just hanging out with the guys from the garage, but as soon as you called me, I left everything because I can’t let you get hurt." He nervously licked his lips, and you hope that he didn’t notice how you stared at this movement. Bucky’s hands left your face and ended up on your upper arms. Did he come closer to me? "I don’t know who you were trying to forget about, but I hope that he or she is worth your time."
"We– we’re not really close. I’m probably not even his type." You shrugged. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he buried his hands in the jeans pockets, as if he was angry and tried not to show you.
"Is it someone from the garage?" His head was a little bit tilted to the side, and you knew that right now he wouldn’t shut up about it until you gave him a name. "Maybe Sam? Or Thor? Many girls like him, you know. Do you like show-offs like Stark? Or…"
"You."
You both were silent.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What were you thinking?
"Say it again." Your throat felt dry, and you just stared at him, not knowing what to do. 
"I– Just forget about it, Bucky. It’s stupid–"
You weren't able to finish because a soft pair of lips interrupted you. One of Bucky’s hands cupped your face, lifting you up to his level, and another one laid on your waist. He was soft, warm, and gentle when his lips moved on top of yours. Your head was in the clouds, and it felt like your knees became weaker. You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, completely melting into him. He wanted to stay like this forever. Your skin and your lips were so soft, he could smell your perfume and taste your sweet lip gloss. But he knew that he should stop and do it the right way. After a few seconds, he finally pulled away, but he put his forehead on yours, and it was so cozy, like you two were in a bubble.
"I’m sorry. Was this too much? I overstepped?" He licked his lips as if he were trying to get more of your taste. "I have been thinking about asking you out since the day I saw you. I wanted to do it right. To take you on a date, to be the gentleman that you deserve, and maybe get a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night. Sorry. I didn’t even know that you liked me." Bucky wrapped his hands around your waist, and you nuzzled into hisneck,k enjoying his scent.
"And I didn’t know that you liked me either. "I thought that you felt obligated to take care of me because I'm your best friend’s sister."
"No, I promise you." He kissed the top of your head. "But Steve’s gonna kill me, by the way. He told all of us that you’re not an option and that we can’t touch you."
"Well, I love him, but he can’t decide for me."
"So… Does this mean that you’ll say ‘yes’ if I ask you to go on a date with me? On Sunday, maybe?" You lifted your head to look at him properly, and God, he was so cute when he was nervous.
"Of course, Buck, I wanna go out with you." You smiled at him, and he lowered himself again to give you another sweet kiss on the lips.
"Fuck, you should go home, doll." You’re too sweet for your own good. Wanna save you all for myself." He mumbled against your lips. "Go."
"Goodnight, Bucky. Please text me when you get home, ‘kay?"
"I will. Night, Doll." You left a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek before finally turning around to go home.
Only at home did you realize that you were still wearing his jacket. At least it was a good excuse for Bucky to see you again sooner. That night, you both ended up texting for hours until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.
Maybe a date with John wasn’t that bad of an idea.
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rogueddie · 10 months
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no upside down au where steve was the one who went 'missing', aka ran away for a week but his parents didn't want their reputation to take a hit so they reported him missing. hawkins goes into chaos looking for their golden boy.
he's in florida though, having the time of his life and his world shaken to his core through his new friend, eddie munson, who thinks steve is an asshole but too pretty to be ignored.
steve doesn't have his full wake up call by the end of his trip, but he's starting to learn and wants to be better. eddie gives him his number and tells him to call when he feels like he's at the end of whatever journey of self-discovery he needs to go down. he'll be waiting.
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somnambulic-thing · 7 months
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insane
musician!Eddie x afab art student!Reader E 18+ | 4.6k Reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, but I'm an enby bitch and write my readers that way. You decide.
A/N: I wrote this right after finishing Paint It Black while my brain was still stuck in that universe. It is, however, not really what I would call a thought through finished/rounded story, since I lost steam at some point. It stops at the end of a scene without a cliffhanger or anthing like that. It's 1st draft quality, but I thought it would be sad if it withered away in my drafts if there is the chance that at least a few people enjoy it. It should work as a standalone when you're willing to maybe not get a few references. There's some context in the beginning. Again, you decide.
CW |strangers to lovers aka feral love at first sight, light smut: piv, fluff, showering together, intense feelings of falling in love, Corroded Coffin concert, Erica on the bass (guess she's a little older in this universe), Eddie POV, Steve POV in 3rd person, other ST characters, worried, protective but supportive friends, mentions of food, traces of Jonathan/Argyle|
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It was like Eddie was going a little insane. It felt unreal that it hadn’t been quite twenty-four hours since he'd seen you for the first time, up in the second row of that life drawing class. Gareth had been working as an exhibition tech for that art school in that fancy old building for two months and was pretty enthusiastic about it. Like he was part of a community now - which was the way Gareth went about things these days - and he needed to support all those artists in becoming by leaving those flyers for life modelling fucking everywhere.
Gareth would be elated to hear how committed Eddie had been on his first job.
He looked at you fast asleep beside him, naked and covered in blue and purple marks his mouth had left all over you and felt a little insane again. There was this urge to move over and press his face into the soft skin of your chest until he was desperate for breath He also never wanted you to wake up and this moment to end. Blue morning light played with your skin while you looked so peaceful despite the traces of debauchery.
A sigh slipped from his mouth and you stirred, brows drawing together slightly and he wanted to kiss the spot in between. Hell, it was like that with everything.
After Eddie had asked you where you wanted to shower off the sweat and black paint, he had taken you home. In the car, you had reached out to the radio and he had to snatch your hand before you could pull it back to kiss the tips of your fingers. When you had kicked off your shoes in his hallway, the tip of your tongue had peeked out of your mouth and he just had to kiss it. Every little detail he learned about the way your body behaved, he wanted to put his praise to it.
You had talked nonstop all the way to Eddie's place, up the stairs, out of your clothes again and into the shower. There was something sublime in the way the paint rinsed off your body. Black flaky streams of water making their way over the hills and valleys of your physique. That too made him feel a little insane and you agreed with him when he'd told you about it. Shit, he wanted to tell you about everything that crossed his mind, wanted to hear your thoughts about the smallest details. Then you had moved behind him, soap coating your palms and washed him until the only black remaining on him was permanent ink.
You had told him, while slathering him in foam and bubbles, that it made you a little crazy how his wet skin reflected the light. Something about undertones you needed to study - Eddie needed to ask about that later in detail - and he had finally calmed down a little. He wasn't going insane alone, you were just as crazy about him.
Jeff had come home while the both of you had spent a little eternity in the bathroom and the intensity with which Eddie wanted to introduce you to his best friend as 'his' was only topped by the urge of getting you into his bed. Maybe it was better for you to get to know his friends when you weren't just wearing a towel and bite marks. Pride had flooded Eddie when Jeff pulled up his eyebrows paired with a smirk and a raised thumb as he rushed you through the hallway into his room.
It had been hard to hold back and let you look around as you wandered so far away from the mattress he was so determined to fuck you through.
"DnD?" you had asked, head stuck in a shelf displaying all kinds of DnD paraphernalia. Eddie loved your voice when it asked questions.
"Uh-hn. Since I was a kid. My uncle bought me a handbook at a yard sale because he thought I’d like the pictures and I've been hooked ever since."
There was adoration in your eyes and excitement in your voice. "So you’re a nerd?"
"Guilty as charged."
You bit your finger with a small smile and he of course wanted to kiss all of it. "Dungeon Master, by any chance?"
Not for the first time today Eddie asked with a stunned face: "How do you know?" Followed by: "Do you play?"
"You have this..." you waved around your beautiful hands while looking for the right words, "this way of taking charge and narrating your thoughts... and I have played before, yes, but not in a long time."
And then Eddie had stolen your towel and went to work on that mental list of places he needed to kiss. His hand found its way between your thighs, slow and soft this time and finally, you found your way into Eddie's bed and under him and he back inside you.
There was no rush, no hard fast urgency - well, he took you hard by the end because you liked it when he shattered you a little. You had told him that between licking into his mouth while he rolled his hips against you, his aching cock sliding against your folds, teasing you just a little before turning you to your side, watching himself slide into you in the mirror across the room.
You had ordered food, that you had shared in bed. You were so fucking funny all the time that he kept dropping shit and a change of sheets was due because there was no way Eddie would spend his first night with you between food-stained covers.
There had been no conversation if you'd stay, you just did. It would have been a waste of time, breath lost that could be used to learn more about you, tell you more about him.
By four in the morning, you both knew a lot and entirely too little. It was ridiculous.
And that brought him here, looking at you asleep and too good to be true. It was a little painful, actually. But just like when you pulled his hair or bit at his neck or hips, Eddie wanted to lean into it.
"You... staring at me, Munson?"
"Studying you." He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Too bad my drawing skills are so fucking rusty..."
Ah, he made you smile; how addictive that was. "You’re studying me from too far away. Come here."
"Needy?" he asked as he pressed himself against you, burying his face in your neck. It couldn't be a coincidence that he fit in there so perfectly.
"Hmmm, just like you."
"M' bad at hiding that, aren’t I?"
A kiss landed on his hair, nails softly grazed over the curve of his spine. "Why the fuck would you want to do that?"
"Don’t want to scare you away."
You pulled back and squinted one eye at him.
"We're meeting your uncle this afternoon. You think needy will scare me away now?"
Eddie ran his hand up your side and smiled. "Wayne will love you."
"You think?"
"See no reason why he wouldn't."
"You know that this here," you pointed your chin between the both of you, "is a little insane, right?"
Eddie snorted and pressed a kiss to your arm. "Uh-hn, but I can't find it in me to give a shit... S' that bad?"
"I guess then we're bad people."
He softly kissed your lips, feeling tingly and warm. “Bad people in good company.”
When Wayne got Eddie alone for a few minutes he asked why he had kept you a secret for so long.
"Old man, we met yesterday. Could't have brought her over earlier without us barging in here naked."
"You're shittin' me?"
"Nope," he grinned.
Wayne's mouth hung open for a moment. "Eddie, ya'll been talking like you've been married for a decade. And happily at that."
"Feels more like two."
Scratching his head, Wayne was looking for words. "That's insane, boy."
"I know," he said with that pride again. "Wait till you hear the full story... well... ahm... maybe not all of it. Shit, actually there's not much I can tell you..."
"Goin' by the looks of her neck I don't doubt it." Wayne had a sip from his mug, eyes crinkling with a smile over the rim.
"You like her?"
"Love her!" Then his features dimmed with a tinge of worry. "I’m happy for you, Eddie. Just don't get your heart broken."
Splitting the nights between Eddie’s and your place was another thing that didn’t need discussing. You share a place with your best friend Barb and she gave Eddie a thorough interrogation when he stayed over for the first time.
“You’re a serial killer or something?”
“Only on game nights,” he grinned.
“What are you doing?”
“Talking to you.”
Barb crossed her arms and pulled up her brows. “So you’re a funny one. Are you going to school? Are you working?”
“I’m a studio musician. Sometimes I sub for live gigs too, but that interferes too much with the time for my own band, so I really only do that occasionally when I dig the music.”
Eddie tried not to say something smart when he saw her efforts to suppress some sort of impressed surprise forming on her features.
“And you’re modelling?”
“Nah,” he laughed. “Well, that one time, yeah. Just was trying out something new. We’ll see if I’ll do that again.”
You walked back into the room, naturally drawn over to him like he was a giant magnet, instantly weaving your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck.
“Are you mean to my man, Barbara?”
Eddie shuddered and pushed a hand past the hem of your shirt; he was so hungry for your skin.
“No,” Barb huffed. “We’re just getting to know each other… aaaand—“
“And?” you said flatly.
“Come oooon,” she whined. “You can’t be mad at me that I am worried about you!”
Eddie looked up to you, leaning back a little to catch your eyes. “It’s not unreasonable.”
“Thank you, Eddie.”
“And I don’t mind,” he said. You brushed a thumb over his cheekbone and he chased it with a small kiss before smiling. “I know how to handle myself when I feel unreasonably bullied.”
“You’re so fucking cute,” you sighed and smiled down at him. Barb made a dry heaving sound.
“I am trapped in a rom-com simulation or something.” She took her mug from the table and walked out, calling from around the corner: “Try not to wake me with weird sex stuff, please?”
“She’s usually very sweet,” you told him with a frown when you were alone again. “Sorry about that.”
“Hey, I mean it. It’s okay.” Eddie turned and moved you in between his spread knees, hugging your waist, smiling up at you. “Chances are high that Steve will give you a similar treatment. He’s usually very sweet too, but he’s got this whole mama bear thing going on so… sorry about that.”
“Dude… Dude… Edward!”
“Huh?” Eddie’s head snapped back to Steve who looked a little annoyed. “What did you just say?”
Steve rolled his eyes and looked down at his watch. “It’s kinda time for you to head towards the stage.”
“Mhh, gimme me five more minutes, I don’t want to miss her.”
Ever since Steve had heard about that mysterious new spouse not quite three days ago, he hadn’t been able to stop frowning. Eddie was a bag of feral cats on his best days but right now he was a nervous fucking mess. His eyes were glued to the glass door of the venue and he was about to chew off his bottom lip any moment.
“If she comes, she’ll easily find you. You’re hard to miss front-center stage.”
“If?” Eddie looked horrified.
“When… I mean when she comes, Jesus.”
“What if something happened?”
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.
“Hey!” Eddie said, face hard. “Don’t do that!”
“Sorry… I… you’re really intense about this man, I’m getting a little worried.”
Eddie looked back at the door and bounced on his toes. “Well, I’m really intensely in love with her so you better get used to it.”
“In love?” Steve blurted out and braced himself for another burning look but Eddie kept his face directed at the door. “Man, it’s been five days!”
“Don’t know what that has to do with anything. It’s not like I can just turn it off—“
“Eddie?” Jeff called over the noise of the opening act droning in the background. “You coming or what?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he looked away from the door at last. “On my way.”
Steve trudged down the corridor and pushed his way into the concert hall, squinting as the loud music of the opener hit his eardrums. The lights were flickering in tune with the outro of the song as he pushed his way past sweating people to the front where Jonathan and Robin should be. He needed to seriously roll his eyes at someone who wasn’t going to rip his fucking head off for finding this whole thing concerning.
The music stopped right as he put his chin on Robin’s shoulder. On stage, the frontwoman thanked the cheering crowd for a good time.
“And?” Robin asked excitedly. “She here?”
“Nah. Eddie is losing his mind.”
Jonathan joined them, looking a little red around the eyes. “I think it’s cute somehow?”
“Cute?” Steve huffed. “Don’t know about that.”
“Hey, at least wait until you have met her,” Robin rasped. She had definitely had a good time with that first band.
“Did you know he has two drawers at her place? Two. After five days!”
Jonathan shrugged. “You have to put your shit somewhere.”
Steve slapped a hand against his forehead. “Jesus… he’s going to get his heart broken!”
“You don’t know that.”
“Robin! Nothing can hold up like that over time!”
“Maybe it doesn’t have to,” Jonathan said.
“Yeah, if you start at unbelievable falling down to amazing is still amazing.”
“Wow, Rob,” Jonathan gasped. “That was deep.”
“Thanks, Jon.”
Steve leaned over the barrier in front of the stage and rubbed his face in disbelief. “When have you two become such firm believers in overdone romance novel tropes?”
Jonathan shrugged again. “I kinda knew I was in for Argyle after two weeks, man. And it’s been years now.”
“Yeah, alright, but you took a few months to let it grow!”
The lights dimmed down and fog started to creep over the stage floor. Whistles and shouts sounded from the crowd that was waiting for the main show to begin.
Corroded Coffin wasn’t big by business standards, but they had acquired a pretty solid fanbase by now. This was actually the biggest crowd they’d ever played on a solo gig. Gareth’s silhouette emerged from the fog, arms raised, one hand forked in a salute, the other armed with sticks. The crowd cheered, getting louder when Jeff took his place behind his mic, checking his pedals on the floor in what Steve knew to be superstition.
“It’s about to happen,” Robin said next to him, clapping her hands in excitement and right on cue, Erica stormed the stage, swinging her bass like a battle axe. Erica had replaced Grant a few years ago and was by now one of Eddie’s closest friends. Steve needed to pull her over and ask her what she had to say about the whole ordeal sometime soon.
People roared, longtime fans chanting Erica’s name and her grin shone brighter than the fucking spotlights. Last came Eddie. He marched in, radiating with the energy that hinted at the total beast he turned into on stage. Steve was glad to see that this madness didn’t dim him down. Jonathan moved his mouth but it was already hard to hear over the cheers and chants and whistles.
Eddie grabbed his mike and did his thing, luring the crowd in closer, his voice low and rumbling. He laughed diabolically, tongue sticking out as a sea of hands flew in the air and people bounced in anticipation. Erica hit the first notes, her thick heavy bass hitting Steve right in the stomach and he could see Eddie scan the first few rows with a nervous frown, pacing back and forth with squared shoulders. His hand was so firm around the neck of his guitar, Steve was worried he would snap it clean off. Robin threw Steve a glance; she saw it too. For everybody else, Eddie just looked intense, about to give them a show but his friends could see something cracking through.
He didn’t miss his cue though. He rarely ever did.
The first song rolled over them like an avalanche. Eddie and Erica were firm believers in hitting the crowd hard right away, hyping them up till their animal brains were thrumming and out for blood or whatever. It had taken Steve and Robin a while to get used to hard music, but it turned out that there was a lot of variance. The Coffins, as Steve liked to call them, had evolved immensely since their early garage days. More progressive, more melodic, a little doom here and there with clean and harsh vocals alternating during songs. Erica could come up with a blood-curdling scream you wouldn’t think possible upon laying eyes on her.
Steve was sweaty. He had heard this set a dozen times but I still loved it. It was the whole atmosphere. The second song was nearing its end, a quiet part building up into a mean breakdown and Steve received a thump to the shoulder from a tall, broad guy next to him. He looked over, fearing a mosh-pit forming around him - he would never be a fan of that, no thank you - but there just was someone trying to squeeze through to the front row. Steve hated it when the giants refused to let shorter people to the front and he patted the guy on the shoulder and gestured for him to be nice and take a step back.
‘Thank you,’ the newcomer mouthed at him and turned to the stage, eyes wide, sweat streaming from her forehead. She pressed her hands to her chest, mouth hanging open and Steve took a look at the stage, then back at her; her gaze was following Eddie around like he was a god she was here to worship.
“Oh my god!” she shouted into the small space of quiet before the breakdown hit. Steve couldn’t stop staring, this couldn’t be just any fan, right? She had slid her feet in between the bars of the metal barrier separating the crowd from the stage and pushed herself further up, face completely enraptured.
Eddie pushed over his mike stand - that happened all the time - and as the last notes faded out, he hooked one foot under it and flipped it up, catching it with his fret hand, grinning into the crowd as his little trick elicited cheers.
Steve was unsure now if it really was her. He had expected waving and shouting to make herself known but she almost looked petrified, frozen in place, unblinking.
“How are you doing?” Eddie asked and bathed in the rageing response. “Are you sweaty yet?”
Somewhere from the back, a woman shouted: I’m wet for you, Eddie!!!
“Fucking hell, careful at the back everybody, seems like we have a slipping hazard situation.” Eddie kicked at one of his effect pedals and scratched his nose with a grin as laughter and shouts weaved through the crowd. “Very flattering of you tho. Thank you.”
Steve kept glancing at the possible spouse, curious for a reaction.
He was sure he heard a chuckled “charming bastard” leave her mouth and gave Robin a nudge.
“Hey, Rob,” he said while Eddie kept talking to his crowd, “you see her? Yeah, I think she could be… you know.... the one.”
“You think?” Robin put her arm on his chest and pushed him back out of her line of sight. “Pretty.”
A fast rhythmic drum solo announced the next song, one of Steve’s favourites, and she started to move with it, arms raised into the air.
“Why do you think it’s her?” Robin shouted into his ear.
“Dunno, just… watch her watch him— Jesus...” Robin had pushed past him to change places, sending him into the chest of the guy behind him.
Things were wild. People moved with the charging beat of the drums, Erica cornering them with a slapping bass that made her fingers blur before she opened her mouth and screamed like something nightmarish, as Eddie and Jeff hit their strings like madmen.
Steve tried to let it go for a while and allowed himself to be carried away by the force of the sound. Having Robin as a shield helped too and it was three songs later when she reminded him about the matter.
“If that’s not her, I am going to shit. A. Brick.”
Steve prepared to yell a response, just as the flow on stage stumbled, deviating from the familiar sound of this song. Next came sharp reverb and Steve saw that Eddie’s mic-stand was down again. The band stopped as Eddie fumbled with his gear, the cord of the mic had looped around the stand and somehow, his ankle. He kept looking up, smiling like crazy, biting his lip, wiping the sweat out of his eyes with the back of a trembling hand and the no-longer mystery laughed, warm and adoring and totally and utterly smitten with Eddie.
“That’s her, right?” Jonathan said pressing against him and Robin to see something.
“Either that or Eddie is having a serious medical emergency right now,” Robin said.
“Not sure if both aren’t true— Jesus, Munson, just focus for a second.”
She turned, throwing a death stare at him that punched Steve right in the face. Robin and Jonathan waved at her making her frown while on stage, Erica finally had helped Eddie out of his turmoil and his amplified voice drew her attention away from them again.
Robin laughed. “Protective.”
“Sorry about that, folks.” Eddie joked. “Just had an out-of-body experience.” He pushed the mic away from his face, turned to her and mouthed a small "Hi" that was so sweet that Steve felt a little guilty.
“Let’s make sure to give one to every single one of you before you leave this place. Jeff, hit it!”
The rest of the show was a hot, blasting blur. Eddie was on fire and everything around him was catching. For all Steve knew, he had an audience of one and it almost felt surreal how an event with so many people could make him feel like he was intruding on an intimate moment between lovers.
Erica announced the last song and it left everyone breathless and exhausted. Nobody here looked more like a mess than her. It was almost obscene.
The band thanked the crowd while Jeff tormented his guitar with one last long distorted note and then people screamed their lungs out, already demanding an encore.
Eddie put down his guitar, smile wild and blazing and hopped off the stage. Everyone craned their necks as he crossed the small trench and slammed against the barrier into waiting arms. People around them lost it when Eddie took her face in his hands and slid his tongue down her throat without hesitation.
“Holy Shit!” Robin squeaked.
When Eddie finally drew away, he peppered her face with small kisses, muttering inaudible things that were only meant for her ears.
“I gotta go, I gotta go…” Eddie chanted, still coming back for another kiss again and again.
“Go!” she laughed and stopped him from keeping on by pressing her hands on his shoulders.
“One more… just one more, promise.”
“It’s never just one more, Gomez.”
Eddie nodded, turned, made two steps and then spun back around to steal one last kiss from her smiling mouth. He jogged back to the stage, pulled himself up and joined his delighted bandmates to go backstage.
“Excuse me,” Robin said, pushing the giant away like he wasn't three heads taller than her. “Coming through, thank you.”
Jonathan shrugged and followed Robin and so Steve did the same.
Robin said her name very carefully when she approached, but there was nothing hard on her face this time, Steve could only see sweet bliss in those eyes.
“I’m Robin, a friend of Eddie’s.”
“Oh!” she cheered and gave Robin a surprisingly enthusiastic hug. “Great to finally meet you.”
“I’m Jonathan, hi!”
“Ah, the genius with the black and white film. I need to talk to you sometime.”
Jonathan rubbed the back of his head and blushed. “Don’t know about genius, but thank you. And sure, anytime.”
 “You’re Steve, right?”
“Uhm,” he stammered, determined to not make a bad first impression, no matter his feelings. “Yeah, that’s right. Great to meet you.”
“Seen pictures of all of you but it’s not the best lighting in here and I was a little distracted…”
“We noticed,” Jonathan chuckled. “You liked the show?”
She shook her head like someone stuck in a dream, pressed her hands to her hot face and giggled. “Sorry, I feel kinda high. You probably think we’re insane… we know…”
“No, no!” Robin stopped her. “I think it’s pretty adorable.”
“Right! Eddie is a great guy, he deserves his sickly sweet romance,” Jonathan said with a pat to her shoulder.
“Yeah,” Steve added, not all the way there yet but less worried than before. It was hard to stay so sceptical in the face of such intense affection. “He really does.”
Eddie downed the contents of a small water bottle while quickly marching down the corridor that led out of the backstage area. He felt some spillage dripping down his chin and to his shirt which was already plenty sweaty. Shit, he was shaking.
This must have been the longest encore he had ever played and he felt a little twinge of guilt in the back of his head to leave the band with packing up their gear but he had to get his hands on you soon or he would probably combust. He’d been worried about different possible scenarios that caused your delay and his heart had almost leapt out of his chest when he finally saw your face in the first row.
It already was like ecstasy, every time he saw you, but seeing you cheer for him, dancing and lost in his music. Shit. He hadn’t lied when he had spoken about an out-of-body-experience.
The big double door in front of him opened and in walked Steve, then Robin and then Jonathan, talking to you. You had already found his people. A weird kind of gravitation was at work here and it pulled at his bones now.
“Sweetheart,” he called out, still too fucking far away.
Your head turned and your eyes widened when you saw him; would he ever get used to that?
“Eddie,” you sighed and he knew you were just as desperate as he was. You rushed past Steve and Robin, taking up speed as he stopped and opened his arms for you.
“C’mere!” he half laughed half groaned and welcomed the slight pain when you smashed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed his face into your hair that smelled like jasmine and sweat and you. “You’re here.”
“M’ s srry,” vibrated against his collarbone and he pulled back a little.
“What was that?”
“I’m so sorry I was so late I—“
Eddie cut you off with a kiss. He needed to taste you and you were here now so words could wait for a little longer. He felt a little tight in his pants and he held on to your face like in fear you could fucking float away. You were spoiling him, nipping at his lip, soothing the pain with a soft lick.
“Oh my fucking god, Eddie…” you whispered, forehead pressed against his and he answered with a soft moan. “I have no words right now, not sure if there are any… you… you’re… just…” You softly thumped your fists to his chest, straining to find something to say that matched your emotions.
“Just show me, hm? Show me how I make you feel?”
You nodded your head still cradled in his hands, eyes shining so bright and all for him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you kissed him again.
“You think we should leave?” Robin said approximately three galaxies away.
Eddie pulled himself off your lips with every ounce of willpower in his body. “My friends! We meet you at the bar in ten…” he looked back at you, grinning not taking his eyes off of you when he resumed speaking. “In twenty minutes.”
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