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Ohhhh yay 🥰🥳

So my brain came up with this idea: Bucky is the leader of a werewolf pack (just like twilight haha I'm so sorry) and he gets fond of that one girl where he instantly feels a connection cause the wolves fall in love only once in a lifetime and he knows it's you. So when you get attacked by vamps one night he steps in saving you and bringing you to their camp to take care of you. Then you Kinda feel love at first sight as well and stay by his side ?

I love this but this is going to be a first for me, writing this type of AU so bear with me. Some A/B/O themes to do with the werewolf theme but not exactly an a/b/o fic. Just making up my own damn rules for this AU, so look the other way if something doesn’t make sense.

18+ cause smut but also lots of fluff, knotting, marking, protective Bucky with platonic protective Steve, Sam and Peter

He didn’t mean to watch you so closely but he couldn’t help it. Perhaps it was a part of his instincts to notice the finest details that surrounded him. Every day he saw you, there was something new that captivated him. The way the wind would tousle your hair. The way your nails were painted to match the shades of the fall. Whenever you bought your morning coffee, you bought a second one along with a muffin, handing it to the homeless man that stayed near by the coffee shop. Sometimes you’d spent a good few minutes talking to him before continuing with your day. You’d hold the hand of the elderly woman who was slowly crossing the street, making sure she made it across safely before you went off to wherever you were going.

You saw beauty in everything. Everyone.

You were beautiful.

Pure.

Bucky shook his head, turning back to the bar, wiping down a few glasses, though still sneaking glances at the window as you walked by. He’d first noticed you months ago, in the summer, blinking when he saw an unfamiliar but pretty face walking down the street, a bundle of sunflowers in your hand. His eyes lingered on you, smiling softly when you handed a little girl a flower before continuing down the street, disappearing around the corner. Bucky knew everyone around the area; after all it was his territory. The east belonged to his pack so he was curious about the sweet stranger he’d never seen before.

You didn’t seem to pose a threat so he didn’t dive into investigating you. The more often he saw you, the more he’d find to admire. It was late in the afternoon, meaning Bucky would only see you again closer to the end of his shift which would be around midnight. He felt his cheeks heat up when he realized he knew what your routine was.

Stop being creepy Bucky.

Hours went by, less than sober customers walking in and out, Sam, Steve and Peter were talking Bucky’s ear off about something he stopped paying attention to 20 minutes ago.

“...and that’s how I caught Clint in the vents, you should’ve seen his face”

“Caught in 4k, no cap”

“Why would he be wearing a cap”

“I’m going to move you all to the graveyard shift” Bucky groaned, barely focused on their conversation, mostly because he lost track of whatever Peter was referencing, 15 references ago. He glanced at the clock, only a few more minutes left until he was off. It also meant you would be passing by his bar soon enough. Which is why he frowned when he didn’t see you. For the past few months, Bucky noticed you’d always walk home, something he wasn’t very fond of but it’s not like he could do anything about it. The area was generally safe but it wasn’t perfect, especially at night.

Bucky shoved the uneasiness he felt to the back of his mind; you had a life outside of the moments he saw you. You could have taken a cab or gone home with a friend. Maybe you look a different route. Maybe you made plans. He thought of 101 reasons as to why he didn’t see you to try convince himself he was worrying over nothing. Bucky grabbed his jacket, heading out into the cool night, the moon softly lighting the empty streets.

Something felt off.

The worry he felt when he didn’t see you hadn’t ceased and for some reason the feeling was growing.

She’s fine.

She’s made it home safe.

You don’t even know her-

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to a faint sound he heard near a pitch black alleyway. He took two steps towards it, only to hear silence filling the air.

Until he heard it again.

He knew he heard something, a pained whimper so quiet, he almost thought he imagined it. The hairs on his neck stood up, something not feeling right, bounding towards the source of the sound. His pupils dilated to scan the dark area, eyes growing wide when he saw the sight before him.

“Quiet!” John hissed, his teeth grazing your cheek. “Such a pretty lookin’ princess” he whispered, his fangs glistening under the moon light, his finger tracing along the column of your neck. “Hold her still” He grumbled while his friend kept their hand firmly over your mouth, their other arm wrapped around your arms and waist.

“Been watchin’ ya sweet heart” Valentina purred, trailing a sharp nail down your cheek, a sinister smile on her face watching you struggle, “These young ones are hungry” She sat back on a crate, crossing her legs, while the blond grabbed a fist of your hair, craning it back to expose your neck. “Go on, make it quick before one of the mongrels find us” She spat, venom in her voice, feeling a sense of uneasiness roaming the streets they were forbidden to set foot in.

“Ladies first” John smirked while Sharon hummed, smacking your cheek when as you struggled, trying to break free. “This will be a lot easier if you’d just fucking-

She stopped mid sentence, her eyes darting around her, the sudden scent of pinewoods and cedar evading her senses. A snarl tore through the air, your eyes falling on a white wolf along with three others growling and stalking towards your attackers, the largest white one bounding towards you, pinning John underneath him. Sharon tried to grab you, her nails digging into your skin, only to be torn off by another wolf, dragging her by the ankle. You fell to the floor, gasping when the smallest wolf came to your aid, standing guard in front of you, warning for the others to back off. You couldn’t place what it was but there was something distinct about each wolf, it was almost as if you could see their different personalities.

“Fuck-” John tried to throw the large animal off him, heaving at the weight that sunk into his chest.

“You don’t belong here” The white wolf let out a deep growl, claws piercing into his chest, breaths heavy, fanning on his face, sharp teeth on full display. All you heard was a growl but John seemed to understand what it meant, frantically nodding his head. “Leave now, take the rest with you” He understood the low rumble to be a final warning for them to leave if they wanted to stay alive.

“Lets go!” Valentina had already jumped to the top of the building, not waiting for the rest, the group running off into the night, leaving you half bleeding and scratched on the ground. John gasped for air, scrambling off the floor as he managed to climb up a fire escape, striding across the rooftops to follow the rest.

Your heart stopped as the white wolf turned to face you, taking slow calculated steps, as if to show you he meant no harm. He was beautiful with piercing sapphire blue eyes and thick white fur. Your eyes grew wide, your breath catching in your throat as he began to shift, fur disappearing replaced with brunette hair, limbs now muscular arms and legs. There was no longer a wolf before you, a tall handsome stranger standing in its place. It was just you and him in the alleyway; the other three wolves who had protected you had trailed after your attackers to ensure they left the territory.

“Are you okay?”

“Who-who are you” You whispered, trembling in the corner as Bucky approached you, his teeth no longer sharp, eyes now a soft shade of blue. He carefully stepped towards you, kneeling on the ground to help you sit up, his touch gentle. “Please don’t hurt me-”

“I won’t hurt you” He smiled softly, resting his hand on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Your mind was still reeling over what you had just seen, your head feeling dizzy from the deep cuts that ran along your arm. The skirt of your dress had ripped, nicks covering your knees from where you fell.

“But-you-” You stumbled over your words, your heart still rapidly beating out of your chest, “You were just-”

“Fluffy and walking on four legs?” He gave you a playful smirk, his smile dropping when he noticed your eyelids grow heavy, your body exhausted. “You’re really hurt”

“M’okay” You rasped but you knew you were far from it. The area where you were scratched began to burn and you didn’t understand why. You let out a whimper of pain, clutching onto him as the pain worsened. Bucky’s heart broke, the need to protect you and take care of you overbearing all his other senses. He tucked you against his body, not thinking twice about his decision to bring you back with him.

“Come with me doll, we’ll take care of you” His voice was soft, soothing, like a warm blanket covering you. You gave him a faint nod, melting into his hold as he lifted you into his arms with ease. Something about him brought you a sense of calm you had never felt before.

It was the same feeling you felt when you stepped into your home after a long day. The feeling of slipping into a warm bath. The feeling of fresh sheets and a cool pillow. The first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. Soul soothing.

You slipped in and out of consciousness, as he carried you through towards the forest that surrounded the area, his scent of pine and something distinctly him bringing you comfort. The soft crunch of twigs crunched beneath his footsteps as he walked down the trail towards a clearing.

Tall beautiful log cabins surrounded the camp, the area completely hidden from the outside world. Bucky managed to open the door to his cabin while still holding you close, setting you down carefully on the couch before frantically calling Wanda. By the time Wanda was knocking on his door, you were completely unconscious, bruises starting to form on your skin, your breathing slowed.

“She was attacked” Bucky stayed by your side while Wanda looked you over, running her hands carefully over your injures.

“Vampires?” She asked Bucky, flecks of red flashing across her eyes when Bucky nodded. “What are they doing here”

“They’ve been watching her” Bucky swallowed thickly, the sense of dread returning when he thought about what could have happened if he hadn’t found you in time. “They were going to feed...”

“Leave it to them to prey on the most vulnerable” Wanda shook her head in disgust, scanning the shelves for all the medicines she’d made. She grabbed a small vial, squeezing a few droplets out onto your skin, wrapping the scratches with a soft cloth. “She’ll be okay, just needs to rest. They didn’t bite her so she won’t be affected in anyway. Just keep an eye on her throughout the night in case she’s in any pain”

Bucky nodded, thanking Wanda as she left. You stirred, the oil on your arm starting to sting making you groan in pain.

“Doll, are you alright? What hurts” Bucky was at your side in an instant, eyes clouded with worry. You clutched onto your arm, curling into a ball, biting your lip waiting for the pain to cease.

“Just stings, that’s all” You tried to bear the sting, letting out a strained groaned as the pain radiated more. It seemed to come in waves, pulsing through your body. Bucky crouched beside you so he was at eye level with you, his hand gently skimming over your covered scratches. You relaxed for a moment at his touch, your eyes meeting his pretty blue ones.

“It’s the healing oil. It stings more because...” Bucky bit his lip, pausing and choosing his words carefully, “Well, the medicines were made for-for our kind?” He gave you a lopsided smile, “It’s very potent”

“Your kind?” You cocked your head, urging him to continue though there was only so much left to explain after you’d literally seen him shift from wolf to human.

“Werewolf” He grinned; you could hardly believe moments ago his perfect teeth were razor sharp.

“Werewolf?” You repeated, still struggling to take in everything that had happened in the past few hours. You’d always felt an intense unexplainable energy in the air since you’d moved to the area but you were not expecting werewolves. Or vampires for that matter. Bucky chuckled at your wide eyes, helping you sit up.

“Not Jacob from Twilight werewolf” He playfully rolled his eyes while you giggled, “A real werewolf sweetheart”

“Ah, of course, so more Mason from Wizards of Waverly place” You giggled, half expecting yourself to wake up from whatever strange dream this was. “tell me more”

“Hmm” Bucky thought, not knowing where to start, a part of him worried you’d be scared off, though you didn’t seem to be uncomfortable around him. “We’ve lived here for generations, the territory is ours. We don’t typically reveal ourselves to the outside world. We don’t have to wait for a full moon to change, we can do it any time. We shift according to our places in the pack”

“And what's your place in the pack”

“Leader” He smiled softly, proud of his pack, the family he loved more than himself.

“Thank you by the way”, your fingers skimming over a few scratches that were on his hands, previously large paws when he had fought off Walker, “For saving me...” You realized you didn’t know his name.

“Call me Bucky, doll”

Bucky insisted you sleep in his room though you refused, not wanting to impose. He laid out his softest and warmest blankets and coziest pillows, creating a safe space for you to sleep in. You gasped, looking at the way he’d set everything up, it almost resembled a nest of blankets and pillows. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, giving you some of his clean clothes to sleep in after you showered. You fell asleep instantly, his soft scent all over the bed lulling you into a peaceful slumber as soon as your head touched the pillow.

Bucky made his way back outside to check on Steve, Sam and Peter, rolling his eyes when he saw they were perfectly fine, the three nursing beers while sitting on the stairs of his cabin.

“What the hell are you-”

“So this is who you’ve been keeping an eye on” Sam smirked, nudging Bucky’s shoulder while Steve and Peter shared shit eating grins.

“Shut up Sam”

“See? He didn’t deny it!”

“So what, you’ve been watching me?” Bucky cocked and eyebrow while Sam scoffed.

“Please. You’re always looking out the window like a love sick puppy”

Bucky was able to control many things with his body but he couldn’t for the life of him control the blush that spread across his cheeks.

“I didn’t know alpha’s could blush” Steve cackled while the rest joined, each poking fun at the way his cheeks reddened more.

“I’m going to sleep, or so help me God-” He shook his head, going back inside and laying on the couch. He couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered around his tummy, the sweet sunshine he loved to see everyday was there.

In his home.

In his bed.

In his clothes.

...

Calm down Bucky.

He made sure to periodically check on you like clock work, not getting a wink of rest through the night, not when you had been hurt. He loved the way you looked, curled up in his bed, sleeping soundly. A flash of anger pulsed through him when his eyes fell on your bandages. Those that hurt you. It’d be a problem for another day but he’d fine a permanent solution to that problem very soon.

*****

You blinked awake, the delicious scent or fresh berries and pancakes wafting through the air. You felt warmth creep up your cheeks when you found another fresh set of clothes placed by the bed along with a brand new tooth brush and a towel. You mentally scolded yourself for the way your heart tried to skip at his acts of kindness, but you couldn’t help it.

There was something about him.

You quickly got changed, padding down to the table where stacks of pancakes were piled high along with cut up berries. Bucky grinned when he saw you, his heart fluttering again at the way his Henley hung loosely on you.

“Good morning doll, how you feeling”

“Better, again thanks to you” You felt giddy over his handsome smile and yet a sense of calm whenever you were near him. You couldn’t understand why you felt so comfortable around his presence. He was a stranger to you yet you felt like you’d found your place. You’d known him for less than 24 hours but there was a connection. Around him, you felt protected. Cared for. Perhaps it was the fact that he was the leader, so naturally he had a very protective nature. That had to be it, it’s not like you were special to him.

You repeatedly had to remind yourself to stop gazing at him because there was another issue. It’s not like you were blind. Bucky was gorgeous. You loved his scruffy beard and dark hair, what you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through his soft-

What-

You blinked, clearing the rogue thoughts that tried to probe your mind, distracting yourself with breakfast instead.

“I didn’t know werewolves liked pancakes” You teased, ignoring the way your skin heated up, popping a berry into your mouth.

“I like to eat lots of things, doll” Bucky smirked at the way you moaned, licking off a droplet of the berry juice that stained your lips. Your pretty lips. Soft. Supple. Kissable. Would look even prettier wrapped around his co-

He shook his head, hoping to get his mind out of the gutter, why was he like this. A knock on the door made you jump while Bucky rolled his eyes, grabbing a few more plates before making his way to the door.

“For fucks sake, even on a Saturday” Bucky mumbled to himself, knowing damn well the three idiots he called friends would have smelled him making breakfast from 3 cities away, let alone a few cabins down. You heard the voices of a few men, two large men about the size of Bucky entered the kitchen along with another who looked much younger.

“Y/n, this is Steve, Sam and Peter”

You instantly recognized the three as the very same ones who had came with Bucky the day you were attacked. All three of them were as sweet to you as Bucky but you couldn't help but find Peter the most adorable, who managed to eat the most out of everyone. They happily raided the kitchen, passing each other glances you couldn't pinpoint, each look making Bucky more flustered.

“You protected me” You smiled at Peter, who blushed, stuffing another pancake into his mouth while Sam shook his head in disgust.

“It was nothing, we’re just happy you’re safe” Peter preened at your praise, finishing the last of what was on the table.

“Barnes, Peter ate everything again”

“For fucks sake-”

Bucky didn’t let you lift a finger the entire morning, serving you everything you wanted and clearing the table away. In fact, he didn’t let you do anything that day. Or the next. Or the day after that. A week. Two weeks. He wanted to make sure you were completely okay before letting you leave. He was there to take care of anything you needed, cleaning and applying the oil to your cuts, redressing the bandages. Getting you fresh clothes. Fluffing out your bed so it’d be warm and cozy. While you adored the warmth of his bed, you couldn’t help but wish he’d just stay with you instead. He’d introduced you to the rest of his pack, everyone happy to have you around when they saw the way his cheeks would tint pink when you sat beside him.

You’d both spent countless hours each night, talking by the fire place or walking in the moonlight. Each night, he’d make sure you were comfortably tucked in before crashing on the couch, occasionally morphing into his wolf form and curling up by the door just to be extra safe.

Bucky wasn’t sure why he was so drawn to you. What started as admiring you from afar was now making his heart beat faster. Skin warmer. He knew the feeling was far more intense than just friendship. He felt a bond. Something that pulled him to want you by his side forever.

For you to be his mate.

It was rare for werewolves to find a mate that wasn't a werewolf like himself but here was. In love with you. He never felt a pull like this towards someone else. Everything he felt was 10 times stronger than before, growing more and more with each day he spent with you.

*****

“I know it’s been a few days but...maybe you should stay a little longer?” Bucky knew there was truthfully no reason for you to stay any longer; the wounds had completely healed and you were perfectly fine.

Still...

"Are you sure?" You bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his arms for the night as he stood by the bedside, handing you one of his sweaters.

"Of course, I-I don't want anything to happen to you, so just to be safe" He smiled softly, itching to just crawl into bed with you and snuggle.

“Bucky, you-you don’t have to sleep on the couch” You sat up just as he was about to leave, your heart beating a little faster when he stopped and turned around. "You can sleep here"

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, moving over slightly and lifting the covers up so he could lay beside you. At the start of the night Bucky was as still as a statue, worried you'd find it odd if he got too close, making sure there was distance between you both before he closed his eyes.

Of course, even in his sleep he sought you. You sighed contently at the feeling of his arm wrapping around you waist, pulling you close to his chest, his face burying into your neck, a happy low rumble emitting from his chest at the way you felt in his arms. He nuzzled his face into your skin, keeping you flush against him the entire night, hoping the sun would ride just a little bit later.

Every night, your cuddles became a little more intimate. You'd start off at opposite ends of the bed, only to find yourself tangled in each other each morning. Hands would wander a little more each time with gentle touches and a few extra kisses.

****

"Just come cuddle" You giggled as he scooted over, giving up on trying to sleep at the other side of the bed. Bucky smiled, pulling you to lay on his chest, his hand slipping past your shirt, gently stroking your spine. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, loving the way your skin felt on his lips. He didn't want to stop, continuing to trail kisses down your face, holding you a little tighter, the need to have you completely growing stronger. His eyes locked with yours, nervously leaning down, smiling against your lips as you closed the gap between you both.

His hands carded through your hair, deepening the kiss, his tongue tracing your lips, slipping into your parted mouth. He couldn't help himself, rolling you both over so you were pinned under him, dominating the kiss till you both needed air. Your eyes grew wide feeling his length pressing against your tummy, hips rutting slightly, fighting himself from stuffing you full of him.

"Buckyy" You panted from under him, gripping onto his arms, spreading your legs further for him. The needy whine that fell from your lips made him growl, he could smell how aroused you were, his cock painfully hard in his sweats. "Need you"

“I-I don’t want to hurt you” He whispered, his mind conflicted over wanting you so badly but also worried his hurt you with his strength. He nearly whimpered feeling the warmth of your core pressed against him, your thighs squeezing the sides of his waist.

“You won’t hurt me Bucky” Your eyes were pleading with him, needing this just as much as he did, he only had so much self restraint.

“Let me taste you?” He crawled down, his fingers skimming around the waist band of the boxers he had given you to wear, pulling them down as you nodded. He threw his own shirt off before settling between your legs, spreading your pussy apart, his hunger for you growing at the way you glistened under the dimly lit room. "You smell so sweet, angel"

You felt shy under his intense gaze as he looked up at you while kissing the soft flesh of your thighs. Bucky nearly growled as soon as his tongue flicked across your clit, feeling the way it throbbed each time he licked you. His lips sealed around your sensitive nub, alternating between lapping up your arousal and toying with your clit, suckling and kissing you, moaning when he felt your hands tug at his hair.

"Grind on my face sweets" Bucky threw your legs over his shoulders, urging you to push his face down deeper, the greedy side of him wanting to suffocate between you legs. You squeaked when he guided your hand to pull at his roots, a feral look flashing in his eyes when you hesitantly pulled a little harder, his eyes rolling back.

"Just like that baby, I'll use my tongue all over this pretty pussy, just show me how" He groaned as you pushed his head down, your back bowing off the bed feeling his tongue slip inside you, drinking every drop you gave him.

"Bucky, need you-" Your body felt hot, pussy clenching and throbbing, aching for him to fill you. He kissed up your body, throwing the rest of your clothes off before lining himself up with your entrance, his breath fanning over your face.

"Sweetheart, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself" He stroked your forehead, his cock leaking against your pussy. "It's more than just- I can't explain it-

You smashed your lips against his, squeezing your legs around his waist tighter, cutting off his nervous rambling. "Please, I want you, want to feel you Bucky, all over you"

"M'right here angel, you have me" He let out a shuddered breath as he started to press into you, moaning against your neck once he was fully sheathed inside you. He moved slowly, rocking his hips while his nose tracing against the column of your neck, his hands moving to fist the sheets. He could feel them tear under his grip, your tight pussy and sweet scent awakening something primal.

“Doll...” He groaned in your ear, his cock swelling more with each thrust, “Baby, I-

He let out a desperate growl, his hands balled into fists, his corded back muscles tensed, holding back from pounding you into the mattress. You could feel his cock grow harder, stretching you more, the swollen tip rubbing against your sweet spot making you gush around him.

“What is it” You whispered, your thumb caressing his scruffy cheek, your soft touch only making it more difficult for him to hold back.

“Fuck baby” It almost hurt him, desperately wanting you to be all his, his tongue licking and nipping your neck, biting his lip to keep from sinking his teeth in. “Want you to be mine”

“I'm yours Bucky” You carded your fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp, making him growl, the soft color of his eyes now an intense sapphire blue and glowing. Bucky gently nipped your neck, holding back how badly he wanted to claim you, mark you, the smooth canines of his teeth growing sharper the more you moaned for him.

"Y-you don't understand sweets, I want-I want you forever"

"You have me Bucky" You clenching around him, your moans broken as the band in your belly tightned more. Bucky grinded his hips down, desperate to be as deep inside you as possibly, the coiled hair at the base of his cock rubbing your clit, warmth spreading through your body. "I'm-I'm gonna-

"Cum for me angel, I need it, need it baby, cum for me please" He moaned with you, his hand flying to the headboard, the wood splintering and cracking under his grip. He started to chase his own high, speeding his thrust's up, his balls slapping your ass grunts growing deeper.

"M'gonna cum baby" He could hard speak, too consumed and overwhelmed by the way he felt inside you, his cock swelling and throbbing, spurts of precum already soaking your pussy.

"Cum Bucky!"

"You're mine" He panted, his forehead resting on yours, "Say it sweets, say you'll always be mine?"

"M'yours" You nodded, kissing his nose, your hands cupping his face, "All yours Bucky, make me yours"

"Oh FUCKK" Bucky moaned against your neck, his teeth grazing your soft skin, biting just enough to to mark you without hurting you, gently licking the area after while he continued to moan and whine, his orgasm unending. "All mine"

You both laid tangled in the sheets, going for a few more rounds until the sun came up. You shivered at the feeling of his hands trace over your skin, your whole body sensitive from how many times he had you cum all over his cock. His hands. His face. There was a feeling of security surrounding you as you laid on his chest, the faint mark on your neck tingling.

“Will you be my mate?” Bucky whispered shyly, blushing more at your giggle while you sat up slightly, your nose bumping against his.

"Even if I'm not a werewolf? " You teased while Bucky playfully rolled his eyes, nipping you again.

“Of course, how else will I protect you bunny” He let out a growl, cocking his eyebrow while you squealed, finding yourself flipped under him again. "You'll stay with me sweetheart?"

"Even if I can't change into a giant a fluffy puppy like you under a full moon?"

"Yes"

"Even if I can't hear Sam sneaking into the house for breakfast from 3 houses down"

"We'll work on that"

"Do I always have to rub your belly and feed you my peanut butter treats when you turn into a pouty little werewolf, pretending to be a big scary leader to everyone else"

"Yes and now that you know that secret, you have to stay" Bucky grinned, his hopeful eyes shining brighter when you cupping his face, kissing him deeply.

"I already told you, I'm all yours"

****

Imagine the utter joy the rest of the pack get from how soft Bucky is for you. They're so used to seeing him unmoving and broody but now theres flowers around his cabin and the blush is just part of his face now. Steve and Sam help move some of your things over to Bucky's, more than happy to have you around because now there's even more food for them to eat.

Nothing turns you on more than when he goes into protective mode. His eyes glow. His muscles tense. The growl that rumbles from deep in his chest makes your thighs squeeze together. He keeps you by his side, always touching you, his hands lingering on your waist, toying with your hair or playing with your fingers.

It's not often he fully transforms but when he does, its because someone got too close to you.

You can't help but giggle when you see him transform into his werewolf form because he's beautiful and scary, teeth barred out, claws flexed out, but only you know how adorably cuddly he is when he's just alone with you. He nudges his head against your hand, whining for you to give him attention, he's three times your size but his tail swishes about like a playfully puppy.

Theres no doubt you're the best thing thats ever happened to him.

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wildsupernova · 2 months

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roses, chocolates, and a heart shaped box.

summary: valentine’s day had always felt like a joke to you. nobody had ever taken the time to do anything nice for you, but when the sickeningly romantic steve harrington falls in love with you, of course you’ll have the best valentine’s day ever.

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

warnings: some suggestive language, nothing too crazy

word count: 2.4k

a/n: hey everyone! i know it’s been a while since i posted anything, but my second year of college has been kicking my ass and making it near impossible to get motivation to do anything. i figured what better way to get back in the swing of things than with a valentine’s day fic! i know it’s a day early, but i wanted to get this up before i got too busy and forgot about it. anyway, hope you guys enjoy, and happy valentine’s day!

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Valentine’s Day had never been something you looked forward to.

Even as a kid, you associated it with loneliness, watching on as all the little second grade boys gave their crushes a dandelion they picked fresh from the playground at recess. You detested it when they started selling candy-grams in middle school, because every year it seemed that you were the only one who never received one. You’d check your locker every day for the whole week hoping that maybe someone had slipped you a note only for nothing to fall out when you opened it, held your breath when they handed out the candy-grams only for your name to never be called, and dressed yourself up nice in the hopes that someone at the Valentine’s Day dance would ask you to dance with them only to end up with sore feet and running mascara by the end of the night. By the time high school came around, you gave up on the idea of Valentine’s Day altogether, never having a relationship last long enough to celebrate it.

You’d turned into a stone hearted cynic, and just the mention of the words ‘Valentine’s Day’ had you rolling your eyes.

That was, until you met Steve Harrington.

You’d never met someone so…romantic. He was the kind of guy to show up to your house with flowers for no reason other than that he wanted to, or buy you a pair of fake diamond earrings (hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?) he saw at an antique shop because he saw them and immediately thought of you. He was the type to leave small little love letters in your locker between classes, and pick you up and spin you around and cover you in kisses because he missed you.

But that didn’t change the fact that you hated Valentine’s Day.

Steve had never been able to understand how someone could hate Valentine’s Day. ‘Come on!’ He’d say. ‘It's a whole day where people who love each other do something special together. What could be better than that?’ You’d always respond the same way; that to you, Valentine’s Day was nothing but a commodity and an excuse for boyfriends who did nothing for their girlfriends all year to make up for it with a fancy dinner and a box of chocolates. You don’t need a special day to show you love someone. If you really love someone, everyday is like that.

It took him prying it out of you before you finally admitted the real reason you hated Valentine’s Day.

“Nobody’s ever done anything nice for me on Valentine’s Day, okay?” The words come out with a bit more bite than you mean for them too, and Steve’s face scrunched a bit.

“What?”

“Nobody’s ever done anything for me for Valentine’s Day.” You repeat yourself. “I’ve never gotten…flowers, or chocolates, or a nice dinner or anything. It’s not a big deal, I’m used to it.”

“Nobody has ever done anything nice for you?”

“I mean, my parents always got me chocolate every year but…nobody ever really made the choice to do anything.” You picked at your nails and tried to make your voice sound like it didn’t bother you, but Steve could hear the disappointment. He tried to question you about it further, but you changed the subject before he could. “It’s not a big deal. Let’s just talk about something else, okay?”

For the next month, Steve took it as a personal challenge to give you the best Valentine’s Day you’d ever had. He even made a stupid little flow chart in one of his notebooks, chicken scratch and scribbles covering 3 whole pages while he tried to brainstorm the best way to make up for all of your shitty Valentine’s Days. He probably looked crazy, the way he was scribbling like a madman during class, but it would all be worth it in the end.

The plan he came up with was simple, really.

Everyday for the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, he put a single red rose in your locker or left it on your bedroom windowsill. Never anything more, other than a note he’d sloppily tied to the stem of the flower with a pink ribbon, the words ‘I love you’ written in red ink. Every day you placed the new flower in a small glass of water you used as a makeshift vase and put the notes in an old jewelry box you didn’t use anymore.

Everyday you’d tell Steve he didn’t have to do that, that you were content with not getting anything, but your smile that spread ear to ear told him more than your words did.

By the time Valentine’s Day finally arrived, you had a full bouquet of seven red roses sitting on your bedside table, and a stack of sloppily written love notes sitting in a box on your dresser. It made you hold your head just a little bit higher, smile a bit brighter, and feel a little bit happier on a day that you always associated with something lonely.

When you opened your locker that morning, you were met with another red rose and a note, except this time the note had been clumsily cut into the shape of a lopsided heart, the words ‘Be my valentine?’ written in glittery pink pen. Two arms wrapping around your waist had you clutching the flower tighter, leaning your back into Steve’s chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He whispered the words against your ear as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, a smile pressed against your skin. You turned in his arms and draped your own over his shoulders.

“Where’d you get a pink glitter pen?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He shut up anymore questions with a kiss, and you giggled. A stupid, girly, lovesick giggle. Steve had a dopey smile on his face when you parted. “Got you something else too.”

He reached into your locker and pulled something out from behind the textbooks, a heart shaped box tied shut with two white ribbons. You went to untie them before he stopped you, placing a hand over your own.

“Don’t open it til’ you get home, okay?” You gave him a skeptical look but nodded anyway.

“Okay?” You slipped the box back into your locker and closed it, cradling your books and the rose in the crook of your arm. “Hey, I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you at lunch, okay?” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and as you went to walk away, he grabbed your wrist lightly.

“You never answered my question, you know.” Your smile grew impossibly wider.

“Yes, I’ll be your valentine.”

When you got home that afternoon, you untied the note from the stem of the rose, clipped it, and placed it in the cup with the others, hand delicately adjusting the flowers until they fell just the right way. You pulled the box from your backpack and plopped down on the bed, untying the ribbon and pulling the lid off.

Inside was an assortment of fancy chocolates, the kind you’d always eye at the grocery store as a kid but your parents told you were too expensive to buy. In a small empty space in the center sat a small black velvet box and another note, folded over in a rather well made origami heart. You picked it up and unfolded it, smiling at the words written inside.

‘I’m picking you up at 7. Wear something nice.

I love you.’

When you opened the velvet box, you almost cried.

Inside the box sat a small promise ring, a silver band swirling in dainty, earthen patterns until they curled around a single pink gemstone fashioned in the shape of a rose. Underneath the lid was a matching pair of earrings, and when you picked up the ring, you noticed an engraving on the inside of the band.

‘I’ll love you until the last rose on Earth dies.’

It all felt like too much. You’d gotten so used to being alone, so used to never getting any gifts at all, that it felt like you didn’t deserve all of these special things Steve was doing for you. It was almost overwhelming, to have someone choose to show you how much they love you, instead of it feeling like some sort of obligation.

Someone chose to love you.

And you really, really liked that.

By the time the clock hit 7, you felt butterflies swimming in your stomach. You knew you had nothing to be nervous about, but that didn’t stop your heart from beating far too fast and your face from keeping a constant blush. It didn’t help that you felt out of place dressed the way you were.

You hadn’t had a reason to dress particularly nice since middle school, nor had you really had a desire to. When you’d pulled the nicest dress you owned out of your closet-a tight black dress that went to just above your knees and made you feel more than a little self conscious-the hanger had been covered in a thin layer of dust, as had the heels you decided to wear it with. The makeup on your face felt heavy, something you’d had to ask your mom for help with, and you coughed as you sprayed perfume straight into your mouth. You slipped the promise ring onto your finger and watched as it sparkled in your bedroom light.

When a knock on the door echoed through your living room at exactly 7:01 pm, you tugged the bottom of your dress down and walked over to the door, swinging the door open slowly. On the other side stood Steve, far better dressed than you had ever seen him, white button down and suit pants pressed smooth without a single wrinkle. He had a few of the buttons on his shirt undone for the fabric to fall open, revealing just enough of his chest to have you blushing. His hair, perfectly quaffed as always, fell into his eyes a bit, and a lovesick smile hid behind a large bouquet of roses.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.” You took the bouquet from him, letting out a soft laugh.

“I think you’ve given me enough roses for one week.”

“Well, you said nobody had ever gotten you flowers for Valentine’s Day, so I figured I’d give you enough to make up for it.” You thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and left to put the new roses with the rest, and as you arranged them all to fit, you noticed that there were 18 roses, one for every Valentine’s Day you’d missed out on. You smiled.

After a quick goodbye to your parents, the two of you were on your way to wherever Steve planned to take you, heat on blast to try and counteract the bitter Indiana winter. When Steve pulled into the parking lot of Enzo’s, your heart sputtered.

“Enzo’s?”

“You said you’d never been, but you’d always wanted to go, so I figured I’d take you out to a nice dinner. You know, to make up for all the times nobody ever took you.” He seemed almost nervous, fidgeting in his seat while his hands tightened a bit on the gear shift as he put the car in park. A smile slowly found its way onto your face, and you leaned over the center console to press a kiss to his cheek. When you pulled away, you giggled at the lipstick mark now staining his skin, and he wiped it away with a blush on his cheeks.

Dinner had been a bit of a culture shock. You weren’t used to anything this ‘high end’, the entire restaurant filled to capacity with couples dressed to the nines to celebrate the holiday. A few of them were around your age, but they ran in a social circle so far away from yours that you didn’t know any of their names.

That night was how you found out you weren’t really one for ‘fine dining’, portions far too small for the outrageous prices listed on the menu. Regardless, you had enjoyed it, even though you much preferred the burgers at the fast food place a few minutes away from your house. It helped that Steve was great company, and by the end of the night you were wishing you didn’t have to go home.

“You could always come stay the night with me.” Steve’s hand snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, mere inches away from your front door. “My parents are gone for the week. Again.”

You swatted at his shoulder when his face morphed into a suggestive smirk.

“You know my dad would kill me.”

“Just don’t tell him.” The words were a whisper against your ear as he pressed a series of kisses to your cheek. “Just sneak out. I’ll move my car down the street so they don’t see me and everything.”

“Do you want me to never be able to see you again?” You let out a small laugh, gently pushing his head away from your face and neck. “If they find out I snuck out I will literally never be allowed to talk to you again.”

Steve put on an exaggerated pout, earning him an elbow to the side.

“Don’t give me that look, I’m serious.” Despite your scolding tone, the smile hadn’t dropped from your face. Steve held his hands up in surrender.

“Fine, fine. But next time your parents are gone for the weekend you’re staying the night.” You let out a laugh and pressed a kiss to his lips, Steve chasing after you when you pulled away.

“Goodnight, Steve. Thank you, for everything you did for me tonight.” He gave you another soft kiss as he smiled against your lips.

“Can’t have my girl thinkin’ I’d just let her wallow on Valentine’s Day. I had to show you what you were missing.” His tone was borderline smug, and all you could do was kiss the smirk off his face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.” You’d said those words to him before, but somehow, this time, they held a little bit more weight to them.

“I love you, too.” One more kiss. “You better go before your dad comes out here and chases me off.” Reluctantly, Steve began heading back to his car, flashing you a wave and a smile as you headed inside.

Valentine’s Day was still overrated, but it was a bit more bearable when you had someone like Steve.

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apomaro-mellow · 7 months

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Mafia AU Part 2

After the party, life went on as usual. Eddie really thought nothing of it until he and Wayne had to go back to the Marini estate a few days later. It was Eddie's second time ever being there, so he assumed he would be included in some sort of important conversation. But instead, his uncle went through a door and left him behind. Before the door was shut, he got a glimpse of the Don himself. Wayne told him to sit outside and behave himself. Which Eddie did. For about a minute.

If they were in a completely different room anyway. It's not like they're going to see where he goes or what he does. He could pull his pants down and moon the door for all they'd know about it. Eddie kept his pants on though. He stood from the chair and started to explore. Since today was supposed to be important gathering, he was dressed for it again today. Button down shirt, gray slacks and suspenders. No jacket though and Wayne had said that was fine.

He almost wished he did though. The Marinis (or was it the Harringtons?) had plenty of little trinkets around their mansion that would've been fun to smuggle out. He could probably still fit something in his pocket though. Like the tiny but beautiful crystal dolphin that was sitting amongst other things in a hallway alcove. Eddie snatched it right up and put both hands in his pocket, whistling away. Get this to the right pawn shop and he and Wayne could be sitting pretty for a while. And these rich fucks wouldn't even notice it missing.

Eddie passed by a window and saw that there was quite the garden outside. A nice stroll in nature was just what he needed. He and Wayne lived in a tiny ass apartment in the city. Not a lot of chances to see green outside the florist. Once he got out there, he put his hat back on to shade his eyes. Eddie took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the leaves, of the flowers, and of...something else. He sniffed some more as he walked, the faint smell getting stronger and then he heard voices.

Steve was here.

With someone.

Ahead of Eddie was a tall hedge, covered in roses. It looked like someone could get lost in there. And when Eddie entered, he quickly realized it was a maze. He grinned. Now this was entertainment. He wondered what they had in the middle? Probably some kind of centerpiece? Eddie was still following that scent of Steve. It was soft and sweet and he knew he was getting close. Eddie peeked around a corner and saw Steve sitting on a bench, talking to a girl, a beta. Obviously this was the center. It had a fountain, which was a little disappointing.

He didn't know what either of them were saying as they were both speaking Italian. All Eddie knew were a few curse words. The girl got up and left Steve, exiting the other way. Eddie was about to announce his presence when Tommy of all people swooped in.

"That took me forever. Guess you're just better at this maze, than me."

"Well, I've been through it a few times", Steve said.

Tommy sat down next to Steve, just a little too close for Eddie's comfort, knowing that Tommy had Steve in his sights. He had no idea how Steve felt. Maybe Tommy was the alpha of his dreams. But he was doubtful, seeing as the omega turned his head away.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?", Eddie announced himself, walking over.

Tommy clearly didn't want him here. He was straight up glaring at Eddie while putting an arm across the bench, like he was already claiming Steve. Steve didn't seem mad at being interrupted. If anything, he looked intrigued.

"What are you doing here, Munson?"

"I can't stop and smell the roses?", Eddie asked, leaning over to sniff at one of the blossoms that were nose height on the hedge.

"It's rude to walk around someone else's place. And imagine if I weren't here", Tommy looked to Steve as he said this. "It's not proper for an omega to be alone with an alpha, both of them unmated."

Steve opened his mouth but Eddie beat him to it. "And what're you? Chopped liver?"

"The boss trusts me. Comes with the territory of being a family friend."

"You must get sooo many perks."

"Tommy, you mind going to check on lunch for me?", Steve asked.

Tommy's head swiveled. "What? Am I your errand boy now?"

Steve leveled him a look that said 'you always have been'. "My father trusts you so much, after all."

"...But...I can't...", his eyes glanced to Eddie.

"I'm not getting less hungry the longer you sit here." Steve put his chin in his hand. "I wonder if there's anyone else here who's better at listening and following orders?"

Tommy got up, straightened his jacket, and walked off, purposely bumping shoulders with Eddie on the way out. Eddie felt the slightest urge to knock heads with him for that, but he was more curious about why Steve would get them alone like this. Tommy was right, being alone with an alpha like him wouldn't be good for Steve's reputation. Especially a lowborn one like Eddie, who technically wasn't even part of the family.

"What kind of lunch do they serve in this joint? I bet you guys get veal here", Eddie said, just trying to fill the silence as Steve inspected him from the bench.

"Your uncle is in a meeting right now. Do you know why?"

Eddie shrugged. "They kept me outside, so I haven't the slightest." Then he grinned. "Maybe they're discussing your dowry to the Hagans."

"Not funny", Steve said, even though he was smiling. "You're still standing."

"Munsons get beat down but we always get back up."

"No, I mean, there's room for you to sit. Why aren't you sitting?"

"And take Hagan's spot? Isn't this the job where you try NOT to make enemies?"

"Are you afraid of Tommy?", Steve asked, eyebrow raised.

Eddie scoffed. "Of him? I called the guy chopped liver but at least that tastes good on bread. I wouldn't spread Tommy on the stalest of crackers."

"I'm going to assume that's an insult because I've never had chopped liver."

Eddie tapped his chin and then snapped his fingers. "It's the poor man's foie gras."

"Ah, so meat mush", Steve nodded in understanding.

"Delicious meat mush. If that fancy pate isn't your thing, you gotta try the deli I got to. Ms. Byers is a small woman but she can butcher the hell out of anything and make it good."

"Maybe she should join the family." Steve smiled at Eddie and then patted the empty space next to him.

Eddie eyed it, feeling tempted, yet not entirely trusting himself. He didn't know Steve that well, but he knew the kinds of games that omegas like to play sometimes. Especially the bored, rich ones. Eddie had never met a bored and rich omega before Steve but he'd heard stories. They got their kicks with alphas, playing around with them until they got caught. And it was always the alpha who paid the price for deflowering an omega that didn't belong to them, ruining them for marriage. Eddie thought maybe they could be afforded more progressive thinking in the year 1986, but for some folks their memory and values didn't go past 1945. Well really, some of them 1870.

In fact, it already felt like playing with fire being alone with Steve for this long. It didn't matter that they were outside, anyone could use this against them.

"I think I should be getting back to my uncle. He still thinks I'm a kid and if I'm not where he left me, he'll put on a search party."

"Sounds like he cares."

"Oh no, he just wants to curb any potential property damage. He lost me at the fair once and by the time he found me, I had already set fire to a kiddy coaster."

Steve laughed, a real laugh, and it was like a bell. He stood up and Eddie noticed that they were practically wearing the same outfit, right down to the suspenders. The only difference, which Eddie could see as he got closer, was the quality. Everything looked perfectly tailored to him. Steve grabbed his jacket off the bench and slid it back on.

"Well then, you'd best get back to your uncle. I wouldn't want you to set off any fires."

"And you? How does a mobster spend a lovely afternoon like this?"

"Steve?! Hey Steve! Where are you!?", Tommy's voice rang somewhere in the distance.

"Helping his friend find his way out of a maze that he's been doing since he was ten", Steve sighed.

Eddie shrugged. "Eh, so mazes aren't his forte. Everyone's got their strengths."

"And what would you say are yours?", Steve asked, tilting his head.

Eddie heard footsteps approaching and decided to be just the smallest bit bold. He took a few steps closer to Steve, so that they were almost toe to toe. He wondered if it spoke to Steve's confidence in holding his own in a fight or if he just knew he could have Eddie killed no problem that he didn't flinch or take a step back.

"I'm good with my hands", Eddie said, patting Steve on the chest just as someone shouted "Hey!"

Eddie took a step back and there was that girl from before. She looked ready to beat Eddie with a stick but also scared if she'd have to do it. Eddie kept her from having to make the choice and stepped away from Steve, hands up and clear.

"I'll be taking my leave now, Mr. Harrington", he said with a slight bow.

"I'll be seeing you, Mr. Munson."

Eddie turned and left, finding his way out of the maze with ease but not before running into Tommy and pointing him in the direction of a dead end. He'd figure it out eventually. And if not, well the Marini staff had to be pretty good at disposing of bodies.

Back in the center, Steve was still staring at the spot Eddie had vacated.

"Hello? Earth to Steve? That was Eddie Munson? Seemed pretty handsy."

Steve patted the pocket on his jacket and took something out. One of the crystal figurines that were around the house. This one, a dolphin. Steve's lips curled up in a smile. "Yeah. That was Munson. Come on, Robin. I need to talk with my father."

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Eddie and Wayne didn't talk the whole way home, except for Eddie asking if they could stop by the deli first. Talking with Steve had gotten him hungry for it. And Wayne looked like he had something on his mind. Almost as soon as they got home, the phone rang and Wayne got on, talking for at least a half an hour. It seemed important, so Eddie stayed put in the apartment, giving him privacy but keeping himself available.

Wayne hung up with a sigh and rubbed his face. Eddie was in the middle of ironing clothes for both of them.

"What's up?", he asked.

"You're being sponsored", Wayne said.

"....What?"

"Sponsored. You. To be in the family."

Eddie nearly dropped the iron in his shock. He cursed and turned to unplug it and get away from the hot metal. "I'm being sponsored? When?! By who?!"

"Now don't get all excited. Initiation is going to be some of the hardest work you'll ever do. And even then, it's not a guarantee you'll get in."

"But this is good, right?! If I get in, we'll both be part of the family! We can get out of this crummy apartment and afford more than one suit and-and pay off our debts and our lives won't suck! We can break the Munson curse!"

"Ain't no curse, how many times I gotta tell you that?"

Eddie frowned at him. "Is that why my mom's life was all daisies and butter when she met my dad?"

"'Daisies and butter'?"

"People say that."

"Who? The ladies down at the bingo parlor?"

"You're doing that thing. You're making jokes", Eddie pointed out.

"Well who do you think you get it from?"

"Wayne...I want to do this. I can do this. And if we're both bringing in the big bucks, we can make our lives better. Even without the curse, that's a fact."

Wayne sighed and sat down on the couch heavily. Even he was thinking a new one would be nice. But at the cost of his nephew? He looked up at him, eyes sad.

"I never wanted this life for you."

Eddie sat down next to him. "A little late for that. So who's my sponsor? Is it Swirly?"

"Well that's the strangest thing. For whatever reason, the boss' son himself said he wanted to sponsor you."

"Steve?", Eddie squeaked.

"Oh he's 'Steve' now, is he?"

"He's always been-okay don't give me that look I haven't-we haven't... I talked to him once, well, technically twice, but you were there the first time! And nothing happened the second time. I have witnesses! Uh, they only saw part of it, but I-you-you're messing with me, aren't you?"

"About Steve Harrington being your sponsor? No. But I'm enjoying watching my nephew get in a tizzy over a handsome omega. Just make sure you don't ever forget who he is", Wayne reminded him.

"Oh trust me, I won't. He looks like everything touches turns to gold. Too rich for my blood."

"It's not even really about him. It's about his father. And what he could do to us if he thinks we've stepped out of line. And I know how you like to toe the line."

"With the trained expertise of a ballerina~"

"You get that from your father. And he tripped up and landed himself behind bars. He got off lucky. Cross the Marinis and they won't be so generous", Wayne warned.

"Got it, putting the pointe shoes away." Eddie knew this was no small gesture. Being sponsored meant everything. Something he said or did must've resonated with Steve. Or maybe this was still a bored, rich omega game. Either way, he wasn't going to waste this chance.

Part 4

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consistentlyamess · 5 months

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We'll see about that - Chapter 1⎮Open with me, oh, we could be honest

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pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: You just wanted a fresh start but you might get more than you bargained for when the sleepy town of Hawkins lives up to its reputation.

warnings: takes place after season 4, 18+ , MDNI, slight age gap (reader is like 2 yrs older than Steve), canon typical violence, mentions of a lonely childhood, mentions of difficult relationship with parents, underage drinking, swearing, eventual smut, abusive relationship, brief stancy storyline, strangers to friend to lovers, pining, slowburn

A/N: I HAVE VERY LITTLE IDEA ABOUT WHAT I'M DOING AND I'M TERRIFIED. but I did get about 10 more likes than I expected, and I've been thinking about this story for so long, that so far it's kind of flowing out of me. so here's chapter 1!!! I probably won't be able to keep this pace up, just a heads up. *hides under a rock immediately after posting* just please bear with me while I figure out what I'm doing here, I guess. idk if it's a warning or not but english is not my first language and it's not beta-d. so. it is what it is . 'tough girl' is a very conscius nod to mizz @loveshotzz who had me on. the. floor. with AIRWIY

💜💜💜 TY for reading!!!! 💜💜💜

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You woke up with a pounding headache. Sometimes they still came. Mostly like this, in the morning, out of nowhere and it takes about two or three aspirins for them to go away.

This is the first hiccup. The last time you had a headache like this, it was about finals time back in Bloomington. You just wanted to get out, you wanted it to be over, barely slept, barely ate, so the headaches were no surprise really. Then after graduation, when you were leaving one cursed town for another, you thought you left the headaches behind as well. Which very obviously was not the case. But they passed pretty easily compared to the previous ones.

The week passed in a blur mostly. You hung out at Family Video quite a lot and when you weren’t there it was mostly just getting used to the town. The first couple of days you find a diner where you can have coffee in the morning. The second morning you run into Steve.

‘Hey, stranger, how are you doing?’ He says with a boyish smile.

‘Just getting my morning coffee, trying to show this lovely town that I’m just like them, you know, coffee, pancakes, the works.’

‘Good thinking, you would be truly terrifying otherwise.’

‘You think?’

‘Oh, absolutely! 5”6 woman with a killer smile and - and I quote - decent cooking skills? Dangerous.’ He’s flirting with you but you pretend to be oblivious.

‘Well, wait ‘till you see my reward sticker collection. The lack of teachers shows, stacked up some pretty great stars and flowers and whatnot. Those kids won’t know what hit ‘em.’

Fine, maybe not that oblivious.

‘Wow, bringing out the big guns early, huh? How does one earn those stickers? Would some A-grade guacamole do the job at a dinner party?’

‘We’ll just have to wait and see, I guess.’

‘Guess so.’ You reach the coffee shop and he’s opening the door for you with a sly smile. Oh, boy.

As you get to the counter, you see that a tiny brunette is already balancing some coffees and pastries there.

‘... and I’ll also take like four of the cheese sandwiches.’ ‘Coming right up! Hey, give those pastries back, I’ll get you a bigger bag.’

‘Thanks, Al.’

You don’t miss the way Steve stiffens a little beside you.

‘Having a party Wheeler?’ He says.

‘Oh, god, you scared me.’ The tiny woman said, clutching at her chest. Her big eyes and tiny pointy nose made her look very cute.

‘You know exactly that’s for those assholes in the office.’ She says with a frown.

‘I know, you looked very cute though.’ She smiles shyly at that, looking down at her feet. Oh, boy, indeed.

‘Hi, we haven’t met before-’ you reach out trying to cut the tension.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, I was so occupied with those goddamn sandwiches.’ She shakes her head and takes your hand immediately. ‘I’m Nancy, Nancy Wheeler. You must be the new girl. Robin told me all about you. Went on a tirade actually. You’re starting in Hawkins Elementary, right?’

‘News travel a little unsettlingly fast here.’ You let out a nervous laugh. ‘But yes, that would be me.’

She glances up at Steve, who suddenly finds something very interesting on the menu above the counter. He runs a hand up his neck and squints at the menu. Subtle, Steven, really. Seamless.

‘So, she told you about the dinner on Saturday as well?’

‘A little more actually, she invited me.’ She frowned again and it made you laugh again.

‘Good! That’s exactly what I was about to do.’

‘Great! She told me she was gonna bring a pie but I’m betting my left arm she’s gonna burn it, so we’ll bring a back-up.’

‘We?’

‘Jesus, what a fun bunch we are. My boyfriend, Jonathan, is coming too. But only if it’s okay with you! He's staying for a while, finally. A little socialization we’ll do good for him.’

OH. BOY. So many alarm bells go off in your brain you can’t even count them.

‘Next!’ Al shouts out.

‘Sorry, one sec.’ You excuse yourself and you count your lucky stars that it immediately snapped you out of it. You’re not sure you could’ve contained your face.

‘Hi, Al! Can I get a black coffee to go please?’

‘If you ask this nicely, you can have anything, sweetheart. Comin’ right up! Anything else for you? The muffins are fresh.’

‘Oh, I wouldn’t miss that! Please, throw one in!’ You smile sweetly and he smiles back. On another day, in another café you might have suggested something very different this guy could do with his fresh muffin but you needed this town to like you. If anything happens or if you run out of gas in the middle of the road, you need to have friends. People looking out for each other. Looking out for you. That’s what these small towns are all about, right?

‘Jesus, keep it in your pants Al.’ Steve mutters to himself and both you and Nancy raise an eyebrow.

‘Okay, I totally forgot, I have an appointment with the…’ Shit. You’re blanking. ‘... the, uh, the school counselor!’ You say a little more loudly, you’re so proud of yourself. ‘So, I’m off.’ You slap a two dollar bill on the counter and start moving toward your exit.

‘Who? Miss Kelly? Isn’t she on vacation, still?’ Nancy asks. ‘I haven’t seen her in like a week.’

‘Well, I have an appointment with someone, maybe it’s not the school counselor. I didn’t, uhm, write it down. But I’ll see you guys on Saturday, right?’ You wave your goodbye and your lungs feel less tight right away as you get out of the diner, leaving a little dumbfounded Nancy and Steve behind you. Whatever you walked in the middle of, you want no part of it. No matter how boyish his smile or homely brown his eyes are.

***

Staying away proves to be way more difficult than you thought though. Robin is way too nice to say no to, and more importantly, you really like her. It also doesn't take long until you meet the other members of the party. You met Jonathan one time at the library you visited. He was with Nancy, looking for something they didn’t elaborate on. A very endearing stoner Argyle, a gloomy kid, who visited his not-a-girlfriend friend in the hospital every week, Lucas, his quippy and lovebly snappy sister Erica, a kid with the smartest mouth on him you’ve ever seen, Dustin, Will, who’s very soft spoken is really fast to become one of you favorites, not just because he’s really into art, Nancy’s broody brother Mike and of course the shy and sweet El. Or Jane. You’re not sure and nobody else seems to be either. But, hey, who were you to complain about weird nicknames? But all of that came with a lot of Steve on the side and keeping the flirting to the minimum was a real challenge. Especially ‘cause you liked it. He knew what he was doing and he was good at it. But it was impossible to miss how he softened when he saw Nancy, how something akin to hope flickered in his eyes.

It was also impossible to miss that they were hiding something. At one time Mike referred to the mall fire with air quotes and Robin immediately kicked him in the shin. Whenever Will touched his neck, everyone became tense. El kept looking around and spacing out sometimes, until Mike brought her back with a gentle tug on her hand. You’re not stupid, you pick up on these things. But you don’t ask too many questions. They’ll tell you if they want to. Or not. That’s also fine with you. Everyone has secrets and it’s not a surprise that a town like this may harbor more than one.

The second hiccup does come at the dinner though. You were nervous all day. And of course cooking and cleaning all day. You made lasagne and your favourite salad with grenadine seeds and walnuts, and some chocolate chip cookies, just to be safe. You bought wine and soda, a bunch of scented candles, you cautiously put up fairy lights, the first thing that made the place look more cozy, more yours. Your chest tightened at the thought a little. This is okay, this is your place. This is what people do when they have a place. You were just renting, of course, but the owners made it pretty clear that they’re not planning on coming back anytime soon, so they gave you the all clear on any makeover your heart desired. You didn’t know what your heart desired. Not yet anyway. You were so focused on just getting a place, any place, you would’ve taken a room in an attic without lighting. You’re a little startled by the doorbell as you get lost in your thoughts while tossing the salad.

‘Shit’ you mutter to yourself. You haven’t changed, your hair is a mess, you’re a little sweaty from all the work you’ve done and of course the table is not set yet. Great going, Peach. One hell of a first impression. Well, it wasn’t a first impression, not really, but still. The doorbell goes off again.

‘Coming!’ As you tear the door open it presents a bickering Robin and Steve.

‘... I took my eyes off of it for one second, Steve-’

‘Yeah, well the recipe clearly stated that you have to watch it very closely! Constantly!’

‘Oh, my go- Peach!’ Robin rasps as she notices you standing there. She basically throws herself in your arms. ‘I burned the pie.’ She says in a sad voice that reminds you so much of a kid who was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. ‘I failed you, I’m so sorry!’ ‘Oh, honey, it’s okay! I made some chocolate chip cookies, Nancy is bringing some pie as well, we’re all good sweets, don’t you worry!’ You tell her, hugging her tightly and laying a kiss on the top of her head for good measure. ‘And next time just call me, my pies are the talk of every Thanksgiving. I can give you some tips and tricks.’

‘You’re an angel.’ Robin sighs. Above her shoulder you lock eyes with Steve for a minute. He watches the two of you with the most doughy eyes and smile you’ve seen on him so far. He waves a little and huffs out a quiet ‘hi’. You take one of your hands from the girls back and wave back to him. He keeps watching and you can’t take it. You pull Robin away, grabbing her shoulders.

‘Alright, early birds get the worm’ you clap your hands ‘which means, you guys get to help me with the finishing touches, while I go take a shower and change, because I may smell like an onion but I have so much flour and butter on me that if you put me in the oven for 20 minutes on 350º I might come back as a pie as well.’

You make them laugh with that and the little laugh that comes out of Steve makes you want to run away into the woods and scream, it's so sweet. For the love of GOD, girl, get it the fuck together. This time Robin’s prodding finger in your ribs is what snaps you out of your state.

‘You're the boss! We’re at your service, m’lady!’ she bows theatrically. ‘Band kid?’

‘Trumpet’ Steve says with a shit eating grin. Robin seems a little uncomfortable at that.

‘Figures. Band kids are always the best.’ You wink at Robin. ‘Stamina and nimble fingers. Exactly what you need in the kitchen.’ Wow, you’re staggeringly bad at this not flirting thing.

‘Well, damn. If you were recruiting I’d never even look at a swimming pool or a basketball.’ Steve counters with the beginnings of that same shit eating grin.

‘Jock?’ You ask, turning to Robin.

‘But a reformed one at that. Did some penance for his sins.’

‘By driving 12 year olds around town?’ ‘And by bringing wine and some beer to your dinner party, smartass.’ As he says it, he starts moving around you, already having rid himself of his coat and shoes. He leans close and almost whispers the last word in your ear. It makes the muscles in your neck flex. ‘So, where do you need us?’ Robin’s eyes ping-pong between the two of you so you turn around. ‘Right. Plates are in the cabinet above the sink, cutlery in that drawer, glasses are already on the counter and you have some napkins on the table already. I’ll turn myself into a human again and be right back! Don’t break anything, please, I barely have enough stuff as it is.’

Your turn to make your way to the bathroom but you still catch the sound of Robin’s swat that probably lands on Steve’s arm. They hiss something at each other, but you try not to eavesdrop more. Not my circus, not my monkeys, not my circus, not my monkeys, not my circus, not my monkeys.

By the time you make your way back, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle are all there. The letter with suspiciously narrow eyes and mellow smile. You make a mental note to ask him about that sometime. As you make your way to the table, still drying your hair with a towel, Nancy gasps.

‘Oh, my god, I love your dress!’

‘Thank you!’ You answer as you reflexively look down at yourself, before hugging her. ‘It was my mom’s in the sixties. Real flower child shit, I love it.’ The dress is almost floor length, it has a warm, orange-ish shade thanks to the thousands of tiny flowers, but it also has a dark, almost black undertone. It hugs your hips and has small buttons running up all the way on the front, top three still hanging loose, revealing some of the lace underneath.

‘Hell yeah, brochacha, I dig your style.’ You giggle at Argyle’s antiques as you hug the two boys shortly as a greeting.

‘Hey, do you have a corkscrew somewhere in here?’ Steve calls from the kitchen without turning around. ‘Uhm, that’s a good question actually. Let me check!’ You make your way to the kitchen, and plop the towel on the counter temporarily. ‘I- oh’ Steve says the moment he turns around and sees you. You’re suddenly very aware of those top three buttons. You should’ve buttoned them. ‘Wow, you, uh, you look really nice.’ He says, running a hand up and down his neck once. So, it is a nervous tick. You hope to any higher power if they're there, that you don’t blush. ‘Thanks.’ The smile you can’t hide. You know it’s there, he knows it’s there. Well, fuck. ‘So, have you checked the bottom drawer? I think that’s usually the bastard drawer.’ ‘Bastard drawer?’ He asks with furrowed brows but still not taking his eyes off of the tiny flowers. ‘My mom used to call it that. It’s the drawer you just kind of throw shit in, shit you don’t know where else to put. It's kind of rude, now that I think about it.’ You grimace to yourself as you zero in on it.

He watches you as you move toward said drawer. He likes the way the dress sways with each step you take. It’s a slow, almost magical movement of fabric in his eyes. A mix between a witch and some sort of fairy. He likes that you’re still barefoot, you look at home, even though you’ve only been here for a little more than a week. He likes the way you tuck your wet hair behind your ear as you crouch down. He likes your wet hair too, if he’s being honest with himself.

‘Uh-huh! The bastard drawer never disappoints.’ ‘Way to go flower child!’ Argyle chimes from somewhere in the living room. Steve shakes his head at that. But you can tell, he’s hiding a smile. ‘Thanks dude!’ You shout back as Steve moves towards you. You think he’s going to help you up, but then Robin storms in. ‘Hey, Peach- oh, come on, I’ll help you up.’ Something flashes in Steve’s eyes as he leans back on the counter. ‘Do you need help with anything else?’ ‘You can help me bring in the drinks if you’re up for it. The lasagne need another 10 minutes but we can have some drinks until then.’ ‘Really? Me too?’ You snort. ‘I’m not your mom, babes, of course you can.’

The evening goes well after that. You get to chatting, you talk about uni, very briefly but you mention that you had a failed relationship as well, you gush about your favourite teacher and ask them about the children of Hawkins. They tell you about the town, about how they met, how they became closer when tragedy after tragedy struck. Robin mentions clumsily that Nancy and Steve used to be a thing, which in turn makes the whole table uncomfortable. Except for Argyle, who, god bless his heart, chimes in with a ‘This lasagne is schmashing dude’. Which eases the conversation again. ‘It is really good, Peach.’ Steve emphasizes, tongue darting out to lick the corner of his lips. ‘When did you learn all of this?’

‘Well, growing up it was just my mom and me. We didn’t have a perfect relationship but she loved cooking. That was really the only thing we did together. Then she had to work more, so I had to do it on my own more and then when I was uni, it was comforting to do things we used to do together.’ You shrug a little almost as a sign that you don’t know what else to say. You do that a lot, Steve notes to himself. As well as the fact that your cheeks and chest get a little pink after two glasses of wine. Just some notes. You don’t know if it’s the wine or the fact that you haven't felt this calm, since what feels like a lifetime, but this sudden openness catches you off guard. But Robin jumps to the rescue again.

‘Oh, my god, that is so sweet!’ She squeals and she grabs your hand. ‘By the way, I never asked you about how that kind of date went?’

Now she is the one with the deer caught in the headlight eyes.

‘Duuuuude, you had a date? That’s awesome! How did it go?’ Argyle joins your inquiry. ‘Oh, it was… well, we- uhm’ she gets caught off by the ring of the phone which she seems very grateful for. You? Less so. ‘Who is- sorry, I’ll go get it.’ As you get closer to the phone, on the other side of the wall, your stomach starts to knot. No one is supposed to know this number. Maybe the school. Please, god, let it be the school. As you reach for the phone, you know it’s not the school. You’re so sure it makes you nauseous. Panic crawls up your throat, your hands are shaking but you know you can’t not answer. Normal people are not afraid to answer phone calls.

‘Hello?’ You call but nobody answers. You swallow with a big gulp. ‘Hello?’ You try again, this time squeezing your eyes shut and balling your hand into a fist. And that’s when you hear it. Breathing on the other side. You panic and slap the phone back on the wall.

‘Is everything okay?’ Steve asks and you hear the slide of a chair on the floor, and you start moving further into the kitchen. ‘I- Y-eah’ you call with a crack in your voice. You take a deep breath, trying to stady yourself. ‘Just ah, a wrong number. I’ll go heat up the pie!’ You try to think about the cold metal of the Colt on your night stand. It’s okay, you’re safe here, you can protect yourself, you made sure.

You’re already leaning against the stove when he finally catches up to you.

‘Do you need help?’ ‘No, no, I got it’ you call back over your shoulder, without turning around. You crouch down in front of the oven and open it. The heat comes rushing out but it’s still not enough to warn you. You grab onto the sheet with reckless abandon and promptly burn yourself.

‘Ouw- Fuck-’ ‘Shit, are you okay?!’ Steve comes rushing towards you as you hear the muffled sound of the others fussing in the living room. ‘Shit, come on, come here.’ Now he helps you up, one hand holding your wrist, the other settling on the small of your back as he guides you to the sink. ‘We have to put some cold water on it, so it doesn’t blister.’

You can only nod. The panic of the phone call is still at the back of your throat but now the burn of your palm feels a lot more urgent, so you will your body and your mind to work together and prioritize here. As the cold water hits the burn, you hiss and Steve apologizes.

‘No, please, it’s what you’re supposed to do.’ ‘So much for the pie tips and tricks, tough girl.’ He smiles at you a little mockingly. ‘I never said anything about kitchen accidents. You got nothing on me Mugsy.’ ‘Alright-’ Before he can really get going, Robin clears her throat loudly in the kitchen door, standing with crossed arms. ‘You guys okay in here?’ ‘Yeah!’ You say, pulling your hand away from Steve as gently as you can. ‘Yeah, just burned my hand. Nothing life threatening. But I will need someone else to put the pie in the oven for me after all.’ ‘I got-’ ‘I can do it.’ ‘Really, Robin? So, I’ll have to take care of two burns?’ Steve says, turning around with his hands on his hips. ‘Oh, calm your tits mom, I can put a pie in the oven on my own you-’ ‘Both of you can shut up, I’ll put it in.’ Nancy says as she pops in and comes directly towards you and looks at your hand with a concerned look. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Guys, it’s just a sheet that was a little too hot. I’ll live.’ Nancy nods but you know that she can see that you’re still shaking. She moves to the oven and Steve takes the opening to make his way back towards you. ‘Do you have some ice? You should put some ice on it for the night.’ ‘Hey, Steven!’ Robin calls out a little too loudly and a little too sharply. And you make a mental note to send her a gift basket because now that the panic and the pain are subsiding, you really don’t want to feel his breath on your cheeks and his fingers moving your wrist so carefully, like you’re made of glass. ‘Would you be a darling and help me open a bottle of wine.’ ‘You’re a big girl, you can open a bottle of wine on your own.’ He quips back. ‘Oh, now I can do things on my own?’ ‘It’s a bottle of wine not a piping hot oven, Buckley, there is a difference.’ They continue arguing but you can’t make it out anymore under the sound of running water and Nancy and your laughter. ‘They are literal children.’ ‘It’s cute, really. I always wanted siblings.’ You confide in her. How can you not? Her blue eyes have this shade to them. A shade that sees right through you. A shade that tells you there’s no use in lying. Or hiding for that matter. ‘Are you sure, you’re okay?’ She asks, quiet, sincere. ‘Yeah, I’ll be fine. Had much worse.’ You smile at her and she doesn’t push. You’re thankful.

You almost can’t believe it but the rest of the dinner goes by without any more accidents. You guys come close when Robin wants to cut into the pie but Steve takes the knife out of her hand. Everyone wanted to help clean up but you swatted them away, insisting that you were the host and it was fine. You pack a box of leftovers for Argyle and he’s out the door. Nancy and Jonathan are the next, thanking you and even Jonathan shooting you a smile that tells you, he really did enjoy himself. By the time you close the door behind Steve and Robin, you almost forgot about the phone call. Almost. Not even a minute passes when there’s a knock at your door again. You huff out a laugh. ‘I told you, dude, that’s all the cookies I have, there’s- oh, Steve.’ You’re stopped in your tracks. ‘I- did you leave something here?’ ‘Yeah, I,uh, can you check if my wallet is on the counter, for me?’ ‘Sure, come in, I’ll be just a sec.’ You check but there’s no wallet. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t find it! Are you sure it’s not in the car, or-’ When you arrive back he’s leaning over the small dresser next to the door.

‘Oh, shoot! You know what?’ He says, feigning a realization. ‘It was in my back pocket. So forgetful sometimes. Night, tough girl!’ You’re a little confused but that doesn’t keep you from quipping back. ‘That nickname’s gonna stick, isn’t it?’ ‘Depends. Maybe I’ll think of something better.’ He says with a wink and turns on his heels.

After locking the door you glance down to the dresser. There’s a note on the block of Post-its you have there.

I’m very used to spending nights on my own in an empty house. If something spooky happens again or you need some ‘tips and tricks’ just give me a call.

There’s nobody there to see but you still feel like you have to hide your smile by trying to bite into your lower lip as you study his number.

Fucking hell. You really should’ve finished those goddamn buttons.

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Eddie on tour pt 5

“Why is your tour so short?” Steve asks, curious.

Eddie walks down the street on the main drag in St. Louis. They have a rare day off before their show and he’s enjoying the strangely cool day.

“They only asked us on for the first leg of tour. Some other yahoos get to take our place opening on the second leg.” Eddie pulls his earbuds from his leather jacket pocket, tucking Steve’s voice into his ears.

“Hmm.” Steve takes a second to reply. “Is that good or bad?”

“Can it be both?” Eddie asks. “It’ll be nice to sleep in my own bed again. But the rush of playing in front of a crowd, in these beautiful venues, that I’ll miss.”

“You’ll book another tour soon. I’d put money on it.”

Eddie grins from ear to ear. “What makes you so sure?”

“Eds. I don’t listen to metal. Like. At all. But I enjoy the music you and the guys make. It feels very you and I love listening to… I’m an 80s pop guy! And I can’t get enough of Corroded Coffin.” He clears his throat, “for what it’s worth.”

“It’s worth a lot, sweetheart.” Eddie’s dimples grow deep as his smile widens.

“Enough about me. What trouble have you been getting into lately, big boy?” Eddie eggs him on.

“It’s so boring over here. Just trying to make it through summer classes.” Steve sighs.

“But what do you do for fun?” Eddie asks as he walks into a coffee shop. The music is low and he orders an Americano with room for milk.

“I don’t really. I mean, I used to swim but I haven’t since high school.” Steve’s voice goes low. “I’m nothing special.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow. “You take that back.”

“Huh?”

“You do not get to talk about my favorite person like that.” Eddie snarls to emphasize his point. “You’re incredibly caring, you’ve put a lot of work into figuring out who you want to be, and you’re going to be a councilor. Not because it’s easy but because you want to help people.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down, baby.” Steve sounds flushed.

“I will not.” He smiles at the kind barista as he picks up his drink. He adds milk and sugar, giving it a stir.

“Eddie.”

“Now that we have that out of the way, what do you do for fun?” Eddie’s voice is more even and soothing.

“Mmm. I do like to draw. I have a few sketch books here and I don’t really show anyone what I work on.” Steve pauses. “I think I’d like to try painting.”

“That’s a brilliant idea.” Eddie walks out of the coffee shop and perches on a bench near by.

“Question,” Steve prompts.

“Hmm?” Eddie sips his coffee.

“Am I really your favorite person?” His voice cracks.

“Uh… yeah. Yes. Please don’t tell Jeff.”

“That’s the first thing I’m telling him when I meet him.” Steve laughs.

There’s a comfortable silence between them now. Eddie breathes in deep as he looks at the sky. He hasn’t shared a quiet moment like this with anyone before. He always feels the need to fill the silence. Worried for some reason or another that the person is bored or bothered or annoyed. But with Steve, with this man on the other end of the line, he feels content. His anxiety wasn’t buzzing around like bees in his head. It was just the two of the here in this moment, miles apart, but together.

“Hey Eddie?”

Steve’s soft tone feels like flowers blooming in Eddie’s chest.

“Yeah?”

Steve clicks his tongue. “Never mind.”

“Okay.” Eddie fiddles with his rings. He hums a tune that’s been stuck in his head.

“Don’t you want to know?” Steve pries.

“Of course! You changed your mind though so I’m not gonna push it. I’ll be here if you change your mind again.” Eddie’s lips purse as he reassure the other man. He whistles.

“Okay,” Steve’s next words rush together. “I was wondering if you were staying in a hotel room tonight and if you’d be alone and if you’d be interested in maybe talking like um, more intimately and I don’t want to assume anything. I just can’t stop thinking about you and I don’t know if I can wait until I meet you or even if you’d want to go any further and I feel like a weirdo asking—“

“We are treating ourselves to a hotel tonight,” Eddie cuts him off.

“Does that mean… is that a yes?” Steve’s pitch raises with his question.

“Can I admit something?” Eddie asks.

Steve swallows, “of course.”

“I haven’t had phone sex before.” His face turns red and even though Steve can’t see him he pulls a bit of hair to cover his mouth. Embarrassed.

“Me either!” Steve shouts and then goes shy. “Think, uh, think you’d like to give it a try?”

Eddie hums playfully.

“I do like telling stories,” he muses. “And I’ll have to tell Jeff to get lost for a while tonight. He will definitely give me shit for that.”

Steve is quiet.

“You know what?” Eddie throws his free hand in the air. “For you, sweetheart, I’m in.”

“You’re sure?” Steve whispers.

“Mhmm. As long as you don’t get jealous of my sweet, sweet story telling skills.” Eddie says breathy.

“It’s not like bed time stories, you know that, right?” Steve questions.

“You haven’t been to one of my D&D sessions yet. You don’t know what you’re in for.” He gloats.

“Clearly.” Steve chuckles again. “Well, I gotta head out. I’m having lunch with Robin in a bit.”

“Tell her I said hi and I can’t wait to meet her backstage.” Eddie grins.

“What do you… seriously? She’s gonna flip. You’re so wonderful.”

“VIP badges will be at will call just for you two.” Eddie bites his lip. “Talk to you later, Steve.”

“Can’t wait.”

Eddie ends the call and texts Jeff.

/Eddie/: I’m gonna need the room for a while tonight. No questions asked.

He sips the last of his coffee. His phone chimes.

/Jeff/: youre gross. I’ll just cuddle up with GareBear tonight.

/Jeff/: I don’t gotta know what you’re getting into but I feel like I should congratulate you or something.

/Eddie/: I’ll accept my medal at breakfast tomorrow.

/Jeff/: Seriously. You’re gross. 😜

Totally worth the endless teasing ahead. Now what was he going to do with the rest of his day? He spots a small artsy store front across the way. He crosses the street and bobs in.

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I love them, your honor. Prepare for smut in pt 6. 🫣

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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(Hanahaki AU tag)

Shops close early in Salt Lake, but they manage to find a diner that’s still open for dinner. Eddie’s used to being stared at, but the looks he gets just walking into the place are something else.

“Get ready to take off at the crack of dawn tomorrow, Stevie,” he mutters. “I’m not staying a minute longer than we have to in this backwater shithole.”

Steve’s glancing around like he’s actually picking up on how the locals aren’t exactly thrilled to have someone like Eddie around, breathing their air and eating their food.

“You think they…” He leans in and lowers his voice like he’s in some kind of spy movie. “Think they recognize you?”

Eddie smacks him upside the head. “They sure as hell will if you go around acting like I’m a state secret. But—no, probably not. I don’t know. I just don’t exactly fit in here, don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

Steve makes a face and leans back, picking at his buffalo wings. “Yeah, I guess I’m not fitting in too well either.”

It makes Eddie pause for a second, because he’s got no idea what certified prom king All-American golden boy Steve’s talking about. Then he takes another look at the man sitting across from him, a real look: takes in the raised scar tissue on his neck and the untrimmed scruff, the Sabbath t-shirt he must’ve nicked from Eddie at some point, the worn brown leather jacket, the hair grown long enough to tangle at his collar.

He looks like he could be dangerous. He looks like he could be wild.

“Sure,” says Eddie, taking a sip of his milkshake to cover how hard he has to swallow. “Life on the road has corrupted you, Steve Harrington.”

———

They head south towards red rock country. It’s a lot more open land than Eddie’s used to, all stunted gray-green bushes clustering low around the highway, broken up by the occasional stand of cottonwoods cropping up where the road cuts closer to the river.

They stop at a pull-off a little after noon, on the outskirts of Arches where the sandstone formations are starting to stack up high, to stretch their legs and scarf down some of the snacks they’ve been hoarding in the back of the van. It’s probably (definitely) not healthy, but Eddie’s made the executive decision not to care about health anymore. There’s got to be some upsides to all of this. He can live on grease and salt and weed for however long he’s got left.

It’s been pretty bad lately. Eddie’s started to do a thing where he coughs flowers up into his mouth and then swallows them back down when Steve’s around. It means they just come up again bigger and worse later, but so far he’s been able to time it so that he can hunch over a filthy gas station toilet when he really has to puke up the botanical equivalent of a hairball.

There’s been more blood coming out, too. At first it’d been just a drop or two at the edges when he’d spit to clear his mouth afterwards, but now there’s actual streaks on the petals, damning dark russet smeared across that hideous sunshine yellow.

He can’t fucking stand the sight of flowers anymore. Any of ‘em. He pops another Dorito into his mouth and twists a pale half-unfurled blossom off a nearby prickly pear, squatting in the shadow of a red standstone outcrop to take the flower apart, petal by petal. It feels a little soothing to rip it apart like this, but he knows he’s probably making things worse by letting his brain dwell like this. Just, sometimes his brain’s like a terrier that wants to chase down rats, and if he doesn’t give it enough rats to chase it’ll start gnawing on its own tail.

Steve comes to lean against the rock by Eddie. “Got a grudge there, man?”

Eddie shrugs, fingers still worrying at the sepals, shredding petals into confetti. “Told you I was dramatic.”

“Y’know, I always wondered if you could like, plant the stuff people throw up with normal flowers. Think they’d survive?”

“Why on earth would you want to do something like that, Harrington?”

“Well, like—if somebody had the bloom, and then they told the other person and it all worked out, it might be nice to have some kind of memento. Like, living proof that it’s true love. Don’t you think?”

“I think it’s selfish,” says Eddie. “I mean, telling someone you bloomed for them, even if it works out. It’s manipulative. You’re kinda saying: if you break up with me I might literally die.”

“So what, people like that can’t ever be in love?”

“Sure.” Eddie snorts. “They can be in love. They should just have the fuckin’ dignity to perish from it the first time round, save everyone a lot of time.”

“That what you’re doing? Saving time?”

Eddie stops breathing.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, man,” says Steve. “But you’re not that sneaky.”

#I know some folks wanted this to be a longfic but I think we're past the halfway mark #it'll probably be about 10k all told #which is actually probably for the best bc the angst levels here are. whew.#not sustainable for that much longer without becoming utterly unbearable to either read or write #anyway don't be like eddie! don't disturb flora in national parks! take only photos leave only footprints #hanahaki au #steddie

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h4arts · 2 years

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dating nancy wheeler

- if you ask her to play a game with you, she will cheat but it'll be so subtle you won't even know until she randomly tells you a week later

- flowers before every date and saturday mornings (neither of you know why, it just is)

- karen was the first one to know, i don't know why she just did

- ted either doesn't acknowledge that you're dating or legitimately doesn't know (sir doesn't keep up with his kids)

- robin third wheeling your dates to the skating rink

- if you stay over, she'll read her book to you, or if she stays at yours, she'll bring her book with her

- drags you with her on the off occasion she drives the kids anywhere

- asks for your opinion on a story/if you think she should pursue it or not

- more often than not you encourage it

- you being her BIGGEST supporter at literally everything

- she's a mom when you two go grocery shopping, yet pretends not to notice when you try to sneak something small in the cart

- doing each others makeup while ranting about shitty co-workers, bosses, customers, etc

- dancing to blondie in her room on thursday nights before bed

- cheek and forehead kisses from her >>>

- she'd never directly ask, but she loves when you give her back rubs

- pretending to talk shit about steve and robin to see their panicked faces about what they could've done

- also, prank wars:

- it would probably start between you and steve as a joke but he convinces robin to help him (most likely by bribing her) so you naturally go to nancy

- she might seem like prank wars aren't her thing, but she's a MENACE

- literally the best prank ideas generate out of that woman's brain like second nature (probably because of her intolerance for mike) (no hate to mike <3)

- overall, best couple in hawkins and daily reminders of how much you love each other

- bonus: leaving each other little notes around the house while the other is gone

#nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler #stranger things #stranger things x reader #a writes for nancy w.

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thewriterthatghostedyou · 2 years

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Steve Kemp Drabble

So I know I said that I’d post this tomorrow, but I finished it a day early and thought… why not post it now? Low key has nothing to do with finals or studying but meh I liked how it turned out.

This is my first time writing for Steve Kemp so tell me if there is anything I’d need to fix for next time.

Note: This is definitely a dark fic. Like pretty dark. Minors do not interact.

Chapter warnings: mentions of cannibalism, kidnapping, and threat of non con. Basically canon level violence.

At first, he had only let you finish your book because it had made you more valuable.

Selling just the meat and pictures got boring to the 1% of the 1%. And after accidentally throwing in a small sketch one of his last victims had drawn, Victoria was her name, he had finally found a way to recapture his customers.

To his surprise, they had been delighted to pay extra for a piece of art done by the women they paid to eat. A sketch here was $5,000, a painting was $10,000. But a fully finished book? An easy $20,000.

The second you had told him that you were an author he knew that he had hit the gold. You had never published a book before, so you wouldn’t be missed, but even if your writing was bad it would bring in a good chunk of cash.

So he had done what he always did, seduced and convinced you to take a small trip with him. You had been apprehensive at first, after all you had only known him for two months, but eventually agreed.

He would have found your reservations endearing if he wasn’t the thing you were trying to defend yourself against.

You had fallen unconscious quicker than most, and Steve knew that's because you rarely ever drank. He had thought it was adorable how you’d always order Shirley Temples instead of a fruity cocktail.

“You never know when a good idea is going to hit you.” You had said. “I need to be ready to write it down if I ever want to get published.”

That’s why on your fourth date he had gotten you a new notepad, since the one you carried around with you was beaten up and battered by time.

He remembered meeting you in a small coffee shop, and chuckling as you scrunched your nose in thought.

He remembered taking you to a small speakeasy for your first date. And how your eyes had sparkled at the surroundings.

Now here he sat, deciding when to start cutting you up. He’d have to start soon, but he had found himself hesitating.

He hadn’t hesitated with the rest. He hadn’t felt anything when it came to them, even with his now ex wife. But you. You. The way your eyes would twinkle when you smiled and how you always smelled like flowers.

He tried to focus. Tried to mentally block you out but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t see something as sweet as you on his operating table. He wasn’t sentimental. Far from it, but the thought of seeing your eyes peering at him fearfully made his chest tighten. And that’s when he knew.

He couldn’t let anything happen to you. He couldn’t do anything to hurt you.

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Y/n’s POV

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Out of all of your shortcomings, you had never expected that your love for romance would be what did you in.

But you should have, and maybe some part of you knew that Steve was too good to be true. It was too perfect of a meet cute. It didn’t matter anymore though. Your fate was as good as sealed and there was nothing you could do to change it.

Signing, you looked at the clunky typewriter he had given you to finish your book on. He obviously didn’t trust you with your laptop. You weren’t sure why he wanted you to finish your book so badly, after all you were just another piece of meat for him to sell. To eat. You shivered at the thought and felt tears well up in your eyes. You didn’t want to die.

You snuggled softly and wiped away your stray tears as you heard Steve’s heavy footsteps come down the stairs. It must have been time for dinner. Or lunch. Whatever time it was out there.

“Morning sweetheart.” Breakfast then.

You looked at him as he unlocked the cell door and slid inside with a tray of steaming scrambled eggs and toast.

“How’s the writing going?”

You didn’t give him an answer and just watched as he placed the tray next to you.

“I get it ok, you’re mad.” You scoffed at that but still said nothing. “But I was thinking…” he trailed off looking at you. This couldn’t be good.

“I’m not gonna sell you.” He said finally, sitting across the room from you.

You blinked in surprise at that, and felt a smile rise to your mouth. “You’re going to let me go?” You asked hopefully.

He chuckled at that and you felt all of your newfound hope be dashed instantly. “You know I can’t do that sweetheart.”

“But you said-“

“I know what I said, but you can’t leave.” A strange numbness washed over you at his words as he continued. “I really did mean it when I said I liked you, and I know this isn’t exactly traditional and all, but we can still work.”

“I’m sorry I don’t understand.” You sputtered out. “What’s happening?”

“I love you Y/n. Look I get it, this is confusing and you need time, but you’ll learn to love me back and we can fix this.”

You felt your heart pound against your chest.

“N- no you can’t. This isn’t- You’re lying.” You insisted and shoving yourself into a small corner. He was insane. This man was fucking insane. First he wanted to cut you up and now he wants you to love him? He’s insane.

“Alright just calm down sweetheart.” He got up and placatingly put up his hands as he walked over.

“No! No! Stay away from me!” You started yelling and thrashing as he finally gripped your forearms. “You’re crazy. You’re fucking crazy.” You started to sob and could make out Steve’s annoyed face through your tears.

He sighed and angrily pushed back his hair. “Fine. I didn’t want to have to do this, but you are being irrational.”

“I-“ Your question was cut off by his hand ripping you towards him by the chain.

“If you can’t get through that thick skull that you are mine, then I guess I’ll have to fuck the message into you.”

#reader insert #fanfic #steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #brendan steven kemp #fresh 2022 #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #fresh movie

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sharpchinsimp · 2 years

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Steve Haines headcanons list

I finally did it! Don't take it very seriously, I wrote this just for lulz because I think Steve is one of the funniest characters in the game along with Devin and Lamar. I'm not gonna romanticize or justify my redhead bastard, he's awful and pathetic and I love him for it.

Maybe I will write Steve x Dave and Steve x Devin ship headcanons later.

He worries about his age and devotes a lot of time to skin care. He often visits a beauty salons and spas and spents a lot of money to stay as charming as he is. Also his hair color is fake (as seen in the photo on his ID) he dyes it to look more catchy since he became a TV star.

Despite all this, Steve has terrible taste in fashion. His home wardrobe is full of expensive silk robes and underwear with gaudy crazy prints (American flag briefs? Tiger briefs? Yes), stupid T-shirts. That's what Dave meant by "horrible outfits", not Steve's uniform.

He's not as successful as he seems to be. In his youth Steve was purposeful, cunning and smart and quickly achieved career success and promotion, but then he became conceited. Now he is holding on to his former glory in the bureau, shifting his work to others who do it just as well, and it is very painful for him to admit this. Most of his exploits are lies, he was cool hero about 10 years ago.

He was used to spending all his time with a cup of latte at work, and he is unlikely to remember how to fight if his opponent is not tied to a chair. If you take the gun away from him and hit him on his pretty face a couple of times, he will cry, literally.

His mom overprotected and spoiled him, so he is pampered, narcissistic and a little infantile. It is also difficult for him to take on any responsibility, even his precious work he trusted first to Andreas, then to Dave. But his mother also taught him to love himself and her, and she's the only person Steve really respects.

Me and my friend have a headcanon in which Mrs. Haines killed her husband and Steve helped her get rid of the body and cover up the crime. Now Mr. Haines Sr. is buried somewhere near Chiliad, wrapped in a carpet. And I don't think his father was a bad or abusive person, Steve just doesn't feel anything to him.

He does not tolerate cold weather and loves warmth and sun. This delicate flower can catch a cold very easily, it is enough for him to get caught in the rain or sit under the air conditioner. He is also very dramatic when he is ill.

He has an instagram with a bunch of selfies and narcissism and a crowd of haters and trolls in the comments.

He doesn't know how to drink at all. If he drinks anything stronger than wine, it will end up screaming, fighting, crying, falling on the lawn, disgusting singing and dancing, phone calls to Dave at 3am and all that shit.

Sometimes I like the idea that Agent 14 is Steve’s younger brother. Agent 14 fans, don't blame me, I don't know how old he is and didn't find this info, but he looks 10-15 years younger than Steve. After the divorce of their parents, one stayed with his mother, the second with his father. They hate each other so much that one went to the FIB and the other to the IAA to have a reason to hate each other even more lol. (Maybe that's why Agent 14 uses that name, not only because of the conspiracy, he hates calling himself Agent Haines due to associations with Steve)

He's having trouble sleeping. That's why he looks a little tired with those black circles and unshaven face. However, he likes to sleep a lot and gets up late.

Steve likes to annoy others and make scandals out of nothing. He is a typical male Karen and brawls in restaurants, beauty salons, coffee shops, nightclubs, everywhere. There are many places in Los Santos where he is blacklisted.

His true love is himself, but he is generally bisexual. He prefers young girls to feel like college handsome boy, or older men because of father figure and money.

Dating him is a nightmare. Steve makes partners pay for him, spends a lot of money on nonsense, can't just shut up for a second, draws all the attention to himself and behaves terribly selfishly.

(Slightly NSFW) He may have a control kink and likes to dominate, but mostly he's sensitive lazy bottom in bed, especially for Devin. Not even "power" bottom. Steve thinks he doesn't have to do anything for partner, he has pretty face and nice body and that's enough, people are made to please him and all they deserve is a couple of scratches, bites and hickeys. It's similar to his personality in general, he wants to be a tough, hyper-masculine guy, but he's actually a whiny selfish bitch.

#steve haines #headcanons #it was hard to translate all of this shit.. i hope it's readable

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oh woopsy did I post the first chapter of a byler fic inspired by the head cannons of @meredithwasntavailable 's byler wedding head cannons???

couldn't be me...

Chapter One: Proposal

‘’Steve, I’m not sure anymore. Maybe it’s a bad idea after all-’’

‘’William Byers. Stop worrying, this is a good idea. Now, let us go pick out a ring!’’

Will Byers and Mike Wheeler had been dating since they were 15 and had been in love ever since. Years together and a few bumps along the way has made their bond stronger than ever. The two of them spent all their time with one another and shared every secret. Except one, of course.

It was summertime in Hawkins, where the two boys had both grown up in and bought a house in, and Steve and Will were together at a jeweller in town. It was a classy place, generally for upper-class folks, but Mike had a stable job and Will was working as a teacher at the high school, so they had a good amount of money saved. He was planning to propose, or he was terrified and blurted it out and Steve managed to convince him it was a good idea, and he was just paranoid. They’d been out all day, talking it over and making sure it was exactly what he wanted. It was, Will was completely and utterly in love with Mike. Lately it was becoming more obvious his feelings were growing. He knew he loved him, but it felt like more than that. Will wanted to spend the rest of his life with Mike, every single second till the day they die.

‘’So, what kind of stone are we looking for?’’ Steve said, snapping Will out of his trance.

‘’Oh! I’m thinking... a blue stone? His favourite colour is blue and... he looks really beauti- I MEAN GOOD in blue!’’ His cheeks went scarlet. Will loved talking about how amazing his lover was, but he still got flustered.

Steve just chuckled. ‘’It’s adorable seeing my little nuggets in love! I knew you two would tie the knot one day.’’ Will’s cheeks darkened and he just laughed more. ‘’I think blue would work. It’s definitely his colour.’’

The door rang as they walked in, and a shop attendant quickly rushed up to them.

‘’Hello! What are you looking for today?’’ They said in a chirpy voice.

Steve was just as chirpy back. ‘’Hey, we’re in for engagement rings. Do you know where we could find them?’’

It was lovely seeing the two of them being kind individuals. It made Will’s good mood shine brighter, covering all the anxiety.

‘’They’re just over here, I’ll show you through the house.’’

It was bright inside, the light reflected of the all the glass surfaces covering the jewellery. The floors were a plush carpeting adorned with ornate gold flowers and the walls were brown and striped. There were display cases chalk full of colourful rings and shiny necklaces. The place was fairly empty, so it wasn’t too overwhelming. It’s not like many people had reason to be here, anyway.

‘’Here we are! What ring size is your partner?’’ When asking this question, they turn to Steve, as if he’s the one proposing. Of course, Steve sees this as the perfect opportunity to embarrass his little nugget, Will. Throwing his arm around him, he played a sombre expression.

‘’Oh, no, you’re mistaken! For, it is not me getting married, as you can see,’’ he holds his ring finger out towards them, ‘’I am already married. Now, it is my wonderful William who is getting married. To a one, Michael Wheeler, I’ll let you know.’’

Will went bright red, silently cringing at his ludicrous comments. Grabbing every scrap of confidence he had left in his body, he gave the attendant an awkward smile.

‘’S-sorry. Yeah, it’s me getting married. His ring size is a ten, do you have any blue stones in that size, by chance?’’ He asked nervously.

They gave a warm smile to Will, calming his nerves. ‘’Yes, we have just that. Right here.’’ Pointing to the closest case, he saw brightly coloured rings ranging in colour from red to violet, his eyes flitting towards the blue. They had thick bands, thin bands, brandished with small diamonds along with a large sapphire and ones with gleaming aquamarine stones. But something caught his eye.

‘’Here they are. Just call me over when you find what you’re looking for, sir.’’

They began to turn away when Will spoke up. ‘’Actually, I think I’ve found the one for me. How much is this one, over here?’’

It was perfect. An oval blue lace agate stone with an ornate lace bordering the gem, the box was a black velvet case with a buttercup yellow interior. It fit perfect in his hand, and a good size for his pocket. Now, he just needed to find out when to propose. Will and Mike were taking their daily stroll through Hawkins, hand in hand. It was their eighth anniversary. Eight years together, and every kiss still felt like their first.

They planned to have a picnic and sit and watch the sunset together near Lovers’ Lake, but Will had a something else in mind for the rest of their night.

With the crunchy autumn leaves beneath them, their feet led them towards a familiar place; the swing set where they first met. The sun had fully set, so the stars were dotting the sky, shining light on the two lovers. Their hands intertwined, with the moon glaring down on them, Will knew it was time.

‘’Been a while, hasn’t it? This place is the exact same as it was all those years ago. Even down to...’’ Mike traced his fingers against the W+M carved into the pole, ‘’...this. I can’t believe this is still here.’’

He laughed. A real, genuine laugh, the laughs only he could draw out of him. ‘’I know! We were, what, 16? Our first year together. That was so, so long ago. I mean, we’re 23 now and eight years down the road. Carving that still feels like yesterday.’’ Will felt an arm creep round his shoulder and rosy cheeks coming into his view. Mike’s face filled his vision, and it was very welcome.

Moving on their own accord, his hands snaked up to cup his boyfriends face. Smiling warmly, the two of them leaned together and shared a kiss. It was exactly like their first kiss, even sharing the same location. It was tender and sweet, warming them on a chilly night. Mike moved his hands and placed them on top of his.

When they broke apart their eyes locked. Mike’s smile could heat up a room with the warmth it gave. In this moment, everything felt right. He knew that this was it, he was going to propose. With his lover's eyes glistening in moonlight and the weight of a ring box in his back pocket, Will took a deep breath.

‘’Mike, I love you, so, so much, and I have forever.’’ He fumbled with his words, palms beginning to sweat. ‘’A-and lately it’s felt like more than that! Like- Like I want to spend the r-rest of my life with you. So... well, here goes nothing.’’

Getting down on one knee, Will pulled out the velvet box from his pocket and opened it up, revealing the gleaming stone. Avoiding Mike’s gaze and swallowing his anxiety, his spoke in a shaky voice.

‘’I want to spend the rest of my life you and I can’t imagine my future without you in it, so, Michael Wheeler, will you marry me?’’

Silence. Stunned silence.

Mike eyes immediately welled up with tears and he started sobbing.

‘’Oh shit- I'm so sorry- Just forget I said anything, it’s fi-’’ Will started before two arms were thrown around him, forcing him into a crushing hug. His eyes began to well up with tears, too, and soon they were both sobbing into each other's shoulders.

‘’Will, you adorable idiot, yes! Yes, yes, one MILLION times yes! I love you so much.’’ He spoke in staggered gasps, trying to breath as well as gush. When he pulled his arms away, the brightest smile plagued his face. The two of them were breathless, happy, and wet from tears. The taller one pulled the shorter into a bruising kiss before he slipped the ring onto his finger.

‘’It’s blue! You remember my favourite colour, because of course you did. It’s... It’s perfect, Will. This is perfect. You’re perfect.’’

Will giggled, wiping the tears from his eyes. ‘’I’m glad you like it. I picked it out all on my own, Steve didn’t even help, he just embarrassed me.’’

‘’Rightfully so.’’ Mike’s gaze shifted from the ring to his lover’s, now fiancé's, eyes. ‘’I love you.’’

Throwing his arms around him and placing his head on the crook of his neck, Will replied, ‘’I love you, too.’’

(more to come!! check my ao3 account for other fanfics <3)

#byler #byler nation #gay #fanfiction #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #proposal #byler brainrot #byler fanfic #will x mike #blue meets yellow in the west

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sweetlullabyebye · 2 years

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Might be messy but here are my headcanons about Jane Hopper's hobbies and with who she would do the hobbies because homegirl deserves better.

1. Figurines

She did a few visual presentation with those (Hopper's figurine stood on her desk proudly for a while). She usually works on it from her bedroom, sometimes with the door open, and Will joins her every once in a while -when he's not working on a super secret project- and they listen to music or stay silent while working. It's usually just figurines of people she knows or animals, and Joyce has a little shelf she puts them on display. Jonathan buys the material or helps sometimes. When they go back to Hawkins, she gets a look at Erica's D&D figurines, and decides to try to make Will's characters, or book monsters and creatures. Still, she likes making real people the best.

2. Baking

First of all, well, she likes Eggos. So obviously, one day, she finds a recipe, tries to make Eggos, fails miserablt and has to scrape off the remainants on the walls. Still, Joyce volunteers, then Jonathan and Will, and so they have an Eggo day once, half of the waffles are burnt, and since then, everyone likes to cook in groups.

Second, I have decided that Murray and Steve are like, THE reference for cooking, and so, Murray decides to teach her more sofisticated dishes (he starts swearing in other languages when she burns something and keeps a fire enstinguisher nearby) and Steve makes a list of her favorite foods with her, and is one of the first ones to actually take her grocery shopping.

3. Collecting and pressing flowers

She starts with flowers Mike gets her, putting them in books so that she can keep them for longer. Jonathan notices her interest in flowers and they go buy potted ones, and she puts the fallen petals in jars or dictionnaries to keep them. After that, Mike keeps getting her very simple flowers, or when they go on walks he'll put some in his pockets and give it to her as they arrive. She sometimes gives the flowers to Joyce, or Hopper, or for birthdays, but most of the time she just keeps them in the books.

4. Card games

She doesn't really understand video games or D&D, but Dustin offers her his old set of cards once -because he had no other ideas and it looked like the right gift- and since then she learnt various games with the others. She hates the Liar game, but plays Solitaire often, and now everyone gives her their old card games or even buy some new ones.

5. Home science experiment

She's a bit worried about the name at first, but Dustin has invited everyone to see his cool new experiment, one of the classic miniature volcano, and she's hooked. She stays after the others, she goes through his cool home science kit, and she starts researching tiny experiment. Her favorite ones are flames or liquids changing colors, or just anything with bubbles really. Hopper insists to watch over while she does all of that, and she even lets him take part in the process.

6. Basketball

It's not exactly a passion or anything, but Lucas and her start getting along because of their attachment to Max, and he suggests she tries basketball. They both cheer when she manages her first shot, and she sometimes goes over to his house with his small basket to try shooting again.

7. TV-shows

While she's not really interested in books, she starts watching TV, gulping down all the info and gets fascinated by people's behaviors. It gets to the point where Hopper is thinking of selling the TV and she can quote her favorite shows. Will usually watches with her, doodling by her side, and Argyle sometimes stays on the couch next to her, shouting when he sees an actor he recognizes.

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #headcanons #jane hopper #el hopper #eleven

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pellucid-constellations · 3 years

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No Questions Asked

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers loved you gently, but Captain America treated you like a soldier. You learned the dangers of that dichotomy when his orders became too hard to follow.

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: Canon level violence, descriptions of injury, angst, Steve being a bad listener

a/n: Tiny break from ftlotg oneshots! First time writing for Steve :)

I discontinued my taglist, but you can follow my library blog @pellucid-library for notifications 🤍

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Steve Rogers loved you gently.

He whispered in your ear when the kitchen got crowded, morning sunlight pouring into the Avengers Tower. Short and sweet. Just to tell you he loved you—in case you forgot. His hands would be fleeting on your waist as Tony yelled at you to get a room, and the coffee he made you would taste even sweeter on your lips.

He let you drag him to that farmers market on the other side of town, carrying the baskets full of produce and armfuls of flowers you fawned over. It would be easy for him to tell you it was unnecessary; Tony had people for grocery shopping. But he loved you, and he loved the way you looked in the Sunday morning breeze.

His broad hands were almost always found on your back. Guiding you through the tower. Pressing you to his chest. Finding the right grip to lift you over his shoulder and toss you on your shared bed. Always touching you—almost like the act was as easy as breathing for him.

And his fingers—artist’s fingers, although he would disagree—were so tender they could bring you to tears. They smoothed your hair back when you cried and brushed tears from your cheeks. They pressed into your lips when his eyes no longer held enough depth to convey his affection; the moments when air felt heavy. And they kneaded into your skin when the days were long, pushing comfort into your body.

But your favorite way Steve Rogers loved you was with his lips.

When you first started dating a few years ago, he had been hesitant. He hadn’t kissed many people; overlapping wars and 70 years spent in ice didn’t leave much time for practice. You took it slow, gentle kisses after dinner dates and lips that lingered on your temple. And while those were nice, what came later was what made you fall so deeply for Steve, you’d never find your way out.

It was as if his lips were a drug; gliding over yours and finding the places on your neck that made you gasp so effortlessly, you’d think he spent his whole life studying you. He’d wait until you were so breathless you were grappling at the nape of his neck, and then he’d trail back up to swallow the sounds for himself.

He’d leave you dazed, lips swollen and head so foggy you had to lean further into the wall he pressed you against until you could get back to work. Because that was Steve’s favorite time to love you—when you were busy and unexpecting.

It was common knowledge that Steve could be found in the medical wing more often than not. You were the resident healer after all, enhanced to mend broken bones and stitch skin together with just the press of your palms. And Steve was in love with the resident healer. So, Steve could be found in the medical wing.

Since your job was to heal the Avengers, when no one was injured, you had a lot of time to humor his frequent visits. He pretended they were mandatory at first. He was the Captain after all; he needed to make sure everyone on his team was in order, and you were part of the team.

That facade crumbled the first time he kissed you against your exam table, the sanitary paper ripping under the force.

And he kept visiting—kept kissing you when you were supposed to be working—even when you moved in with him. Even when he got to kiss you as much as he wanted the second you shed your lab coat and rode the elevator to his floor.

Steve Rogers loved you gently.

But you had no idea Captain America saw you as a soldier.

Panic. Cold, intrusive panic gripped your chest as all eyes in the debrief room turned to you.

“I can’t do that.” The words spilled from your lips before you had the chance to wrangle them.

Nick Fury raised a brow. “And why the hell not?”

“Why the hell not?” you parroted. “Fury, I’ve never been on the field. I can’t—I can’t just jump in like this.”

“It’s not ‘jumping in’ when Natasha Romanoff has been training you for months.”

Logically, you knew this was coming. The second the manilla folder hit your desk all those months ago, the inside outlining a rigorous training schedule, you knew the fine print in your contract was being put to use; that the “team” in your job title was coming into play.

Your official title was “Team Healer”. To the public, you were a full blown Avenger. You were out there saving the heroes that saved the city. In reality, you were a glorified physician, staying back at the tower and ushering your injured teammates in to heal their hurt.

But obviously, that wasn’t enough, and someone decided it was time you played a bigger role.

“Right, just for a few months. That’s hardly enough time to prepare for a mission,” you reasoned, your knuckles turning white from your grip on your armrests.

Fury sighed. “You won’t be fighting anyone. You get in, help the hostages, and then you get out. That’s all.”

“But—”

“This isn’t a negotiation.”

You turned your gaze to Steve as Fury continued with the debrief, desperate to catch his eyes and plead with him to say something. To explain that you obviously weren't ready for this sort of thing, and could they please send someone else. A real doctor maybe, or even just let you wait in the quinjet on standby.

Unfortunately, he was laser focused on the presentation in the front of the room. Avoiding you maybe, but in Captain Mode nonetheless. This side of him wasn’t one you saw often; where he would develop a one track mind so intent on completing a mission, nothing else mattered. Usually, you were the one thing he cared about.

But you had never gone on a mission with him.

“We leave in 30. This is extremely time sensitive, no time to fool around. Captain—” Fury barked. “You lead.”

Steve gave a terse nod and was up from his chair before you could get a word out. He didn’t wait for you at the door either. It was a stark contrast from the warm hand on your shoulder that led you into the room an hour ago.

“You gonna be okay, doll?” Bucky asked. He lingered behind your chair as the rest of the team filed out.

Bucky became your friend quickly after returning from Wakanda. He gravitated toward you when you didn’t press him to speak, and loved how happy you made his best friend. Plus, he just really enjoyed your company.

You blew out a shaky breath. “Uh, yeah. I mean, it’s my job, isn’t it? And those people might be hurt.”

“True. But if you aren’t ready for this kinda thing, you could end up hurt more than anyone.”

“That’s the risk though—of being an Avenger I mean. It’s what I signed up for.”

He pulled your chair out, guiding you up with a friendly hand. “What you signed up for and what you’ve been doing for the past few years are completely different stories.”

“It’s still in my job description,” you replied. The glass door was warm compared to your hands. “And—Fury’s right. I’ve been training.”

Bucky didn’t look comforted by that, especially when your voice wavered in false determination. “I wasn’t really talking about your skill, y/n. I know you could take someone down if you had to. But I guess I’m just worried that you wouldn’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Means you’re a healer. You see people on the brink of death and you bring them back. Don’t know if I’m so comfortable with you tryin’ to do things the other way around.”

How was it that Bucky saw through you so easily, while Steve wouldn’t even meet your eyes?

“Fury said I wouldn’t even have to fight.”

Bucky stopped you in the hall then, fingers brushing at your arm. “Just make sure you’re lookin’ out for you, okay? You’re sorta my best friend. Need you and all that. Talk to Steve.”

You tried to talk to Steve. It didn’t go well.

“Sweetheart, we covered this in the debrief room,” Steve exhaled. His bag was packed, and he had started on yours.

“We didn’t, really. Fury covered it and I didn’t get to talk.”

“Talking wouldn’t make much of a difference. You’re part of the team. This is what the team does.”

“I know that, trust me I know that. But I’ve never—I mean what I’d be expected to do if—”

“Y/n.” Steve’s voice was sharp. “Are you really going to leave all those people helpless? There are children there. Children that could be dying, and you’re the one with the best chance at saving them.”

“Steve, I know that.” You watched as he resumed packing, clearly not budging on the conversation. “But I’m going to be alone in that room. If anyone gets in I don’t think I’ll be able—”

He cut you off again. “No one will get in. Sam’s covering the door, sweetheart. No one’s gonna hurt you.”

You weren’t worried about getting hurt, but Steve—no, Captain America—wouldn’t stop packing long enough to see that. He zipped up your bag as you accepted your fate.

“Right. Right, of course. Just me being anxious I guess. Everything’ll be fine with Sam there.”

He finally looked up at you, a small, meaningless smile on his face. He pressed a short kiss to your forehead before throwing both bags over his shoulder, and then you were following him down to the tarmac.

The dread in your stomach didn’t let up as Natasha smiled at you from across the quinjet, and her encouraging words did little to calm you. She was confident that her training had made you strong enough to take on any attacker. You didn’t doubt that, but that still didn’t mean you were ready for the possibilities this mission entailed.

You felt extra queasy as Steve kneeled in front of you to strap holsters to your thighs. He’d been in that position numerous times, and this was the first it sent an uncomfortable pressure through your chest. He let his palms brush over your legs after the guns were secured, and even that didn’t lessen the new weight hanging on your body—the weight that wasn’t just physical.

You zoned out as Steve ran through the plan again. You could still hear Fury’s explanation ringing in your ears; you didn’t need a reminder. What you needed was for someone to listen to you. Someone other than Bucky who wasn’t even on this mission. But everyone was so caught up in the idea that you were just nervous about getting hurt, no one would take a second to listen to your real fears.

That didn’t matter anymore. Not while the jet was making a downward projection toward the Hydra base, and you were the one person that could get those people to safety. And everyone said it would be fine. They had drilled it in your head that you weren’t going to fight. You were going to go in, help the—

“Agent.” Steve had never called you that before. “It would do you some good to listen when we're going over the mission plan.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, reaching down to fumble with the new metal against your thigh.

He looked conflicted for a moment, eyes turning soft and reminding you of the Steve that woke you up each morning. Ultimately, he decided it wasn’t the time for that. “Pay attention.”

Your mouth felt dry as the quinjet landed. It jostled you and gave you whiplash when your neck twisted. Your hands were clammy as you raised yourself up to follow your team down the ramp, and all you could do was repeat the only words of comfort you had received that day.

You get in, help the hostages, and then you get out. That’s all.

No fighting. No chance for you to hurt anyone. Bucky had said to look out for yourself, but you were sure if it came down to—

“Agent,” Steve hissed. “What did I say earlier? You don’t get special treatment here. You need to be paying attention when I talk.”

You were so lost in your head you hadn’t even realized he was talking. Embarrassment flooded your senses as you shakily provided a nod. The captain was already continuing his speech.

“You got this, y/n. No sweat,” Sam comforted, voice low beside you. “Steve gets all uptight during missions because he cares. He’s probably just extra tight with you since he loves you.”

You didn’t answer. You were pretty sure if you opened your mouth you were going to hyperventilate.

Sam nudged you again. “Come on. We’re going this way.”

Another blink and you saw the team dispersing, going to the targets Steve assigned them. You were lucky you had Sam with you; having to ask Steve to repeat the direction you were supposed to go would have likely ended in another embarrassing call out.

You tried to catch Steve’s eye as you jogged behind Sam, but his blue stealth suit was already almost out of sight. He wouldn’t even look at you. Was he really that disappointed in your hesitance that he wouldn’t say goodbye? You were trying your best; it’s not like you had years of experience.

You were pulled from your aching thoughts by the comm in your ear. “Okay, I have sights on the room. Sam, get y/n in and I can watch the window.”

Apparently, Steve wouldn’t be addressing you over the comm either.

“Roger that, Cap. We’re closing in,” Sam replied. He turned to you. “You got this?”

The healing? Yes. Everything else? Well, that didn’t matter. “I got it.”

A lock pick later, and Sam was offering you a comforting pat on the back and standing guard in the hall.

It was almost impossible to see anything in the room; the small desk lamp in the far corner was dim and flickering. You could make out a small group of people huddled against the wall, and began shuffling toward them. Their fearful whimpers slowed you.

“Hey, hey,” you soothed. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m with the Avengers—I’m here to help.”

The relieved sobs they let out almost quelled the tension in your muscles. This was why you joined the team. After Tony found you, it didn’t take much convincing to get you to become an Avenger; you loved helping people. You had forgotten what it felt like to heal people other than those that lived at the tower.

You continued, crouching down in front of the group. “I’m a healer. Are any of you hurt? We can’t get you out until the base is cleared, but I can help any of you that need it.”

“My—my son,” a woman stuttered. “His leg. Can you heal bones?”

You offered a small smile. “I can.”

No one was gravely injured, but you still felt needed. You worked through the hostages one by one, healing their breaks and bruises and comforting them the best you could. It hurt your heart to see the number of children in the room. You were suddenly very glad you braved the trip, even if no one was in imminent danger; leaving anyone here in pain would’ve been a loss in your book.

They thanked you more times than your hands pressed to their injuries. They had glistening cheeks and dirt covered skin and were just thankful that someone was finally there for them. You could see why Steve was so passionate; you could see why missions took over his mind.

With everyone healed, you pressed the comm in your ear. “I have everyone safe here. No fatalities. All ready for transport.”

“Affirmative,” Steve replied. “What’s the count?”

“Fourteen. There are six children and—”

A thud resonated off the walls of the bare room. The door rattled, a struggle taking place just on the other side.

“Y/n?” Steve asked. “Six children and what?”

Your breath picked up as another bang disrupted the hinges. The hostages behind you huddled together again, and you stood, instinct driving you to cover them. You trusted Sam to cover the room. He said he would cover it.

“Sam! Is y/n down?” Steve sounded on the verge of panic. He had a view of the window, but couldn’t see inside; he had no idea what was happening. “Sam!”

No answer.

You reached up to your comm to give Steve some reprieve, when the door gave in.

Splintered wood bounced off the walls and fearful sobs followed. You tried to shield your face from the blow, but your first priority was blocking the hostages from view. You felt the debris draw blood on your cheek.

You shakily reached for one of the guns on your thigh. The metal was heavy in your palm and almost foreign, even with the amount of times you followed Natasha down to the shooting range. Maybe it was because those same hands were healing just moments ago.

“Line up!” a deep voice called. “I want one of the kids.”

The Hydra agent hadn’t seen you yet, and you used that to your advantage. You pulled the gun taut in front of you, aimed directly at the man. “On the ground.”

He looked up and laughed. “Now I see why that bird wasn’t letting me in.” He shook the gun in his own hand. “I got one of those too, you know. And something tells me I’ve used mine more.”

“I said drop.” Maybe if your hands weren’t shaking so much, that would have been intimidating.

“I know you, little girl. You’re that healer—see your pictures in all those stupid commercials. I’m not afraid of you.”

You couldn’t breathe. If this guy had taken Sam down, there was no way you could. No way you could physically, or mentally. You had tried to tell Steve that. He hadn’t listened.

His voice crackled through your comm as the man eyed you. “Y/n, if you can hear me I’m coming, sweetheart, okay?” He was running. “I’m coming. I love you.”

If Steve was coming, you could hold out. You could distract the agent until your super soldier came running through the broken door frame, and you wouldn’t have to hurt anyone. If you were someone else, the man would probably be dead by now. Protecting the hostages was just a single shot away, and yet, your finger couldn’t press that trigger.

The man took a few steps forward and you tightened your grip on the gun.

“You’re not gonna shoot me. I just need a kid to bring out there and show off. Human shield and all that.”

“Stop fucking moving,” you yelled. “You’re not taking anyone. If you move again, I’ll—I’ll shoot you.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Not very convincing when you’re all scared like that.”

And then your hand slipped. The perspiration that had built on your palm slid against the handle of the gun and frightened you, and you jerked the weapon forward to catch it. That movement was enough to look like a real threat.

You heard the shot before you felt it.

It was deafening. It reminded you of the splintered wood on the floor, but this time it rattled your brain as well—vibrated your body until you could feel it in your fingertips. You briefly let your mind wander to the earplugs Steve always secured on your head when you went to the range with Natasha.

Feeling it was worse. It was indescribable; searing, unrelenting agony ripped through your stomach until you could feel it in your back. It took over your senses to such an extent that you didn’t feel the impact of the ground when you fell. Your head even bounced off the tile, and it didn’t even register.

“Status, y/n! Anything, give me anything!” But you could hear Steve in your ear. You could hear his cries. “Please, answer me. Sam! Status!”

Metal in your mouth. It coated your tongue and made it feel wet for the first time since you got on the jet. You struggled to garner enough air in your lungs for a full breath, but failed. It would be fine to close your eyes, you thought. You couldn’t really see anything anyway.

Until you heard the little boy scream behind you.

Glancing up from your place on the ground, you saw the man lifting the boy by his arms. He was kicking and screaming and his mother was wailing from beside you. You had to get up and do something. Steve said you were their best chance.

You could still feel a weight in your palm. It was the same weight that had your stomach rolling on the jet.

“Please, sweetheart. Please.”

You lifted it as much as you could, and with shaky aim, you fired.

A thud, followed by multiple footsteps coming down the hall. You weren’t sure where you’d hit him, but you could see his figure drop by the door. And you could make out the boy running back to his mom—two boys, actually. Double vision. You must be losing a lot of blood.

“Shame you can’t just heal yourself.”

Bucky’s humor filled tone replayed in your head. You remember dropping a cup in the kitchen and going to clean it up, slicing your hand clean open. Steve had fretted over it like you were on the verge of death, running it under water and coddling you for days after.

You wondered how he’d react to this; if it was different since it was a mission.

The footsteps finally made their way into the room, and a choked sob echoed in your ears. Hands were on your face; they tilted your head up and rubbed across your cheeks.

“Y/n? Hey, look at me, sweetheart. Open your eyes.”

There was a lot of movement surrounding you when you did. You could make out people walking above you as Steve held you in his arms, children crying and maybe Natasha ushering bodies out of the room.

Steve caught your groggy gaze. “You did such a good job, baby.” He was crying. “We’re gonna get you out of here, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”

“Sam,” you whispered. At least you think you got it out. Your throat ached.

“Sam’s okay, just knocked out. He’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.” His voice sounded farther away, and it was then you realized he was carrying you. And he was running again. “You have to keep your eyes open. You have to for me. I’m so sorry I made you do this. I’m so sorry.”

Your neck rolled back as the walls of the base rushed past. It was hard to keep your eyes open with so much movement, but you would try for Steve. You had to make up for failing the mission.

He kept speaking, but you could only make out half of what he was saying. He was apologizing and telling you to stay awake. You would lose his voice behind tears, just to find it again as he told you how much he needed you; how if you left him, he wouldn’t know how to live anymore.

He finally laid you down somewhere, hands cradling your head as if it was made of glass. So many people were talking at once. Something was unzipped and the air suddenly had more bite to it. A phone was ringing and there was shouting and ripping. Something was ripping.

Darkness crept into the corners of your vision, and you fought to say one last thing. “‘M sorry, Steve. Make it up to you, I swear.”

Another choked sob, but this one held much more pain. “No, no. Don’t be sorry for this. Don’t be sorry, just—” In your dimmed sight, you could see his eyes squeezed shut. “Just please. I love you.”

You couldn’t say it back.

It wasn’t like the movies.

There was no beeping, or any light keeping you from opening your eyes; your eyelids were too heavy to check.

There was just the throbbing ache in your middle. And crying—shuddering breaths and frequent sniffs.

“She’ll be okay, pal. She’s always okay.” Bucky’s concerned tone, you deducted. He sounded congested.

“This was my fault. You told me and I didn’t listen. She tried to tell me and I wouldn’t even let her—” Steve struggled. “Buck, I’m supposed to take care of her. She spends her whole life takin’ care of other people and I can’t even do this one thing for her.”

“You did your best, Stevie. She acts all tough, but your girl’s not used to all this. You tried to encourage her in your own way, but she knows the other side of you. The side that’s not Captain America. The side I grew up with.”

A chair groaned. “You think she’ll forgive me?”

“She will. I do, and you’re just a punk to me. Not the love of my life or whatever.” Footsteps retreated. “Let me know when she wakes up. Because she will wake up, Steve. She’s gonna be okay.”

“Yeah. Yeah, alright, Buck.”

The door clicked shut, and Steve’s forehead pressed against the back of your hand. “You’re okay,” he affirmed.

You tried to shift then, willing your eyes to find the strength to open and discovering the path to the muscles in your hands. With a twitch, Steve was bolting from his chair and brushing your hair back from your face. The touch was reminiscent of the Steve you knew—not of Captain America.

“Y/n? Sweetheart, can you hear me?” Incessant touches reached every inch of skin he could find, urging you to follow his voice.

You groaned and pried your eyes open. “Steve?”

“Yeah, baby, it’s me. You can hear me?”

“I can hear you,” you croaked. His face floated into your eyesight. “Are you okay?”

He huffed out a laugh. “‘Course you would ask me that. I’m fine, sweetheart, how’re you feeling?”

Your vision cleared and you could see the sheer amount of concern plastered on his face. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were sticky from dried tears. You didn’t think you’d ever seen his forehead so twisted up with worry.

“Sore. And confused.”

“Ask me anything. I’ll tell you what happened.”

You searched your memories for the questions you would have. You remembered the hostages, the sounds on the door. You remembered Steve’s panicked cries through your comm as he heard the gunshot and—

“Did I kill that man?” you gasped, horrified. Tears stung the back of your eyes. “The agent. Did I—I didn’t, right? Steve.”

If it were possible, pity was added to the growing list of emotions covering Steve Rogers’ face. “Oh, baby, no. No, you didn’t kill him. Hey, listen to me.” He turned your face to him, desperate to calm your breathing. “You didn’t kill anyone. You helped all those people in that room, and you just nicked that asshole in the leg s’all. Okay? If you don’t calm down you might rip your stitches.”

“I didn’t kill him.”

“No, you didn’t kill anyone.”

Your lip trembled. “Are you disappointed?”

“What?”

“In me. Are you disappointed in me? Because I couldn't do it?”

He crumbled then—absolutely shattered in both expression and posture as another tear slipped from his eyes. His beard prickled your arm as he kissed the inside of your wrist with quivering lips.

“I could never be disappointed in you. You—you’re incredible, y/n. Better than all of us. I’m only angry at myself for not understanding what you were trying to tell me. I thought you were afraid of Hydra. I didn’t think you were afraid of hurting Hydra; afraid of hurting anyone. With what you do everyday, I should’ve known, but I got too caught up in—”

“Captain mode,” you offered.

He let a teary smile tug at his mouth. “Captain mode,” he agreed. He stood and pressed his lips to your forehead, hand framing your neck as he pulled back. “I’ll be better with you—for you. I’ll listen. I won’t ever make you do that again, okay?”

“Steve, it’s my job—”

“No. Your job is taking care of people. So that leaves me to take care of you. And after what happened… well, I just wouldn’t be doing my job if I let that happen again.”

“Fury will be mad.”

“Fury doesn’t know what it’s like to almost lose his girl. Y/n, your heart stopped on the jet. You just—” He choked.

“It’s okay, Steve,” you comforted, caressing his cheek with tired hands. “I’m okay. And you said I wouldn’t have to ever do it again, so I’ll keep being okay.”

“I’m just so sorry.”

“I know,” you cooed. “You know what might make it better?”

“What?” he whispered, eyes tracing every inch of your face.

“If you kiss me.”

And Steve Rogers loved you gently, but your favorite way was how he was loving you right then.

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Burning Rose: 7

“You reek.” She snaps and your heart sinks.

“Do we have to do this tonight?” You ask tiredly.

“Yes.” Clark walks into the building and Maria’s fury turns on him.

“You were supposed to keep him away from her.”

“No, I was supposed to help her and make sure no one hurt her.” He argues, “And I did. He’s a good man, and he can already feel her emotions.” When Maria looks skeptically at him Clark folds his arms over his chest. “Go ahead, make her upset. I can almost guarantee that he’ll call her.”

“I think it’s time to go back to the pack.” Maria says and you stare at her. “He’s going to find you and it’s safer if we’re back with the pack.”

“No.” You breathe as horror rushes through you. “If we go back he’ll find me for sure.”

“But we’ll have the pack.”

“Maria please don’t do this.” You plead.

“I’m your Alpha, until you mate I’m it.” She snaps, she opens her mouth to say something else when your phone rings. “Answer it on speaker.” She Alpha commands you and Clark’s mouth drops open.

“Did you seriously just Alpha command her?” Clark growls, his brows furrowing.

“Yes.” You do as she says and answer Bucky’s call on speaker.

“Hi Bucky.”

“Hi Darlin’, what’s wrong?”

“Maria wants to go back to our pack.”

“What? Is, is this because of me?” He asks softly,

“You’re on speaker, Maria made me.”

“Made you? Did you Alpha command her?”

“Yes.” Maria says without hesitation and Bucky growls lowly.

“That’s gross. You can’t just bend her to your will to do whatever you want her to.”

“Yes I can. Until she’s mated I’m her Alpha and I get to decide what’s best for her.”

“I’m coming down there.”

“Bucky it’s okay.” You tell him softly and he sighs,

“Darlin’ it’s not okay. Alpha commands should be used to keep an Omega safe, not to control her. I’ve never, ever Alpha commanded Becca even if I don’t like the Beta she’s being courted by.” When none of you say anything he asks, “Can I come down? Tonight Darlin’?”

“Okay.”

“No.” Maria snaps and this time Clark growls lowly.

“Maria.”

“Clark?” Bucky asks and you can hear the sound of music getting louder.

“Yea man.”

“Keep them there for me? Keep her safe?”

“Yea.”

“Thanks. Tell Punkie I’m sorry. Darlin’ I’ll be there in 2 hours okay?”

“Okay.” You agree before hanging up.

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“Steve, I gotta go.” Bucky says, interrupting Steve’s conversation with Fawn and a friend of hers from the mountain.

“What’s wrong?”

“Maria is threatening to take Blossom back to their pack and the amount of terror that went through Blossom almost knocked me on my ass.”

“Go. If you need anything call.”

“I won’t. You’ve got a honeymoon to go on.”

“Buck. If you need anything we’ll be back. I can always take Fawn another time, she won’t mind and neither do I. Don’t worry about Becca, we’ll get her home.”

“Thanks brother.” Bucky says before rushing back to his room, changing and taking off. The two hour drive is the longest of Bucky’s whole life, but when he gets to your shop he can see Clark leaning against the door, you’re in the corner fussing over your flowers, which doesn’t surprise him, and Maria is against the counter looking furious. The second his car is in park your eyes meet his and he sees your body language shift. He’s out in a second and Clark moves to let Bucky into the shop. He opens his arm and you’re against him in a heartbeat. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head,

“Blossom get away from him.” He feels Maria Alpha command you and you tremble as you fight it.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters before giving you an Alpha command of his own, “If you wanna stay Darlin’ you stay.” You hum softly and bury your face into his chest.

“What the hell.”

“It seems,” Clark muses with a pleased look on his face, “That she’s accepted a new Alpha over you Maria.”

“He is going to find her, are you going to be enough to save her?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky says, “We were going to talk about it on our date though I think.”

“We were.” You say it so softly that he almost misses it. With a deep breath you move away from him a little and look over at your sister. “I’ve been claimed. Our dad was a real asshole and when he had an Omega daughter he decided that he’d use me as an object to trade for whatever he wanted. So he did. He promised me to a man named Wilson Fisk.” Clark was right, rage fills him. What kind of man tries to sell his Omega child away? And that name, he knows that name, then it clicks.

“Kingpin?” Bucky asks his eyes meeting Clark’s in surprise.

“Yea.” He affirms, “I’ve had him in prison for a while but his sentence is going to be up soon and he’s going to come looking.”

“He’s an Alpha?” Bucky asks and Maria looks at him like he’s stupid.

“No shit he’s an Alpha.”

“I mean,” Bucky says with forced calm, “He’s not a True is he?”

“No. Just a pack leader, he runs the tracksuits.”

“The tracksuits?” Your voice is tight and high with fear, that’s when it clicks for him too, the Beta he’d kicked out was in a tracksuit.

“Yea, why?” Clark asks noting your reaction.

“The Beta I kicked out, about a week ago, was wearing a tracksuit and was acting suspicious.”

“Shit. We’re going.” Maria says taking two steps toward you and Bucky lets out a soft warning growl. “Seriously.”

“You’re not taking my mate.” Bucky tells her and she looks at him in surprise but you hum happily. “Besides, she’s in my pack’s territory and there’s nowhere safer.”

“Than with her own pack?” Maria argues and he nods.

“Yea, because my pack is run by a True Alpha. You have one of those? We also have members from three other packs who will step up and help defend the pack.”

“She’s not yours. Why would they protect someone who isn’t yours.”

“Because, I’m second in command in our pack and they will defend for me. You could also bring your pack here rather than going running to them.”

“My brother runs our pack and isn’t sure if he’s willing to let Wilson have me.” You admit, “But I’m yours.” Bucky’s heart might burst, you just told him that he’s your Alpha, that you know as well as he does that you belong together.

“You better be right about this.” Maria warns, “Because I won’t do this for you again. If you’ve got your Alpha I’m going home.” You stare at your sister in shock but she turns and walks into the back room then out the back door.

“She just, she just left?” You murmur making your way over to the back room to see if she’s actually gone. You stand there in the back room’s doorway looking shocked. You’re about to come back to him when the backdoor of your shop flies open and a large Alpha comes swaggering in. Bucky watches your body language shift so fast it almost makes him sick. Your mouth drops open and your eyes go wide but before you can move the Alpha grabs your wrist.

“Hi Baby.”

“Wilson, what, what are you doing here?”

“Came here to get you.” Bucky can’t help the growl that leaves his throat as you try to slip your wrist from Wilson’s grasp. The other Alpha looks over Bucky and snarls. “Who the hell is this?”

“Someone you don’t wanna mess with.” Bucky growls, he stalks toward you and Wilson, “you’re gonna wanna let go of my mate.”

“Thought you said he was still in prison.” Bucky says looking over at Clark who he feels shift to back him up.

“Got out on good behavior.” The bald, older Alpha rumbles, “I don’t see a mating mark on her.” He says moving your shirt over so he can see the side of your neck where there’s only smooth skin.

“Wilson, you’re hurting me.” You whimper, this isn’t good.

“You’re a slippery little thing aren’t you?” He says smelling your hair, “You stink. You’ll need to take care of that before we go home.” Bucky looks over at Clark who nods and Bucky moves quickly, throwing a punch he hits Wilson on the side of his face that has you on it. Wilson drops your wrist with a growl and Bucky yanks you behind him, and Clark further guides you behind him. Now there are two Alphas between you and Wilson Fisk.

“You just made a huge mistake.” He warns and Bucky laughs humorlessly.

“You threatened my Omega, in my pack’s territory. I think you’re the one who made a mistake.” He’s ready for Kingpin to make a move to fight back but he doesn’t.

“You can’t stay in Rogers’ territory forever. I was promised the Omega by her pack leader. I’ll have my Omega.”

“Over my dead body.” Bucky growls.

“That can be arranged.” Wilson threatens and you let out a soft whimper.

“Was that a death threat? In front of the man that put you in prison? I know that you’re on parole and I know I can put you right back into prison Wilson.” Clark growls, “Get the fuck out of here.”

“And don’t fucking come back.” Bucky warns.

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Wilson swaggers out. Clark locks the back door and Bucky does the front.

“Darlin’ you’re okay.” He soothes but you don’t feel okay. You still smell him on you, you still feel his hand on your wrist.

“Get him off of me. Bucky I need him off of me.” Bucky takes your hand and gently covers where Wilson did with his own hand.

“Let’s get you some stuff and if you’re okay I’ll take you back to my place.” You nod then hurry up the stairs. You get together a bag, which honestly has most of your stuff, then hurry back downstairs.

“You should let Steve know.” Clark tells Bucky who nods.

“I will. Thanks Clark. Can we count on you and your pack?“

“Absolutely.” Clark says shaking Bucky’s hand, “Blossom? You wanna go to his place or come home with me?”

“Bucky.”

“Okay. You need anything you call okay?” You nod and Clark leads you out then waits until you’re safely inside Bucky’s car.

“I’m gonna call Steve okay?” He says and you nod, Steve picks up after two rings.

“You’re still going on your honeymoon but I need you to know what’s going on. Is Fawn still awake?”

“No,”

“Okay, I’ll let you decide what to tell her then.” So Bucky lays it all out, how you’ve been promised to Wilson, how Wilson came into Steve’s territory to collect and how you’d accepted Bucky as your Alpha, unofficially.

“You’re sure you’re good with me being gone for a week?”

“Yea, have a good time with your wife.”

“Call me, every day.”

“I will.”

“And Blossom?” You’re surprised that he’s taking to you.

“Yes?”

“If you want Fawn and I to come back. You can make that call too.” He tells you sweetly and Bucky hums in agreement.

“Thank you.” You’re touched by his offer.

“I’ll let you get some sleep. We’re going to my place here in town. Can you let the pack know to come here?”

“Will do. Seriously both of you, call if you need me.” He says before hanging up. You pull up to a brownstone then, it’s got a couple of window flower boxes and a blue door.

“This is my place.” He says before getting out of the car. You join him on the sidewalk and he offers you his hand, “Becca lives here with me so you’ll smell her too. Steve and Fawn live across the street, Wanda and her Beta V live next door here to the right.” He tells you before unlocking the door and pushing it open.

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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dreamlessinparis · 3 years

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Set My World Ablaze

Summary: Being in love with your best friend is always a struggle, especially when she has no idea. Or so you think.

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3522

Warning: smut, angst, sexual tension, f/f, language, Wanda Maximoff (she's babe and thus a warning), alcohol, fluff, friends to lovers, 18+, DNI if you're a minor

A/N: This is my submission for @msmarvelwrites 2k writing challenge and the song prompt that I based this on was Dress. I'm obsessed with this song and I knew I wanted to write this story from the very beginning. It just took me a bit longer than I anticipated because I kept fighting with myself over it

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Wanda’s fingers ran through your hair, as she created an intricate updo on top of your head. Your eyes fluttered shut, savoring the feeling of her nimble fingers in your long tresses.

“You gonna fall asleep on me, lovely?” Her melodic voice questioned, her Sokovian accent sending a thrill up your spine. You couldn’t help it, you were in love with your best friend and she was the only one who didn’t know.

Ever since Wanda had joined the team, you two were inseparable. Initially having bonded over your similar powers, the friendship quickly grew. Now two years later, and that feeling of friendship had bloomed into something more. At least for you. Every day you fell more and more in love with her.

Every time Wanda entered the room, your heart skipped a beat and sometimes you found yourself staring at her until someone nudged you out of your stupors. Luckily you were able to shield her from reading your thoughts or your friendship would long have been ruined. She didn’t feel that way for you and you knew she never would.

“Honey?” she questioned again.

“Mhmm?” you mumbled, drawing a sweet giggle out of her.

“Are you falling asleep, darling?”

“Yess,” You nodded, eyes still shut.

“Well you’re gonna have to wake up because I’m all done.”

“Noooooo,” you groaned, head falling back into her lap. She leaned forward, her beautiful hair creating a cocoon around you two. “You can’t be done, it feels too good!”

Smiling, she kissed your nose and gently moved your head, so she could get up.

“I have magic fingers,” she smirked, wiggling her fingers at you. You chuckled, her playful antics were rarely present these days, the stress of all these missions getting to you all.

“Yes you do, now come back and continue your magic finger treatment,” you pouted.

She shook her hand, “I can’t babe, I promised Vision I would train with him. But I promise tonight we can have a movie night, just the two of us!”

Getting off the ground, you followed her out, walking with her to the training room

“Sounds great, but we can’t tonight. Tony’s throwing that extravagant party, celebrating that one mission we didn’t die on, remember?” The one you still had to find a dress for.

“Oh no, you’re right! I completely forgot about that!” Wanda exclaimed. She suddenly gripped your arm, stopping you. “We should go together! That way neither one of us will be alone!”

Her words hurt your heart because you knew she didn’t mean it as you wanted her to, but nonetheless, you plastered a smile on and agreed quickly, before excusing yourself.

Natasha was leaning by your door as you approached and she pushed off the wall, trailing you into the room.

“You know you should just tell her how you feel?” she said, as you plopped down on your couch in a huff.

“Tell who what?” you asked, playing dumb. Nat gave you a ‘seriously’ look and you shook your head “I can’t tell her. She sees me as a friend, that’s all. And I love her too much to lose her.”

“So you choose to be unhappy.”

“You know better than all of us, that us avengers rarely find happiness,” you joked, and she shoved you playfully.

“Oh shut up!” she chuckled. “We should find you an amazing dress for tonight, that’ll help you feel like yourself again.”

You shrugged, sure that she was right but your heart just wasn’t in it. Alas, you let her drag you out to go shopping. Armed with Tony’s credit card, she found a cute boutique that was very misleading because you knew if you looked at any of the tags, you’d had a heart attack.

Watching as she tore through the racks of dresses, you sat on a comfy poof with a champagne flute in hand. She was a menace, throwing dress after dress in a pile you knew she was gonna make you try.

Shaking your head, you stood up and began scanning through the dresses yourself, running your hand over the material. A burgundy dress caught your eye, the satiny material, cut in a deep v, tight but not too tight with a slit up the thigh. It was beautiful.

You snuck into the back without alerting Nat, and into a dressing room. The dress fit perfectly, hugging every curve of your body and for a second you imagined Wanda seeing you in this and falling head over heels in love with you. Oh, a girl could dream, couldn’t she?

“Y/n? Where did you go?” you hear Natasha call out and peeked your head out of the room.

“Back here, Nat. I found a dress,” you hollered back. She let out a frustrated huff, knowing her efforts were wasted on you. You exited the dressing room and her eyes widened as she took in your silhouette.

“Wow! I’m impressed, you did almost as good of a job as I would have,” Nat said, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame. “Now if you let me do your hair and makeup, I’m sure we can make Wanda not know what hit her.”

You quickly threw a hanger at her, which she dodged effortlessly, laughing as she left you to change.

The shopping trip didn’t last long after that, as you came to the counter to find Nat with her dress and a pair of heels for you. She was lucky you were very dexterous, otherwise, you would fall flat on your face in those shoes and what kind of impression would you make then?

“Okay Nat, you’re overdoing it, I can feel it,” you complained, as she ran the brush along your cheekbones in feather light motions. She tsked you, ignoring your billionth complaint of the night. “Natttttt!” “Stop complaining or I will mess up and we’ll have to start all over,” She threatened. A light knock interrupted your rebuttal and you both looked at the door. “There, you’re all done,” she smiled, booping you on the nose with the brush before she took the cloth off, the one she had tied around your neck to avoid messing up your dress with makeup.

“Finally!” you said exasperatedly, heading to the door. You opened it to reveal Wanda in a pretty rose gold dress, the v of the dress was nearly down to her navel, accentuating the slopes of her breasts and tiny waist, the sequins were scattered with a few in flower shapes, all catching the light with each movement. She looked like an absolute goddess with her long hair in loose waves. The smile she gave you lit up her entire face, causing your heart to race.

“Wow, you look beautiful!” She exclaimed pulling the rather speechless you into a tight hug. You hoped she couldn’t feel your raging heartbeat. Natasha laughed under her breath, covering it up as a cough and you quickly flipped her the bird from behind Wanda’s back.

“Thank you, Wanda. So do you,” you managed to get out without stumbling over your words. A quick round of applause, ladies and gentlemen! You pulled away from her and the three of you headed downstairs.

Natasha conveniently leaving the two of you to join Steve at the bar. Bruce was in charge of drinks tonight so you knew you’d most likely be hungover in the morning. That man did not know how to portion alcohol appropriately.

Wanda scanned the room, her arm looped through yours, waving to some of your friends. She pulled you alongside her as she came to the group of couches where Bucky, Sam, and Vision sat.

“Doll, that dress is immaculate,” Bucky complimented as you sat down next to him with Wanda beside you. Vision pulled Wanda into a discussion about their workout earlier and you turned your attention to Sam and Bucky.

“Thanks, Buck! Nat and I went shopping this afternoon,” you said, smiling at the super-soldier. You couldn’t deny that he was a god of a man and you probably checked him out almost as much as you did Wanda. Bucky Barnes was a gift to womankind and he knew it.

His eyes looked you over and you leaned forward a bit, placing your purse on the coffee table, causing his eyes to wander to your cleavage.

“Well you two did a great job picking out dresses,” He replied, eyes reluctantly leaving your chest. His eyes glanced over your shoulders and widened briefly, before returning to you nervously. You turned to look over your shoulder, only seeing Wanda talking with Vision and a room full of people mingling. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Bucky still looked a bit spooked when you return to him but as the conversation flows, him and Sam have you laughing uncontrollably. At some point, Wanda brought you a drink, and another and another until your whole body felt so hot and your dress felt like it was smothering you.

You leaned back into her, her sweet scent enveloping you like a warm hug. She giggled at something Bucky said or didn’t say, you weren’t exactly sure at this point, and wrapped her arm around your shoulder, hand resting by your breast.

“And that’s when I had to intervene, you know? Or Steve was going to get his ass handed to him for the last time,” Bucky chuckled recalling a time when Steve got his ass kicked. Steve tossed a pillow at him as the crowd laughed along with Bucky. Those two were probably the only ones not hammered at this point.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” you said, your words only slightly slurred. You could handle your alcohol well, but you were still quite tipsy and as you went to stand up, you wobbled. Wanda’s hand shot out, her powers wrapped around your waist, holding you steady. You gained your footing, nodding thanks to her, and headed carefully to the bar.

“I need another drink please, good sir,” you said, leaning haphazardly against the bar. Bruce’s lip quirked up in a half-smile as he handed you a pink concoction. You took it without question and started sipping, resting against the counter as you looked around the now practically empty room. Only the Avengers and close friends were left; it was always your favorite time of the night when it was just all of you having a good time.

“I think it’s time to head to bed, love,” Wanda’s accented voice whispered in your ear, her warm breath trailing along your skin, raising goosebumps on your flesh.

“Bed?” you asked confused. “You’re going to take me to bed?” the lack of filter elevated by the alcohol in your system.

“If that’s what you want, baby,” she said, “You don’t think I don’t see the way you look at me. The way you watch me, the way you stumble over your words when I’m around.”

You backed away from her, thinking she was mocking you, that she had made it through your mental barriers. “Wanda, don’t,” you whispered, shaking your head. She tilted her head to the side, in that cute way that she does and grabbed your hands.

“I want you, y/n. I’m not messing with you. I want you too.” she reassured you, pulling you closer to her until her arms wrapped around your waist. Her fingers lingered over the bare skin of your back as she drew shapes on your skin, calming you almost instantly.

“Really?” you said, feeling ridiculous at how pathetic you sounded.

She leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on your lips and you whimpered against her lips. The kiss was electrifying, just the feeling of her against you ignited a dormant spark in you. Tugging you closer, she pressed herself against you. She tugged on your bottom lip as she separated from you. “Really, love. I almost took Barnes out earlier for the way he was staring.”

“You’re the one who spooked him?” you questioned. She nodded, with a wicked smile.

“Ever since I saw you in that dress, all I’ve wanted to do is peel it off you and if I wasn’t doing, no one else was going to.”

Lips to her ears, you said “Well good because I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Wanda grabbed your hand, and the two of you made your way to the elevator, giggling the whole way there. Oblivious to anything else. You were sure Natasha was probably smirking knowingly while the rest just stared.

The two of you barely made it to the bedroom when you pressed Wanda into a wall, slotting your thigh between hers.

“I don’t want you like a best friend. I haven’t for a long time,” you admitted against her lips before pulling her into a passionate kiss. Wanda’s hands grasped at the ample flesh of your ass, as she ground herself on your thigh.

Your hand cupped her face, holding her close, pausing for a moment to take her in, the moonlight from the window caressing the line of her throat, the swell of her heaving chest, the glimmer of her sequined dress.

Her fingers danced up your torso to the zipper on your side, lowering it with ease, before sliding the straps down your shoulders. You shimmied out of the dress and helped her slip her dress off, leaving you both in nothing but your panties.

Dresses discarded on the floor, you pulled her close, pressing your lips to Wanda’s neck. Her breasts bouncing lightly, her cheeks flushed, sweet nothings whispering from her lips, as she let her head fall back. Your lips sank lower, down to her breast, teasing one pebble-hard nipple, circling it with your tongue.

She pushed you onto the bed and you groaned as her teeth nipped at your neck. She crushed you to her, settling between your legs, skin to skin, every sweet curve at her fingertips. The red hue of her powers danced along your skin, making every part of you tingle. The added sensations made your back arch, your skin gliding along hers. Her fingertips dragged down your ribs, over the swell of your hips, finally brushing along the inside of your thighs.

A thrill sizzled up your spine and her eyes darkened at the sight of you. She was enjoying the way you were coming apart for her, unabashed and wanting.

“Wanda, I -” you panted as you felt Wanda drawing tight, firm circles over your clit with her clever fingers. She kept her pace steady, listening to you moan in time to her fingers.

It was truly like nothing you had ever known, even with previous lovers. The jolting current of her fingers combined with the soft kisses along your collarbones, your neck, your breasts. You mewled as she pulled a nipple into her mouth, lathing it with her tongue. You felt like time stood still, nothing but her teasing tongue and your breathless sighs, a heat building between your legs, setting your whole body aflame.

“Oh Wanda, yes,” you whispered.

“You like that, pretty baby?”

“Don’t stop,’’ you pleaded. She kissed you swallowing your pleas, your moans, all your sweet sounds. Her lips were like honey, warm and soft against yours. Your body writhing beneath her as Wanda’s fingers rolled over your swollen bud.

“I want to taste you,” She breathed, nuzzling into the valley of your breasts. You nodded, rapidly, the feel of her fingers making you yearn for more. You needed her mouth on you soon, before you lost it.

Kissing down your body, slow as melting ice, she ran her tongue along your sweat-beaded skin, her hand still strumming between your thighs. She pressed long, languid kisses on your belly, your hips, tracing around your navel with the tip of her tongue.

Spreading out your thighs with her hands, you laid splayed out on the bed before her. She watched you with a fierce look in her eye and her eyes drifted down to your silken softness, drenched in your slick. She moved slowly, running her tongue through your folds, flickering in and out.

You mewled and sighed, hips grinding, your hands in her hair, pulling her in tighter. Wanda moaned against you, feeling consumed by the taste of you, thirsty, starving for the flood of nectar on her tongue.

With a wave of her hand, she wrapped her powers around your breasts, pinching and rolling at the swollen nipples. The abundance of pleasure was quickly hurdling you towards the edge. You lost yourself as Wanda went to work in earnest, eyes rolling back in your head, fingers gripping the sheets blindly as you urged her on.

Your sounds made Wanda feel all-powerful, her every movement, every flick of her tongue or touch of her lips drawing out a groan, whispered pleas, a tremor running down the length of your body. With every drag of her tongue, your moans grew louder, longer until her tongue flicked over your pulsing bud, causing your body to tense up like a bowstring, spine arching. Your thighs clamped on either side of Wanda’s head, every muscle taut and shaking as your toes curled and you shrieked loudly.

Your whole body fell limp in the breathless aftermath, Wanda lapping up your release, tracing light circles over you, savoring your taste. Grinning mischievously she sank her tongue deeper into your petals, making you groan and reach for her head.

“Enough, gorgeous, enough,” you begged, pulling her back up your body. You enfolded her in your arms, your bodies melding into one as you flipped her over. Her legs wrapped around your waist as she kissed you feverishly, a long hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on her lips and you groaned, sucking on her bottom lip. Wanda smacked your ass, making you gasp and bite her lip, almost drawing blood.

“That was incredible,” she breathed out, licking her lips.

“Beginner’s luck?” you smirked down at her and she snarled in response.

“I didn’t hear any complaints,” she rebutted. “If you’re so cocky about it, love, why don’t you show me how it’s done?”

You kissed down her jawline, and she craned her head back, giving you full access to her neck. Your lips drifted down her throat, teeth grazing over her pulse point. Your fingernails traced lines of lust down her body, to her inner thighs.

“Say please” you taunted, kissing along her heated skin, nibbling marks on her gorgeous peaks. Your tongue flicked over a hardened nipple and Wanda whimpered, arching into you. You continued your descend down, situating yourself in between her thighs.

“W-what?” she panted.

“Say,” you whispered, nipping at the divet of her thigh and her sex. “Please.”

Wanda was hard-headed and stubborn, never one to bow down to anyone, but the way your fingers danced over her, light as a breeze, Wanda felt her belly begin to tighten as your tongue drew a tightening spiral around her clit.

“Say it,” you whispered again, flicking your tongue in a quick motion. The ache between her hips was a sweet agony, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Wanda, baby, say please and...” the light brush of your tongue, made her buck and shiver, “...I’ll give you what you want.”

Wanda lifted her heavy head, looking down the length of her body to you, ready to devour her. Anticipation was making it hard for her to breathe, eyes fluttering closed, she let her head fall back as she gave herself over to you entirely.

“Please.” Wanda panted.

A low, broken moan escaped her lips as you went to work, lips and tongues dancing through her folds. She had no idea where you had learned your skills, and any ex-lovers who may have had this pleasure from you, were now on Wanda’s hit list. She felt herself get wetter, her heat pulsed with every brush of your tongue. The bedsheet twisted in her fist as you slid a finger inside her, curling, coaxing, stroking against the spot that made her see stars.

The rhythm of your tongue matched your touch, and a second finger joined the first. Her back arched, lifting her hips to ground against your face, hands snarled in your hair. Wanda’s hips bucked wildly, and stars bloomed in her vision as your lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard. The heat inside her burst into ravenous flames and she lost herself, her mouth open in a soundless scream.

Coming down from her blinding high, Wanda felt you beside her, soft lips leaving sweet kisses on her face, and finally her lips. You hooked a leg over hers, and she wrapped an arm around you, tugging you close. Nuzzled into her, you basked in her warm embrace.

“I hope you know I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.” Wanda said softly. You kissed her neck and hummed in approval.

“All yours,” you vowed, slowly beginning to doze off, her hand stroking your hair.

“Maybe next time, we’ll invite Bucky to join,” was the last thing you hear before sleep pulled you under.

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