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thebluemage · 1 year

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The Hills | Steve Kemp

Pairing | Steve Kemp x dark!reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, cyberstalking, hacking, gaslighting, dark web, black market harvesting, manipulation, mentions of canibalism, mentions of distributing of body parts, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, dark themes, Steve Kemp (he's a warning on his own!)

Summary | You discover Steve’s dark secret but you still admire him for it.

Word Count | 3163

A/N | Here’s the next part to Obsession, enjoy! ❤️ Beta’d by the amazing @lunarbuck, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

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‘I only call you when it’s half-past five. The only time that I’ll be by your side, I only love it when you touch me, not feel me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me, yeah.’ - The Weeknd

A few days go by, and you can’t stop thinking about Steve. Between the back-and-forth texting, he is nice and funny, everything you could ever ask for. You’re absolutely smitten with him. Just as you pull your laptop onto your lap, you receive a text from Steve.

Hey, Angel. Want to meet up?

Yes, of course! Are you calling me ‘angel’ now?

Oh, yeah! Unless, you want me to stop… If that makes you uncomfortable.

No, no, please. Keep going, I like that!

Good, it’s a date! I will send you the address and time! I can’t wait to see you again! My angel.

He sends you the address that is located near the bookshop where you first met him, and it’s not far from your place. You decide to walk the distance there, which is just a few blocks away.

You walk into a warm and cozy cafe. The smell of coffee roams around the acoustic atmosphere of the place. It’s lovely. As you look through the crowd of people, you lock your eyes on Steve again. A smile spreads across your face.

“Hey there, handsome.” You approach the booth where he’s sitting. He stands up and greets you with a hug. “Hey, Angel.”

He’s wearing a soft brown sweater with black pants to complete the look. You wrap your arms around his body as you slide closer to him. His large hands touch your back while he pulls you into his embrace. The scent of his cologne infiltrates your nostrils as you smell his strong scent, a mix of a dewy scent of sage and bergamot. You never want to let him go, not ever.

“You smell nice.” You voice out when you sadly pull away from him.

“Thank you, Angel. You’re so delightful, and you look beautiful as ever.” He compliments as he takes another look at you, roaming his eyes on your body. “Magnificent.”

Steve is utterly fixated on you. He can’t believe that he has found someone as heavenly as you are. Ethereal yet tangible, wholesome yet sinful to his desires. He only wants more of you with each passing second, he wants to know what you feel like wrapped around him as he rampantly thrusts into you. Fire arises when you look at him, as if you can see right through him. He can’t wait to take a bite out of you.

“You flatter me, Steve.” You reply to him, when you avert your eyes back to Steve, becoming aware of his intense gaze on you. Your eyes connect together, and you feel a spark igniting in your gut.

“It’s the truth.” He states as his stare lingers on. You couldn’t look away from him, afraid to lose this sense of coming home.

“Uhh, let’s sit down.” He takes your hand and maneuvers you into the booth. He takes his place with you sitting next to him.

“So, here come the awkward questions,” he declares while he laughs a bit.

You tell Steve some basic information about yourself as he listens intently. You don’t want to reveal everything about yourself to him as you feel apprehensive about opening up, so you improvise a generic white lie.

I won’t tell him about my job and about my hacking skills. Maybe I can do more damage and use it to my advantage.

You tell him a different job occupation and he nods notably.

A waiter comes to your booth to take your orders and leaves quickly, hurrying to the next customer. Several minutes later, another waiter comes with your orders.

“So, what brings you to town, Steve?” You ask him as you tilt your head curiously.

“My second residency.”

“Nice. I can imagine many women would line up just to get a procedure done by you.”

“Not that many, if I’m being honest. Most women that come to me want to change their physique. You have the occasional boob job, tummy tucks.” He plucks a red cherry out of the cup and pops it in his mouth.

“And butt lifts.” You finish for him with a smile.

“Yeah, that too,” He chuckles knowingly.

“Do you have any social media, perhaps?” You ask him as you take your phone out of your bag to search him online.

“I don’t have any.” He shakes his head immediately.

Hmm, strange.

“Instagram?” You question, persisting on answers as you move closer to him.

“I don’t feel like sharing things about my private life.”

“Okay, that’s valid.”

“What about Twitter?” You continue the questions as you bring your body forward to him and lean your head against your hand for support. He takes a few sips from his drink, taking his time to answer.

“No. Does anyone have anything smart to say on Twitter? No way.”

“How am I able to contact you more easily? If not via social media, and only texting?”

“I don’t know, you can always send me a letter the old-fashioned way,” he suggests jokingly, as you laugh at his witty comment. He looks up at you, and something mischievous glimmers through his eyes while he smiles at you.

“What?” You ask him when he keeps staring at you, taking a glimpse at your mouth.

“You have such a beautiful smile.”

“Thank you, Steve. You’re so kind.”

The afternoon progresses to evening, and you and Steve lose track of time. When Steve goes to the toilet, you decide to peek into his wallet that he left behind. His ID card presents a different identity than what he alluded to. His actual name is Brendan Steven Kemp.

Huh. Should keep that in mind. What secrets are you hiding, Steve? No social media? Come on now, what doctor doesn’t have a social media of their own?

Before he comes back, you take a picture of his ID card from both sides for later search purposes and neatly put it back into his wallet. Between laughter and regular flirting, you both seem to be in a trance-like state, together in your own little bubble. The tension builds up between you and him; it’s undeniable. As soon as you two walk out of the cafe and walk the short distance to your apartment, the attraction is palpable.

“Fuck this.” You approach him and close the space between you and him. You grab his face and crush your lips onto his with a passionate fire.

Steve immediately reciprocates and kisses you back. His mind races due to his own duality for you. He must have you. You moan when you feel his tongue sliding into your mouth, clashing onto yours with wild abandon. Steve is enticed by you while he roams his hands all over your body, like a madman. Overwhelming and hot. When you open your apartment door, you both storm through it. When your back hits against the wall of the tiny hallway, you start to pull your jacket off, and let it fall to the floor.

He pulls away slightly to catch his breath and looks at you through gentle eyes while cradling the sides of your face. “Maybe we’re going too fast.”

Oh. That’s the first time. Why is that?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rush into it, we can slow down if you like.” You start to back away from the wall when Steve moves away from you, contemplating on what to do. You pick your jacket from the floor and neatly hang it to the coathanger.

“Uhh, do you want something to drink?” You ask him as you go further into your living room, going towards the kitchen. Steve runs a hand through his hair before scratching his forehead with his thumb as he watches you intently and doesn’t respond. He looks away for a second before you continue.

“Or eat?” He looks straight at you with a wild look again, as if he changed his mind again.

Steve can’t let you go, no matter what. To him, you feel like a necessity, a longing that he hasn’t felt in ages, similar to the longing that he only has when he eats his type of meat. It’s inexplicable and indescribable. You’re the quintessential person of his desires. He lets himself fall on your couch when he sighs and directs his gaze to you again, almost pleading and hopeful.

“Just you, Angel.” He gets out of the couch and makes a beeline straight toward you, grabs your face, and pulls you into him, pressing his lips hard against yours. Your breath catches in your throat while you place your hands on his head. A whimper slips past your lips as you’re unable to resist your longing for him.

You greedily touch Steve’s body wherever you can as you guide him to your bedroom. Every touch makes you crave him more, your thoughts whirl around in your mind at a rapid pace. He groans and moves the hand to cup the back of your neck and deepens the kiss, spearing his tongue in your mouth. Your nipples harden and your pussy clenches the longer Steve kisses you. You lay on your bed and start to undress all of your clothes quickly while Steve does the same, staring at you with a hefty and lewd gaze glimmering through his eyes.

He climbs on top of you as he hovers his body over you while he stares passionately; his cerulean eyes growing darker by the second. He can’t believe your beauty, a stunning sight before his own eyes as if you’re a celestial being. He slowly moves his head down and starts to kiss you deeply again.

“I want you, my love,” he muses out hoarsely. He’s breathing just as harshly as you are.

“I’ve wanted you for days. Ohh!” You exclaim when Steve cups your breasts in his hands and molds your flesh before he pinches and plucks at your nipples, sending shivers up your spine.

“Hmm, you’re so responsive to me. Good girl.” He utters out seductively. He takes one of your breasts to his mouth and laps at your nipple with his tongue while flicking the other with his hand.

“Oh, fuck!” You announce as you close your eyes at the way Steve’s salacious tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple. He hums with how your soft skin feels to him, savoring every inch of you; his hands making their way to your aching core.

“Let me worship you, angel. I need to taste you now.” He rasps out, with urgency in his voice. He makes his way down while he gently bites into your skin, leaving red marks on the surface. He sets himself between your thighs and bites into each of them.

“Oh, fuck Steve!” You moan as your face contorts with pleasure as he suddenly shoves his face right onto your heat.

“I’m going to ravish you until you’re not able to utter a single word.” His dark cerulean eyes pierce through you as he hums. “And you’re going to be mine.” The feeling of his tongue going through your slit makes your back arch from the bed, and you moan out his name.

“Please, Steve! I– I’ll do anything!” You plead through jagged breaths while he deliciously defiles you. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you firmly into place. He gives you long strokes, capturing every bit of essence you have. He sucks and laps your wet slick up with his mouth as if it’s the last drop of water he’ll ever drink in his life. He’s enticed by your taste, and he can’t wait until his cock is deep inside of you.

“Aahh! Steve!” You wail as you grasp a handful of his luscious hair and pull it. He groans, sending surges of lightning over your body. Your hips buck up as your body quiver underneath him, taking in all the bliss until you feel one of his fingers prodding into you, seeking entrance to your wet and aching pussy.

“Oh fuck!!” You exclaim as you arch your back from the bed while you hear the muffled groans of Steve underneath you. In one swift motion, he delves two fingers into your slit. A coat of your slick envelops his fingers as Steve licks ferociously on your clit.

“Come for me.” His sultry demand comes out low and husky as if he’s trying to contain his never-ending lust for you.

Your hips buck as your head falls onto the pillow from beneath you, when your eyes roll back into their sockets. You feel yourself come undone for him as your walls squeeze around Steve’s digits.

“Aaaahh, Steve!!”

“Good. Good girl.” He ushers to your cunt as his strokes lightly decrease. He licks your wetness up with his tongue, and he hums out delicately.

“Hmm, you’re so exquisite.”

“T–thank you, Steve.”

Your chest heaves heavily up as you gradually catch up your breath. He picks up your body tenderly and lays you gently next to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You still feel his erection against the lobes of your ass.

You turn your head in his direction with a questioning look.

“Huh, and what about you?” You look at him, confused yet still dazed from your ravenous orgasm.

“Shh, sh, don’t worry about me, I just want to be close to you, skin-to-skin contact. This night was about your pleasure, not mine,” He simply answers. “Go to sleep, my Angel. You deserve to be well rested.”

Your eyes begin to feel heavy as the dim night light protrudes from the curtain of your window. You lift your arm and wrap it around his chest, pulling yourself more into his embrace.

“Okay, Steve.” You softly accept his demand as your mind dwindles away from any worries. Steve sighs peacefully in return.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, my Angel.” It’s the last thing you hear before your eyes drift to a close, and you fall into a deep slumber.

The next day stumbles in slowly, with the sunlight peeking through the curtain. Rays of sunshine fall upon your face, enveloping you in warmth. Your eyes open slowly, and you’re in Steve’s arms. He’s still sleeping peacefully when suddenly an alarm starts to go off. Steve opens his eyes rapidly and checks the clock, he hurriedly gets out of bed.

“Oh, fuck. I totally forgot the time,” He says when he starts to dress up in his pants again before taking his shirt off the ground. “My shift at the hospital starts in thirty minutes.”

“Oh, what hospital do you work at?” You ask innocently.

“St. John’s Hospital,” He answers while he pulls his shirt over his head. “My first procedure starts in an hour. A patient is going to be very happy with their boob job.” He continues.

“Well, they’re in good hands with you.” You affirm encouragingly. You hoist yourself up from the bed in a sitting position.

“Why, thank you. I'll see you tonight, Angel.” He takes your hand in his and kisses the top of your hand gently.

“That’s alright, have a good day at work, handsome.”

“I’ll be thinking of you,” He softly intones when he’s all fully dressed and gathering all his belongings. “See you later, Angel.” And with that, he leaves through your apartment door.

You squeal cheerily as you start your daily morning routine. Once you’re dressed and finished eating, you think you should do research on ‘Steve’. You want to know everything about him, so naturally, you take up your laptop and place it on your island and decide to do a simple search on Google. The only results that come up are from his reconstructive surgery website and a few articles that he wrote but there’s something else too, another result, a woman named Ann Kemp.

Out of curiosity, you click on the link. And it redirects you to a Facebook page of a blonde-haired woman with a picture of her family standing in front of a house. And there he is, Steve, standing and smiling with his family. He has a wife and a dog. Ann is holding the dog on a leash. You can’t help but to take another look at the woman, there’s something off about her, but you can’t exactly pinpoint it. You zoom in on her, looking at her hand, and you notice she’s wearing a wedding ring on her left hand.

You should have known that he was married. He’s too good to be true. You take a different approach with your searching. Since you're a talented hacker, you know your way around technology and the mechanics of it. You pull up a more advanced browser that can search literally anything related or attached to that specific name, word or thing. The general public would know that browser and use it to go on the Dark Web. You have a program installed, so your IP address isn’t trackable. You remember having a picture of his ID with his real name on your phone. So, you take your phone out and look into it and you type in his name ‘Brendan Steven Kemp’. Up come a thousand search results from the normal search results of ‘reconstructive doctor' to a much sinister, more disturbing and shocking result.

There’s a business. The logo contains a white background, and a red logo of a head of a goat with a snake eating itself around it is displayed. You click on the logo, and it redirects you to a website. To your horror, you come to find that Steve practices in the most inhuman activities ever done. He harvests human meat and sells them on the dark web. And here you are, looking at his webshop. The various ‘products’ are listed by mainly female names. There’s a hand that goes by ‘Hope’, and the description is ever so horribly detailed as if it is a delicacy. With a price tag of thirteen thousand dollars!!

I knew it!! You have a wife!! I have to get out her of the picture, though. I can’t have her orbiting around you like some lost puppy dog. I can’t have that, Steve. There’s also something wrong with her, and how did you meet her anyway? Let me guess, you probably kidnapped her too, and she got Stockholm syndrome as a result.

You immediately go to work with it and pick through his encrypted layers of codes, and when you finally reach the barrier, you unlock the access. With ease, you gain access to his illicit webshop. With another set of difficult codes you shut off his website, and everything turns black.

So, that’s why you’re so private, Steve. You have a wife and are a cannibal. Being able to kidnap dozens of women, probably mutilate them, so as to keep them alive until there’s nothing left, consume them, and ultimately kill them to sell them. And I thought so highly of you. Are you going to do the same to me? Only one way to find out, I guess.

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onceuponastory · 2 years

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"Come back to bed."

Hey Navy! Thank you for the request/inspiration! I decided to situate this in the Normal universe, cause I love that fic, and Steve being all cute and domestic for once. So here’s Steve and Reader waking up together. Also this is another classic case of: "Shit, this was meant to be a drabble!" People probably don't have to have read Normal to understand this cause it's not a huge impact on the story, but here's a link anyway.

Decided to call this little fic Early Morning, aka: Reader realises how much she loves waking up beside Steve Kemp.

As dawn breaks over the forest, the world is peaceful. In the cabin, Y/N and Steve lay in bed together, fast asleep. All the excitement, pain, and fear of the past few days are gone, and everything is serene. Instinctively, Steve scoots closer to Y/N, his arm wrapping around her waist protectively. Or perhaps the reason why Steve wants to be so close to her is because he wants to make up for lost time and show her how much he loves her, even while she sleeps.

The pair continue to sleep for a little while longer, until the sound of birds chirping cuts through Y/N's sleep, and she wakes up with a groan. Stupid birds. She turns around, a whispered “Good morning!” leaving her lips. Once she realises that Steve is still asleep beside her, she quickly shuts her mouth. Y/N stares over at Steve as the sunlight illuminates his body, and a smile crosses her lips. This is only the third day that she's woken up beside Steve Kemp, and already, she's sure that it’s one of her favourite things in the entire world. There are no prison officers and no asshole coworkers to put a stop to them. It's just the two of them, finally together after so long.

Yet, Y/N still makes sure to gently run her finger along Steve's cheek, checking that he's real, and that she's not dreaming. That she won't wake up and be back home, her new and happy life over before it even began. Steve stirs a little at her touch, but continues to sleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Y/N sighs happily. It's still real. She knows she should stop worrying and just enjoy this moment of tranquillity, but after the rollercoaster the past few weeks have been, what with being betrayed by Nick Fowler and then having a serial killer admitting his love for her and taking her away so they can finally be together, Y/N's learned to expect the unexpected in her life.

But she doesn't need to worry about Nick anymore, or anyone else. It's just her and Steve now. Always and forever, just like he said. And spending eternity with Steve Kemp sounds like a dream come true. Even though it's still a little weird to have him right beside her when only a few days ago, he was in a bright orange jumpsuit and handcuffs, and she was ordered to stay away from him for safety. Now, though, he looks calm and at peace. And Y/N finds herself falling even more in love. Being here with Steve by her side, and them both sharing each other's space and doing the usual couple things that they missed out on feels right, and it feels like home. In that moment, Y/N knows that she could stay by his side forever.

However, life has other plans, including a busy day for Y/N. So, she needs to get up, despite how little she wants to. And so, tries her best to wriggle out of Steve's grasp without awakening him.

"Mmm...nooo." Steve murmurs. The sound of his voice makes her jump, but the deep baritone tone in it also makes her shudder. God, how is this man so attractive? Steve grabs her wrist, gently trying to pull her back to bed and into his embrace once more. "Come back to bed." His fingers brush against her skin, and she giggles. Y/N wonders if she'll ever get used to the sensation of Steve touching her skin, and if it'll stop sending sparks through her entire body. In all honesty, she hopes it never does.

"Steve, let go! I have to see Jenna about a job, remember? I won't be gone that long, I promise." Y/N leans down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. When she pulls away, Steve grins, pulling her in for another, hungrier kiss, one that she readily accepts.

"Ohhh no. Jenna can wait." Gently, Steve pulls her again, and Y/N falls back onto the bed. Steve's arms wrap around her. "I've been waiting months to touch and kiss you like this, and now I can. Sorry, but I am not letting go of my chance." He murmurs. He grins, flipping her over so that he's on top of her.

"Steve, I love you, but I really have to-" Y/N laughs, but she's cut off by Steve peppering kisses all over her face and neck. As Steve's lips brush against her skin, Y/N bites her lip to stop her sounds of pleasure from escaping. God, he really knows all the right spots. Steve chuckles at the sound of her subdued moan, knowing he's convinced her to stay. Not that she needed much convincing anyway. Y/N and Steve's lips meet once again, and Steve slips his tongue in. As the kiss deepens, all thoughts Y/N has of being busy disappear, replaced by thoughts of her and Steve's new life together.

Always and forever.

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jessybarnes · 1 year

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Just A Taste

Title: Just A Taste

Pairing: Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,643

Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, face riding, oral sex (female receiving), clit play, tongue fucking, kissing, crying, feelings of not being good enough, being held captive, out of character Steve, squirting, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: KINKMAS 2022

Day 1: Face Riding

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: Okay, so this was supposed to be posted on the 14th but because I received anon hate I decided to wait because I just wasn't feeling good about myself. I'm still not, but here this is anyway. I'm sorry it's bad. I know Steve is way out of character. Sorry, for my bad writing.

Steve opens the door to his cellar and heads down the stairs. His fingers wrap tightly around the key card as he exhales harshly through his nose. Today was stressful. Well, every day is, but today was even more so.

His shoes click methodically on the hard floor as he walks slowly toward your cell. The other ones are all empty except for two, but those women don't matter to him. Not in the way that you do.

You're...different.

From the day he saw you standing in line at the little deli he frequents, he was captivated by your beauty. He'd never seen someone so beautiful before in his life.

So beautiful, in fact, that he can't bring himself to use you the way he's used all of the other women he's captured. Every time he opens your cell door and sees those big, doe eyes of yours looking up at him, his stomach fills with butterflies.

Even on bad days like this, you bring a light to him that illuminates his darkness.

Steve can see you sitting cross-legged on the thin bed roll, a Cosmopolitan magazine open on your lap. You're chewing on your bottom lip, something he's noted as a habit of yours, and it makes arousal coil in his lower abdomen.

He raises the key card to unlock the door and slides it open. You look up and offer him a soft, nervous smile.

"H-Hi"

Steve smiles at the fear and innocence in your eyes. God, he loves the power he holds over you.

"Hey, sweetheart. Reading anything good?"

You look down at the magazine and move your gaze back to his. It really should disgust you that your attraction to your kidnapper outweighs your motivation to escape. There's no way he feels the same. At first, you'd thought that's why he hadn't harmed you, but now you're starting to think there's something else wrong with you.

You've been here for a long time now, and he still hasn't done what he said he do the first night he'd brought you here. Maybe you're not good enough for him now and he's just keeping you here as a prisoner because he's afraid you'll rat him out and ruin his whole operation.

Wow, I'm so undesirable not even the man who took me captive wants anything to do with me... how pathetic...

"Just the horoscope page," you say quietly.

The sadness in your tone doesn't go unnoticed and Steve realizes it's a different kind of sad. Not the kind he's used to anyway. He pushes off the doorframe and walks closer to you. His knees pop as he crouches down, his fingers tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes.

"Somethings wrong, and it isn't just because I've got you imprisoned in this room."

It isn't a question, but you know he means to ask what's bothering you. The lump in your throat rises and you're certain if you try and speak the dam inside you will break.

Your lower lip trembles and Steve brushes his thumb over it to keep it still. He watches as tears gather in your eyes and feels his heart constrict with another foreign feeling.

He's been angry before, but never this kind. This kind is new to him. This is a protective type of anger that makes his blood boil.

Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap. You curl into him as soft, quiet sobs shake your body. A deep scowl etches onto his features and even though he's the only one who's had any type of contact with you for the past two months, it still doesn't change the fact that he'd kill anyone who brought you harm.

...Oh...

That's when it dawns on him.

He's fallen for you.

Hard.

Your small voice breaks through your sobs and Steve wipes your tears away with his thumb as he looks down at you.

"Th-There's some...something wrong with m-me, isn't there?"

He shakes his head, "why would there be anything wrong with you? You're the least fucked up person in this house, Y/N."

You sniffle and adjust yourself so you're looking at him properly. He really is attractive, and you're so close to him. Close enough that you could just lean in and-

"Sweetheart?"

Your eyes fall to your lap along with your hands, the chain around your wrist jingling reminding you of where you're at. Maybe you do belong here if you're having sexual thoughts about your fucking abductor.

"Because," you sigh, "I've been in here for a long time and...and you've...well, you haven't...haven't um..."

You can't bring yourself to even say it, but Steve seems to get what you're trying to tell him. He tilts your chin back up again and for the first time in a long time, he actually looks sincere.

"You think because I haven't done to you what I've done to the others that you're not good enough?"

You nod and he swallows thickly. He's normally desensitized to seeing women cry, but with you, it's like someone's torn open a wound in the middle of his chest. He can't stand it and he can't help himself as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips into your warm, wet mouth. He kisses you fiercely, his arms holding you tightly against him, and for a moment you actually believe he wants this...wants you.

Steve pulls away and you search his eyes for a moment before speaking up.

"I...don't...I don't understand... how come-"

He shushes you with another kiss and taps your thigh so you'll get up. He stands with you and pulls a set of keys from his pocket, the same sincere expression still on his face.

"We'll talk more later, baby. Right now, I've gotta taste you, and I need you somewhere more comfortable for that."

The look of horror on your face catches him off guard, but he quickly recovers and shakes his head, his hands cupping your cheeks tenderly.

"Oh, angel, I didn't mean it like that. I promise I'm not going to harm one hair on that pretty, little head of yours."

He pulls you flush against him, one of his large hands sliding underneath the elastic band of your sweatpants.

"What I meant was," two of his fingers apply delicious pressure on your clit making your breath hitch, "I wanna taste this sweet, little cunt, Y/N."

Heat pools in your belly at his words, and you let yourself feel the way the pads of his fingers roll over your sensitive bud. He removes them just as quickly and you let out a little whine in protest.

"Don't be impatient," he admonishes and unlocks the cuff on your wrist.

Steve leads you out of the cell and down the long hallway. You come to a set of stairs and he climbs them, unlocking the door at the top with his key card before taking you through the main part of his house. His bedroom is cozy and neat, but you don't get a chance to really look at it because, in the next second, he's practically tearing your clothes off.

"So sweet...so pretty and innocent, baby. I bet your pussy tastes like heaven."

Steve lays down on the bed and tilts his head back so he can look at you. His cock tents his pants and your mouth waters at the thought of him fucking your throat.

"Come here, princess. Come sit on my face and let me taste you."

You climb over him, your knees just above each of his shoulders. He groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he looks up at your glistening pussy.

"Fucking soaked, baby."

He pulls you down and drags his tongue from your soaked hole to your hard clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

"Oh, fuck! Steve!"

He begins to devour you, switching from slipping his tongue inside your pussy and sucking on your sensitive nub. You start to rock your hips and whine when he holds you still.

Steve's insatiable.

He can't get enough of the way you taste, the way your dripping cunt clenches around his tongue every time he pushes it inside you. He's instantly addicted and he's determined to see how many times he can make you cum just from his mouth alone.

"Oh, my god! Fuck! Please!... Steve, I...it feels so fucking good, baby."

He lifts you up and looks up into your eyes, "ride my face, princess. Make yourself cum all over my fucking tongue."

You moan loudly and roll your hips, the sensation of his mouth on your pussy making you toss your head back in pleasure.

Your hands grip his hair and you move your cunt faster across his tongue, the spark of arousal now a full-blown inferno as you climb closer and closer to pure bliss.

Steve grips your ass and flicks his tongue faster, his name falling past your lips over and over in a desperate plea.

"Steve! Oh, God Steve! Please! Steve, you're so good...fuck, m'gonna cum you're so fucking good, baby!"

Your legs begin to shake and moments later the coil inside you snaps as you gush all over him. He growls possessively and takes everything you give him until you're too sensitive.

Steve rolls you over so you're on your back, his body caging you in.

"I'm gonna need you to do that again, baby."

Your eyes go wide, "Steve, I don't think that's possible. I'm too sensitive and-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off and kisses down your body, a smirk dancing across his lips, it's definitely possible, princess."

He kisses your clit and you suck in a sharp breath.

"And you're gonna give me as many as I want."

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Little Black Book, Chapter 27

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: mentions of abortion, coercion, dubcon, negotiating with a cannibal, mentions of medical procedures, drugging/sedating characters against their will.

“Brendan…I’m begging you.”

The tears in her eyes struck a chord deep within the doctor that hovered over her body. His jaw clenched as he pushed back the emotions from his normally cold eyes. There was nothing more in the world that he wanted to do than to pull her away from the four men that had called him. But he held himself in check. Until now. They warmed, and he felt his resolve cracking when he looked at her stomach.

“They said you’re pregnant.”

He’d be remiss to say he didn’t think of her as his own. Sometimes pretending that when he went home to Ann that it was her instead. They would have had more than two kids if it was.

“Don’t do it,” she begged him. He frowned, trying to distance himself from the situation and his thoughts, “Brendan.”

His hands felt around on her stomach, “have you been noticing any changes?”

“Does it matter if you do what they ask?” she asked, “you’re here to terminate the pregnancy…why would you care about the changes I’ve been going through?”

“I’ve always taken care of you,” he replied in a soft voice. His hands trailing a little bit lower on her stomach, “haven’t I, kitten?”

“Before I knew you were married, yes.”

He frowned harder, the lines in his forehead becoming more prominent, “you know that I would have left her for you…Ann i-”

“Is that before or after you chained me in your basement? I know how much of a charmer you can be, Bren…there’s no way you would have left me for Ann. So why are you pretending that you would have?” she asked with a scoff. His frown grew as she looked away from him, tears in her eyes, “you know, it’s funny. I stopped seeing you because of that…and here I am, chained up in a basement anyways. The only difference is that they don’t want to eat me.”

“I wouldn’t have eaten you. I never wanted to eat you,” he admitted, “I hired you for a different reason.”

“Sold me to be eaten?”

“You’re special,” he murmured softly, his hand bumping against hers. She watched his cool eyes fill with regret, “you were always special to me…I wouldn’t have done any of the things to you that I’ve done with them…with any of them…”

“Ann married you and you asked her to chop off her leg.”

“She gave me what I needed at the time…a cover. She knows what we have isn’t love. It’s survival,” he mumbled as he reached into his bag to grab a speculum, “you know that. She gave up her leg when I told her I was going to leave…”

“I wouldn’t give up any part of me for you…”

“I know, Nikita.”

As he went down between her thighs she sighed, her voice barely above a whisper, “but I would give up any part of myself for my unborn child’s life.”

Brendan’s eyes fixated on hers. She couldn’t see the bottom of his face, but his eyes held a glimmer of curiosity. There was nothing but a serious look to her face as she maintained eye contact with him, “what?”

“You heard me, Bren…I didn’t stutter,” she said softly. His brow raised, “I wouldn’t do it for you, though. I’d do it for what’s growing inside of me.”

His fingers twitched on her thigh, “anything? Do you really mean that?”

“Anything non-vital,” she answered, “but only if you don’t do the abortion…”

“If I don’t do it, they’ll get someone else,” he said simply, trying to test her resolve, “they don’t seem like the type that’ll just give in if I say no.”

“Say you need to take me back to your place then,” she offered, thinking on her feet. He sighed and she continued quickly, “y-you can take what you want from me then. They’ll maybe send one of them with me…you can keep him too. Whoever it is. But then you find Johnny Storm or Nick Fowler…and you hand me back to them. You make sure I get back to one of them.”

He looked like he was considering her offer. His eyes darkened slightly as they trailed more along the line of her thigh, “anything non-vital…plus the guard….”

“Yes.”

He shook his head, “I don’t want to take anything.”

“What?”

“You know what I want, kitten…and it’s not to take something from you.”

“If you don’t want to take anything…”

“One more time.” It barely came out above a whisper as well. For a second, she thought that she had imagined him saying it. She watched his expression. The normally cool, reserved expression held one of hope, “I want to be inside of you…I don’t want to eat any part of you…but I do want to feel you. You’re special, and you know that, Nikita.”

“You really don’t want to eat me?”

He chuckled, his hand drifting along the inside of her thigh, “well, it’s a different kind of eating…”

She blushed, shaking her head at the former client, “You are insatiable, Kemp…”

“Only with you,” he sighed, eyes meeting hers once more, “but what do you say? I want one more night with you, kitten...and the guard.”

“Deal.”

“Plain and simple, I can’t do it here,” Kemp shrugged, his arms crossing as he looked at the four men in front of himself, “I ca-“

“What do you mean you can’t do it here?” Andy asked, cutting him off. He was beyond pissed off. He’d called in every favor he had so that Steve Kemp would come to him, and now he was saying that he couldn’t perform the abortion. Andy was livid.

“Gimme a goddamn coat hanger,” Lee growled, from the counter he leaned on. His eyes went to the basement door where the steps were, “I’ll take care of her real quick. We don’t need no fucking doctor to kill the bastard. I’ll do it myself.”

“Stop acting like a god damned savage, Lee,” Steve replied, looking at the sheriff, “we’re doing this the safe way. We all agreed that was best for her. Now back to the issue at hand. Steve, what do you mean you can’t do it here? Why not?”

“Listen, I got everything I would need at my place…you guys said you’re planning on moving her, right?” he asked simply, “I can’t just move my equipment. My operating room is sterile, and I can keep an eye on her for a day or two for the recovery time.”

“You god damned cannibal,” Lee hissed, glaring at him, “I bet the second we give her to you, you put her up on that sick little auction site you got. I don’t agree to it. I’m not gonna agree to just handing her over. Barber, Rogers, I ain’t giving my blessing on this one.”

“What options do we have?” Steve asked, looking around, “Tony sent an alert to me that they were looking for me. They got ahold of the footage about Bucky…and there’s an alert out on Jensen and Barber too. Tried to ask me to come in quietly. Guaranteed they’re searching through any of her old clients to see who hasn’t shown up for work lately. That’s why we decided to disappear now.”

“Steve’s right,” Andy sighed, admitting that the rogue super soldier was right, “we don’t have any other safe options for her…but I’m not gonna let Lee near her with a coat hanger if that damages her ability to have children in the future. That’s not protecting our girl. We do that and we’re just as bad as what she says we are.”

“Jensen?”

Jake looked at the three older men in front of him, then to the doctor, “you’re not going to eat her?”

“I’m not some savage. I’m not going to eat your girlfriend. Now, listen, if you guys want to come along, I don’t mind. If it helps set your mind at ease, so be it,” Kemp shrugged indifferently, “I’m just trying to save you the hassle. If I do this now, without the proper equipment and recovery time to monitor her then it could affect fertility in the future. You guys want her to be able to have a kid down the line, that’s your option.”

“Fine,” Jensen said quickly, “but I don’t like the idea of her going without us.”

“Then it’s settled,” Lee said firmly, staring directly at Barber and Rogers, “I’ll take the kid with me, and we’ll keep Hannibal Lecter in line. Spend a few days with him while he cuts Barnes’ bastard out and she recovers, and then we’ll be all set at the new place.”

“I can agree to that,” Steve shrugged, “you okay with that Barber?”

“But I get first dibs with the kid. One of us gets to be the one that puts her first baby in her,” Lee said quickly, before Andy could answer. Jake’s brow raised in surprise that he was being included, “either Jensen or I get first shot at a new brat, or I’m not going to agree to any of it, and I’ll be damned if she leaves the house with him otherwise.”

“You don’t even want kids, Lee.”

“No, but she does…and I’mma give my girl what she wants,” Lee said firmly, “and anyways…no better way to prove that a girl is yours than by marking her up with a baby.”

The trip felt longer than it should have been, but in all fairness, she hadn’t been up to his house in the woods for years. What should have been unsettling to her, almost felt like the most peaceful moments of her life. Brendan may have been a cannibal. He may have abducted women and sold them off in pieces, but one thing he was not, was a liar.

And she knew whenever the guys had told her she was going up to the cabin, that he was someone that she could trust. And when she saw Lee get into the car beside her, she felt like the world was saying sorry for fucking her over. Brendan would not be gentle with Lee, especially in the moments that two had talked about the four of them. She knew that Brendan would make sure Lee suffered before finally killing him off and freezing him for sale.

She did, however, feel bad when Jake got on the other side of her. Out of the four of them, Jake was the most gentle. Despite the fact that he’d killed Lucas, he never raised a hand to her, and had always tried to be kind. But she didn’t care that Brendan would get him too. He was part of the group that took her, and he never stopped any of them from punishing her.

He deserved what he had coming to him.

But when the group got to the cabin and she took a deep breath, she knew that everything would be okay.

As Brendan led them all down to the basement, and the soft scuffle behind some of the doors let her know that there were indeed girls waiting to be sold off like cows to the slaughter, she knew that she wasn’t going to be one of them.

“What the hell is that?”

Brendan shot him a look before he opened the operating room doors, “do you really want to know?”

Jake shrunk back a little, the nervousness clearly written across his features. Meanwhile Lee shoved him, “come on Hannibal Lector, we don’t got time for this.”

“Don’t go pushing him, Lee. He’s doing us a favor.”

“And I did you a favor by including you,” Lee grumbled, looking at the younger man, as Brendan helped her through the OR door and held his finger up to his lips, “and all you’re doing is bitching.”

She nodded and he handed her a needle, “I’m gonna pretend you knocked me out. Grab that bedpan and slam it against my thigh, alright? Stab them wherever you can with it if you get the chance. I’ll take them down.”

Without hesitation, she followed his instruction, and he made a show of falling to the ground, knocking over a tray and creating a loud noise. Both men charged into the room, Jake to check on Brendan, while Lee eyed her down.

“What the hell did you go and do that for, huh sweetie?” Lee asked, looking at her. Lee stalked towards her like she was prey, while Brendan managed to use his needle on Jake. He fell wordlessly to the ground beside him. She noticed Brendan catch him as to not make any noise. Lee licked his lips, “can’t even leave you alone for a few minutes, can I? You know, after Lector there pulls the baby out of you, I’m really gonna enjoy fucking a new one into you. Who knows…maybe we’ll use him again when I decide I don’t really want a brat with ya…just for giggles.”

“Oh, I doubt very much that you’ll use him again,” she said with a smirk as Brendan snuck up on him. Lee’s eyes widened as Brendan injected the sedative into Lee’s system. And in his last few waking moments he stared at her. She leaned down beside him, “you see, Brendan is on my side, Lee…I’ll catch you up in a bit.”

Chapter 28

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thebluemage · 1 year

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Obsession | Steve Kemp

Pairing | Steve Kemp x dark!reader

Warning | 18+, Dark themes, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, a shitty ex-boyfriend, mentions of stalking, mentions of vandalism, mentions of assault, gaslighting, manipulation. Steve Kemp (he’s a warning on his own!)

Summary | When you have a chance encounter with Steve, you wonder who he actually is.

Word Count | 1614

A/N | So, I wanted to dabble into writing dark fics with dark!reader and what better character than Steve Kemp (my husband) to write it out!! Surprise, this is also the first chapter of my first series!! I got inspired by @extremelyblackandwhite and it gave me an idea to write for it as well. Beta’d by the lovely @lunarbuck, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

Masterlist | Obsession - Steve Kemp series

‘You’re an obsession, you’re my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?’ - Animotion

It was early afternoon when you entered your local bookshop, taking in the sight of the wooden bookshelves as you smelled the scent of old yet valuable paper and books. It’s your safe haven amongst the turbulence you experienced several years ago.

The second you laid eyes on him in your local bookshop, you knew that he was the one. The stranger is handsome and exactly your type. There's something intriguing about him, an all encompassing energy that surrounds him. And you couldn’t help but be entranced by it. There’s an aura of mystery and magnetism that inexplicably pulls you towards him as your eyes drift to his tall frame. He picks up several books and flips through the pages of it on the wooden shelves, moving from aisle to aisle. You subtly follow the stranger around until he reaches the classics where you’ve also been to check out.

He halts when he makes it to the letter B, his eyes roaming from side to side around on the high shelf. You’re amazed with how he’s dressed and the way he looks. His dark brown hair is neatly combed and properly parted to the side. He’s wearing a pink sweater with a brown jacket on top combined with some jeans. It seems like he is looking for a specific book. The handsome stranger picks up Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë from the high shelf near the beginning of the aisle.

Since the breakup with your ex-boyfriend, something has snapped within you. You can’t really explain what it is, but you always feel the need to be around someone, to know every single detail of their life and what they’re doing to cease the loneliness in your heart. It’s a curiosity that morbidly hinges on being intrusive and obsessive, that’s how you like to recall it. It’s been two years since you had seen him. During the breakup, an altercation ensued that led you to key his car and slash his tires out of vengeance. You didn’t stop there, you regularly stop by his apartment to ‘check’ in on him and trash his place. You’ve also tracked his whereabouts and followed him from behind, a few feet away just to see his reaction as you smiled and played dumb by telling him that it’s ‘just a coincidence’ that you bumped into him. Because your ex-boyfriend was, frankly, an asshole. Maybe, this was the kind of revenge that you needed to act out on; as payback for going through the assault that you endured with him during the five years you’d been together. In your eyes, he deserves it. You reported him many times before to the police and he was arrested with multiple charges on his part.

Your ex didn’t report you to the cops because every time he attempted to; you just put on your act as the civilized and innocent ex-girlfriend who was always the victim to his horrible actions.

“No sir, that’s ridiculous! I might be his ex-girlfriend, but I’m not capable of doing such horrendous things. I don’t even have the strength to slash his tires out. I understand that I broke up with him due to his cruel actions, but he just can’t accept that. And now, he’s taking it out on me by constantly harassing me. Check his record, he has various charges, and I’m afraid that he’ll do something to me that could bring my life into mortal peril.”

“Oh sorry, Miss! I didn’t know that. Do you want to file a restraining order against him?”

“Yes, I’d like that sir. Thank you so much!”

“Okay, that’s settled. We’ll add harassment to his record too.”

“Thank you for helping me out, sir. I appreciate that a lot.”

“No problem, Miss.”

Some things are better left unsaid. You physically moved on but you mentally aren’t able to until something or someone else came along. And luckily for you, it has.

While you’re drooling over the guy standing right next to you, you remember you’re in search of a book of your own, Persuasion by Jane Austen. But it’s on the top shelf next to him, and you aren’t able to reach it. You take a look at the man, with the book neatly tucked underneath his arm.

I gotta have him!

“You don’t strike me as the type of guy to read books by Emily Brontë,” you initiate softly with a sweet angelic tone towards his direction, eyeing him with a precious smile while you fixate your gaze to him, externally scanning him. His radiant blue eyes reach you and in an instant something is unlocked in you.

He chuckles softly at your statement. “You’d be surprised by my various interests then.”

“Hehe, that’s alright. It’s cool that you read classics like that. I find that very cultured of you,” you say complimenting him while you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Why, thank you. It’s not every day a beautiful person such as yourself compliments me on my taste in books.” He smiles while he looks down at the floor, seemingly abashed by your charm.

“You’re welcome and thank you, too!!” You gratefully declare as you shyly avert your eyes away toward the book you’re looking for.

“Are you getting something too?”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to get to this book by Jane Austen, but I can't reach it.” You extend your arm and stand on your tiptoes to reach to the top shelf, but are unsuccessful. “I’m sorry for asking this, but could you please help me out?”

“Yes, of course! Which book is it?” He asks while looking at the shelf above him in search.

“It’s that brown leather-bound book with gold lettering embossed on it.” You inquire while you point your finger at it.

“I got you!” He extends his arm to the leather-bound book, takes it from the shelf, and hands it over to you as you take it from him.

“Thank you so much! Uhh, what’s your name?”

“Steve, I’m Steve Kemp.”

“Oh, wait… aren’t you a doctor?”

“Oh, so you heard of me? And yes, I’m a reconstructive surgeon.” He implies with a curious look in his eyes.

“Well yeah, I read a paper you wrote about the increasing trends in cosmetic surgery and its impact on the overall consciousness and self-image. It was quite interesting to read,” you answer him honestly as you tap on the cover of the book you’re holding in your hands.

“Oh, thank you. I’m so honored that my paper was read by you, a delightful soul amongst our own.” He places the palm of his hand on his chest in a lighthearted manner.

“I didn’t get your name, what can I call you?”

You tell him your name while you flatten the creases of your skirt with one hand.

“Such a beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He sticks his hand out for you to take and then proceeds to kiss the knuckles of your tender hand.

Steve was equally enamored by you, and he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for you. Your presence and attention is like a toxic drug for him that he couldn’t get enough of. The moment he set his eyes on you, he immediately knew that you’re perfect to him. This is rare, a very rare thought for a man like him who kidnaps women, kills them, consumes them, and sells their body parts to his customers. He knows it’s unfortunate that you’ve met him, despite his instant attraction and soft spot for you. He isn’t able to subdue his appetite and is desperate to know what you taste like. He promises himself that he’ll be careful with you. So, you don’t have to suffer mentally. It’ll be quick and painless. He can have it all with you, he’s sure of it.

“Do you live around here? Because I live on aisle 6, in the crime and thriller section. I just come to the classic book section and talk to random, very good-looking people that stand next to it.”

You chuckle in your head at his joke as you tilt your head sideways and contort your face a little, withholding a smile.

“That was terrible,�� he states out loud, self-loathing clearly eminent in his voice.

You think his awkwardly charming behavior was cute at first, but since you have a PhD in Psychology, you don’t trust someone and their intentions so quickly anymore. Therefore you hold your guard up. You need to find out who he actually is and what he’s like. The real Steve.

“Yeah, it was kind of terrible.”

“I’m so sorry.” He immediately said as he started to back off.

“It’s fine.” You reply, while you wave your hand dismissively.

“Have a good afternoon.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Just as he is about to walk away from you, he suddenly turns around as if he has changed his mind. “You know what? Fuck it, I’m already ruining this, so I’m just gonna keep going. Do you think I can have your number?”

“Oh, yeah sure!” You answer enthusiastically in a cheerful tone.

Yes!

You exchange your number with him as he does with you.

“And as a last token of my appreciation towards you, I want to gift you that book you’re holding,” Steve answers casually.

“What? No, Steve. You don’t need to do that!”

“But I want to,” he replies as he looks at the title of your book.

“Persuasion by Jane Austen, huh,” he pauses as his shimmering eyes look at you, intrigue and awe glimmering in his gaze as if you’re the only one for him. “Well, you certainly persuaded me.”

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thebluemage · 2 years

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I’m By Your Side

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warning | This is all fluff. Doctor/girlfriend!patient dynamic.

Summary | Steve takes care of you, while you’re sick.

Word Count | 2113

A/N | Thank you, nonnie for your ask!! It got me all soft and warm!! 🥺❤️ Beta’d by @christine-the-soprano-31, but all mistakes are my own. Banners made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d greatly appreciate it!! 💗

Masterlist

You usually didn’t mind the mornings. Steve let you sleep until whatever time your body needed, your alarm clock typically being the morning sunlight trickling in through the curtains.

This morning, however, you woke to find yourself drenched in sweat. Your skin felt like it was on fire, yet it felt impossible to stop shivering. With a groan, you peeled the damp covers off of your clammy skin and tried to sit up. Tried being the operative word. Your body felt too heavy and too sore to move. Mustering what little strength you could, you finally pulled yourself into a seated position. The moment you tried to get out of bed, you whimpered. You were too lightheaded and weak to even move. Having heard you whimper, Steve came running to the bedroom and was immediately at your side.

“Hey, hey. Get back in bed, sweetheart,” Steve murmured softly. His brows knitted in concern as he lowered your shivering frame back onto the bed.

“No, I’m fine Steve,” you insisted. A harsh cough racked your body, a stabbing feeling radiating through your chest. You blinked back tears as you tried to catch your breath.

“You don’t sound particularly fine, bunny. Just lay back and let me have a look at you,” he said, his tone laced with worry. He moved to grab his medical bag before returning to you.

He meticulously laid out each tool he needed: his stethoscope, his blood pressure cuff (or sphygmomanometer, as he’d taught you), thermometer, otoscope, and a tongue depressor, sterile and in still its packaging.

“Can you tell me how you’re feeling, right now?” he asked, his demeanor warm and clinical. He’d settled down beside you, expertly beginning to prop you up against the pillows. Ever the physician, he looked down at you with a curious gaze. Something about him surveying you this way always gave you butterflies, regardless of what state you were in.

“I feel tired, my limbs feel heavy, my body feels hot, my nose is stuffy, and I have a sore throat. And I feel weak,” you listed, your voice hoarse. You gave a tiny sniffle, trying futilely to clear the congestion in your nose.

“Do you feel any aches or pains?” he asked, gently pressing his palm to your forehead.

“Yes. Everywhere. My throat burns, too. But only when I swallow.”

He nodded as he took in the information. “Your forehead is very warm. Definitely a fever,” he observed. He gave a sympathetic pout and positioned the buds of his stethoscope in his ears. “I’ll have a peek at your throat in just a moment, Bunny. For now, I just need you to breathe normally for me.” Steve’s tone grew low and velvety, as it always did at that specific instruction. Breathe normally for me…

You closed your eyes and stayed perfectly still as he listened, the cool metal of the stethoscope soothing against your burning skin.

“Hmm, your heartbeat is a bit slower than usual,” he noted aloud. “Sit forward for me, sweetie.” Though before you could try to move yourself, he’d slipped a hand behind your back and gingerly pressed you forward. He caught your chest with his opposite hand, supporting you with ease. He pressed the diaphragm to your back. “Deep breath, baby girl,” he murmured, beginning to listen to your lungs.

“Lungs are congested,” he sighed. “And your breathing sounds labored.”

“Is that a concern?”

“Perhaps...” he answered. He quickly grabbed the sphygmomanometer and secured the cuff around your upper arm. He positioned his stethoscope before beginning to work the device. His expression grew even more concerned as he looked at the reading.

“90/60. That’s low, very low,” he stated as he took the cuff off of your arm. He looked at you, clearly worried.

“That’s why I feel lightheaded.”

Steve didn’t respond. Instead, he began feeling around your neck and jaw, looking for any swelling. He mumbled a few notes to himself before he picked up his otoscope and tenderly tucked your hair behind your ears. He started on your right ear, speaking softly to you, his warm, minty breath tickling your skin. Satisfied with the right side, he moved to repeat the process on the left. “Nothing alarming there,” he said as he pulled away. “No signs of infection.”

Next, he took the thermometer. “Open for me, sweetheart,” he instructed. You opened your mouth obediently, allowing him to place the thermometer under your tongue.

A few moments later, the thermometer beeped. Steve took it from your mouth, his eyes widening.

“A hundred degrees?! Oh, bunny. I’m going to clear my schedule for the next few days and give you my undivided attention.” He stroked your hair, his features twisted into a distressed expression.

“One more thing, baby,” he said, unwrapping the tongue depressor. “Can you open your mouth and say ‘ahh’ for me?”

You let out a strained ‘aah’ as he pressed on your tongue, shining his flashlight down your throat.

“That doesn’t sound or look good. I’m thinking it’s the flu. So you have to stay in bed, sweetheart. I’m going to check on you every hour or so to monitor your condition.” He sighed and began to put his equipment away.

“Is this for your research?” you asked innocently, watching him through tired eyes.

Steve looked at you, his expression softening. He cupped your cheeks. “No, darling. This has nothing to do with my research. I’m doing this because I genuinely care about your health and well being. You’re my perfect patient, my everything. My love.” He brushed his thumbs over your cheeks at that, his lips quirking up into a soft smile. “No one could ever take better care of you. It’s all gonna be okay. I’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere.” He held your face a moment longer before returning to his tools. Once they were put away, he returned to your side. His arms were secure as he held you, lovingly stroking your cheeks and hair.

You looked up at him through adoring eyes. He was right. Who could take better care of you than your doctor? “Thank you, Steve. Does this mean I get cuddles?”

“Yes,” he chuckled warmly. “Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?” He gave your nose a gentle boop. “You’re getting all the cuddles and attention I can give you.

“Tell you what,” he continued, “I really need my bunny to eat something. I’m going to make the best batch of soup I’ve ever made just for you. I’ll get you started with some nice, warm tea, too. And when I come back, you’ll eat your soup and I’ll cuddle you for as long as you’d like.”

Once he was sure you were comfortable, Steve went to make some tea. Knowing how much you hated taking medicine, he slipped whatever medication he saw fit into your tea.

As promised, he returned with your favorite mug. You mustered a barely audible, “Steve?” in your exhausted state.

“It’s me, my love. I made you some tea with honey in it. This should soothe that icky feeling in your throat,” he cooed. “Can you take a sip for me?”

“I feel so heavy,” you whimpered as you tried to sit up.

“I know, baby. I know. But I need you to take a sip for me. I let it cool a bit so you won’t burn yourself.” He helped you sit up a tiny bit and brought the cup to your lips. “Drink, my love,” he said with gentle authority.

You obeyed, taking a couple of sips and ignoring the medicinal flavor against your tastebuds. Your doctor did know best, after all.

He smiled. “Good girl,” he praised. “Such a good girl.” He set the tea on the nightstand. “I’ll be back soon. Rest, okay?” He ran a hand over your arm before retreating to the kitchen once more.

Much like his lab, Steve’s kitchen was a sacred place. To him, at least. You’d spent countless hours watching him expertly navigate both spaces in fearful awe. So sure of himself as he seemed to be holding the entire world at his fingertips. In those moments, Dr. Steven Kemp answered to no one. The world was at his mercy.

You drifted off to sleep, only to be woken up by Steve stroking your cheek. “Wake up, Princess. Time to eat,” he said, his voice a hypnotic lilt. You blinked your eyes open to find him smiling down at you. “Hello,” he chuckled. He sat beside you, helping you sit up. “There we go,” he cooed. “Just like I promised. Do you want me to feed you, baby girl?”

Your eyes slowly shifted to the tray, which held a steaming bowl of soup, your favorite crackers, and some fresh orange juice.

You nodded, a groan slipping from your throat as you rested your head against his shoulder. “feel terrible Steve,” you mumbled, though it came out as more of a whimper.

“I know, I know,” he assured you, as though he was speaking to a child. “But it’s important that you eat. I need to make sure my little patient is properly nourished. There are lots of veggies and proteins in your soup to keep you strong while you heal. I promised you the best batch of soup I’ve ever made, and that’s exactly what I’m giving you.”

You sighed, fully alert now. “You are the doctor, I guess,” you giggled softly. “I should follow your orders, shouldn’t I?”

He laughed and settled against the headboard. “Good girl. Now open up.” He took a spoonful of soup and brought it to your lips. He wrapped an arm around you as you took the first mouthful.

“I think I can feed myself,” you told him after your third bite. “Now that I’m not so out of it.”

Hesitantly, Steve handed you the spoon. “Okay. Take your time, though. If you need me, I’m here to feed you again.”

You thanked him quietly and picked up the spoon. The soup was the best he’d ever made you. Flavorful and soothing as it ran down your throat. You hummed happily. “This soup tastes amazing, Steve. You were right. It’s your best. Thank you.”

“I’m glad, you like it darling. I want my baby to make a quick recovery. Is there anything else you need?” he inquired while stroking your hair gently.

“Cuddles. Can we cuddle after I eat my food?”

“Yes, of course, dear. But I have to check your vitals first.”

“It’s not even an hour yet, Steve.”

“So? As your doctor, I have to make sure to give you the best treatment, and that involves recording your vitals as often as I see fit.” He tilted your chin up for you to look at him. Your mouth went dry, heart skipping a beat. You knew that look.

“But, don’t you want to cuddle me first? Please?” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy dog pout.

He looked at you, his stern expression unwavering. “Bunny, I know what you’re trying to do and it’s–” he began while looking deeply into your eyes. His firm expression soon broke and he sighed. “Working.” He shook his head, chuckling.

You giggled triumphantly and continued to eat your soup and sip your tea slowly, savoring each bite and sip until the bowl and mug were empty.

“Okay, I ate everything and I drank the tea entirely. Can we cuddle now?” you asked as you set the tray carefully on the side table.

“Sure. We can. Come here, sweetheart.”

You let yourself melt into his embrace, humming against his chest as you nuzzled deeper into him. You felt his hand stroke your hair tenderly, and could hear his heartbeat thumping steadily beneath your cheek. It instantly calmed you.

“Is this what we’re going to do all day?” you asked softly, curiously.

“Yes. Besides the checkups, I think so. Do you feel like doing anything else?”

“No, no. This is perfect.”

“Good. Because, I’m not going anywhere. I’m by your side, whenever you need me,” he said softly as he pressed long and light kisses to your forehead. He held you tightly.

“You should rest a little, I’ll wake you for vitals soon.”

“Okay. And Steve?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you, babe,” you said as you let your eyes close.

“Shhh, shhh… rest, my bunny,” he cooed, continuing to stroke your hair.

Feeling his arms around you made you feel safe, as if nothing could ever hurt you. Your body easily relaxed into his hold, while you gradually drifted off to sleep. You could never feel safer than you did right now. Here, in his arms. Your sanctuary. Your home.

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nowhere to run - steve kemp x reader

Plot: After Y/N sees something she wasn’t supposed to, Steve makes sure she knows there’s no way out. Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Warnings: 18+ PLEASE! Graphic descriptions of blood, gore, violence and body parts/corpses. Mentions of death/serial killers/murder, and cannibalism. Also mentions of nausea and vomiting. Basically, everything Steve does to people in Fresh is a warning. And of course, Steve Kemp, because he’s a warning all on his own. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: This is for @whumptober day 2, aptly named: Nowhere to Run. Also, this is loosely based on the song Veronica, Open the Door from the Heathers musical. Thanks again to @staticscreenwriting for my dividers!

Locking the bathroom door behind her, Y/N feels her stomach twisting as bile rises up her throat. Thankfully, she makes it to the toilet in time, and empties her stomach into it. Her hands grip the sides of the toilet, holding on so tightly her knuckles turn as white as the porcelain. Oh god. Oh god, what is she going to do?

A knock suddenly sounds at the door. “Y/N, are you alright?” Steve calls. When there’s no reply, he knocks once more. “Come on sweetheart, just let me in.” Y/N squeezes her eyes shut tight to try to shut out Steve’s voice. Her body shakes in fear, and silent tears stream down her cheeks as she tries desperately to hold in her cries and stay quiet.

“Just stay still and quiet. Just stay still and quiet. He can’t hurt you if you’re in here. Just. Stay. Quiet.” She repeats to herself, hoping it calms her down. Although she knows it’s impossible by this point. And to think things were so different only a few minutes ago. All Y/N had done was innocently go to grab a bottle of water from her boyfriend Steve’s fridge. However, little did she know she would find herself in a nightmarish situation. Actually, this is far worse than a nightmare. As she reached inside, her hand brushed against something soft and squishy. When she looked up, she was confronted with the sight of a human leg. At first, she was stunned into silence, and hoped that if she just shut her eyes and wished for long enough, the leg would disappear. Because after all, who expects to see a human leg in their boyfriend’s fridge? It was probably just her overactive imagination. Or at least, that’s what she hoped it was. However, when she opened her eyes again, to her horror, the leg was still there. Then, her eyes darted across the rest of the contents of the fridge. Horrifyingly, the leg wasn’t the only gory thing there. There was an arm with its hand attached. Another leg, presumably to match the one Y/N discovered. Other bags and containers with indiscernible things inside. But judging by the other contents of Steve’s fridge, she has an idea of what they are. And then, Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs and ran as fast and as far away as she could.

Now, here she is. Hiding in her boyfriend’s bathroom, terrified that she’s going to be his next victim. After all, it’s his fridge. He must’ve known there’s body parts in there, which means he put them there, too. And now, she’s a witness. God knows what he’ll do to her now. Just thinking about it is enough to make her stomach churn again, and another wave of nausea hits Y/N once more.

“Y/N. There’s no point pretending that you’re not in there. You can stop hiding now.” Steve calls through the door. His tone sounds as if he’s punishing a child for hiding from their parents, and not because someone found out that he had dismembered limbs in his fridge. “Darling. It’s okay. I promise.” Hi’s voice sounds again, his voice now softer and sweeter. In an instant, he’s back to the same kind and caring person she thought he was. She tries to ignore how it feels to hear Steve calling her darling, and how much she’d love to feel his lips on hers again.

“It’s just an act. He’s lying to you. He has been this whole time.” She tells herself. Staying strong, Y/N doesn’t respond to him, hoping he gets the hint soon and walks away. That plan works, until he says:

“It’s really not that big a deal, you know.”

“Steve! You have body parts in your fucking fridge! How is that not a big deal?!” she exclaims. “What the fuck?!” Steve sighs defeatedly.

“Well, I did tell you not to go into the fridge, but you disobeyed me. I mean, I hate to say I told you so, but it’s not my fault you looked, or that you didn’t like what you saw.” After hearing that, her anger grows. He’s seriously trying to blame her for this when he’s the one with body parts in his fridge.

“I wanted a bottle of fucking water Steve, how the hell is that my fault?! And what do you mean it’s my fault that I ‘didn’t like what I saw’? How else was I supposed to react? What do you want me to say? ‘Sorry I expected normal shit in your fridge and not a fucking leg’?” She shouts through the door. Steve tuts.

“Can you calm down, please? You’re really being quite hysterical.” Y/N’s mouth drops open, and she starts crying again. She never thought he was like this, so dangerous and callous. “Y/N. Calm down.” He repeats, which does little to quell her alarm.

“Steve, stay the fuck away from me.” She orders. “I’m not going anywhere with you ever again. You’re a fucking-”

“For god’s sake! Just shut up for five fucking minutes so I can explain!” He shouts suddenly, his soft persona completely gone. The change makes her yelp in fear, and the tears stop soon after. Steve sighs. “I was going to tell you eventually, you know....sort of.” He laughs. Y/N decides not to ask him what the ‘sort of’ means. She has a few guesses, though. “But if you must know, I sell people’s meat and personal effects on the black market. Specifically, women. It gets me a lot of money. You know, you really should be more grateful. I mean, how else do you think I could afford all your gifts and presents?”

Y/N glances down at her wrist and at the bracelet dangling from it. When she was presented with the Tiffany box on her last birthday, she was so surprised and grateful, slipping it on her wrist right away. All she wanted was to show both it and Steve off to everyone she ever knew, and show them all how lucky she was to finally find a good boyfriend who bought her expensive gifts like this. And now, she’s terrified to even be in the same room as him. She stares at the bracelet, watching as it glints in the light. How much pain and suffering had to happen for her to get this? Disgusted, she rips the bracelet off and throws it across the room, hearing it clatter against the floor.

“Steve.” She begins, taking a wary breath. “...Do you eat them, too?” She asks. She knows it’s a stupid question. Why else would he sell human body parts and have so many of them in his fridge? Steve laughs coldly.

“What do you think? Of course I do.” Fear courses through her veins at hearing his nonchalant attitude towards this. How could he be so calm about this? What happened to the sweet man she fell in love with? But then again, he probably never existed at all. It was just a ruse to draw her in, and she fell hook, line, and sinker for it. Her entire dating history with Steve, and everything she knew was just a lie. And now she’s about to be murdered.

“A...Are you going to eat me, too?” She asks.

“...Maybe.” He replies, and she lets out a whimper. “I was at first, but now I’ve spent more time with you and bought you gifts...I’m not so sure anymore. If you behave, I might keep you alive.” Her ears perk up at that. If she behaves? Maybe, she’s got a chance to get out of here.

“If I behave? What do you mean?”

“Well, first sweetheart, you have to open the door.” Her eyes glance to the doorknob, and she lifts her hand for a moment.

“Just do it.” A little voice sounds. “For freedom.” But then a question enters her mind, and she stops. “Are there women here, Steve? People you’re going to eat?” Steve huffs.

“Does it matter? Just open the door.”

“Just tell me the truth. Are there women here, Steve?” Even though she already knows what his answer is.

“Yes. They’re downstairs, actually. I have a special place for them.” She can just picture the look on his face as he says that. Her hand drops. “But I keep them safe and well fed. I don’t mistreat them. Unless they act up, that is.” Involuntarily, she rolls her eyes. Ah yes, at least he feeds them. Because that’s what she was so worried about, not the fact that he eats human flesh and is a fucking murderer. “If you’d like, you can meet some of them.”

“No thanks. I’d rather stay here.”

“You sure? I really think you should come and meet them. Depending how things go...you might be joining them.” Her blood runs cold. Her anger from before fades, replaced by more fear. She starts hyperventilating, and her body shakes again as more tears fall.

“Steve...” She whimpers. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear!” She begs through tears. In response, Steve just sighs.

“You know I can’t do that.” He knocks again. “Now. Come on. Open the door, please.” He orders. “You can still choose me, you know. We can talk this out and decide what will happen.” He tells her, his voice firmer. Something tells her that Steve will be the one deciding her fate, rather than her.

“No. I want nothing to do with this.”

“You sure? If you stay with me, I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You wouldn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to.” Steve encourages. “Think about it. No more money issues. Fancy cars, nice clothes, everything you’ve ever deserved.” Images flash through her mind as his words soak into her. Images of shopping sprees, of all her wishes coming true, and of her and Steve, together forever. “Just open the door, Y/N.” As if pulled by an imaginary force, Y/N’s hand lifts once more. But as it brushes against the doorknob, more images flash through her mind. Ones of blood, and violence…and all the body parts in Steve’s fridge. Violence that she’ll be complicit in if she joins him.

“No.” Her words come out mumbled at first, so Steve says,

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“No.” she repeats. “I’m not joining you, I-I’m not being complicit in this.” Steve is silent once more, and Y/N’s blood runs cold as she wonders what he’s going to say and do to her.

“Well, if you want to choose never seeing the sunlight again, then so be it.” He sighs. Y/N panics again. Oh god she was right. She’s going to die. The doorknob jiggles as Steve tries to open the door, and she silently praises herself for actually remembering to lock it. At least she won’t die right away. The praise is short-lived, however, as soon Steve slams his hand against the door in frustration, letting out an angry curse as he does so, the sound making her jump. “Fine. You want to stay in there? Be my fucking guest.” He hisses. “But you’ll need to come out soon, and I’ll be right here when you do. Either you come out willingly, or I’ll make you. Mark my words. There’s nowhere else to run, Y/N.” He warns. Pressing her ear to the door, she hears footsteps retreating.

After the footsteps stop, Y/N breathes out a sigh of relief before her legs give way, and she crumples to the floor, sobbing.

After a while, Y/N opens her eyes, squinting at the bright lights in the room. She must’ve fallen asleep. For a moment, she wonders where she is, hoping she’s at home and in her bed. However, as she wakes up more, groaning as she moves to sit up, she realises she’s still in Steve’s bathroom. The horrible situation and the fear dawns on her once again. She pulls herself up, her legs half asleep. She doesn’t even know what time it is. Her phone is still in the living room, and no doubt Steve’s already using it to tell her friends not to worry about her, and that she just needs to disappear for a while. Y/N glances around the room, trying to see if there’s a window or something she could sneak out of before Steve realises.

But unfortunately, there’s no window in the room, and nothing for her to use as a weapon either. “Fuck.” She hisses. For a moment, she almost laughs. Because of course, there’s no fucking window. Of course life couldn’t just let her have this one fucking thing, this one smidgen of hope. She’s probably going to die because there isn’t a window in this room. This definitely isn’t how she thought her death would go, or what her last thoughts would be. She leans against the wall, sighing. Her best hope is probably unlocking the door and trying to run, but no doubt Steve’s sitting outside the door to grab her as soon as she tries to leave, just as he promised.

Speaking of the devil, Steve’s voice soon returns to the door. “Yoo hoo! Y/N! Open up!” He calls. Her heart drops as the knocking resumes once more.

“Just go away Steve. Please just go away.” she begs silently, hoping that someone, somewhere in the universe hears her and puts an end to this. Even though deep down, she knows it’s already too late for her.

“Oh, you don’t wanna answer this time? Well, I told you. Either you come out yourself...or I have to drag you out. Guess you chose the second option.” To Y/N’s horror, the sound of the banging is replaced with an even louder banging. The door shakes and buckles as the banging echoes through the room. The sound reverberates through her entire body, and it scares the shit out of her. “I warned you Y/N!” Steve calls. “It’s nobody’s fault but your own!” Y/N gasps. He’s trying to break the door down with what sounds like a fucking baseball bat. And by the sound of it, he’s getting close. Hurriedly, she backs away from the door, moving away just in time before part of the door smashes into pieces, causing her to scream. Steve’s head pokes through the gap, and he grins when he sees her. “There you are.”

“Steve, w-wait please...” she begs, but he shakes his head. His arm reaches through the gap, and he unlocks the door, stepping inside.

“Now...let me introduce you to the others.”

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into this world, we’re thrown - steve kemp

Plot: Hitchhiking to find her way home, Y/N soon gets picked up by Steve Kemp...and gets thrown into a whole new nightmare. Warnings: 18+ Only Please. This is another dark fic! Mentions of death, kidnapping, drink spiking, kissing without consent, violence, cannibalism...basically everything Steve does to people in Fresh is a warning. Also a few mentions of smut too. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: So, my dad has been on a bit of The Doors kick recently, so Riders on the Storm has been on repeat in my house, and I decided to write something for Steve based on it, especially since part of the song references a killer hitchhiker. I just flipped the script a little. You can listen to the song here. Also, I haven’t written for Steve in ages, so that was a bonus. This is told in a dual POV.

Also, thank you to @navybrat817 for your help, and as always thanks to @staticscreenwriting for my dividers.

“This is such bullshit.” Y/N huffs, huddling under the bus stop, pulling her jacket around herself to keep warm as the wind howls and the rain pours. “Stupid fucking bus.” She hisses. This is the last time she trusts public transport to show up. Deep down, she knows it’s probably her own fault for trying to make her way home from practically the middle of nowhere during a storm, but when the only other alternative is going back to her parents’ house, the same one she’s just been clearing out after the death of her mother…Y/N hopes she could be forgiven for not wanting to spend another minute in that cold, empty house. So, here she is. Stranded in the cold and rain. With another sigh, Y/N holds her thumb out, hoping that a passing motorist takes enough pity on her to give her a ride. As more and more cars drive past her, the rain continues to pour, soaking her through.

Yet, just as she’s considering spending the night at the bus stop, a car pulls up alongside her. Thank fuck, she’s saved, after all. Almost immediately, she can tell the occupant has serious money. This car is worth more than her entire rent. A window rolls down, and a man sticks his head out, flipping on his interior light.

“Need a ride somewhere?” Of course, Y/N’s parents made sure that she knows better than to get into the same car as a stranger, especially in the middle of the night. But it’s also the middle of nowhere and she’s soaked, so the only other option is walking through this storm. And besides, Y/N rarely listened to her parents much when they were alive, so why start now? Still, the familiar pit of unease in her stomach causes her to look closer, studying the man. Just in case. Her eyes glance over his face, at the pronounced cheekbones and sharp jawline. Then she looks up, at the icy blue eyes that look warm and welcoming, and the smile to match. At least this guy is really fucking handsome. And he seems nice too.

“Yes, please.” She sighs with relief, opening the passenger side door and getting in.

“Need help with your bags?” The man asks.

“No thanks. It’s, um, just these two. I’ll manage.” It’s strangely melancholic in a way. Everything she owns can be stuffed into a suitcase and a backpack. Barely enough for her to make an impact.

Steve studies the woman as she gets in and sits beside him. “She’s cute. Really cute, actually. She and her meat will do nicely. After I’ve had a little fun with her, of course.” His gaze flickers to the two bags she has. “I wonder what she has in there. What can I sell?” His eyes move upward, focusing on the woman. She’s cute, albeit drenched. He can even see the vague outline of a bra through her t-shirt. “No doubt she has a nice underwear collection. Bet that bra and its matching panties would look nice on my bedroom floor, just after I’ve put my-”

“Thanks for the ride. This weather is a nightmare.” The woman smiles, cutting through his thoughts. Steve nods in return. He didn’t set out to find anyone like this. This isn’t his MO, picking up random women off of the side of the road. He plays the long game and keeps things a little more polished. But then again, Steve has always been one for trying new things, especially when they’re morally questionable. And besides, if this works out, maybe he’ll try it some more in the future. After all, how many people would’ve seen them together? Who has seen her face enough to remember her?

“That’s okay. I couldn’t bear to see you standing there, getting drenched and catching a cold. You just get comfortable.” The engine starts again, and the car sets off. The man adjusts some knobs, and soon Y/N feels a blast of the car’s heating. She sighs happily, already feeling better and more comfortable. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Well, thanks again, Steve. I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N. That’s a nice name. They’ll like that.”

“Steve. That’s a nice name. It fits him, in a way.”

“Well, Y/N. Is there somewhere I can take you, or someone I can call for you? Your parents, or a friend, maybe?” Steve asks. “Please say no.”

“Not really. I’ve just been sorting out stuff from my parent’s house after my mom died. Hence these.” She gestures to the two bags at her feet. “I was hoping to make it back to the city tonight, but the storm means there’s no public transport. That’s why I was standing by the road, because I was hoping to at least find a ride to a nearby hotel for the night. As you can see, it wasn’t going well.” Y/N laughs awkwardly. Obviously, explaining her whole sorry story to a stranger isn’t the smartest idea, but she already feels comfortable and more at ease around Steve. She looks back over at him, watching as he drives. A small smile grows on her face. “God, he’s even more gorgeous up close. And besides, what harm could someone like him do?”

“So there’s nobody to miss her. Perfect. I really should do this more often.” Steve sighs, feigning empathy. “I’m sorry to hear that. Don’t worry about the hotel. I can take you home.” Y/N gasps.

“Steve, you don’t have to. I can’t ask you to go all that way for me.” She argues, despite Steve’s protests. “Though, a ride home would be nice. God, this man is charming.”

“No, don’t be silly. I live just outside the city. It’s really no trouble at all.” He insists with a grin. “Trust me. The pleasure is all mine.”

As the drive continues, Steve and Y/N chat away happily to each other. Y/N is happy that she actually seems to find a connection with her handsome driver, whilst Steve is happy he’s working his way in with her. If it’s this easy to pick up women, maybe he will try doing this more often. As he laughs at another of Y/N’s jokes, still playing the part of the charming, approachable doctor he knows so well and that people trust, all Steve can think of is the things he’s going to do to her. Of course, he’s already formed a plan to get her into a cell with no issue.

He just needs to find the right time to strike.

Meanwhile, completely oblivious to the level of danger she’s in, Y/N continues to think about how much she wants to see Steve again after this. Little does she know that she’ll soon be seeing him much more often than she expected. A while later, as Y/N watches the world go by out of the window, she yawns. “You alright?” Steve chuckles.

“Sorry, it’s been a long day. I just need my bed, I think.”

“Well, I need to stop and get some gas in a few minutes, so if you want, I can grab you a coffee or some tea?” Steve offers. “That might help keep you awake.”

“Would you? Thanks, Steve, that’s really nice of you.” She smiles. After refuelling the car, Steve buys two cups of coffee. Checking Y/N’s back is still turned, Steve opens the lid to her cup, mixing in a small sachet of white powder. The same powder he uses on all his other victims, and that he’s sure will work just as well this time.

“Here you go.” Almost immediately, Y/N takes a swig, and Steve grins. This is going better than he thought.

“Oh, that’s good. It’s a little bitter, though.” She murmurs. “Must just be the shitty convenience store brand they use.” Yet, she keeps drinking it. After a while, her mind begins to fog. Even after drinking the coffee, she feels worse. “God…why am I so tired?” She mumbles.

“Don’t you worry about that. Come on, tell me something else about you.” Steve urges, his voice a little more than a whisper. Y/N shakes her head.

“I can’t. I need to…need to-” But her eyes are already closing. Without another word, Y/N falls silent, her body slumping back against the seat. Steve watches her, a sick smile on his face.

“Jackpot.”

Sometime later, Y/N begins to wake up, moaning softly. Steve watches from only a few feet away, ready and waiting to tell her the truth. Just like he does to every other woman who finds themselves in his dungeon. After so long, he even looks forward to it. Seeing the hope leaving their eyes and fear taking its place never gets old, and never stops making him horny.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” He calls as Y/N wakes up, sitting up. “You fell asleep in my car, so I brought you into my house.” Groaning, Y/N tries to get up, her head pounding. When she moves her hands, the sound of chains clinking stops her. Frowning, for a moment she believes she’s still dreaming, or imagining things. Because why else would there be that noise? She looks behind her, seeing her wrists bound to the wall.

“What’s going on?” She murmurs, looking back at Steve, who’s still staring at her.

“I’m going to tell you, but you’re gonna freak out.” He smirks, watching the perplexed look on Y/N’s face.

“Steve, let me go, please.” She orders. When he doesn’t reply, she asks again. Still no reply. Almost immediately, Y/N comes awake, and she swears her heart stops. This is real. Steve kidnapped her. She’s going to die. Her panic increasing, Y/N begins to cry and hyperventilate. “Steve!” She shouts. “Please let me go! I don’t wanna die.” She sobs. Getting up, Steve comes and kneels in front of her, gently cupping her face.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you. Well…not right away, anyway.” He soothes. “I’m just going to sell your meat. That’s not so bad, is it?” He explains, acting as if cannibalism is the most normal thing in the world. Y/N’s stomach churns. She shakes her head, trying to get out of Steve’s grasp. She looks towards the door, hoping that if she pulls with all her might, she might make it out of her restraints and get out of here. “There’s no point in that, Y/N. You’re stuck here.” Steve grins. The first time she met Steve, the sight of his smile made Y/N feel reassured. Now, though, it terrifies her. Although, it’s a testament to how easy it is to be pulled in by a smile, unaware of how much danger hides behind it. Steve studies her, a grin on his face. “You know, there’s something different about you Y/N, something that my other girls don’t have.” Y/N’s mouth drops open.

“Other girls? Oh god. How long has he been doing this? He’s a fucking serial killer and a cannibal. I’m never making it out of here. Why didn’t I listen to my parents?”

“You’re the first girl who I picked up and brought here in one night. Everyone else needed a bit more convincing and manipulating, but you….you were so easy. You trusted me right away. I really pitch up hitchhikers more often.” He pulls her face towards him, pecking her cheek. In response, and in the only way to fight back she can think of, Y/N spits in his face.

“Fuck you.” She hisses. Immediately, Steve’s facial expression shifts to one of pure rage.

“You really shouldn’t have done that, Y/N.” Before she can respond, Steve strikes her hard against the face. She lets out a cry of pain, and Steve huffs. “Because I like you, you can consider that as a warning. But I don’t tolerate any acting up, so next time, I won’t be so forgiving.” He hisses, harshly shoving her back so her body falls to the floor. “Now, I’m going to let you get comfortable.” For a moment, it’s as if he’s back to the same Steve she thought he was when he picked her up on that rainy night. Now, though, she knows that it’s just an act. “I’ll make you some food, too. You know, all things considered, it’s really not so bad, is it?” Y/N doesn’t reply, and Steve sighs. “Come on, just give me a smile. Just one.” Even though the last thing Y/N wants to do is smile, she also doesn’t want to piss Steve off even more, so she forces a small smile.

“Good girl.” Steve grins before he shuts the door to her cell. And with that, Y/N is alone, thrust into this new, dangerous world. Only one thought is in her mind.

“I’m going to make this bastard pay.”

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all to myself - steve kemp

Plot: Steve notices Y/N’s tattoos. Warnings: 18+ Only Please! Firstly, Steve Kemp, because he is a warning all on his own. Also, knives and cannibalism. Basically, everything Steve does to people in Fresh is a warning. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: I realised how much fluff I’ve written recently, and how I haven’t written for Steve in a while, so here's a little idea I came up with. Also, I have tattoos so it’s kinda self gratification, lmao.

Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own. Thank you to @thesundrop / @astartothemoon for my divider!

“Wake up Y/N!” Steve calls as he walks into her cell. She’s curled into the corner, her back facing him. Steve sighs. “When will you stop being so difficult?” He sighs, coming closer. “This is good for you.” It’s only then that Steve notices something. Y/N’s sleeves are rolled up, and she has tattoos covering her arms, all varying sizes and designs. Immediately, he huffs. How did he not notice this already, after so long it took to charm her?

“I didn’t know you have tattoos.” He tuts. “That’s going to be a problem.” Y/N frowns as Steve continues. “Is there any more?”

“Well-”

“Is there any more?” He repeats, almost hissing his words.

“There’s some on my legs.” Y/N answers, her gaze flickering down from him as she looks at the ground.

“You should have told me before. They make you too noticeable, too identifiable. I can’t sell you in this condition, can I?” He huffs disappointedly. “What’ll I do if someone sees them and connects you back to me? I can’t have that Y/N. You’d spoil everything.” He bends down. Despite his irritation, the sight of her, so afraid, makes him grin. He loves it when they’re scared, with their eyes so wide, like deer in the headlights. Running from a hunter like him. Steve runs a finger along her jawline, continuing despite Y/N’s attempts to squirm away.

“So…you’re going to let me go, then?” She asks warily. “S-Since I won’t be useful? I won’t say anything, I swear!” Steve laughs. A cruel, mocking laugh that sends shivers down her spine. Just like she did the first time she woke up in his prison, her wrists and legs shackled together. And when she was told the full scale of his depravity, and of the plans he had for her, just like the others. The sweet, funny man she fell in love with was gone for good. Or maybe he never existed at all. Steve stares down at her, his blue eyes fixated on every inch of her tattooed skin.

“Oh no, sweetheart, I never said that.” He grins. He holds up his free hand, and something silver glints in the light. A knife. Y/N’s eyes widen, and she hurriedly tries to back away from him once more. Steve grabs her arm, squeezing tightly, and Y/N cries out in pain. “What’s the matter? I thought that since you have so many tattoos, you must like pain, hm?” He watches as she sobs, begging for him to let go, smirking the whole time. Almost as if he’s getting off on seeing her suffer. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. I won’t sell you.” He leans in close, pressing the knife’s blade against her cheek. “I’ll just have to keep you for myself.”

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normal - steve kemp x reader: chapter six: keep your friends close...

“Winter in your soul (frozen in your winter always) You got no love in your bones (closing in your winter always) Trying to find some heart from you is like Draining blood from stones” - winter by PVRIS

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Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader….and also Nick Fowler x Female!Reader Chapter Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY PLEASE. This chapter has mentions of violence, emotional abuse, blood, restraints, serial killers/murder, cannibalism...basically everything Steve does to people in Fresh is a warning this chapter. Also, Steve Kemp and Nick Fowler being their unhinged and possessive selves towards the poor reader. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: Here we go! If you thought last chapter was where it all kicked off with Steve and Nick meeting, then you’re wrong. THIS is where it all kicks off. Also this one is about 8k, so you’re getting a longer chapter like last time ;)

Once again, not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

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Later that night, Y/N stands alone in her bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror…and also staring at the large, purple marks covering her neck. Y/N drifts her hands up towards her neck, her fingers gently tracing the outline of each one. She turns her head and her neck for a while, trying to find a part of her skin that isn’t covered in them. There are more of them than she expected there to be. Despite her attempts to scrub them off and cover them with makeup, they’re still there. They’re so…big, so bold, and they just won’t go away. Y/N scoffs. She’s spent so long wanting someone to love her and to have someone to call her own. Yet the first time she has it, she’s ashamed, and wants to hide every trace of him.

It’s just that the love bites are so noticeable. As she looks at them more and more, Y/N begins to realise that this isn’t what she wanted. She doesn’t hate Nick or anything. Quite the opposite. Nick is great…sort of. He’s gorgeous, firstly. They both have great sexual chemistry together (she has the marks to prove it, after all). And Nick is kind enough to her. When he’s having a good day, anyway. But Y/N knows he can switch to cold and unwelcoming in the blink of an eye. She’s been witness to it a few times already. Of course, given that her career is working with murderers and other criminals, Y/N knows that Nick hiding his feelings and letting some anger slip out from time to time isn’t that bad in the grand scheme of things. However, it still unsettles her every time she sees it. She knows most of her worry is because of her job, since once you witness the full scale of human depravity, you start thinking that everyone is evil, and that some people simply know how to hide it better. And after meeting Steve, Y/N knows that fear is not too hard to believe.

Yet with Nick, it’s different. Of course, Y/N has her usual worries about him, but she swears there’s something else there, some secret that Nick’s keeping from her. And that thought drives her crazy. Not to mention that Steve seems to hate Nick, too. Again, Y/N knows there’s a rational explanation for that: Steve is possessive, and he’s mad that Y/N is being taken away from him. But despite how much she convinces herself that everything is fine and that she and Nick will work out in the end, Y/N still swears there’s something else to it. And a part of her brain is telling her that if Steve hates Nick, then there must be more to him than what he’s showing her.

Oh god, Steve. As soon as she remembers him, their argument floods back to her. Even though she knows it never left her brain. And deep down, she knows Steve’s right. There is something about Nick that she doesn’t trust either. Steve’s hurt and angry face reappears in Y/N’s mind, and she sniffles. No. She’s already cried enough over Steve tonight. She can’t cry anymore. Even though she has ruined her relationship with Steve again, this time probably beyond repair. At least, it will be if she stays with Nick.

“Hey.” Nick murmurs. Speak of the devil. Nick comes up behind her, making her jump a little. He wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles into her neck. Y/N moves her neck reflexively, not wanting him to touch or mark her anymore. “You alright? I’m missing you in bed.” Nick asks, gently pressing a kiss to her jawline. Y/N shudders. Nick chuckles, thinking he’s doing the right things to her. Meanwhile, Y/N is starting to hate the feeling of Nick's skin against hers. Although Y/N hasn’t had many romantic partners in her life, she knows that this isn’t right. You can’t say you’re in love with someone even though you hate feeling them kissing you and touching you.

“Nick?” she asks, her voice little more than a soft whisper.

“Hm?”

“Do you….” She trails off, knowing the question is stupid before she even asks it. Because who asks those kinds of questions? Who asks their boyfriend if they love them? She and Nick haven’t made it official or anything, but with the time they’ve spent together, and the things they’ve done, it’s pretty obvious they are together. “Do you love me?” She asks. Almost immediately, Nick laughs. Y/N’s face falls.

“What sort of question is that?” He asks. She expects him to stop laughing and answer the question, but to her surprise, Nick keeps going, and doesn’t even say anything in response. Her heart sinks. He can’t even say the fucking words. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He tells her, gently taking her hand. Although Y/N can feel the crushing realisation that Nick doesn’t love her beginning to sink in, she does as he asks, following him to her bedroom and getting into bed with him. Soon, Nick falls asleep, and as he snores, Y/N looks over at him. The same thought comes to her again:

“Is this it?” Y/N sighs sadly. Like she said, Nick was supposed to be her ideal man. So why isn’t she happy? Of course, she still has those worries about Nick and his intentions, but he’s definitely not the worst choice she could have in a man, especially considering the alternative is Steve Kemp. Because Nick is the good choice. Sure, he may not be all he seems, but he’s respectable. He’s an agent in the CIA who saves the world whilst Steve sets out to destroy it all. Nick is the one she can bring home to meet her parents without fears of repercussions. All things considered, Nick’s the one she should choose. And yet, she doesn’t want him. She has some feelings for him, and she’s still willing to try and make things work. But, if anyone was to ask her right now if, after disregarding her worries about his temper and how much Steve hates him, she’s 100% happy with Nick, then she’d say no. She’s not happy.

Saying those words feels freeing, and Y/N takes a breath, rolling onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. So now what?

A few days later, Y/N walks back into the office. As she makes her way around the building, she can see people looking at her and still murmuring under their breaths. Although a part of her still wonders what the hell they’re saying about her, Y/N doesn’t care at this point. She just wants to see Nick. The pair may be going through a strange patch at the moment, (well, she is anyway), but they’re still working together on this case, so Y/N knows she has to put all the confusing feelings she’s having about Nick aside, and work together with him. Aside from that, Y/N soon realises that she has another problem developing: she can’t find Nick anywhere. As she looks around the building for him, Y/N becomes increasingly frustrated the longer she tries to find him. After a while, she wonders if Nick has fucked off somewhere, and left her with all the work to do.

Groaning, Y/N glances over at two of her coworkers sitting together, both crowded around a computer. Given the way people here talk about her, the last thing Y/N wants to do is to talk to them. Especially not about Nick. However, if asking them if they’ve seen Nick is what she has to do, then so be it. She takes a deep breath to brace herself and walks up to them both. Sometimes, Y/N wonders why she has such better luck talking to people like Steve than with actual human beings. But given the way they both glare at her when she approaches them, Y/N realises that maybe spending time with Steve Kemp isn’t too bad after all. “Hey, have either of you seen Nick? I need to ask him something.” The men look at each other, and one laughs. The sound of his laugh is making Y/N wish that she never asked them at all. However, right now, she’s focused on finding out where Nick is, so she tries her best to ignore it.

“Well, he’s probably in there with the boss and the chief.” One of them informs her, pointing to a door. “After all, they organised a case meeting for this afternoon.” Y/N’s brows furrow together in confusion.

“There’s a case meeting today? Since when? Nobody told me.” The men snigger, and Y/N frowns.

“Oh, didn’t they?” One of them asks, a sick grin on his face. “That means that lover boy didn’t tell you, did he?” He continues. Noticing the confusion on Y/N’s face, he chuckles. “The boss is taking you off the case, sweetheart.” Y/N gasps. Her stomach sinks, and all the apprehensive thoughts that she had about Nick and his intentions come flooding back to her, despite her attempts to ignore them. He wouldn’t do this to her. He can’t. Still, she knows there’s every possibility that the men are joking. And with everything in her, Y/N hopes they are joking.

“Yeah, sure. Good joke.” She shakes her head, scoffing. “I know that you’re lying. He can’t be. He trusts me to do this job.”

“Now, now. Don’t lie to her like that, that’s not nice.” The other man replies, and Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. Oh, thank god. They’re just trying to get a rise out of her. She looks over, ready to thank the man who stood up for her…and her face drops when she realises that he’s smirking too. “Especially when the truth is so much worse.”

“W-What are you talking about?” She stammers, her mind already racing with possibilities, and she can feel her heart rate rising in fear. The man turns back to his friend, not even looking at her.

“After all, wasn’t her boyfriend, Agent Nick Fowler, the one who personally asked for her to be taken off the case?” The man nods. Y/N gasps. She feels her stomach churn and her chest aches.

“N-No. You’re lying. He wouldn’t.” She stammers, shaking her head and trying to ignore the tears rapidly building in her eyes. They have to be lying. They must be. After all, they’ve always had it in for her, and it’s definitely possible that they would make up some kind of cruel joke to torment her. And besides, Nick knows how much she puts into this case and how much she lives and breathes it. He wouldn’t. He can’t. Y/N keeps repeating those words to calm down and reassure herself…although the little voices of doubt and insecurity are rearing their ugly heads once more.

And this time, they’re louder than ever.

“Ask him yourself. He’s in there with the boss.” The men grin, pointing down the hallway. Y/N gives them a small nod, too afraid to open her mouth in case she starts crying. Walking down the hallway to talk to Nick, Y/N feels the same fear she did when she first met Steve. But this time, she feels much worse. Oh god, Steve. If she’s taken off the case, she’ll never see Steve again. And that realisation hurts more than anything else. Reaching the door, Y/N knocks once, waiting for the signal to enter. Her stomach feels like it’s in knots, and she knows she’s dangerously close to bursting into tears.

“Come in.” A voice calls, and Y/N takes a deep breath. Once she opens this door, her life will never be the same. Stepping into the room, Y/N’s boss, Nick and the Police Chief’s eyes all turn to face her. Although she’s in a room with her colleagues and her boyfriend, Y/N has never felt as isolated as she does at that moment. “Ah, Y/N. Can we help you?” Her boss asks.

“I’m sorry for the interruption sir, it’s just that nobody told me there was a meeting on, so I was wondering if my invite was missed.” She chuckles awkwardly. Nobody laughs. Y/N steps forward, reaching out to pull out a chair.

“No, that won’t be necessary Y/N.” Her boss tells her. “Did you not get the recent case update? I told Nick to give it to you himself.” Y/N’s stomach twists even more, and she glances over at Nick. The smirk on his face tells Y/N everything she needs to know. Her coworkers were right. He’s the one that did this. Her boss opens his mouth to continue, but Y/N knows what he’s going to say before he even says it. “I’m sorry, but we mutually decided that we no longer require your help in this case. We’re also going to speak to the prison, and your relationship with Steve Kemp will stop as of today.” Those words make her feel a pang in her chest. One that aches more than anything. Y/N looks back over at Nick. He’s still smirking at her. Mutual decision, her ass. Y/N nods and tries not to let out a cry. “It’s not that your help and intel hasn’t been incredibly useful to us, because it has, it’s just….”

“We don’t need you anymore.” Nick finishes for him. And Y/N knows he doesn’t just mean on the case. Those words feel like a complete punch to her gut. Even though she realised she wasn’t happy with Nick, she still had some kind of love in her heart for him. And he’s just destroyed every last shred of it.

“Well, I understand that, sir, but I could still help you all.” Y/N begins, trying to string together a sentence, and trying to sound like this whole scenario isn’t tearing her apart. “I mean, my work with Steve has been so beneficial! And I’ve invested so much into this case! Perhaps, I could-”

“No Y/N, it’s okay. Thank you though! At least you can go home, and put this whole thing out of your mind.” Her boss grins, and Y/N nods, letting out a bitter laugh. God, if only he knew. Turning away, Y/N reaches for the door handle.

“I’m so sorry about that interruption sir, it must’ve slipped her mind. I’ll talk to her.” Nick sighs, making Y/N stop. She lets out a silent sob. He’s trying to act like it’s her fault, and that he’s the decent one in this scenario.

For a moment, Y/N considers turning back around and smacking Nick right in his smug fucking face, but she knows that won’t end well. So, trying her best to muffle her sobs, Y/N leaves the room and speed walks back down the hallway and to the exit, desperately trying to ignore her coworkers’ comments and laughter from all around her. “Well, I’m glad to be your friend.” Nick’s words echo in her mind, and Y/N sniffles. Ever since he came here, Nick has always made Y/N think he cared about her, and that he would defend her against her coworkers. But in fact, she couldn’t have been more wrong. Because Nick has betrayed her in the worst way, and given more fuel to make her coworkers taunt her even more. And he’s done it all with a big smirk on his face. Y/N’s not sure if he even cared about her at all.

As she walks, tears spill over, and a part of her just wants to run into the bathroom and cry. Yet, despite how appealing that idea sounds, especially considering how much pain she’s in, Y/N knows she can’t do that. She can’t let everyone see how much this is affecting her. She can’t let Nick win.

Finally, Y/N reaches her car and gets inside. Before she can even close the door, Y/N starts sobbing. She leans down, leaning her forehead on her steering wheel to shield her tears from passersby, or from anyone who snuck out to see her cry. Even though she knows it’s obvious what she’s doing, and that her coworkers know it too, by this point she wouldn’t put something like that past her coworkers. For what feels like hours, Y/N sits in her car, sobbing. As she cries, she takes deep breaths, her mind racing as it tries to understand why Nick would do this to her. Stupidly, a part of her still hopes Nick is somehow pretending, and that there’s a reason why he would treat her so cruelly. Maybe she’ll see him tonight, he’ll kiss her, explain everything, and then she’ll understand. Y/N knows it’s not possible, but to her, hoping that this foolish dream is real is much better than the truth.

Because the realisation that she has ruined her relationship with Steve, the one person who actually seems to give a damn about her and mean it, for someone who’s betrayed her and crushed her heart makes Y/N feel even worse, something that she never thought was possible. Nick used to be the safe choice, the one who would save her from Steve and treat her well. How wrong she was. She scoffs. Maybe she was worried about the wrong monster after all. At least Steve doesn’t pretend to be something he’s not. He’s always been open about how evil he is.

Y/N gasps as another realisation hits. Steve. She’s off the case, so she’s never going to see him again. It’s not like she can still visit him every week. After a while, people will start to get suspicious. But she can’t just let him go. They both have such a strong connection, and it’s clear that they care deeply for each other. Too deeply, some would say. However, Y/N doesn’t even care about their opinions anymore, because they don’t give a shit about her. The only one who cares about her is Steve. Her mind goes back to the last time she saw Steve. He seemed so heartbroken, like he never wanted to see her again.

And now she won’t even get to say goodbye. And it’s all her fault. But suddenly, a sense of injustice takes over her. No. She won’t let it end like this, with her heart broken, and the one person who can mend it not speaking to her anymore. Even if she’ll never see him again, Steve Kemp is the only one who makes her happy. And she will not go without saying goodbye.

Taking a breath and wiping her eyes, Y/N begins the drive towards the prison.

Y/N stands in Steve’s cell, waiting for him to come back. As she tries to think about how to break the news that this is her last visit, Y/N looks around the cell. Before, she used to treat coming here like it was her worst nightmare, and like she was being led to her execution. All she could think about was when she could leave. But now, leaving it forever is the last thing she wants to do. Her back is to the door when she hears a familiar voice, the voice that’s both haunted her dreams and yet still been a comfort to her speak:

“Y/N, you really need to pick better times to come see me. I was in the middle of television time! Besides, I told you-” Steve complains, and although she’s close to tears, Y/N chuckles. God, it’s going to be awful saying goodbye to him. She turns around, and Steve stops his rant the moment he sees her tear-filled eyes. Immediately his face softens, and he becomes concerned, quickly moving over to check on her. “Y/N? What’s happened? What’s the matter?” He asks, his voice soothing. Y/N sniffles.

“I’m not sure if you’ve been told this, but I wanted you to hear it from me.” She replies. Steve raises a brow, noticing the pain in her voice. “I’m being taken off the case, Steve. As of today, our meetings and relationship are officially over.” Steve blinks at her in silence for a moment as her words sink in, and Y/N waits for his reaction. In all honesty, she doesn’t know what she expects, or what she wants him to say. Steve’s body tenses, and his fists clench.

“Who did this to you?” He demands, his voice low and threatening. “Was it Nick Fowler?”

“What? Steve, why does that matter-” Y/N begins, but Steve cuts her off.

“Y/N, answer the question. You and I both know that hiding the truth from me is pointless. I’ll find out. I know you.” Y/N feels her cheeks heating up at that comment. Yeah, that’s true. “Now. Tell me the truth. Was it Nick who took you off the case?” He repeats. Y/N stays silent. Nick may be a total asshole, but she also doesn’t want to put him on Steve Kemp’s bad side. Steve scoffs. “Oh please, it’s not like I’m going to kill him or anything, is it?” Sighing, Y/N nods. After all, he has a point. And what’s the worst that could happen by telling Steve?

“...Yes Steve. Nick was the one who took me off the case.” She admits. Once the words leave her mouth, Y/N starts crying again. “I’m sorry Steve….” She whimpers. Steve steps forward, closing the gap between them. He’s so close that they could touch each other. Y/N can feel her heart rate rising, and she lets out a breath. She used to be terrified when Steve came this close to her. Now, however…it excites her. Y/N looks up, her eyes blurry with tears. “It’s all my fault.” She sobs. “I should have listened to you, and I should never have trusted Nick Fowler.”

“Shh, shh….” Steve whispers reassuringly. “It’s alright. You just didn't know what sort of person he is.”

“I know. It’s just-” Y/N cuts herself off with a sniffle. “I work with so many monsters, and I couldn’t even spot one under my nose.” Steve chuckles slightly.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing. A lot of us look normal.” Despite the tears rolling down her cheeks at that point, Y/N laughs at his comment. Steve frowns.

“That’s one of the first things I thought about you, actually.” She admits, a small smile on her lips. Steve chuckles. “Well. At least I know I was wrong now, and never to trust someone like that again.” She sighs, sniffling. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N notices Steve raising his hands, lifting them towards her face, as if he’s about to wipe her tears away. However, he stops once he reaches his chest, as if remembering that they handcuffed his wrists. So, he drops them back down. Without even thinking, Y/N reaches out her hands, her fingers brushing against Steve’s, which causes them both to gasp. This isn’t the first time Y/N and Steve have brushed hands with each other. But this time, it’s different. This is the first time either of them has done it willingly, and the other person has wanted it to continue.

For a moment, Y/N almost takes Steve’s hands and pulls his hands towards her face, or around her waist. To be honest, she doesn’t care where they go. She just wants Steve to comfort her. She just wants Steve Kemp. Because the truth is that she was never happy with Nick because he’s not Steve Kemp. Steve is the one she wants. He’s the one she’s always wanted. And well, that’s all she’s wanted since she met him.

But then, Y/N remembers where she is, and the sort of person Steve is. And although she’d love nothing more than for Steve to touch her, she knows that despite how much she wants it, it’s the wrong thing to want. So, she drops Steve’s hands without another word; her face burning in shame.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I just-” She begins, her words coming out fast and in a big jumble. Steve cuts her off.

“It’s alright.” He whispers. “I liked it.” Y/N gasps. Both she and Steve both stand together in silence for a few minutes more. To them, though, it feels like an eternity. The chemistry between them is palpable, and Y/N feels like her body is on fire. Her eyes trace down Steve’s face, coming to rest on his lips. Y/N’s can feel her heart rate rise even more. Soon, it’ll feel like it’s about to burst out of her chest. But this time, it’s not out of fear. It’s out of excitement, and a desire to kiss Steve. If this was a rom-com, this would be the part where the two leads kiss, cute music plays and there are fireworks in the background. This isn’t a rom-com, though, and Steve definitely isn’t that kind of person. Y/N moves her head, tilting it as if she is about to kiss Steve. Her lips part without her even noticing. For a moment, she sees Steve moving his head in the opposite way, almost as if he was going to kiss her.

Y/N realises that even though Steve is nothing like a romantic leading man, she’s past the point of caring, and would still kiss him, anyway. Maybe she should just stop pretending to herself and admit the truth. The same truth that’s been staring her in the face for months now. The glances, the comments, the smiles, the sparks. They all point to the fact that Steve Kemp isn’t the man who Y/N thought she was in love with. He is the man she’s in love with. Y/N takes a deep breath.

“I’m in love with Steve Kemp.” She thinks. Although finally admitting that to herself feels incredible, and makes so much sense, Y/N knows nothing can come of it. Despite how much she wants it to, and how much it pains her to admit it, Y/N and Steve can never be together. Y/N pulls back, looking over Steve for what is probably the last time. Maybe in another, ideal world, she and Steve would work out. “Well, I should go. Don’t want to cut into your television time.” Y/N jokes. Steve doesn’t reply. He looks devastated, and for a moment Y/N swears she sees tears glistening in his eyes. That makes her feel even worse. “Goodbye Steve. It was nice meeting you.” She gives him a small smile and a wave, squeezing her eyes shut tightly so she doesn’t cry any more. Of course, it doesn’t work, and Y/N can feel tears continue to roll down her cheeks. Turning away, Y/N walks towards the exit of the cell.

“Y/N, wait.” Steve orders, almost making her jump a little. Y/N turns back to face him. “Come closer.” He beckons, and she does as he asks. When she’s close enough, Steve leans in. For a moment, Y/N thinks he’s actually about to kiss her, and she prepares herself for it. However, he doesn’t, and instead whispers in her ear: “I have to be quiet because of the cameras and guards, but if you don’t want this to end yet, and if you feel the same way I do about this, and about us, then come see me next Tuesday at 9.45pm. Don’t be late.” He orders, and she nods, focused on the feeling of Steve’s hot breath against her cheek and in her ear. “Oh, and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“The next time you see Nick, give him hell for me, alright?” He smirks, and Y/N nods.

“Oh, there’s no way I’m letting him get away with this.” She promises, and Steve chuckles.

“Good girl. After all, we can’t have him thinking he can take my Y/N away from me.” Y/N’s entire body shivers at that, and she nods, backing away from him. “Goodbye Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” Steve smiles.

As Y/N leaves and begins the walk back to her car, Steve’s words play on her mind: “If you feel the same way I do about this, and about us….” What the hell could he mean by that? Y/N knows he’s talking about how close they’ve both become, but what if he means something else? What if he means he knows how she feels about him, and he feels the same way about her? That thought fills Y/N with excitement once more, and it’s then she decides that she’s going to see Steve again, just like he told her to.

Like she’d ever say no, though.

That night, Y/N sits on her couch, waiting for Nick to come back. After what happened earlier, she wasn't expecting or even wanting him to come over. However, she sent Nick a text about half an hour ago saying they needed to talk, and he’s already messaged her saying that he’s on his way over, so here she is, almost biting the skin off her lips and fingers in nervous anticipation. Even if the very idea of seeing Nick Fowler is enough to make her blood boil and her stomach churn, Y/N knows it has to be done. And of course, she promised Steve she’d give him hell, so she can’t break that promise. An almost empty bottle of wine sits on the table across from her. Y/N doesn’t know if she drank it to give her liquid courage, or to erase any memory she ever had of Nick Fowler. She doesn’t care about that though. She just hopes it works.

Y/N can feel the skin around her neck stinging and tingling, so she places her hand on it, hoping it soothes the pain. As she takes another drink of her wine, almost finishing the bottle, Y/N’s mind goes back to the cause of the stinging. Only fifteen minutes ago, she was scrubbing at her skin with all kinds of lotions and serums until she was almost crying in pain. She did it in the hopes her efforts would remove the bite marks Nick left all over her. The marks that claim her as his, despite how much she’s tried to remove them. But they just won’t go away, despite how hard she tries. Much like Nick Fowler. Soon, she can hear a key turning in the lock, and Y/N braces herself for Nick’s arrival.

“Hey.” He announces, walking into the room and sitting down on the sofa beside her. Reflexively, Y/N turns away from him. She can hear Nick huff, which only makes her angrier. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. It’s not like I had a choice.” Nick tells her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? How do you expect me to react Nick?!” Y/N argues back, angrily turning to face him. “You had no fucking right to take me off this case! This is MY case!” She glares at Nick, a part of her expecting him to explain himself, or to even apologise. Nick stays silent. “Well?!” Y/N demands. “Nick! Answer me!”

“Like I said, I don’t know why you’re so upset. What was I supposed to do? And besides, it’s not like you were doing much anyway, were you?” He shrugs. Y/N gasps.

“Oh please. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even be here, remember?”

“That’s true, you’re right. But who’s the one that’s still on the case?” Nick asks, smirking. Y/N considers punching him right in his smug fucking face. “Oh, come on, sweetheart, don’t be mad. I told you, I had to do it.”

“Don’t you dare call me that.” Y/N snaps, trying not to let the pain in her voice come through. “You have no right to, especially not after what you did.” As Y/N rants and lets out all her pain, Nick just sits there with a brow raised, as if he’s just waiting for her to finish. As if Y/N detailing every single way he hurt her and tore her heart to shreds is boring him. God, she was so wrong about him. And it fucking hurts. How could she have been so stupid? “Did you feel anything at all for me, Nick?” Y/N asks, even though she swears she already knows the answer to this. “Or were you just using me so you could get in good favour in this case? Is that what I was, Nick? Was I just a gateway to you getting a promotion? Or was I just a fun bit on the side for you to fuck and then discard?” Y/N demands, angry tears already filling her eyes.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” Nick replies. “You definitely helped me get further, and I thank you for that. I’ll definitely mention your name in my report.” He winks, and Y/N tries not to cry. Just a footnote in a report. That’s all she’s worthy of. After all of the pain, the confusion, and everything she did for this case…that’s all she’ll be. One brief sentence. Nick looks over at her, biting his lip slightly. Y/N tries to ignore how that makes her feel. He may be an asshole, but he’s still hot, and there was a time in her life when she thought she’d end up with him. “You are pretty fucking good in the bedroom, though. And I know you liked it, despite how hard you’ve tried to hide it.” Nick grins, looking pointedly at her neck. “Tell you what, how about we go back to the bedroom and I can show you just how sorry I am?” He offers. Y/N gasps angrily. He really doesn’t care at all. Her hand moves towards Nick’s cheek, but just before she’s about to slap him, Nick swiftly grabs her wrist, gripping it tightly and making Y/N yelp in pain a little.

“You fucking asshole.” She hisses. Nick scoffs, laughing.

“Is that the best you can do? God, it’s right what they say about you, you know. You are just a lonely freak. But then again, when your only friend is a serial killer, maybe it means something….” Those words cut Y/N harder than any other thing Nick has said to her. Her body filled with rage and pain, Y/N snatches her wrist back from Nick’s grasp. Before Nick can even do anything, Y/N smacks the side of his face, the noise reverberating around the room. As Nick sits in silence, trying to figure out what to say or do in response, the realisation of what Y/N’s just done sinks into her. Of course, Nick had it coming, but she’s never reacted like this before. Despite how much she wanted to, that is. Oh god, what has she just done? How much trouble is she going to get in for this? But then, as she sees Nick’s still stunned face, Y/N remembers the words of Steve telling her to give Nick hell, and she chuckles a little.

If all else fails, she can just say that one was for Steve.

“Now, Y/N. There’s no need for that, is there? You know, I could get you arrested for the assault of a CIA Agent.” Nick warns, although there’s a joking tone to his voice. “Slapping someone with a spotless record like mine…I wonder how much trouble that’ll get you in?”

Y/N scoffs. “Oh, you have a spotless record? Tell me then, Nick, why is it that earlier, when I searched for more information on that case you told me about, the one with the drug dealer you tracked to his house…you’re not mentioned at all? Turns out everyone else did the hard work, whilst you just laid around on the beach.” Nick’s cocky facial expression drops, and his face goes pale. Now it’s Y/N’s turn to smirk. “I checked some more of your records, and it seems you do this a lot, Nick. You let everyone else do all the hard work, and yet you end up taking the credit for it.” She leans in close, so close Nick can feel her angry breath on his face. “So yeah, put my name in your fucking report, but I’ll make sure that I get the credit I deserve. Because sure, you might solve the case, but it’s only because I did the work for you. It’s still my case, Nick, despite you taking me off it. And you can live with that for the rest of your life, because you’re not as special as you think you are.”

Almost immediately, Nick becomes angry. “You fucking bitch.” He spits, clenching his fist. However, Y/N doesn’t even care about his anger anymore, or the consequences. Y/N gets up, angrily pointing towards the door.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” She orders. Sighing, Nick stands up. However, he doesn’t leave right away. Instead, he stands and looks at her. “And you, Nick Fowler, are to stay the fuck away from me. Got it?” Nick doesn’t move. He just keeps standing there, staring at her as Y/N’s fist clenches with anger. “Got it?” She repeats, trying to make her voice sound louder and more threatening.

“You know Y/N, I am sorry it has to end like this.” Nick sighs. She knows he’s lying. And then, Nick turns on his heel and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Once she’s sure he’s gone, Y/N drops to her knees on the floor and sobs.

The week passes slower than Y/N would like, but soon it’s Tuesday night, and she’s on her way to the prison. As she drives, she can feel her stomach twisting into knots from her apprehension. Although she’s excited to see Steve again, she still does not know what it’s for. Meeting a serial killer during the day is one thing, but meeting one at night is a whole other scenario. Steve has told her multiple times by this point that he won’t hurt her, but Y/N would be lying if she said she still wasn’t worried about being around him from time to time. Despite these worries, though, Y/N’s love for Steve outweighs any fear she has. Which is why she’s here.

Once she’s walking towards Steve’s cell once more, Y/N breathes a slight sigh of relief. It still feels a little weird to admit that the cell of a cannibalistic serial killer is one of the few places she finds solitude nowadays, but after the week she’s had, she doesn’t even care. She needs Steve more than ever. Speaking of Steve, he turns to see her as soon as she walks in.

“Y/N! You’re here.” He smiles happily, making Y/N smile just as wide. So what if Steve’s the only one who cares about her? At least somebody does. “I’m so glad to see you.”

“Me too. Now, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” She asks.

“Well firstly, I’m glad to know you feel the same way about this relationship as I do, since you’re back here.” Y/N nods. “However, there are some things I want to know.” Warily, Y/N nods once more, her mind wondering what the hell it is that he wants to ask her. Knowing Steve, it could be anything. “Obviously, I have to know if you gave Nick hell, just like I told you to?” Y/N can’t stop a smile from spreading onto her face.

“I did. Slapped him too.” Steve gasps, but then grins proudly.

“Oh, you are a bad girl, aren’t you?” He smirks. Y/N almost shivers at those words again. “Well done.” Steve winks before continuing with his questions. “And second, well….” He trails off, chuckling awkwardly. “Last time I saw you, you said that the first thing you thought about me was how normal I looked.” He explains, and Y/N nods. “So I was just wondering. What else did you think about me? And what do you think about me now?” Steve asks. Y/N’s cheeks flush, and she takes a deep breath. She’s already admitted it to herself. It’s about time she does the same to Steve.

“Well, I have to admit that I found you terrifying, and a part of me still does.” She replies, and Steve nods in agreement. “But fuck, Steve, from that first time I saw you, I thought you were gorgeous. I still do, actually.” Steve’s eyes widen a little in wonder, his cheeks flush, and he gasps. And yet, there’s still a smile on his face.

“Why, thank you Y/N.” He whispers. Steve’s eyes look over her once more, and he sighs. “I guess it’s my turn to share my feelings, right?” Y/N shakes her head.

“You don’t have to do that, Steve.” Steve chuckles.

“I know. But I think we both know that I do...and what I’m about to say next.” A small smile graces his lips, and he soon continues. “God, Y/N, when I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I still do, in fact.” Y/N’s mouth drops open and her heart beats faster. “And ever since we met, I seem to have a strange connection with you. Of course, I think part of it is because of the nature of our relationship, but to me, there’s always been something more there, something unexplainable. I tried to hide it, and to ignore it, but I couldn't. By this point, I’m tired of hiding it. I’m ready to admit the truth.” Steve steps forward as Y/N’s mind races to try and figure out what he’s going to tell her. But deep down, she already knows what he’s about to say. After all, she’s been feeling the same way ever since she met him.

“...I’m in love with you, Y/N.” Steve breathes, his voice little more than a whisper. Y/N gasps, and her heart swells. Although she already confirmed her feelings for Steve, in that moment it's as if everything she’s ever thought about Steve, and all her confusion about her feelings for him finally makes sense. And it feels great.

“I love you too Steve.” She replies. Steve grins. Y/N swears it’s the happiest she’s ever seen him. She even sees a tinge of pink flood his cheeks. “I always have. It just took me way too long to accept it and come to terms with it.” She admits, and Steve nods. Although Y/N can feel the realisation and the consequences dawning, she doesn’t let it stop her anymore. “And I know it’s wrong, and that I shouldn’t be feeling like this, but I don’t even care anymore. I’ve spent so long hiding my feelings for you, I thought I was crazy…but I don’t want to hide them anymore.” Y/N whispers, stepping forward. She and Steve are so close that they’re almost touching. The energy between them is palpable, and Y/N takes a deep breath.

Suddenly, a voice sounds from behind them. One they both know all too well.

“Agent Y/N.” Nick speaks. Y/N’s blood runs cold. How the fuck does he know she’s here? Did Steve tell someone? Was he tracking her? “You know that you are no longer part of this case, and that means you’re not supposed to be here. Please leave the cell immediately.” He orders.

“Mr Fowler. Y/N and I are having a private conversation, which doesn’t concern you. You’re the one who should leave.” Steve replies. Y/N can sense the anger in Steve’s voice, and the hairs on the back of her neck begin to stand up. Nick scoffs, shaking his head.

“You don’t get to make orders to me anymore. I’m the head of this case now, and Y/N is a nobody as far as I’m concerned.” Steve’s body tenses in anger, and Y/N gasps. This won’t end well.

“What the fuck did you just call her?” Steve asks, his voice dangerously low.

“Look, it’s not that big an issue. I’ll just go, right Steve?” Y/N asks, giving him a look to tell him to not poke the bear that is Nick Fowler any more. Steve shakes his head.

“No. You’re staying with me.” He says protectively, making Y/N feel slightly more reassured. “Lean in closer.” He tells her again, and she obeys.

“Agent Y/N! I’m being nice here and giving you a warning, but if you don’t listen, I’ll forcibly have you removed from the premises. Trust me. You don’t want that.” Y/N knows he’s not lying.

“Steve, what is it? Even though I love you, Nick’s right. I don’t want to be taken out of here by guards or agents.” Y/N hisses, becoming more scared.

“And you won’t. I promise.” Steve reassures her. He leans in close, whispering once more. “You said you love me. is it true?” Y/N nods. “And do you trust me?” She nods again. “Good. Like I said, I feel the same about you….Which is why I’m so sorry to have to do this to you.” Steve sighs, and Y/N frowns. But before she can even ask what the hell Steve means, she hears a click. Looking down, to her horror, Y/N realises that Steve has handcuffed her wrists. Her eyes widen, and she begins to hyperventilate. Oh god. Is she about to be kidnapped? Is this a prison break?

“Steve, what the hell are you-” It’s then she realises Steve has somehow escaped from his handcuffs (which explains the ones on her wrists). However, it’s what she sees clutched in his hand that makes her stop mid-sentence, and causes her panic to increase even more. It’s a scalpel. “Oh, my god!” Y/N gasps in fear. Everything about Steve’s past comes back to her at that moment. Everything he did to those women and their bodies. The stuff Y/N tried to ignore. The stuff he’s going to do to her. Y/N’s panic rises, and she tries to step away from Steve. Steve sighs.

“I said I was sorry.” He huffs. “Just play along. I won’t actually hurt you.” Before she can even reply, Steve grabs her, pulling her closer to his side, so strongly and harshly that Y/N yelps in pain. “Excuse me Mr Fowler, but we’ll be going now.” Steve announces, leading Y/N out of the cell.

“No, don’t you dare-” Nick begins, moving his hand towards the gun holstered at his side, but Steve moves the scalpel to her neck before he can. He presses it against her skin, and Y/N lets out a small cry as she feels it cutting into her neck.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to hurt our dear friend Y/N here. If you want her blood on your hands, by all means, continue to try to stop me.” When she hears those words, Y/N whimpers and shakes in fear as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. Oh god, how could she have been so stupid? She fell in love with a cannibalistic serial killer and stupidly hoped it would turn out well. And now here she is, being kidnapped with a scalpel held to her neck. Of course, Steve said he wouldn’t hurt her, and when he said those words, she used to believe them…but it’s a whole different scenario when he’s actually holding something to her neck and fucking kidnapping her. Y/N looks over at Nick. Although they clearly don’t like each other anymore, Y/N still stares at him, her eyes wide as she begs and pleads with him to say something, and to not let her go off with a fucking serial killer.

To her horror, Nick doesn’t say another word. He doesn’t even try to fight for her or reason with Steve for her safe return. Y/N gasps.

“It’s just like old times, isn’t it, Nick?” Steve calls, smirking. “But this time...I won.” Nick’s face twists into something unrecognisable. Whether it’s anger, pain, regret or a weird mix of them all, Y/N doesn’t know. Before she can say anything more, Steve pulls Y/N’s shivering body even closer to his chest, and continues to lead her down the hallway until Nick fades from view. “Don’t worry.” Steve reassures her. “It’s just us now Y/N. Always and forever.” He grins, squeezing her tightly. “My beautiful Y/N.”

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hidden darkness - steve kemp

Plot: After witnessing some strange events, Y/N becomes convinced her fellow medical student Steve Kemp is hiding something. She’s about to learn just how right she was. Warnings: This is another dark fic, so 18+ please! Mentions of death, murder, cannibalism, blood, injections, body parts/organs, stalking, gaslighting, drugging and paralytic drugs. Basically everything Steve does to people in Fresh is a warning. And of course, Steve Kemp, because that man is a warning all on his own. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This was written for @whumptober Day 16: No Way Out/Paralytic drugs, and I also combined it with Day 23: At the End of Their Rope/Tied to a Table.

Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Sitting outside the Dean’s office, Y/N awkwardly fiddles with the hem of her shirt as she bites her lip nervously, gnawing at the skin. The receptionist watches her curiously, peering over at her over the rim of her glasses. Her gaze does little to calm Y/N’s nerves, and her stomach continues to churn. Maybe she should just go now. If she runs, nobody will even know she was here. Suddenly, the door opens and Y/N curses. Too late to run now. “Miss Y/L/N?” She nods, standing up.

“Yes, that’s me, sir.”

“Come in and take a seat.” She does as she asks, shrinking into the giant leather seat in front of the desk. The Dean looks over at her, staring at her just the same way as the receptionist did. Already, Y/N knows she doesn’t believe her. “I understand you’re making a complaint against a fellow student in your medical classes, Mr Steve Kemp. Is that correct?”

“It’s not a complaint, exactly. I just think things have been going on, weird things. And I wanted to talk to someone about it.” Y/N stammers, immediately feeling even worse, and even more embarrassed. Maybe she should have run.

“Care to explain?”

“Well, there have just been some strange occurrences recently…things that don’t add up.” She trails off, casting her mind back.

At first, Steve was like any other tired medical student in her class. Perfectly normal. Yet, things soon started to seem off. The first time Y/N realised that there could be something wrong was when they practised drawing blood from each other. For almost the entire class, it was their first time doing this, so they were unsure and clumsy. She still has the bruises from her partner’s attempt. However, Steve was a natural, finding the vein right away. Almost like he’d done it before. And as he took the blood, the deep crimson filling the syringe, a strange look took over Steve’s face. It looked like one of hunger. For a second, she thought she even saw him biting his lip. Slightly unnerved, Y/N frowned, looking closer. But in the blink of an eye, the strange look was gone. So, Y/N convinced herself she was seeing things.

However, the strange events kept occurring. More odd looks, excitement when there shouldn’t be. As things continued, Y/N started to think there was something more serious going on, something dark hidden behind Steve’s smile. However, things always stopped just before she could look deeper. Until one day, things came to a head, and Y/N and Steve were partnered together for dissections. Steve had elected to be the one to cut into the chest, which originally Y/N was thankful for, as it meant that she could take a moment to brace herself before being confronted with the sight of the inside of a dead body. Steve, however, was more than happy to do so, adding to Y/N’s unease around him.

“There we go.” Steve had murmured once the chest was open. “Wow.” He gasped, staring down at the organs inside.

“I know, right? It’s really something, isn’t it?” She had chuckled with a nod, expecting him to agree. To her surprise, though, he was instead staring at the heart. He also began running his gloved fingers over the tissue, a strange grin on his face the whole time. “Um Steve? I think the Professor said we’re actually supposed to be looking at-”

“It’s incredible, isn’t it? Holding and touching something that provides human life. Really makes you think how easy it is to take it all away, doesn’t it?” He murmured, the grin growing even bigger. Immediately, Y/N’s blood ran cold.

“What?” she gasped, but Steve said nothing. He just kept staring at the heart, that strange, hungry look on his face back once more. Almost as if he was thinking about it himself. Even when the professor began the lecture, she could see Steve grinning out of the corner of her eyes, and it chilled her to the bone. Since then, that look has haunted her. She tried to justify it, telling herself that she was just imagining things once again, that she needed some sleep. But each time, she remembered just how uncomfortable she felt, and how concerned she was that it might be masking something more. And so, here she is.

The Dean peers at her incredulously, frowning. Before he even says anything, Y/N knows he doesn’t believe her. “I see. Are you sure these events happened? These are serious claims.”

“I know. But I saw them happen.” Y/N mumbles, staring down at the floor. She knows she’s doing the right thing…so why does she feel so bad about it? “Well, Miss Y/L/N, we will take your concerns into account and conduct an investigation.” Y/N’s eyes widen, and she sits up straighter.

“An anonymous one, right?” She asks. “Like, Steve won’t know it was me?” If her worries are true, god knows what he’d do to her now she knows. The Dean nods, and she breathes a shaky sigh of relief. At least that’s a bonus. Hopefully, something good comes of this.

However, in the weeks after her complaint, nothing happens. Steve is still on the course, and there hasn’t been a follow up between Y/N and the Dean. Nobody believes her, just as she thought. As the weeks turn into months with no further word, Y/N even starts to wonder if she was seeing things after all, and if she was just blowing things out of proportion. That thought is practically confirmed by Steve’s change in behaviour as the years go on. He seems less…off, and more mature and focused. And in the few times they interacted since, he’s been nothing but kind to her. So soon, Y/N’s worries and unease slowly disappear. After all, the Dean investigated him, and they didn’t find anything. And besides, being interested in the human body is part of being a doctor. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything untoward.

Maybe, after all this, it was just first term jitters making Steve act weird. Maybe, thankfully, she was wrong after all.

After the pair graduate and they and their classmates go their separate ways, Y/N becomes focused on her own career. Sure, she kept an eye out, just in case. Every day for years, she scoured news channels and websites, looking to see if there was any information out there about Steve, or if she could connect any unexplained deaths or disappearances to him. But she found nothing. As the years went by without so much as a peep, Y/N realised that she probably was wrong about Steve after all. And gradually, all thoughts of her strange classmate fade away. Until one day, when Y/N is sitting in a coffee shop and hears:

“Oh my god, Y/N? Is that you?” Y/N looks up and immediately finds herself staring into the blue eyes of Steve Kemp. She gulps. Well, there’s someone she wasn’t expecting to see again. Especially given their…history.

“Steve! H-Hey! How are you?” She asks, trying not to appear too scared and awkward. Almost immediately, he pulls her into a hug, and she gasps as he wraps her arms round her.

“I’m great! It’s so nice to see you again!” He grins as he pulls away from her. She looks over his face, feeling herself blushing slightly. Man, he may be a bit of a weirdo, but he is pretty cute. “It’s been what, almost ten years now?”

“Yeah, I think so!”

“I can’t stick around, but do you want to grab a drink or something later this week? We’re due a catch up.” He offers.

“Um….” She trails off, debating whether to go in her mind. It’s been all this time with no news. And he seems nice enough, even after everything. Besides, what harm could one drink do? So, Y/N nods. “Sure.” Steve grins.

“Perfect.”

A few nights later, Y/N and Steve sit in a bar together. The room is quiet, filled mostly by the voices and laughter of Steve and Y/N. Even though they’ve only been together for a few hours, Y/N already feels more at ease. That may be because of the alcohol constantly flowing throughout her blood, but she knows it’s more because of how charming and funny Steve is. Y/N keeps finding herself looking over at him with a giddy smile on her face and a warm feeling in her stomach. All her previous thoughts and worries are gone. Steve notices her smile, chuckling lightly.

“What?”

“Nothing. So, what are you doing now?” Y/N asks, taking another drink. It tastes bitter, but she swallows it anyway. They probably just didn’t mix it properly.

“I’m going to be a plastic surgeon…well, hopefully I am.”

“Really? That’s great!” She smiles. “I hope it works out for you.”

“Yeah.” Steve smirks, looking her up and down slightly. “Okay, enough about me. Tell me something about you.”

“I’ve just been working at a hospital to pay the bills. Hopefully, I’m able to actually start studying for my specialisation soon.” As she finishes her sentence, Y/N feels the familiar drunken haze kicking in. And this time, it’s hitting her hard. God, she really needs to chill out with the alcohol.

“That’s great! What are you specialising in?” Y/N opens her mouth, but seems to be losing the ability to think coherently. “Y/N?” Steve asks. Y/N tries to reply, but still no words come out. However, although a part of her is panicking about how rapidly she seems to deteriorate, she mostly just feels tired. “It’s okay Y/N.” She registers Steve’s voice. “I’ll take care of you.”

And that’s the last thing she hears.

When Y/N wakes up, her head is pounding, and the room feels like it’s spinning. That’s definitely the last time she drinks so much. Soft music plays in the background, some song from the eighties. She tries to sit up, but the rest of her body won’t move. Glancing down, as her eyes focus, Y/N realises she’s strapped to something, ropes binding her wrists. At first, she simply blinks, expecting that she’ll soon wake up and be back in her own bed after whatever strange nightmare this is. But it doesn’t work. Although she’s still weak, Y/N wriggles her wrists, foolishly hoping the ropes will fall off with a bit of pressure. When nothing happens, panic courses throughout her entire body. How the hell is she going to get out of here? As her eyes try to adjust to the light and to this unfamiliar sensation, Y/N registers a figure at the end of the table.

“Steve? What happened? What’s going on?” She murmurs, her words coming out slurred. The sound of her voice makes Steve jump slightly, and he turns to face her. It’s only then that Y/N realises he’s wearing scrubs. Bloodstained scrubs.

“Well, look who’s awake.” He grins. “In all honesty, I’m surprised you are awake. After all, I gave you a lot of sedatives.” He holds up a syringe, and Y/N’s blood chills.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Oh please, don’t pretend like you don’t know.” When she doesn’t reply, Steve sighs. “Remember when we were in medical school together? And you were so convinced I was hiding some kind of dark secret, just because I was a little too interested in death and organs?” Although her memory is still hazy, sporadic memories flash through her mind. Ones of Steve, staring transfixed at the dissected dead body, or when he was holding a human heart and made a comment about how thrilling it is to hold the life of someone else in your hands…and how easily you can take it all away. The look on his face, the sick grin that haunted her for years afterward, the one she thought she just imagined, stares down at her now. “Oh yeah, I know it was you. The Dean wasn’t exactly subtle about it.”

“Steve….” Y/N mumbles.

“Well, you were right after all. Ever since I was young, I’ve had a deep, depraved hunger. One I could never act upon. The taste of human flesh.” As he stares at her exposed body, biting his lip, the realisation of why she’s here slowly dawns on Y/N. “That’s why I joined medical school, actually. All those blood and body parts, just ripe for the taking…and the tasting.” As Steve laughs, Y/N limply shakes her wrists and ankles even more, trying to break free before she becomes a victim. Oh god, why didn’t she listen to herself? Why did she go with him? “Stop moving.” Steve snaps, his voice suddenly harsher and more terrifying. When Y/N doesn’t stop, Steve huffs. “I said, stop moving. Or else I’ll be forced to make you stop.” When she continues, a strike hits her cheek, and she yelps in pain. “God, I’ve always wanted to do that.” Steve grins, holding up another, fuller syringe.

“No!” Y/N gasps, her body squirming as she tries to move out of the way. But she’s not fast enough, and Steve jabs her harshly in the arm with the syringe, injecting her with whatever drug is inside. When she tries to move again, she can barely move. Even moving the slightest inch is a challenge. Even more terrified, she looks back at Steve, who laughs again.

“That’s better.” Almost immediately, Y/N feels herself becoming docile again. “Now, where was I? Oh yes. My future medical career was going so well, actually. Until you came along, ready to spoil it all.” He glares down at her, and fear strikes her body once more. “But as you know, I can be very persuasive, and he didn’t sense that anything was wrong. So, I stayed on the course, and things went back to normal. I was free to carry out my desires undetected, even when I started my job. I never forgot you though. The girl who almost destroyed everything. And I knew what I had to do.” He chuckles. “I kept my eye on you constantly, even when we graduated, waiting for the right moment to strike. I had to make sure you wouldn’t be a problem again. Even though you stopped looking and asking questions, I couldn’t take that risk. And well, here we are.” He grins.

“There is one part I just don’t understand, though. You accuse me of being a future murderer…and yet you go for a drink with me. Wasn’t the smartest idea, was it?” He smirks. “That doesn’t matter now, though. You’re going to be someone very useful to me, Y/N.” He runs his gloved finger down her face. Y/N tries to use the last of her strength to turn away from him, but to her horror, she can’t. He stares down at her, watching as her eyes warily dart around the room, looking for a way out. Seeing the confusion and fear on her face, Steve laughs. “Oh, don’t worry about that. You won’t be able to move. That was a paralytic drug, so you won’t be causing me any more trouble for the time being. It’s my favourite one, actually. It’s as if the person is trapped in their own body, only able to move their eyes…and your ones are just beautiful.” He grins. Willing every part of her, Y/N tries to move her body, even slightly. But nothing happens. She tries to cry, to scream out, but even that doesn’t work. Only one thought is in Y/N’s mind.

“Oh god. I’m going to die.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. Right away, at least. Y/N, did you know that there’s an entire group of people like me out there? They’ll buy everything. Hair, breast meat, and so on. It’s a huge business, actually.” Steve trails off, staring down at her. “So that’s why I’ve decided that working with dead people just isn’t worth it anymore.” He moves over to a little dish beside the table, picking up a scalpel. Y/N’s heart almost stops. “It’s about time I start with live ones. And that’s where you come in Y/N. What a perfect way to start my business: with the one who almost destroyed it all as my guinea pig, my perfect first.” Without another word, he slices a small gash down her cheek, blood flowing out. Steve’s eyes widen hungrily, and he grins sickly. “So. Let’s begin.”

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a piece of meat - steve kemp x reader

Plot: Y/N decides to see what her boyfriend thinks of her new shirt. Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism (I mean it’s Steve Kemp, so...), and implied sexual content. Nothing happens (aside from like one ass grab) but I finish the fic just before they’re about to head to the bedroom, so no minors please. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: Look, there’s not really a plot to this. I just saw this shirt and thought wearing it around Steve would be funny, and I haven’t written for Steve since finishing Normal, so here’s a little thing I wrote where reader does just that.

Once again, not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

“Morning Steve.” Y/N chirps happily as she walks into their kitchen. He murmurs something in reply, but then immediately looks up, noticing that she’s wearing only her panties as bottoms.

“Y/N.” He begins, his voice little more than a moan. “You know what you do to me when you dress like that.”

“I know. That’s why I wore them.” She replies with a wink. As she busies herself around the kitchen, Steve continues to enjoy the view. His eyes wander even lower, running down her ass and thighs, then down her legs, finally finishing at her ankles. When she turns around, he finally notices the shirt she’s wearing. “I am a piece of meat?” He murmurs, his brows furrowing together.

“Do you like it? I thought it was pretty funny.” Y/N grins, giggling. “And besides….” She comes closer, leaning over him. Steve’s face goes red, and Y/N smirks. “That is how you like your women, isn’t it, Steve? As pieces of meat? Yours to play with, to fuck…and to taste.” His mouth drops open, and he tries to say something, yet can only muster a deep, guttural moan. His hand goes out, grabbing her ass and squeezing it. When she yelps, Steve grins.

“You’re right. I do.” As he glances over her body once more, he bites his bottom lip. He gets up, pressing a kiss to her lips, then takes her hand with a smirk, leading her towards their bedroom. “And I think I should taste you next.”

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normal - steve kemp x reader: chapter ten (FINALE): begin again

“Yeah I know I went and left you all alone Please don't think that I let you go I'll never let go.” “Cause I could touch a hundred thousand souls But none of them would ever feel like home And no matter how far and wide I roam You're the only one I'll ever know.” - anyone else by pvris

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Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Chapter Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY PLEASE. This chapter has mentions of death, murder, stabbing, cannibalism, serial killers, kidnapping, a lot of blood, and graphic descriptions of violence and injuries. Also mentions of reader’s trauma and PTSD after everything she’s been through, and her survivors guilt. And of course, Steve Kemp and Nick Fowler, because those two are warnings all on their own, let alone together. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: Well, here it is. The final chapter of Normal. I’m going to make a big post about it ending later, but from the bottom of my heart, thank you SO MUCH for reading and loving this story as much as you all have. I appreciate every note and comment so much. This chapter is not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Lying on the floor, Y/N listens as the sirens sound and as the blood continues to flow from her side. She presses her hand to the wound, trying to stop the flow, but it only adds to the pain. Biting her lip, Y/N hisses as she tries to hold back her cries of pain. Lying back, she wonders where Steve is now. Hopefully, he’s safe. Even though now she wishes she went with him. The sound of the sirens gradually grows louder and louder until she realises they’re outside. Sighing, Y/N braces herself. Because once those doors open, everything changes. And this time, she doesn't know how she'll survive it on her own.

The door soon bursts open, and she hears voices shouting. “FBI, hands in the air!” Y/N lifts her hands, even though doing so sends more pain throughout her body. Rapidly, footsteps approach her.

“I’m FBI Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Please don’t shoot.” She mumbles.

“Y/N! Oh god. What happened to you?” A familiar voice, that of her boss, sounds. “Hey, we need an ambulance over here!” He bends down, studying her bloody and bruised body. “Shit.” He murmurs, taking off his jacket and holding it against her side to stop the bleeding. “Y/N, where’s Kemp? Is he still here?” He asks. Y/N’s eyes fill with tears before she can even stop them.

“I don’t know.” She sniffles, and her boss sighs.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. Don’t worry about him. He can’t hurt you anymore.” If only she could tell them the truth about how truly kind Steve was to her, and how he defended her against Nick. Maybe then, things would be different. But nobody would believe her anyway. Once again, her thoughts drift to Steve and the times they spent together. They were so happy, so free. And now, she doesn’t know if she’ll ever see him again.

“Sir, there’s one body over here. It’s Fowler.” A voice sounds, cutting through her thoughts. Immediately, Y/N gasps.

“Sir, it was Nick. The killings, everything, it was all-” she exclaims, hoping they believe her and that she’s not sent to prison on a murder charge. To her surprise, though, a look of shame crosses her boss’ expression, and he nods.

“Don’t waste your strength. It’s alright. We know.” Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. “Well done, kid. You solved the case after all.” Even though Y/N can feel herself starting to lose consciousness, a small smile crosses her lips.

“I did, didn’t I?” she murmurs.

“We better get you out of here. It looks like you’re about to end up the same way as Nick.” The sound of sirens fills the air again, and her boss breathes a sigh of relief. But Y/N can feel herself starting to slip away.

“I don’t want to die.” She whispers.

“And you won’t. I won’t let you.” Her boss promises. He looks over her body once again, swearing as he sees his jacket becoming increasingly more soaked with blood. “Where the fuck is that ambulance?!” He yells. “Come on Y/N, just stay awake for me, okay? Just hold on, please.” As Y/N’s eyes begin to drift shut, strangely, she feels oddly at peace. The nightmare is finally over. And at least she got to say goodbye to Steve.

“You saved us both, and all those women. You did it. My beautiful Y/N.” His words echo in her mind as the doors open again, and as paramedics run up to her. And then, Y/N passes out.

Sometime later, Y/N wakes up. As her eyes take time to adjust to the bright lights of her new surroundings, she hears a voice.

“Thank fuck, she’s awake.” For a fleeting moment, in her daze, she hopes it’s Steve, risking his life and freedom to see her and make sure she’s safe. But as she realises that she’s in a hospital, she also realises that it’s not Steve beside her, just her boss. Her heart sinks, and she sighs sadly. She’s still alone. “Welcome back. You gave us all quite a scare.”

“What happened?” She frowns.

“Well, Fowler got you pretty badly in the side, but the doctors and nurses managed to patch you up. They said you’re a trooper. You’re on bedrest for the next few weeks.”

“No, I mean, how did you find me?”

“Well, you were right. Fowler was behind everything. He tried to hide the evidence, but one of his associates squealed and told us Nick went out to find you. He probably wanted to make sure Kemp killed you, and when he didn’t, he wanted to finish the job.” Y/N nods, trying to block out all the memories she has of Nick standing over her with a knife, that crazed look on his face. “There’s going to be an officer outside your door from now on, just in case Kemp comes back.” That means there’s no way for her to warn Steve, so if he comes back, he’ll be putting herself in danger.

“Hopefully he doesn’t then.” She says, and her boss laughs.

“Well, you got lucky the first time with him, so hopefully your good luck continues.” Y/N suppresses a scoff. Luck? That’s not what she’d call it. “By the way, there are some journalists outside who want to speak to you.” Y/N frowns.

“Journalists? Plural? I thought there’d just be one reporter, if anything.” Her boss chuckles.

“Y/N, you got kidnapped by a serial killer, and stopped another's reign of terror all on your own. You’re in pretty high demand, kid.” Y/N feels her cheeks heating up.

“Oh, right.” How could she be so naive? Of course, after going through what she did, newspapers would be interested in her. She fidgets nervously in her bed, and she bites the skin around her thumb. She’s not used to having so much attention on her. She’s given a few interviews before, but definitely not on this big a scale, or with her as the subject of the story. And she’s definitely not faced it all on her own.

“If you want, I can send them away.” Her boss offers, obviously noticing her discomfort. Sighing, she shakes her head.

“No, I’m going to have to deal with them eventually, aren’t I? Send them in.”

From that moment on, before she even leaves the hospital, Y/N’s life completely changes almost overnight. There are constant news and magazine interviews, all talking about how brave she was for going up against two cannibalistic serial killers, and not only that, but killing one of them before he could hurt anyone else. They ask her how she feels, knowing that it’s all over, and that she’s a hero. Even though she doesn’t feel much like a hero.

Her co-workers at the FBI even come to visit her too, gushing over and over about how she did such a great job and how they always trusted and believed in her. Honestly, Y/N’s glad she’s still on bedrest and attached to a drip when they come, because when they say those words to her after the hell and constant bullying they put her through, she almost punches them all. The higher ups at the FBI and CIA come to see her too, talking about how what she did will reflect on the agencies as a whole, and how much praise they’ll get for solving the case, completely ignoring how she did it on her own, with her own hard work, and almost died because of it.

Even her parents come to visit her, tears filling their eyes as they tell her how proud they are, and how much they love her. The same parents who, only a few months ago, barely acknowledged her or her job because it didn’t fit into their perfect lifestyle. Of course, deep down she’s glad to have some love from her parents again…it’s just tainted because it took her almost dying and being interviewed by almost every news and tv network around the world for her to be worthy of their pride and love. Then again, they always loved a headline.

And of course, even though everyone tells her it’s over and that they know Nick was responsible, there’s still plenty of police, FBI and CIA interviews. Those are her least favourite kinds of interviews. She didn't know how frightening it was to be on the other side of them. They all ask for her side of the story, the warning signs she saw with Nick, and the million dollar question: if she’s sure that she doesn’t know where Steve went. And in all honesty, she doesn’t. Even though she wants to know more than anything.

When she leaves the hospital, things only continue. For a while, she almost becomes America’s Sweetheart: the superhero who saved the country and its daughters from the darkness that was Nick Fowler. Yet, despite how glad she is that it’s all over, and with receiving so much praise, Y/N just wants it all to stop. She’s tired of having cameras shoved in her face wherever she goes, meaning she can’t live a normal life ever again. She’s not used to this newfound fame, and doesn’t think she ever will be. Not to mention how she’ll be tied to Nick Fowler and this awful thing that he did to her forever. And everyone just seems so…fake. They pretend to care about her physical and mental turmoil, but she knows they’re mostly just there to get clicks and engagement, and they couldn’t care less about what happens to her after this. They’re just chasing the next big story. And for a while, that’s what she’s going to be. This whole situation makes her miss Steve even more. He was the only one who was proud of her. Not because of how well she and her actions would reflect on him. He was actually proud of her. He actually loved her.

And now she’s all on her own, with no idea where he is or if he’s even alive. Her physical scars heal with time, but her emotional scars still stay. And so, the agency also provides her with a therapist to help her readjust to society. Her therapist is nice and all, but she just stares at her most of the time, expecting her to open up about all her trauma right away, when that’s the last thing she wants to do. Not that she can tell her therapist that, though. How else could she phrase that after being given the gift of survival and being hailed as a hero, she doesn’t want it? It makes her sound so ungrateful.

All Y/N has to keep going is remembering the sweet nothings Steve whispered to her at every waking moment, hoping it’s enough to see her through the night without any nightmares of Nick standing over her with a knife. It never works. The nights are always the worst. When she wakes up, feeling or hearing the whisper of Steve’s voice, or his touch, and knowing it’s not real this time. That she can’t go back to see him and talk to him, and to stop this aching feeling in her chest. That’s what hurts the most. Having him ripped away so quickly from her.

Of course, she tries to find him herself. At least, she searches for him as much as she can before people get suspicious that either she’s not healing as well as she might be, or that her and Steve’s relationship goes far deeper than it seems. After convincing herself that Steve has kept a low enough profile for a while, Y/N even starts checking the news, waiting in case there’s any new bodies that turn up matching Steve’s MO. Because even though the thought still churns her stomach, she knows a cannibal like Steve has to survive somehow. By this point, Y/N’s sure that she knows Steve inside and out (including physically), so she’d be able to spot his work right away.

When that doesn’t work, Y/N goes back to the cabin a few times, hoping that Steve is hiding out there, waiting for her to find him, or that he’s left her a clue. Naturally, her therapist thinks it’s a great idea, and sees it as a great way to confront what happened. Of course, Y/N didn’t tell her the real reason for her visit. When there’s still no sign of him, and the townspeople don’t know where he is either, it crushes her even more.

The more time goes on without any word from Steve, not even a discreet note, Y/N starts to wonder if Steve has forgotten her after all. And even after being kidnapped, beaten and almost dying...the possibility that Steve doesn’t love her anymore hurts more than anything Y/N has been through.

“Mom, stop fussing over me, please!” Y/N moans, swatting away her mother’s hands as they try to fix her outfit and hair.

“I’m sorry, darling. Your father and I just want to make sure you look good for your special night when you accept your award!” She insists. Tonight, Y/N gets an award for stopping Nick and closing the case for good. Y/N sighs. She’s still honoured to be appreciated, especially after all the pain and torment she went through. But she knows this ceremony will be full of press again, ready to plaster her face all over the newspapers and television screens once more.

Y/N looks at herself in the mirror, staring at the fancy clothes adorning her body. She looks so…different. And she feels so uncomfortable and out of place. Thank fuck they’re not expecting a speech. She’s still too overwhelmed with everything going on with her life, and with trying to find Steve to even think straight.

“Y/N, they’re ready for you.” Her father announces, and she nods. After her parents leave, Y/N takes a deep breath and walks out towards the stage. She peeks out at the crowd of people and journalists, all there to see her. Yet, even with such an enormous crowd of people there just to see her...Y/N’s never felt so lonely. If Steve was here, he’d be telling her how gorgeous she looks, and be unable to keep his hands off of her the entire time. If he was here, everything would be so much better. She wouldn’t have to go through this all on her own, without the one person who knows what she’s going through. The only person who matters to her. Maybe if she tried harder to find Steve, or went with him, then things would be different. Another shiver goes up her body then at the thought of Steve touching her, and Y/N tries desperately to not start crying.

But if he’s chosen a life without her, then she has to respect that. Even though that thought tears her up inside. Pushing away her thoughts of Steve, Y/N watches as the director of the FBI approaches the microphone.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen. Members of the press. Thank you all for being here as we honour Agent Y/N Y/L/N, who stopped Nick Fowler, the recent serial killer terrorising Portland, all on her own. And after being kidnapped by Steve Kemp too, another monster.” Y/N winces at his words. If only he knew that to her, Steve Kemp is the furthest thing from a monster. “Through her actions and dedicated hard work, Y/N exemplifies our values of strength and bravery. Which is why I’m honoured to call her an agent, and to give her this award. So please help me welcome her onto the stage.” And yet, Y/N stays rooted in her spot, too hesitant to go out in front of such a big crowd on her own.

So much for being a hero.

“Clearly, she’s not used to the spotlight.” The director chuckles, and further laughter ripples through the crowd. Y/N gulps, her uncomfortableness back in full force. Maybe it would be better if she ran.

“You’re a smart woman, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t let you share your thoughts.” Suddenly, Steve’s words echo in her mind again, cutting through her fears. “I’m proud of you.”

At first, the sound of Steve’s voice makes her feel even more upset, especially since she still hasn’t heard anything from him. But then, Y/N realises that Steve, the one person who actually loves her, would want her to accept this award. So, taking a deep breath, Y/N walks out on stage.

As she does, the room erupts with the sound of cheering and the flashing of cameras. The sudden sound and brightness makes her wince as she approaches the director. He grasps her hand, shaking it tightly. “Well done.” He grins, passing over a small plaque to her. The cameras go off a few more times, and the applause starts again.

And then, thankfully, it’s over.

Later that night, as she makes the rounds greeting people and giving interviews, Y/N keeps glancing down at the award in her arms. It’s so small. She’s been through so much pain and trauma, including almost dying…and all she gets is a fucking tiny wooden plaque. Meanwhile, there’s no doubt her bosses are using this opportunity to improve their own careers, and she’ll soon be forgotten about again. She scans the room, noticing her co-workers looking at her. And she’ll soon be back to being a target for jokes and bullies by the same people praising her. Just another cog in the machine.

“You know, you need a new job if this is how they treat you.” Steve’s words, some of the first he ever said to her, echo in her mind. Back then, she thought he was just saying them to get under her skin and play on her fear. Deep down, though, she knew he was right. And now, she’s finally going to take his advice. Because she loved her job at first, and will always be grateful to them for indirectly introducing her to Steve. Without him, her whole life wouldn’t have been turned upside down, and she probably would have died back in that church. Now though, she’s had enough, and she can’t do it anymore.

So a few days later, Y/N enters her office once more, and she packs everything up. Once she’s finished, Y/N goes to see her boss. “Why do I have a bad feeling about whatever you’re about to tell me?” He chuckles when he sees her. Y/N takes a deep breath.

“Sir, I’d like to hand in my resignation.” She passes over an envelope, which her boss studies. “I appreciate everything you’ve done, and all the opportunities I had. I just-”

“After what happened, you can’t do it anymore?” He finishes for her, and she nods. “Well Y/N, you’ve done a lot of good in your time here, arguably more so than anyone in this entire agency. But you’ve been through a lot. Including seeing enough blood and gore to last a lifetime.” He sighs, getting up to shake her hand. “I can’t say I won’t miss you…but I understand.” He grasps her hand, shaking it firmly. “And besides, you’re leaving here a hero. Few people can say that.” Y/N nods.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done, sir.”

“No. Thank you.” He insists. “After all, you did it all on your own, remember?” Y/N feels herself blushing. If only they knew the truth, and how Steve helped her. And how she let him go. She wouldn’t have such a hero's reputation then. Sometimes she wonders if it would change anything if she admitted how much Steve helped her. She knows it’s foolish to hope that doing so would bring Steve back and drop everything against him, but after dreaming of him for so long and finally getting him…it doesn’t hurt to try again, right?

But unfortunately, life doesn’t work like that. And if she and Steve are over, then so be it.

“What are you going to do with yourself, then?” He asks.

“I don’t know. I just need some time to myself. Maybe I’ll do some travelling.”

“Well, I hope life is good for you. Especially after all of this. You deserve it.”

“Thank you.” Y/N replies, blinking back her tears.

“If you want to come back, or you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate.” Y/N nods, and after saying her last goodbyes, she leaves the office. She can see all her co-workers staring at her, whispering amongst themselves once more. She was right after all: it’s not even been a week since her ceremony, and she’s already back to being the joke of the office. But not anymore. Turning away with a scoff, Y/N leaves the office for the last time.

A few days later, Y/N sighs as she looks through her mail. Bills, bills, more requests for interviews….the same as usual. But then, one letter pops out in an unfamiliar handwriting. Frowning, she tears it open and begins to read.

“Dear Y/N. My beautiful, beautiful Y/N. I’m sorry it’s been so long since I got in contact with you. I had to make sure it was safe, but I have missed you so much.” Immediately, Y/N’s eyes widen, her heart rate increases, and her body heats up with excitement. Steve. He’s alive. He’s okay. He’s alive. Trying to calm herself down, Y/N keeps reading, a huge smile on her face. “I’ve just seen you receiving your award on television, and although I’m a little hurt to not be included, I’m so proud that you’re finally receiving the recognition you deserve. I’ve never stopped thinking about you or stopped loving you, and I hope you still feel the same about me.”

“Of course I do.” She whispers without a second thought.

“I’ve got a house now, and a new life. If you still want to be with me, come and find me.” There’s an address at the bottom of the letter. Involuntarily, Y/N lets out a squeal of excitement.

He wants to see her again.

He still loves her.

She has to go see him.

Glancing out of the window, Steve sighs. Since he’s still technically a fugitive, he’s had to move away from Portland, away from his real home and from the love of his life, and assume a new identity. He wanted to contact Y/N as soon as he left, but it was too risky, and could put either of them in danger. So, Steve waited. Even though the constant worry over how Y/N is doing is all-consuming. He knows she was at least okay a week ago, because he saw her accepting her award on TV. But after that, anything could’ve happened. The sight of her lying on the ground, blood pouring out of her, still haunts his every waking moment. He could’ve done so much more to help her. And yet…he ran, like a coward. If she’s hurt again, he’d never be able to live with himself.

Suddenly, a knock sounds at the door, and Steve goes to answer it. When he sees who’s standing there, he gasps. “Hi Steve.” Y/N smiles, her eyes filled with tears.

“Y/N?” He whispers. “You’re here?”

Chuckling, Y/N nods. “I got your letter.” Immediately, she drops her bags and runs forward into his arms, and he squeezes her tightly. He buries his nose in her hair and her clothing, inhaling her scent once more.

“I’m so glad you’re here…that you’re okay.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to her lips, one full of passion and longing. Y/N moans happily. Once they’ve pulled apart, Steve still keeps her in his arms for a bit longer. If he could, he’d keep her there, safe in his embrace forever. “I love you so much. Welcome home.” He grins, kissing her forehead tenderly.

Y/N and Steve know that their relationship and lives have been a whirlwind of chaos and unpredictability, but they’re ready for their new life together.

Always and forever.

The End.

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normal - steve kemp x reader: chapter nine: survival instinct

“In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel living in the garden of evil” - gods and monsters by lana del rey

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Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Chapter Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY PLEASE. This chapter has mentions of death, murder, stabbing, cannibalism, serial killers, kidnapping, manipulation, a lot of blood, graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, and weapons (specifically knives). Also a tiny smut mention. Once again, everything Steve does to people in Fresh is a warning. And of course, Steve Kemp and Nick Fowler, because those two are warnings all on their own, let alone together. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: The penultimate chapter is here! Can you believe we’re on number nine already? I’m sorry it took me so long to write it, but I hope you like it. I’m not sure if my taglist was notified about chapter eight, so if you haven’t read it, please read that first. This chapter is not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Also, hope you all like the new header I made!

As soon as he’s finished reading the note, Steve’s blood boils, and he throws the letter down angrily. “Shit!” He hisses, angrily kicking one of the kitchen cabinets. He’s going to kill that bastard. Yet, despite his anger, an overwhelming feeling of guilt overtakes Steve. If he hadn’t been so angry and listened to Y/N’s worries, or even went back to the house with her, this wouldn’t have happened.

And now, she might be dead. But even if she’s not dead, what if she hates him? What if she resents him for failing to keep her safe? That possibility tears him up inside. Y/N’s the love of his life. He can’t lose her. Honestly, Steve’s still confused by his seeming complete change of heart and personality for Y/N. After all, he used to relish in terrorising her, just like everyone else he’d ever met. Yet Y/N was different from everyone else. From their first meeting, he sensed some kind of connection, and strange feelings he had towards her.

They were unexplainable at first, but now he knows it was the first sign of him falling in love with her. That’s partly why he was so unwelcoming to Y/N at first, hoping that scaring her away would stop his strange feelings for her, the one woman he could never have. The person who would always see him as a monster. In fact, keeping her away only made the feelings stronger. When he finally admitted it to himself, he felt so much better. Even though he knew he couldn’t tell Y/N, not wanting to put her at risk. After all, the whole reason he took her when he broke out was to keep her safe. Safe from people like Nick Fowler. And now he’s completely failed, and might lose the one person he loves the most in this world. He can’t let that happen. He has to save her.

Grabbing the letter, Steve looks over it once more. ‘Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. When we all fall asleep, where do we go?’ Steve knows where Nick means immediately and he quickly rushes out of the door. “Just hold on Y/N. I’m coming.”

Pain. That’s all Y/N recognises. Pain. The back of her head is throbbing, and her entire body feels like it's screaming at her. Everything hurts, even breathing. As Y/N winces in pain, she can taste something metallic in her mouth. It doesn’t take her long to realise what the taste is. God, Nick must’ve hit her pretty hard. A strange moaning noise fills the air, and Y/N doesn’t even want to think about where it’s coming from. She just wants to leave and go back to Steve.

Steve. God knows what he’s thinking right now. No doubt he thinks she’s fled and gone to the FBI and CIA to spill everything. “No. He won’t think that. He can’t. Steve loves me, and I love him. He has to know that.” She thinks. Their argument flashes through her mind again, and Y/N sniffs. The last thing she and Steve did was argue. And now she might never be able to tell him she’s sorry. Steve’s pained face haunts her memory. He looked so hurt by her words. Not that she blames him, though. After all, she basically told him she hates being with him. Or at least, that’s how it came across. Hopefully, he heard her screaming or realised something was wrong, and he’s looking for her.

Even though at this rate, Y/N’s not holding out much hope. So, it’s time to save herself. Using all her strength just to lift her body off the floor, Y/N tries to sit up, clenching her teeth to get through the pain. Immediately, she regrets her decision as the pain in her head amplifies, and she becomes even dizzier. Yet despite how weak she feels, Y/N knows she has to push through, because her survival depends on it. She tries to use her hands to steady herself, but she can’t move them. She wiggles her wrists, feeling the hard plastic of a zip tie digging into her skin. Shit.

Still, she tries to push herself up, but her body is too weak to support itself, and it drops. She lands with a dull thud against the floorboards, the sharp pain in her side intensifying as her body hits the ground. A moan of pain escapes her lips, and she sobs. So that’s where the moaning noise was coming from. Her. “Please…someone. Help me.” She whimpers, too weak to even try to scream. Her words come out as muffled, and Y/N realises that Nick’s probably stuck tape over her mouth. The building is silent, aside from the noise of the storm still raging outside. Would anyone even hear her scream? Wincing, Y/N looks around wherever she’s being kept.

She realises where she is almost immediately. There are two stained glass windows, one across from her and one a few feet away. Their faces stare down at her, as if they’re judging her. Nick brought her to the church, and by the looks of it, stuffed her in a cramped back room somewhere. The room is musty and dirty, and Y/N realises it’s definitely not been used in a while. So she’s going to die in an abandoned church. Great. In a way, the room’s musty smell reminds her of the cabin. But at least that place was a home for her, somewhere for her to live her dream life with Steve, even if only for a little while. This place is a nightmare, rather than a dream.

Yet strangely, the sight of the stained glass windows and their judgemental faces almost makes Y/N laugh. After all, her parents and co-workers always thought her job made her a monster. And now, Nick’s brought her to be judged before she dies. Even though Y/N doesn’t want to die, deep down, a part of her wonders if it’s what she deserves. Dying all alone, with everyone she knows hating her.

She squeezes her eyes shut, hoping that if she tries hard enough, she’ll wake up, everything will be over, and Nick Fowler will be far away from her. She knows it’s useless to try, but it’s not like she has any other options. It’s like what she used to do when she was a child: hiding under her blankets and singing to herself in the hopes it made the monsters go away. Her parents told her to do that, actually. She knows now that they did it so they didn’t have to deal with her waking them up every night, but back then, she thought the power of her singing could save herself. Of course, the real world doesn’t work like that. In the real world, monsters are a lot less easy to spot. She knows that for sure now.

Another memory enters her mind then, one from a few days ago. Steve had found an old radio in the cabin, and with the help of George, got it working. Steve pulled her up to dance as the room filled with music.

“Oh no. I can’t dance. Trust me, you do not want me stepping on your toes Steve.” Y/N laughed, but Steve pulled her close, grinning as he twirled her under his arm.

“Y/N. I have been waiting months to hold you and dance with you like this.” He whispered, peppering kisses all over her which made her giggle. “And I’m not letting go of you yet.” As the music played on, Y/N and Steve danced together, safe and comfortable in the other’s embrace. Soon, the vocals of Ella Fitzgerald played, and Steve smiled. “Come on, sing with me.”

“Absolutely not. I can’t sing either.” Steve laughed.

“That’s such a lie. I heard you in the shower.” Still though, Y/N shook her head, and Steve sighed. “Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper…’I love you’” Steve mouthed, kissing her once more.

Y/N would give anything to return to that moment. To be safe with the one she loves, dancing to Ella Fitzgerald in their new home together.

With a groan, Y/N rolls over onto her back. Even though she knows it doesn’t work, it still doesn’t hurt to try singing again. And besides, at least she can close her eyes and imagine she’s singing to Steve. And at least she’ll die doing something that brings her comfort. Taking a shaky breath, Y/N begins to sing. “Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper, ‘I love you’…birds singing in the sycamore trees…dream a little dream of me.”

As time goes on, Y/N drifts in and out of daydreams. Her pain has subsided a little, but that doesn’t mean that this nightmare is over. As she lays there, thinking over the good times she had in her life (mostly with Steve), she wonders what’s going to happen to her. Maybe she’s just going to be left here to die slowly from all her injuries. Or maybe Nick is coming back to finish the job.

Whatever it is, by this point, she just hopes that it’s over quickly.

“Look who’s awake!” Nick’s voice sounds, and a chill fills Y/N’s blood. Speak of the Devil. Immediately, her mind goes back through all her training and what she’s supposed to do in this sort of situation. And to think she used to be terrified it would be Steve doing this to her in a situation like this, and thought Nick would be the one to save her. If only she knew back then how wrong she was. Steve has left marks of love and protection on her, and Nick has only caused pain and destruction. Y/N casts her mind back to the times she spent with Steve, and to the love they shared. Finally, after everything life put her through: all the rejection and the pain, she was happy.

And now, she’s about to lose it all.

Nick peers down at her, the fear on Y/N’s face making him smirk. “Did you sleep well, sweetheart?” He mocks, knowing how much she hates hearing that nickname from him. The more he calls her that, the more Y/N wants to punch him. “I’d say I was sorry about all…this.” He sighs. “But I’m not though. This is what you get when you don’t do what you’re told, Y/N. You should’ve kept your nose out of this.”

Y/N stares up at Nick, using her eyes to plead with him to let her go…or at least to just make things easier for her. “You know, even though I wish you kept your nose out of things, for an FBI Agent, I’m surprised it took you so long to realise that I was behind everything. You were so sure you’d stop me, and thought you were better than me because you discovered my secret.” He leans in close, grinning maniacally. “Little did you know, you hadn’t even scratched the surface of just how bad I am. All you cared about was a few little lies on my file. Bet you’re regretting it now, aren’t you?” He asks, and Y/N nods.

“Just play into his narcissism. Don’t fight him. Fight it, and we die.” She tells herself. Even though she knows she’s going to die anyway at this point. People like Nick don’t leave witnesses.

“But look where we are now, and how everything has changed. It all ends here, Y/N. And I win.” He laughs. “Oh, don’t worry, though. Steve’s coming to save you. He should be here soon, actually.” Immediately, Y/N’s heart rate increases. Steve’s coming? Here? Even though she knows it’s foolish, hope fills her body. She might actually be okay after all. Seeing the optimism on her face, Nick chuckles. “Yes. I knew it was no fun without him here, and besides, you’re both important to my endgame, so I left him a note telling him where we are. Not that I made things easy, though.” He sighs. “He really loves you, you know? It’s so…pitiful. He could’ve been so great, so evil, but he just had to let love get in the way.”

Y/N ignores Nick’s comments, too happy and comforted by Steve coming to save her. He does love her. They’re going to stop Nick, and then they’ll live happily together. Just like they deserve. And then, something hits her in the side. Y/N screams as more pain shoots across her body. Although the tape across her mouth muffles it, the sound is still loud, and Nick laughs. “Unfortunately, though, just because he’s coming to save you doesn’t mean that you two are getting out of here alive.” Another kick lands on her body, and another moan of pain follows from Y/N. “And it doesn’t mean that you have to be in a good condition for him either.” Another kick lands, and Y/N whimpers in pain, her body shaking. “God, I love that noise.” Nick grins. “Especially when it comes from you.”

A Few Days Earlier.

“You’re saying…what?” Y/N’s boss frowns incredulously.

“That there’s something shady going on with Nick Fowler.” The man who almost bumped into Nick replies. “He got a text, headed to the bathrooms and then shot out of here like a bat out of hell. I don’t know what it was about. It could be nothing, but given everything that’s been going on recently, he might have a lead and is holding out on us.”

Y/N’s boss sighs, massaging his temples with his finger. “I see. Thank you.” The man nods and leaves the room. “Fuck. Two missing agents, an escaped cannibal and now one agent might be dirty. That’s just what I need.”

After raining down a few more blows, Nick stands over Y/N, watching as she whimpers and writhes around in pain. Then, the muffled sound of a creaking door echoes across the building, and Y/N’s heart almost stops. “Okay Fowler, I’m here. I came alone, just like you said.” Steve calls. “Now, where is she?” Y/N almost starts crying. Steve. He’s here. Nick was right, he’s come to save her. Immediately, a look of dark excitement takes over Nick’s face. One that chills her blood. Disregarding the tape on her mouth, Y/N tries to scream a warning out to Steve, hoping he hears her. Nick harshly grabs her arm, yanking her up and holding her at his side. His tight grip on her arm makes Y/N cry out in pain.

“Now, now, there’s no need for that.” He tuts. “I’ll have to kill you both sooner than expected if you keep acting up. And I’ll kill you before you can say goodbye to your boyfriend properly. Do you want that?” He asks, and Y/N shakes her head, her tears and whimpering now just a sniffle. Nick grins. “Good girl. Just do as you’re told, and everything will be fine. For now.”

Nick opens the door and walks into the main room of the church. Y/N registers something, probably a knife, being held at her throat, and she tries to hide her tears, knowing that it’ll give Nick even more of a sick gratification. Mostly, though, it’s because she knows that the second Steve hears her cries, he’s going to hurt Nick. And whilst she wants him to save her more than anything, and she knows Steve is more than capable of handling himself, Y/N also knows that Nick is unpredictable, and he’s the one in control here. The last thing she wants is for Steve to end up dead.

Y/N and Nick round the corner, and come face to face with Steve. “Hello Steve. How nice of you to join us.” Nick smirks. Steve’s face drops.

“Nick. Let her go.” He orders, his voice the lowest and the most threatening Y/N has ever heard it. “This is between me and you. You can do whatever you want with me. Just don’t hurt Y/N. This has nothing to do with her.”

In response, Nick laughs. “Oh, look at you trying to play at being the hero like that’ll work. Like you’re not as much of a psycho as I am. What, you want me to let her go so she can run away and tell everyone the truth, and then I’ll have the whole of the FBI and CIA breathing down my back?” Nick shakes his head. “I don’t think so. And besides, Y/N has everything to do with this. After all, she’s the one who brought us all together!”

Y/N glances over at Steve. His face seethes with a rage she’s never seen from him before, and both his fists clench angrily. “You really have no idea who I am, do you, Steve?” Nick asks.

“An annoying piece of shit?” Nick laughs sardonically.

“Not that. When you first started out with your little…operation, do you remember hearing about the one at the top? The one everyone wanted to be, and the one everyone feared? You’re looking at him.” As a look of confusion dawns on Steve’s face, Nick grins. “Yup. Y/N’s little theory was right after all. Even down to the bite marks. I was you before you even existed, Steve.” He chuckles, before continuing. “We’re so alike, you and I. Except I don’t get caught, despite the attempts of both you and Y/N.” Steve looks back over at Y/N, an apologetic look on his face. Y/N nods, hoping he understands she forgives him for not believing him. “You were determined back then. I’ll give you that. But you were also a pest, who threatened my spot at the top. Just like your little girlfriend here.” Nick’s voice becomes angrier, and he steps forward, dragging Y/N with him.

“Nick, listen to me-” Steve tries to argue back, but Nick ignores him and continues his tirade.

“And that’s why you had to go. Just one call from a ‘concerned business partner’...and the problem went away.” The realisation strikes both Y/N and Steve immediately.

“That was you?!” Steve gasps. Nick nods.

“I’ve been working my whole fucking life to be at the top, and if you think I’m letting some nobody agent and failure like you take it away from me….” Nick hisses, laughing breathlessly. “Then you have another thing coming.” He looks between them both, his smile manic. The look he gives them both terrifies Y/N even more. She’s never seen him this unhinged before. “And that’s why we’re all here now. Because I have two problems that I need to solve.” As Nick grips Y/N’s body even tighter as she tries to squirm out of his grasp, she yelps in pain again.

“Nick, she was just doing her job. I’m the one you have the issue with. So again, let her go.” Steve orders. Nick huffs, shaking his head.

“How many times do I have to tell you-” He grunts angrily. However, Nick stops himself mid rant, and he regards Steve with a frown. “You know something, Steve? For how much you like to pretend that you’re the one in control, and that you’re the true monster…you really are so weak. You could’ve been great, like me. But you let yourself get clouded by love, and now you’re throwing everything away for her. Is that really what you want, Steve? To choose Y/N over all the fame and fortune?”

Y/N can see that Nick’s words are impacting Steve, as he takes time to choose his next response. As the time it takes Steve to reply increases, Y/N becomes more and more worried about what he’ll say. She knows he loves her, and he came back to save her, but what if she’s not enough anymore? What if he goes with Nick? After all, the first few times they interacted, Steve was arrogant, and he definitely enjoyed tormenting and manipulating her. When she challenged his character, he was furious with her. Of course, running a cannibalistic enterprise isn’t exactly Y/N’s idea of a dream life, but she can see why it would be so appealing to Steve, especially after being deprived of it for so long.

Suddenly, Steve speaks, cutting into Y/N’s worries. “You’re right. It would be nice to be at the top again, and to have all my notoriety and money back does sound appealing.” Steve admits. “But I can get that back later. I love Y/N, and I brought her here so we could finally be together, and so I could protect her from people like you. So I choose her.” Y/N breathes a sigh of relief, and Nick scoffs.

“Well, it’s your choice.” He shrugs. “Just as long as you remember, I kissed her first…and fucked her first, too.” Nick’s words set off Steve’s anger, and he charges forward, his fist held out for a punch. Before Steve can strike Nick, however, Nick presses the knife deeper into Y/N’s neck, and she lets out another cry. “I really wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Nick smirks, and Steve backs off. “Good boy. You know, when you two ran away, I was so angry. But now that we’re all together again, I can finally enact my new plan.”

“What are you going to do to us?” Steve asks. “Kill Y/N and take me back to prison? Because I swear to you, Fowler, I will fight and argue until my dying breath about what you are until someone listens.”

“Oh no, you’re both going to die. Make no mistake about that. I can’t have any loose ends, I’m afraid. And poor Y/N will be the first to go.” Nick removes the knife from her neck and begins tracing it down her cheek, laughing as she whimpers in fear. “You know, I really love that noise, don’t you, Steve?” Y/N’s eyes look over to Steve, watching as he seethes with rage. “And I’ll make sure you hear it all.” Nick promises. Y/N and Steve’s eyes meet once again.

“I’m sorry.” Steve mouths. Her eyes welling up again, Y/N nods. And then, an idea enters her mind. Gesturing her head towards Steve, Y/N then moves her head towards Nick slightly. She does it a few times until he realises what she means. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Steve nodding. Another, small breath of relief escapes Y/N’s lips.

Hopefully, this plan works.

“Poor Y/N, kidnapped and murdered so brutally by the cannibal who she thought loved her. Just don’t ask which cannibal it was, though.” Nick laughs, the sensation of his hot breath against Y/N’s neck making her squirm. “But not to worry, because Nick Fowler saved the day and killed him too. In self defence, of course. It’s just a shame he couldn’t save Y/N too. At least the heroic welcome will be worth it.” Nick grins.

Quickly, whilst Nick is distracted looking at Y/N, Steve rushes forward once more, tackling him to the ground. The force makes Nick release his grasp on Y/N, and the knife clatters to the floor. Immediately, Steve unleashes his anger on Nick. The pair roll around on the floor as the air is full of the sound of moans and punches. Y/N goes towards them to help Steve, even though there’s not much she can do with her hands tied. As soon as she takes a few steps forward, she falls to the floor. She doesn’t even take time to register the pain shooting throughout her legs, and instead begins crawling away from the scene and towards safety as best she can.

And then, something glinting on the floor stops her. The knife. Her and Steve’s chance out of here. Whilst Nick is still distracted, she grabs it, disappearing behind the pews. Holding it in her hands, she tries to cut through the ties binding her wrist, hissing every so often as the blade pricks her skin instead of the hard plastic. The sounds of fighting and moaning continue to fill the air, and Y/N doesn’t even want to know who’s making that noise anymore. She just wants to get Steve and get out of here as soon as possible.

Once she’s finally freed herself, Y/N peels off the tape covering her mouth, taking a few deep breaths as she’s finally able to breathe properly again. Grabbing the knife, she stands up. Although she’s still a little unsteady on her feet, Y/N stalks towards Nick and Steve, the knife held in her outstretched hand.

“Nick!” she calls, the sound of her voice causing both men to stop and look at her. Both of their faces are bloody and bruised, and Nick is still gripping Steve’s arm. “Let him go. Now.” She orders. Nick smirks.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I’m okay. You should just get out of here and let me deal with him.” Y/N stays where she is, promising not to leave him. Nick looks between them both, grinning as an idea forms in his head.

“You know, Steve, I’m surprised you’re fighting so hard for her. Because you know what’s going to happen when this is all over, right?” Nick asks. “Your one true love over there is going to call her superiors, and your ass is going to get hauled back into jail again for another life sentence. This time in a maximum security prison, with no visitors.” Steve stops, frowning. “What? Do you think she wouldn’t? Oh please, don’t be so naïve. It’s what people like Y/N do. They save the world from monsters like you and I, and then they lock us up and throw away the key. You’re no different just because she supposedly loves you.”

“No. You’re lying. She wouldn’t.” Steve shakes his head. Yet, despite Steve’s attempts to seem controlled, something in his facial expression shifts, causing Nick to smirk.

“Oh, are you sure about that? Go on then. Ask her. See how much she actually trusts you.”

“Steve, come on. He’s trying to manipulate you. It’s what he does.” Y/N argues. “I trust you. I promise.” Despite her insistence, Steve looks conflicted. Strangely, though, he seems more upset than angry at the idea of Y/N’s betrayal. And that look tears her up inside.

“Just tell me the truth. Are you going to put me back in prison? After everything we’ve gone through? After I came back for you, and I chose you?” Steve asks, his voice softer and on the verge of cracking. Y/N’ frowns, wondering why the hell Steve’s choosing to listen to Nick Fowler right now, especially considering the bullshit he’s saying. However, her silence speaks volumes to Steve, and he gasps angrily. Still, she sees a look of hurt crossing his face, which tears her up inside. “No. No, no, no. If you think I’m setting foot in that fucking prison again, you have another thing coming.” He hisses. Nick lets go of Steve’s arm, and he chuckles.

“You know, I wanted to kill you both first, but this is just so much more entertaining. Tearing the star-crossed lovers apart.” Steve’s fist clenches angrily, and he turns back around.

“You better-” But Y/N gets to him first. Without another word, she drops the knife, walks up and rams her elbow into Nick’s face. It connects with his nose with a sick crack, and he swears, hissing in pain. Then, Y/N brings her fist back once more, connecting it with the side of Nick’s head. He tries to fight back, clawing against her face, but Y/N’s fury is too much for him, and she continues to strike him. After a few more punches, Nick collapses to the floor.

“That shut him up for once.” Y/N states.

Meanwhile, back in the FBI H.Q, Nick's contact sits in an interview room. He watches as Y/N’s boss circles him. “Tell us what you told Nick Fowler.” The contact says nothing, looking at Y/N’s boss with a smirk. “Come on. We all know you’ve been speaking to each other. No phone is untraceable.” Still, the contact is silent. Huffing, Y/N’s boss pulls out a file. “Kid, you’re looking at multiple charges here. It's just…we’re all wondering what a prestigious agent like Nick is doing fraternising with someone who has a criminal record as long as yours.” The contact scoffs, finally breaking his silence.

“Prestigious? Is that what he told you? You don’t know anything about what he’s truly like.” Y/N’s boss frowns.

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, I don’t think so! It doesn’t work like that. I’ll only tell my secrets if I get something out of it.”

“We planned for that. You’ll get a reduced sentence, but only if you tell us everything about your relationship to Nick Fowler.” The contact grins. “Do we have a deal?”

“I think we do.”

Meanwhile, Y/N and Steve watch as Nick sleeps, still out cold. “Okay, we should go while he’s knocked out.” Y/N orders. Yet, Steve doesn’t move. “Steve, what are you doing? Come on, let’s go!”

“Not before you tell me if you’re sending me to prison. Because I’m not leaving with you just so you can send me back there.” Huffing, Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Steve, do we really have to do this now? I don’t know what’s going to happen!” Despite her frustration though, Steve’s disbelief and distrust of her breaks her heart. Does he really think so little of her?

“Stop bullshitting me and just answer me!” Steve orders, the volume and tone of his voice making Y/N jump. “Am I going back to prison?” Y/N sighs.

“I don’t know! Probably! But it’s not like I’m going to have much of a choice, is it? They’re going to assume everything I say to save you is because I have Stockholm Syndrome or something.”

“So you’re not even going to fucking fight for me? Is that it?” Even though he’s still trying to put on a brave face, Y/N can tell there’s something more to it, and that Steve is more hurt than angry.

“I didn’t say that! What I did say, though, is that Nick’s just trying to manipulate you. Clearly, it’s working. Why are you listening to him anyway, after everything he’s done to us both?”

“Because!” Steve snaps. When he sees the look on Y/N’s face, his face falls, and he sighs sadly. “Because…I love you so much, and when I found out you were missing and Nick had you, it destroyed me. I’m supposed to protect you. It’s why I brought you here, after all. And I failed.” He dips his head for a moment, and Y/N swears she can hear a sniffle.

“Steve….”

“On the way over here, I was so worried that you were hurt. And well…you are.” He sighs. “And after our argument and your kidnap, I thought you stopped loving me. I know it sounds stupid, but the last thing I want to do is lose you and have you stop loving me.” He admits. Y/N’s face softens. How could he ever think that she’d stop loving him? She reaches out to touch Steve, but he flinches away. “So when Nick said you were going to turn me in, I thought it was true. But to be honest…a part of me thinks I deserve to spend the rest of my life in prison. Especially after everything I’ve done to you.” Steve scoffs. “God, so much for me being a scary monster, huh? Nick was right, after all. I am a weakling.”

“No, you’re not.” Y/N sighs. “You came to save me. That’s not weak.” Looking over at Steve’s heartbroken face, Y/N knows that there’s no way she’d ever let him go.

If only she could convince Steve of that.

“You know, though, I used to pride myself on being strong and scary. Especially when I first met you.” Y/N and Steve laugh, remembering the memory. “But somehow, as we grew closer, I think I stopped caring about not being scary. And even though I acted like it at first, I don’t want to hurt you either, or to chop you up. All I care about is you. You bring out the best parts of me, ones that I thought didn’t exist anymore. Or at all.” Steve sighs. “And if you turn me in, I don’t know what sort of person I’d be anymore.”

“Steve.” Y/N begins. “I promise you, I will not turn you in.”

“And why should I believe that?”

“Because I love you Steve!” Y/N sighs, tears stinging at her eyes again. “Fuck, I love you so much. I never stopped, even with this. These past few days with you have been the best time of my life, and I’m not ready for it to end yet. To be honest, I want to stay with you forever, and I’d follow you to the ends of the earth to make that happen.” Sniffling, she takes a breath. “But if you want to go, I understand. Go be free.” Saying those words feels like a knife is twisting in her gut, but she means every word. “Let me end this alone. I started this whole mess, and I’ll finish it.”

And yet, Steve doesn’t move. Although she’s so thankful he’s not running away and leaving her for good, his lack of movement still confuses her. Even after everything he said, she still thought he’d choose his freedom first. “Oh god, Y/N. I’m so sorry about everything. For not believing you right away, for the argument, for letting this happen to you….” Steve gasps suddenly, kissing her all over her face and body. “I love you so much.” He mumbles. And this time, Y/N believes him fully. “Y/N, you’re safe. You’re finally safe.” With those three words, everything hits Y/N at once. Yet, despite the chaos and danger of the moment, all she wants is to be held by Steve, to hold him in return, to be kissed by him, and kiss him all over. Because he came back for her, and he chose her. Immediately, Y/N falls into Steve’s arms, sobbing. He holds her tightly and protectively, and Y/N even swears she hears Steve crying too.

“I love you too.” She presses her lips to Steve, kissing him passionately. The pair stand there for a few moments, each savouring the embrace of the other. Because deep down, they know it could still be the last time they see each other.

“Y/N, go. Run as far away as you can and never look back.” Steve whispers. “I can’t let you put yourself in danger. Let me end this. You’ll be safe from us both, and you can finally live a normal life.” Y/N shakes her head.

“Normal? My life hasn’t ever been normal. And I told you. I’m the one that brought us into this mess, and I’m going to help you finish it.” Steve tries to argue with her, but Y/N is staunch in her decision. “I’m not leaving you.” She takes his hand, squeezing it tightly. “And besides, we’re too intertwined with this care to separate now. We met trying to solve this case, and now we’ll end it together.” Knowing it’s foolish to argue with her any longer, Steve nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“God, I love you.” As Nick stirs, Steve squeezes Y/N’s hand. “Ready?” He asks, and she nods. “Then let’s go stop a serial killer.”

As Nick wakes up, the pain hits him. Along with the sensation of blood trickling from his nose. “Fuck.” He hisses, standing up. Y/N and Steve stand across from him, watching his every move. Steve protectively stands in front of Y/N, shielding her with his body. Nick scoffs. “Aww, you two think you can stop me. How sweet.” He mocks. “I’d advise you both to just quit whilst you’re ahead, because this little plan of yours is not going to work.” Neither of them move. “Alright. It’s your funeral.” Nick shrugs. “Let’s start with the girl who started it all.”

“No.” Steve orders. “You start with me. And I’ve been waiting for this one.” He charges forward again, punching Nick right in the face. As the pair start fighting again, Y/N grabs a discarded piece of wood, slamming it into the side of Nick’s head. The hit stuns him for a moment, and she hopes it gives Steve an advantage. Unfortunately, Nick doesn’t go down as she hoped. Instead, he turns his attention to her.

“You fucking bitch.” Nick hisses. Letting go of Steve, he grabs Y/N and throws her against the wall. Y/N immediately and harshly jabs her fist into Nick’s chest, pushing him back. When he frowns, she chuckles.

“Did you forget I did self defence in the FBI?” Instead, Nick laughs.

“No. Did you forget I did it in the CIA too?” He readies himself to strike her again, but Y/N is too quick for him. She shoves him back again, so hard that he stumbles.

“I told you I wanted to solve this case, and I am going to. Dead or alive.” She hisses. Nick tries to strike her again, but she dodges his blows once more, even striking him a few times. Whilst Nick is distracted, Steve hits him again. With a huff, Nick shoves Steve so harshly that he falls back, hitting his head against a pew and landing on the floor with a sick thud. He doesn’t get back up. Immediately, Y/N stops fighting Nick.

“Steve!” She screams, feeling her heart almost stop. She runs towards him, but Nick’s voice sounds from behind her.

“Well, that was underwhelming.” Nick sighs. “Your turn, Y/N.” Nick grabs her leg before she can reach Steve, and he pulls her down. She hits the ground hard, but doesn’t even have time to register the pain before Nick is on top of her. He kneels on her chest to stop her from moving and to cut off her airway, grinning terrifyingly as she gasps for air. Y/N kicks at him with all her might, trying to push him off of her. It doesn’t work, yet she still continues to strain, clawing at Nick’s hands and head, hoping he lets go.

“Get…off me!” She gasps, even though she can feel herself becoming more and more tired. Y/N glances back at Steve, still lying on the floor, unresponsive. She keeps staring at him, hoping that somehow, if she keeps looking at him for long enough, he’ll wake up. “Please….” She whimpers. Even though, deep down, she knows it won’t work.

“He can’t save you this time. It’s just me and you.” Nick grins, peering down at her. “I have to commend you though Y/N. You really are a fighter, much more than my other victims. It’s just a shame you have to die.”

“Go to hell.” Y/N hisses. She still tries to fight back, but it’s becoming more and more difficult to breathe. She reaches her hand out, hoping to grab something, anything, to stop him. But there’s nothing. Even the piece of wood she used is too far for her to grab. A horrible realisation dawns. She’s going to die. This is when it all ends. Nick smirks.

“Is that the best you can do?” He presses his knee deeper into her chest, and Y/N lets out a moan of pain. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees what looks like a small flicker of movement from Steve. Yet, as Nick continues to press down on her chest and small black dots appear in her vision, Y/N swears the movement from Steve was just a hallucination. Something her mind is letting her see before she dies. Still though, Y/N looks over at Steve. Just in case there’s a chance he might save her after all. Yet there’s no other movement, and her heart sinks.

So this is when she dies.

“How does it feel, Y/N?” Nick asks. “To know that I’ll always be your one failure, the one you couldn’t catch? To know that I’ll win?” Y/N can’t even find the strength to say anything. Seeing her slowly slipping away, Nick grins. He leans over, reaching out for his knife. As he does so, he moves his knee from her chest slightly. It’s only a slight movement, but it means that Y/N can finally get some more breath. As her lungs fill, a sense of injustice and a survival instinct kick in too. This isn’t how she wants to die, without even doing everything she wanted to with Steve. It’s not fair. She shoves Nick once more, enough to knock him back slightly, and he releases his grasp on her. Her sudden strength clearly surprises them both, but there’s no time to think about that now.

It’s time to survive.

Y/N scrambles to her feet, trying to run towards Steve and to safety. But Nick is too fast for her. He grabs her and slams her against the wall once more.

“Why are you being so difficult?” Nick hisses. He holds out the knife, the metal of it glinting in the light. “Now, stay still. It’ll all be over soon.” Nick grins. He thrusts his arm out towards her. Quickly, and without a second thought, Y/N grabs his wrist, pulling the knife away from her chest. His hit stabs her in the side, but the adrenaline and shock she’s under means she doesn’t feel it right away Even though he’s glad to have hit her, Nick’s still clearly shocked by her strength…as is Y/N. Yet, Nick readies the knife for another blow. “You know, I really am sorry Y/N. There’s just no other way for this to end.” Nick sighs. As he reaches out to stab her again, Y/N grabs his wrist once more. Despite the growing pain at her side, she turns Nick’s wrist, shoving the knife into his abdomen. A sickening noise sounds, and Nick groans in pain. He grips her shoulder tightly, trying to hold himself up. Y/N leans in close.

“Yes, there is.” She hisses. “And this time, I win.”

“You…fucking bitch.” Nick hisses. Y/N pulls out the knife, and blood pours out of the wound as Nick drops to the floor. As his breath becomes more and more strained, he looks up at her, chuckling slightly. “I was right after all…you do have some darkness in you.” And then he slumps forward, and finally goes silent. Y/N stares down at his body, waiting for him to get up and attack her again. The longer time goes on with no movement from Nick, the more Y/N realises that he’s not getting up.

“Oh god. Shit, oh god. Fuck. Oh god.” She mumbles to herself, panicked. “What did I just do?!” she gasps, feeling her body shaking and her heartbeat rising. Immediately, Y/N drops the knife. Blood stains her hands, and she has no idea who it belongs to.

“Y/N!” Steve is at her side in seconds. The happiness of having him okay and by her side again doesn’t even register, as she’s too panicked to think about anything else than what she’s done.

She’s killed Nick Fowler.

She’s a murderer and a monster, just like everyone used to say about her.

“I think I killed him, Steve.” She sobs. Steve takes her into his arms again, gently rocking her and shushing her as she cries.

“You did the right thing. It’s okay. It’s okay.” He repeats, kissing her all over. “You saved us both, and all those women. You did it. My beautiful Y/N.” He soothes. As she cries, he continues to calm her down. “It had to be done. You stopped him all by yourself. It’s finally over. You’re safe.” At that moment, the shock and adrenaline wear off, and the full extent of the pain in Y/N’s side finally hits her. Wincing, she drops to her knees, Steve falling with her. “Y/N? What happened? Are you okay?”

“He…he stabbed me. In my side.” She hisses through gritted teeth. Immediately, Steve presses his hand to her side. “How’s it looking, doc?” Y/N chuckles, immediately regretting it as it shoots further pain up her body. As he removes his hand, Steve is silent, and Y/N can see a deep crimson covering it. The sight makes her gulp. “Oh. Not good then.”

“Come on Y/N, we need to get you to a hospital.” Steve insists, trying to help her up. Y/N shakes her head.

“No. No, no hospitals. They’re going to take you away from me…and send you back.” Steve sniffles.

“Y/N, if you don’t go, then you’re going to die. I’ve almost lost you before, and I’m not losing you again. I don’t care what happens to me anymore. I want you to be safe.”

“But I care about you.” She insists. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” She promises, even though she can still feel blood pouring out of her, despite Steve’s attempts to stop it. Y/N can hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance, and she raises her hand to cup Steve’s cheek, wiping away the tears slowly running down his face. “If you don’t go, I’m going to lose you forever. Go. Be free.”

“And what’ll happen to you?”

“I don’t know, but I do know that it’ll be better than what’s going to happen to you.” As the sirens get closer, Y/N’s worry for Steve gets stronger. “Go. Quickly. I’ll come find you.” Yet still, Steve doesn’t move. “Steve! Go! Please!” she begs. Sighing, Steve presses a kiss to Y/N’s lips, one full of passion and pain.

“I love you so much. Never forget that, okay?” Y/N nods, and Steve smiles.

And then, he’s gone.

A/N: I am still continuing this story, so don’t worry. This is not the end! The next chapter is going to be a final epilogue style chapter.

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Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Chapter Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY PLEASE. This has mentions of death, murder, cannibalism, serial killers, kidnapping, kissing without consent, restraints, manipulation, blood, and violence. And of course, Steve Kemp and Nick Fowler, because those two are warnings all on their own, let alone together. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: So, as most of you know Normal ended with a happy-ish ending all things considered, but I wanted to write an alternate ending where things didn’t end so happily. Just count this as Normal, but the bad ending, hahaha. It’s set during Chapter Seven.

Steve pulls up outside the cabin. As he opens the door for her and helps her get out, Y/N glances at the building. Almost as soon as she does, she wishes she hadn’t. Steve has a creepy ass cabin in the woods beside a ‘village’ in the middle of nowhere. Because of fucking course he does. “Welcome home.” Steve grins. He opens the front door, and the sound of it creaking echoes around the entire forest. Y/N gulps. If there’s anywhere she’s going to die, it’s here. But just as she wonders how quickly she can run away, Steve comes back to her and gently pulls her into his side. “Come on.” He urges. “Our new life starts here.” Warily, Y/N nods and lets Steve lead her inside. A few weeks ago, Y/N was dreaming of starting her new life with Steve. Yet now she’s here, it’s turning into more of a nightmare. “I know it doesn’t look the best, but I promise it’s only temporary, and we’ll be out of here when everything blows over.” He explains, locking the front door behind him. Y/N gulps. Something about Steve is off. Of course, the fact he’s just kidnapped her is a big red flag in itself, but there’s something else that doesn’t seem right. Maybe it’s the way he keeps staring at her, grinning. And how this time, he’s free to do whatever he wants to her.

Once they’re inside the cabin, things don’t look much better. The whole place is dusty, and there’s a weird, damp smell everywhere. When Y/N used to think of how and when she would die, this was not how she thought it would happen. And she definitely did not expect Steve Kemp to be beside her…or the one to do it. But if there’s anything Y/N’s learned from her time with Steve, it’s that life likes to surprise you.

Steve leads her into the living room, and he places her down on a chair. “Just so you don’t try to run.” He tells her, binding her wrists to the arms of the chair with rope. He stands over her, staring down at her as she warily keeps her eyes on him. All Y/N can think of is the things he’s done to all those women, and that he’s about to do them to her. Foolishly, she trusted him and thought she was safe, even after everything he’s done. Now, she’s going to die alone and far from home. And it’s all her fault. “God, I’m so glad you’re here.” Steve kneels down, tracing a finger along her jaw. The sensation of him touching her after everything that’s happened is too much for Y/N, and she bursts into tears.

“Steve…please don’t hurt me.” She whimpers. “Please just let me go.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He whispers. Y/N still doesn’t believe him. “Now, you just sit there, alright? I’ll be back soon.” He promises, before leaving the room and disappearing out of view.

And with that, Y/N is left alone and frightened. She keeps a wary eye fixed on the door in case Steve comes back, brandishing a knife or some other way to hurt her. Some time later, maybe two hours or even longer, Y/N hears the doorknob twisting. Immediately, her blood runs cold. What will happen to her now? Yet, when the door opens, another voice sounds.

“CIA! Hands in the air where I can see them.”

“Nick!” Y/N gasps, relief flooding her body. Even though their last time spent together ended on unhappy terms to say the least, Nick still came here to save her. He really must care for her. Even if it’s only a little. But Y/N doesn’t care about their past now. She’s going to get out of here. She’s going to be okay. “Please, help me! I’m in here!” Nick soon rounds the corner. As soon as he sees her, his eyes widen.

“Y/N?” He gasps, and she nods, already feeling herself beginning to cry. At least this nightmare is finally over now, and she’ll be alright.

“Nick, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. You were right, Steve’s insane. He must have tricked me, a-and manipulated me. He’s not who I thought he was.”

“Where is he? Is he here?” Y/N shakes her head.

“I don’t know where he went, but fuck, am I glad to see you.” Nick steps closer, but strangely, instead of coming to release her, he simply stays where he is, his blue eyes looking over her carefully. “Nick. Please, can you take these off?” Silence. Frowning, Y/N asks again. “Take these off, please.” Still nothing. Y/N’s heart rate picks up. Her gut is still telling her that something’s not right here. Yet, Nick is still her only hope of getting out here, so she asks again. When he continues not to answer her, her sense of dread only grows. “Nick! I said I was sorry! Please, just take these off!” She begs, big tears flowing down her cheeks. Again, Nick only smirks at her. When he does finally open his mouth, the words that leave it are the last thing she expects, or wants, to hear.

“I think it’s time we put her out of her misery, don’t you?” Without another word, Steve steps out of the shadows, coming to stand beside Nick. Her mind and heart racing, Y/N stares at them both, too perplexed and terrified to even say anything. Steve chuckles.

“See what I mean? She looks beautiful when she’s terrified, doesn’t she? Like a deer in the headlights.” He muses, and Nick nods with his own smirk. As she watches both men, the only two Y/N thought she truly loved, leer at her, the unsettling feeling in Y/N’s stomach multiplies, becoming all-consuming.

“What’s going on? Guys, this isn’t funny. Let me go, now.” She orders. Nick and Steve simply laugh, sending another chill up her body.

“Sorry, my beautiful Y/N…but we can’t do that.” Steve shrugs. “I do think it’s only fair that we tell the truth, though…even though you’re gonna freak out. Remember when I told Nick it was just like old times, and that I won?” She nods. “Well, that may have been a slight white lie. Back when I was out of prison and working on my business, Nick was just starting out in the CIA, and they sent him to go undercover in the same cannibalistic networks I operated in. It just didn’t work out how they thought it would.” He chuckles.

“What he means is…I met Steve, and realised we have very similar tastes.” Nick winks, pointedly licking his lips as he looks at her. Y/N’s blood runs cold. She’s trapped here with two cannibals. There’s no way she’s making it out of here alive. “Steve graciously taught me everything he knows, and I became his protégé, working with him to learn the trade.” Laughing at Y/N’s horrified face, Steve continues the explanation.

“Thankfully, Nick’s job at the CIA meant we could work together with no risk of being caught, even after his undercover mission ended. When I got arrested, we thought things would grind to a halt, but Nick picked up the business. And I mean every part of it.” Nick smiles proudly. “He has his own MO and everything. From what I’ve heard, he especially has a passion for biting.” Steve looks at her neck with a smirk. “And for dumping the body parts.” As both men stare at her, smirking, the realisation dawns on Y/N.

“It was you?” She asks. “This whole time, we’ve been tracking you, Nick?” Despite how horrified and betrayed she feels, everything makes sense now. Why Nick wanted her off the case, and why they both manipulated her. Even why she’s here now. She knows too much.

“Trying to track him, actually. You never really managed though, did you, Y/N? And that’s because we were always one step ahead of you. You’d come work with me, then I’d tell Nick everything, and he’d make the evidence disappear.” Steve comes closer, kneeling down in front of her. “But you just wouldn’t stop looking, would you? Even when I tried to scare you away. So, we took matters into our own hands, and Nick joined the case, pulling you further and further away from me until we took you off the case out of nowhere. When that didn’t work in shutting you up, we planned this: I’d turn up the flirting and make you think I was in love with you, so you’d come back to me. Then, we’d escape and take you here so we could both deal with you. The plucky profiler, out of her depth and trying to solve a case that put her in danger.” Steve smirks. “If only she knew how much danger she was in. Or knew how deep this really went.”

“You both lied to me?” Y/N mumbles. Despite her feelings of betrayal, though, deep down, she knows she only has herself to blame. Why did she let herself get sucked in too deep with Steve and Nick?

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. You are a beautiful woman Y/N…and we’re going to have a lot of fun together, aren’t we, Nick?” Nick nods. Steve leans in close, cupping Y/N’s chin and wiping away her tears.

“Get the fuck away from me.” She orders. But since she’s tied to the chair, she can’t move anywhere. She has to fight back as best she can. Because if she doesn’t, she’s going to die. Steve presses a kiss to her lips, and angrily, Y/N bites down hard on his lip. When Steve hisses in pain, Y/N simply replies with: “I told you to get the fuck away from me.”

“There’s no need for that, now, is there?” Nick asks. Before she can even reply, Nick strikes her hard across the face, and a sickening crunching noise fills the air. Y/N cries out in pain, and the pair grin wickedly. “You can consider that payback for what you did to me.” As blood runs down her face, the sound of the pair’s laughter fills the air once more. And it chills Y/N to her core.

“Come on Y/N, what did you expect? You trusted two cannibalistic serial killers, and look what happened. Don’t take it the wrong way, though. You are determined…just too much for your own good.” Steve tells her, getting up and walking over to the kitchen. When Y/N tries to turn her head to see what he’s doing, Nick grabs her face, harshly turning it back to him. She cries out in pain once more, and he smirks again.

“God, Steve told me how beautiful you look and sound when you’re afraid, but I had no idea it was this beautiful.” He grins.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Oh, don’t worry, we’re not going to kill you. Well, not right away, anyway. We’re going to sell your meat Y/N. You finally get to see what it feels like to be one of our victims.” Nick leans in close, whispering his next words: “And we finally get to taste you.” Steve comes back then, and to her horror, Y/N notices something small clutched in his hand. A syringe. Her eyes widen, and she tries to wrestle out of Nick’s grasp.

“Get away from me!” she screams. “Someone! Please help!” Nick’s face twists into one of rage, and he lifts his hand once more. Y/N braces herself for another hit, but before it lands, Steve takes Nick’s place.

“No, no, no. Shhh….” He whispers. “It’s okay. It’s just something to help you sleep.” For a moment, it’s as if he’s back to the Steve she used to know, the one who she thought loved her. “It’s okay. It’s still me. I’m still Steve.” Now, though, she knows it was only a lie. She can’t believe she fell into Steve’s trap and let herself be manipulated, especially after everything he’s done. As she whimpers and continues to try to worm her way out of Steve’s grasp, she hears him murmur: “Nobody can hear you, anyway.”

“They’ll know I’m missing.” Y/N insists as the metal of the syringe glints in the light. “They’ll probably be breaking the door down any minute now.” Of course, her words are more wishful thinking than a serious threat, but she hopes it works in prolonging the pair’s attack on her. To her horror, though, Nick and Steve simply laugh.

“Oh, the FBI and CIA? Yeah, they’re not coming for you. Nobody knows you’re here, and while I’m still on the case, they never will.” Nick replies, watching as the last of the hope leaves Y/N’s body. As she’s distracted for a moment, Steve readies the syringe, sticking it into her vein. Y/N yelps in pain for a moment, but the feeling of weakness takes over her almost immediately. God, they make these things strong.

“It’s okay, my beautiful Y/N.” She registers Steve’s voice saying. “Just go to sleep.”

And then, it all fades to black.

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