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Evermore - Steve's Ending
Series Summary: It's been 7 years since the love of your life left you behind for his career. When he decides to come back, is it too late to start anew? Will you decide to start over or realize what's been right in front of you this whole time?
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Warnings: Reader is referred to as "Peach". AFAB reader. Tad bit if angst at the beginning, mostly fluff. SMUT. Unprotected P in V. Creampie.
Word Count: 6k
You turned the car around to head over to a house you knew fairly well. You’d been here a couple of times since he had moved Wayne out of Forest Hills.
The black sedan he’d rented sat in the drive as you pulled in behind it, shutting the ignition off and taking a deep breath. You sat there a few moments trying to gather yourself.
You slowly moved from the driver’s seat, as your feet that currently felt like chunks of lead, carried you up the drive. You took the steps one by one until you were face to face with the door.
You hesitantly lifted your fist, knocking three quick times, holding your breath in the process.
Muffled voices came through, he was standing before you as the door swung open. Bright eyes, but a little surprised to see you.
“Peach.” He breathed out.
“Hi Eddie.” You smiled, genuinely. Deep down he knew why you were here. “Can I come in?”
“Sure, sure.” He nodded, moving out of the way for you to enter.
You followed him into the kitchen. “Want something to drink?”
“No, I’m good. Come, sit with me.” He took the chair across from you, bracing for the worst.
“Eddie, I just came to tell you that our kiss wasn’t a mistake, but it made me realize that I should have closed that chapter of my life when you left me. I need to move forward, so should you.” You watched his whole demeanor deflate.
“You shattered my heart, and I was waiting for a different version of you to come back home. We're in such different places in our lives now. I… I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, yeah. I get it. It’s not like I wasn’t expecting it, Peach. But uh… You’ll be seeing me around. I’m not leaving Hawkins. I’m staying with Wayne for a while. Taking some steps to stay sober.”
“Eddie, that’s great. I’m so proud of you!” beaming at him. God he was going to miss that.
“Yeah, already smoothed it over with the boys.”
You both grew silent. Unsure of what to say next.
“Peach, it's ok. I shouldn't have been expecting you to drop everything and pick up where we left off like everything was fine. I can't tell we’ve both changed.” His eyes told a different story, but you didn't say as much.
“So, I guess I'll be seeing you around Hawkins. Come by the Hideout sometime. Maybe you can show these kids you can still rock.” You grinned as he laughed.
“Sure! I'll do that.” His smile grew, but you were unsure if he'd actually take you up on the offer.
“Well, I've got to get going.”
“I'll, uh… walk you out.”
You both stood, him leading the way opening the door as you began to descend the stairs.
“Hey Peach, maybe when you are ready to love someone again, don’t look so far, huh?”
You looked at him, brows pinched in confusion.
“What are you talking about Eddie?”
“You’ve always been oblivious when it comes to him.” Letting out a hearty chuckle. “Bye Peach. I’ll see ya’ around.”
You’ve always been oblivious when it comes to him.
Those words tumbled around in your head as you drove back home.
You didn't want to accept the fact that Eddie saw something you hadn't yet admitted to yourself.
A few days have passed since your conversation with Eddie. You felt you were in a better place, feeling lighter and finally allowing yourself to move on gaining the closure you finally needed.
Steve and Robin weren't entirely convinced. You outwardly seemed fine, but they hovered and watched to make sure you didn't shrink inside yourself.
It was Robin who suggested it.
“Why don't we have a sleepover? Just the three of us like old times?” She blurted out as you all met for lunch one afternoon.
“Who'd watch Maddie?” Steve asked. He didn't want to impose on anyone knowing she usually stayed with either of you if he was busy.
“I'm sure Vickie won't mind. Maddie loves her. Peach, you in?” Looking toward you, wide eyes seemingly begging.
“Why not?” You shrugged.
She couldn't contain the grin that spread across her face as she reached over and hugged you.
“Yes! I'll bring a couple of movies and we can make some popcorn. Could even bring my old sleeping bag. Camp out in the living room all night…”
“I'm stopping you right there Rob.” Steve cut her off before her rambling really picked up. “I’m not 18 anymore. My back and body aren't going to lay on the floor all night.”
You laughed out as she threw a fry at him.
“Party pooper.”
“Daddy, I wan see Peach! I wan go with you and Bobby!” Maddie was protesting from the back seat as he drove over to drop her off with Vickie for the night.
“It's for adults only tonight. You stay at Peach's all the time it's daddy and Bobby's turn. Right? It's not fair you get to have all the fun.” He watched through the rearview as her scrunched brows softened as she thought over his words.
“Just for one night Daddy!” She finally settled down.
“Right, baby. One night.” He let out a small laugh, smiling to himself knowing how much she loves you as she finally busied herself with looking out the window.
He pulled into Robin's, helping Maddie from her seat as she made a beeline for the door. Knocking excitedly, not giving Steve a second glance when Robin opened it.
“Hey bug! Vickie's in the kitchen getting some yummy snacks together.” She said, bending down to greet her.
She stood, meeting Steve carrying all of Maddie's overnight gear.
“Hey Dingus!” She said, taking her small Baby Bop backpack from him.
“Ready to go?” He placed the rest of her stuff on the couch.
“Uh… about that.” He snapped his head toward her. “Don't get mad, but I'm not going.” She anxiously smiled, trying to deflect, holding up her hands.
“This was your idea, Robin! What do you mean you aren't going?” He huffed, placing his hands on his hips.
“And this was also my idea. You can go have a nice night. Look,” she produced a couple of rentals. “You can watch a couple of movies and talk about your feelings. Perfect! And you'll have all night to do…things. Whatever you get up to.”
She grinned wide, proud of herself and her foolproof plan as she looked back at his very unamused frown.
“Steve, just listen to me. She turned Eddie down and it's so painfully obvious to everyone but you two. You're both idiots. Just talk to her! Tell her how you feel! I'm tired of seeing you mope around.”
“I do not mope, and I just don't think I should bring it up right now.” He sighed, already exasperated.
“When's the right time, Steve? You've had 7 years to make a move. You know where she stands with Eddie. It's now or never!”
She grabbed his hand, pulling him toward and out the door.
“Now go!” Shoving the VHS tapes into his chest.
“Have fun!” Slamming the door in his face, not letting him argue or protest.
“Shit.” He breathed out, knowing she was right.
You'd gotten the house ready. Grabbing extra blankets for the living room, in case Robin held you to actually staying in there all night.
It would be good for you to spend time with them.
You totally hadn't been ignoring Steve because you were trying to hide from him and your rather obvious feelings, right?
After Eddie's comment it had you questioning everything. You and Steve were best friends, he wasn't in love with you. Was he?
Your inner crisis had to wait as you heard the front door open.
The hugs that lasted a little longer, the soft touches and sweet looks… fuck.
“Peach?” Steve called out.
“In the kitchen! I'm making your favorite by the way.” You called back, as he came into view.
“Hi.” He grinned, waving as he entered, sitting his overnight bag down on the counter.
“Hi. Where's Rob?” You looked past him, expecting her to follow in behind.
“Uh, she's not feeling well.” He placed his hands into his pockets, shrugging. “Guess it's just us tonight.”
“And that's a bad thing? You look like someone kicked your puppy.” You eyed him warily.
“No, I just didn't want you to be disappointed. S’all.” Shrugging again as he took a seat at the bar, noticing the way his cheeks blushed slightly. Steve was so painfully pretty. The way his shirt was tight over his chest and biceps when he leaned his arms on the counter, had you staring just a little too long.
“Why would I be disappointed? You're my best friend Steve. I love spending time with you.” You smiled, and turned back to the stove, trying to hide the way that your own cheeks heated at your thoughts.
“Steve, are you okay?” Knocking him from his current train of thought.
Best friend. Best friend. Best friend. He didn't need any reminders. His head and heart were both at odds with themselves already. And you were standing there looking absolutely beautiful in just a hoodie and some old shorts, his hoodie. Fuck.
“Hmmm, yeah. I'm fine. Need some help?” He smiled, trying to hide any hint of discomfort.
You put him to work chopping some veggies for a salad. It was easy with him. The way you both moved so fluid around the kitchen. Easing around each other because you've done it a million times before.
Steve was relaxing a little more as you chatted and got the rest of the food prepared but you could tell something was still bothering him.
“Hey Stevie,” catching his attention with a cupcake you pulled from a covered dish on the counter. “Want to ruin our appetites with dessert first?”
“Yes, please. God, I love your cupcakes.” He went to take it, but you pulled it back just out of reach, making him frown with his perfect pouty lips on display. Perfectly pouty and kissable lips.
You slowly peeled the liner from the spongy cake, as he watched you intently.
“You can have one, once you tell me what's bugging you.” You took a bite, with an over exaggerated hum of satisfaction. “Mmmm, so good.”
Frosting was left behind on your lip, that you quickly licked away, he couldn't help but watch the way your mouth moved. It was so unfair the way you were torturing him without even knowing it.
You, on the other hand, were completely aware of the way he was currently licking his own lips watching you.
“Here, have a bite you pouty baby.” Relenting and pushing the cake up toward him.
Instead of letting him take a bite, you shoved it a little upward. Frosting now dotting the end of his nose and top lip, he put his hands on his hips as you flew into a fit of giggles.
“Oh, yeah okay. Laugh it up.” Tongue in his cheek, trying not to give himself away. It was good to hear your laughter. Opposed to the tears you'd been shedding the last couple of times he's seen you.
He turned, dragging his finger through the frosting of another cake and holding it up.
“Paybacks a bitch, Peach.” Wiggling it toward you.
“No, Steve. No.” You started to back up but were caught in the corner of the counter. Nowhere to run as he advanced toward you.
He quickly grabbed the wrist that was still holding onto the chocolatey cake so you couldn't use it against him, as you tried to push him away, but his arms were longer than yours, hand pressed to his chest, still protesting. Easily maneuvering, he plopped the frosting at the end of your nose.
“There now we're even.” His laughter rang out, but he didn't make an attempt to pull away just yet wondering if you were going to try to keep this little game going.
You smiled, watching the way his eyes crinkled with his big, bright grin but then it suddenly felt too hot in the small space. His chest expands with each breath, warm beneath your fingers. All too aware when his laughter faded, and you were left staring at each other.
“Steve?” You asked, almost breathless.
“Yeah?” He searched your eyes for an answer. Anything to give him the go ahead.
“You can let go of my wrist now.”
“Right, sorry.” He let go, but you still felt his lingering warmth. He'd touched you countless times before but this felt different.
You reached for the napkins beside you, wiping the frosting from your nose. He stood there watching you until you pressed the napkin to his face, wiping the remnants from him as well. He exhaled a little loudly, as if he had been holding his breath.
He backed up, but you grabbed his forearm, holding his gaze, his caramel, mossy lined eyes staring back at you curiously.
You didn't realize the moment you inched forward, but your feet and body seemed to be moving on their own accord.
“Steve?” Inching forward still.
“Yeah?” He swallowed, eyes darting down to your lips and back up.
“Do… you want to kiss me?” Coming out a little raspy.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” He asked, hesitantly reaching his hands up to rest on your hips.
Your hand travels to his cheek, stubble prominent from the day scratching at your palm as your thumb barely traces his bottom lip. Hearing his breath hitch sends you into overdrive.
His fingertips find the exposed skin at your side as your (his) hoodie rides up, gripping just a little harder onto your plush, warm skin.
You're telling yourself to stop, but the back of your mind is telling you to dive, to fall headfirst because he'll be there to catch you, no matter what happens.
Your nose finally grazes his, chests pressing together. You close your eyes, lips grazing his as you speak.
“Is this what you want?”
His only answer is closing the small distance between you.
The moment your lips meet it feels like they tell you how it's supposed to feel in all those fairytales and movies. All those stories could never prepare you for the reality of it. Like it was always meant to be.
It was warm sunshine on your skin after winter’s long embrace. Heating you from the inside out.
His lips are softer than you expected, faintly tasting of the cherry Chapstick he always keeps in the car, as your lips mold perfectly to his.
He gently tilts his head, nose pushed into your cheek. He’s pulling your hips into his, tongue grazing your bottom lip, a silent plea as you grant him the access he so desperately craves.
He's dreamt of this very moment more times than he would like to admit.
He's hoping, praying it isn't a dream he's going to wake up from at any moment. He's barely had a taste and can't get enough. He'll never have enough of you.
His mind's racing, your lips, tongue, the way you taste. It's all he can think about.
Your tongues glide along one another, as your hand reaches the nape of his neck, trying to pull him closer as he backs you up into the counter.
Your kiss gets a little more needy, pulling at each other.
Pushing his hips into yours, his hard length presses into your lower stomach as he swallows another wanton moan drawn from you.
He surprises you when his hands suddenly wander to your ass kneading a moment before hauling you up quickly to sit on the counter making you break away from him with a loud squeak, hanging onto his neck.
He easily slots himself between your parted thighs bringing his forehead to yours, gently squeezing the plush of your hips, then moving to rest his hands on each of your thighs. Thumbs rubbing softly across your bare skin, just skimming under the fabric of your thin shorts.
His eyes were blown wide, as he stared down at you. The caramel mossy irises now just a small ring, rimmed around the almost black pools full of lust mixed with adoration.
“Is… is this, okay?” He asks, giving you an out.
“Yeah, Stevie. It's better than okay.” You rake your fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face.
“I.." "we" you both began.
Laughing at the absurdity of it all. This was Steve, your best friend for the better part of your lives but it was suddenly a little stifling.
You felt bashful under his gaze. Cheeks heating at the possibilities of what might come next.
You wanted him. All of him. Knowing right then and there that one night would never be enough with him.
Grabbing the front of his shirt, you pulled him forward with ease as your lips meet once more. The timidness long gone; you were both greedy. In dire need of more.
Your hands grasp the fabric in your hold, as his begin to roam. Up past your thighs, landing on your hips once more. Trailing up a little further under the hoodie, his fingers found your exposed waist. The soft touch sending goosebumps across your flesh and a little spark to your core making you release a breathy moan that made him grin into your kiss, knowing just his touch could pull those sweet little sounds from you.
His thumb grazed the underside of your breast, making you keen into his touch, craving more, rolling your hips forward looking for a little friction.
Realizing you weren't wearing a bra underneath, he groans, pulling away slightly as if asking for permission, searching your face for any hesitation. You nod quickly, unable to hide your desperation.
His lips found your jaw as his large hand engulfed you fully under your shirt, kneading you softly before his thumb grazes over your nipple causing it to peak stiffly under his touch.
“Fuck, Steve.” You whine out, pushing your chest further into his palm, your head falling back, exposing more of your throat to him.
His lips find a sweet spot right below your jaw, sucking lightly before soothing it with his hot tongue.
You slowly move your hand down his chest and abdomen, hesitating just a moment before you find the outline of his stiff cock beneath his jeans. He hisses lowly as you palm him, breath hitching, hips bucking on their own, as he stops his current ministrations.
“Peach, I… fuck…” his forehead meets yours, arm curling around your waist, pulling you toward him as your core finally meets him.
You roll your hips into his, clit catching on the denim through the fabric that separates you so cruelly, wrapping your legs around his lithe waist holding him there as you moan in unison.
You look up at him through your lashes, he looks as wrecked as you feel, and he hasn't even touched you where you need him the most.
His eyes are closed tightly, brow pinched, and lips parted, releasing a shaky exhale.
“Steve?” You ask.
“Hmmm? Yeah?” Finally looking at you.
“Bedroom?” You smile, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Yes. Fuck, please.” He nodded, helping you down from the counter. Your body pressed tightly to his as you slid down.
He grinned that soft, lopsided smile as you took his hand in yours pulling him out of the kitchen. He held onto you tightly as you raced up the stairs, giggling like a couple of horny teens.
Pushing your bedroom door open, you swallowed the lump that seemed to be stuck in your throat, as he hesitated at the threshold. An invitation to your bedroom meant more than just sleeping over as friends.
There was a line drawn that you were about to cross. It would mean something more, be something more.
Kissing him had been toeing the line, this would be jumping headfirst.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked whether for you or him you weren't sure.
"I'm sure. I want you, Steve. I… I need you.”
He crossed the threshold, kicking the door shut behind as he entered. Closing the small distance between you in just a few short strides.
One arm snaked around your back, the other palm to your cheek, fingers extending into your hair.
He pulled your face close, nose gliding down the slope of yours as your forehead met his. You moved your hands, one to his bicep and the other on top of the hand that held your cheek.
"Say it again, please." His lips grazed your top lip as he spoke. Wanting to take your mouth fully but he needed to hear those words once more. Making sure it's what you want. Confirming you want this just as badly as he does.
"Steve, I want you. I want all of you.”
That was all it took. His lips met yours once more. A searing kiss but had you begging for more. It was sloppy, teeth and tongues clashing.
He moved forward into your space, your hips meeting his. Taking the hint, you started to walk backwards toward the bed all the while, your lips massaged across his.
When you reach the edge of the bed, he guides you back to lay down. Caging you in. Slotting himself between your thighs as he pressed his clothed length where you need it the most, rolling his hips slightly.
He suddenly stops, body a little rigid and huffs out a small laugh fanning out across your face.
“What? What is it?” Searching his features, a little dopey smile as he pinched his nose.
"Fuck. I uh…," he giggled then. "I don't have a condom; not like I've had any action in… oh I don't know. How old is Maddie, again?"
You lightly smacked his arm and laughed out as well.
It was so sweet, watching him struggle with the words but you weren't any better off.
You looked at him, all innocent eyes when you spoke.
“Thank God for birth control, right? I'm on the pill Steve. You can even cum in me, if you want.”
His dick throbbed with your words, as he buried his head into your neck and groaned.
“You can't say shit like that. I'm already so fucking hard.”
“I know, I can tell. Now take your clothes off.” Nipping lightly at his jaw.
In one swift motion, he sits back on his heels, pulling his shirt over his head. You can't help but admire his bronzed body, still kissed by the summer sun. You've seen him shirtless plenty of times, but it was like seeing him for the first time in a new light.
Your eyes follow the hair from his chest down to the top of his jeans.
“Your turn.” He smirks, as he helps you sit up, taking it upon himself to find the hem of his hoodie and pull it up slowly over your body.
The moment you can't see, hoodie up over your eyes, your chest is exposed. You hear his breath hitch just a moment before you feel his lips latch to your pert nipple. So caught off guard, you barely wrenched the fabric off of your head letting out an obscenely loud moan as he lays you back on the mattress.
“Fuck, Steve.” Your hands find his hair and tugs as he moves to the other, swirling his tongue over you. His hand glides down your soft stomach slipping past the top of your shorts.
You suck in a breath, as his fingers brush past your clit, delving between your already soaked folds making your back arch off the bed with a whine.
His mouth leaves you with a pop.
“You're soaked, honey.” He grins, pulling his hand away, placing his lips back across your chest.
“Tease,” you cry out as he smiles against your skin.
He pulls back once more, hooking his fingers into your shorts, pulling them down and tossing them somewhere across the room. He takes a moment to appreciate you. Eyes not sure where to land.
“You're so beautiful, Peach.” He hums, getting up to pull his own pants off. He unbuttons them, locking eyes with yours, pushing them and his boxers down in one swift motion.
You knew he was big, but all those rumors from high school were true, he was huge. Your mouth hung open just a little, as you watched him spit into his palm bringing it back down to tug on his stiff cock. He was long and thick, curving slightly upward. His ruddy tip leaking a pearly bead of precum, as his thumb glides over the top smearing it back down his length.
“Fuck, Steve.” The sight has your cunt clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.
He crawls back over you, pushing your thighs apart, so he can see your pussy on full display for him. Your folds glisten with your slick, making his cock kick up at the sight before him.
“All that for me? Fuck… Peach, I'm going to be honest with you. I need to feel you, I need to be inside of you but I'm probably not going to last.”
You giggle at his confession, endearing as it was.
“It's okay, I need you too. Please, just fuck me, Steve.”
Your words, your body, everything has such an effect on him. He's afraid as soon as he gets in he's going to blow his load right then and there.
He leaned in to kiss you once more. Less feverish, less needy. Languidly his lips move against yours. Tongues intertwined, tasting and taking from each other all you were willing to give.
He was leaned up on one arm by your head, reaching between you both, fingers dancing across your slit before pushing through your folds, easing into your entrance.
Your head flew back at the sudden intrusion, mouth going slack, as he began to circle your clit with his thumb pumping his fingers slightly.
“So fucking tight, I… fuck. I need you.”
He pulled his fingers away, taking hold of himself and slid it in between your folds. Bumping your clit, once, twice, three times, moaning out his name. He could die a happy man hearing you so breathless for him just for him.
He lined himself up with your entrance. The tip slightly breaching, already feeling like he's going to split you open.
He pressed in, inch by inch, already keening into him from the feeling of his girth breaching your walls, filling you completely. You moaned into each other's mouths. No longer kissing, exchanging short, labored breaths.
Your eyes were closed, relishing in the stretch, the slight burn trying to accommodate him as he bottomed out.
"Steve," you breathed out.
"Mmmm, yeah?" Almost too gone in the feeling of you.
"You can move." You giggled, as he groaned again.
"Yeah, just… I need just a minute." He breathed out, a little ragged. Trying to compose himself.
You let out a small giggle as you nodded.
"Don't, I can feel you moving when you laugh. You're clenching me.”
"Sorry, Stevie." You kissed his forehead, at the same time he moved his hips, withdrawing almost all the way before sheathing himself back in, burying himself completely.
Whatever you were about to say, died on your lips as you gasped, the feeling knocking the breath from you.
He set a pace that had you both moaning. You gripped his shoulders to ground yourself in the feeling of him.
"Oh God, Steve. Y'… You feel so good." He wasn't rushing, his pace near languid. You could feel every ridge and vein moving within your walls.
He hummed in response.
"You feel so much better than I could have imagined. So fucking tight, so fucking warm."
"You thought about this alot, hmm?" You quipped.
"Yeah, yeah. I have." He kissed your lips once more. A peck before slightly picking up the pace.
In and out. In and out. The heat in your belly started to pool. He was stimulating that spot within you with each pass, as your cunt fluttered around him.
“Fuck, are… are you close?” He hissed out, hips starting to lose their rhythm.
“Yeah, but I know you are too. Cum in me Steve.”
Your words hurdled him over the edge. His lower stomach tightened as he began to spill within you. Thick ropes of his cum painted your walls. A few more languid thrusts, he stilled. Falling forward, chests pressed impossibly close. He let his head fall in the juncture of your neck.
You reached up, fingers playing with his hair lightly at the nape of his neck.
“I'm so sorry. You… I thought you might be closer. It's just been so long, and you felt so fucking good.” Coming out a little muffled, lips pressed to your skin.
“Steve,” you pressed on his chest, “it's okay.”
“No, no. It's not. Can I taste you? I just want you to feel good too.” Sitting up, his face lit up at the prospect.
“Yeah, but you just came…”
“It's ok baby, just lay back. I'll take care of you.” His lips curled into a devilish smirk, as he finally pulled out his softening cock. His spend leaking slowly out of you, onto the sheets below.
“God, you're a mess baby.”
He pulled your legs apart, pushing himself onto the mattress, face so close to where you wanted him. His broad palm held one thigh, as he began trailing light kisses to the other.
“Please, don't tease me.” You whined, as his tongue licked a broad strip up your folds, the tip circling your clit, effectively cutting you off.
“Oh fuck, Steveeeee.” You whined out, hips bucking up, as he pushed you back down, pinning you in place.
His lips sucked your clit harshly, tongue swirling over the bundle of nerves setting you a blaze, humming as you tugged his tousled locks.
His finger circled your entrance, a mixture of his cum and your arousal making it easy to slip his finger in, pulling it back and quickly adding another.
He began pumping, then curling upward to reach that spot that would have you seeing stars in no time.
“Oh, Steve.” Breathless, as you brought your hands up to your breasts pinching your nipples. It didn't go unnoticed, as he groaned watching you.
“Fuck, your perfect,” he murmured into your pussy. Quickly pressing his tongue back to you moving rapidly, fingers continuing their assault against your frontal wall.
“Right… right there. Don't stop!” He kept the pace, lifting his eyes to watch you come undone.
Your eyes fluttered closed, brows pinched tight with concentration. You were so close now.
A few more licks and fingertips brushing that perfect spot, you gasped out. It felt like you were on fire from the inside out. It was pure bliss as those fireworks flew behind your eyes.
“That's it, baby. Come on my fingers. Come f’me.”
He worked you through it, until you had to push his mouth away.
He slowly crawled up to lay beside you as you tried to slow your heavy breathing, opening your eyes to him grinning wide, a sheen of arousal still coated his chin before he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
“Hi,” turning onto your side to face him as he does the same.
“Hi. Was… was that, ok?” He asked a little sheepishly.
“That was amazing, Stevie.” You giggled. “You might have to work on your stamina a little.”
He grabbed a pillow and threw it at you, laughing out, hauling you into his chest. The laughter subsided as you stared up at him, hand splayed over his heart.
“Peach, I hope this isn't a one-time thing… Fuck.” He rolled over on his back, covering his face with his hands, as he groaned. You could tell he was at odds with himself.
Reaching up, you tugged his wrist lightly.
“Hey, look at me. I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here. With you. You… don't regret it, do you?” Sinking into yourself at the thought.
“God no. I… I just… I'm in love with you. I think I've always been in love with you. I don't think I can go back to the way things were… if this… if you…” He closed his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh, ready for a letdown.
“I know, Stevie. I want this. I want us. You, me and Maddie. I can't imagine my life without you. I love you, Steve Harrington. I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it.”
His raised up, eyes softening at your admission. Hand coming to cradle your head, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Nodding, as your lips meet.
After what felt like hours of talking, he slowly fucked you into the mattress. The urgency was no longer there, and you were free to explore each other slowly.
Whispering “I love yous”, kissing, touching. Seemingly making up for lost time.
He watched you fall apart beneath him as his cock split you open, spilling inside of you once more soon after.
As you laid beside each other, coming down from your highs, he whispered in the dark.
“Can I keep you?”
Your answer came with a kiss, wanting nothing more than to always be his.
You finally pulled yourselves away from bed, thoroughly spent. Showering together and then making it back down to the kitchen for cold spaghetti, long forgotten between confessions and a love drunk haze. You made sure he got a cupcake this time.
With full bellies and full hearts, you snuggled in close to him. Pressed into his side with your head on his chest.
You were happy, with a man that you were undoubtedly in love with, jumping in headfirst.
The sun brought soft kisses in between the sheets, reluctantly untangling yourselves knowing that Robin would be dropping Maddie by soon.
You sipped coffee together and cuddled close on the couch before making breakfast. It all came so naturally for the both of you.
He couldn't keep his hands off of you. Soft touches to your lower back as he passed by. Squeezing softly at your hips as he came up behind you, pressing his lips to your temple and you couldn't get enough.
The door opened just as you were about to sit down for your meal, tiny feet running quickly through the house.
“Peachhhhh! Daddyyyy!” Maddie yelled, bounding into the kitchen. Bright eyes and chubby cheeks, as she ran straight over to you.
“Hey baby!” Hugging her tightly to your chest as you picked her up. “Did you have a good time with Bobby?”
“Yeah, she let me stay up til’ late an… an then we eat popcorn, but I missed you.” She threw her small arms around your neck.
“Hey!” Robin walked in, throwing Steve a sideways glance.
He just grinned and took a sip of coffee, looking down at his cup as his cheeks heated, turning the slightest shade of pink.
“Well?” She asked, already knowing the answer with his flustered appearance.
“Uh, yeah, Rob. We uh… finally had that talk.” He said, leaning back on the counter, smirking toward you.
“Well, we are going to talk all about this. Not right now of course. Oh my God. I can't believe you finally did it! Steve, you look really happy, and I can tell by that grin you got la…” Slapping a hand over her mouth, realizing what she almost said in front of tiny ears.
“I mean you got… lasagna… Yeah.”
“Nice save, Rob.” You snorted, sitting Maddie down as she ran over to Steve. “He did get spaghetti though.”
“Is that… is that supposed to be code for something?” She looked confused between the two of you. “You know what, never mind. I'm leaving. I'll call later. Bye Maddie!” She called over her shoulder.
You turned, grabbing your coffee and looked over to Steve and Maddie chatting away in the corner. She was telling him all about her night, with big enthusiastic giggles.
Her big hazel eyes and fluffy morning hair, mirroring his perfectly.
He was so focused on her, face lit up with every little detail he didn't notice the way you were staring at them.
A little teary eyed, you were so full of happiness as you watched them. Ready to start a new journey with these people you loved.
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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans Series Rec List
thought i’d make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this list🫶🏻 i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near future💖💘💞
Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby
“Steve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. You’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. You’re convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)”
Wicked Games - @evansbby
Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?
What A World - @onsunnyside
S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]
Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You - @dbnightingale24
Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?
Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513
When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.
Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513
You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home. Moving in above your brother in law's garage. Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.
Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)
His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks
you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.
Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight
Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.
Finding Home - @navybrat817
Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)
Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut
y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.
No Better Than Beast’s - @lokislastlove
You’re an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing… but it’s a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)
Doppelgänger - @boxofbonesfic
Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)
Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl
your relationship with ransom and his insane family.
Brooklyn’s Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000
Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.
Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000
She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.
Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007
A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.
Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes
loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.
A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24
Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?
Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie
Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?
The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby
When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
Planet Evans Universe - @astranva
In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)
Don’t Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)
Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers
You’re called the Vixen because you were HYDRA’s favorite creation. You’re very hard to catch, and once you are, it’s even harder to keep you.
Let’s Ride - @starryevermore
You’re a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)
Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin
Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Boston’s underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isn’t looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.
Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes
You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)
Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch
Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.
A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey
the leaves are changing—green fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant red—and the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers
Wilford’s Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Wilford places you in Curtis’ care so he can impregnate you.
In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory
One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?
Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog
The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.
Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe
In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?
Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren
A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.
Love On The Brain - @howardpotts
You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)
Flamingo King - @onsunnyside
The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?
Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll
AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)
This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog
You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.
Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark
On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)
Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup
Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.
Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger
Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie
steve rogers has always been america’s golden boy, leading earth’s mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so it’s only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.
Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby
Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
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love me forever, eddie my love
eddie munson x reader
summary: early mornings, whispers prosed into promises of evermore, eddie takes care of your tired soul, all while indulging in the love you give to him.
word count: 3, 555
warnings: SMALL DESCRIPTIONS OF SMUT (MINORS DNI, OR SKIP THE ITALIZED PART), nudity but no nsfw, fluff, slight angst at the end, eating cereal horribly, and a shit ton of fluff
a/n: rushed bc i wanted to write him again. i PROMISE i'm posting that mcu!peter next then steve harrington. hope you all enjoy!
MASTERLIST
There’s a peaceful wave of melody when it comes to birds chirping in the early morning outside the trailer. The warm sun filters through the thin blinds, lending a liberating glow in the Tartarean aspect of his chamber. The duvet is soft against your bare skin, wrapped around your tangled limbs on the bed created for things holy and unholy – a bed for the angel and the devil.
The smell of his hair evades you. Fresh, cigarettes and apples, and you. A leg over his and a leg over yours as an unconscious sign of trust and comfort between two divine lovers. Both arms around your tired frame as an act of protection and salubrious possession; and slumbering lips on the crowd of your head as a saying of reverential devotion.
A sacred moment hours after a wicked affair—
Your face dug deep on the bed, ass up and back arched as his comforting hand caressed your waist and sweaty back, hips slamming against yours while his cock dug deep inside your puffy cunt. All wet and sticky from mixed arousals.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he’d growl, his hair sticking to his neck and face. “Taking my cock, huh? Greedy fucking girl,” a spank on your ass, reverberating against his torso. You moan loudly, clutching the sheets beneath you. His balls pound on your clit, the head of his dick bulging on your navel at each animalistic thrust.
You push yourself back to him in sync of his fucking, his other hand coming up to tangle itself in your hair and pull your head up. He leans down and kisses up your back to your neck, turning your face to kiss your swollen lips.
All while his hips continue to slam into yours. Until his cum paints your insides white and yours sheathing his cock. He moans and so do you, loud and harmonic in this burning bedroom—
—where his heart’s got a wild sovereignty on yours. A rather calumnious festival, heard not seen by neighbors. But neither of you care, because it’s not like anyone cares about the both of you anyway; it’s all just their selfish wants.
Beside you, he groans, moving to his back but keeping an arm beneath your neck as he rubs his eyes with his forearm. You blink a couple of times, eyesight adjusting to the sun-lit bedroom of your boyfriend. His biceps flex, chest risen to an exhale of being waken, face scrunched into a cute stretch.
Then he faces you again, wrapping his arm around your waist where his fingers reach the ends of your hair and twirls it around his ring-clad limbs.
He sees your half-lidded eyes and smiles. “Good morning,”
“Good morning, Eddie,” you smile. You admire way the skin around his face crinkles when he smiles, deep lines of serenity. With an aching hand do you reach up to push his bangs away from his forehead, now lacking the previous sweat from last night. Eddie stares at you with a soft smile and wide doe eyes staring deep into your equivocal soul. Post-sex glow fits him well, makes him look innocent and cherubic beneath your sinning touch.
“Post-sex glow fits you well,” he murmurs, voice doused in lethargy. So maybe you too. The hand around your waist comes up to cup your face, left cheek carried by his rough palm.
Eddie can’t resist kissing you. And he does – begins his pathway to your forehead, creeping his soft lips on both your eyelids until they drag down to your creased cheeks to which formed from a silly smile; the bridge of your nose to the tip of your nose in a cute tempo, until he takes your top lips into his in a gradual kiss, like he’s savoring the moment.
You break away in a soft click, lips tasting of him. “Thank you,” your hand comes up to hold his wrist, feeling his calm pulse beneath your thumb. You kiss him again, just because.
“Jus’ basic knowledge, sweetheart,” Eddie wraps his leg around yours, closer, soft cock grazing your navel. “You look good post-anything. Pre-anything. You look beautiful anytime.”
“Flirt,” you turn your head away, his hand coming up to rest on top of your face. He feels the warmth on your face and giggles at your flustered reaction. His fingers dig a bit on the side of your face, like he’s puncturing them with his short nails. “Eddie,”
“Whaaat?” Eddie shakes your head, doesn’t stop until you look at him. You give him a look, the hand coming up behind his head, the other still beneath you“Not my fault you get to shy easily,”
You moan petulantly, creeping closer to dig your head on his chest. Eddie laughs, the un-metal like music vibrating on his chest and comforts your sleepy daze. He hugs you tightly. “‘M hungry, Eds.”
“In a minute, babe,” you feel his nose on your hairline, and you hear him smell your hair. “I’m still enjoying this. You smell so amazing. Like – like a baby, or something. It’s so amazing.”
You run a hand down his hair, fingers carding down until you untangle them. “You can smell me later when you give me food, Edward.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Laughing, you push your face away from his naked chest and prop yourself up on one arm. Your body still feels sore, and even propping yourself up took a lot of energy. Your arm shakes, struggles to hold your head up, but anything to look down on Eddie and see him look up at you with those forever curious eyes.
“Still sore?” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and you find yourself doing the same. “Can see your arm shaking. You must be so tired.”
“Yeah. Well you try getting fucked from behind like an animal, babe,” you roll your eyes. Eddie chuckles again, hand coming down to massage your naked bicep. “We used a condom last night, right?”
Eddie glances behind him, comes back with frightened eyes. “Um,”
“Eddie?!”
“I’m kidding,” his face softens, blocks his face from your hand that’s come to playfully strike his arm. “‘Course I used a condom. If I didn’t, you’d probably have a little Munson right in your stomach.”
You let your head fall on the pillow. “It’s too soon.”
“Yeah. We still got that Corroded Coffin world tour to do. A baby’s gonna stop us from doing that,” but Eddie’s hand comes up and down your waist to your stomach, as if caressing a non-existent bump.
“I can’t jump up and down with a baby in my stomach, y’know?” Eddie scrunches his nose at you. “It’s gonna fall down my vagina.”
He shudders in disgust. “Gross.”
Eddie digs his face onto the crook of your neck. You can feel the exhale of his nose against your flesh. His morning hugs, in your opinions, are the best of all his hugs – tired but motivated by your presence, tight in a way that says he’s never letting you go, sweet in a way that says he adores you more than anything else in this world. It’s the type of hug that makes you feel safe, comforted, especially in moments where you feel like a rock’s pulling you down to the bottom of the ocean.
Especially then.
In his arms is of a benevolent sanctuary. Providing you the love you crave for, the attention you deserve. Being in his abode is a well enough sign that you’re so much more to him.
In that blissful hug, he pulls away just to look at you again. Eddie’s hand comes down to soothe your thigh. “I think I forgot to clean you up last night,”
“We fell asleep right after, bub,” you say. “We’re actually still both sticky. It’s gross and we need to shower, to be honest.”
“We’ll shower later. I’ll wipe you down first,” he gives your forehead a quick kiss before he’s pushing the covers off his body. Sitting up, his back stretches to rid the sleep of his body, until they muster up the energy to stand him up to the ground. He picks out a new pair of briefs off the cabinet nearby and wears them quickly.
Eddie catches you eyeing his dick and smiles teasingly. “Tsk tsk. It’s eight in the morning and you’re staring at a dick, (y/n)? Perv.”
You gasp. “Oh, I’m the perv? Who was the one who kept rubbing their hard-on on my ass because I was wearing a skirt, huh? Feel that babe? I’m so hard and horny for you! Forget your stupid homework.” You mock his voice, deeper than his usual.
“In my defense, that skirt was like, halfway down your ass.”
“It’s because I was bending.”
“Still!” He bends to pick up your underwear, dangles them in front of you. “Cute panties, babe. It kind of represents me, with the cute little devils and shit.”
“Eds, you chose those,” you sit up and rest on the headboard, covering the duvet around you. He rummages more to pick out new undergarments and tosses them to you, pulling two other shirts but keeps them folded on top of the cabinet. “Remember when you ripped mine off?”
“It was kind of sexy, though, admit it,” he winks. “Wait, don’t put them on, give me a second.”
He disappears outside his bedroom for a few seconds before he comes back with a washcloth in his hand. Eddie crawls to the bed, the bedsprings squeaking from his weight. And while he quietly asks for you to remove the cover off, his hand gently holds your ankle and spreads your legs apart.
“Baby, you’re still swollen,” he murmurs. Eddie kisses your knee and drags the cloth on the inside of your thigh. “Was I too rough last night, sweets?”
“A bit, yeah,” you wince when he presses a bit harder on your cunt, a kiss on your thigh as an apology. “But I – I liked it. It’s fine.”
“Yeah, bet you did,” Eddie shakes his head in disbelief. He drags the cloth up to your navel, to your stomach where he meticulously wipes ever part, even to your exposed chest, bathing you with a simple rag. But he doesn’t wipe your face, instead encasing your small head between his large fingers and looks at you.
His eyes dance on every ridge of your face. Gentle eyes that know him for who he truly is, ones that have seen him in his happiest, in his lowest, when he’s mad. Gentle eyes that look at him as if he’s worth something. Lips that whisper the sweetest thing at nights when, and even when he doesn’t need it, makes him feel sufficient in this cruel world. Lips that he begs to kiss every minute and every second of the day to let everyone know that you’re the angel in his dark world.
Eddie sits up and takes a shirt from behind him – large, black with the DIO logo on the top. “Hands up,” he instructs you. Slowly, you oblige. He slips the shirt on easily, and gives your nose a feather light kiss before he discards the rag inside the bathroom.
He returns with a pair of new jeans – black and ripped, pale knees exposed through the broken threads. Eddie’s also got a new pair of underwear, yours, in the other hand is a box of Honeycomb and two bottles of Yoo-hoo. He sets the cereal aside, hands pulling on your ankles and slips your feet in both holes before he pulls them up for you.
“I can wear them by myself, y’know,” you wave your foot around his face.
“I prefer doing it for you, gorgeous,” he blows a kiss at you. Eddie picks the Honeycomb from the ground and offers you, where you gladly took like a hungry child. He watches you chew on them, a large cluster shoved inside your mouth, only to be watered down by the chocolate drink – a thing you picked up from eating breakfast almost every morning with your boyfriend. “Slow down. You’ll choke,”
He wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, cleaning it off by sucking the milk off his skin. “Don’t tell me what to do,” you joke, mouthful of damp Honeycomb.
“Ah?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at you before he takes the box from your hands. He shoves a large amount inside his mouth like a hypocrite, drowns the dry breakfast with chocolate milk just like you did. “You don’t get more, then.”
“Hey, I’m kidding!” you reach forward to helplessly grab the box off his hands. You expect him to wrestle with you, but he knows you’re tired still and offers you the box. “I’ll eat slow this time,”
With a smile, he gives you the box and stands up. Eddie struts his way to the guitar on his mirror, taking it off and slinging it around him; it must have been his short attention span that he’s suddenly decided to play his guitar early in the morning. You smile while chewing, and he points at you as if you were at one of his shows, dedicating whatever song he plays.
Motörhead’s Love Me Forever’s first verse plays, the lack of amplifier making it sound like an acoustic. Eddie looks down on his hands that switch between chords complicated for you, bobbing his head on each tempo.
“Love me forever or not at all
End of our tether, backs to the wall,”
Though his primary genre is metal, Eddie's voice is that of a dulcet resonance. Pitch flawless at any octave; Eddie can lull you with any made-up lullaby at any insomniac night with a hand massaging your scalp, pulling you closer to his body. It’s your own personal harp – your own music. And if you could, you’d like to keep him to yourself forever.
“Give me your hand, don’t you ever ask why
Promise me nothing, live ‘till we die,”
Eddie sits beside you, red guitar on his lap, and urges you to straddle his knees. Just enough where his hands can still pluck on the strings. Your bare thighs scrape on his knees as you sit on them, clad only in his shirt and a pair of panties that you left long ago. Your hands play with his hair, his eye lined to your nose so he’s looking up at you with his pretty eyes, an admiring twinkle in them as they stare into yours.
“Everything changes, it’s all the same,” you sing with him, voice coalescing perfectly as your fingers coif his hair. Eddie leans close and kisses you chastely, lets you sing the next line alone in the quiet room. “Everyone guilty, no one to blame,”
“Every way out brings you back to the start, everyone dies to break someone’s heart,” with bangs parted in the middle, you press your lips on his forehead. Eddie closes his eyes and hums in satisfaction, a hand leaving his guitar to place itself on your back to prevent you from falling.
You admire his tattoos – five bats, a puppet – like Master of Puppets by Metallica – and other black tattoos that signify Eddie. Your fingers kiss the permanent art, eyes worshiping the inked skin.
You pull away to squish his face between your hands, cheeks pushed together that his lips are puckered. Eddie widens his eyes at you. “You’re clingier than usual,” you confess.
“What? You don’t like it?” his eyes fall into an umbra of disquiet, but tries to fool you with the squished smile. “Little Elf does not accept the Dungeon Master’s devotion? His heart’s demolished!”
Eddie teases you in his usual DM voice, deep and supposedly haunting. But you laugh and shake your head, placing your hands on his shoulders. “This is about yesterday, isn’t it?”
It dawns on you, just seconds ago, that your boyfriend doesn’t usually indulge in sweeter moments other than cleaning you up and offering you breakfast, but never before singing you a song early in the morning.
It must have been because of what happened – Hawkins’s students muttering freak under their breath whenever he’d passed by, which he disregards as something he’s already used to but really you both know it hurts him, tattooing it in his mind as a taunt and an insult that’ll forever taunt him.
Yesterday was no different, however, took a masked toll on him. Freak muttered by at least four kids, less than the usual, and he remains unbothered. Until he heard that some asshat from the Basketball team plans on making the move on you, and that they’d prefer him than a freak for some girl like you.
And he thinks, sadly, that you might have thought the same. And so he’s trying his best to be better – sweeter – for you. Just like what he thought you wanted. Because the guilt’s eating him up alive, wrapping it around his neck to keep him still and gnawing on his flesh. So here he is, playing a song for you in the morning with all his might, and the heartwarming smile on your face eases the tension in his chest.
That was, until, you brought it up.
“What are you talking about?” you lean back a bit as he removes his guitar and onto the bed beside him. Eddie acts casual, pretends he’s got no idea what you’re saying. “Why what happened yesterday? Did someone hurt you?”
“We go to the same school, Eds. We hear the same gossip.” You clarify. “I know you heard it. About McKinney planning on asking me out. And how people say-”
“That he’s better fitting for you?” he finishes. “Yeah I heard it. Guilty,” he chuckles dryly, avoiding your eyes in shame. “Y’know, they’re kind of right.”
You remove your hands from him, instead on his thighs. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, he’s a normal guy. In the basketball team, friends with popular guys, good looking,” He lists them off with three fingers, raising his eyebrows at each declaration. You take Eddie’s hand into yours and pull it down.
“Are you saying you don’t…fit, with me?”
Your small voice breaks his heart, no doubt, but he only thinks he’s stating the truth. “I mean, am I not? I’m a freak, (y/n). I’ve – I have always been. You’re special, unlike anybody else, and yet here you are with me, Hawkins High’s legendary freak.”
“Eddie, I don’t care,” You pull on his fingers, twirling the rings around as a comforting manner. “You think I would have dated you if I thought you were some psycho?”
“Babe, I said freak, not psycho. Those are two different things-”
“Semantics!”
“They’re-” he laughs, a wheeze. “They’re not semantics-”
“I don’t care, Eddie.” You take his face into your hands, palms small but face fitting well like a key to a lock. “I don’t care. What even made you think this way?”
Baneful overthinking. Realization. Normal Eddie Munson stuff. “Because I am a freak,” he takes your hands off, but places his own on your waist to keep you in place. “And I just think you deserve so much better.”
“What, you think I want to be with those pretentious assholes?” you scoff. “They’re so boring, Eddie. I’d be miserable the entire time I’m with them. They’re basic, they’re two-faced. I don’t want to be with them.”
Eddie chuckles. “That’s mean.”
“Well they’re mean, and I can be meaner,” you raise your eyebrows. “You know I can be meaner, Eddie.”
He remembers. You can be meaner. And as much as that laughable memory paints a smile on his face, it’s the least of what he’s thinking right now. “But do you actually think that I’m a freak? Just because I’m the leader of this club? Or – or I listen to metal or I’ve got long hair, or I sell drugs?”
“What, you wanna be like them?” you push his hair away out of his face. “I mean, being a freak is the best, Eddie. You’ve got personality. You’re way awesome than Jason Carver and his pale ass. It’s what makes you…you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nod, standing up and taking his hand with you. “You’re my Eddie, Eddie.”
Eddie takes your waist into his hand, the other taking your hand to rest on his shoulder. And while he raises your other joint fingers, he finds himself resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes.
“Eddie I love you so,” he smiles at your voice, like a harp sitting on a cloud in heaven that pulls him up from hell. He kisses your joint hands, on your knuckle. “Eddie please write one more line,”
He spins you around, tugs you back to his chest where your temple rests on a tattoo right above his left chest. He kisses the top of your head, like earlier, and hums along with you.
“Tell me your love is still only mine. Please Eddie don’t make me wait too long.”
In the middle of his small bedroom, swaying to your voice and eternal music inside your tethered minds, he unveils your soul then like he always does and loves it in forbearance. The moment an insignia from the quiet prosed promises you made to each other but kept to yourselves:
“I love you,” he whispers. “I promise to love you forever.”
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Evermore - e.m x f!reader/ s.h x f!reader
summary: Eddie loved you, he still loves you, but he’s not the man he was before.
tags/warnings: Kas!Eddie/Vampire Eddie, angst, fluff, implied sexual content, character death, bittersweet ending, allusion to pregnancy (very brief, if you squint).
relationships: Eddie Munson x Afab!Reader, Steve Harrington x Afab!Reader.
song suggestions (in order): lovely by billie eilish; evermore by josh groban; beautiful boy (darling boy) by john lennon
Eddie…well, he remembers.
He remembers those before moments clearly.
Those times of togetherness. Of you and him side by side in his bedroom, hands tied together, whispering confessions of love. Of your words, spinning in his mind, as you whisper stories to him in the night, your fingers in his hair and his around your waist.
He can still see your face.
The way you smile at him, the faces you make when you’re hurt, happy, when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. He can see them all. They’re clear as day still, as if they’re happening at present, an endless repeat in the back of his mind as he hunts—as he kills.
Because he’s no longer Eddie Munson.
No.
There's this otherness now. The mind he shares with this thing that resides in him. The monster. The creature that lurks in the shadows, that whispers of a deeper need, tells him to feed. The part of him that is enhanced, vision stronger, scent more refined, his hearing powerfully adept.
It’s the parts of him he’s most afraid of.
And yet he finds you that April evening, sitting before a little makeshift headstone in an open forest. You speak into the open air like you believe someone hears you, like someone’s listening.
He is, he supposes. He always is.
You’re sitting beside his Uncle Wayne, your head hung low, tears falling into decaying earth.
The world is full of rot now.
Hawkins is in four, and your heart is in two, and Eddie hides in the shadows because it’s best for the one.
He should be happy, he reminds himself, that the spirit of Henry, of Vecna, allows him these moments.
These moments of reprieve where his mind is his and he remembers all the things of his before—of a life that seems far away now.
A mere distant memory.
“I miss him.” Your words carry in the wind and curl around him, beckon him forth, but he never ventures further.
He’s not the man you knew.
Not anymore—never again.
*
His fingers long to touch you.
To reach out and grasp your hand as he watches from a distance when May burns bright.
You’re at the movies today with Dustin, Steve and Robin. You tip your head back in a laugh as they speak to you, but he knows it’s fake.
There’s a forced nature to the way you hold yourself. Your smile never quite reaches your eyes, the way you shift awkwardly on the spot, how you glance off into the distance.
You try and play it off as sincere, but Eddie knows.
You tell them you had fun, that you can’t wait for next time, that you’re happy you got to spend this time with them.
But when they’re gone, when you’ve returned to your home and creep up the stairs to your bedroom, Eddie sees through it all.
The way your forehead presses against your window, how you search into the distance in the way you used to when you were together. Longing, searching, begging for more.
You cry.
You cry so much lately and he wishes he could take that from you—this endless pain that sucks the life from you.
He misses you.
Gosh, he misses you so much.
But the shadows call, and he answers.
It’s safer this way.
*
You fell in love quickly, like many often do.
The first date was at the local diner, thighs slicked from nervousness and the summer heat against red vinyl, hearts all fluttery from excitement, his words a fumbled mess from his mouth because you were so pretty and he’d been wanting to ask you out for ages.
And with you there sitting across from him, all he could think was that, and he blurted out how pretty you are and his cheeks stained red because you bit your lip and averted your gaze and he assumed the whole thing was over.
But later that night it was all strawberry flavored kisses at your front doorstep, him nervous at first and you with this dangerous glint in your eye. He’d fall for it every time, and he told you as much, his forehead dropping down against yours to pull away and press a kiss to the tip of your nose.
He asked you, a little breathless, bitten with nervousness, “You wanna do this again sometime?”
And his heart felt like it had been punched in the best way when you’d crinkled your nose affectionately against his and whispered back, “Make out…or another date?”
“Both?” His stomach did that thing where it dropped out beneath him, but he’d thrown all caution to the wind at this point, because he liked you and you liked him and what a beautiful thing to know.
It was a summer love, Wayne had teased, as the weeks slipped on by in the lazy July heat. You spent nearly every day together, whether it was walking around town with ice cream cones in hand, hands stained vanilla and chocolate and rainbow colored sprinkles because you always talked for too long they started to melt, or in the back of his van at Lover’s Lake with a rolled joint shared between the two of you and nothing but time, hours spent in his bedroom where you talked until the moon grew high above the sky and a new day crept and you revealed all your thoughts and deepest secrets, a drive in movie with his friends from the band, where he’d introduced you as his girlfriend for the first time.
He immediately panicked, face hot and red, but you never corrected him. Instead, as the colors from the screen danced in the other boy’s eyes and they were distracted for a bit, you leaned over and kissed his cheek, and told him you accepted.
After that it was the kick start of his heart that first time he’d snuck through your bedroom window. Climbed up your trellis and nearly woke the neighbors as he careened into the room, leaves and other brush sticking out every which way from his hair. You’d giggled, all lyrical and bright, warning him he needed to be quiet. ‘Cause your parents were down the hall and you didn’t want to wake them, but you also really wanted to do this.
He wasn’t sure what to do, mentioned as much, just as you slipped your tank top from your shoulders and bared yourself to him. And he’d whispered a silent prayer, a curse under his breath, as he leaned forward and kissed you slowly, soundly, sweetly, walking you backward until you clambered across the bed and flopped down onto your back, staring up at him with a look in your eyes he’d never seen before.
But it was all for him, and relished in it as you whispered you loved him for the first time.
And what a beautiful thing, because no one had ever told him they loved him before. Not like that, not in the way one gives you a part of themselves, not as you handed your heart to him and he gave his right back.
Soon it was all pretty sighs and gasped moans against his mouth. It was hot flesh revealed as you helped rid himself of his clothes before he worked your shorts and underwear down your thighs, a hand curling around your kneecap as his hips settled against yours. It was a whimper and a plea of, “Need you, Eddie,” and a muffled cry as he pressed your head into his shoulder to stay quiet and slid inside inch by blessed inch for the first time.
And as he loved you in the night, closer than the two of you had ever been before, he promised himself it was forever.
Felt the first flicker of it deep within his chest as you shattered around him, babbling his name and telling him you loved him over and over and over again like a mantra.
Resigned himself to the fact you had all of him after he rolled off of you and opened his arms so you could crawl into them and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
Whispered it to you against the crown of your head, even though you slept soundly against him, and reminded you in the morning when you leaned up and kissed him and told him how happy you were to be with him, and watched your face as it lit up, because you felt the same.
*
You still wear the ring he gave you, back at the boathouse, back when you slept under a tarp and prayed someone would take away the burden of Chrissy’s death and the public scrutiny—the allegations that the man you loved was, in fact, a murderer, the threat of Vecna looming closer and closer every day.
He sees it one night as he stands in the trees outside your bedroom, the glint of silver on your ring finger.
He’d given it to you the night before Patrick’s death, said he wanted to marry you after all was said in done, said you were two kids who were probably too young to be thinking about marriage, but he knew it didn’t matter if it was now or years from now because the person he wanted at the end of it all would always be you.
You cried and nodded your head, and he laughed through his own tears and pushed the ring up onto your finger, one of his that had been small enough to fit. He pulled your hand up to his mouth to press a kiss there.
Forever then, you were going to be together forever.
In the end though, you only get a few days.
He breaks your heart and it breaks his because he promises you till he’s old and gray but only days later he watches you from below as you scream his name and sob for him to come back.
It breaks his heart as he cuts that rope dangling through your two worlds and your cries bleed into Dustin’s as he rushes from the trailer and gets on that damn bike.
It breaks his heart because you and Dustin somehow find him anyway at the end of it all, sobbing into his broken body as he pushes your hair from your face and tries to make you smile, even though he knows you’re splitting down the center.
It breaks his heart to watch your hands as they hover over the parts of him that are no longer whole and only bleed, because you want to keep him alive, want to keep your love alive. But there’s so much blood, there’s too much, and even he understands that he’s running out of time.
You’re telling him you love him over and over and over again and he asks you to tell him about your future. And you whisper against his bloody lips through salty tears that, “We’ll…we’ll have a little house with a l-little porch swing so we can sit and you can read to me every night. We’ll adopt a dog—our little O-Ozzy. And you’ll call me w-wife and I’ll call you husband, and maybe someday we’ll do something crazy like have a kid. One with…your hair and your eyes and your heart, because the world needs more of you. And when they’re all grown up, and they m-move out and have families of their own, you’ll still sit with me every night on that swing. You’ll tell me you l-love me and I’ll tell you I love you because…because there’s no reality I want without a forever with you in it.”
He smiles even though you whimper against him because he feels so happy and of all the things he’s done in life, all the adventures he’s gone on, all the choices that have led him here, you’re his favorite.
It makes it less scary, as his vision grows darker and darker and his life bleeds into the ground beneath him, knowing you’re the light to guide his path.
It does little to change the fact he’ll miss you forever when it finally grows dark.
You twist the ring now as you sit in your bedroom window, your knees pulled up to your chest. He sees the way your face crumples as you hold your hand close to your frame, just over your heart, and submit to your tears.
He hates himself, because in this new body he is cursed with a forever, and he’s cursed with a reality with no you in it.
And in the night, with nothing but your image just feet away from him and the moon to keep you both company, he cries, too.
*
Your first close call comes when the summer bleeds into fall.
Vecna finds a new vessel, his powers grow once more, and the Upside Down bleeds into Hawkins.
But there are those brave enough to fight back, and it comes as no surprise that you’re one of those people.
He watches from a distance, a shadow in the night, a guardian to keep you safe, because it’s the only way he can have you, even if it’s not in the way he wants.
You and the group you grew close with that last week of his life are in the streets of a now broken Hawkins, fighting off a monster that walks on all fours and has a mouth like a venus flytrap—a gaping maw of rows full of gore-slick teeth.
He knows its name. Demogorgon. He feeds off them, walks the same lands they do.
He is not part of the hive.
He’s special, that voice whispers to him sometimes, he’s a most remarkable creation. He’s a monster.
He feels the pull of that other world.
The voice calling his name as the demogorgon grows a little too close to you growls and leaps.
He screams in his mind and the monster’s head turns, turns toward him and in its momentary distraction you slide a knife into its head just before Steve whirls around with a nail studded bat and watches it bleed and die against the ground.
“What’s wrong?” He hears Steve ask you, catching your eyes staring directly in Eddie’s direction. “Are you hurt?”
Steve’s eyes scour your body for any injury, his hands coming to rest on your arms, but you’re fine.
Eddie made sure of it.
Robin turns as well to see what’s going on, Nancy using her shoulder for support, hand cupping a wound on her side.
But he’s hidden in the shroud of night.
That voice whispers his name again, and he knows he has to go back to the place where the sky is always red, but he lingers just a moment longer to hear you start to walk closer, your head tilting to the side, eyes straining to see.
“I just thought…” Your voice trails off in the wind. It’s been so long since he’s heard it, he’s almost forgotten what it sounds like. “Nevermind.”
*
You're hurt, and there are no beds in the hospital.
You’re hurt, attacked by a demogorgon, so it’s not like they can bring you there anyway. Too many questions, too many risks involved.
You’re hurt, and he watches from a distance as Steve and Nancy bind the wounds on your side with whatever scraps of fabric they have in their backpacks, snow beneath you blooming red like flower petals around you.
You’re hurt and he watches as Steve lifts your weak body from the ground, your eyes closed and limbs slack. He tries to not think about the way you already look gone from this side of earth, tries to picture your smiling face in his mind, because you’ll be okay.
You have to be.
You’re hurt and he follows from a distance as they take you back to Steve’s house, because his parents are gone and you’ll be able to rest up there. Eddie watches through the trees as Steve lays you down in his bed and murmurs with Robin and Nancy, his face furrowing in worry at the sight of you unconscious in his bed.
Eddie ignores the call of the Upside Down beckoning him back home.
Because all his mind can focus on is that you’re hurt, you’re hurt, you’re hurt.
He ignores the voice of Vecna and shoves him into the catacombs of his mind as he climbs into the tree outside Steve’s window and watches for days as you slip in and out of consciousness, towels on your forehead, as you fight off fevers. Steve, Robin and Nancy watch you in shifts, sitting at your side in vigil.
Sometimes the kids do, too, with their hand around your own and mouths moving as they talk to you, as they remind you of all the reasons why it’s too soon for you to go.
One afternoon, he hears Steve and Robin sitting outside on the lounge chairs set up around the patio, Steve’s head in his hands and Robin’s hand on his shoulder as she says, “There was nothing you could do. She knew what she was getting into.”
“But if she dies—if she dies…that’s two in less than a year. I can’t—I can’t lose them both.” If Eddie had a heart, he knows it would ache, because though their tentative friendship had been short, it had been meaningful.
He wishes he had more time to see what could have been.
“Eddie knew what he was doing, just like she did, too,” Robin reminds him. Her voice is low and she sounds broken. They both do. “You can’t carry around this guilt. It’s eating you alive. When did the doctor say they could get here?”
Steve’s breath is shaky as he says, “Tomorrow. They’re coming tomorrow. I just hope she makes it.”
It’s stupid.
Eddie knows it’s stupid, but under the cover of night, he slips out from the tree he’s hiding in and climbs up to Steve’s window. He climbs to where Steve has left it unlocked, always does to make it easy to slip out when his parents are home and the Party comes calling, and pushes in through the parted curtains.
His senses overwhelm him.
The smell of your sickness, the shallowness of your breath in and out of your weak lungs, the slow beat of your heart holding on beneath your ribcage.
There had been a time he’d fallen asleep to it, but now it only fills the cavity where his own organ used to beat with dread.
He reaches out to touch you, but you don’t feel like he remembers.
Your skin is slick and clammy, sweat clinging to the surface, body warm from your fever.
Your lips tremble in your fitful sleep, like you’re speaking, only no words come.
His fingers trail along your forehead, across the hair along your scalp, the curve of your ear.
His ears focus on your breath, the sound of your heart, and he tries to clear his mind of everything else.
Slips into that space he’s gone to only a few times before since becoming this thing he is now.
It’s dark there.
An endless sea of inky night that stretches endlessly on and he finds you there.
Feels the ground ripple near his feet as he walks over to where you sit on Steve’s bed.
In here, your body isn’t broken.
In here, there’s no sickness, no fever, no wounds staining through white bandages with your beautiful life.
Your head tilts up and his breath catches because you’re beautiful and it’s the closest he’s been to you in months.
And your face crumples as you look at him and jump off the bed, rushing over, hands pausing before touching him like you’re afraid you might hurt him—like you’re not sure he’s really there at all.
“Are you real right now? Am…”
“You’re not dead, sweetheart. I won’t let you go yet,” he tells you, bringing his arms around you to hold you close. His legs nearly buckle under the weight of the moment. You fold back into him as you always have, as if you’ve missed no time at all. He nearly chokes on a sob, feels you heave and crumble against him, noisy cries ripping from your throat. “I know, baby. I know.”
“You’re here.”
“I am,” he promises, cupping the back of your head.
“Am I dreaming?”
His chest cleaves in two as you look up at him, your eyes bloodshot, tears falling like glittering stars down your cheeks. His hands slide up to rest on either side of your face, thumbs brushing against your skin, mouth dropping kiss after kiss to your forehead.
“Something like it.”
“So you’re…”
“Yeah, still gone,” he tries to smile, but it makes your eyes water more, your hands shaking against his forearms as you reach up to touch him. “Unfortunately.”
“I love you,” you whisper the words and they sail in the wind in the world that lives in the in between.
“I love you, too,” he tells you. It hasn’t changed, and never will change. Time, space, and death will never erase that. “But I don’t have a lot of time. I need you to fight, okay? I need you to rest and heal. Think you can do that for me?”
“It hurts,” you say, and he knows you mean your mortal, wounded body.
“I know, I know it hurts. But there’s a doctor that’s going to come tomorrow and they’ll give you the medicine you need to kick that infection and patch you right up. I just need you to hold on till then. Think you can do that for me?”
His fingers trail down the side of your face, and somewhere in the vestiges of his mind he can feel your waking body relax, can feel your breathing deepen, your heartbeat strengthen.
“I want to go with you,” you tell him.
He shakes his head. “No. It’s not your time yet.”
Your head drops, and his stomach does along with it. “Will you come back?” Your words are a watery plea.
It's a sad sound that has his anguish exposed, raw anew.
“I’ll try, okay?” It’s the most he can offer you, and you nod slowly, sniffling on an inhale. “You’re going to live a long, long life, okay? I want you to do that for me.”
“I will, Eddie, I will,” you promise. You slide back into his arms, pressing your head against his chest, keeping him close.
“I can feel this place slipping from my mind,” he says, palm sliding up and down your back. “I love you. I’ll always love you.”
You dissolve like that, held safe and sound within his arms, there one moment and gone the next.
In waking, in the real world, when his eyes open and he’s back in Steve’s bedroom, he sees you there.
It’s then, blessedly and finally then, that you rest.
*
Before long, it’s Spring again.
The weather warms, but Eddie’s body never does. Dead things don’t have hearts that beat, they don’t have blood to circulate through their bodies. His chest rises and falls, sure, but that almost seems like an involuntary reflex of a life that feels more and more like a memory with every passing day.
You’re on Steve’s patio with the Harrington boy himself and Robin. You look more rested than he’s seen in a long while. He thinks to the night before, visiting you in your dreams, laughter in the air as he brought a vision back to your mind, one of the two of you sitting in a field back before the world grew dark, him with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair, reading to him in an open field.
He hates leaving you at the end of it, hates it every time he has to go, and finds it grows harder and harder to do so every time.
But it’s not reality; he knows that.
He supposes eventually things will crash and burn, just as they always do; he just doesn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
One moment you’re sitting, laughing at something Robin has said, and the next he’s wincing as a twig snaps under his foot. The swear he lets out drives him to move, cursing his body for giving him supernatural hearing and smell, but not the speed he needs right now to outrun you.
Your feet pound in his ears, a thump that beats in tandem with your heart as you tear through Steve’s backyard and rush after him into the open street.
His insides tear in two the first time you call his name into the open air. It’s a cry, your voice shaking, tremulous like you can’t believe your sight.
He pushes faster, feet pumping beneath him, the echo of them a drumbeat. He needs to go. He needs to get far away. Run like hell, because you can’t see him.
Steve’s voice joins into the mix. A call of your name that sounds frantic in his ears. Steve cares for you. Eddie’s not blind to it; he’s grateful for it. Just like he’s grateful for it now, because your footsteps start to slow as Steve’s cries of your name grow louder.
“It’s Eddie,” you shout back, and Eddie rushes around a car and crouches down in your momentary distraction.
Catches sight of himself in a side door mirror, his reflection illuminated by the moon.
His eyes are dark and rimmed with shadow. Lines like little swirls beneath his bottom lashes, a telltale sign he needs to feed. And if he lifts his lip, like he does now, he sees those elongated canines.
He’s no longer human.
Hasn’t been for a while now.
You start to cry in your frustration. He hears your breath coming in rasping heaves, the way your voice breaks as Steve’s body collides with yours, how it wobbles as you tell him over and over again, “It’s Eddie, Steve.”
His eyes drift up to his face once more. The image looking back at him so unlike the boy you once knew.
Even if he would…even if he could, your Eddie is gone.
He’s gone, and he can never be again.
He can’t be what you need. He knows that for certain now.
Eddie crawls around the side of the car and catches the sight of Steve moving to curl his arms around your shoulders, forms illuminated in the street lamp, the way your face crumples against his chest as your cries grow hoarse. The pitiful way you whisper, “I saw him, Steve.”
But Steve’s honest.
He’s always been honest, and it shatters both you and Eddie when he says, “Eddie is gone. I’m so sorry, but he’s gone and I wish I could bring him back but I ca—”
His words break off at the end because you shove at him. Hands coming up to push Steve backward. He doesn’t flinch. Not as you shove him again and again and again as tears leak down your face.
Eddie wishes he could collect them all. Could ease the ache growing in your chest.
“Why would you say that?” Your voice is high and tight.
You shove at him again, body growing lax with your efforts. Feet wobbling, knees growing uneasy.
Steve remains firm, a strong tower, a shoulder to lean on in your time of need.
“I’m sorry, swee—”
“Don’t call me that. He called me that.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, and holds his hands up in surrender.
“I hate you.” You shout it at him, and this time Steve does flinch.
You don’t mean it. Eddie knows you don’t. In a heart full of love such as yours, there’s never been room for it.
It breaks him even more.
Something on your face changes then. A flash of recognition flickers across your features. A slow, painful understanding sliding into place behind your eyes. Eddie wants to rush out, to hold you, to protect you from the utter despair that crashes over your form so suddenly. The way you practically fall into Steve and he’s there to catch you as you come crashing to the ground, howling with the anguish of what you start to sob into the man’s chest.
Of the reality you now understand. Maybe for the first time in the twelve months he’s been dead.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“I know,” he whispers. “I know.”
“He’s gone.”
Steve cups the back of your head.
Eddie’s hand curls into a fist.
“He’s gone.”
Steve pulls you into his lap, rocks you as your cries grow louder.
Eddie closes his eyes.
“He’s gone. He’s never coming back, Steve.”
Eddie watches your heart break all over again.
And he makes his decision.
He knows what he has to do.
*
You’re there, sitting in the center of your bed as always, when Eddie comes to you in the world that lives in the in between again.
After your close encounter with death, he’s come to visit you multiple times. Always in your dreams, in that land that’s always so dark, and yet it’s peaceful there. He can make it anything he wants to be, a horrifying ‘positive’ to being linked to Vecna.
Some nights you simply talk, your warm hand in his cold one, laying on your bed.
Others, you play cards, put together a puzzle, sing along to music because he misses it so much—if only to pretend like anything about this is normal.
Eddie doesn’t have a heart, not anymore, but if he did…he knows it would be racing because of what he knows he has to do.
This night is different; this night changes everything.
Your head lifts and your smile blooms as he fills your vision, his skin pale and unmarked from the bites that killed him, and it should have been your first realization that he’s not what he once was from when he first began visiting you in your sleep.
The man who died, the man who had closed his eyes and who slipped away your arms is not the same one standing before you now.
It’s why what once was can never be again.
It pains him to admit it.
In another world, another life, he would be selfish.
But he can’t.
He can’t fathom the idea of you aging when he stays forever twenty-one, can’t imagine losing you to time at the end of your life. He can’t think about it because doing so would break him.
And he can’t look at the pain in your eyes any longer. The way you always look to the woods, always searching for him, seeking out the boy who no longer is.
You need to move on, to flourish, to grow beyond this.
Your body crashes into his, your voice muffled by the front of his shirt. He’s always wearing the same thing, somehow never dirty, rid of his blood. “I missed you,” you breathe into him, into the chilliness of his body.
You never comment on it. He sometimes thinks you pretend it’s not real to preserve yourself from the pain of the ‘what if.’
He pulls his head back just enough to look down at you, and your mouth dips south. “I need to talk to you.”
“Okay…” You trail off as he settles down on your bed, his legs straight as you fold yours beneath your body where you sit beside him.
His fingers reach into the spaces between yours and lace within them. His next words, he thinks if he wasn’t already dead, might kill him. “I can’t feel you, baby.”
You brush your thumb along the back of his hand, mouth a wobbly pout as you say, “What do you mean? I can feel you right now. You’re…you’re right here.” You hold your interlocked fingers together in front of his face, trying to smile.
He leans forward and brushes his mouth near the corner of your lips. “I can feel you…but it’s like I’m hollow. Like I'm empty. You notice how I’m always cold now?”
You sniffle noisily, nodding. “It’s cold here, though.”
He brings your head closer to his chest. He presses your ear where proof of his life used to lay inside. Now it’s only silent.
Empty.
So fucking empty.
“Do you understand what I’m trying to say? Don’t make me say it, sweetheart, please.” He chokes on a cry as your hand slides up beside where your cheek rests, your head pulling back enough to look up at him. “Do you get it now? Do you get why it can only be like this here…in your dreams, in our dreams?”
“Eddie…”
“So here’s what you’re going to do, okay? You’re going to live. You’re going to do it to the fullest. Do all the stupid shit we didn’t get to do together. Travel the world. Try all the food. You’re going to move on, okay? I need to know you’re gonna be fine—”
“Eddie, no” you say, swallowing the sob threatening to spill from your mouth. “Just stay here.”
“This—this isn’t real.” The chair imagined the night before disappears from sight. Dissolves into nothing. The books sitting on the floor near your bed, the ones you’ve been reading to him, follow suit. One by one, the image he conjured up slips away. Little particles of light sifting and shifting into nothingness. “I can’t be what I was to you before. That future we dreamed up? I can’t do that. I can’t give you that. Not in this body, not like this. And I can’t…I can’t watch you grow up, can’t watch you and all our friends...please, shit, please d—”
Your hand comes up to rest on his cheek, and he finds you crying silently before him.
“I want you to live for me,” he says, brushing his lips against yours. One of the last kisses you’ll share. “I need you to promise me that. I need you to do all the things I can’t. Take pictures, go on adventures, read all the books, find new hobbies. I need you to experience the world, fall in love with it, fall in love again.”
You’re kissing him and he’s holding you close. His hands fist in your shirt and cling to you, like you’ll drift into the wind, like if he lets go you’ll flutter away. And in a way, you will.
It’s goodbye.
It’s the end of who you both were, who you wanted to be, and no longer can.
You whisper over and over again into his lips that you love him, that you’ll never forget him, that you’ll live for him.
He smiles into your skin and nods his head, his hand coming to rest against your chest.
You’re alive and you're real, you’re his and you’re also not.
Part of you always will be.
“I’ll miss you. I’ll always miss you,” Eddie tells you, his face moving to press into the side of your neck. He feels the shudder of your breath as you take in his words, as you understand the seriousness of them. His finger taps your chest and he laughs, but it’s a broken sound. “I’ll be right here.”
You don’t talk for a while. You rest in the unspoken understanding that this is the last time you'll be together.
It’s the last time you’ll feel his arms around you, the last time he’ll hold you like he planned on doing for the rest of his life.
He presses a kiss to your brow and feels you hug him tighter still as you lay beside him on your bed, legs tangling with his own, your fingers in his hair.
You kiss endlessly. Constant presses of skin against skin.
A thousand, for all the days you’ll be without. You kiss until you’re breathless and in the waking world the sun starts to creep up the waiting sky.
“Live, sweetheart, live,” he says against your skin, feeling you warm, feeling your body start to fade in the circle of his embrace.
“I love you,” you whisper, eyes lingering on his face as particles of light burst and dance around you. Just a few moments now. “I’ll always love you. And I’ll do what you asked. I’ll live, Eddie. I’ll do it for you.”
“I love you, too.”
He smiles, and light bursts behind his eyes.
When he wakes, the sky is red, but all he sees is your face.
He finds peace in that.
*
Vecna’s gone now. Has been for a while.
The world heals and rests, and the Upside Down chooses Eddie. The world that once was, full of dark skies and death, is now teeming with life.
He’s tied to it now, just as he was before, but more so now.
There’s a small gap in worlds, left open, that he ventures out of every so often to remind him of the place that seems almost foreign now.
He’s on a path he’s traveled many times now.
Not in some years, but he’s familiar all the same. The winding roads that lead to your family home bring him to your front lawn. There are two cars out front, one a familiar BMW, and beside it sits a newer, bigger SUV.
The place looks different than when you were two kids in love. There are more flowers now, brighter blooms, and the smell of something sweet spills from the curtains blowing in the wind.
He hears the heartbeats within the home before the voices. Four all together. Two slower—he knows those are adults. There’s the rapid flutter of what he assumes to be a child, and the last is muffled and swift, unfamiliar to him even after all these years in his new body.
His head tilts up and he sees Steve Harrington’s familiar head of hair moving about a little boy’s room illuminated by a lamp. There are endless blocks strewn in a corner, little postcards from places all over the world plastered on the sky blue walls.
He’s nearly thirty two if Eddie remembers correctly, and wears a pair of thin wired glasses. He’s still disgustingly pretty in that way only Steve Harrington could be.
Steve’s voice is soft as he runs his fingers through the little one's hair. Brushes a kiss on his forehead from where he kneels beside a kiddy bed. “I told you, the Tooth Fairy is nice. Plus you’re four, little man, you don’t have to worry about it for a long time. And if you really don’t want the Tooth Fairy to come, I’ll tell them our house is off limits.”
“Are you sure?”
Steve nods, his chuckle carrying through the gently parted window. “Plus, Uncle Dustin and Aunt Suzie don’t know what they’re talking about anyway.”
“They don’t?” Those little eyes perk up, soft and round like his father’s.
“No, Jamie. Also, didn’t I tell you I’ll always keep you safe?” The little boy nods, and Steve’s finger slides down the gentle slope of his nose until it wrinkles and a boyish giggle reaches Eddie’s ears. “So you never have to worry, because I’ll always protect you. Always.”
“Daddy, can you sing me the song?” It’s then, as Steve nods and shifts to sit in the bed beside his son, Eddie sees the boy fully.
He’s got Steve’s eyes and his dark hair, but Eddie immediately knows the rest is all you.
He doesn’t even need to see you appear in the doorway to notice the clear resemblance. But his breath catches all the same. You’re just as he remembers you. Smiling and beautiful as ever, one hand on the doorway, the other on your hip.
He catches the rings on your left hand, and then higher up, around your neck against your heart where he remains forever now, the ring he gave you all those years ago.
You're thirty-one now, just like Steve, though you could never tell ten years has gone by from looking at you.
You’re that girl from the diner, the same girl he fell in love with so many years ago it feels like another lifetime.
“Jamie Edward, it’s past your bedtime, sweet boy,” you admonish, and Eddie’s throat swells with emotion, chest aching with fondness.
He glows inwardly, because what a gift you’ve unknowingly given him.
Jamie Edward.
“Uncle Dusty scared me,” the little boy whines as you join them and sit on the end of the bed.
Eddie watches your fingers reach across and twine with Steve’s, and he feels that ache in his chest for you start to subside. The part of him that always feared you’d live in the past forever, stuck in the memory of the boy you’d loved and lost.
Steve whispers, “Tooth Fairy.”
You only nod.
Jamie climbs further into his father’s arms, resting his head over his chest, looping an arm around his waist.
Steve rocks the boy slightly and sings. The sound that comes out is beautiful. Uniquely Steve. Quiet, a little raspy in tone, but Eddie feels a weightlessness creep into his soul as the words fall from his mouth and out that open window.
“Close your eyes, have no fear. The monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your daddy’s here…”
Jamie’s head nuzzles against his father’s chest, and your ringed hand comes up to brush along your little one’s hair as your husband sings into open air.
“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful…beautiful boy…”
Eddie turns on the heel and starts in the other direction, Steve’s voice following him along the way like a gentle caress.
A healing balm.
He walks down the path from whence he came, a new lightness to his steps.
There’s no bitterness, no sadness.
No, there’s only joy, because you’re happy and you’re alive and so full of it and that’s all he’s ever hoped for.
He kicks a rock down the road and hums to himself, glancing over his shoulder one last time to watch Steve kiss you on the forehead, his palm coming to rest lovingly against your slightly rounded midsection.
Steve moves away from you a second later to close the blinds and pauses. For a moment Eddie wonders if he can see him, hidden in the veil of his shadows. Steve squints and lingers, then shakes his head softly as though he thinks he’s seeing things, and shuts the light before he follows you out of Jamie’s bedroom.
Eddie smiles to himself.
He’s finally at rest.
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𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧
Synopsis: Steve Rogers loves Y/N. There’s no question about it. She’s his calm in the middle of the storm and his sunshine in the middle of the rain. But, when Hydra resurfaces and Y/N's name is suddenly whispered with doubt, Steve is faced with a decision that will test the limits of his love and loyalty.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avengers!Reader
Warnings: Mature scenes and allusions to sex. Description of blood and violence. Minors DNI.
Genre: Angst | Fluff
Word Count: 10K
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 stillness that came with midnight; peaceful darkness that arrived before the chaos fell.
In the depths of midnight, the world danced to its own steady rhythm, a symphony of harmonious notes in the grand orchestra of the universe. And amidst this whirlwind of silent activity, Steve was a steady beacon of calm, not caught up in the tumultuous currents or pulled down by the undertow. He was just a man embracing the stillness that surrounded him. Embracing her.
“Stevie.” His heart fluttered at the whisper of his name, running one mile faster. He tightened his hold on the woman in his arms, eyes shifting from the dark canvas of the night to her brilliant eyes. “Why are you still awake?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” His voice resonated in a low register, a stark contrast to the higher octaves it reached during the day. Even his eyes were a few shades darker, blue-green diluted to a cobalt blue. It was an aftermath of darkness, one that he didn’t hate one bit.
Y/N’s eyes fluttered, sleep weighing her lashes down. She tilted her head and stared at Steve with a dazed look filled to the brim with the love they had spent the night chasing.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, baby?”
His thumb traced the edge of her lips. Goosebumps rose on his skin when her quiet sigh glided across his naked chest. “Thinking about you,” he admitted, absentmindedly pushing her upper lip with his thumb. “When am I not thinking about you?”
“I feel like this is a trick question.”
Steve chuckled. “It’s not.”
“Then can you rephrase it into one I can confidently answer?”
Do you know how much I love you? he thought of first. Have you got a single clue about how much I want to draw you? Here. With me. In this very moment, and immortalize it for the rest of my life and evermore? But his words always faltered when they traversed the distance between his mind and tongue. In the end, the sight of Y/N's face left him speechless.
A profound stillness descended upon the moment and a divine feeling that felt too magical to be real set off a burst of fireworks in his body. Steve's hand sought out Y/N's, his fingers delicately tracing the contours of her palm. “Will you promise me to be careful on the mission tomorrow?”
He settled for an easier question, though there was so much emphasis on the unsaid than on the question itself. But Y/N understood. She always did. She lifted herself just the slightest bit. The lavender sheets slid down, exposing the swell of her breasts and the colorful mark Steve’s lips implanted on the walls of her heart.
Her index finger left a trail across his sternum, neck, and cheek. Steve groaned then, his lungs heavy with the pressure of her love. He closed his eyes, fingers tightening on her exposed back—not enough to leave a bruise yet enough to make his claim.
“I’m not going anywhere, Stevie.”
“It’s Hydra, Y/N,” he breathlessly replied. He chewed on his lower lip, partly because of her earlier ministrations and mostly because of the way her lips curled into that tired smile he loved so much.
“And I’m just Y/N?”
“No,” Steve refuted. “You’re not just Y/N. But you’re not enhanced either, doll. I hate it when you get involved in dangerous missions, more so the ones I’m not involved in.”
"Steve, I understand where you're coming from. We've talked about this before. I know I don't have super strength like you and Bucky or any special powers like Bruce and Thor. But that doesn't make me invaluable. If Natasha, Tony, and Clint can do it, then so can I."
The force of her words brought a heavy sigh out of Steve. Y/N was always soft-spoken. Gentle with her words and even more with her voice. And it amazed Steve that even at midnight, when the world was sleeping and the quiet overbearing, Y/N never made an effort to shatter the silence.
“Natasha did get a version of the serum, and Tony has his Iron Man suit. As for Clint…”
“He finds himself in the cradle more times than Dr. Cho can count. I know.” Y/N tried to mask her annoyed reaction but couldn’t.
The crease in the middle of her brows disappeared with a quick kiss left by Steve on her temple, but the pout on her lips remained. Steve took this as an excuse to kiss her properly. His heartbeats matched Y/N’s—his enhanced hearing told him that, and Y/N didn't need the serum to figure out that his heartbeats had been galloping at an inhuman speed.
“I worry about you. That’s all.”
“I worry about you too.” She placed her forehead against his, the tips of their noses touching. “But I trust you enough to know that you will do everything in your power to come back to me. And I know I’m just, well, me. But can you trust that—”
The words barely reached the edge before they retreated back into Y/N’s mouth. Pushed by the force of Steve’s tongue. Y/N whimpered as she fell on her back. Steve's hand weaved into her hair, his fingers curling around the strands and pulling gently to reveal the nape of her neck.
“I trust you,” he groaned while placing open mouth kisses on her neck. Y/N moaned without any restraint when Steve licked her collarbone and sucked the skin with his swollen lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Her legs subconsciously opened, allowing Steve to settle in between them. As soon as his erection met the bare skin of her pussy, Y/N’s restraints shattered. One hand gripped the bedsheets while the other found refuge in Steve’s blond locks, holding onto him without a single willingness to let go. “I love you so much.”
He eagerly drew a line from her navel to her hip bone with his hot breath, reveling in the way she squirmed and lifted her hips in search of friction. Teasingly, he let his teeth subtly scrape her skin. Y/N sighed in delight, her own teeth grazing her lower lips as Steve pursued his ministrations. “Why do you love me, doll?”
She breathed deeply, tugging on his hair to bring him to the surface, but he refused. Steve tutted, tongue exploring her most sensitive area in a slow, sensual dance. "I don't need any reasons to love you, Steve. My heart just knows what it wants."
He smiled, moving down further to kiss those lower lips of hers, showing her exactly how much he loved her too.
Steve and Natasha were losing it. Their jet had barely landed before the two of them rushed across the hangar bay, their hearts overcrowded with anticipation.
According to FRIDAY, the mission Y/N, Bucky, and Sam were on had gone terribly wrong. The AI had relayed this information while Steve and Natasha had been in Patagonia following a lead on Hydra.
The base had been infiltrated with disconcerting ease, a fact that didn't sit well with Steve. It was then that the misfortunate news reached their ears. And it seemed like this would be the first checkpoint in a road of unfortunate circumstances because FRIDAY barely had time to explain further when a high-pitched static noise filled the air, drowning out her words.
Steve and Natasha instinctively clamped their hands over their ears, trying their best to focus despite the sheer force against their skulls. They momentarily closed their eyes—as if this would help soothe the sound. And when they opened them, dozens of Hydra operatives poured into the room with their weapons at the ready.
Without a word, Steve and Natasha sprang into action, moving in perfect unison as they fought back against their attackers.
Mind consumed with thoughts of Y/N and her safety, Steve was desperate to get back to her. As if his shield could sense his urgency, it flew from his grip with newfound vigor, striking enemies with a force that seemed almost supernatural. But no matter how hard Steve and Natasha tried to neutralize the enemy as fast as possible, it took them a lot more time and effort than anticipated.
The two worked together tirelessly, taking down Hydra agents left and right. But when they finally reached the room where the intel they were looking for was supposed to be, it was completely empty.
Now back at the compound, Steve vehemently punched the elevator’s buttons, grabbing Natasha and hastily pulling her inside. The two impatiently waited for the elevator to signal that they’d arrived at the med bay. Once they heard it, they didn’t miss the chance to bolt across the hallway.
Steve didn’t know the extent of his worry, nor did he understand the severity of his anxious thoughts, until he burst through the sliding doors and found Y/N sitting in the waiting room. Unharmed. Unscathed. Alive.
"Y/N," he whispered, enveloping her in his embrace. She clung onto his combat vest with all her might just as he tightened his hold on her tinier frame. “What happened, babydoll? FRIDAY said the mission was a bust before all communication was cut off. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Stevie. I’m fine.”
Her voice was shaky and riddled with anxiety. Maybe it was his own panic that made her voice seem muffled compared to his thunderous thoughts. But she sounded so small at that moment, he couldn’t help but plant a kiss on the crown of her head, inhaling the remnants of her orchid perfume.
"I'm so relieved to see you're unharmed, Y/N. Are Bucky and Sam alright too? Could you tell me what happened, doll?"
Reluctantly, Y/N pulled away from Steve but remained within his grasp. She peered at Natasha, her eyes glassy and sorrowful, enough to tell her that whatever happened wasn’t good.
“Sergeant Wilson is in the cradle while Sergeant Barnes is in a private room," the new voice spoke up, catching Steve and Natasha's attention. Sharon strode towards them, holding a manila folder in her hand. “From what Dr. Cho and her assistants said, they’ll both be okay. But they were significantly hurt. Barnes is heavily sedated at the current moment. Dr. Banner is also trying to figure out a way to fix his vibranium arm.”
For a second, Natasha’s eyes flashed with worry, her composure faltering under the weight of Sharon’s words. “What happened to his arm?”
“They destabilized it, Nat. I don’t know how,” Y/N answered.
Natasha nodded grimly. She didn’t say anything else, leaving the three of them to search for her boyfriend.
“I know this may not be the right time, Cap. But I just got off a call with Mr. Stark. He and Clint are injured too, and their mission was as much a failure as Y/N’s was. They couldn’t find anything. Was your mission at least successful?"
Steve’s left hand came up to rub his face. He breathed out heavily, the weight of the information bearing down on him. “No, we didn’t find anything either.”
“I don’t understand.” Y/N shook her head. “SHIELD followed these leads for weeks. How come none of us found anything?”
Sharon opened the folder in her hand, reading through her notes. Her blue eyes peeled up from under her lashes, focusing on Y/N. “According to your preliminary briefing, you mentioned that there were more than ten Hydra ops. Heavily skilled and highly specialized. Mr. Stark reported the same thing. But why would Hydra station their best men and women at these facilities when there was nothing to guard? Did something stand out to you two?”
Y/N scrunched up her nose, deep in thought as she tried to piece together any relevant details from her trip to Peru.
“We didn’t have the element of surprise.” It wasn’t Y/N that remarked, but her boyfriend that did. “They knew we were coming. As soon as we crossed the threshold, they were there. They disabled FRIDAY and all means of communication at a ten-mile radius. It took us hours before FRIDAY went back online.”
“Did they do that with you too?” Sharon asked Y/N.
“No,” she replied. “But they did disable Red Wing and Bucky’s arm now that you mention it.”
“Different technologies at different facilities?” It was Steve’s turn to inquire. Sharon disagreed.
“I don’t think so. The Madagascar facility disabled FRIDAY too. And Mr. Stark’s suit malfunctioned.”
“Then, what do you think it is?”
“They planted false intel, knew the Avengers were coming, and made a show out of it. And they had the right technology and tools to harm everyone on the team.” Sharon paused, eyes briefly turning to Y/N. “Almost everyone, thankfully.”
Y/N tapped her foot against the tiles, deep in thought. “What if they’re stalling? Maybe they’re trying to steer us away from the main issue.”
“No, I don’t think that’s it.”
“I agree with Sharon,” Steve added. “We didn’t have a lead on anything else at the moment. So, they didn’t have to use all those resources.”
“What are they doing then?” Y/N inquired aloud.
“Planting a false trail. Trying to deplete our energy so when they do strike, we wouldn’t fully be able to fight them.”
“Strike,” Sharon repeated. Her thumb went to her mouth, teeth gnawing at the skin—a bad habit Steve had noticed early on when they started working together. “You don’t think we’re facing STRIKE team 2.0, right?”
Steve felt Y/N bristle next to him. He turned to her, catching a glimpse of her fearful eyes before he turned back to Sharon. “You think Hydra infiltrated SHIELD again?”
“Maybe. They knew the Avengers were coming, maybe even knew who was coming. Rumlow was once one of Fury’s most trusted agents before he joined Hydra’s ranks, and his entire plans blew up in his face. Literally.”
Y/N audibly gasped. Steve didn’t need his enhanced hearing to pick up on it. In a swift motion, he whirled around and placed one hand on Y/N’s face and the other on her waist, dutifully scanning her for any physical signs of injuries. She was shaking, hands trembling, and knuckles white from the tightness of her grip on Steve’s biceps.
“Doll?”
Y/N hummed. She caught Steve’s fearful gaze, her chest rising in an explicit shudder. “I’m…I—that’s just too much information within such a short time.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have brought all this up now. It wasn’t the right time.”
“No, Sharon. It’s okay. I’m…I don’t have any physical injuries, so I’ll just go get some rest.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“No, Steve.” Y/N cleared her throat, trying to even her voice. “Talk to Sharon. I’m not going anywhere; I’ll be here when you’re done.”
As Y/N left, Steve felt a sinking feeling in his chest that he couldn't shake off.
In the quiet of the night, Steve found solace in Y/N's presence. The pile of paperwork on his desk could wait because nothing was more important than the way her fingers danced through his hair, easing the tension in his neck and shoulders.
“Doll.” He leaned back against his chair. His hands reached out to take hers, the contrast between her delicate fingers and his calloused ones not lost on him. “There’s no need for you to stay awake. You came back from a mission not long ago. Go get some rest.”
Steve brought her hands to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of each palm before holding them close to his chest. Y/N placed her chin on his head, her fingers dancing across the fabric of his shirt.
“It was only a recon mission. I’m okay.”
“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get your rest.”
“What’s the point of sleeping in our bed when you’re not there with me? I’d rather stay here.”
“Y/N…” Steve began, voice trailing off the more he got lost in her eyes. He couldn’t even think of the next word to complete his sentence.
Y/N leaned down, her lips merrily caressing his. He smiled, eagerly accepting the love she offered him with every brush of her sweet lips. Steve tugged one of her hands, urging her to walk around his chair and sit in his lap. As soon as she was settled, he let one of his hands effortlessly pull her legs apart and slide tantalizingly over her thigh.
Even with the dark leather pants covering her legs, Y/N let out a moan, feeding Steve’s ego. He dove into her mouth, tongue brushing against the roof and teeth nipping her lower lip, pulling it away. Prematurely, the pair had to pause as a knock echoed through the door, disrupting their moment.
"Come in," Steve's gravelly voice commanded. Y/N quickly rose from her seat, her fingers instinctively wiping the smudged lipstick from the corner of her mouth.
“Hey, I’m sorry to barge in so late.” It was Sharon who had knocked. She walked inside with an apologetic smile. “I just wanted to drop this by. Fury said it’s better you have it as soon as possible.” Steve nodded at her, extending a hand. Just as he was about to open the file she had handed him, she interrupted, “I feel the need to tell you it’s a Level 8.”
“None of us here are a Level 8.”
“You’re the Captain, and I personally gathered this intel,” Sharon remarked. She turned to Y/N with sympathetic eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You know how SHIELD is.”
Y/N's agreement was evident in the soft smile on her face. “Of course. You should probably discuss this with Steve."
She hadn’t taken less than a half step before Steve grabbed her wrist. Surprised, she turned around, her features softening as his thumb rubbed the edge of her wrist.
“I’ll look at it later. Stay, doll.” With a subtle bite of her lower lip, Y/N watched as Steve unlocked one of his drawers and slid the file into it. Her eyes never left his hands, tracing his long fingers. “Is it Hydra?” he asked with eyes on Sharon.
She nodded. “It looks like they’re building a new division across their facilities. The entail I’ve gathered mentions everything. It looks pretty serious.”
“Scope of intelligence?”
“Sufficient.”
“Validity of insights?”
“Accurate.”
“Level of priority?”
“Urgent. Fury’s going to set a meeting soon, but he wanted you to have the information right away,” Sharon answered.
Steve nodded, still caressing Y/N's skin with his thumb. "I appreciate it, Sharon."
As the blonde turned to leave, she suddenly halted and pivoted on her heels. “Captain, there shouldn’t be a need to remind you to be vigilant. We still haven’t ruled out the possibility of a Hydra informant among us.”
To the naked eye, Y/N's nervousness was imperceptible, but not to Steve's trained senses. With his thumb pressed against her pulse point, he could feel the subtle increase in her heart rate and the slight tremble in her fingers.
“You okay?”
Y/N tried to steady her breathing, hoping to hide her nerves. She forced a small smile and replied, "I’m fine.”
Her reply didn't satisfy Steve, but he refrained from pressing the issue any further. Once Sharon left, he drew Y/N closer to him. The Hydra ordeal had him feeling on edge, and he knew it was taking a toll on her too. Nevertheless, Steve remained resolute in his determination to make everything right.
But what he didn't know was that the only way to make things right was to let them go wrong first.
"What's happening?"
When Y/N stepped out of the elevator, there was a flurry of activity. Agents littered the floor, talking amongst themselves and pointing at their tablets. While this was a common sight at the compound, there hadn't been any commotion when Y/N went to grab dinner forty minutes ago. Yet now, pandemonium reigned over the place.
“Miss Y/L/N!” Peter's voice boomed in contrast to the tense atmosphere. The teenager skidded to a halt next to her. He had both hands up in the air as if he was debating whether he was allowed to hug her or not. “It’s great to see you okay and in one piece! Not that anyone’s hurt, of course. Everyone is perfectly fine. It was just a tiny breach. Well, not that tiny since Miss FRIDAY was disabled, and Mr. Stark was pretty angry that it took him five whole minutes to get her back online. But the good news is everyone is fine, right?”
"Easy there, Spiderling," Bucky said as he stepped out of the corridor, just as Y/N was processing Peter's words. The gashes on his forehead and cheek were now gone, and Tony had successfully rebooted his vibranium arm. “Y/N obviously doesn’t know what’s happening. Don’t bombard her with all this information.”
Peter scuffed his shoes against the floor, his gaze dropping to the ground. “I’m sorry, Mr. Bucky.”
“What’s going on, Pete?” Y/N gave the adolescent a sympathetic look. “Why’s everyone on edge?”
“There’s been a breach in security, Miss Y/L/N. The cameras went down, and Miss FRIDAY was unresponsive for five whole minutes.”
“What?" Y/N blinked in confusion. "How did this happen?”
“We’re trying to reboot the cameras to see if we can figure anything out. I think you already know who's the prime suspect.”
"Hydra," Y/N sighed wearily, her gaze fixed on Bucky. "Did they manage to get hold of any sensitive information or plant any malicious software in our systems?"
Peter, who was typing furiously on his laptop this whole time, perked up. He shook his head vehemently, shoving the device in Y/N and Bucky’s faces. "I'm making some progress here and getting closer to cracking the wall they've built. I'm guessing they infiltrated the cloud network and launched a coordinated attack that deactivated all security protocols at once. That’s amazing! No, wait, not amazing. I mean amazing in a sense that—”
“Peter!”
“Right. Sorry, Miss Y/L/N. Here's the thing. I'm almost certain this was an inside job. They didn't only bypass Miss FRIDAY; they deactivated her and created their own wall for a full five minutes. I'm not entirely sure what they were up to during that time, but they didn’t weaken our—”
Peter's sentence was left unfinished. At first, Bucky and Y/N thought he managed to restore the camera footage. And he did. Because all of them showed no sign of unusual activity as they replayed the five minutes in question.
But just as the footage was coming to an end, the entire screen went blank. The three Avengers looked perplexed. The screen suddenly lit up, displaying a single sentence.
Your time is running out, Bambi.
They each wore a different reaction. Bucky bristled, cobalt eyes trying to break through the screen and strangle Hydra. Peter pursed his lips as he read the sentence again and again. As for Y/N, she was transfixed in place, hands trembling by her side, her knees doing very little to keep her steady.
“Looks like they meant to send a message,” Bucky remarked. And Y/N prayed his super soldier hearing didn’t pick up on her ragged breath or erratic thoughts.
To say that he was pissed was an understatement. Steve might as well have been livid. It had been almost two weeks since the security breach and a whole month and a half since they suspected a mole in SHIELD’s ranks. Yet, they couldn’t find anything.
He spent almost every moment working on the latest Hydra missions they’d received—most of them being a total bust. And alongside Fury and Tony, he was digging deeper into SHIELD’s resource pool, trying to find out who could be a suspect.
Acknowledging that he was in dire need of a break, he begrudgingly retreated to his apartment. Once he arrived, he swiftly removed the jacket that clung to his body and made his way toward the refuge of his personal quarters. When Steve entered the room, he couldn't help but notice the sight that greeted him. There stood Y/N, basking in the natural light that filtered in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, adorned in nothing but his shirt. At that moment, his features softened, and a sense of warmth flooded through him.
He walked up to her, the distance between them closing until they were almost an inch apart. But just as he was about to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, Y/N spun around with surprising speed and swung a punch straight toward his face.
“Woah, Y/N. It’s me!” Steve said once he caught her clenched fist. She gasped, pulling her hand to her side and cradling it close to her chest. “Doll, what’s wrong? Why are you so tense?”
“I…I, Steve. I’m so sorry.”
Steve pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. "You don't have to apologize, Y/N. But you need to tell me what's going on. You've been different ever since that Hydra mission almost two months ago."
He tried to pull away from her, just the tiniest bit to see her face, but she clung to him vehemently, nuzzling her face in his shirt.
"I'm just scared, Steve. I'm scared of what Hydra could do; what they could have done to us," she murmured softly.
Steve stroked her back soothingly. “Doll…”
"I'm not just worried about myself," Y/N said, pulling away from Steve's embrace. Her tear-filled eyes glistened, making his heart ache. "Everyone was hurt during those missions. Now, they're playing mind games and making threats. Who knows what they're capable of? It's just..." she trailed off, unable to finish her thought.
“Hey, hey, hey. Babydoll, look at me.”
“Steve,” Y/N sounded, lower lip jutting out. “I’m scared that after all this, I'll lose you."
Steve's voice was gentle as he reassured her, reaching out to touch her cheek. "You won't lose me," he said. "I'll always be here for you, through the calm and the rain. We're a team, Y/N, and we stick together no matter what."
“Through the calm and the rain,” Y/N mimicked. She held him tighter, and Steve didn’t miss her shuddering breaths.
“Steve? You okay, punk?”
“Yeah,” Steve sighed from his place at the medical cot. He touched his jaw, his nose scrunching as he touched the multicolored bruise. “Can’t believe this marks another failure. Y/N personally collected this information on her last recon mission.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it, Steve. Hydra’s winning streak is going to end at some point. Didn’t you say you were switching tactics anyway?”
Steve hummed in acknowledgment while reaching for his shirt. “Nat and I are trying to find the mole. But every time we’re close, we’re faced with an impasse.”
Bucky squeezed Steve’s shoulder, the one that wasn’t dislocated at least, giving his friend a terse smile. “Not for long. Nat’s a mastermind at this. She’ll find the bastard, and this charade will end soon enough. You’ll see.”
Steve could only hope Bucky was right because everyone was getting restless, and they knew this was what Hydra wanted all along. The missions had become borderline brutal, and Steve had taken it upon himself to lead most of them solo—Hydra’s intent at the end wasn’t to kill any of the Avengers. At least not now. They just wanted to weaken their resolve.
Bucky helped Steve stand up straight. His shoulders deflated when the latter stifled a wince. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call Y/N?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Punk, the serum’s too busy fixing your broken rib. If you want to leave the med bay so badly, at least let me call your girlfriend to help you up,” Bucky argued with a disapproving look. Steve wanted to laugh, being reminded of his best friend’s attitude back in the forties. But his ribs were killing him at the moment, and he couldn’t say a word.
"It's already three in the morning, and other than you and possibly Tony, who's most likely in his lab, everyone else is asleep. I don't want to disturb her sleep."
“She’ll wake up when you walk inside your room, either way. Y/N’s been worried about you all week. I don't want to be on the receiving end of her disappointment when she realizes I knew you were hurt and didn't tell her."
“Buck.” By now, the two super soldiers were nearing the elevator. Steve’s twisted knee made it hard for them to get there faster. “I’m going to sleep in Y/N’s old room. When morning comes, the serum would have healed most, if not all, of my wounds. There's no need to worry her for nothing.”
He could tell Bucky didn’t approve of his choice, but his mind was already made. By the time Steve reached Y/N’s old room, exhaustion had started to weigh him down, and sleep felt like the best idea in the world.
Lucky for him, Y/N hadn’t moved out all her things when she took permanent residence in his, now their, room. She had kept a few things lying around, spare clothes and toiletries, in case someone ever needed them.
"Do you remember when Wanda and Pietro arrived?" she asked while sorting through her clothes, pondering which ones to keep and which ones to leave behind. "They had to borrow some clothes from us until Tony could order them some. It just made me think about how nice it would be to have a comfortable space stocked with everything someone might need. Is that silly? I have a lot of things that I don't use, and I just..."
Steve got up from the bed and walked over to Y/N, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. He took the clothes from her hand and helped her fold them. "There's nothing silly about wanting to create a warm and welcoming environment for someone in need," he said reassuringly. "And for the record, this makes me love you even more."
At that time, he had also pitched in, offering to contribute with some clothes and other things that he hadn't yet touched. So, he entered the room and headed towards the closet, grabbing a pair of jogging pants and a loose shirt. Steve moved to the ensuite and carefully placed his clothes on one of the cabinets by the sink. He then crouched down to take the towels out of the basket, his mind already turning to thoughts of the long shower he was going to enjoy. But as he rummaged through the pile, a manila folder suddenly slipped out from inside the longer towel, catching his attention.
Steve eyed the folder curiously, bending down to pick it up. Why would Y/N store a folder in the bathroom out of all places? He really wanted to dismiss the thought, but the fact that the folder was hidden inside the towels made him question the situation even more.
Curiously, he opened the folder. He had barely laid eyes on the content before he blanched. This was the folder Sharon had delivered him weeks ago. A copy of it, at least. But this couldn’t be possible. Y/N would never steal from his office; she didn’t have the need to infiltrate it or sneak files or data. Everything of his is hers to have. So, why did she possess a monochrome copy of the latest Hydra schematics Sharon had sent him with the notes and strategies he had inscribed out and marked with his ballpen?
As Steve's eyes scanned the pages, his mind raced with questions and doubts. Was Y/N involved with Hydra? Had she been spying on him all along? He couldn't believe it. He knew her too well. But the evidence was right in front of him, and he couldn't ignore it.
He sat down on the marble tiles, his world spinning as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Maybe there was some explanation for all of this, some reason why Y/N had this file.
The original was kept under lock and key in his office. Now that he thought of it, even Y/N didn’t have a key to that specific drawer. So how could she get it? Steve's mind raced as he held the folder in his hands, wondering how Y/N managed to get her hands on it.
Every word felt like a punch to the gut, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that Hydra was always two steps ahead of them. Steve remembered how nervous Y/N had been lately, especially after the security breach that proved to be a warning than an actual attack.
The truth was that Y/N walked unharmed from every mission, yet she was the one who was the most nervous out of the team, particularly every time Hydra's informant was mentioned. And now that Steve thought about it, he could see Y/N’s eyes following his movements as he stored the file in his drawer and placed the key in the pocket of his pants, the same pants she took off when they went to their room afterward.
Steve's mind raced as he recalled all the little details he had overlooked in the past two months. He remembered how Y/N had seemed lost in thought and jumpy, and how she had been the only one out of the compound during the security breach, even though she didn't have any mission.
Steve's hand tightened on the sink as he stood up, refusing to believe what the folder in his hand was suggesting. "No," he muttered to himself. "Y/N wouldn't do it. There has to be an explanation."
With the folder still clutched tightly in his hand, Steve rushed out of the room, his bruises forgotten in his determination to find out the truth. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he ran through the empty hallways, his mind racing with the need to prove that Y/N couldn't possibly be a Hydra agent.
He furiously clicked the elevator buttons again and again when it refused to get to his level fast enough, thinking, who the fuck would be up and about late at night and taking a trip using the elevators? When it took a second too long for it to reach his floor, Steve bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Though fueled by adrenaline and urgency, his footsteps were light—shoes barely leaving a trail of noise despite every rushed step he took. He was almost at Y/N's door, two steps separating him from finding his answers. And when Steve's hands came in contact with the metal of the doorknob, Y/N's disapproving voice filtered through his ears.
“Are you kidding me?” she whisper-yelled. For a second, Steve thought she was addressing him, but she couldn't have known he was there. He pressed his ear against the door and made out Y/N's voice. She was up, and her shoes were squeaking against the parquet. "Watch your mouth when you talk to me," she spoke again, anger in her tone. "And keep Steve out of this."
Steve's heart pounded in his chest as he strained his ears to listen. Who was Y/N speaking to in the dead of night? He couldn't hear any other voice, despite his efforts to focus and pick up on any additional sounds. His breathing became labored as he desperately tried to discern any other heartbeat or whisper, but all he could hear was Y/N's voice echoing through their room.
“Nobody knows. You think I'm stupid enough to let anyone find out that I’m associated with you in any way, shape, or form?” Y/N's voice was tense, and Steve could tell that she was probably on the phone with someone. “You won’t ruin the trust I’ve built with the Avengers. I don’t know what game you're playing, but… no, Brock! I'm not finished yet!”
The manila folder slipped from Steve's hand, the sound of it hitting the ground barely audible. His heart, on the other hand, crashed to the floor with a resounding thud. Steve stepped back, putting as much space as he could between himself and the door, unwilling to listen to another word from Y/N.
It couldn't be true. Y/N couldn't be talking to Brock Rumlow of all people. He would have known, wouldn't he? Y/N was never discreet with her phone, and he would have noticed any strange behavior.
Steve’s eyes caught the papers that fell out of the folder. The strategies and outlines he considered, the plans he had made, and the ideas he had offered. They mocked him and his blind trust in Y/N. And that phone call was the cherry on top of the cake.
The sharp edges of his broken heart stabbed at his soul. Steve gritted his teeth and straightened up. He had missed a good chunk of the conversation, but Y/N was still talking, though mindful of her tone.
He could hear her pacing and then stopping in her tracks to drum her fingers against the table or the wall. Steve prayed that there would be an explanation, that there was a story there, something that would help explain why Y/N would be talking to Brock. But he wasn’t prepared to hear it.
"You can try to ruin my reputation with the Avengers, but it won't work. We'll meet under my conditions. In five hours, at the alley near Café Epoque. No SHIELD or Hydra. Don’t worry about Steve, he’s on a mission. That's all I'll say. Now leave me be."
Y/N hung up and, most probably, flung the phone on the bed. Steve heard the soft thud followed by Y/N’s harsh breathing. She was pacing the room, mumbling words that were too fast to understand. Then, he heard her halt her pacing. She shuffled close to the door, her heartbeats clearer now. And when she opened the door and walked out, Steve was already halfway across the stairs, thinking about what the hell he was going to do.
As a spy, Y/N had a talent for deception. Earlier that morning, when Sam caught her wearing tights and a hoodie, she smoothly claimed that she was heading out for a run. When he questioned why she hadn't joined him, she had a quick retort ready, saying that she wasn't crazy enough to wake up at five in the morning like he did.
Sam had laughed it off, wishing her a good time. And she wasted not a second longer before rushing out of the compound. She took the usual path Bucky, Sam, and Steve took when they were out running. So if someone deemed her actions suspicious, the security cameras would confirm her going out on a run.
Extreme? Maybe. But the last thing she wanted was to let anyone know that she was meeting Brock. Speaking of the devil, his silhouette lingered by the alley, urging Y/N to step closer. Her stomach churned with every step she took closer. Yet she squared her shoulders and never stopped walking, determined to hide the anxiety slithering through her body.
“What do you want?” Y/N cut to the chase, enunciating every word. She crept closer to Brock, thinking he might retreat further back into the shadows. Much to her disappointment, he didn’t.
"Well, well, Bambi, aren't you a ray of sunshine," Brock taunted, noticing the flicker of displeasure in Y/N's eyes. "I've been curious about your well-being."
“What do you want?”
“Ah, I'm relieved to hear that you're doing fine. As I am, in case you were wondering.”
"I wasn't," she snapped, her patience wearing thin. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to contain her frustration. "Don't push me to ask for the third time, Brock. Just answer the damn question."
“I just wanted to see how my favorite person in the world was doing.” He outstretched his hand, reaching toward Y/N’s hair. She quickly caught his wrist, using her thumb to put pressure on his pulse point.
“Hate to burst your bubble, but if you called me here expecting a glimpse of your own glorious self through my eyes, I'm afraid I've always considered you a lost cause. And that was before your face decided to experiment with the art of spontaneous combustion.”
“Lost cause, eh?” Brock smirked, adding to Y/N’s irritation. “That’s not a nice word to describe your brother. Let alone your big brother, Bambi.”
Despite her composed demeanor, Y/N's fingers subtly twitched at her sides, a telltale sign of her building tension. She averted her gaze, the sight of her brother churning her insides. Her eyes wandered, scanning the narrow confines of the alleyway as if searching for solace in the surrounding walls. Brock’s words lingered in the air, a painful reminder of the blood ties that bound them together. A reminder she despised.
“Stop comparing me to a fawn.”
“Hmm, maybe I should. You did stop being the prey a long time ago.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Ask Rogers. You’ll know then.” Y/N was quite grateful that she was not endowed with superhuman strength because the grinding of her teeth and tightness of her jaw could have caused quite the collateral damage. Her brother, a term she hated to use when describing the unhinged being facing her, did not seem to care as he continued with his monologue. “When you first wanted to be a spy, I had my doubts. And I do admit that I never believed in your abilities. At least, not until you managed to hide your true identity from your own boyfriend.”
“In case it skipped your notice, Brock. I never asked for your shitty seal of approval.”
“Language, Y/N. Jesus, I thought being with Captain Righteous might straighten you up a little, but I guess I was wrong.”
“Rumlow…”
“Right back at you, sis,” he chuckled. Callously on top of it all.
In times like this, I wish I had Wanda’s powers, Y/N thought. “If you’ve called me at three in the goddamn morning to waste my time, then congratulations, Brock. Mission accomplished.”
“With your assistance, they all are,” Brock smirked. “Contrary to what you may think, I don’t have an ulterior motive. You’ve been less reachable lately, understandable with the mission you have—”
“You haven’t reached out to me in years!” Y/N countered.
It might’ve been a trick of the light, but there was a noticeable moment of hesitation in Brock's demeanor. “Not directly, no. You know I can’t do that.”
“You send subliminal messages instead.”
“I’ve always had a flair for the dramatics.”
“If you’re waiting for me to deny it, I won’t.”
Brock's head shook in a subtle motion. Y/N's senses heightened as she observed his hand inching closer to her side, prepared to react swiftly if necessary. But instead of a threatening gesture, his hand landed softly on her shoulder, offering a gentle squeeze. “You know what else I have a flair for? Caring for my little sister. I know the pressure Hydra is putting on both of us is massive, but you’ve been doing better than expected. I’m proud of you. Wouldn’t you agree, Captain?”
Captain? Y/N's face scrunched up in perplexity. Brock had lost it. Not only did that explosion scorch his face and erase half his features, but it must have taken his entire, and relatively small, brain with it.
"I don't know what kind of twisted game you're playing, Brock. But I warn you, if you don't put an end to this nonsense immediately, I won't hesitate to involve the Avengers."
The uninterested look Brock gave her made Y/N feel uneasy. He withdrew his hand from her shoulder in a slow and deliberate manner. Malice fed the hunger in his eyes the more he kept them on her. “Haven’t you done it already? Why else would your boyfriend be standing behind us?”
In hindsight, Y/N shouldn't have turned around. Not without calculating her next steps. It’s not that Brock wasn’t right—Steve was indeed standing behind her with features that exuded both sharpness and menace. But Y/N should’ve been smarter. She should’ve known that Brock had been tugging on her hands, forcing her to dig her own grave.
“Steve?” she squeaked. The super soldier didn’t twitch at the sound even though she knew he picked it up. He remained unmoving, like a tree defying the violent storm, gaze flickering between her and Brock.
“If you want me to stop treating you like a fawn, then you should stop clinging to that part. You’re right. It doesn’t suit you.” Briefly tearing her eyes away from Steve, Y/N leveled Brock with a nasty glare. And as ironic as it was, her brother’s deformed face held far more emotions than Steve’s maskless one. “You said your boyfriend was on a mission. I didn’t realize I am the mission.”
“Don’t overestimate your own importance,” Steve finally spoke. His voice carried a menacing undertone akin to a sudden thrust of an unseen knife. The words settled deep within Y/N's bones, leaving a chilling resonance.
“Just as you overestimated my sister’s? That’s right, Cap. Y/N is my sister. But I imagine this revelation isn’t the most shocking information you've learned about her, is it?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Brock?”
Irritation was quickly thrown out the window in favor of confusion. What the hell was Brock saying? And why was he so composed despite Steve’s looming and threatening presence behind her?
Brock was setting her up, no doubt about that. But there was something about Steve’s seething character and Brock’s Machiavellian attitude that made the sirens in her head blare.
Revelation, he had said, on top of pointing out that she was more prey than victim. He didn’t flinch at the sight of Steve, more like welcomed it with open arms. Her mind was racing to find out what he was planning, knowing well that he wanted to drive a wedge between her and Steve. But could being a Rumlow warrant such a treatment?
Brock pursed his lip as the malicious glint in his eyes intensified. “Drop the act, Bambi,” he said. “Hydra won’t be too pleased with you choosing me as your sacrificial lamb.”
A surge of anger engulfed Y/N, her frustration boiling over. How could she have been so blind? She turned her back on Brock, fixating her gaze on Steve. At that moment, all her SHIELD training felt futile, discarded in the depths of the alley, as she recklessly diverted her attention away from Brock.
"Steve, please," she pleaded, desperation lacing her voice. "I don't know what brought you here, but you have to believe me. I have no connection to Hydra. I'm not the spy!"
“You’re a Rumlow,” Steve spat, tearing her apart with three words just as he had always built her up with three.
Y/N’s lips trembled, shaking from the cold realization that Steve did not believe her. “I—I’m not. If being a Rumlow means the same as being treacherous and conniving, then I’m not. You know me.”
“Does he?”
“Stop talking, Brock!” Y/N shouted, closing her eyes in annoyance. Brock didn’t relent.
“I'm just offering my observation, sis. Isn't that what you do to add some excitement?”
“Enough.” Steve’s voice came out low, composed, and measured. Yet every hair on Y/N’s skin stood up. The roots he seemed to have planted in place disappeared, and it took him four steps to reach Y/N’s side. “No more talking.”
Y/N ached to erase the heaviness that laced his words. Those words that were once so calm and gentle, whispered to her before Steve showed her the magnitude of his love and desire, were now an erratic hurricane that swept her off her feet for all the wrong reasons.
“Steve…” She tried to defend himself, but the green in his eyes was so scarce. It gave her a silent indication that words were truly unwelcome.
“I don’t trust you, Rumlow.” It burned. “I don’t believe you.” It hurt. “And I may be out of time, but I’m not out of my mind to desperately latch on to any word that comes out of your treacherous mouth.” It scarred.
Steve’s gaze tormented Y/N. She screamed silently, letting him know that he was making a mistake. She could never be the traitor in their ranks. She would never betray her family—him. But despite his guarded eyes consuming hers, disbelief defiantly lined his irises.
His fingers wrapped around Y/N’s wrists, causing her to gasp. With a quick tug, he yanked her protectively behind his solid frame. And to her utter disbelief, he threw himself at her brother.
Brock's belated realization of Steve's assault came crashing down as he collided with the ground, the impact echoing loudly. Steve seized him by the collar, jaw clenched with determination, as he prepared to deliver another blow. Yet, just as he readied his fist, a sharp sound resonated around the alley. Steve’s hand instinctively reached for his wounded shoulder where a bullet had found its mark.
"Steve!" Y/N's voice trembled with panic. In an instant, Steve grabbed her waist, forcefully pinning her against the wall as a barrage of bullets cascaded around them. Brock saw his opportunity amidst the chaos and attempted to flee, but Steve and Y/N were determined not to let him escape. "Natasha?" Y/N urgently called out, activating her Stark watch.
“In pursuit of the Hydra agent.” Natasha’s voice came through.
Y/N gently pushed against Steve, but he quickly caught on to her intentions. "I'll go after him," he asserted, gripping her hand firmly. She shook her head, her gaze fixed on his injured shoulder. "You're not the only one who called for backup. Bucky is on his trail too."
Y/N hesitantly nodded, understanding the double meaning behind his sentence. She placed her right palm over his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll help, Nat. Not up for debate.”
Steve relented, and with that, the both of them dispersed. Through her Stark watch, Y/N managed to pin Nat’s exact location. She was moving fast, from one rooftop to another.
Trusting that Steve and Bucky had her brother covered, Y/N pulled out the concealed gun and sprinted through the streets. The enemy agent must have taken a different route, as Y/N could see her adversary land on the ground right in front of her and recover within seconds.
Y/N's instincts kicked in, and she swiftly raised her gun, taking aim at the fire hydrant mere steps away from the agent. With a well-aimed shot, she punctured the hydrant, causing a forceful jet of water to erupt toward the agent. The unexpected deluge forced the agent to jump back, momentarily disoriented by the sudden surge of water.
Natasha swiftly comprehended the situation, sprinting across the street to close the distance, while Y/N made a split-second decision to alter her path and intercept the Hydra agent head-on. The sound of Natasha's exertion echoed in Y/N's ears, intensifying the urgency to pick up the pace. Despite Natasha's inherent speed advantage, the task of incapacitating the agile agent proved challenging, as if their adversary had an uncanny ability to anticipate every move.
In a blur, Natasha shattered a storefront window with a gunshot, causing shards of glass to spray near the agent's face, driving them closer to Y/N. She reacted quickly, delivering a swift kick to their face. Their hood fell off, revealing wisps of blonde hair. She didn't have time to look at their face as she was determined to disarm them.
With a growl, Y/N rushed to deliver a blow to the agent’s ribs. She ducked as the woman brought her fist to her face, using the momentum in her favor to hook her ankle around the woman’s own and drive her to the ground.
As the woman looked at her with a glare, Y/N’s eyes widened. “Sharon?” she whispered in disbelief, and even Natasha, who still hadn’t seen Sharon’s face, bristled.
Too stunned by the reveal, both Avengers weren't quick enough to intercept Sharon's next moves. She swung her leg to kick Y/N hard across her stomach. Still on the ground, she repositioned her body enough to throw a metal ball at Natasha. It beeped fast, faster than anyone could have anticipated, before dark smoke erupted from it, trapping Natasha in a mirage of darkness.
“It would’ve been so much easier if he didn’t love you,” Sharon’s voice resonated. From the corner of her bloodshot eyes, Y/N could see her reaching for the gun. Y/N stood up on shaky legs and roared, bulldozing her way into Sharon and knocking her to the ground.
In the midst of the fierce struggle, knees collided with noses and limbs grappled, each trying to gain the upper hand. The scuffle caused Sharon's gun to be flung out of reach, lost somewhere in the chaotic fray. With a flicker of determination in her eyes, Sharon's gaze darted between Y/N and her immediate surroundings, desperately seeking a potential weapon. And there it was.
Y/N's knife loomed just out of her reach, poking out of a hidden pocket. But before she could grasp it, Sharon's hand darted toward the hilt. With a forceful push, Y/N was knocked down, and the gleaming blade was poised, ready to deliver a lethal strike.
In that perilous moment, a large hand closed around the knife's metal, halting its deadly trajectory. Blood trickled down Y/N's face, eliciting a gasp of disbelief, but Sharon seemed to bear the brunt of the shock. Gripped by fear, the knife slipped from her grasp. The next instant, Sharon was sent hurtling backward, colliding with the unyielding embrace of Bucky's metal arm.
Y/N's eyes flickered upward, her mouth agape in astonishment. "Steve?" she stammered, caught between shock and relief.
“Wrapping your hand around the metal of a knife is the opposite of being careful, Steve!” Y/N chastised. Now in the med bay, she was disinfecting Steve’s wound, about to wrap a bandage around it.
The fight was over and done with after Bucky caught Sharon. She was now being interrogated by Tony and Secretary Ross while Brock was on his merry way to the Raft.
Y/N, Steve, Natasha, and Bucky were all required to sit in for questioning. It was protocol after what happened, especially given the new information about Y/N’s identity. But Natasha was disoriented from whatever chemical Hydra had developed, and Bucky looked one more word away from reverting to Winter Soldier mode—his worry over Natasha’s well-being overpowering his sense of self-preservation. Not to mention that Steve was bleeding and Y/N was covered in bruises and blood.
In due time, they made their way to the med bay, reaching a mutual understanding that they would share their accounts and perspectives later.
"What? Were you hoping for that knife to find its place on your collarbone, Y/N? If that's what you desired, you should have mentioned it earlier, and I would have arranged a more suitable scenario."
If his smirk was any indicator, it was clear that he was joking. But even his lighthearted smile didn’t ease the worry on Y/N’s face.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she said, wrapping the bandage nice and easy. “It was bad enough that a bullet found its target in your shoulder.”
“I’m a super soldier. I’ll heal by tomorrow. But if that knife came closer to your body—”
“I know,” Y/N sighed disgustingly. Her index finger traced the white bandages with a featherlight touch that made Steve shiver. “Did Natasha tell you I was meeting Brock?”
Though her voice was low and gentle, it caused a spike of anxiety to travel the length of Steve’s veins. “No.”
“Then how did you know I was meeting him?”
“I came back at around three in the morning,” Steve admitted. He caught the sight of the dark veins under Y/N’s eyes, immediately smoothing them with his thumbs. “I didn’t want to wake you up—I may have been injured on that mission. I went to your old room, Y/N. And while I was there, I found a copy of a Hydra mission file I was working on.”
“In my old room?”
“In the bathroom of your old room. An odd place to store files, if you ask anybody. Which is why I was shocked when I found the copy. And then, I remembered that you were the only one who was out when Hydra had overridden FRIDAY. And you were the only one of us who barely sustained a scratch on our missions. You were always so anxious at the sheer mention of the double agent, and I…”
“I can’t believe it,” Y/N muttered under her breath. She couldn’t believe the lengths her brother and Sharon went to go frame her. It disgusted her more that she was too busy wallowing in her anxiety to pick up on their actions.
“I didn’t believe it.” Steve’s hands found their place on her waist and pulled her closer. She could see the tranquil shade of green nestled in his irises, urging her to listen to him and breathe. “I didn’t, Y/N. I know you. I trust you. I went to our room to talk to you, but I heard you on the phone with Rumlow. I froze in place. And before I knew it, I ran back to your old room. It took me a solid ten minutes to gather my thoughts, and by the time I did, I found you talking with Nat.”
His words were sincere, but there was more than just comfort in his every syllable. They carried a hint of disappointment, a tinge of hurt. And as he whispered the last sentence, Steve's pain was evident.
“I didn’t know you were here,” Y/N whispered.
Steve gave her a considerate smile. “Even if I were, I have a feeling you wouldn’t have told me.”
“I wouldn’t have known how,” she confessed with sadness in her pupils. “I knew Brock was up to something, and believe me, I didn’t want to tell Nat everything. But… she understands what it's like being judged for something that’s completely out of your hands. The words, the truth, it all spilled out.”
"I understand, babydoll. I understand," Steve reassured, the endearing nickname washing over Y/N, bringing a sense of ease. Y/N gently cupped Steve's cheek, allowing their noses to brush against each other.
“What happened then?” she continued to whisper, and Steve found comfort in the calmness of her voice.
“It was clear Natasha wasn’t going to involve anyone else. But I wasn’t going to stand idly while you two dealt with whatever Rumlow had planned. I went to Bucky. And as soon as he knew Natasha was tagging along—”
“He didn’t waste time asking any more questions.” A pause followed Y/N’s statement. She kept her eyes on Steve, her hand absentmindedly running up and down his thigh while his uninjured one kneaded her back. Luckily, she and Bucky sustained no more than a few bruises. It was only Natasha and Steve who were moderately injured.
Steve’s voice interrupted the silence. “What are you thinking?”
Y/N chewed on her lower lip, thinking hard. “Did you hate me? The moment you found out I was Brock’s sister?”
“Never.” Y/N sighed in relief. “I was shocked beyond words. But I understood. I did. We’re more than the names we inherit and the roles we shoulder. I wasn’t going to hate you for something you so clearly despised yourself. If anything, I loved you all the more for your choices.”
“You loved that I lied?”
Steve laughed. “I loved how you embraced your mother's surname, showing that you didn't rely on your brother's influence to succeed in SHIELD. I loved your unwavering loyalty to your team, to me, despite sharing blood with Rumlow. But most of all, I loved your instinct to involve someone, even if it wasn't me, the moment you sensed trouble."
“I was going to tell you,” Y/N assured. “One day, I was going to tell you everything. I was just scared.”
“Then don’t be,” Steve said. His fingers laced through Y/N’s locks, tenderly stroking the back of her head. “I love you, Y/N. I trust you. No matter the fears you have, share them with me. I’ll never run just because you have something to say that I might not like. I’m always with you.”
Love blossomed within Y/N's heart, its warmth spreading across her face in a radiant smile. Her eyes shimmered with unwavering devotion as she whispered, "Through the calm and the rain?" In response, Steve's lips seamlessly melded with hers, a gentle dance that spoke volumes of their affection and tenderness. Their embrace was a testament to the deep bond they shared, a connection that could weather any tempest that came their way.
At last, Steve pulled away. His silence was a soothing reminder of the peace that could never be snatched away from either of them no matter the circumstances. With one deep sigh, he whispered, “Through the calm and the rain, my Y/N.”
And so it was, amidst the serenity and the downpour, that Y/N and Steve stood firm, their love resolute and unyielding. They were intertwined, like ancient oaks with roots that ran deep, unshakable in their commitment to one another.
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Summary: How do you find your way to the light when you're under the rubble?
Genre Warnings: Mostly Angst, there is a smutty scene though SO 18+
Word Count: about 13k
ANGST warning: Fighting and Avenger work, and then verbal fights as well as, vague/brief mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Suicide, and Self Harm
Smut Warnings: Mommy/Daddy kink, Puppy/Pup kink, strap on use (r and W receiving), strapwarming, a bit of humiliation, thigh riding, d/s power exchanges,
*as per usual lemme know if i missed anything important*
A/N: And this my loves, is the finale part of TGU S1 Finale. Hopefully it is everything that you guys wanted. Here's part one if you haven't read it! If there are any mistakes or anything, its cause i suck.
***Minors DNI** **Pay attention to the warnings tagged and only click the keep reading tab if you are okay with them and 18+*** ***18+ ONLY***
Training Grounds Master List
Dropping a stack of papers on the table, the man sighs as he rubs his hand over his face. This wasn’t the conversation he wanted to have on everyone’s day off but the longer they wait the more difficult the situation will be to defuse. “This is serious now Wanda, don’t you understand that yet?” Steve just wanted her to agree, nod her head and let them help her figure something out. He didn’t want the young girl to ever be put in a situation where she may end up a public enemy again.
Pouring a few fingers of whiskey, Tony’s nonchalant attitude would normally frustrate everyone but he is keeping the room calm at the moment. “It’s no longer a maybe, everyone can see the changes in you. It’s basically a flashing sign to the rest of the world that we’re losing control of a ticking time bomb.” His voice is already slurring a little, and you can tell that the surprise meeting took him by surprise but nothing would stop him from drinking in the moment. His family, the team, was falling apart in such a deep way and it was starting to affect him more than most understood.
“I have it under control, I told you that.” Wanda was glaring at the table, practically refusing to look at anyone. She hated being surprised like this, it felt more like an interrogation or intervention more than a team meeting.
“We can’t trust your judgment anymore, Maximoff.” Fury always has an air of authority to him, even to the witch who rarely interacted with him. She never liked him, for he had originally been part of the group that wanted to imprison her for her actions with Ultron. The man regardless demanded respect with each word he spoke, even gaining the brunette’s gaze. “Should have taken Hill’s word for it and kept you under lock and key from the moment we realized how dangerous you could end up.” The sarcastic jab was unprofessional, but he didn’t take it back instead staring directly at Wanda.
Glaring at the head of her girlfriend, the witch tries to prompt her into doing something. “Seriously Nat, you’re going to just sit back and let them speak to me and about me like this?” She knew that the two were having issues, but at the end of the day she knew she would never let someone else berate the ginger like this.
The widow shrugs, helplessly shaking her head as she finally looks up. “What do you want me to say? I told you that we couldn’t handle this alone, though personally I think this is out of their control at this point but at least we’re finally stepping out of trying to deal with it without help.” It’s almost a slap to the face, a decision that makes it seem almost helpless that the two have been together for almost a full decade at this point.
Tony sets his glass down, a clank sharp enough to pull everyone’s attention. “Earth can’t handle another eruption, and right now the cherry bomb over there is the biggest one on the radar. It isn’t about sides, we protect and right now I’m not any of us know where this is actually going to end up.”
“At this point I think you guys just want to lock me back up, throw away the key and leave me to rot. Would that make you guys feel better?” Wanda’s anger could be felt throughout the room, even though her entire body was calm and relaxed.
The widow in the room speaks slowly, under her breath, but in the dead silence no one could have missed it. “Might make the rest of the world feel better.” Even when she realizes that she said it out loud, you could tell there was no regret.
“Classy Romanoff, real classy.” Rolling his eyes, Tony downs the rest of his drink as he tries to keep calm. The entire domestic situation was getting out of control and he had a feeling that it would cause the future to be even more rocky if they stayed divided.
Finally moving to show her emotions, Wanda’s hand slams against the table. A loud resounding smack makes everyone flinch, sparks of scarlett magic flying into the air. “Your problems with me aren’t the boys’ business, so why do you constantly want to air it out in front of others?” The death glare shot towards Natasha would send anyone else to their knees, begging for forgiveness but not the widow.
The assassin was used to the witch’s outbursts, though they were more frequent when she was younger they haven’t changed one bit. Rolling her eyes at the tantrum that she knows is brewing, she just blankly stares back at Wanda. “When have you ever been against showing off to others? Don’t you love when others watch, you get off on it.”
Seething, the Sokovian bares her teeth at her girlfriend; furious that this entire thing is always being turned on her. “You’re the one that left our last conversation.”
A mocking laugh breaks up the heavy breathing, baited silence as everyone waits for them to finish. “I left? Me? Miss Houdini over here thinks that I left! That’s real entertainment.”
Wanda’s rings scrape against the table, a screech that has the men in the room grimacing, as she exhaustedly sighs. “Walking out after someone tells you what Bishop told us is not okay Natalia. No matter what your reaction is, that is not it.”
“Get over that night, everyone else did.” A note of silence plants a seed of doubt, watered quickly from the diverted gazes and quiet throat clearing. “Didn’t they?”
“You got over it. You put a fake bandaid over it. The gifts…I heard they were nice, and of course the suit we made turned out great but…even I know that gifts can only go so far.” Tony sort of shrugs, an attempt to not piss off the ginger.
A loud scoff interrupts him, the witch stranding quickly as her chair falls behind her. Pushing into the widow’s personal space, Wanda leans down into her face. Her hands land on the armrests, blocking her partner from being able to get up. “Get it through your thick skull Romanoff, the world doesn’t just fall to their knees because you decide that you are ready to move on.”
It’s silent for a long time, the two women glaring at one another with neither willing to budge. No one really wanted to interrupt, stupidly hoping that one of them would give up, be willing to nudge at at least a little. When the staring contest goes on for almost ten minutes, the other men all look to one person to try and break it apart. “Even though this fight is incredibly sexy, a real treat ladies. This isn’t what we came to talk about.” Even as Steve and Nick sigh, cringing when they realize how Tony decided to ease tension, everyone is relieved when the two women finally separate.
Straightening his posture, a very uncomfortable Steve clears his throat. “Yes, we need a game plan for whenever this…prophecy is fulfilled.”
Wanda rolls her eyes, her face slowly becoming stoic as her mask falls into place. Deliberately ignoring Natasha when a noise of concern falls from her pursed lips, the witch turns to to the captain swiftly. “Here’s the plan Star Spangled Banner, I go away. That’s all. You won’t have to worry about me when I am gone, and I don’t need anyone to even be concerned with me.”
Before anyone can even reply, or try to stop her, the brunette disappears only leaving behind a puff of crimson.
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A hand tugs you back, and you almost chastise the blonde but she’s shushing you and pointing to the four men walking the path below you two. Floating above a balcony, you lower the two of you to a ceiling beam to try and help conceal your position. It’s mostly dark, just a few dim lights flickering. Thankful for your new technology, and watching as Yelena slips on her green goggles, the two of you take your time to scan the area. You know that this entire situation is no longer an offensive, a recovery mission on one of the highest protocols as not only a huge group of civilians but two of the most prominent heroes are incapacitated.
Echoes of taunts and muffled whimpers reach the two of you, analyzing the possible route around becomes a breeze as you blink through the purple arrows showing you the best way. When the two of you hear an agonized scream it doesn’t take much more for you to drop down, ambushing the masked men below you. Working together you and the blonde almost move as if you are one, your connection truly shining through fighting for the first time. Even as you move farther into the building, separating as needed, it’s almost like you share the same brain.
With each move you decide to make, your confidence never wavers as the comforting vibration of crimson mist moves along your body. Besides trying it on during the holidays, you had never worn the suit and the way it works with you is mind blowing. Any time you came face to face with one of the masked men it was like the suit knew what to do, the perfect weapon materializing out of chaos into your hand.
Maroon blades and arrows glitching from their spots where they stick out of those you leave in your wake, anger from knowing they hurt people you loved making you not second guess your actions. Never running out of weapons coming in handy as the two of you work your way through the huge bank, before finally coming to a meeting point right in front of the main lobby. You take a moment to breathe as you sneak through the last hallway, assessing the situation, and realizing that Wanda made sure that no one could ever track you for everything you leave with them disappears.
Yelena finally settles next to you, working on a small phone as she works to hack into the building’s alarm and security system. “The witch did good on your suit.”
Nodding silently, you stand next to her with a shield of scarlet curving around the two of you as you focus on the small screen. “This is Katie’s code.” Your voice is hushed, though excited when you realize that you should be able to figure it out easily enough. “I recognize it from when I hang out at work with her. I think..if you switch the last two things and just rework that fourth line then it should work perfectly.”
The blonde rolls her eyes at you, doing what you suggest and chuckling as it works perfectly. She easily begins to work through the system, setting up different triggers. “You know, I am shocked that you remember anything from your time at her company as you drool so much over her.”
She interrupts you before you can chastise her, nodding as she slips the phone back into a pocket somewhere. Making note to giggle at her later, you let the mask show you where to go as the two of you scale the ceiling. The list of how many civilians to save growing with each second you crawl around, the center of the floor finally coming into view. You can see the faint purple electric forcefield first before the mess of people inside, the mask zooms in on the huddle for you.
Almost immediately you divert your eyes, unable to fully see two of your favorite people in such a position. Instead you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for a fight of your life. You could recognize how outnumbered you were, especially with so many of the men in the middle of the floor. They were all heavily armed, and you knew that the two of you were already exhausted after taking so many people down alone. Unsure of how good the group of men were at wielding their overpowered weapons made this mission a bit more difficult, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle or so you were telling yourself that.
Slowly your eyes slip shut, the blinking lights and distant screams overwhelming you. It wasn’t something you were used to, and you knew that it was something you would need to train to be better equipped to handle. You never thought when you got this suit a few months back for Christmas that it would be used this quick.
You knew you didn’t have time to be scared, not a single moment to work through the fear that was starting to completely take over your system. It was no longer an option, not that it was one in the first place, instead you had to dig deep. Finding that little girl in you that desperately just wanted to save people, the one that would have grown up to be an agent if not for that tragic night. Maybe you weren’t focused on saving every single person in the bank, and maybe that was incredibly selfish, but thinking about letting two of the most important people in your life slip between your fingers was all it took for you to step off the beam.
Eyes closing as you feel your body fly through the air, trusting the way the crimson mist moves along your skin and holds you so tenderly. You can hear shouts and screams, people rushing around below you, but even as things go soaring past you the suit almost makes you feel like time is slowed down. Giving you energy and focus, you can hear the way the witch would speak to you. Encouragement and love filling each thought, leaking into your body and filling you with a confidence that can only come from someone as powerful as her believing wholeheartedly in you.
Landing in the middle of the room should have scared you but truthfully you knew in the back of your mind, and at the center of your heart, that anything Wanda would ever give you would never allow you to be hurt. The mask covered your eyes, but it didn’t matter as your vision was just a huge screen of red and purple static, almost as if it was a glitching computer screen.
All your senses, all of your nerves, your entire being filled with a warm radiating chaos all flooding from the gleaming mark along your ribs. The fight was no longer just yours, but you knew that your favorite witch was there too. Standing tall in the middle of a shocked group of people, your vision cleared and your goal was in sight.
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You knew the moment that you came home that everything would explode. After pushing the suit to its limit, you had barely been able to teleport the four of you to the penthouse before passing out. Happy that you were able to at the very least keep everyone safe, your body just wasn’t used to that amount of magic surging through your veins.
Yelena had called upon her own people, a favor to get all of you back to Avengers campus. The two young heroes were immediately taken to medical, and you were brought to Kate’s room to rest. The doctors cleared you quickly, stating you just were exhausted and needed a good nap. Enlisting your best friend to make sure that for the next day or so, you would stay hydrated and fed; true rest.
She as per usual took her orders seriously and monitored you closely as you slept, dreading the next unspoken part of her job; calling your two rage filled owners. The younger sister knew that she was practically dousing the flames with gasoline the longer that she procrastinated calling them, but even she was scared of them sometimes.
By the time that they were called, you were happily walking around and feeling completely better but you knew that it was only a matter of time before the two showed up. Unsure of exactly how they would react, you decided to just try to prep for anything. Anger and intense fear was for sure, but you knew that even though the rules weren’t explicitly written out that you broke many. The suit wasn’t made for you to become a hero, or an agent.
While you and Yelena were playing a casual round of Town of Salem, the door slammed open. Crimson magic practically crushing the metal, looming silhouettes of the two women scary even from a distance.
It was the angry voice of the widow that breaks the volatile silence. “What do you mean you took her out on a mission?” It’s demeaning and directed at her younger sister, lunging towards her before stopping herself short.
Wanda takes her time to walk towards you, her face void of any emotion as she scans your body. She takes her time to formulate a sentence, letting the two siblings squabble behind her as she takes the blonde’s spot next to you. Finally reaching out, she tangles her fingers with yours and the anger fueled fear shines through her emerald eyes. “That was for extreme emergencies only Detka, not for you to go out and find trouble!”
You sigh, knowing that you were going to have to defend why you went with the white widow. “This was an emergency and look at me, I’m completely fine!” Gesturing to your body, you try to point out that you only have just a few small cuts and bruises. The suit that the witch had made you was extremely effective at protecting you from any harm.
Natasha’s head pops up, quickly scanning your body. Even though she can easily determine that you aren’t hurt, she still angrily flails her hand in your direction. “Yeah, you are but you could have not been. You should have never gone to get her Yelena, ever.” Shoving her sister to the ground, she looms over her and snarls whenever she tries to get up.
Flopping dramatically back, rolling her eyes up at her older sister Yelena sighs. “Oh cool, am glad you seem so worried about my heath and safe being.”
Kicking her side, huffing as Natasha watches the blonde roll uselessly around on the ground. “You are trained for this, you are THE white widow.” The ginger glares down at the girl when she laughs.
“Kate Bishop is Hawkeye and Peter Parker is Spiderman. All trained and made for this job as well, and you see that they needed help.” The younger widow’s wiseacre tone just further pisses off her sister, but she can’t help but push her buttons. She knows you’re safe, that everyone is safe, and that’s all that matters.
Nodding along, you perk up at your best friend standing up for you. “Don’t forget that in all technicality I have been trained to do this! Do you forget who I was raised by?” Cringing internally at the fact you brought up your lineage, the field that you were destined to be part of.
Wanda sighs, knowing that you weren’t going to budge with Natasha’s angry outbursts. Cupping your chin, she gently turns your face to her. The soft emotional storm shaking the forest in her eyes makes you whimper, a small noise that falls from your lips involuntarily. “You may have been raised by them little one, but we all know you didn’t care for or want the lifestyle.” Even though she sounds much more gentle and loving, it still pisses you off.
“That isn’t fair! I may not like the lifestyle but we all know I am damn good at it. It’s in my blood. S.H.I.E.L.D has been begging me to join the rankings since I could basically walk.” Natasha opens her mouth to interrupt you but you barrel on, despite cringing at the thought of being disrespectful. “I was born to do this and while I may not enjoy it, or have the will to do it daily, if it means saving or aiding any of you then you damn well know that I am going to don the suit and do whatever I need to.”
Yelena is pushing her sister’s foot off of her, sitting up excitedly. “You should have seen her out there, you two need to set your fear aside and know that your little princess is amazing in the field. She knows what to do and honestly if she ever did want to join the agency, I would jump at having her as a partner.”
Rolling your eyes, you reach down to shove the blonde. Knowing she’s just trying to take the heat off of you, a sigh leaves your lips because you can’t truly be angry at her. No regrets from going to save the two Younger Avenger captains, and nothing could change that; not even the two older women glaring down at you. If you ever did step foot in the field, you know that you would be more than thrilled to be partners with your best friend.
Natasha shoves her way in between the two of you, stubborn as usual. The widow refused to budge on her way of speaking about the situation, anger completely over taking her entire mind. “I don’t care how amazing she was, and I know she was amazing. Personally I never wanted that suit to be anything but a defensive thing. It was never meant to go out into the field, nor was it ever meant for you to go wild and perform a retrieval mission.”
You almost choke as you prepare yourself to do what you know needs to be done. Knowing that if anyone else says anything that neither of the older women would settle, the responsibility falls to you. Having spent the last almost five years obeying them almost completely you knew that this act would feel weird, never one to push back in this way. “Kate needed me. Peter needed me. They needed saving and obviously no one else was going to go, for whatever reason it fell to me and Yelena. We stepped up and saved them, and that’s all that should matter. No one else was harmed and we walked away safe. I have no plans to make a habit out of this before you ask. This isn’t something that I want to do a lot. Just drop this argument because at this point, I think we all need to realize that our emotions and feelings are being entirely redirected. I don’t know or understand what is happening, and it is frustrating as hell but I need everyone to figure themselves out.”
Yelena’s eyes widen, never once hearing you stand up to the older women. A small smirk pulls at her lips as she watches her sister and the all knowing witch stumble back, jaws slack as they stare at you. She felt relief, hoping that this would be the beginning of the end of this entire situation. The blonde desperately wanted everything to progress and settle down, the tension was too much for her to deal with.
“I’m going to go be with them while they wake up. I’m sorry for yelling and interrupting but I just need you guys to understand where I stand. This entire thing, whatever it is, is affecting us too. I’m not sure exactly what is going on with you two, but I’m not stupid. I will see you guys later.” You have to force yourself to immediately stand, storming out of the room before you looked into their eyes.
The white widow watches as you walk out of the room, chuckling silently before turning to see the other two struggling to mask their emotions. Wanda seemed to just be angry, eyes wet as she breathed deeply. Flickers of crimson could be seen sparking in the forest of her eyes, her nose twitching as she struggles to control herself. Natasha on the other hand almost drains of all humanity, her face pale and her eyes dim. It’s almost like the words and the venomous tone strikes her directly in the heart and she was losing all ability to live. The youngest wants to say something but she isn’t sure it would help, so instead she just shrugs sympathetically and follows you.
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The gentle beeping is soothing as you stare out the window. Having spent the past few days in this room, you had your favorite spot and you knew the best times to see the best views.
“You don’t have to hang out with me every day, you know.” Kate’s sleep filled voice catches your attention immediately. She’s pushing herself to sit up, rubbing at her eyes. She looks so young in the hospital gown, and it makes you aggressively protective over her.
Sitting in the spot where she’s patting at, you take her hand when she reaches out for you. Kissing her cheek softly, you make sure to not move too quickly as you watch her reactions carefully. “Silly girl, I’ll always be at your side.”
Her head falls back, an exasperated huff leaving her lips as she stares up at the ceiling. Flopping her arm, IV rattling about awkwardly, as she grunts annoyed. “I’m just here for one more day. Stark feels horrible and I think he’s just overeating at this point. Having the nurses keep us in this prison longer than necessary.”
“I agree with him, I think you should stay here until your body is allll better.” You lean in giving her a gentle kiss on different parts of her face, scratches and stitches.
Kate hums, a content sound as she lets her eyes slip closed. Basking in the love you give her, she tries her hardest to ignore the faces that she sees with her eyes shut.
Reaching up, you cup her face and use your thumbs to smooth the worry between her eyebrows. “I’m here Kate, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” It didn’t take much more for the archer to break down, shoving her face into your palm as sobs shake her body.
The two of you sit, curled up together now, unsure of how long the brunette cries into your neck. A sound that breaks your heart, but it needs to happen.
Her voice is broken, scratching at her throat as she forces herself to speak the thoughts screaming inside of her brain. “I froze, in the moment that I needed to be the most brave I froze. Peter was behind me, screaming as his body shut down and I froze mid air. What kind of hero am I if I can’t even save my best friend?”
“It’s not good, you’re right, but do you really think that he’s going to blame you? It didn’t get close enough but I don’t think you would have let him die.” The girl always begged you to rationalize the thoughts in her head, to help her see the real side of things when she no longer could but it hurt every single time to do it. “Things happen, my love, it doesn’t make you a bad person or a bad hero.”
“You say that because you have faith in me, but seeing their faces again and hearing them talk to me like that…It..I felt like a little girl again. I didn’t feel like this trained archer or skilled fighter. I felt like I did whenever they walked into my bedroom.” She’s shoving at you, hands coming up to grip her head and shoving her the heels of her hands into her eyes. It’s almost like she is trying to shove the images out of her mind, but no matter how hard she pushes it never works.
“Kate—“ You can’t even get a full sentence out, barely even her name, before she’s cutting you off.
Her eyes are wide, red rimmed and filled with hot angry tears that almost seem painful to stop. “I couldn’t even stop them! I couldn’t even raise a hand to them or beg for them to stop. It almost felt… like a relief. Normalcy almost leaking into my body and I hate myself for it. I don’t even think I cared that it happened again. All the shit I talked about how I was so angry about it, and that I would hit them even kill them now. What good did it do if I just let it happen? I..just let it happen.” Kate deflates in on herself, almost like someone poked a hole and her rage leaked out of her. Staring blankly at the wall, zoning out, the girl just sits there.
You gulp down your own emotions, a strong urge to puke or burn the entire world down. It isn’t what needs to happen and you know that you need to tread lightly, letting the archer talk as she needs.
She doesn’t say anything, and when you open your mouth to try and fill the air nothing comes out. Instead you sit there, both of you, the sound of beeping the only thing that could be heard. It wasn’t awkward, or tense, but it made you want to cry either way. Her heavy head falling onto your shoulder, comforts the both of you, as thoughts fill the air.
“I want to forget it or at least act like it didn’t happen.” Her voice is small, hesitant and a little strained as she tries to understand her own emotions.
You immediately want to shut it down, knowing that she’s just going to internalize this again and it will ruin her mind. Trying to be gentle about your worries, you rub your thumb over her covered arm and try to look into her eyes. “Kate..is that really the best thing?”
She refuses to meet your gaze, shrugging a bit helplessly. “No. I know it isn’t but that’s the issue. It’s not the best thing, but it’s the thing that will get me to survive this. I don’t want to break right now. I don’t ever want to break but I think my mind needs a minute to deal with everything by itself. I need a minute to not let this ruin everything. The world is bigger than those two, especially now.”
Your heart stutters, dropping into your stomach. Nothing you did that day you regret, and you’re actually deep down proud of what you did to them, but taking lives isn’t something you ever thought you would have done. You did what you needed to, and you know that if you hadn’t that Peter would be dead right now. You aren’t sure what all would have happened to your girlfriend, but you didn’t want to think about that right now. Nodding, you leave a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Her ocean eyes, filled with violent whirlpools and crashing waves, finally meet yours. “Please, just do this for me. Just for now. I’ll think about it, work on it, when everything feels less crumbly.”
Finally you force a smile, cringing internally when she gives you a look. “Okay. I promise. Once everything else feels less crumbly, then we will work on this. We will work at your pace and I will make sure that everyone else does, as long as you can promise the same for me.”
You see her go to argue that, but immediately snaps her jaw closed. Kate sighs and just nods her head slowly, “Fine we both agree.” A beat of silence before she’s pushing herself up. “Can..we talk about the other thing, so that we can think of something else. Something that maybe we can fix.” After you give her a look to continue she shakes her body as she tries to get her thoughts into order.
The archer is glaring at the white blankets, rolling the scratchy plastic band around her wrist. “First…I don’t want to tell them what happened exactly. Natasha already reacted badly to the first time, I don’t want to cause anything else to happen like that. I don’t want to break the dynamic any more.”
“Baby, I don’t think that is on you or your story. I think something else is going on, with both of them.” She gives you a curious look, but it just leaves you shrugging. “Honestly, I’m not sure. They haven’t told me anything either and it’s getting really frustrating.”
“So, how do we fix it?” Kate’s voice is small and it makes you practically growl, annoyance and anger building in your body.
“I’ll deal with it. I think I know how to get them to break.” She looks at you, wanting to complain that she doesn’t want you to do it alone but the look of determination on your face is a sign that you weren’t going to back down.
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“We can’t keep fighting.” The two were sitting across from each other, staring one another down as they met up to try and figure out how to fix the situation that they found themselves in. Natasha was unable to mask her anxiety, almost immediately trying to talk her partner out of fighting.
A sharp nod, and a slightly sarcastic eye roll, confirms Wanda’s agreement. “Finally something we agree on.”
The ginger is so frantic that she doesn’t even call the younger girl out on her attitude. “I’ve never seen her like that. Ever. Not even when we were leaving.”
“Can we stop talking around what we need to do, please Natialia. It’s exhausting and at this point we’re both on the verge of losing everything. It’s been days, we can’t keep pushing everything off. Not everything is going to wait until you’re ready.” The Sokovian pinches her nose, trying to fight off the pending headache as she thinks about the next fight that she would endure.
Sneering, Nat barely jabs back before deciding that it isn’t worth it right now to continue. “Sorry, your majesty. What exactly is it that you think we need to do? At this point I think we’ve gone past casually talking about it, haven’t we?”
It’s almost like Wanda gives up, hands flopping uselessly to her sides as she just pleadingly looks at the other woman. “Why are you so angry? What about this entire thing is making you angry? Hmm? I just wanted you to let Kate in, that’s it. She opened up to us for the first time and you shut down. I understand you were scared of your reaction but Nat… you just have to deal with that.”
“I’m angry at those guys. I’m angry at the fact that for four years that giggly silly girl was crushed every single day, her innocence and happiness ripped away from her like it was nothing. I’m angry because..I broke my own rules and now I have to deal with the aftermath.” The widow is gaping at Wanda as if she’s surprised she isn’t reacting this way. She doesn’t really understand how someone can act so calmly when it comes to the situation.
The brunette pushes the subject just a bit more, nervous that the more she broaches the topic the faster the other one will shut down. “You don’t know it’ll turn out badly. Why are you thinking negatively? It’s just causing more issues.”
“Are you not? If you didn’t have a bad feeling about everything, then why are you still hiding? When are you going to tell your precious detka how you truly feel?” Natasha laughs, a mocking sassy sound as she lets her eyes slip closed. She knew that Wanda was terrified but she was tired of being told that she was the only one scared of the outcome.
“What does that mean?” Your quiet voice breaks the quiet sounds of the ginger’s laugh dying out, and it causes the two to spin around to look at you with doe eyed looks.
“Oh, Makyshka. When did you get here?” The two share a panicked look, a dash of shame and guilt.
Rubbing at your arms, you try to recoil into yourself as you realize that you were being impolite by listening to a conversation that you know was not meant for you. “I heard Daddy yelling, I’m sorry for eavesdropping but I just.. Please tell me what’s going on.”
“Девочка, please..” Natasha tries to plead with you, but you’re past listening and being a quiet thing.
You know she’s shocked when you interrupt her, but you have to keep your confidence and push on. “No, you guys always say that you’ll tell me when you’re ready but I’m ready. Doesn’t that matter? It’s been months like this. Months of tense situations that I don’t know how to defuse.” You know that you’re being unfair as you stare at them with your best pleading eyes, your body almost bending in on itself as you can feel the urge to kneel for them; your posture training pushing you into the best place to beg for something.
Wanda speaks up, trying to ease your tension and your anxiety. She knew that it was getting frustrating, and that with everything going on you have been getting more impatient than ever. “Of course it matters Little One, we’re just trying to figure out our thoughts and feelings. We just want to be able to come to you when it’s all figured out.”
“No. Okay. No. Delta, Red.” The two words feel foreign falling from your lips, something that you never took lightly. You knew that the two of them hadn’t heard you hard safe word in years, the three of you truly melding together so well that slowing down and having amazing aftercare helped any situation that any of you felt unsure about.
The two freeze, the words sinking in as they stare at you. You haven’t used your safe word recently, especially not in a situation like this. This isn’t the normal break in conversation, but instead it’s tense and it’s almost like you paused a movie right at the climax.
You’re shaking your head, jaw tense as you try to gather your emotions. This isn’t something you think you should go into irrationally, but it’s hard to keep control of everything when you don’t even know what you’re trying to control. “I can’t keep doing this on your schedule. Okay? This isn’t something that can just take a year or more. It’s tearing us apart and I can’t be the one that saves us, so talk. Talk or I’m walking out of here because I can’t handle this, and for once it’s going to be me who needs that break.”
The silence screams out between the three of them, and you can feel your heart start racing. You never actually wanted to walk out, never wanted to take a break but you would if you had to. The stress of this situation, becoming the keeper of the dynamic, was all too much for you and you needed a solution. Leaving wasn’t your first choice but it was an option, and you would take it if you had to.
It’s Natasha who speaks up, finally breaking the silence after what seems like an hour. You can tell she’s hesitant, and trying to prompt the witch into saying something but you no longer cared to be patient. “It’s complicated, detka, and we don’t want to say anything that we would regret. The situation can be really sensitive if we do things too early, or put things into existence that maybe we don’t actually feel. We just want to understand the things going on in our head before we start putting id–”
“I love you Мой красивый ангел.”
You freeze, watching the ginger’s eyes widen before both of you slowly turn to Wanda. The witch is staring determinedly at the floor, tugging at a stray string on the blanket. Her emerald eyes are distant, almost foggy as she avoids the two of you. It’s the first time that you’ve seen her like this, even the day that she left for her mission she wasn’t this nervous. It was more sad, and maybe a little panic the night before but nothing like this.
Natasha gulps and for the first time in years the older widow sees the eighteen year old that sat in the back of the quinjet after the fight in Sokovia. The widow remembers it distinctly, watching the young girl protectively sit next to her brother’s body the entire flight to America. Steve had wanted to at the very least put him below deck so that she didn’t have to stare at him, unconcerned about anyone but Wanda’s feelings, but the young girl had growled out a sob every time anyone else even got close to him.
It had been years since the witch showed such vulnerability, the mask she came to love left her stoic and in charge. She had felt lost and completely spiraling after her brother’s passing, and she had vowed to never be that again. While it was a fight for a bit, Wanda had quickly mastered that and no one ever saw her truly and transparently real.
“I..I know you do..you always tell me th–” You were cut up, but it was probably for the better. The ability to form sentences was hard as your brain began to short circuit, really not understanding what was going on.
Wanda sighs, fingers wiggling before she forms a fist. She’s trying to dig her nails into her palm, to calm herself as she prepares for rejection. “No, I love you. I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a really long time now and just ignored it because that’s not what you needed from me. It isn’t even what you need from me now, but after a year away from you my ability to hide it got worse. I know that you are with Kate, and I know that you two are dating but I just don’t think I can hide it effectively from you anymore. I don’t want this to change anything but if you’re not comfortable with this anymore then we can deal with that, find a solution even if that means me leaving.”
Nodding, you take your time to absorb the information you just learned. It wasn’t something that necessarily surprised you. You had always dreamed of this day, a thing that you always thought was just slightly out of reach. The idea of someone like Wanda being in love with you was insane to you, this all powerful witch wanting to love a struggling college student. Unsure of what to say, you decide against saying anything. Instead you walk over to her on shaky legs, vision blurry and reach out to her. Taking her hand you lay it against your ribcage, the mark blazing beneath her touch. Uncertain forest eyes raise to meet yours, and your heart cracks a bit at the tears building. The bright red rim almost like a dam wall, refusing to break and let the flood of tears flow.
What you don’t see is Natasha, awkward at her core, looking away so she doesn’t intrude. She lets her gaze settle on a few bunnies outside, playing before a flash of dark purple catches in her peripheral vision. There in the doorway stands a frozen, wide eyed Kate in a baggy sweat suit and bandages all over. A small twitch of the widow’s finger and the archer is silently crossing the room, just barely interrupting the scene in front of her before settling next to the ginger.
It takes a moment, even after the archer enters the room, for the two of you to finally break apart. Your eyes immediately search for the only deep water that you find solace in, a fleeting moment between you all you need to comfortably dig yourself into Wanda’s side. Stretching out to get comfy, your feet end up in Kate’s lap and it almost feels like once again you are the bridge but it doesn’t feel horrible for the moment.
The four of you sit in silence, all of you thinking and looking around avoiding gazes. It’s a beautiful day, a light snow is coming down even though it’s well into spring at this point. Irony in the weather matches the feeling inside the room.
Kate is squirming as she finally breaks the silence, awkwardly spilling out her words quickly. “I’m sorry that I had to be saved last week. I shouldn’t have frozen like that. I could have taken them both out without any help, and I shouldn’t have gotten so cocky and vengeful.”
The archer’s apology hangs in the air for a moment, an unspoken conversation happening between the older women before Wanda steps up and tries to calm the younger Avenger’s fears. “Malý kríženec, that wasn’t your fault. We’ve all had moments like that. I know it isn’t something that you want to hear, but as heroes we are in theory going to lose many more times than others. It’s about how we get back up and put ourselves back into the game.”
Stubborn as usual, you watch your girlfriend shake her head aggressively. Refusing to believe it wasn’t her fault, she tries to argue the perfectly logical answer. “I caused issues and I know that, especially when I called Yelena. I don’t even know why I called her and I definitely didn’t know that she was going to go get back up, but it wasn’t my intention. I just panicked and I didn’t want to bother anyone, and she had told me she wasn’t doing anything. I think I just barely mumbled her name and the suit just took it upon itself to call her. I didn’t want her to bring anyone else, I promise.”
You have to finally sit up a little, interrupting her anxiety filled ramble. “Once again, I can handle myself. I think I did just fine.” You know they mean the best, but you need them to realize that you can fight and do what is needed when you are called upon.
Feeling Wanda physically sigh, before she’s tilting your head up to look at her. She has a forced smile on her face and you know that she’s trying to reign in her own emotions. “You did, but you’re our precious little thing and while we know you can tough it out with the best of us…we don’t want you to have to. “ The witch slowly moves your head to nod, a knowing look as she watches puff out your cheeks defiantly.
The clock ticking, as the four of you go quiet grates your nerves but you know that there is something else going on. You aren’t sure what but you know that the tension between Wanda and Natasha still isn’t gone.
“Can I ask…what I interrupted?” Your girlfriend’s voice is small, wary of overstepping.
You look at Wanda, letting her decide when she would tell Kate. She’s not even looking at you though, glaring at a light’s reflection on the ground. It’s almost like you can see each brick of the wall the brunette is building, a protective barrier as she attempts to guard herself from the inevitable.
It’s Natasha clearing her throat that makes the witch’s head snap up, glaring at the redhead. The assassin raises her eyebrow, a challenge between the two. You are looking out the window naively at the point, having grown bored of the silence.
“This isn’t something that I want to cause any changes between us, and at the end of the day nothing has to happen.” Everyone’s eyes shift to look at the witch, but hers are shut as she keeps her head down. “I know that technically we opened our dynamic to you, not the other way around, and that it doesn’t mean you are open to anything else. I just…”
You can almost see the chaos sparking off of her as she starts panicking, and you can see Kate sit up straighter. It’s the first time in a very long time that she’s starting to lose control, and you know that you have to do something, to settle the emotions within her. It’s simple, your hand on hers, but effective as her muscles start to relax. Everyone else in the room almost breathes a sigh of relief but not you, breath stuck in your throat as you wait for the witch to say what she needed to in front of the archer.
It takes a few minutes for her to start speaking again, but when she does it’s rushed and the accent that she works so hard to conceal comes back in full force. “I love hračka. It isn’t the normal love that I think everyone always thought I had for them, but I’m in love with them. I know your relationship isn’t technically open, and I’m sorry that this is a thing that is even happening. I know that I broke multiple boundaries and at this point it is completely up to you two what you want.”
Finally Wanda looks up, eye flickering between the two of you but ultimately lands on Kate. The archer almost zones out, a blank look on her face before she starts laughing. It’s light and it makes you roll your eyes, the girl can only stay serious for so long. “Wanda, I know.”
The look of bewilderment on the witch’s face makes the rest of you break out in laughter as well, she’s stuttering and just speechless. “Look, you can’t look at someone like you look at them and not be in love with them.” Kate finally stops laughing, a soft smile on her face as she reaches out to poke playfully at the witch. “I for a long time would watch the way you talk to her, and look at her and think you were absolutely nuts for not falling in love. I thought it was absolutely insane that you hadn’t tried to become something more because I could tell almost from the beginning that you felt more than just ownership over them. When you look at them, I see what I feel and I knew that that could be dangerous. I knew that maybe when you figured out your feelings that it could mean the downfall of our relationship, but I don’t think that it has to.”
The two of them stare at each as the younger brunette’s voice dies out. You aren’t sure what the two are waiting for, and for once you aren’t sure how to help. Thankfully Wanda breaks the silence quickly, a soft smile on her face as she reaches out to cup the archer’s cheek.
Her thumb is rubbing along the blush that has made its way to her cheeks, “I want you to take some time kríženec. Now that I’ve said it, mull over it. Think about it, both of you. Talk about it, and see where you both would be comfortable. We’ll go from there okay?” She waits for both of you to nod before she settles back into her seat again.
Blinking and watching as Kate giggles to herself a little, you finally bring up the next topic. “Is…that all you guys wanted to talk about?” You can’t help the apprehension in your voice, noticing how tense Nat is in the corner.
A pointed cough shakes you as Wanda glares at the ginger, who just sighs and deverts her eyes. “Kate, I want to talk about everything.”
“...Everything?” The young brunette has wide eyes, her mouth slightly hanging open as she just stares at the older woman.
Natasha nods slowly, trying to roll her shoulders and prepare herself for everything that she needs to say. “I’ve been..dancing around this for months and I know that it’s caused a lot of issues but I want to say that it had nothing to do with you.”
Wanda can’t help the scoff that leaves her mouth, a fleeting interruption. “Okay.”
Deciding to ignore the jab, the widow carries on. “I get it, that’s something a lot of people say and don’t mean but I mean it. I’ve been struggling a lot with my own emotions far before you were brave enough and strong enough to open up to Wanda and myself. I took that frustration out on you and that wasn’t fair. Seeing a weakness I thought that it was an easy way out, and honestly it might be one of the worst things I’ve ever done in my life.”
You can already see the tears building up in the ocean eyes from where you are curled up, muscles tensing as you prepare yourself to comfort her.
“I was mad. Mad that someone could get away with that with no real punishment. I was mad that someone touched you like that and I couldn’t do anything about it. I even tried but I knew that it wasn’t something I had the right to do without you telling me that you wanted me to, so I stopped. I just think I was so focused on the anger side that I forgot that there were other things that mattered.” Her hand halfway raises, almost reaching out to touch the archer before it falls back into her lap. “I let the easiest of emotions run rampant and then I tried to fix it with ridiculous Christmas gifts. That honestly was one of the worst things I’ve done, treating you like a little kid who doesn’t understand what I was doing or someone that could be swayed with shiny new things. I know you’re more than that. You mean more than that to me.”
Kate’s breath hitches, warmth running through her as the person that she’s been the most afraid of for the past few months finally comes to light. She had begun to truly believe that she had messed everything up, and made the ginger disgusted with her.
“I just want to apologize. I’m sorry. I know that those words mean nothing at the end of the day, but I will work on it. I will do whatever it takes for you to build that trust and belief in me again.”
It almost feels weird as you watch the two talk this way. While they were always together for training, both in the dynamic and for the Avengers, this was different. Emotions were always a different type of feeling when scenes and headspaces were talked about, or even when you were just spending time getting to know each other. The way they were right now felt intense, but almost like it was missing something.
The ginger is quick to clarify everything, her words are rushed and you’re surprised that she hasn’t switched languages yet. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness, but I will work for it. I will show you everything I have, and everything I bring for you, only then will I accept you saying that I deserve for you to accept my apology.”
Kate is opening and closing her mouth, a slow but steady stream of tears running down her face. She’s laughing at herself, rolling her eyes at her inability to speak. You can see her frustration and anger at herself, the girl never liking when her emotions controlled her entire body. She hated losing control, a thing that only happened in a safe space.
“You don’t have to talk, дворняга.” Wanda’s voice makes the archer’s head snap over to her. “If you aren’t ready to talk yet, that’s okay. It’s all about your own timing.” The older brunette’s words calm your girlfriend down almost immediately, and you can see her start to relax in her spot.
Natasha’s head is nodding furiously, agreeing with the witch. “Yes, please take your time. I took mine and I shouldn’t have. You more than deserve to take as much time as you need to figure out everything, and even more to decide if you want to forgive me.”
The CEO slowly nods her head, pulling her legs up onto her seat so that she can comfortably sit. Her silence effectively ends the conversation, and slowly over the next few hours the four of you go your separate ways. It’s soft and has the illusion of normal, as you kiss each other goodbye mumbling out what time you would be home and where you were going. Responsibilities never end, even as your world was working to build itself back up, and that was something that may have just actually saved the four of you more than you would realize.
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Wanda pulls away, a concerned look on her face but Kate just shakes her head and pulls her back. There’s no pleading, and no power, just a kiss to confirm that the younger girl wants this. It’s been a little bit since the four of you were together as a full group, and you knew that the archer had been working back up to this. Personally you thought it was too soon, the same concern echoed the first time she had begged you to touch her just days after everything, barely three months after everything but she just wanted to feel something else. You couldn’t fight her, wanting her to have anything that would help her feel comfortable and safe; anything to quiet the screaming voices in her head.
Sitting between Natasha’s legs as you watch, your body leaning fully on hers as her mouth works against your neck. You are more worried about Kate though, eyes glued to her form watching for any sign of discomfort. “Toy, she came to us. If she wants this, and she did pass all three of our tests then maybe it’s time to let her do what she wants? The doctors medically cleared her.” The ginger’s voice is soft, spoken against the back of your neck.
You want to agree, want to let your mind go blank and listen to her as you always do but you can’t. Unknown knowledge lingers in your mind and it skews your opinion drastically, but you nod anyway.
The archer is kneeling, a thing that takes you by surprise for a moment, but a soft smile pulls at your lips when you see Wanda slip to her knees in front of her. You can’t quite hear what she says as she leans her forehead against the younger girl’s, waiting until she physically nods to let her magic wrap around her throat. A bright scarlet collar appearing as the mist fades out, a gold accented leash dangling from the D-Ring.
Sharp nails scratching down your torso pull your attention back to the ginger, a faint stinging pain on your neck where you know her bite mark is prominent. “You ready to play девочка?” Her question is rhetorical at this point as the chaos that your crave engulfs your body and lifts you into the air, it’s moving you around and stripping you. A sense of roughness even in the gentle nature of the day, it’s nice and it’s exactly what you needed to start feeling the fog fill your brain.
When your knees hit the wooden floor, slight sting makes you flinch, fingers almost immediately tangle in your hair. Pushing you downwards, your face coming to rest against the legs and your ass in the air. Wriggling excitedly, you can’t help but realize what’s happening. It’s a moment that you wished would come, and even with your reservations, this was the best of every scenario you could have thought of. You wait, with bated breath, for permission and when the fingers leave your hair with a sharp snap you rush forward.
Lips immediately trailing along the legs, forehead affectionately rubbing when you need to breathe. You can hear movement around you, two people prepping and finding different things but all you cared about is how Kate’s quiet whimpers when you kiss along her thighs. Worshiping your girlfriend was always something you wanted to do, spend time just kissing and loving all over her, but even the most cocky of archers struggle with such attention.
Hands on your hips make you jump, whining as they pull you back a little. You try to push your face forward, get your lips back onto smooth porcelain skin but you’re just out of reach. Natasha shushes you, pulling your body to mold against her. “I know you want to love your little mutt, but you have to pay attention to the rest of us, dove.”
Grinding back, you happily feel the bulge that you’ve been craving. A tap on your forehead makes you look up, permission to raise your gaze to see Wanda makes your breath catch in your throat. For the first time in five years you see scarlet instead of emerald and it sinks deeply into your soul, a look that you’ll lust after for the rest of your life. “Don’t you want to please Mommy, Little One?” Her voice is so sweet, dripping with honey as the magic swirls around the shining rings on her fingers. It’s mystical and you can’t look away, shaking your head slowly almost as if you were in a daze.
You can see her sadistic smirk, something that only shows up when she gets exactly what she wants from the trap she plants. Her thumb rubs along your bottom lip, watching as your eyes fog over and unfocus. Just as it did from the very beginning her voice, that name, is all it takes for you to slip under the warm mist in your brain; submerging comfortably knowing that everything will be alright.
Even as your head slips, emptying quickly under the ministrations of the witch, you hand flails at your side searching. When your fingers hit soft skin, digging into the flexing abs, you begin to calm down knowing that your girlfriend is at your side. Sucking on the thumb pushing past your lips, settles your brain even more and you know the worry that you had is disappearing as well.
The thing about soft moments like this is that you never really know how to react. Soft sex was common between you and Kate, the latter loving spending time spoiling you and just making sure you knew how much you were cherished. Natasha would sometimes be more gentle with you, but even then she was usually still throwing you around a good bit. Sweet times with Wanda were far and few in between, especially during sex. The witch preferred to take what she wanted, and give regardless of what you wanted. You knew that anytime things got too soft that the Sokovian would take a step back, usually to guide and watch instead but you weren’t sure if you wanted that today.
You’re being pulled backwards, the burn as your skin is dragged against the waxed wood pulls a pathetic whimper from your throat but no one seems to care. Natasha's arms wrap around you and you’re suddenly up right. Your back against your front, her strap lazily thrusting between your thighs is a tease. Even as the whine tears through your gritted teeth, your blurry vision on your girlfriend. She has Wanda pinned against the wall, the two making out and for the first time it’s almost as though there is no real power difference.
The two of them are desperately groping at once another, hands trailing along each other’s bodies as Kate’s mouth moves down the witch’s neck. You want to go and touch them, but the ginger’s grip on you keeps you in your spot. “Nuh uh pretty toy, you’re going to stay right here. Cockwarming me and watching your precious puppy fuck your mommy. Is that what you want to see?”
The way “Puppy” falls from the assassin’s lips makes you whine loudly, the effect immediately as you feel yourself clenching around nothing. The arousal spreads across your body like a wildfire, a burn so quick that it almost is too much. You weren’t quite aware of how wet you were before, more focused on trying to keep the peace and serenity but you were no match for any of your owners. Squirming in Natasha’s hold, you aren’t even sure what you are searching for right now.
Shushing you, the older woman pulls you back to fall into her lap, letting you mindlessly grind on her strap as she watches the other two. “Whenever you’re ready detka, you have all the power right now. Your Mommy is waiting for you to be filled until she tells the mutt to fuck her.” Her voice is soft, almost mumbled against your throat as she marks you even more.
Your eyes are glued to the way Kate’s hand moves between the witch’s thigh, her teeth sinking into her collarbone over and over again. Even if it looks like the archer is in control you can see the way Wanda moves with her, directing her where she wants her. The rings tangled in the raven hair dragging her head across her own body, tightening whenever she bites too hard. The scene in front of you is intoxicating and you almost feel delirious as you finally start sinking down on the strap being pushed into you, a high pitched whine clawing its way there your teeth.
The witch opens her eyes, the forest encased in night time as she watches your body stretch to take the ginger’s strap. Nodding she shoves Kate off of her, coming to kneel on the bed in front of you. She smiles, entirely too sweet, as she comes close to you. “Look at you, sweet little toy, all stretched out on your Daddy’s cock. I bet you feel so full right now, so wet dripping around her.” She barely makes a clicking sound, a quick indication to the young Avenger behind her. “Are you ready for your show, little one?” She barely waits for you to nod, the feeling of the archer rubbing her strap through her wet folds too enticing.
You’re all too distracted, watching Wanda’s lips move as she speaks to you. You want nothing more than to kiss her, but your eyes go wide when her mouth drops open. A breathy moan tumbling from her o shaped mouth, and your mind catches up when you see Kate thrusting behind her. Struggling in Natasha’s lap, you want to push forward and kiss her but the ginger tightens her hold on you. “Nuh uh, you get to sit there and leak all over my strap while your Mommy gets fucked. Isn’t she so pretty, why don’t you open those legs a little bit and give her something to look at while your Mutt does all the work?”
The way your mind swims should be enough for you to realize that you were too far gone to remember any of this later, but you were practically praying to any deity that would listen to let you dream about it every night. Watching how the archer ruts into the witch is making you drool, the coil in your stomach starts tightening each time you subconsciously clench around the strap stuffed inside you. Natasha is forcing your legs open, rose flush rushing up your neck at how exposed you are.
Wanda’s voice is strong, though it cracks with each rough thrust from Kate. “Look at your pretty little cunt, all puffy and stretched around your Daddy’s cock.” Even as her eyes start to roll, a detail that Natasha takes note of irritably, the witch exudes haughtiness. A trait that you derisively find sexy, something that on most people you hate.
Her moans are getting louder and with a shaky hand Wanda reaches out to you, swiping her thumb over your neglected clit she chuckles at how your hips jump. Dipping her finger into the wetness coating your thigh, she sucks it into her mouth and dramatically moans. It shouldn’t make you whine, but you can’t help yourself. You want to be the one who is sucking on her fingers, but when she reaches down to tilt your head up you wiggle excitedly. Wanda’s lips barely graze yours when her forehead falls forward, bonking into yours as her body tenses.
Kate’s giggles, a sound too high pitched and almost innocent, as she watches the witch tighten around her and her wetness gush. She’s made the older brunette cum before but this, this way has given her so much confidence and she can watch as her entire back arches.
By the time the archer pulls out of Wanda, scrambling to clean up so that she can continue, you’re squirming and begging Natasha to touch you. The ginger is almost bored, scrolling through her phone as Wanda pulls herself up to sit against the headboard of the bed. She’s slipping her legs open, a smirk tugging at her lips when she sees she’s caught your attention again. “I know you want to taste, little one, but you haven’t earned it yet.”
Kate comes into your view, blocking where the witch is, but your mouth drops open instinctively as her strap slaps against your cheek. She hums and lets you suck on it as you want, “You’re so pretty baby, filled and still so desperate for cock. Maybe you should beg your Daddy to make you cum, think you can do that?”
Her voice is so sweet, and light, a taunting tone following up and making you nod as you stare up at her. Tangling her fingers in your hair, pushing you forward just enough for you to gag before letting you go. “Cmon chew toy, I don’t hear you asking for anything.” The more she slowly thrusts into your mouth, the more the muffled begging gets lost and it makes all three of them laugh at you.
Taking pity on you, Natasha drops her phone and finally grips your hips with both hands. Starting to move you, bouncing slowly, the ginger meets each movement with a small snap of her own hips. Already struggling to move, she rolls her eyes knowing that you were entirely too worked up for teasing or edging. “You know, I thought this was going to be a nice long little session toy but you’re already tight and dripping all over me. Making such a big mess for someone who wants to be used all night long.”
Your pathetic whining just makes both the assassin and the archer snort at you, and you’re trying to shake your head. You don’t want to cum so quickly, the coil in your stomach is tight and the arousal is overloading your brain. This wasn’t what you were trained for, you could handle teasing and could go for hours. Your brain is too foggy and you just mumble around the strap fucking your throat, eyes fluttering shut as you try to ward off the orgasm that is rapidly being shoved your way.
Each time the ginger snaps her hips into yours, you can feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge but it isn’t her movements that make you lose control. Years of training and practice have caused you to be prideful in how well you could take whatever the two oldest women give you, but when Kate pulls out of your mouth to kneel in front of you something changes. The butterflies in your stomach start flying, fluttering around, as she reaches to wrap her hand around your throat. It’s tight and warm, but grounding as she pulls your face forward just enough to kiss you softly. A whispered declaration of love melting against your lips, and that’s all it takes for you to tumble over the edge clumsily; every ounce of control obliterated.
You’re being laid out on the bed by the time you open your eyes again, the fog in your mind trying to to drag you back under. Wanda leans over you, a gentle smile on her face as she cups your cheek. “Did your puppy’s pretty words get to you, Мой красивый ангел?” She chuckles as she watches you nod, slapping your cheek gently to wake you up. “Stay awake a bit longer, little one. We aren’t quite done with you yet.” She pushes your chin so that you look over to where Natasha is straddling Kate, grinding on her thigh as the archer sucks on her neck.
Whining you try to get up but scarlet mist wraps around you and drags you back, you settle your body into hers. A comfort that sinks deep into your bones as she wraps her arms around you, her head falling to your shoulder as she watches the two with you. “Our Pup has just too much energy, my toy, we gotta give her some toys to play with huh?”
Hearing the sentence, something you had wished to hear for over a year now causes your entire body to turn a faint maroon color. It’s dark as it spreads across your torso and Wanda leaves a gentle kiss on your shoulder, a loving smile spreading across her face. Everything isn’t okay in the world, and maybe it never would be, but right now this is what you begged for every single night. It’s different, and it makes your mind swirl more aggressively than you ever felt. “I’m pretty glad you brought her home to us, the best puppy that we could have ever even dreamt of my little one. Thank you.”
You know the night is nowhere near the end, but watching as the ginger and the archer roll around is something you would pause the entire world for. Giggles as the assassin calms down from her high, you see the two come together. Closing your eyes, you let the warmth of the witch pull you back under your fog. The worries of any issues would be for another day, instead you focus on the happiness of all your favorite people being truly home for the first time.
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Shivers rack your body as you curl up in on yourself more, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders. The cold is almost leaking from the window you’re sitting next to, thin glass the only thing separating you and the piles of pillowy snow. It’s almost like winter is staying around just because of everything happening, and it makes you a bit sad. Spring is about new beginnings but the four of you, even now, seem to be dragging your feet.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep right now, silly girl?” Kate’s hand nudges you as she finishes slipping a hoodie on, her voice soft and sleep filled.
Even if you weren’t necessarily happy with how she is handling things, you can’t help how your eyes shine when you see her lazy smile. “I could say the same to you, weren’t you just snoring your life away not even ten minutes ago?” Your heart flutters when she rolls her eyes at you, pouting dramatically as she flops down and wraps her arms around you.
The silence settles on the two of you comfortably, curling around you as you two melt into each other. It’s an easy thing to do with her, get lost in thought when you are in the safety of one another.
Kate leaves a few kisses on your forehead before letting her own lean gently against your temple, a shaky but almost relieved breath soft against your cheek. “You know, the world seems so big right now.”
“For such a little pup?” It’s light and teasing, and your heart stutters when you see Kate bashfully turn her head.
You reach up, gently touching her chin to turn her head back towards you. Before you even get to say something, the archer leans over and steals a quick kiss. “I just…it feels real now? Not trying to say this entire thing felt fake or anything before but something changed tonight.”
Nodding along, you stay silent; emotion strangling you into submission. A violent storm brews within you, anxiety and fear trying to keep you under water. You hate this shaky feeling, thinking the worst of the worse but you can’t help it. The early morning wasn’t supposed to go like this, not when your girlfriend stumbled out of bed over to you, but instead you can’t help where your brain goes as per usual. The darkness always finds home within you and some days it’s harder to hide it than others, but you almost wish you could always hide it from the archer. She was too perfect, and you wanted to protect her from all the wicked gloom in the world; even if that meant from you.
Kate sighs, knowing that you’re falling into the hole in your head. Trying to pull you back, explain herself and somehow create a new beginning for everyone. “I know it isn’t going to fix everything, or whatever issues everyone has, but it sort of feels like it’s at least all out on the table. Doesn’t it?” Ocean eyes raise to meet yours, hopeful and it crushes you to not agree. “What…what’s wrong?”
“Something still feels off, something they aren’t telling us. Maybe it’s me and I’m just overthinking, but for whatever reason I feel like…” You pause, nervous to voice your absurd thoughts but when the archer’s calloused thumb rubs along your shin you take a deep breath. “I’m here for foundation, and glue, but what now? I’m thrilled that my favorite people are at least open to get along, and to learning each other in a better way but what happens when my primary job isn’t needed anymore?”
You hate how young you sound, barely even being able to put together an intelligent sentence. The women around you could say the biggest words, most professional sounding things even when their anger blinds them but you could barely say your own emotions without feeling like crying.
The brunette blinks at you, processing your words slowly. Her gaze wanders back out the window as she takes her time to think her next words through. “I never looked at you like the foundation. I may have leaned on you a bit, and maybe even hid behind you during some really emotional moments but I never wanted to put you in a situation like that. If I did, I deeply apologize. I would never want to do that to you, and thinking about it I can see times when I might have pushed how much I leaned on you. Making you become the center of the world, a have all or have none situation was not my intent. I will work on changing that, truly. I want you to know that growing and becoming what you need is all I care about, if that means I’m not what anyone else wants then I’ll learn to live with that.” Even when the girl tries to put her deepest thoughts into a well put together speech, she still somehow rambles and she knows it from the slight rose color making its way up her neck.
The need to interrupt Kate is strong, guilt as you realize you pushed your insecurities on her. She never really made you feel like that, at least not a distinct moment. These feelings mostly are just in your head, but you’re struggling to breath and all you can do is nod. The thoughts in your head were fear, fear of losing Kate and the relationship you built because of a dynamic that you were the foundation for.
She reaches up, a sullen sigh falling from her lips when you flinch, but it doesn’t deter her from gently turning your head. The knowing look in her eyes makes your own fill with tears. “I know you’re in your head, baby, but I love you. We’re two different people and we are trying to merge lives, but I will do anything and everything I can to make sure that your time with me isn’t too stressful. I aim to be a place of happiness and warmth for you, a place where you feel at home and safe. I want to be a place for you to rest, not a place for your brain to be overactive and horrible to you. I understand that I can’t prevent everything, nor can I shield you from life but what I can do is choose you every single day. Each moment that I am awake or asleep, busy or lounging, you are the one I pick. Sweet thing, everything about you is all I need and want. I will choose you, and your happiness, over everything. I love you now, then and forever….”
You know she’s waiting for you to finish what she said, a tradition that started over a year ago, but something stops you. It’s almost like she knew that nothing you actually said out loud was the issue, seeing right past forcing your issues onto her and instead seeing the real fear underneath it all. The last pet name she used is one that you know she only uses in special moments, a thing that strikes deeper into your heart more than anything else. Staring up at her, you can’t even think of a response; at least not one worthy of her speech. This girl has truly changed your life, and you don’t care if your entire life is ruined as long as she is there. You know with her that the two of you will always find a way out of whatever issue you may find yourselves in.
Tugging her forward, you practically sob into the kiss. Her lips molding against yours, taking over quickly when you can barely focus. It doesn’t last long, when she realizes you’ve fallen into giggling. Kate rolls her eyes good-naturedly, waiting for the inevitable. You wish you weren’t so predictable but your girlfriend doesn’t even flinch when your teeth sink into her shoulder.
“I love you, pup.”
“I love you too, brat.”
“Now, then, and forever.”
“Evermore.”
#kitmoas writes#k: TGU main#k: training grounds#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#kate bishop x reader#yelena belova x reader#wanda maximoff#natasha romanoff#kate bishop#yelena belova#steve rogers#tony stark#peter parker#nick fury#marvel fanfic#marvel fanfiction#marvel wlw
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Cardigan Series Masterlist
i do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, translated, or reposted onto another site.
this series is a part of my folklore/evermore-inspired fic collection
MAIN PARTS:
Cardigan - Y/n and Steve had a love like no other until he went and fucked it up.
Leaving Like a Father - Y/n’s resentment towards her father reaches an all-time high just before the battle against the Mind Flayer.
Change the Ending - Despite agreeing to remain friends, Steve and Y/n both felt a lingering suspicion that they'd find their way back to each other.
Now I'm Bleeding - Y/n's grief and regret grows tenfold as she finds herself haunted by her deepest insecurities and darkest thoughts.
Hide & Seek - It's time to take down Vecna once and for all and, much to Steve's protests, Y/n puts herself on the frontline.
Come Back to Me - coming soon
All We Needed - coming soon
BONUS PARTS / SIDE STORIES:
The Smell of Smoke - Y/n spends her first Christmas without Hopper in California with El and the Byers.
They Assume You Know Nothing - Y/n brings her boyfriend, Steve, home to meet her dad for the first time.
Stepping on the Last Train - Tensions in the Hopper household come to a peak when El runs away under Y/n's supervision.
Kiss it Better - While Y/n was used to going unnoticed, she was all Steve could think about.
Peter Losing Wendy - coming soon
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happiness - S.H
evermore masterlist | no body no crime | dorothea
Warnings: pregnancy, marriage, allusions to sex, kissing, children, babies, reader has hair, mentions of blood, ptsd, nightmares,
Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader
Summary: an overview of the brilliant life that you shared with Steve harrinfton
A/N: yes, I know the song is about breaking up with someone but I interpreted it as what happens at the end of the fic.
Wordcount: 1.8k
You never expected to be married at 22 and definitely not have found the love of your life this early.
You had fallen in love with Steve harrington the moment you saw him in scoops ahoy, dumb sailor uniform and all.
You loved him. Past the blood and the bruises from your shared brushes with death. Past the nightmares that would wake you up screaming. Past the haunted look in your eyes.
Now you were lying in bed on your honeymoon, both of you too tired to move as you basked in the comfort of each other.
He pulled you close to him, one arm around your naked waist and the other on your cheek.
"I've always wanted this big family, you know, five, six kids," he explained and you looked over at him.
"Six kids?" You questioned. It sounded daunting but you wanted a large family too.
"Yeah, six little nuggets. And every year me and the brood of harringtons would go out on a winnebago and see the sights, yellowstone, grand canyon. And it would end at the beach, like this one," he explained, looking out at the beach from the window of their honeymoon cabin.
You smiled. You could already imagine him as this perfect father who loved his children more than anyone could imagine.
"What do you think?" He asked, brow furrowed as your face remained emotionless.
You smiled, "That sounds perfect Steve, why don't we get a head start now?" You suggested.
He chuckled, pulling you in for a kiss, "You serious?" He mumbled against your lips.
You nodded, batting your eyelashes at him and the next you knew, he was on top of you, pressing his lips along your neck.
This was going to be a long week.
It had been a few tough years but now here you sat on the beach, watching the waves as they crashed on the shore. Your husband walked over, the twenty five year old standing there with a grin on his face.
Steve looked down at you as you rocked your youngest in your arms. The baby girl was only six months old and he never thought he'd be this happy.
As soon as he'd mentioned his dream to have a full brood of harringtons, you had agreed and he knew that you were the perfect girl for him.
It was your first holiday with your baby girl and both of you were obviously worried about it all.
You turned back to look at Steve and smiled, "Take a picture Steve, it'll last longer," you said, eyes gazing into his.
You both hadn't had much alone time since your baby girl had been born but you still adored him and any time you could spend with him.
He sat down next to you on the beach, the sand sticking to his denim jeans as he looked over at you.
"I so want another one already," he said, half serious and half joking.
You chuckled, your smile wide on your face and you never thought you'd feel this way about anyone. You never thought you could ever be as happy as you are right now.
"Shut up Steve," you said, a blush rising up your neck as you looked down at your little girl.
She waved her arms around slightly in your grasp, almost sensing that her dad was there. She may be only six months old but she was a total daddy's girl.
"I think she wants her daddy," you said and he sat down next to you as passed the baby girl to him.
He smiled to himself, holding her against his chest and she reached up, a wide smile that mirrored yours on her face as she gripped his hair with her tiny little hands, a giggle escaping her lips.
You smiled at the scene, seeing how enamoured he was with this baby girl and you couldn't have imagined this life with anyone else.
"God I love you Steve Harrington," you said almost subconsciously.
He looked up at you, his smile reaching his ears, "I love you too baby girl," he said, "Now, about that other baby,"
You giggled as you hit his arm, "You are insatiable Stevie," you said and he smiled, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
"Only for you sweetheart," he said.
Five years later and you were both 30, sitting around a Christmas tree in Hawkins as you looked at your little family.
Since then, you'd had two more kids, making the Harrington brood half complete.
Your six year old daughter was a menace, your four year son was a total sweetheart and a mummy's boy and although your 18 month old daughter didn't talk much yet, you both knew she was going to be a mouthy and sarcastic kid, just like uncle Dustin.
"What's the last present mama," your son asked, looking down at a box sitting under the tree.
He was already playing with the purple toy racecar he had gotten, making small whooshing noises as he moved it around.
You and Steve shared a knowing look. The last present was a surprise for the family, a new roller coaster ride that you were ready to go on.
"It's not gonna be for you dingus," your eldest said as she sketched in the notebook she had gotten.
You chuckled, "Sweetie, we don't say that word," you said, trying to scold her but the cute way she said it made it hard to.
"Sorry mama, auntie Robin says it though," she said, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at her mother.
Your eldest was the spitting image of you, the same bold eyes and cheekbones. She also seemed to have picked up one too many habits from Robin.
Steve chuckled, "Maybe don't listen to everything Aunt Robin says," he suggested.
Your son groaned, "What's in the box?" He asked again.
He had so many characteristics from your husband. Specifically the way he looked when frustrated - like right now. His eyebrows crinkled up, a sharp line between them.
You smiled, looking down at him and rubbing your thumb over his forehead, watching as he calmed down and looked up at you.
"It's a surprise for the family honey," you said, "Steve, you wanna open it?"
He nodded, picking up the box and helping the two older kids open it.
They pulled out a small onesie that said 'baby number 4 coming June 97'
They ran over, pulling you into a hug as they realised you were going to have another baby.
"This one will be a boy right mama," your son said and you chuckled.
"Maybe, maybe,'' you replied.
At 35 years old, your life was completely perfect. You sat on a makeshift seat outside of your winnebago, watching as Steve ran around the beach with five of your kids.
You held the youngest, an eight month old baby boy, in your arms as you watched your family.
On this trip, Nancy and Robin had tagged along with their four year old daughter who they'd adopted nearly three years ago.
"You gonna come for a swim darling?" Steve called out, their two year old daughter sitting on his shoulders.
You nodded. Nancy agreed to look after your baby boy and you changed into your swimming costume.
Steve lit up when he saw you. No matter how many times he saw you in a bikini or how much your body had changed over the years, he never got tired of looking at you.
Your eldest, now 11 years old, sat on the beach, making sandcastles with your two year old daughter and four year old son.
Your eldest son, who was now 9 years old, was play-fighting with your 7 year old daughter.
As you walked over to Steve, you realised that your family was complete, that there was nothing now that could change it.
"I'm sorry baby," he said as you approached him in the water.
You tilted your head in confusion and he grabbed you by the waist.
"Harrington!" You exclaimed as he playfully threw you into the water, your children laughing from the sidelines at you.
Your head popped out of the water and you glared at him, "Mrs Harrington," he said back with a smirk.
"I'm so gonna kill you," you said as you walked back over, running your hand through your now wet hair.
He pulled you in by your hips, pressing his forehead against yours, "I love you," he said, overcome by how perfect your little family was.
"I love you too Steve," you replied, pressing a kiss to his lips
He smiled, his happiness in this moment unparalleled, "Thank you for giving me all of this, for giving me this family," he said.
You nodded before pulling him in for a passionate kiss, forgetting your children were there.
You didn't care that you looked awful with your hair soaked and he didn't either. He just knew that there would be no happiness without you.
"Ew mum," your eldest said and you two pulled away.
"Who wants a barbecue?" Steve asked and everyone chirped up, especially Robin.
You walked back to the shore hand in hand and nothing could beat this moment, spent with everyone you loved.
Decades later, Dustin stood in the graveyard, tears in his eyes as he looked down.
After so many years fighting monsters he was glad that the two of you had managed to settle down and have the life you had always wanted.
He had died three days after you and they had said he'd died of a broken heart. Anyone that knew the both of you knew it was true.
Dustin had sat by his friend's side as he grieved your death. He knew Steve was going to follow you soon after and he had been in the house when he had died.
Dustin called the six kids you shared and had to tell them about their fathers death only days after your death and they knew it was going to happen but it still hurt.
With six children, 18 grandchildren and 31 great grandchildren and 2 small great great grandchildren, the two of you had shared a lot of joy in your lives.
"92 years old," Dustin said with a chuckle, looking down at your side by side graves, "Never thought we'd make it to 21,"
He lay down the flowers before turning and walking away, leaving the two of you behind as he walked towards Suzie who stood by the side.
The 87 year old knew that there was going to be happiness even after the death of two of his best friends, but it wasn't going to be the same.
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Ivy
Relationship: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Cheating/implied cheating, slight angst
Summary: Although you're already happily married, you and your apartment neighbor Steve have started a bit of an affair. And it's growing. Rapidly. (Inspired by: "Ivy" by Taylor Swift)
A/N: oh hello everyone :) this is an older fic I wrote right after evermore dropped (hence the title and lyrics) but I'm going through and publishing some of my old writing I've been holding onto (I think I published this one under a different account but I spruced it up a bit). Hopefully newer stuff will come soon :)
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"Oh, I can't
Stop you putting roots in my dreamland
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you"
It happened fast. It happened so fast that you didn’t know where the breaks were until it was too late. He was just… there. Always there. Standing in the hallway, walking on the sidewalk, shopping at the freaking grocery store. It was a kaleidoscope of instances with him from the bumping into and the lingering gazes to the knowing smiles. It was fast and… spreading.
It was spreading, yes.
He was spreading, from your heart to your brain. Every second of every dream was filled with the what ifs. What if you held his hand when he asked to walk with you to the store? What if he happened to fall asleep in your bed after you asked him for his help with something? What if, in the end, your marital hand was his to take instead? The scenarios played out time and time through the night, forcing you to wake up with a fluttering heart and a guilty conscience.
Your husband—the man you were actually involved with and supposed to be dedicated to—kindly made you coffee every morning, having no idea about your infidelity-filled dreamland. He could barely even remember Steve’s name while his entire being lived in your soul, day in and day out. It felt like a cruel punishment.
"Good morning," your husband greeted you as you padded into the living room. As expected, two mugs in hand, one outstretched towards your sleepy form. You hugged the coffee carefully, giving a smile back in greeting, but the action twisted your stomach. You couldn’t recall last night’s dream yet the feeling of it all lingered.
"I know today was supposed to be my day off but I gotta run to the office real quick," your husband explained as he sipped his coffee and collected his files. "You’ll be okay here, right?"
Your heart skipped. Nodding, you said, "Yeah, I think I’ll go to the coffee shop and catch up on reports."
"You have coffee right there, silly," your husband chuckled, motioning his mug towards yours. You looked down at the steaming, dark beverage. You could just make yourself out in the reflection, coming face-to-face with your tired eyes and frowning lips.
"Yeah," you shrugged. "I want one of those fancy blended drinks. They’re practically milkshakes."
Steve liked those drinks, you subconsciously noted, even though he pretended he didn’t. He was carrying one when you bumped into him on the street a few weeks after moving into the apartment building. When you asked what it was, he acted like he had no clue and claimed he was just holding it for a friend. You remember giggling at his frantic explanation but eventually, he confessed his deep, dark coffee secret. You were sworn to secrecy on the manner.
Maybe Steve would like to tag along with you today. The idea hit you like a train. You didn’t know where it came from. Well, you did but… Oh.
"Honey?" Your husband’s voice shook you out of your thoughts. "Are you okay?"
You coughed, "Yeah, I’m alright. Just a little sleepy."
"Hmm, okay," he nodded, still eyeing you suspiciously. "I’m gonna get ready and head out."
You nodded in acknowledgment as he gave you a quick peck and departed for your bedroom. Suddenly feeling sick, you dumped the mug’s contents in the sink and slammed the cup on the counter.
Running your hands through your hair, you stood in the kitchen. Mind screaming, heart-burning.
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Your head was fuzzy as you got dressed for the day. You waited until your husband had left for the office as you had plans with your appearance. It came easily, you found, to put in a little effort. After getting married, both you and your husband found comfort in the natural and casual but now there was something shiny and new. There was maybe someone who appreciated you trying and it filled you with that schoolgirl anxiousness. It was wrong, though, so wildly wrong.
You could suppress it all, though. So easy, you thought. Nothing wrong with a married woman getting herself together to feel good. It was about you, of course. At least that was what you managed to convince your head to recite as you applied the lipgloss and curled your hair. It was partially true—you did like how you looked—but that background voice, that voice you heard in your dreamlands, reminded you of where your heart was.
Sighing, you forced yourself to step away from the mirror and collect your work. You actually did have plans to work on reports for your job but you wouldn’t mind a certain next-door soldier keeping you company.
You hadn’t exactly done this before, you realized as you stood at Steve’s apartment door. Your time spent with one another was always just…coincidental. At least, that’s what you perceived it as. You two happened to go to the grocery at the same time or walked up the stairs after work at similar hours. Fate was laying it out and you were stupidly taking the dive.
Swallowing your doubts, you knocked on the door.
For a few seconds, you thought about turning away and running. Purse gripped tightly, that felt like the only move, and just when your feet started inching towards the stairs, the door swung open.
He appeared in the doorway like a golden dream come true. Eyes bright and smile as big as the sky, Steve looked pleased to see who was on the other side of his door. He was fully dressed for the day. Shoes on and everything as if he was almost on his way out. You felt even more stupid now realizing of course the most important man in the city had somewhere to be.
"Good morning," Steve greeted you. "What a surprise."
"H-Hello," You let out a humorless laugh with your stupid response and looked down at your nail polished nails, picking away at the nude paint. Anxiety was bubbling up, forcing your words out straight to the point. "I was just… I don’t know. This is probably so stupid or whatever but I was gonna go to the coffee shop down the street to do some work. Do you want…some coffee?"
Gosh, your face must have been beet red as you felt the temperature in the hallway rise drastically. Steve, however, didn’t even flinch at your suggestion. He folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, his smile turning into a hinting smirk. He eyed your nervous stance carefully and you could feel it. Your feet started itching to flee, again.
Steve shrugged, "Are you asking me to come with you to the coffee shop?"
"Well, I mean-,"
"A coffee date, perhaps?"
You gasped, your heart plummeted. This wasn’t— You couldn’t— He was getting in your brain, putting thoughts there now. Everything felt so suggestive suddenly. You were insane for this. Your husband and the rings you still adored… What was becoming of you? No, what was becoming of him? It was his work, wasn’t it? But you were here? Brain on fire, you wanted to scream.
"Steve—,"
He chuckled, nearly completely unaware of the races in your mind. "I’m just joking. I think I would enjoy some coffee right now."
You gulped and reeled yourself back in. "Wonderful."
Steve was right by your side the entire walk. Your elbows brushed so casually yet flamingly. Your skin ignited with every step and God forbid if someone was coming up the sidewalk from the opposite direction. The way Steve pushed into you to make room felt like at any second he was going to pin you against one of the brick buildings lining the sidewalk.
There was the issue with his hand, too. His pockets were free to use yet he let his hands stay at his sides, brushing over yours ever so gingerly. Every time it did, his fingers hit your wedding band, operating as your not-so-subtle reminder.
It felt like a bad game. A bad, teasing game. The tension was rising and what originally started as light banter or silly laughs here and threatened to turn into stiff beats around the elephant in the room. But gosh, he was so kind and funny and just glowed throughout, so you would deal with it and let today go where it goes.
When you arrived at the coffee shop, Steve held the door open for you, motioning for you to enter. He gave a cheesy bow as if you were some kind of royal. You gave a silly curtsy in response which he lit up at.
See, you told yourself, go with the flow. There was still banter and fun with him.
At the cashier, Steve ordered for both of you and allowed himself to pay as well. While you tried to object, he was already done with the transaction and pushing you into the nearest booth. You frowned at his generosity but he chose to ignore your antics.
He went to retrieve your drinks as you set up your laptop and papers. Steve returned now with a faux frown on his lips as he noted your collection of items.
"So," he said, clearing his throat and sitting across from you. "I get to sit here while you do work?"
You shrugged, "I only asked if you wanted coffee. You invited yourself along."
Chuckling, he responded, "As if I would miss a chance for a day out with you."
Your heart plummeted for what felt like the umpteenth time today. Placing your pen down, you looked up at the smirking Steve. His eyes were staring you down, shamelessly roaming all over you. You could and couldn’t believe his boldness.
"Steve—,"
"Don’t you have work to do?" He pointed his cup at the papers. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. God, it was all starting to get confusing again. He knew where the line was, right? Why was he pushing it? Why were you even allowing it? Because it fed some fantasies? Aided with some brief passings of loneliness? There was just always something in his words to you. A twinkle or so behind those looks and smirks. You don’t even remember feeling this way on dates with your husband. Oh, your husband…
"What are we doing?" You sighed.
"Hmm?" Steve sipped his drink. "I’m drinking coffee and you are supposed to be working. I think that’s what we’re doing."
"You know what I fucking mean."
Steve’s eyes widened at your outburst. You never swore around anyone, not even in your own home, so to do it here and out… Well, there was a new tone approaching the table.
Silently, he moved your drinks out of the way and leaned his elbows on the table. Shifting probably as close as the table would allow, he looked you dead in the eyes and asked, "Why did you knock on my door?"
"I… Well, I’m—,"
Words were tumbling in your brain like crazy as if that was any sort of shock. You couldn’t keep yourself together today. You could feel him all over you yet again.
"You feel it," Steve whispered.
"Steve—,"
"It’s exciting and you like it,"
"Steve, really—,"
"I like it, too,"
God, make his words stop. You wanted to scream. Everything was burning on you. From the words in your ears to his eyes on your figure. You felt the roots from his glances digging deeper and deeper and any hope of hiding it was flying out the window.
You took a deep breath and raised your hands in defeat. "Please."
What? What were you even asking—begging—for? A release? Someone to take your words away? Steve to ask you to run away or keep this in a secret rush?
"You do," He whispered and there was nothing that could confirm it like your hesitant silence. "But your husband—,"
"He can’t know," you shot back. If he ever caught wind there was no telling what could happen. He was a soft soul on the surface but it takes one spark to start a fire and fires can burn down a home.
Steve sighed and leaned back in his seat. "Calm down, we haven’t even done anything."
"But the feelings," you whispered. It was your turn to leave him bewildered. "The feels and falling consume everything. Don’t you think that’s worse than something physical? It’s soul and bones deep."
"I mean that much to you?"
"You’re everywhere."
You could tell that hit him. Heck, the admission even took you by surprise—and it was your admission.
Everything suddenly felt so much dirtier than one-night stands. This man hadn’t even properly touched you and yet, at the same time, he had touched so much.
"You mean this?"
"I wish I didn’t."
Steve scoffed, playing with the rim of his coffee cup. "You don’t know what you’re doing."
Sighing, you closed your laptop and said to hell with these reports. Your day was flowing and you promised to go with it.
Throwing everything back together in your bag, you looked back at him. "But I do, Steve."
At his name falling off your lips, his eyes abruptly met yours. After a beat, his hand reached for yours and you felt the weighted pain slowly drift away. It was as peaceful and forbidden as you had expected. You didn’t think you wanted to be anywhere else.
"You’re everywhere for me, too." You could cry at those words but he continued. "Like ivy growing everywhere, darling. I go out on limbs to see you."
"Ivy," you repeated. "Just like ivy."
Steve gripped your hand tighter, "And, baby, I’m covered in you."
Your jaw dropped. Pulling your hand away, you mumbled, "He’ll burn us to the ground if he ever finds out."
Steve shrugged, a suggestive smirk working on his lips—a wild yet dreamy contrast to the man you saw a few seconds ago. "I’ve been known to keep a few secrets."
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Evermore - Part 7
Summary: It’s been 7 years since the love of your life left you behind for his career. When he decides to come back, is it too late to start anew? Or will you realize what’s been in front of you this entire time?
Chapter Summary: A glimpse into Steve's past leaves him reeling with confusion on how to deal with his own feelings.
Sidenote: There is just a lot to unpack in this chapter. Buckle up!
Warnings: 18+ for future chapters. General angst. Minimal use of Y/N. Reader is given the nickname Peach. Unplanned pregnancy. Manipulation. Cursing. Tension. Heartbreak. Longing.
Word Count: 5.7K
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Eddie laid there flitting in and out of consciousness. His mind and body weren’t ready to face whatever fresh hell the day had in store for him.
Somewhere before drifting back off, he felt a slight pressure on his cheek, as if something lightly touched him. He groaned just a bit, adjusting his position pushing his face further into the fabric.
A fabric he realized felt foreign. He breathed deeply, unfamiliar yet pleasant scents filling his lungs. It was something that reminded him of home even though he had never felt quite at home anywhere in the past seven years.
He heard distant voices. Not overly loud but the way they seemed to speak suggested it was an argument. Hushed, but rushed out tones. He began to rouse more, his head was already beginning to pound, a harsh reminder of what he had consumed the night before.
Then he felt it again, this poke at his cheek, a little harder than before. He peeked one eye open, as his hazy vision began to clear, straining against the morning light coming in from a nearby window.
It took a few seconds to come into focus, a chubby cheeked little girl staring at him with curly brown hair and hazel eyes that sparkled as she grinned with her baby teeth on full display. She giggled at him.
That fully caught his attention, he opened both eyes and sat up in a flurry, throwing the blanket from himself, which made the toddler laugh out louder. His hair frizzy, sticking up. He knew he looked a mess; a wave of nausea momentarily seized him with the sudden movement.
“Hi!” she spoke sweetly.
It all slowly started to come back to him. The Hideout, Hopper, You.
You had come to get him. Even if you didn’t care about him that had to mean something, right?
He sat all the way up, putting his feet on the ground, head falling into his hands. He let out a low groan. Not meaning to ignore the other person in the room, but his hangover was washing over him, slowly dragging him under.
She sat beside him, pressing her small leg into his thigh. He looked over at her still bleary eyed, she spoke again with a bright smile on display.
“Hi!”
“Ugh, hi.” He finally replied.
“Your sock is gone.” He followed where her little finger was pointing. Indeed, his right sock was missing. He turned to the end of the couch spotting it tucked into the end cushion.
“Ah ha!” he smiled, producing the lost item. She giggled again as he bent to return it to its rightful place.
“You wan play wif me?” she tilted her head as she spoke as if trying to figure him out.
“Ugh, where’s your mom and dad? In the kitchen?” he asked her, not trying to be rude to a kid but he bet you and Steve were ready to kick his ass out as soon as you caught wind that he was awake.
She scrunched her nose slightly as her little eyebrows knit together in confusion. She was about to speak but you came into view and drew his full attention.
“Maddie, baby, there you are.” His eyes darted to you then to Steve close behind.
“Peach! Daddy!” She squealed in his ear, earning another shot of pain in his already throbbing head.
You walked over to where they both sat, pointedly ignoring the look Eddie was giving you.
“Come finish your breakfast, then we’re going to do whatever you want! It’s Maddie’s day!”
She immediately hopped down from her place on the couch, taking your hand and happily following you back into the kitchen. Why the hell did she just call you Peach instead of Mom? He didn’t have time to dwell as his eyes trailed after you.
He had to admit, motherhood looked good on you. Even in your pajamas and hair a mess you looked beautiful. You’d never explicitly told him you’d wanted kids but then again you two were still young and had never really brought up the subject.
Steve caught him staring, giving him an overly annoyed look but didn’t say anything, rolling his eyes and turning to join you.
He sat back on the couch, pressing his palms against his eyes momentarily to collect himself. It was unusual at this stage in the rockstar life that he had a hangover; he knew he had overdone it.
He slowly started to take in his surroundings.
You had been doing well for yourself, your house wasn’t lavish, but it wasn’t modest either. He imagined Steve had some cushy job at some law firm, but Steve was never the type to show out, surprisingly that had been a trait he hadn’t inherited from his parents.
There were pictures of all various shapes and sizes hung on one of the living room walls. It was evident each one had been placed there with the utmost care. He skimmed each photo; most faces he recognized, a few he didn’t.
Max in a graduation gown, your arm wrapped around her shoulders hugging her tightly, faces pressed together grinning ear to ear.
Dustin and Suzie on their wedding day, smiles walking hand in hand down the aisle just after saying their “I do’s.”
Mike, El, and Will in their swimsuits at what appeared to be the beach. Each one sitting on a towel catching some rays.
Robin and Steve packed like sardines beside each other on a small love seat fast asleep.
Lucas and Max looking away from the camera, but you had captured them holding hands. A rarity for Max to show affection in public.
You even had a rare photo of Hopper smiling with Joyce in front of a Christmas tree.
Then he saw one that stopped and made him stare a little longer. You were holding a baby looking down at her with the most adoration he’d ever seen but it’s a look he already knew well. It was the same one he saw in you back then, looking at him. Except he knew there was no expectation of this little, tiny being you were holding. It was unconditional love.
He slowly made his way down the rest of the wall, seeing everything that took place in his absence. All the younger teens were now fully-fledged adults. Married, getting married, or even having children of their own. Life in Hawkins had moved on without him.
He was so lost in the faces of his old friends, he hadn’t noticed Steve re-enter the room, standing behind him now. He cleared his throat, momentarily startling him.
“Christ,” he spat, holding his chest for a beat as he looked over at an unamused Steve, who was leaned against the door frame, arms folded over his chest. He didn’t immediately speak, so Eddie broke the awkward silence.
“It’s ugh… it’s amazing what you miss being away. Life really does just go on without you.” Looking away from the other man to finish scanning the wall.
“What are you doing?” Steve was already irritated and wasn’t going in the mood to tip toe around.
“Uh, I… looking at photos…,” pointing to the wall, like it was the most logical answer ever.
“No, man. I mean what are you doing here? Showing up out of nowhere, interrupting her life?” he shoved off the door frame, standing up straighter as he spoke, squaring his broad shoulders.
“I…,” he wasn’t sure how to answer. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to think of a response.
“I’m not really sure anymore,” he finally exhaled, truthfully. He dropped his gaze to the floor as his shoulders drooped.
“She doesn’t want you here.” He hissed lowly. Eddie snapped his head up at that, tilting his head slightly.
“That so Harrington? Why am I here then? Hmm?” looking the other man directly in the eyes. “Unless…” a moment from last night suddenly came back to him but Steve interjected before Eddie could finish.
“You’re here because you’re an idiot. You do what you do best, fuck up and she doesn’t have the heart to turn you away. Even after everything you did to her.” Steve stepped closer.
Eddie’s anger was seeping through, though he knew the other man was speaking nothing but the truth. He scoffed.
“You know I’m betting the only reason you haven’t kicked me out yet is because you don’t want to piss her off. No matter how mad it makes YOU that I’m here.” He paused, examining Steve a moment, “She said you didn’t live here, right? What’d ya do, knock her up and decide a relationship wasn’t worth it? Staying friends would be better for you? King Steve, always looking for the next thrill. Never looking out for anyone but himself?”
Steve squared up to the metalhead, at this point he was fuming. His hands fisted at his sides. He knew he had to control himself for Maddie’s sake. He took a step closer, poking his finger into Eddie’s chest.
“Back off Munson, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, sure Harrington.”
Eye to eye, neither backing down until they heard you call for Steve down the hall.
He turned without another word to the metalhead retreating to the kitchen leaving Eddie alone once more with the wall of smiling, happy faces looking back at him.
In this moment, he longed to see his own smiling face staring back at him. At least then, he wouldn’t feel this regret blooming up through his chest threatening to suffocate him.
But he had lived and had a life outside of this place. He was happy. Wasn’t he? Why was it beginning to feel like he didn’t know anymore?
Back in the kitchen, Steve rounded the corner. His cheeks and tips of his ears tinged pink, jaw clenched, mouth set in a thin line. The way he stalked over to you made you a little nervous. He was so mad it radiated from him.
“What happened?” you asked timidly.
“Why don’t you ask Munson?” he spat, pausing briefly before you. You were stunned momentarily. The way his eyes wouldn’t meet yours, but you could tell there was something else there behind them. He looked hurt.
He shook his head and walked over to Maddie’s bag, hoisting it over his shoulder.
“Steve?” Asking again, a little more tremble to your voice, worry working over your features.
Choosing to ignore you, he made his way over to the young girl blissfully unaware of the newly added tension in the room.
“Maddie,” he got down to her level, she was in the chair chewing on a muffin she had settled on.
She looked up at him, soft eyes, happy from having her sugar fix first thing in the morning, happily swinging her feet.
“I know you wanted to stay with Aunt Peach today, but Aunt Robin is going to watch you instead. You can take your muffin with you.” He was trying to speak softly, but it sounded forced, as he patted her small leg.
“But daddy…” she began to protest, her bottom lip forming a small pout as she spoke, crossing her arms in protest.
“Maddie, you’re going to Aunt Robin’s,” he shot back. Her little lip wavered with his harsh tone, eyes sparkling with tears threatening to spill.
You weren’t sure what had gone on in the next room, but there was no use in trying to reason with him right now. His mind was made up.
You leaned down to her as well, side pressed into Steve, who flinched momentarily. You tried to ignore the way small movement made you feel dejected as you focused on speaking to her.
“Hey Maddie,” you spoke softly, but firmly, gaining her attention. “Auntie Peach had something come up but you can come over this weekend and hang out. How about that? We can even go out to Benny’s if you want?”
She looked at Steve, then back over to you.
“Okay.” She still had a small pout, but she was satisfied for now.
With that, Steve stood, picking her up and taking her muffin along without saying another word.
“Bye Peach,” she waved behind him. “I wuv you!” With an exaggerated kiss to her palm then opening it toward you, trying to blow it your way.
“Love you too sweet girl.”
You watched them leave, without protest, he didn’t spare another glance toward you. There was no tender touch or hug to bid you goodbye. No chaste kiss to your temple or forehead bidding his departure.
He only slammed the door behind him, which made you jump. The house was suddenly too quiet.
You took a deep breath and took a step toward the living room.
Steve hadn’t meant to leave you like that. He really didn’t mean to slam the door.
When Eddie started spouting bullshit he didn’t have a clue about he let it get to him. All he could see was red. It took everything in him to keep his composure and not go ballistic on either of you. He wasn’t King Steve. Hadn’t been for a long time.
Once he settled Maddie into the back seat and took his leave, he only made it a couple of blocks before pulling over.
He pulled his glasses off, pinching his nose, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
“Shit,” he hissed low, pushing his head back against the headrest. He eyed Maddie in the rearview. Luckily, she was still far too interested in the muffin she seemed to be savoring to notice the brief stop and changes in his demeanor.
When he thought he had calmed down enough, he started the drive to Robin’s.
When she opened the door, her smile immediately dropped. She knew something was off. Taking in the sight of his disheveled hair, like he had been running his hands through it. A habit she knew all too well of when he was upset.
“Aunt Bobbie!” Maddie yelled, already trying to wriggle free from his arms.
“Steve? What’s wrong?” she rushed out.
“I… I just need to talk to someone. Can we come in?” he asked sheepishly.
“Of course. Get in here.” She moved aside, ushering them both in. “As if you have to ask, Dingus.”
He sat Maddie down, who bolted into the living room where Vickie sat watching the morning news.
“Vick, can you watch her just a few?” Robin asked her girlfriend.
“Yeah, of course. Hey Steve.”
“Hey Vickie,” he shouted back as they made their way into the kitchen for some privacy.
Before Robin could ask him if he wanted something to drink, he made his way over to the phone. She looked at him with confusion for a moment before he began to speak.
“Hey, yeah, it’s Steve. Something came up, I won’t be coming in today.” A few more words were spoken into the receiver before he uttered a goodbye and hung up.
He turned back to her; she was already squinting at him with more suspicion.
“Um, ok. Spill it. You never call out of work unless it’s an emergency.” She bid him to sit down in the chair beside her.
He sighed. Melting into the cushion, letting the weight of the morning sink in. He suddenly felt exhausted.
Robin slowly rubbed circles into his back.
“Fucking Eddie…” he grumbled, almost inaudible but she caught it.
“Eddie? What… I thought… He’s still in Hawkins?” She was trying to process those two small words.
“He… He’s at Peach’s.” Keeping his eyes trained on the floor, rubbing his hand through his hair yet again.
“What?” She whisper yelled, still cognizant of the fact Maddie could pop in at any moment.
“I thought he’d be gone by now. And what the hell is he doing over there? Oh my God, Steve, did she sleep with him?” She got up and started to pace behind him, getting a little louder and more frantic with each sentence.
“Rob,” he sighed.
“Steve, what the hell is she thinking?”
“Rob,” a little more forceful.
She started to chew her bottom lip just a bit, “What…”
“Robin,” he all but yelled, pulling her back into the chair by her wrist.
“Yes, yeah. I’m here.” Focusing all her attention on her forlorn friend.
“He slept on the couch after a drunken night out.” He thought for a moment, licking his lips before choosing his words carefully. “I… I can’t watch her go through all that again when he decides to leave. I can’t sit back and watch him take all of the best parts away from her. You remember what it was like?”
Her gaze softens, she remembers how it was but Steve, ever the best friend, took the brunt of it. Watching her two best friends being idiots around each other then and even more so now.
“This isn’t really about Eddie though, is it?” she spoke softly.
He didn’t respond, still looking at the floor. He was hurting. It was written all over his face.
“Steve,” she took his hand, wanting his full attention as his soft eyes looked into hers, “you have to tell her. If you don’t do it now, I think you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. You aren’t going to lose what you have, that could never happen to you two, but what if you lose the chance to have something more?”
Even back then, she knew he was in love with you but then Eddie happened. Then once he left, it had taken your heart so long to heal that Steve was scared to lose what you had he didn’t want to mess it up.
You had leaned on him to bring you back from the brink. He’d almost confessed a time or two, but it had never felt right. You had closed off your heart and sworn off love altogether.
February 1988
Steve had just gotten back to his apartment that afternoon after a long day of classes, exhaustion hitting him like a ton of bricks. Emily would be over soon so they could cook dinner and watch a movie. Friday nights were strictly for relaxing. The rest of the weekend was used for studying. Just one more year and he would graduate and finally start this life he had planned.
What he hadn’t planned was a frantic knocking at his door, jostling him from his momentary daydream.
He stood from the couch, a little slowly. Whomever was at there must have been impatient because they knocked again.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming, I’m coming.” He shouted, reaching for the door. “Hold your…”
As it swung open, the words died on his tongue. He had never expected to see you standing before him. His eyes practically bulged out of his head, taking in your drastic appearance. You were wearing stained pajamas, hair in a messy bun with bags so heavy under your eyes it looked like you hadn’t slept in days.
“Peach, what the hell…” before he could finish his sentence, you practically threw yourself at him, momentarily knocking him off balance. You clung to him for dear life as you started to cry. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you further into his chest.
He was so worried when you wouldn’t stop crying, he had no idea what was going on. He was panicking on the inside but was trying to keep his composure.
“Honey, you have to calm down. You have to tell me what’s going on.” He spoke softly, cradling your head, while his other hand rubbed soothingly up and down your back.
You had driven all the way to Indy without a phone call. He knew it was bad.
He finally coaxed you to sit down with him on the couch. You were still clinging to his side but calming down.
“Peach, it’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay.”
“Eddie left.” You whispered into his shirt, muffled where your face was still pressed close to him.
“What do you mean he left? I thought he was still in LA?” he asked softly, matching your tone.
You finally found enough strength to pull yourself up to face him. His eyes full of concern, searching yours for some kind of answer.
“He came to visit me last weekend.” Your lip trembled, voice threatening to give out as a fresh wave of tears began to spill but you needed to get it all out.
“I could tell something wasn’t right. The way he had been acting. I… I should have known this was going to happen. God, I’m so dumb.”
“Hey, hey. Stop it. You’re not dumb.” He grabbed your hand as you threaded your fingers through his.
“God Steve, I was just so happy to see him. He was trying to tell me before… before I told him it could wait. I just… I wanted to have him close to me.”
Steve knew what you were saying without coming out with it. His stomach lurched at the thought. You’d had sex and he’d left you when you had been at your most vulnerable. He stayed silent, letting you continue.
“We didn’t talk, we… and then he… he was gone in the morning. He left me a stupid fucking note that just said I’m sorry. I’ve called him for a week, and he hasn’t returned any of my calls. He’s just gone.”
Steve was stunned. He’d never thought Eddie could do this to you.
“He’s an idiot.” He mumbled, “You want me to track him down and beat some sense into him? I mean what the hell is he thinking?” At least he could try humor, he was good at deflecting.
“Given your track record with fights, I’m not sure how much use you’d be.” You smiled and giggled for the first time all week.
“There she is. At least I can still make you smile. I’m useful for something.” He grinned back.
He had all but forgotten about his usual date night with Emily, until he heard the door open as she stepped in. It startled the both of you, as he jumped to his feet to greet her.
“Steve, I…” she stopped as soon as she saw you, eyes rimmed red looking an absolute wreck.
“Hey, Em,” he kissed her cheek, and took her bags, setting them down. “Uh, I am so sorry, I would have called but uh,” turning back to you as if trying to convey a point.
“Is she okay?” her gaze left you to look back at her boyfriend.
“Yeah, yeah. Well, no. Do you think we can just take a rain check for tonight? Back to it next week?” he smiled that crooked grin that most women couldn’t resist.
“Yeah, sure. Sure.” She looked back at you then and waved. You raised your own hand in a wave back.
“I’ll call you in the morning babe.” He pecked her lips quickly, as she walked back out of the apartment.
You felt like a nuisance, an intruder. Steve had his own life without you barging in unannounced dragging him down with you.
“I’m sorry. I should have just called but I…”
He immediately shut you down, no apologies needed. He ordered pizza from his favorite place, and you mostly spent the night in comfortable silence eating and watching some cheesy horror fic.
He insisted you take his bed for the night, and he would take the couch, but you wouldn’t hear of it. You laid face to face, chatting about nothing and for a few moments it all seemed right in the world.
All of a sudden, it felt like summer break and long chats at night by the pool spending all your time telling your best friend all of your secrets. You had missed him. He spent the rest of the night reassuring you that it wasn’t your fault, and it would be okay. You would get through it.
He woke the next day to find you were still facing each other. You were curled up tightly with your fist under your chin as if on guard even in your sleep. He couldn’t help but feel helpless. He knew he couldn’t make it better, but he could at least make it easier.
He let himself brush the hair out of your face. The subtle touch had you chasing the warmth of his hand. He cradled your face for a moment, his palm resting against your cheek fingers slightly tangled in your hair as your breathing evened back out.
For a moment, he let his eyes trace the features of your face. Your eyes danced slightly behind your eyelids, and he wondered what you were dreaming of. The way your cupids bow beckoned him forward as your lips parted just slightly with every exhale that produced the perfect pout.
He knew it was wrong. Eddie had just broken your heart and his thoughts were selfish. He internally scolded himself and removed his hand, instead opting to pull you close to his chest, kissing your head softly as he heard you sigh. He slowly drifted back off the sleep with you curled into him.
Once you both woke, untangling from one another, the reality of the day set in.
You couldn’t stay here. You both knew that.
He called to check on you nearly every day after; coming to visit at least every other weekend. You felt like he had you on suicide watch. Which, for the record, never once crossed your mind.
All the extra time spent with you began to put a strain on his relationship with Emily.
It’s like she could sense what he wasn’t telling her. What practically anyone from the outside looking in could tell. Steve would never admit it to anyone, let alone himself.
She had finally told him that it was either you or her. Her mistake was thinking that she was even a choice when it came to you.
Dating was put on the back burner for a while. He instead helped you through the most difficult year of your life.
He stayed in Indy after graduation, landing a good job. You two stayed close despite the small distance.
He encouraged you to start dating again, even though it was killing him inside. He wanted to see you happy.
“And what about you Steve? You need to get back out there. You haven’t had a proper date in over a year.” You snorted.
“Yeah, well this isn’t about me.” He chuckled back to you.
“I’ll start dating when Hell freezes over.” You shot back.
“Well, maybe I’m right there with you.”
Time passed after that conversation. He never brought it back up to you.
1991
Steve Harrington could never seem to find the right girl to settle down with. Not for his lack of trying. He had broken numerous hearts, and in turn, had his own broken a time or two.
All he really longed for was someone to call his own. Someone that would stick around after they really got to know him. Get married. Start a family. He had it all planned out in his head.
He still had the occasional hook-ups from time to time. He wasn’t celibate and he got lonely.
And one day, he got a call from someone he had fooled around with about 3 months prior. She broke the news that she was pregnant, and it was his.
His world literally felt like it was caving in around him and his plans were crumbling before his eyes. He barely knew this woman and yet she was going to have his child.
He remembered the cheery blonde with piercing blue eyes that he knew absolutely nothing else about. They had met at a bar close to his office. They had fooled around exactly two times. He supposed it was a sick joke the universe was playing on him.
He was drunk the second time and forgotten to wear a condom. He had royally fucked up and there was only one person he trusted enough to talk to.
“Hey Stevie! Aren’t you working today?” your voice immediately calmed his rattled nerves.
“Yeah, I am but uh, I’m leaving early. I need to talk to you.” he sounded breathless near the end.
“Steve, is everything alright?”
“No. I’ve got some news and I just need my best friend right now, but I don’t really want to talk about it over the phone.”
“Well, just come over to my place. We’ll just figure everything out. Whatever it is, okay?” you tried to sound convincing, to placate him even though you were freaking out at what he wasn’t telling you.
When he made it to your house, he laid it all out on the line. Everything he knew thus far. You had listened without judgement and reassured him that you would be there the whole way. No matter what. And you had, with no hesitation.
Once his parents heard the news his dad offered to bribe her into getting rid of baby, but Steve immediately shut it down.
“It’s your grandchild, how the hell could you even say that?” But it fell on deaf ears, they didn’t care. They were trying to preserve the Harrington name from any scandal.
He tried to do the right thing. Date her, take care of her. Hell, it’d crossed his mind to marry her, but it quickly dawned on him how truly different they were. It would never have worked out. She was a waitress at the bar where they had met. She wasn’t wealthy by any means, but she knew he was or at least his family was.
He had hoped they could remain civil, but it wasn’t in the cards for him. It didn’t take her long to start asking him for money to stick around.
He didn’t know what to do so he kept her paid and content.
He drove her to every doctor’s appointment making sure the baby was good every step of the way.
They found out they were having a girl and Steve was over the moon. He immediately went to your place showing you the sonogram. The way he traced her small features in black and white still had your heart melting. He was already in love with her.
It was a beautiful, crisp day when she arrived that October. A perfect day in his mind. You accompanied him to the hospital. Both of you were jittery and anxious. Much to his dismay, she wouldn’t let him in the delivery room. Your heart broke for him. If she wasn’t in the middle of giving birth, it had crossed your mind to punch her stupid smug face.
She arrived without any complications. A beautiful, healthy 7-pound 3-ounce perfect little angel. Madelynn Grace Harrington. Luckily, Steve had been able to name her. Oddly enough that was one thing she hadn’t fought.
You watched him gingerly pick her up for the first time from the bassinet, cradling her tiny head and pulling her tiny body into his chest. His eyes began to tear at the sight of her. It was pure joy written on his face as he looked down at the tiny bundle. He was awestruck.
“I just,” voice quavering just a bit as he spoke. “I just can’t believe that she’s mine. My daughter.”
He looked up at you as you let out a small laugh. Your own eyes watering at the scene before you.
“Hi Maddie, I’m your dad. I’m so happy you’re here.” He spoke softly, looking down at this tiny little thing that he had a hand in creating.
“Stevie, I think you were always meant to be a dad.” You were settled beside him, your hand on his back, looking down at his twin. Thankfully she hadn’t inherited the looks from her mother with a head full of chestnut locks and hazel eyes just like Steve.
“You want to hold her?” You quickly nodded.
You sat down, as he brought her close and laid her gently in your awaiting arms. Swaddled head to toe in pink, with a matching pink cap.
She was the most precious thing you had ever laid eyes on. Your finger gently stroked her tiny cheek, as she yawned, with a tiny sigh.
“Hi Maddie. I’m your Auntie Peach. I already love you more than you’ll ever know.”
Steve silently watched you as you watched Maddie. His heart ached in his chest seeing you with his baby. It also broke a little.
After they were discharged from the hospital, Steve only got to see Maddie on the weekends. He had a sinking suspicion this was how it was going to be from the start.
About six months after she was born, blondie threatened to take Maddie and leave town if she didn’t get more money. Fed up, he finally asked her how much it would take for her to leave for good and not come back.
He had to take a loan out that would cost him a small fortune just so she’d sign over her rights, even though she never wanted their daughter to begin with, that much was evident. But he would gladly do it again. He was so thankful you and Robin were there to help him.
You hadn’t given it a second thought when it came to her. Doting on her as if she were your own. So, it was no surprise when Steve had told you he was moving back to Hawkins you insisted on him moving in with you until he found a place.
At some point, you both fell into a routine that felt so natural. So domestic. It felt like the right time, but his anxiety got the better of him. He was so happy with the way things were he didn’t want to lose you by confessing his feelings that would just make it awkward if you didn’t feel the same. He would keep you this way, even if his own heart was aching for so much more.
He waited, biding his time. Waiting for the perfect moment that never came.
“Rob, I can’t complicate things for her. If she wants Munson, I’m not going to stand in her way. She can make up her own mind.”
Robin audibly groaned, shaking her head throwing her hands up in defeat. “You two are even bigger idiots than I thought you were.”
He looked at her, puzzled, eyebrows knit in confusion.
“Rob, what? What does that mean?”
The only sound was Robin dropping her head in dramatic fashion to the table with a loud thump.
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my house of stone, your ivy grows
STEVE ROGERS X READER
summary: you were already promised to another but that doesn’t stop steve from putting roots in your dreamland
warnings: angst, fem!reader is in an unhappy marriage with ransom, allusions to infidelity, pining, mentions of toxic social norms
wc: 888
masterlist
a/n: inspired by taylor swift’s ivy. happy evermore season :)
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You first met Steve Rogers at a charity gala in the heart of New York.
Even in a room full of people his glittering eyes managed to meet yours and for a split second, it felt like the world around you had stopped and slowly faded away. Although the moment was short-lived, you couldn’t stop thinking about it—the feeling of being the only two people in the room.
It’s cruel. How such feelings can fester in your heart from one single glance. You could only keep it locked up in your heart.
But like fate, you ran into him again days later, just as the sun broke the horizon bringing warmth to the early spring air.
He ran over to you. “Hey,” he blurted out, “you were at Tony’s gala right?”
Your heart fluttered at the thought of him remembering you despite not exchanging a single word that night.
Grinning like a fool, you nodded your head.
It was supposed to be a quick jog, light exercise to clear your mind but the two of you ended up chatting on the park bench for hours. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed this much.
“It was great meeting you, Captain Rogers,” you said before parting ways. Yet deep down you didn’t want to say goodbye.
But as you turned around and took the first step away, his voice cuts through the covet air. “Steve,” he said clearly, “you can just call me Steve.”
You glanced over your shoulders and you couldn’t stop the smile twitching at your lips knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see him.
And so, a friendship formed between the two of you. You never stayed in New York for long periods of time but ever since you met Steve, it had become your home.
This is wrong, you kept telling yourself. It was wrong because you so desperately wished it was Steve who you were tied to—not the man who gave you this deadweight of a ring.
It was funny. People constantly told you how lucky you were, to be married to one of the most eligible bachelors in New England who carried with him a heavy trust fund so you wouldn’t have to lift a single finger.
Ransom Drysdale had the riches to live multiple lives and yet he never made you happy like Steve did. How could two people who looked so similar be so different?
Once Ransom had his fun, he tossed you aside like you were nothing.
With Steve, he looked at you like there was something worth looking at—that everything that came out of your mouth was worth listening to. He constantly wanted to learn from you and with you. You don’t remember the last time you were this understood and seen.
And it might seem silly to other people because they would never understand but some part of you knows that if it ever came down to that point, you’d risk your own life for him because your feelings for him were real.
And maybe it was all in your head, but his sneaky glances when he thinks you aren’t paying attention and the friendly lingering touches that last longer than they should… could it be possible he returned the same treacherous feeling?
Why don’t you just leave that asshole then? your heart would tell you, as if you never thought of it before. Like there wasn’t an internal war going on in your head constantly.
You can already hear the nasty words coming out of their pretentious mouths as they drink their overly expensive wine, feeding into whatever gossip fits their narrative. They would call you a madwoman for leaving, that all your prospects are gone because that's what you were unfairly reduced to.
And you knew Ransom. Even if the two of you don’t even share a bed anymore and he’s in Massachusetts and you’re in New York, he’s egocentric enough to never sign the papers just to see you suffer—he’d probably burn the house to the ground before he does.
“I wish we met sooner,” Steve once told you. Because it could’ve been us, were his unsaid words.
You tried to let out a smile, but it's more of a frown than anything. “Me too.”
As if his words didn’t break your heart in a thousand ways already, he gave you a longing look that you recognized too well. “Your husband’s very lucky. To be loved by someone like you.”
How do you tell Steve that everything was already his? That your love belonged to no one but him. How do you explain that it was him that you longed for day and night? That he managed to plant seeds in your barren heart and bloomed a beautiful bountiful garden.
Maybe someday you’ll finally have the courage. To finally not care about what your parents and their snobby rich friends say and not let the societal expectations scare you. To finally not hold back and love each other without boundaries because that was what both of you deserved.
But for now, it’s hangouts in Brooklyn and drives upstate. It’s longing stares and wishful thinking. For now, all you can do is love Steve in silence and hope that somewhere within him, he’ll wait for you.
(He does.)
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers fic#steve rogers angst#steve rogers x y/n#steve rogers imagine#chris evans x reader
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Happy Sunday fic rec night friends! As I mentioned last week, I'm hopefully gonna offer some authors to check out each week along with what I've read. I hope you find some new authors/fics to enjoy! 💛
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As a reminder here's why I'm doing this every Sunday, and anything I reblog/seen on these Sunday lists can be found @superbreblogger my fic dump blog. Happy reading and have a great week!
recs now separated by character’s and will have fluff, smut, and angst descriptions
Hey Check Out These Super Talented Authors:
@1986harrington - masterlist
I loved everything I read this week, but I think my favorite had to have been "We fell in love at the end of the world". A truly sweet intimate moment with Steve perfectly balanced. I feel people often focus on Steve being soft and sweet and clingy after being hurt and this fic shows that side as well as his need to still be silly, to push off his pain and injuries to make you laugh. I don't think there was a fic I didn't smile or think to myself 'mhm yes totally steve oh my god.' You won't be disappointed!
@abibliophobiaa - masterlist
Again, loved absolutely everything I read. Holy cow did I fucking cry at Evermore. But I think my favorite had to be Luna's "Bad Idea" best friend Steve Harrington oneshot. It was fluffy and smutty and perfection. Luna's wit in her writing as well as some truly beautiful poetic lines that will stick with you are just a few reasons to check out her stories!
Steve Harrington:
"Late Night Drives" by @1986harrington -fluff/smut
"Bad Idea" by @abibliophobiaa - smut
"We Fell In Love At The End Of The World" by @1986harrington - angst/fluff
"Sweetness" / "Sweetness" pt. 2 by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut
"Bad For Business Level One" by @upsidedownwithsteve - fluff/(angst in the form of enemies to lovers - mini series)
"Single Thread" pt. 3 (spiderman!steve) by @keeryshouse - fluff/smut/angst
"Addiction" by @sweetsweetjellybean - smut
"Lover" by @sunshinesteviee - fluff
Untitled BD Steve by @usedtobecooler - smut
Eddie Munson:
"Evermore" by @abibliophobiaa - angst
"Whatta Man - Eddie's Night" by @loveshotzz - smut (with some good fluff too)
Untitled Request by @newlips - smut
"Disjointed" chap. 29 by @boomhauer - this series contains angst/fluff/smut
Series I'm Currently Reading & Recommend:
"be with you everywhere" by @willowherbal | Steve Harrington - ongoing
“Disjointed” by @boomhauer | Eddie Munson - ongoing
“Baby Steps” by @boomhauer | Steve Harrington - ongoing
#superbly subpars fic recs#sunday fic recs#steve harrington fic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n
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Hello :)
I would love to see an example of a school playlist! (Doesn’t have to be lofi)
Hey there Anon!
So in this post I talked about ways to romanticize school and one of them is to create different playlists for different vibes. I’m just going to give you a few songs per playlists so that this post doesn’t become too long, but I hope you’ll enjoy them ♥️
Getting ready in the morning (still trying to wake yourself up)
Suddenly I See ~ KT Tunstall
Someone New ~ Kakkmaddafakka
Feather ~ Sabrina Carpenter
love is embarrassing ~ Olivia Rodrigo
Ein bisschen mehr Liebe ~ RAUM27
Umazane Misli ~ Joker Out
Lunchtime ~ Spacey Jane
Daylight ~ Harry Styles
Juice ~ Blæst
SUPERMODEL ~ Måneskin
Oft gesagt ~ RAUM27
3005 ~ Childish Gambino
Dice ~ Leoniden
Restless ~ Kakkmaddafakka
Walking/driving to school (main character vibes)
Brazil ~ Declan McKenna
Bad Moon Rising ~ Creedence Clearwater Revival
I Walk This Earth All By Myself ~ EKKSTACY
Retro (Rough) ~ Childish Gambino
End of Beginning ~ Djo
Think About Things ~ Daði Freyr
Plattenbaum ~ RAUM27
Morirò da re ~ Måneskin
pretty isn’t pretty ~ Olivia Rodrigo
Crazy Little Thing Called Love ~ Queen
Obvious Guy ~ Alfie Templeman
betty ~ Taylor Swift
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa ~ FINNEAS
For Elise ~ Saint Motel
Day ‘n’ Nite ~ Kid Cudi
Studying during your free period (mysteriously sitting in a corner)
Killer Queen ~ Queen
I Want To Hold Your Hand ~ The Beatles
Fortunate Son ~ Creedence Clearwater Revival
Shattered Dreams ~ Johnny Hates Jazz
I Wanna Be Sedated ~ Rockaway Bitch
Sympathy For The Devil ~ The Rolling Stones
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy ~ Queen
Harness you Hopes (B-side) ~ Pavement
The Joker ~ Steve Miller Band
She Drives Me Crazy ~ Fine Young Cannibals
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper ~ Blue Öyster Cult
Walk This Way ~ Aerosmith
Another One Bites The Dust ~ Queen
Go Your Own Way ~ Fleetwood Mac
You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet ~ Bachman-Turner Overdrive
Glass Onion ~ The Beatles
Coming home after school (letting out the frustration)
Brutal ~ Olivia Rodrigo
KOOL KIDS ~ Måneskin
Bad Reputation ~ Joan Jett
Celebrity Skin ~ Hole
Vermiss dich ~ RAUM27
Just a Girl ~ No Doubt
Dark Side ~ Blind Channel
Funeral ~ Leoniden
LA FINE ~ Måneskin
All American Bitch ~ Olivia Rodrigo
For a dark academia vibe
Waltz No.2 ~ Cihat Askin
Time Will Come ~ Tol-Puddle Martyrs
Dance of the Knights ~ Sergei Prokofjew
Lacrimosa ~ (performed by) Vienna Mozart Orchestra
Danse Macabre, Op. 40 ~ Camille Saint-Saëns
Honestly anything by Aija Alsiņa she’s amazing
Or anything by Igor Levit, he’s great too
Calming down in the evening
Booster Seat ~ Spacey Jane
Kill Bill ~ SZA
Twilight Time ~ The Platters
War With Heaven ~ keshi
Bring It On Home To Me ~ Elvin Bishop
Galapagos ~ Kakkmaddafakka
0471 ~ RAUM27
Glitch ~ Taylor Swift
lacy ~ Olivia Rodrigo
Little Sad Eyes ~ The Castells
My favourite Albums to study too
SOUR ~ Olivia Rodrigo
emails i can’t send ~ Sabrina Carpenter
Because the Internet ~ Childish Gambino
Kauai ~ Childish Gambino
Bridge Over Troubled Water ~ Simon & Garfunkel
Hozier ~ Hozier
Stick Season (Forever) ~ Noah Kahan
folklore ~ Taylor Swift
evermore ~ Taylor Swift
Harry’s House ~ Harry Styles
To Feel Something At All ~ KYTES
Happiness in Liquid Form - EP ~ Alfie Templeman
Anfangen Anzufangen ~ RAUM27
AM ~ Arctic Monkeys
Rumours ~ Fleetwood Mac
#okay so this post still ended up being super long#I just had a lot of fun whith this#I know you’re supposed to listen to music without words while studying#but personally I prefer songs with words while doing most of my studying#when I really need to focus I listen to either soundtracks or lofi#ask blog#anon ask#ask#student life#student#school#school life#romantizing life#romantizing school#becoming that girl#it girl#self improvement#that girl#best version of yourself#girlblogging#music#my playlist#playlists#music playlist#playlist curator
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Stranger Things characters and ships as Taylor Swift albums
Part Five: 1989
*Disclaimer: I’m tagging all the ships and characters featured. I’m gonna try not to be biased. MOST of these are strictly based on canon. No hate to ANY ships or shippers.*
Welcome To New York: Will
“Like any great love, it keeps you guessing. Like any real love, it's ever-changing. Like any true love, it drives you crazy but you know you wouldn't change anything”
Blank Space: Steddie (Eddie’s POV)
“I know you heard about me so hey, let's be friends. I'm dying to see how this one ends”
Style: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)
“I should just tell you to leave 'cause I know exactly where it leads, but I watch us go 'round and 'round each time”
Out Of The Woods: Ronance (Nancy’s POV)
“When you started crying baby I did too. When the sun came up, I was looking at you”
All You Had To Do Was Stay: Mileven (El’s POV)
“The more I think about it now, the less I know All I know is that you drove us off the road”
Shake It Off: El
“Got nothin in my brain. At least that’s what people say”
I Wish You Would: Byler (Will’s POV)
“We're a crooked love. In a straight line down. Makes you wanna run and hide. Then it makes you turn right back around”
Bad Blood: Eleven to One
“Now did you think it all through? All these things will catch up to you. And time can heal but this won't, so if you're coming my way, just don't”
How You Get The Girl: Steve
“Say it's been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want”
I Know Places: Ronance (Robin’s POV)
“Something happens when everybody finds out. See the vultures circling, dark clouds. Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out”
Wonderland: Jancy (Jonathan’s POV)
“Didn't they tell us, don't rush into things? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? Ooh, didn't it all seem new, and exciting?”
You Are In Love: Jopper (Joyce’s POV)
“He keeps his word and for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts”
New Romantics: The Party
“We're so young but we're on the road to ruin. We play dumb but we know exactly what we're doin'…And every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream”
Wildest Dreams: Ronance (Robin’s POV)
“I said, "No one has to know what we do.” His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. And his voice is a familiar sound”
This Love: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)
“Tossing, turning. Struggled through the night with someone new. And I could go on and on, on and on. Lantern, burning. Flickered in the night, only you”
Links to other parts of this series: Debut, Fearless, Speak Now, Red, reputation, Lover, folklore, evermore
#will byers#steddie#jancy#ronance#mileven#el hopper#eleven#byler#vecna#steve harrington#jopper#the party
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baby it's halloween (and we can be anything)
ronance | ronancetober challenge | day 7
day seven: sapphic senate (or: enjoy some headcanons because i had too many ideas and none of them concrete)
They have sleepovers every other Saturday. They’re always at Nancy or Vickie’s house, and never at Robin or Chrissy’s.
Chrissy stress bakes (it’s a common ED thing just trust me) and Vickie stress knits so sometimes Robin and Nancy come home to the most random things or get the strangest presents. They love them though
Chrissy and Nancy have a running joke with Eddie about them both dating him and Eddie being a massive playboy but it actually keeps them all from being outed and shit. Robin, vickie, and Steve tried to do the same thing with little luck (also vickie is like “Robin aren’t you mad Nancy is cheating on you” and Robin LAUGHS)
Genuinely may write this
Chrissy and Vickie were never told about ronance. They just kind of figured it out.
Robin and Nancy weren’t exactly slick about it either, but they just hoped Chrissy and Vickie would think they were best friends until they literally kissed on the mouth in front of them and they went “well fuck”
They all came out to each other consecutively. Someone made a comment about how hot an actress was during a movie night, and then instead of freaking out they all went “you too?” or something.
In a roommate au, they have a bitchy calico cat named something soft like Lilly or Cloud that HATES Steve. Like the cat has to be locked in Chrissy’s room because he won’t go in there. It’s also incredibly stupid and ends up stuck in the weirdest places.
Alternatively, it was originally Chrissy’s cat that she stole–I mean adopted (think like Winston and Ferguson from New Girl) but then they all started caring for it and now they all love and care for the cat. When Robin and Nancy move into their own place, they get like three cats of their own.
Chrissy, Vickie, and Nancy LOVE to go shopping or get their nails/hair/“girly stuff” together. Robin tagged along a few times, but it was definitely not her thing and she just got overwhelmed and tired about an hour in and had to have Steve pick her up
Vickie is an artist in her free time and she draws comics for the paper sometimes. She mostly just likes to hang out in the newspaper office with Nancy and Robin because it’s quiet and Nancy keeps good snacks in there.
Chrissy and Nancy kissed once at a cool kid party during a game of spin the bottle and they only admitted that it impacted them in a gay way after they came out
Future careers: Nancy - journalist (duh), Robin - interpreter (or a film professor specializing in foreign films), Vickie - music teacher, Chrissy - dietician specializing in ED recovery with adolescents
Chrissy and vickie actually kind of hate Steve. They both accept that he’s robin's best friend and Nancy’s close friend too (and Eddie’s boyfriend) but they both have an early s3 Robin idea of him being king Steve the douchebag in their heads
Robin and Vickie went on like two dates towards the end of the school year before they both realized they’re really similar and they’re better off friends. They just laugh about it now.
Top modern Spotify artists: Nancy - Taylor Swift (top album is reputation, folklore, or evermore) or MARINA. Chrissy - Taylor Swift (top album is Lover or Speak Now). Robin - Julien Baker or Phoebe Bridgers (tbh I think she would love boygenius in general). Vickie - Hozier.
They go CRAZY for Halloween. Like, the best group costumes you can imagine. They had really intricate Wizard of Oz costumes one year, then they were characters from Grease (would have been the Pink Ladies but Robin wanted to wear a T-Birds jacket), Veronica and the Heathers once Heathers is released,the list is endless. They plan and prep for months. Chrissy and Robin are the biggest Halloween fanatics.
Nancy is the true horror slasher fan of the group. Robin likes them enough, and Chrissy and Vickie despise them. They usually watch comedies and "chick flicks" as a group, and then Robin and Nancy will watch all the horror movies as dates
Chrissy and Vickie pine after each other for SO LONG before Nancy and Robin separately sit them down and go "just TALK TO HER" and it STILL takes months.
anyway, that's all the headcanons i have rattling around in my head about these girls. day 8 is coming up around the same time, and goddamn do i love it.
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#ronancetober#stranger things#stranger things season 4#stranger things 4#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#nancy x robin#sapphic senate#chrissy cunningham#vickie stranger things#chrissy x vickie#sapphic senate stranger things#lil gay people in my laptop i love you#id die for them#melodicchaos fics
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