baby, it's cold outside! | (steve harrington x reader)

contains: rich!steve, boyfriend!steve, fluffy smut because i get soft this time of year!!!, afab!reader, oral!f recieving , use of the word 'princess' !

steve who wraps you in his arms in bed while you sleep, head resting atop your own. steve who feels you shiver in the night, frost latched onto your penthouse window as flurries fall outside. steve who tries to soothe you as you wake, shivering in the night. steve whose shared wine glasses with you before bed, just to warm up a little bit more.

steve whose lips latch to your neck as you wake, whining softly about being cold. steve who slides his warm hands under your shirt, allowing your head to lull back against his chest.

"it's freezing," you'd halfheartedly complained as you both crawled into bed. "s'a penthouse, baby. s'gonna take a little bit to get the heat all the way up here." he'd explained drowsily, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "first cold day of the year, honey. just give it 'til the morning." to compensate, he'd started a fire for the two of you, but you were still shivering.

he slides downwards, crawling under the duvet as you stir slightly, rolling onto your back as he parts from your neck. he spreads your legs apart with his palms, bent at the knee as he shelves them on broad shoulders. he nips gently at your inner thigh, causing you to hiss through your teeth. it succeeds in waking you more, finally pushing the covers down to see his face. being bundled up together had warmed his features, but steve naturally got warmer when you were always freezing. his cheeks are flushed pink, mouth working on your inner thighs as he looks up at you. your arms lunge forward from your sides, fingers tangling in his hair as he tugs your panties to the side, mouth working on your pussy.

"you were right," he murmurs against your clit, "you're freezing." you whine, bucking your hips upwards to meet his mouth. normally he'd make you work for it, basking in all the ways your body needed him; but he's feeling generous, and so he continues. your moans harmonize with the crackle of the fireplace, and he holds your legs as his mouth works on you. he slides two fingers in and you keen, knees buckling and falling against the sides of his head.

he can't help but chuckle into your flesh, proud of himself for knowing every little thing that makes you tick. your fingers knot in his hair, your jaw slack as your hips buck upwards to grind against his tongue. it feels so good, and warm-your head goes dizzy with all of these thoughts, and before you know it, you're spilling over for him.

his moans vibrate against your clit, and he truly is the trope of 'men who eat pussy for pleasure.' the way his tongue works against your clit ensures that he's going to heaven if it's real-and you finally come back to earth as you hear him calling your name, intertwined with 'baby'.

you finally come down from your high, grounded as your senses connect to the feelings around you.

warm. fireplace, comforter. steve.

you glance down at him through hazy lids, your gaze focusing on your boyfriend; drawing circles into your knee with his thumb. he accompanies it with a kiss, finally crawling towards you, kissing you all over your face.

it makes you squeal, giggling like a child. "steve-!" you lightheartedly protest, and he chuckles to himself. "can we sleep now? is the princess warm enough?" he teases, bundling you into his arms once more as you tsk, jaw hanging open as you pull the comforter over you both. "okay okay, yes." you tease back with defeat, snuggling closer as you rest your head on his chest.

can't you hear that scratching (it can hear you)

baby's first microfic! im actually really proud and happy with this one

@steddiemicrofic october prompt: suck | wc: 480 | cw: none

"Babe, are you ready yet? Robin's already at the Wheeler's and we still gotta stop at the store for candy." Steve stands in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to get his hair slicked back just right, before securing Eddie's folded bandana around his forehead and finishing the look with a white construction hat.

"I think the Sinclair's are gonna do like a joint thing? I don't know, Nancy has the details, but we're setting up tables in the front yard." Steve waits for a reply, but frowns when he's met with silence. "Eds?"

He walks into their bedroom to find it empty, Eddie nowhere in sight. "Babe?" He checks the guest rooms, downstairs, the kitchen. Steve looks out the window over the sink and sighs when he sees Eddie's van gone.

"Asshole," he mutters to himself. "Could've told me he was going ahead." He checks himself in the mirror by the door and smooths down his fake mustache before grabbing his keys and throwing his jacket on.

He unlocks the Beemer and tries to ignore the feeling of eyes on him.

-

Maple Street is already packed with kids by the time he gets there. He pulls into the Wheeler's driveway and is even more confused when he doesn't see the van. Nobody at the house as seen him, either, and Steve pushes down his worry as he helps Karen and Sue stock the candy bowls.

As the night progresses, there's still no sign of Eddie. The kids come by a couple times but they haven't seen him either. Steve sneaks around the back of the house for a smoke when it gets closer to curfew. What if something happened to him on the way? He takes a nervous drag and a flash in the woods catches his attention. Immediately, he's on alert, eyes scanning the treeline.

It happens again. Against his better judgement, he investigates.

Leaves crunch under his shoes the further into the woods he gets. The hair on the back of his neck stands up, the feeling from earlier back. His stomach drops and his hands shake, cold washing over him as his eyes dart across the darkness.

He's being hunted.

He keeps his breathing under control but there's a swoosh from above and Steve suddenly finds himself face down in the dirt before he can scream. He thrashes and tries to knock whatever it is off him, desperately grasping at the dirt. Then, there's a hand on the back of his head and low, familiar chuckling in his ear.

"Looks like I win."

Steve's body goes limp with a muffled groan. The hand on his head disappears and he rolls over to see the smug grin on his boyfriend's face. Eddie's eyes flash red in the darkness and his grin turns feral, like the predator he is.

"Whadda'ya say, Stevie? Gonna let me suck your blood?"

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EAST HAVEN'S 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY EVENT: THE WIND STORM

With the 1 year anniversary of East Haven's opening, we have decided to have an event that centers around a wind storm that is blowing it's way through town, inciting chaos where ever it goes. The event will start on January 5th at 12pm (noon) and end on January 15th at 12am (midnight). No new starters should be posted after January 10th.

You were placed into groups that are listed below. You will be expected to write with at least one character in that group that you normally do not write with. You are still free to do other threads with others in the group, but are required to at least one.

Participation for this event will be mandatory. Acceptances and checks will be held as usual. Reminder: Injuries need to be in by January 3rd*. You can find the form here. Details of this will be posted on the 5th.

Characters and locations are listed under the cut and will be updated with acceptances & unfollows. Please use the tag easthavenevent007.

East Haven Memorial - Maple Hills

Stevie Wagner - Kayla Johnny Wagner - K Sunny Hussan - Jennie River Jackson - Star Sarah Ruiz - El Gale Peterson - Nadine Callum Jackson - Madison Alec Kincade - Justin Aubrey Miller - Lital Wesley Levitt - K

City Hall - Downtown

Nate Clairmont - Kayla Brody Evans - Jackie Aarin Duskin - K Chantel Bedford - Katelyn Ann-Marie Seigert - Jennie Maggie Sommers - Kayla Mallory Sinclair - K Verity Wagner - Mat Max Diax - Star Isabella Castro - JimJam Andrew Jackson - Nadine

Willow Springs Apartments - Downtown

Ashi Hussan - Kayla Emre Ediz - K Orion Blakely - Justin Jude Sanchez-Khalid - Star Amerie Chen - Mat Dana Allen-Lopez - K Apollo Williams - Desi Riley Day - Marie Celine Ediz - Gigi Beyza Senkan - Kayla

Heywood University - Downtown

Liliana Santos-Blake - Nadine Cami Quintana-Lopez - Marie Cristian Hernandez - Dix Asher Spring - Kae Wyatt Wheeler - K Prue Cassidy - Kayla Marcus Reyes - K Alex Fontenelle - Madison Frederick Sullivan - Star Genevieve Hernandez - Beki

Fire Department - Downtown

Connor Bowen - K Penelope Ruiz - Nadine Benjamin Jackson - Justin Harlow Hanlon - S Eddie Castro - Kayla Ari Seong-Paterson - Katelyn Keely Seigert - Desi Brady Levitt - Jennie Roman Rhodes - G Javier Rivera - Dix Renee Thompson - K

Mount Aston Lodge - Mount Aston

Josiah Huddington - Katelyn Neena Wagner - Gigi Dilara Baysal - K Malik Farouk - Jackie Travis Jackson - Kayla Samuel Bradford - S Cameron Hatcher - Dix Mason Paterson - K Josh Pryce - Nadine Diego Castro - Star

Gas n Go - Sutherland Park

Shane Marshall - Jay Alice Cheung - K Bridget Levitt - Kayla James Morrison - Sam Quentin Levitt - Nadine Hunter Renner - Star Bee Bowen - El Estella Harris - Lital Julieta Alvarez - K Alliannah Vaughn - Katelyn

Animal House Shelter - Maple Hills

Evren Osman - Katelyn Morgan Fontenelle - K Alaric Farrow - S Lance Browne - Justin Roberta Rhodes - Kayla Gavin Gunther - Jackie Chanse Ainsworth - Kae Chloe Austin - Madison Mateo Torres - K Isla Ricci - Mat

South Pines - Primrose Heights

Abraham Wilson - K Julian Heywood - Nadine Luciana Medina - Kayla Owen Bentley - Star Ricky Thompson - Jennie Luna Morales - Lital Simon Heywood - Marie Matt Wheeler - Kayla Valentina Delgado - K Rohan Belton-Stone - Justin

Old Maple Way - Maple Hills

Dean Walker - Dix Nicole Peterson - Kayla Haven Sinclair - Katelyn Oliver Hensley - JimJam Aster Moon - G Hazal Senkan - K Kanyon Webb - Jackie Aindreis Blythe - Marie Yasmin Ansari - K Sydney Heywood - Gigi Demir Ediz - Lisa

Tequila Cowboy - Sutherland Park

Donovan Morgan - Star Marcel Vaughn - Mat Amayah Fontenelle - Nadine Abel Morgan - K Teagan Weatherford - Katelyn Jaslene Clairmont - K Maverick Bennett - Dix Sofia Carmichael - Kayla Romeo Clark - Jackie Graham Winters - JimJam

Maple Hills Mall - Maple Hills

Parker Campbell - K Xia Huang-Clark - Kayla Viktor Pierce - Dix Lenny Clairmont - K Nancy Lee - Kayla Nora Sinclair - Beki Tyler Day - Star Summer Cassidy - El Ali Webster - Sam Daniel Kwon - Nadine Harrison Lee - Jennie

Moose Lodge Rentals - Primrose Heights

Nick Wagner - Kayla Eli Browne - K Vivek Virani - Jackie Charlie Davis - Star Waverly Erickson - Em Cael Montgomery - Nadine Adem Sahir - Madison Jeremy Lieberman - Kayla Jo Spring - Marie Logan Walker - K

*We did change this so we could have time to talk to and plan these injuries.

I was tagged by @youlightmeupfinn 💜 ILY Bestie!

What's your name? Stephanie; fun fact: my mom named me after Stevie Nicks

Your sun sign? - Sagittarius 🏹

The last song you listened to? - Gold by Imagine Dragons

What are you wearing right now? - Purple shorts and the t-shirt I bought when I saw Taylor Swift in concert during her Rep tour in 2018 🖤🐍

How tall are you? - 5'7"

Piercings? - 2 holes in each ear!

Tattoos? - None, but I'm waiting on the moment my husband says he's ready to go get our wedding bands tattooed on our left ring fingers.

Glasses? Contacts? - Yes. And yes. I wear glasses most of the time because they are easier. I'm desperate without them; my prescription is at least -10 in each eye plus I have astigmatism.

Last drink? - Ginger Ale mixed with Cranberry Juice

Last thing you ate? - Cheesy Spanish rice with chicken, peppers, and onions 😋

Any pets? - A handsome tuxedo cat named London 😻

Do you have a crush on anyone? - I'm married, so no one IRL. My celebrity crush is obv Tom Hiddleston

Favorite fictional characters? - There are so many! In no particular order... Loki, Eleven, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Roy Kent, Eleanor Shellstrop, Raymond Holt, Rosa Diaz, Dwight Schrute, Leslie Knope, April Ludgate, Ron Swanson, Keeley Jones, Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton, Jonathan Pine, Five Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Wednesday Addams, Cosmo Kramer, Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock, Samwise Gamgee, Galadriel, Michael from The Good Place

A movie you think everyone should watch? - CODA

A book you think everyone should read? - The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

The last place you traveled? - Oahu, Hawaii 🌺

Something you are looking forward to? - so many things! But the most immediate thing is another AirDnD weekend! My husband and I and a bunch of our friends rent an AirBnB for a weekend and play DnD the whole time. My husband and I co-DM the campaign. It’s a blast! ⚔️🧝🏼‍♀️

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Truly Devious Book Quote Rp Meme

book by Maureen Johnson- feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes

“You have to take things as they are, not how you hear they're supposed to be.”

“There is nothing so serious as a game.”

“But I’m usually right. The people who worry are always right. That’s how that works.”

“I’m a strong believer in truth in advertising.”

“When you have enough power and money, you can dictate the meanings of words.”

“As a writer, are those really the words you want to use?”

“You have to take things as they are, not how you hear they’re supposed to be.”

“I like to look nice when I go to see His Majesty, the Burger King.”

“Panic attacks are mean little freaks.”

“Why was she so anxious? Because she had anxiety.”

“I always wanted stories to be real, so I started writing my own.”

“Anything is better than doing what I'm supposed to be doing.”

“Where her books were, she was. Get the books right and the rest will follow. Now she could address the rest of the room.”

"I'll drink the living blood of trees,- maple syrup.”

“Few words are more chilling when put together than make friends.”

"Believe me. I'm aware. It's an effective way to communicate if you don't have any other options. If you can't get in through the door, throw a rock through the window. And I think maybe you're the same way.”

Their idea of what constituted interesting was so limited. They were never going to have as much fun as she did.”

“His voice was deep and smooth and rich, like what gravy might sound like if gravy could talk.”

“What serves on either side, and if you wish to hide, may protect you from your foe, or show him where to go?”

“Sometimes you have to leave the fucking Shire, Frodo.”

“Games are not fun when you don't know you're playing.”

“How could she be anxious when everything was so cheerful? Very easily, as it happens. Brain chemistry doesn’t care about how pretty things are.”

“Meet my dead dad,"

“Money should never stand in the way of learning.”

“We have a limited emotional vocabulary. We’re indoor kids.”

“The whole thing smelled like a thrift shop that had been baked in a low oven and felt like a too-tight and too-long hug by a rejected Muppet.”

“He had a smile like a hammock—just get in, go to sleep, forget your troubles and cares.”

“The moon was thin like a hook, and the owls were calling. The smell of fall leaves blew on the wind and he was dead.”

“The thing about looking just a little bit means it’s really easy to look a little bit more.”

“There is something about early mornings that changes your perceptions subtly. The light is new; no one has put on the defenses of the day. All is reset and not quite real yet.”

"It's not bad or good. It just is. That's something you'll find out if you decide to go into this line of work. You have to take things as they are, not how you hear they're supposed to be.

“There is something about early mornings that changes your perceptions subtly. The light is new; no one has put on the defences of the day. All is reset and not quite real yet.”

"I liked you from the first moment I saw you, when you looked like you wanted to punch me in the face for just being alive. That probably says something dark about me. And I think you like me because I annoy you. Both of us have real problems, but maybe we should make our weird personalities work for us.”

“People say depression lies. Anxiety is just stupid. It’s unable to tell the difference between things that are actually scary (being buried alive, for example) and things that are not scary at all (being in bed under the covers). It hits all the same buttons. Stop. Go. Up. Down. It’s all the same to anxiety.”

“How did everyone else know how to do yoga?

The one advantage to all of this was that it cleared Stevie's mind of everything. She heard exercise did that. Was this what they meant? You were so busy being confused and trying to stop your sweaty hands from slipping on a mat that you couldn't think anymore?”

“There is a mistaken notion that wealth makes people content. It does the opposite, generally. It stirs a hunger in many - and no matter what they eat, they will never be full.”

"How would I know? Do I look like I go to a lot of dances?"

“That was something they taught you in anxiety therapy- the thoughts may come, but you don't have to chase them all. It was sort of the opposite of good detective work, in which you had to follow every lead.”

“Shock is a funny thing. Things get both sharp and fuzzy. Time stretches and distorts. Things come rushing into focus and seem larger than they are. Other things vanish to a single point.”

“Last things were so strange. Most people had no control over of what their last acts would be.”

“Sherlock said, “I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.”

Find the Word Challenge

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

Thanks for the tags, @hippolotamus and @jesuisici33! My words were: tea, lonely, book, radio, mess, maple, tarnish, under, pride, guitar

Tea: I am absolutely astounded that there is no tea in any of my WIPs. I do have plans for a scene in which David and Patrick get coffee/tea together in the indie band WIP, but alas, it hasn't written itself yet.

Lonely: (is loneliness close enough?)

The songs are about the usual suspects, hope and heartbreak, love and loneliness, but the lyrics flay him open, cutting him down to the bone.

Book: I've got journal

David is at the counter of Rose Apothecary with his nose buried in his journal, sketching a new idea for the store’s seasonal displays, so he doesn’t notice the way Patrick slips and slides his way up the unshoveled sidewalk in front of the store.

Or magazine:

Next to the candy, there are the kind of magazines that his mom sometimes buys and calls a guilty pleasure.

But no books!

Mess:

Normally, this wouldn’t be newsworthy; despite a rather messy and short-lived friends with benefits arrangement in the middle of their senior year, David and Stevie still managed to stay friends over the years, even after David left for New York.

Under:

The frustration the song conveys is palpable, and he feels it burrowing under his skin and seeping into his veins.

Pride Proud:

“I see someone who just wants to have something to be proud of,” he whispers. Patrick inches closer. “To make something special. That matters.”

Guitar:

Patrick introduces the song as [redacted] as he sets his guitar on the stand and sits down on the bench of the baby grand piano instead.

No radio, maple, or tarnish!

Tagging @rosedavid @alienajackson @jettestar @treluna4 @carolrain @mostlyinthemorning @blackandwhiteandrose @nontoxic-writes. Your words are: miserable, flavor, think, relevant, cheap

3, 8, & 17 pretty please 🫶🏻

Omg thank you so much for asking lovely! 💖

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Like their are certainly things I won’t write but they’re not tropes. I wouldn’t say there’s a trope I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole and also never say never right? I never thought I’d write an orgy with triple anal penetration and a side order of daddy kink and yet I did for someone’s birthday so like, you never know what your future holds 🤷🏻‍♀️

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I write them start to finish because I wrote one (1) geraskier fic out of order, I skipped the middle to get to the good stuff at the end, and it’s still sitting unfinished in my gdocs two and a half years later even though it’s like 50k so it feels like a massive waste to leave it sitting there but I really have NO desire to go back and write the middle 🤣

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This is from chapter 6 of an incredibly niche, self indulgent supernatural detective fic I’m currently working on. It’s set 30 years post canon, in London, Daisy is Robins wife, Olivia is their daughter, Steve isn’t her Dad but he basically is. This scene takes place in Blackpool at a brass band contest called the Spring Festival (the girls all play, thanks for making Robin a trumpet player D*ffers 😉 although she moved onto cornet shortly after moving to London in ‘87). Basically Billy shows up, unexpectedly of course and things unfurl from there. And I love it and I’m proud of it because it makes me laugh, and if it doesn’t make me laugh then what’s the point?

-oOo-

“So,” Steve said, joining Robin, Olivia and Daisy at the table they’d taken in the Blackpool MacDonalds, “it’s come to my attention that I’ve done something really foolish.”

“Did you try to ask a lesbian out on a date again?” Robin asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Very funny,” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes as he opened up his pancakes.

“Did you sleep with our conductor again?” Daisy asked, also raising her eyebrows.

“Hey, she said she was single!” Steve protested but they all ignored him.

“Did you try to sleep with a vampire again?” Olivia asked, eyebrows raised just like her mothers. It was disconcerting if he was being honest.

“That was one time!”

“Give us a clue?” Daisy asked before taking a bite out of her egg McMuffin.

“No, no!” Steve sniffed, as he poured the little tub of maple syrup over his breakfast, “I came to you all for advice but you’d rather take the piss.”

“Please,” Robin scoffed, “you came here to whinge and not listen to any advice we gave you.”

“Slander,” Steve mumbled, taking a bite and chewing testily.

“Is it really slander if it’s true?” Olivia asked, before spearing a piece of her own pancake on the little plastic fork that came with the meal and placing it daintily in her mouth.

“Do you want to hear about my problem or not?”

“Oh please, regale us,” Daisy gestured to the table at large, picked up her coffee and sat back to look at him expectantly. The other two mirrored Daisy.

In the face of their scrutiny, Steve felt himself quailing slightly, bravado gone. He had another mouthful of pancake and then mumbled, “I think I fancy a straight man.”

They didn’t react to that, continuing to watch him, waiting, knowing there was more.

“It’s Billy,” he added, “and I think I’ve been flirting with him without realising it.”

“Stevie,” Robin said gently, reaching across the table to take his hands in hers, “I say this with all the love in the world, but of everyone sitting at this table, you are the last person to realise that you have a crush on Billy Hargrove.”

-oOo-

Thank you again for asking lovely, it really made my evening 💖💖💖💖💖

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OKAY I FINALLY GOT THIS WRITTEN.

So this was asking for: a moment of jealousy between exes with feelings with a side of forced proximity. And heeeere we go.

Because I've been wanting to write a little old school Yzerman/Shanahan for a WHILE now and this gave me the perfect opportunity. With a little side of boytoyKyleDubas.

I don't think this is enough to have a title or anything, just a little blurby thing

It's the first night of the draft in Montreal, and buzz on the floor is as loud as Steve has ever heard it; apparently everyone is excited to be back in person. It likely comes as no surprise to anyone who knows him, but Steve preferred the last two years; he's more than happy to do this process from the comfort of his home office. It's not that he hates people, he just hates the politics of it, the need for media-savvy soundbytes and putting up with reporters who ask the same idiotic questions year after year. It's dealing with other GMs offering him their ECHL caliber left wingers for his top line centers. It's putting up with hockey dads who want to be involved in every step of their sons' draft day the way they've forced their way into every part of their hockey development so far.

Okay, maybe it's a little bit that he hates people.

Steve imagines that this used to be a very different event. His own draft feels like it was ages ago - mostly because it was - and he doesn't remember much of what was happening on the floor. He was just waiting to hear his name being called. Back then he imagines GMs had the ability to slam a phone down when someone offered something insulting. Now he just has to angrily stab the End Call button on his iPhone touchscreen. It doesn't have the same effect.

In the minutes before the draft officially starts, the phone calls ease, at least to him. The Red Wings aren't one of the top three picks, those are the GMs fielding the most requests right now. He uses the break in the action to get up and stretch his legs; his knee hasn't been right since 2001, a quick stroll along the draft floor will help loosen the joint. Unfortunately, though, just a moment later he regrets the decision.

He keeps his head down as he passes the table with the Maple Leaf insignia and avoids any and all eye contact. It's not like he never sees Brendan around - they both have executive jobs with the NHL, they tend to be in the same place at the same time more often than he'd prefer- but the draft gives Steve a particular opportunity to be faced with him for days at a time. And it's never just Brendan, of course. Next to him, always directly next to him, is the nerdy boytoy he calls a general manager.

Supposedly the kid is in his late 30s, which would still be entirely too young for Brendan, but he looks far younger. He looks like he'd be the right age to date Isabella. Steve would want to punch him in the face for that too. 

He's met Kyle Dubas on a few occasions and it's been obvious each time that Brendan hasn't clued him into their messy history. Kyle has been friendly and clearly impressed by Steve's resume. Steve isn't so oblivious as to realize that he gives him the same hero-worship gaze as he gives Brendan. If he had the patience for it, it would serve Brendan right for Steve to seduce the kid out from under him. 

Unlike Brendan, Steve has managed to find some dignity as he's gotten older.

"Hey Stevie, what's going on?" 

The affection of the nickname from years gone by irks him as he turns to reply. "Just Steve, I've told you a few times now. And I'm fine, thanks."

Brendan laughs, an incredulous thing. "Amazing how you can be so formal about nicknames and show up here in a zip-up." 

"I don't feel much need to dress up. The last couple years spoiled me. And anyway, it's not my draft, this is about the kids showing off. Like that one." He nods towards the Leafs' table, Dubas on the phone, hand covering his mouth as he works on some deal that may or may not work out. "Oh wait that's not a draft pick, that's your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend. And jealousy doesn't suit you, Stevie," Brendan says, but he looks like he's won something.

"Steve. And yeah, I guess you're right. I'm too old for jealousy. Just like you're too old to be fucking someone my daughter's age." His outburst has drawn a couple sets of eyes and Steve rolls his neck, takes a deep breath as he waits for them to lose interest. "In any case, I've got calls to make. Good luck today."

Brendan doesn't step out of his way. He's going to make this more difficult; it's something he was always good at. "Isabella's not even 30 and he's pushing 40, but I don't think you care that much about the semantics, do you?"

"It's been twenty years, Brendan. Old news. No one cares anymore."

A laugh, humorless, escapes his mouth. "You sure seem to have some unresolved anger about it."

Steve flexes his jaw and shakes his head, letting out a snort. "It's not anger to think your mid-life crisis boytoy is embarrassing. I thought you were better than that. Guess that's another thing I had wrong about you."

"You had a wife, you had kids, and I was the one in the wrong?" Brendan's voice has dropped in volume and timbre, stepping closer so Steve can still hear him. To an outside audience this could be any benign discussion about a potential trade. No one is paying much attention. 

"We had an agreement, you knew all about that." 

Brendan gusts out something that's not quite a laugh. "Of course, an agreement. It worked out great for you. No matter what happened you had a family back home waiting."

You could've been a part of that family. Steve doesn't say it out loud, never really has. He always just thought Brendan would've figured it out on his own. It's been twenty years now, and it's far too late for that discussion.

"We're too old to rehash this battle, Brendan."

"Shanny," he says automatically. When Steve cocks an eyebrow he repeats himself. "No one fuckin' calls me Brendan, and you sure as hell never did. Shanny."

Steve rubs a hand over his face and lets out a breath through his teeth. "You know this discussion is pointless. It's been too long, too much has changed. We've got a draft to manage, I should get back to that." 

Brendan nods slowly, lips pursed. "We never had this discussion back then either. Just how you always wanted it." He shakes his head, not even attempting to mask the roll of his eyes. "Good luck with the draft, Steve."

He's gone before Steve can reply, and that's probably for the best; Steve isn't entirely sure he kept the disappointment off his face when Brendan actually called him by the right name this time.

@steviexrivers

The last correspondence Vicente had had with Johnny Wagner had been prior to his discharge, the envelope is well loved with a firm crease down the middle from its time kept snugly in his BDU pockets. It had a home now in his jeans, something a summer home in his wallet when he could fold it small enough to be tucked within. One day he would perhaps forgo the envelope entirely, what with its ink long since faded and smeared; he swore he could still find grains of sand within. 

Maybe he could write off his own relocation to Maple Hill as something of a desperate chase after what was. Something familiar that wasn’t so…overwhelming. While Johnny and he were not related by blood, their bond was just as strong; and in all honesty, his connections with his family had never been what one would call strong. Middle child. Not quite the black sheep but perhaps a smokey grey one. 

He’s hesitating. Looking for some excuse to not exit the vehicle and cross the street up the frankly beautiful slice of suburbia. Vicente was well aware that he had changed. Not necessarily for the better, since Johnny had left the service. What memories he had of the other, further coloured by the words starting to fade from too many times spent reread; felt almost alien. 

Someone more qualified probably had a lot to say about that. 

With that note, he opens the door and swings his legs out. One hand reaching out for his hat as he does and planting it on his head. After shutting the door behind himself, he doesn’t bother locking it (the truck was old, beat up and bought secondhand from secondhand; out of place in such a gorgeous place) and crosses the street. The neighbourhood is pleasantly quiet, comfortably so. 

He feels small. 

Tucking the well loved, well worn, slice of safety; into his back pocket. His hands worry one another, twisting together before he jams them into the pockets of his jacket before he makes his way up the drive at a brisk pace. Before he can think better of it. Maybe he should have called–everybody seemed to know everyone here he was sure someone around the farm would be able to know something. 

He doesn’t let himself look around too closely, knows that it will overwhelm him to the point of further hesitation. If not worse: a retreat. Jamming a digit to the button twice, cutting the first pleasant chime of the doorbell off with a second. There’s a moment, then another; he swore he heard someone come to the door and–

It’s a woman. 

He freezes. 

He…recognizes the woman in a way, a sense of familiarity he can’t quite place. A name comes slowly to mind and he grimaces internally before trying to put on his best smile; a crooked almost awkward kind of thing “Hi uh…”

Stevie.

Eyes widen and he stands straighter in place, almost as though at attention “Stevie right?” he should have planned for this–expect the unexpected, prepare for the worst (this was hardly the worst) “I uh, shit,” smooth “I’m sorry to just drop by unannounced but I’m uh a friend–old friend really, kind of old kind of friend, of Johnny’s.”

Pulling a hand from his pocket he offers it forth “Vicente Santiago, I served with your…” were they married? He looks to her hand, catches the glint of a ring “...Husband…?”

total eclipse (steve harrington x reader)

a/n: ohhh man. this is a long one, but do i have a treat for you. with the weather getting colder i just...could not contain myself !!! brain go brrrr. literally! | (tags: @madtheivery) warnings: afab!reader, virgin!reader, friends to lovers, oral!f receiving, fingering word count: 3.4k

Steve doesn’t like you.

That’s what he tells himself, anyway. Because if he lies to himself this way, it’s half true. He loves you. He’s not sure which is harder to ignore-the strain of his cock in his jeans whenever he sees you, or the way his heart feels like it’s going to pummel out of his chest when you leave. So now, he’s been at this party for far too long, marinating between a sea of bodies that he can’t seem to push through; only to try and find you. 

You’re making it difficult, though-lodged into the side of your boyfriend. Well, sort-of-boyfriend.

His hand rests firmly on your shoulder, the cheering and hollering of his winning cup in beer pong only tugging you further into him. You smile uncomfortably, jostled around as he earns slaps on the back and high-fives from his teammates. 

Steve can only watch from afar, finally parting through the sea of people. He sighs to himself amongst the ruckus, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before rubbing his temples. It’s subtle, but you notice. What’s better-the fact that your boyfriend doesn’t seem to. To ease any suspicions of him checking in on you, he keeps Robin glued to his side at all times. Though, it’s an equal split down the middle of eagerness to accompany the other. The pair hardly went anywhere alone, and you think it’s kind of sweet. Robin clearly needs Steve’s help of being a ‘ladies man’, and Steve clearly needs Robin’s help for the opposite. Which is why she tugs at his sleeve, tsk-ing before sighing loudly. Steve clears his throat, an immediate turn of the heel as he looks at her. He gestures defensively to the scene in front of him, before raking his fingers through his hair. “I wasn’t gonna say anything-” He starts. “Yeah, that’s the problem, Harrington!” Robin whines, verbally smacking the back of his head. “Wake up! You seriously think she looks happy to be with that beast?” Steve averts his gaze from Robin once more, glancing over his shoulder to look at you. He thinks Robin’s choice of word beast is harsh, but as he watches you get tugged around through second-party celebration, he can’t help but agree. 

“No!” He whines, finally succumbing to Robin’s antics. “Okay? No! Of course she’s not!” He sighs with defeat, running his fingers through his hair again, brows scrunched with frustration. Robin chuckles, “Jesus, that hair is like a stress ball for you, huh?” He narrows his gaze, paired with an eye roll as he indulges in her amusement. “Yeah, yeah. Alright. What’s your point?” He asks. But he knows what her point is. Her point is-”That you need to tell her! You could be changing lives, Harrington! Think about it,” She starts, and he groans, accepting the speech that’s about to come. “You could love her, I mean, really cherish her,” She says, and she’s not wrong. Her arm snakes over his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. Her spare hand nurses a red solo cup, the drink sloshing against the sides as she uses her hand to gesture. “I mean, he’s gonna make her a trophy wife. And you know what happens to trophies, Steve?” He’s not sure where she’s going with this, but he humors her anyway. It’s as if she can hear his brows raise with curiosity, immediately continuing. “They get left on shelves, Harrington. Filled with lonesome and littered with dust, too damn useless now to remember what they were good for in the first place!” She finishes. His eyes widen. 

Shit. 

He can’t believe that Robin’s analogy has not only made sense, but now kicked his ass into high gear. A trophy? A trophy? Not on his watch. Not to be collected by dust, or gawked at by others. No. Not you. He decides, not realizing he’s made his way across the room, now standing directly in front of you. Your “boyfriend” has now parted from your side, and your brows raise with curiosity, but also surprise. “Hey..” You say, wondering if Steve even knows where he is, considering you haven’t spoken in two months. “Hey,” He retorts nervously, nodding once. “So, uh..where’s your boyfriend?” He asks. You chuckle at the notion, but you can’t really blame him for wondering. “He’s not my boyfriend.” You say, and Steve gets that look in his eye-the one that only surfaces when he’s genuinely surprised. You hold eye contact for a minute, gazes locked on each other as his features soften. “Oh.” He says, and there’s no snark to it. You can tell he wants further clarification, but minds his manners, which you love about him. 

Unbeknownst to him, the ‘love’ thing going on was definitely a two way street. And now, for the first time, you don’t want him to think it’s a dead end for him. Not a second longer. “He hasn’t been..ever.” You say, and as the words tumble out of your mouth, you hear the truth in them for the first time. They hold weight now, standing in front of Steve, whose eyes haven’t left you for a second. Your back is firm against the wall behind you, the bustling of partygoers that had once swarmed you now sounding like white noise. “We were just..” You shrug, sheepish of the words you want to say. “..Fucking.” You say, quickly clarifying as his eyes widen with despondency. “But not actually-I mean, that’s what he tells people.” You’re fully engrossed in it now, the regret and disgust enveloping you in an embrace that you don’t want. “Never exclusive, considering he was fucking half of the cheerleaders,” You say, knowing that you trust Chrissy as your source. “I just..didn’t wanna go all the way. Not with him.” You decide that’s enough rambling, sparing him the details of what you did to compromise in place of sex. Steve extends his hand, an offering he’s hoping, pleading silently that you’ll take. You know if you take it, this is the end of everything you’ve known, and the start of everything you want. “Come with me,” He asks, voice soft, tender. “Please,”

And that’s how you’ve ended up sitting in the backseat of Steve’s BMW, filling him in on the past two months. “I was just..settling. I knew what I wanted, but..I just didn’t think to take it.” You confess, feeling every thump of your heartbeat ripping through your chest. It aches, yearning for the man in front of you. The silence between sentences is heavy, both of you terrified to spill to the other-terrified that if you speak now, it’ll all be for nothing. That it won’t be the same. “What did you want?” Steve asks, clinging to every word you say as though it’s oxygen itself. You feel a lump rise in your throat, threatening to tear out if you don’t speak now. Steve hasn’t touched you, not laid a hand on you this entire conversation. “You.” You exhale,, the years of everything you could ever want to say to him now fastened into a single word. Your heart rate increases rapidly, and you feel like you’re going to pass out if he doesn’t say something. The bellowing of drunken teenagers belting Total Eclipse of the Heart escapes from the four walls of the house, despite the fact that Steve’s got you parked halfway down the street. “Me?” He asks, hoping, praying that you mean it. You swallow harshly, nodding. “You.” You confirm, terrified that years of friendship on the invisible string you’ve tied between the two of you, sealed by fate itself, will snap. Wondering now more than ever if you’ve somehow misinterpreted every interaction between the two of you; every lingering gaze, every comforting shoulder he gave you cry on. Steve rushes his palm to your cheek, cupping your face as he presses his lips to yours. It’s deep, and tender, like you’ve allowed him to finally breathe again, as though he never has before in his entire life. 

“God,” He breathes, murmuring the phrase against your lips. “I love you,” He says, and it punches the air out of your lungs. The teenagers continue their belting. “I love you,” You confess, and it bursts out of you, finally able to say what you’ve been dying to say for years. Your ‘I love you’s’ tumble out of both of you, overlapping between the kisses he’s pressing to you, over and over, and over. The soft giggling that you share between the two of you is innocent, nearly in disbelief that this kind of happiness can possibly be real. Your lips are swollen, cherried red from the amount of kisses he’s graced you with. His hand rakes through your locks, and you lean into the touch, gazing up at him dreamily. 

“Be with me.” He says. You stare back at him. “Be with me,” He repeats, his thumb stroking your cheek. You sit in disbelief. “Yes,” You say, terrified. He can sense your nerves, soothing you with a gentle kiss. “M’not goin’ anywhere, sweetheart.” He assures you, gently tilting your head to the side by your jaw. “Now that I’ve got you,” He says, spoken between kisses. They line your jaw, traveling down your neck. “I love you so bad,” He coos, and you sigh with satisfaction. You wish his kisses lingered longer, feeling your stomach flip with lust-but you don’t want to ruin the moment. Don’t want him to think of you the way other guys have. “Always have,” He continues. You try to ignore the warmth in the pit of your stomach, yearning for his touch. It’s as if he reads your mind, continuing to cradle your jaw in his palm as he sucks gentle marks into the flesh of your neck. “Is this okay?” He asks, earning a soft moan from you. “Uh-huh,” You breathe, and he pauses. “Yes,” You assure him, and he continues. 

Steve, too, doesn’t want to treat you like any other man has. He never will. He’ll treat you better. The best. He knows it. Now, all he needs to do is show you. You take his free hand, slowly guiding it to your knee. It’s bare, your skirt hiked up from the way you’re angled in the backseat. He pulls back to look at you, pupils widened, hesitant. “Wanna take it slow,” He says, and you sigh. “Wanna take care of you.” He says, rubbing gentle circles into your knee. You don’t know what to say, or how to say what you want to. But you figure this is your chance to prove to him that you don’t want it to be like every other guy. He’s special. “You know how I told you that..nothing ever happened, between me and him?” He nods, humming softly. “It’s..never happened. Not with anyone.” His thumb halts, the circles he’d been tracing now stopping in their tracks as the silence lingers between you, the hum of the running engine in the background. Steve’s not an asshole-not one of those guys who obsesses over virginity, “deflowering” whoever they get their hands on. But he’s gentle, wanting to handle you with care. Because you’re special to him. Because he loves you. “Oh,” He says, that same look of surprise from the party gracing his features. You can tell he’s not judging you, or surprised that you haven’t done anything. He’s just…surprised. “Yeah..” You trail off, and he grins lightheartedly. “And you want me to..in the back of this shitty car?” You exhale a laugh through your nose, raising you brows for a moment. “No, but..I want to. With you.” 

So, that’s how you end up in Steve’s bed, the clock on his bedside table reading 2:23 a.m. His head is delved between your thighs, working his mouth tantalizingly on your clit. His shoulders shelve your legs, holding you steady under your thighs. “Steve, please-” You writhe, unsure of what you’re even asking for. You just know that you want more. “Soon, baby.” He promises, his voice muffled into the plush of your thighs, pressing kisses along them every time he needs to speak. He’s intentionally taking his time, basking in all the experiences he’s  getting to show you. How good he’s going to get to make you feel. “My pretty baby.” He coos, tongue working against your pussy once more. You throw your head back, tugging at the locks of his hair, gasping and panting as moans spill from your lips. He wants to take his time with you-find out what makes you tick. So far, he’s gathered that marking you and working his lips against your clit makes your head spin. But he wants to know more-wants to know everything. 

“Want you inside-” You beg, finally casting your gaze downward upon him. Before he looks up at you, all you can see is tousled chestnut waves,tightened by your grip, broad shoulders, and large palms. “Can’t take all of me yet, baby,” He says, your pussy clenching at his tone. It’s almost condescending, and your brain goes fuzzy registering all of the experience that he has. “Gotta work you open first.” He pulls his face from between your thighs, pressing his thumb gently to your clit, working delicate circles into it as he looks up at you. “Think you can take my fingers, honey?” He asks. Your brows are furrowed with desperation, soaking up every ounce of pleasure he grants you. You hold onto it, not wanting him to take it away from you. “Yeah,” You urge, nodding. And even if there’s a little dishonesty His gaze harbors caution, not wanting to go too hard on you. He gently slides a finger inside of you, causing you to hiss through your teeth. “Too much?” He quickly asks, and you shake your head. “No, no-just-keep it there for a second,” You urge, the muscles in your stomach tightening with anticipation. It hurts, but only a little. Still, you need to let yourself adjust. You quickly do, the pain subsiding, melting into pleasure as you finally adjust to his size.

 He continues, finally working two fingers into you. He’s been knuckles deep in you for a while now, his mouth sucking gently on your clit to ease any discomfort. Your head feels dizzy, and all you can focus on is the pleasure he’s granting you. No one’s ever taken care of you like this before, and he’s urged you to just feel it. To just feel good, and not focus on anything else; just the sound of his voice. He finally climbs up from between your legs, hovering over you as his forearms rest on the mattress. “I love you.” He says, honestly. You nod in agreement, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. “I love you.” And in this moment, you know it’s forever; that everything you had gone through to get right to this moment was worth it-that it all had a purpose. He slides his cock along your entrance, gliding into you slowly. You hiss between through your teeth, and he quickly reaches for your hand. “You’re okay, baby-right?” He assures you, but he’s also asking. You’ve never seen someone balance the scales so well. “M’okay,” You nod. “Promise.” He continues, “S’the same as my fingers, baby.” He explains; soothes. You can tell by the way his breath shudders; he’s having a hard time keeping it together, that it’s taking everything in his power to not pound into you-to watch your eyes roll back into your head, all because of him. But, he’s a gentleman. “It’ll go away-feel good.” You start to feel yourself adjust, just like how you did his fingers. A moan slips from your mouth, a sign for him to finally move. “Move,” You plead, and his eyes light up. Not because he gets to fuck you, but because you’re okay. “Yeah?” He asks, his breath hitching in his throat.

 He starts slow at first, studying your features, still on that journey to find out what makes you tick. “M’gonna be gentle, honey. ‘Kay?” He nods, and you return the motion. “Wanna see-” He starts, slowly lifting your leg up. His frame leans into yours as he does so, his cock reaching deeper inside of your pussy. “Oh-” You gasp, moaning softly as he hits that spot inside of you. A spot only he could reach, and the only one who ever has. “There.” He notes, chestnut hair falling to frame his face. He can’t help the smug grin that tugs onto his features, tongue-in-cheek as he looks down at you. Your pussy is dripping, and you can’t take it anymore-tortured from the foreplay he’d given you. “Please, God-Steve. Want you to move, please fuck me-please-” You say, nearly babbling. He nods, soothing you as he hushes you. “Shhh, alright. Alright, baby.” He chuckles, and he moves his hips, his broad shoulders shelving your leg that he’s got ahold of. He keeps it steady, wrapping his arm around it as he fucks into you. Harder, and faster. Moans start to pour from your mouth, and you’re unable to contain any sounds that you make because of him. “Yeah, that’s it.” He praises, fucking into you harder. He doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second, reading any and every facial expression that you make. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod rapidly, feeling his cock slide in and out of you. It’s like nothing you’ve felt before..ever.

”Yes-fuck-” Your brows furrow, scrunching together as you feel a warmth build in the pit of your stomach. He’d denied you an orgasm with his mouth, and his fingers, so you’d be ready to completely unravel for him. Any time you felt like you were getting close, he’d stop. You’d wondered why, until now. “Wanna see you. Wanna see your face when I give you your first.” Your head lulls back as you moan for him, tugging at his biceps, needing him closer. You’re nearly skin to skin, his hair hanging forward as it brushes against your forehead with each thrust.Your leg is still lifted, just bent now, causing your stomach to bunch with rolls as he presses his chest into you. “Come on, honey.” He coos. “Come for me.” It’s the first orgasm you’ve had that wasn’t by your own hand; finally by the hand you’d wanted it to be all along. You pant beneath him, feeling your pussy clench around his cock as you come undone for him. Your cheeks flush pink, rosied and fucked-out as your nails dig into the flesh of his biceps. “Uh-huh, there it is.” He chuckles, feeling his own orgasm approaching. You’d been on birth control for all sorts of reasons that..had nothing to do with sex. Until now. “Come in me,” You say, nodding rapidly. His jaw goes slack, shuddering gently at your words. “Can’t say things like that, baby. Can’t-” “M’on the pill, Steve-please,” You beg, “Promise, I love you.” Something shifts in Steve, and his full weight rests on top of you, pounding relentlessly into your pussy. He buries himself in the crook of your neck, sloppily sucking hickies into the flesh, leaving purple bruises in their wake. “I fuckin’ love you.” He breathes, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. He’s still holding your hand, finally spilling over inside of you. His moans are staggered, jolting out of him as he finally regulates his breathing, rolling over beside you as he pulls himself from you. He immediately pulls you into his side, feeling the fresh linen sheets bunch up beneath you both. Your eyes have adjusted to the moonlit room, studying his features in the dark as he looks at you. He’s lovestricken, doe-eyed with a wide grin on his features. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.” He says, and you roll your eyes with sweet embarrassment. “Stop! No you were not-” You tease, laughing softly. “I was-!” He retorts, brushing stray hairs out of your face as he smiles. “Always have been.” You stop your laughter, feeling it melt into a soft grin as you bask in the moment of his confessions. “And so have I.” You say. He pulls your face to him, pressing his lips to your forehead. You sigh with relief into his arms, feeling yourself doze off as he murmurs against your flesh, knowing that forever starts tonight. “Always will be.” 

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Any writing labeled 18+ is not suited for younger audiences. I do not cater smut writing for minors and do not want you to interact with it. I am not responsible for the media you consume.

Everything will be labeled 18+ regardless of the actual rating.

Smut: 🖤 Fluff:💘 Angst: ⛈️ TW Topic: ❌

- Steve Freaking Harrington 18+ 🖤

- Prominent Nose (REQUESTED) 18+ 🖤

- I’m sorry for not letting you love me 18+ 💘 ⛈️ 

- Maple Syrup Kisses (REQUESTED) 18+ 🖤 💘 

- You Remind Me Of The Babe (REQUESTED) 18+ 🖤

- The Babe With The Power (you remind me of the babe part two) 18+ 🖤

- You’re The Only Thing I Have 18+ 🖤 💘 ⛈️

- See You At Seven? +18 🖤💘

- On Your Knees +18 🖤⛈️

- Something There 🎄 +18 💘

- Emetophobia 18+ 💘

- A Helping Hand 18+ 🖤💘

♡Blurbs/Headcannons/Thoughts♡

- Flirty best friend Steve finds you when your car breaks down 💘 

- King Steve and his nerdy girlfriend 18+ 🖤

- King Steve blowjob 18+ 🖤⛈️

- The first time you call Steve daddy 18+ 🖤

- Steve loves the way your pjs fit you just right 18+

- Seven minutes in heaven +18

- Steve loves the way your ass jiggles 18+

- Steve pushing on your stomach while he fucks you 18+

- Stevie helping his overworked girlfriend 

- Steve and rockstar gf featuring Eddie 18+

Life After Ellingham

@viarine asked: what do you think Stevie will do after Ellingham? so have some headcanons:

the moment Stevie graduates she’ll move into an apartment she’s paying for with Nate

i don’t think she and David will move in together right away, but Stevie doesn’t want to live with her parents anymore and she and Nate have proven they’re great housemates

she takes a gap year between Ellingham and Harvard

(she doesn’t feel great about going to Call Me Charles’s Alma Mater but she was given a scholarship and they do have an amazing law school)

she spends the year working with Larry

the second half of senior year was devoted to pestering Larry to spend just one more year with the police department as a detective so she can intern for him

they have some entertaining conversations before he agrees

“so wanna help me by going back to work?”

“what part of retirement do you not understand Stevie?”

“please?”

“no”

“please?”

“no”

“what if i payed you with some fancy Stolen From Edward King by David Eastman money?”

“wow... no.”

he agrees after Stevie makes some offhand comments about how she’s just have to do the detective work herself and oh boy there might be a few problems but really it will be a okay

David find this hilarious

so Stevie and Nate live together and Nate actually writes and just continues to be the king we all know he is

and Janelle and Vi have moved away but they have mandatory daily facetimes after Stevie’s done with work every day

after the year is up, Nate stays in Vermont, but Stevie goes to Harvard

during this time David’s been off traversing the world

they still have phone calls and bond over their hatred for David’s dad

i don’t think their relationship would really be stable until after Stevie’s fully out of school and working in the FBI like she wanted

Stevie works at the FBI and David works at nonprofits he started with Vi

i don’t think David and Stevie get married or at least not in the traditional sense

Stevie doesn’t really care for marriage or things like that, and she doesn’t want to fall into her parent’s expectations either

and David has never seen a good marriage

so after their on-again-off-again relationship for like ten, fifteen years, they look at each other at some random, unimportant moment and they realize that there’s no one they’d rather spend their time with

they don’t have a wedding, it’s not official, they don’t sign a paper or anything, but they have a housewarming party for their apartment in Vermont and Janelle, Nate, Vi, and Hunter are invited

they adopt a kid Stevie spends time with during a particularly heart wrenching investigation

this kid lost their entire family and life and he’s so lost but he tries to hide it

David sees himself in the boy

and Stevie sees the way he doesn’t really fit in but he’s wicked smart

they love him instantly

they become a tight little family

eventually Stevie is invited to run Ellingham after Dr. Quinn retires

Stevie is on the fence about it for a really long time

Ellingham was her home, and David’s too but they saw too much there

it’s Nate of all people who convinces her to do it

“no one knows about Ellingham better than you Stevie. You’d do a great job”

“that's so sweet”

“yeah just name a weird maple flavored food after me okay?” 

Stevie (a now well known retired FBI agent) teaches a forensics class and Pix is still there and Janelle teaches there too

David runs his nonprofit from their home in the main house and their kid plays on the grounds and the Ellingham parallel does not go over Stevie’s head but she’s happy and in love and it’s perfect

Truly Devious  Quote Rp Meme

book by Maureen Johnson- feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes

“You have to take things as they are, not how you hear they're supposed to be.” 

“There is nothing so serious as a game.” 

“But I’m usually right. The people who worry are always right. That’s how that works.” 

“I’m a strong believer in truth in advertising.”

“When you have enough power and money, you can dictate the meanings of words.”

“As a writer, are those really the words you want to use?” 

“You have to take things as they are, not how you hear they’re supposed to be.” 

“I like to look nice when I go to see His Majesty, the Burger King.” 

“Panic attacks are mean little freaks.” 

“Why was she so anxious? Because she had anxiety.” 

“I always wanted stories to be real, so I started writing my own.” 

“Anything is better than doing what I'm supposed to be doing.” 

“Where her books were, she was. Get the books right and the rest will follow. Now she could address the rest of the room.” 

"I'll drink the living blood of trees,- maple syrup.”

“Few words are more chilling when put together than make friends.” 

"Believe me. I'm aware. It's an effective way to communicate if you don't have any other options. If you can't get in through the door, throw a rock through the window. And I think maybe you're the same way.”

Their idea of what constituted interesting was so limited. They were never going to have as much fun as she did.” 

“His voice was deep and smooth and rich, like what gravy might sound like if gravy could talk.” 

“What serves on either side, and if you wish to hide, may protect you from your foe, or show him where to go?” 

“Sometimes you have to leave the fucking Shire, Frodo.” 

“Games are not fun when you don't know you're playing.” 

“How could she be anxious when everything was so cheerful? Very easily, as it happens. Brain chemistry doesn’t care about how pretty things are.” 

“Meet my dead dad,"

“Money should never stand in the way of learning.” 

“We have a limited emotional vocabulary. We’re indoor kids.” 

“The whole thing smelled like a thrift shop that had been baked in a low oven and felt like a too-tight and too-long hug by a rejected Muppet.” 

“He had a smile like a hammock—just get in, go to sleep, forget your troubles and cares.” 

“The moon was thin like a hook, and the owls were calling. The smell of fall leaves blew on the wind and he was dead.” 

“The thing about looking just a little bit means it’s really easy to look a little bit more.” 

“There is something about early mornings that changes your perceptions subtly. The light is new; no one has put on the defenses of the day. All is reset and not quite real yet.”

"It's not bad or good. It just is. That's something you'll find out if you decide to go into this line of work. You have to take things as they are, not how you hear they're supposed to be.

“There is something about early mornings that changes your perceptions subtly. The light is new; no one has put on the defences of the day. All is reset and not quite real yet.” 

"I liked you from the first moment I saw you, when you looked like you wanted to punch me in the face for just being alive. That probably says something dark about me. And I think you like me because I annoy you. Both of us have real problems, but maybe we should make our weird personalities work for us.” 

“People say depression lies. Anxiety is just stupid. It’s unable to tell the difference between things that are actually scary (being buried alive, for example) and things that are not scary at all (being in bed under the covers). It hits all the same buttons. Stop. Go. Up. Down. It’s all the same to anxiety.” 

“How did everyone else know how to do yoga? The one advantage to all of this was that it cleared Stevie's mind of everything. She heard exercise did that. Was this what they meant? You were so busy being confused and trying to stop your sweaty hands from slipping on a mat that you couldn't think anymore?”

“There is a mistaken notion that wealth makes people content. It does the opposite, generally. It stirs a hunger in many - and no matter what they eat, they will never be full.” 

"How would I know? Do I look like I go to a lot of dances?"

“That was something they taught you in anxiety therapy- the thoughts may come, but you don't have to chase them all. It was sort of the opposite of good detective work, in which you had to follow every lead.”

“Shock is a funny thing. Things get both sharp and fuzzy. Time stretches and distorts. Things come rushing into focus and seem larger than they are. Other things vanish to a single point.” 

“Last things were so strange. Most people had no control over of what their last acts would be.” 

“Sherlock said, “I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.” 

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two nervous idiots that fell in love

summary: Steve and (Y/n) cuddle together in their bed and remember how, why and because of who they fell in love.

request: Steve Rogers request where reader is Nat’s friend. She introduces the two together to try and get them to date. But they’re both too shy and nervous, so Natasha makes plans with the both of them, yet doesn’t tell the other and it’s actually just a set up date for the two?

pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader

warnings: fluff (!?), weirdness

words: 1879

a/n: sorry that this lasted so long but I had a writers block. That‘s the dump thing about being a writer: if you have no time, you wanna write; if you have time, you have no motivation or inspiration. Nevertheless I hope you enjoy this anon :)

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Her head lays on his chest while both her arms are wrapped around his waist. His warmth doesn’t just warm her body but also her heart. With a big smile on her lips she enjoys the whole moment. Steve next to her stares at the ceiling and has the same smile on his lips.

„Did you ever realize that we would never have met if Natasha would not have been?“ (Y/n)s voice is a whisper but nonetheless Steve does understand every word. He lets his gaze wander to his girlfriend which already looks up at him.

„No, but you have a point there. Without Natasha there wouldn‘t be an us.“ They both stare into each other’s eyes and remember the first day they met.

It wasn‘t a day like the other. Natasha had convinced (Y/n) to accompany her at one of Tony Starks famous parties. Actually (Y/n) didn’t want to go but what could she say against her upset best friend? So they went to this party and neither of them regrets it. Most of the people at the party are friendly. Above all a certain super soldier.

The first time Steve saw (Y/n), he was frozen. Like he was in the ice once again. Her beauty overwhelmed him so much that he couldn‘t move until Bucky bumped his elbow into his side.

„You are staring, pal.“ Kind of ashamed Steve looks to his feet and ignores the jokes Sam and Bucky are making about him. That‘s why they are shocked when Steve walks away from them and right towards Natasha and her strange friend.

„…and then I punched him right in the face…Oh, hey Steve.“ Natasha looks up from an excited (Y/n who seems to really enjoy the conversation she had with her best friend. Therefore Steve feels a little bit like a disturbance.

„I apologize to interrupt your conversation but I would like introduce myself to your pretty friend, Nat. I‘m Steve Rogers.“ His action brings a big grin to Natasha‘s lips because she already thought that he would do that sometime in the course of the evening.

„You are no disturbance at all, Stevie.“ Because (Y/n) can‘t get a word out of her open mouth, Natasha takes over her part. „My pretty friend is (Y/n) (L/n).“ After those words (Y/n) seems collects herself, closes her mouth and shows Steve a shy smile.

„Nice to meet you, (Y/n).“ As the super soldier holds his hand towards (Y/n), she takes a short look at her best friend then she takes his big hand. They both feel weird the moment their hands touch. It feels like a slight electricity goes through them.

„I go check on James. He looks like he drank too much.“ And with those words Natasha leaves the two of them. Steve looks after her because first of all he doesn‘t know what to say to the pretty woman in front of him and second of all he also wants to check on his best friend. Bucky stands next to Sam with his mouth open and eyes glued on Steve. He probably can‘t understand how his little Stevie could go to a pretty woman without any advice or preparation.

A laugh escapes Steves mouth because his friend looks really ridiculous. Then he looks back at (Y/n) who seems really nervous. Who wouldn‘t be while standing in front of the one and only Captain America.

„So do you wanna drink something?“ Quickly (Y/n) nods her head and they both walk to a small bar where Steve orders two drinks for them.

At first their conversation is a little bit strange and superficial but after the ice broke they talked about everything and everyone.

„I love and hate Nat for what she did to us that evening.“ Steve lets his hand wander through (Y/n)s hair and closes his eyes for a moment.

„It was quiet funny. When you poured beer over your shirt because you were too nervous to drink, was the best part.“ They both laugh even though Steve is still ashamed of this memory. (Y/n) thinks it‘s cute.

„But that‘s nothing against the one time you poured maple syrup all over your hands.“ Their laughs get stronger and (Y/n) hides her face in Steves crook of his neck.

„I love pancakes. When will we be there?“ Excited like a little child (Y/n) slips around on her seat in Natashas car. The moment the redhead told her about the new waffle and pancake shop in Queens she was excited over the moon.

„Calm down. There it is, you little baby.“ Natasha drives her black car in parking spot next to the small shop. Immediately after the car stops, (Y/n) leaves it walks over to the waffle and pancake shop. Only Natasha knows that there aren’t just pancakes waiting for her.

„I‘m so hungry.“ (Y/n) states as they enter the shop. The smell of waffles and pancakes surrounds them quiet quickly and for a moment (Y/n) feels overjoyed. Then she spots two certain super soldiers and understands why Natasha had this big grin on her lips all over the morning. „Oh no, you are joking right? I can‘t eat pancakes next to Captain America! Natasha!“ Whining (Y/N) turns to Natasha who smiles like a kid on Christmas. She is probably the only one besides Bucky who enjoys the whole situation. Steve also didn‘t know that (Y/n) would join them for breakfast so he is, like her, really flustered.

„You will survive this, (Y/N).“ And with those words Natasha greets the two super soldiers and sits across from Bucky. Slowly (Y/n) follows her with red cheeks and sits next to her best friend while mumbling a silent „good morning“.

For the first minutes they only do small talk then the conversation gets deeper. The moment their orders arrive the whole situation is more relaxed. And that is probably why (Y/n) grabs after a maple syrup bottle, opens it and somehow pours all of the syrup over her hands and shirt. Immediately the conversation stops and the three of them stare at the ashamed (Y/n). Natasha is the first one to react. She takes the hands of her best friend even though they are sticky and drags her to the bathroom. In silence Nat cleans (Y/n)s hands and then tries to get the syrup out of her shirt.

Only when Natasha looks into the mirror and makes eye contact with her best friend, she sees the tears in her eyes.

„Hey, (Y/n). Everything is alright. No one judges you. This could have happened to everyone.“ Quickly Natasha does dry her hands and lays them on her best friends cheeks.

„But it happened to me! Those things always happen to me. How am I supposed to get to know people when I‘m so stupid!“ Finally the tears find their way out of (Y/n)s eyes, over her cheeks and onto the floor. As best as Natasha can, she wipes them away.

„Hey, that‘s totally okay, you hear me? Steve probably thinks this is cute. He is as nervous as you are.“ Natasha takes (Y/n)s hands in her own and smiles at her. Right in that moment a knocking interrupts the silence. Slowly Nat walks to the door and opens it for Steve. Luckily she stands so that he can‘t see (Y/n) who tries looking like she didn‘t just cried.

„Ehm…I thought that maybe (Y/n) needed something to wear. She can have my jacket, if she wants.“ Steve doesn‘t know why he stutters but one thing he does know is that (Y/n) shouldn‘t think that he doesn‘t want to do anything with her because she was a little bit clumsy.

„Thanks, Steve.“ He can hear her lovely voice from inside the bathroom and after Natasha takes the jacket from him and closes the door, he goes back to a grinning Bucky.

„We were two big nervous idiots.“ (Y/n) states and looks up to Steve who smiles down at her.

„Two big idiots that fell in love.“ Again (Y/n) hides her face in the crook of his neck and hugs Steve harder. It still sounds unreal that they both each other. That Captain America fell in love with a normal and sometimes clumsy girl.

„You wanna know what‘s my favorite memory of the two of us?“ Steve kisses (Y/n)s forehead and as she slightly nods her head, he tells her. „Our first real date.“

Natasha told Steve and (Y/n) that she would like to have dinner with them but she didn‘t tell them that she doesn‘t plan to come so that they have some alone time. The moment (Y/n) arrives at the restaurant she has the presentiment that the dinner wont happen as planned. Natasha would never go to such an expensive restaurant with her. (Y/n) winces as she feels a presence right next to her. A short look tells her that it‘s Steve. But Natasha wanted to meet her alone? No one told her about Steve joining them.

„Hey, (Y/n). What are you doing here? Not that I don‘t like seeing you. It‘s just…“ At first Steve talks like he would to a good friend but then he starts stammer. To his luck he gets interrupted by an equally nervous (Y/n).

„Nat told you to meet her here?“ Now everything makes sense. Natasha set them up to a date.

„Yeah, she wanted to eat dinner with me…oh.“ Steve does understand their situation too. For a second there is silence between them. „Why don‘t we eat dinner together then?“ The super soldier smiles at the young woman who seems like she doesn‘t know what to answer.

„I would really like to but I would rather enjoy a walk or something like that. I don’t enjoy such expensive restaurants.“ Nervously (Y/n) bites onto her lower lip. For one moment she thinks that she destroyed the relationship between Steve and her but Steves smile gets brighter.

„That‘s totally okay. I understand that. I would too prefer an evening walk over an expensive restaurant full of rich and ignorant people.“

So they turn around and walk to the next park they can find.

„Oh and that’s why?“ Grinning (Y/n) sits up so that she sits in Steves lap. Her hands rest on his chest and she looks him questioningly in his blue eyes.

„Because on that day I got to kiss you for the first time.“ Playfully Steve pulls (Y/n) down onto him so they lay chest to chest. Their faces are so close they can feel each other’s breath.

After some time they reach a river and stand still next to it. The stars can be seen in the sky.

„Beautiful.“ Steve states and (Y/n) agrees but only does the super soldier know that he didn‘t meant the stars but the pretty woman next to him. In that moment he is so grateful to Natasha that she brought (Y/n) to Tonys party. „Hey, (Y/n).“ But he doesn‘t get the chance to finish his sentence because without warning (Y/n) kisses him. The kiss is thoughtlessly, wild but nevertheless good and satisfying. Ever since Steve met (Y/n) he always thought about kissing her perfect lips.

„I think you mistook it. I kissed you, not the other way around.“ Although Steve rolls his eyes, he still kisses his girlfriend.

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