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Scents

Alpha!Steve Harrington x Omega!Reader

Synopsis: You come home smelling of another alpha.

Contents: territorialness (is that even a word well it is now), does this count as a hurt/comfort?, A/B/O dynamics

18+ only

You yawned as you opened the door to the house. It had been a long day and you were exhausted. You wanted to curl up in bed and sleep. You still had the nest from when you had presented. You knew some Omegas would only build one during their heat then dismantle it after. You had just been so busy, besides it was kind of nice being tucked in and cosy.

You heard some clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen. You peer around the doorway as you take off your shoes. Steve was putting dishes away that had been drying on the drying rack. "Hi Stevie," you say quietly as you slowly step into the room.

Steve turns and smiles a wide smile at you," Hey-" Steve pauses as he inhales. Steve's body becomes tense and he stands up taller. Steve takes a step closer to you," What is that?" "Huh?"

"What. Is. That?" Steve frowns, nose twitching slightly. Your normal scent of honey and nutmeg was hard to smell over the scent that was assaulting his nose. It smelled of smoke and cinnamon.

Steve's heart beat faster. It would smell okay except that's not your scent. And it definitely wasn't Steve's, though he has been told he had a hint of cinnamon before. No...Someone else's scent was all over you. Another alpha's scent.

Steve's jaw clenched. A low growl escaped him before he could hold it back that caused your eyes to widen. He cleared his throat and his hand shot up to rub at his nose. He trusted you. He did! But this wasn't the first time someone had left him and came back reeking of another's scent.

Steve couldn't help but feel his heart sink. He had tried giving you time after you presented so you wouldn't feel like the only reason he liked you was because you were an omega. He wanted to kick himself for not telling you sooner. Steve was hurt that you had someone else's scent on you, parading around without a care.

Your eyes looked wide and innocent at him. You poked his stomach," What is what?" Steve batted your hand away and glared, making you pout. Steve's scent was rolling off him, strong and...annoyed? Your nose and brow wrinkled in confusion. "That!" Steve snarls as he gestures at all of you.

Your mouth drops open slightly before looking down at yourself. You looked fine. You had on your jeans and your work shirt and- oh. Your coworker Heather had given you her jacket because a customer spilled their drink on you. You hadn't thought about the fact that Heather was an alpha. Or how Steve would take it.

"Oh crap, Steve I-," you cut yourself off, inhaling and exhaling shakily. You felt bad. You could tell Steve was upset from his stance. He was tense and looked ready to bolt or fight any second. His smell had bloomed with hurt, not annoyance. Well, maybe a hint of annoyance. A pit settled in your stomach at the thought of hurting Steve.

You fumble with the zipper in your speed to take the jacket off," Fuck! My shirt got wet and became see through. Heather gave me her jacket to cover up." You hastily pull it off, thankful that your shirt has since dried. You hesitate with what to do with the jacket for a second before tossing it onto a chair.

Steve stood there, jaw clenching and unclenching. He had multiple voices in his head yelling at him. The first was how badly he wanted his scent on you. How no other alpha should have their scent on you. The second was how he was thankful Heather had helped you cover up. Heather seemed like a good friend (albeit thats all he wanted Heather to be. A. Friend.). The third was how he had no right to get upset as you were your own person and he had no claim to you- you were not mates. Even if you were mates, you would still be your own person. But Steve hadn't gotten the guts to ask you out yet.

You bit your lip as your anxiety rose. Steve hadn't said anything. You both were just standing and staring at each other. You don't intend for the whine to come out. The sad noise that does escape before you can cut it off snaps Steve out of his thoughts.

He takes two steps and envelopes you in his arms. "Shit, no. I'm being a dick." Steve exhales shakily as he holds you flush to him. "No you're not. Just being an Alpha." You mumble into him, as you lean closer to his neck to smell his scent. "Still. I shouldn't...you aren't..." Steve doesn't know how to vocalize his thoughts.

You aren't his omega. He knows he shouldn't be jealous or territorial. Steve doesn't want to pressure you. Steve simultaneously wants to yell at Heather to back off.

Steve sighs," You aren't my omega- not that I'd own you! We just...aren't together. I'm sorry I-" "What if I was?" "I should- what?" You pull back to look Steve in the face. "What if I was...your omega?"

The silence that filled the air was thick. You felt like you couldn't breathe because of the anxiety welling up in you. You felt like your heart could burst out of your chest. What if he didn't agree? What if he didn't like you snd you had been seeing what wasn't there? What if-

"I'd love that!" Steve grinned wildly at you. He felt overjoyed as he pulled you back into another hug," I would love to be your alpha. More your boyfriend but-" "I thought that was kind of implied?" "Well, you know what assuming does."

Steve shifts his hold on you, not so subtly rubbing his wrist on your neck and shoulders. He was leaving his scent on you, a sign for others to back off. A happy trill left you to which Steve hums happily in response. You know a dopey grin was spread across your face as Steve rubbed his scent all over you.

You know the scent rolling off you is strong, same as Steve. You don't notice it however until the front door slams open and the conversation between Robin and Eddie stops. You turn to look at the doorway as Eddie exaggeratedly coughs. Eddie coughs and grabs at his throat, falling to the ground as Robin stares at how close you snd Steve are.

"The smells...the-" Eddie throws his tongue out of his mouth and plays dead, causing you to giggle (and feel slightly embarrassed). Robin sniffs at the air and shrugs," I mean I can sorta smell it. But it ain't that bad you idiot." Robin nudges Eddie with her foot before stepping over him and coming to you to, "Y'all smell nice."

You lay your head on Steve's shoulder snd hum. "Wait who's jacket is that?" Robin picks up the jacket. Eddie sits up and sniffs it slightly," is that Heather's?" "Yup. She let me wear it after an accident earlier." You shrug as Eddie gets up. "So that's why Steve's all over you," Eddie says smugly. "Yeah. Thats also why we're dating now." Steve pulls you closer to him.

A chorus of congrats, along with some teasing, occurs. You can't help but smile. You feel safe and warm. With your new boyfriend and your pack. You reek of Steve's scent mingling with your own, but you wouldn't have it any other way

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come back to me • part three

PART ONE HERE • PART TWO HERE // after steve gets his heart broken by nancy, tommy dares him to try something different as a rebound, someone who isn’t his type at all, and at first he’s doing it to prove a point, but when the upside down gets involved he realizes just how he really feels • 18+ | ( 4.1k – violence / upside down, lots of angst, some fluff, enemies to lovers-ish, steve x reader, king!steve x reader ) REQUEST @carinacassiopeiae → king!steve, reformed!king steve x reader

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“Where is it? Henderson, where is it??”

Steve’s chest was heaving, stance wide and ready to take another swing as he looked frantically around the living room you’d just stepped into. The curly-haired boy you’d remembered was cowering behind him, hands on the backs of Steve’s shoulders and looking just as panicked.

“Shit! Shit, shit shit,” lisped swears fell from the younger boy’s mouth, one after the other as he squeezed the talk button on his walkie, “CODE RED, I REPEAT, CODE RED! Mike! Lucas?? Will! God dammit, anyone??”

The Christmas lights had stopped flickering, but there was gaping a hole in the ceiling and the carpet was ripped and covered in blood and slime. Whose blood, you didn’t know, but you’d yanked the door open hard enough it hit the wall behind you and pulled the attention of both boys.

“Wha–why aren’t you in the car??” the expression on Steve’s face was a mixture of anger and desperation because he knew what you’d just walked into, but he didn’t know if he could protect you from it. Hell he could barely protect himself from it and the sudden realization of you getting hurt all because of him was enough to make him want to throw up.

“Oh, like I’m gonna just sit there and–” but then your eyes settled on him.

A fresh cut across his cheek, red and angry. The knee on his jeans ripped out, exposing a nasty gash that was staining the denim a deep, dark crimson.

The blood on the carpet was his.

“Jesus, Steve. Are you oka–” you took another step into the room, but Steve threw a hand up, cutting you off.

“No! Stop!”

The Christmas lights started to flicker again and Steve’s head whipped back around to look up at the erratic, blinking bulbs.

“Shit!” the curly-haired boy hissed again and your frustration reached a peak.

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on??”

But then the lights buzzed. Squealing and burning bright florescent with a surge of electricity before shattering with a loud pop and showering you all in tiny shards of glass. All sound was sucked out of the room, your frantic breathing the only thing breaking the silence.

Your ears were straining in the dark for any kind of hint about what was going on and for a second you thought it was just the storm outside until you heard it. A low, rumbling growl from the hallway. One that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up and it was all you needed to know. Whatever it was? It was bad.

“Fuck, get behind me!” Steve yelled and this time you listened.

Pressed in close to the curly-haired boy you chanced a look over Steve’s shoulder.

Eerie, dim light fell in through the windows and gaps between the curtains. Casting deep shadows over the kitchen table, the couch, the frame of the hallway, but it was just enough for you to make out a figure.

Low to the ground. Thick and sinewy. All muscle. Glistening and wet and and carrying with it the smell of something rotting. Decay.

Death.

You felt your breath quicken, warming over the fabric of Steve’s shirt as you pressed yourself even closer, the muscles across his back pulling tight as he squeezed the bat in his hands. There was a moment of pause, a second where you wanted to believe what your mind was telling you, it’s just a dog, but deep down you knew it wasn’t.

Your voice was barely a whisper, hushed as it left your lips. “What the hell is that–” but then the thing howled, a horrible sound that sucked the air from your lungs as it snarled, feeding off your fear.

You could make it out better as it stepped into a sliver of light and what you saw made you feel sick. Nauseous. Claws stained red with blood, a head that split five ways, covered in razor sharp teeth spun messy and lethal around its gaping mouth and god you wished you’d listened to Steve. Wished you’d stayed in the car. Wished you’d kept walking home in the rain and the wind, but you didn’t and–

Another screech came from the monster and it leapt into motion, cutting the distance between you in a second and knocking all three of you to the ground as Steve swung and missed. It was a tangle of limbs, all of you scrambling to try and get back to your feet, to run away, but you couldn’t get any traction as your shoes slipped in slime.

“Dustin, the fucking gas! Where’s the gas??”

“Jesus Christ, I dunno! Shit, shit shit shit!”

Your hands finally grabbed hold of the edge of the couch, trying to pull yourself up as Steve and Dustin clambered away, but a scream broke your concentration and it took a second to realize where it was coming from.

You.

Razor sharp teeth tore and dug into your leg, white hot searing pain gripping you like a vice as you felt it pulling you. Dragging you and shaking you from side to side like a rag doll until your hands lost their grip on the couch and you fell to the floor on your back.

Hands scrambling for something, anything, you grabbed hold of an ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it into the side of the monster’s head, but it barely flinched. Instead sinking its teeth deeper into your skin. Blood, your blood, wet and red staining your washed jeans as the monster bit down even harder. You let loose another cry, this one more desperate, pained, afraid.

“Steve! Fuck, oh god oh fuck. Steve!”

You were crying openly now, sobs falling from you in gasps and it only seemed to egg the monster on. Letting your leg drop it growled again, a low rumble that pulled another whimper from you. It crawled up your body and snarled down at you, saw-toothed head shaking, petals splayed and hungry. Saliva dripping from it’s mouth onto your cheeks, your neck, the floor and it hit you.

You were gonna die.

You‘d never felt that way before, but you knew it. Torn to shreds by some inter-dimensional monster from hell because of Steve fucking Harrington and Homecoming and stupid boys and finally your sister would get to wear your clothes without a fight, but then you heard him.

“Hey! Asshole!”

Steve’s voice was shaking. He thought you’d gotten up with him, thought you’d scrambled away on Dustin’s heels, but the sound of you crying out had stopped him in his tracks. Fear gripped him in that moment. Held him tight and squeezed with the threat of losing you. Losing this person he’d found something with. Someone he cared about. Someone else to be snatched away from him without a second thought and when he saw the way you were looking at him, the way you needed him, there was only one thing he could do.

Sucking in a breath and holding it heavy in his lungs like plunging into cold water, Steve braced himself. Lips twisted, fixed and mean, he didn’t hesitate. Not for one second.

A blunt thwack! split the air as the nail-filled bat held tight in Steve's fists cut through the air, connecting with the head of the monster towering over you and crushing it down into the ground with another horrible shriek.

“You want some more, huh?? C’mon. C’mon, asshole!” the boy huffed with effort as he gave a muscled pull, dislodging the bat and pulling an awful howl from the creature that tore the air in two.

Steve stood over it still gripping the bat, chest heaving and sweat beading along his forehead. Cast both in dark shadows and slivers of light from the windows and for a split second he scared you, but not because of all this. Not the monster, not the bat, not the way he swung for the fences. Because of you.

The flicker in your chest. The embers that had crackled with warmth, glowing to life the first time he sat in your kitchen. Burning brighter and brighter every time his fingers brushed yours. Every time he gave you that stupid lopsided smile. Grinned at you over the pages of your Thrasher magazine. Even in the way he made you angry.

Angrier than you’d ever felt. Made you want to drive your fists into his chest. Tell him to wake up. Tell him you actually liked him. Liked him, liked him and you hoped, no prayed, you were gonna get the chance to say it.

The monster tried to get up and take another lunge at Steve, but he was too quick. Bat in hand and already swinging it through the air, it hit with another sick crunch and pulled a shriek from its gaping mouth as it fell to the floor in a writhing heap.

“Dustin, you two get outta here!” Steve ordered. He’d bought himself a few seconds and tried to loop his arms under you as gently as he could, but you let out another cry in pain. “Shit, I’m sorry,” and he meant it, brows knitted together as he looked at you. So fucking sorry. Tears welling up along the line of his lashes.

“Wait, the gas!” Dustin traded Steve a red, sloshing can for your arm around his shoulder as he helped you stand and when he pulled you to the door another angry screech came from the monster. You were getting away.

Tears still streaming down your cheeks, Dustin did his best to get you out onto the porch before you stopped him. “W-wait,” you held him back, “Steve. We can’t–what if doesn’t make it–”

“Oh, he’ll make it,” Dustin reassured you without a shred of doubt and turned slightly so you could look back through the door.

A calculated kick to the head from Steve’s dirty Blazer sent the monster back to the ground and he didn’t wait to start pouring gas. On the floor around the creature, soaking the carpet, spilling it over its body still splayed out and struggling to stand. Fear pulled at Steve’s features, but they were edged in adrenaline and a wicked survivor’s instinct. A determination and conviction you hadn’t seen before and god. He was brave.

“Dammit, Henderson. Get outta here!” Steve yelled at Dustin again, waving a hand toward the car, the other digging in his pocket for a lighter. Flicking it open with a crack! Steve watched for just a second as the monster growled low and wounded before tossing the flame into the gas.

It lit up like the bonfires down at the quarry, hot and hungry and fueled by the liquid pooled deep on the floor, licking and crackling against the monster’s skin as it screeched and howled in pain. Steve shielded his face with a crooked arm, burying his nose and mouth into his elbow, watching as the lump on the floor slowly stopped moving.

“Did you do it? Is it dead??” Dustin yelled, “Extinguisher’s on the couch!”

Steve grabbed the can and pulled the pin, making the air thick with billows of smoke and retardant and when it finally dispersed, fire put out, the only thing left on the floor was the dark, charred outline of the monster.

“What the–” Dustin shook his head in disbelief, “–where the hell is it??”

“Shit,” Steve hissed, throwing the extinguisher onto the floor, “The same shit happened at Jonathan’s. Fuck.”

You watched as Steve roughed his hands over his face, exhausted and frustrated and you thought for a minute you’d like to thank him for saving your life, but the world started to swim. Dizzy and hazy like looking up through the water from the bottom of the pool in summer and you felt yourself start to slip against Dustin’s hold.

“Hey–shit, hey stay with me!” the younger boy tightened his arm around your waist and the sound of panic in his voice pulled Steve’s attention.

“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Steve slipped in the mess of blood and slime on the floor as he scrambled to get to you, getting an arm under your other shoulder and helping Dustin to steady you.

“We gotta go to the hospital,” Dustin gave Steve a look. A first-aid-kit-can’t-fix-this-shit type of look and he understood.

“Okay. Okay, yeah. Here, unlock it for me,” he slipped Dustin his keys so that he could loop both arms under the crooks of your knees, lifting and cradling you against his chest.

“You know. You were pretty okay in there, Harrington. Except for that first swing,” you teased, voice raspy as you clung to consciousness. Adrenaline wearing off. Shock setting in. So much blood.

Steve shook his head, his attempt at a laugh choked off with the sob he was holding in his chest. “Yeah, shit. Told you I was bad in a fight,” he tried to joke back, but his heart wasn’t in it and his grip on you tightened as he stepped you both off the porch into the rain.

“Can make it up to me tomorrow, hm? Two scoops,” your voice was tight now too, cracking with the tears in Steve’s eyes and you bit your lips in, trying not to cry.

“Whatever you want, princess,” and for once the nickname didn’t make you angry. Instead you felt your heart swelling. Full of whatever tangle of feelings you’d wrapped around Steve. Feelings that clung to you now as he held you in his arms, rain falling heavy on you both, the blood on your jeans thinning and washing away with the rain and for a minute it didn’t look so bad, but you knew it was.

“Steve?” your voice was quiet now, barely above a whisper and he held you even tighter against his chest.

“Yeah, princess?”

“I don’t feel so good.”

“I know. Gonna get you some help, okay? Real soon, goin’ right now,” his tears were falling freely now, cutting paths down the slopes of his cheeks, running along the line of his jaw, mingling with the rain and dripping off the edge of his nose.

“Okay. Soon. My leg…” your head lolled back lazy over Steve’s arm and he knew he was running out of time.

“I know–Henderson! We gotta fuckin’ go!” and as Steve pulled you into the backseat with him he silently gave Dustin the green light. Made him the only other one out of the group trustworthy enough to drive aside from Max and, damn. He did pretty good for a little shithead.

Steve and Dustin were hit with a barrage of questions at the admissions desk in the ER and they answered it away with the same things they always did.

Aggressive dog off a leash. Run in with a wild animal. Bad fall off a bike.

And they always got looks, suspicious, disbelieving, but no one pushed for more. Didn’t turn them away and it was a good thing because had you waited any longer you might not have made it.

You’d lost a lot of blood. A lot of blood and Robin and Eddie and Steve and Dustin all donated downstairs while they cleaned and patched you up. Leg put back together with stitches and staples and wrapped tight in a massive bandage and Steve never left your side. Not for one second after he donated blood. Slept at your bedside and waited with your sister every time the doctor came around with an update.

Had you broken a bone or worse you might’ve had to stay longer, but twenty-four hours and you could go home. But go home and rest. Stay off your leg for a week and then crutches if you needed and when they discharged you and gave a bag of hospital goodies – more wraps and pain killers and ice packs – Steve was waiting for at pick up leaning against the hood of his BMW.

A grin pulled up at the corners of your lips, the nurse pushing your wheelchair glancing between the two of you with a small smile.

“Need a ride?”

“Oh, and I suppose you’re offering?”

“Well, yeah. Kickoff’s in less than an hour,” Steve smirked, twirling his keys around his ring finger as he opened the passenger door. “But–” he drew out the vowel, playful, coy, watching as the nurse stopped and put the breaks on your chair.

“But?” you quirked a brow at him, skeptical, but curious and his smirk softened.

“But, turns out I don’t give a shit about football,” he said matter-of-factly, taking your hands in his.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, a hummingbird caught in a cage and you narrowed your eyes at him, grin lingering on your lips. “Really. You don’t,” a statement not a question and he nodded his head, squeezing your hands as he slowly pulled you up from your wheelchair.

“Yep. Not one shit,” he was trying to tease again, softer this time as he tangled your fingers together, eyes dropping down to meet yours all warm honey and caramel. “So, change of plans,” a smirk flickered at the corner of his lips again. “Dirty Dancing, we can get pizza delivered and I’ve got about five different kinds of ice cream in the trunk, which–shit–probably melting,” he grimaced, but you snorted at the look on his face and it pulled a laugh from him.

“Five? Jesus, Harrington.”

“What? I don’t know what kind of ice cream you like, better to cover my bases.”

You shook your head and it wasn’t in jest, but bewilderment.

Even after everything he’d done and everything you’d said he was still standing here. Still following through on his promise because he wanted to. Not because of Tommy, not because of some stupid bet, but because you made him laugh. Made his legs kick off the sides of your bed late at night. Let him sit and listen to you play your guitar. Because you could care less about popularity and Homecoming and man. He liked you. He really, really liked you.

“Smart move, Harrington,” you teased as the nurse slowly backed the wheelchair away.

“Alright, you two,” she chided, giving Steve a look, “Rest. I’m not gonna say no to ice cream, but you be good. And don’t forget to change that dressing.”

Pulling a hand from yours, Steve slapped it over his heart and gave the nurse the most honest-to-god look. “Promise,” he swore and she chuckled.

“Alright then, have a good night,” and then she winked at you and the flush that crept up your cheeks made you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

Luckily Steve took no notice of it, too busy fussing over you as he helped you into the passenger seat. Insisted on getting your buckle for you, keeping the music down and driving like an old man through town back to your house.

You hit nearly every red light on the way, which is saying something since there were only about a handful, and when you rolled to a stop at the last one you heard a voice through the open window of his car. Someone yelling and it made you both look.

“Oh shit it is you, Harrington! And with the freak, no way!”

Your stomach dropped.

Tommy fucking Hagan and he was running up on Steve’s side of the car to lean his arms on the door, sharklike grin on his lips.

You opened your mouth to tell him off, but Steve beat you to it.

“Yeah. Hey, Tommy. I meant to tell you this earlier, but guess I forgot.”

“What?” Tommy asked stupidly as Carol waited impatiently back on the sidewalk, arms folded across her chest.

“Go fuck yourself,” and Steve hit the gas as the light turned green, pulling the car out from under Tommy and you turned to watch with absolute glee as he stumbled and ate shit on the road. He flipped two middle fingers in the rearview at you both, but you were laughing too hard to return the favor.

When you arrived back home your parents were waiting at the door.

“We were worried sick!”

“I came home as soon as I heard, sweetheart!”

Words of concern falling from their lips as Steve helped you in through the door, thanking him profusely for his help and for taking care of you. They insisted he stay for dinner and when you told them you already had plans in the form of pizza and ice cream they left you alone. They might’ve been absent, but they weren’t stupid enough to not take a hint.

Steve walked you up the steps to your room slowly, carefully, asking you if you were okay every couple of minutes. Got you settled on your bed, leg elevated with a pillow, two more behind your back as he helped you scoot back to the headboard. Flipped on the small TV at the foot of your bed and gave you the remote before heading back down to get everything else.

And as soon as the sound of him hurrying down the steps faded away, you were left alone for a minute for the first time since everything had happened and your chest squeezed tight.

Monsters were real. And you would’ve been eaten alive if it weren’t for Steve Harrington. Fucking King Steve. Asshole jock that ran Hawkins High that wasn’t actually an asshole at all. And he’d saved your life. Waited by your side at the hospital. Bought you five different kinds of ice cream and drove you home. Liked reading your Thrasher magazines and your guitar and the little snort you made when you laughed and–

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong? Is it your leg?” you hadn’t heard Steve come back into your room, but your mattress dipped at the side as he hurried to sit next to you, worry pulling his lips down into a frown.

“What?” you asked, suddenly aware of the fact that you’d been crying and quickly wiping a hand over your cheeks.

“What d’you mean ‘what’? Are you okay?” he asked again, reaching a thumb up to brush away the tears you’d missed.

And somehow between the crying you laughed and it made Steve go from worried, to confused and worried, and the look he gave you then made you laugh again.

“And...now we’re laughing?” he asked, wanting to smile, but just so utterly lost.

“Sorry, it’s just–” you pulled in a breath to steady yourself and let it out. A release of, well, everything. “Its just…this is so fucking weird. Monsters and lighting Dustin’s carpet on fire and matching scars. Whenever this shit heals,” you waved a hand at both your legs, “And you.”

Steve’s confusion shifted then, softened and melted with your words and he swallowed thick, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, the look in his eyes pushing you to keep going.

“I was really mad at you,” you said first and the tiny flicker of hope in his eyes dimmed a bit, but you grabbed his hand, “But I know things aren’t black and white. M’not an idiot.” That got a little laugh out of him and you smiled, “And Steve…”

“Yeah?” his heart was hammering against his ribcage, lips parted, anticipating, anxious. Waiting.

“I thought I was gonna die 24 hours ago.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but you pressed your fingers to his lips.

“But I didn’t and now…” you let your hand fall away from his face and pressed it into his thigh. Leaned in close against the soft fabric of his sweater. Close enough to catch the leftover mint of his gum as it tangled with the heady scent of his cologne. Close enough to feel his breath warm over your cheek, “I just want you to kiss me.”

And softly, so gentle, but so firm, he slipped the wide expanse of his hand behind your head. Pulled you into him. Lips catching yours sweet and languid and warm and when your eyes slid shut you swore Steve showed you the universe. Glittering stars. Hundreds of intricately drawn constellations. Swirling as they spun through the sky and when you came back down you wished he’d never stop.

A small huff of a laugh fell from his lips as he stayed pressed in close, looking down at you through the long sweep of his lashes, eyes liquid amber and soft brown sugar, "Uhm, can I do that I again?”

“Oh my god, please,” you grinned and he didn’t hesitate to pull you back in, knowing maybe you wouldn’t get to the movie and maybe the ice cream was going to melt on the counter in the kitchen, but he didn’t care.

It was never about the ice cream.

It was always about

you.

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She’s giving her back to them, kneeling down to pick at this patch of pretty wild flowers. Steve can’t tell if she’s plucking them out or picking at the weeds surrounding them. Doesn’t make a difference either way. Some people like flowers. Some people don’t.

Billy’s stiff by his side, quiet. But he’s been quiet the whole drive.

“Uh, hi,” Billy says.

And she sort of glances at them out of the corner of her eye but doesn’t do much else. “You kids selling something? I’m not interested, sorry.”

Steve waits for Billy to respond but a too long moment goes by and he says nothing. He’s frozen to the spot, staring at the back of her neck. So he clears his throat, shuffles dirt with the heel of his shoe. “No,” Steve says. “We’re not selling anything. We’re—uh, well. It’s—”

And Billy interrupts him then, says, “ Mom .”

Mom. Such a simple word.

Billy says it like it means something else entirely. Something holy. Something ugly. Something that refuses to die even though it’s been beat down time and time again.

She stands up and turns around so damn fast Steve gets whiplash just by looking.

Finally he sees her. She’s Billy, through and through, just like he imagined. All golden hair and sunkissed skin, wide blue eyes and a too aggressive stance, ready for anything.

“Oh,” she breathes, voice empty like she’s someplace else. “Oh, Billy.”

Billy always described his mother as someone kind , caring , everything Neil Hargrove was not, and he never had to say the words for Steve to understand that he loved her so damn much it felt like drowning. Steve’s not sure he ever loved his own parents like that.

Billy loved her, and then—she left.

Her calls got less and less frequent until they eventually stopped. By the time the Hargrove-Mayfields got to Hawkins Billy hadn’t heard of his mother in years.

And Billy asked him to come on this road trip with him, sounding small and hesitant, as if he didn’t already know Steve would follow him anywhere. He’d follow him to hell, really—what’s California sunshine and a white suburban to that?

She raises a hand up and Billy flinches back.

She has to know what went through his mind. Know why he’d be afraid of a raised palm.

But she smiles something tight, desperate, and carries on. She curls a piece of Billy’s hair around her finger, tucks it behind his ear. “Your hair’s so long, baby,” she says, sounding wounded. “You’re—you’re so big. You’re taller than me now, aren’t you?”

It’s all very tender. Just as kind and caring as Billy described.

But Billy—he reacts just as Steve thought he would.

He shuts down entirely. Stands there and looks his mother in the eye and says nothing. He’s hurting, Steve can tell, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

All he can do is exhale a shaky breath and turn to face his mother.

“Hey!” Steve says, that polite-young-man persona he used to put on for teachers and parents slipping into his tone without his say so. “Hi. I’m Steve Harrington. I’m Billy’s, uh—Billy’s friend. I hope we didn’t catch you at a bad time, it’s just—we’ve been driving a long while and we wanted to, y’know, make this stop first. Billy couldn’t wait.”

He extends a palm out and she takes it, nodding, taking in all of his words like something precious. “ Steve . You kids—where did you drive from?“

“Oh. Uh, Indiana?”

Her eyebrows go up to her forehead. She glances at Billy, alarmed, confused out of her mind. What was her son doing in Indiana of all places?

“Hawkins, Indiana. Billy moved with his family a couple years back, but he’s eighteen now and we’re both done with high school, so—yeah. Here we are.”

And—did she really not know that? It seems like such a trivial bit of information, the very bare minimum. Did she think Billy would be exactly as she left him—waiting for her in a little run down house by the beach in San Diego, perpetually eight years old?

She nods. Again.

There’s something he can almost recognize about her, something that’s hurting the exact same way Billy is, deep, and rooted , excruciatingly obvious to anyone who’ll look. Truly impossible to miss. And just like Billy, Steve can pinpoint the exact moment she chooses to bury her hurt.

“Christ,” she mutters, laughing something shrill. “That’s—I don’t want to know how long you’ve been driving for. Do you have someplace to stay yet?”

And then, oh-so-hesitant, hopeful: “You could stay with me, if you want?”

Steve's eyes go to Billy. This is not something they talked about. Although, in all fairness, they didn’t actually plan any of their trip beyond getting behind the wheel and driving. The idea that Billy’s mom might offer them a place to stay never even crossed their minds.

“Billy?” she asks, softly. “How’s that sound?”

But Billy’s still—drifting, eyes wet. He shrugs, mutters, “Yeah.”

And she smiles. She smiles. But then the smile is dropping and she’s twisting around to face her big house, white and welcoming, all wide windows and large porch. She snaps her eyes shut. Opens them. “Fuck, okay. I can call my husband at work but—can you give me, like, ten minutes tops so I can talk to my daughter? It’ll be quick.”

Oh.

She doesn’t give them a chance to respond before she’s climbing the steps to the porch and yelling for a Nicole. Nicole . Nicole, come down here for a moment, please.

Nicole. Nicole. Nicole.

Not three seconds later there’s this tiny voice shrieking “Coming!” and down she comes, Nicole , stopping to a halt in the doorway when she sees them.

She’s got to be about eight or nine years old. Golden hair and sunkissed skin. A flowy white dress to match the ruffled shirts Billy would wear as a kid in the few pictures he’s shown Steve, down to the embroidered patches in her chest, flowers, and flowers, and flowers, so many damn colors.

Steve feels Billy tense by his side.

And he sees it before it happens: Billy, bursting.

“You have a kid?”

His voice is heavy, unsteady. Measured but hot, teetering on the edge of something.

She understands then, that Billy is not okay with—whatever the hell this is.

He’s all clenched fists and flared nostrils in a moment. Steve reaches for him, clasps his wrist in a too tight hold, hoping it’ll ground him, because—well. Nicole . So not her fault her mom made the choices that led to this moment.

And, yeah, yeah, Billy breathes out heavy, locks his eyes with Steve’s for a moment before looking away, shoulders dropping. Once upon a time he would’ve gone for Steve’s throat, but not anymore.

Billy’s mom is still there, just there. Still everything Billy ached for for years and years on end. And she mutters something to her daughter that has her nodding, walking back into the house.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” she says, first and foremost.

She approaches them again, oh-so-slowly.

“I should’ve told you, I know. I just—it wasn’t safe. I didn’t feel safe. You know how Neil gets, I—she’s not even his but that wouldn’t have mattered to him. He would’ve made me stay and I don’t even want to imagine how he would’ve treated her knowing she’s someone else’s, and I—”

“Mom,” Billy says, and her rambling stops altogether.

She looks nervous, terrified.

And if that kid there isn’t Neil’s then—well, Steve’s always been shit at math but he can put two and two together. She has to have cheated. Neil was a bastard to her. She cheated, she got herself knocked up. She ran off and she never looked back and her son became nothing but a muddled memory that wouldn’t haunt her half as much as it should’ve have.

Billy was so young. Could he have thought of that scenario, back when he was so young? His mother brushing someone else’s hair back, telling bedtime stories he’d never get to hear?

“I’m sorry,” she says, pleading.

And there it is: Billy, bursting. A flicker of something that cannot be described dancing behind the shiny blue of his eyes. Anguish.

“Fuck you.”

“No, Billy—”

“Fuck you,” Billy repeats. Then, “ Steve .”

And Steve understands it for what it is. Billy wants to leave and he wants to leave now .

Billy takes a couple steps back and Steve lets him, their hands brushing briefly as he walks away—it’s his mother though, the one to step forward and get on his way, to cling to him any way that she can. “Billy, please .”

She tries holding on to his shoulder but he shakes her hand off, keeps walking and walking and walking. Steve huffles behind them both, unsure.

“At least let me explain!”

“What’s there to explain? Fucking Neil was right.”

“What—? No, Jesus, what did he even tell you? It wasn’t safe, okay? That’s all there is to it. I did what I had to do to protect my daughter .”

And Billy stops dead in his tracks. Looks at her with hard set eyes.

She seems to realize the meaning behind her words that very second. It also seems like she had been telling herself those words all over and over and over again ever since she left. How else would she have slept at night, then? If it weren’t for the knowledge that she did everything in her power to keep her daughter safe?

But about Billy? What about her son?

Billy keeps looking at her.

And she—stands her ground, at the very least. Looks him dead in the eye and doesn’t cower in the slightest even if Billy is fuming, about ready to start throwing punches.

But he wouldn’t. He won’t.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” he says, voice monotone, dead.

“Billy—”

“No. I don’t—I don’t care. I don’t want it,” he says. “I don’t care,” he says.

And he walks off towards the street, leaves his mother gaping.

Steve watches as he angrily hops into the camaro’s passenger seat, even if he spent the past week swearing up and down he wasn’t going to let Steve drive for a second once they got to California. He shuts the door forcefully, noisily. Slumps in his seat and sticks a cigarette in his mouth, lights it up with shaky hands.

And then there’s only the two of them, Steve and Billy’s mom, the woman that he loves so dearly, the woman that keeps finding ways to hurt him, even after all this time.

She looks at him with wide blue eyes and Steve sighs. What else can he do? He sighs.

He sneaks a glance towards the house and finds Nicole watching the damn scene with her little face pressed up to a window. If Billy didn’t know about her then Nicole sure as hell didn’t know about him. Must be weird. Must be maddening.

“Neil’s still an asshole, if you were wondering,” Steve says, because he might as well.

And she barely even reacts, eyes wet, brows furrowed.

So Steve carries on. “It’s a miracle he never put Billy in the hospital. Last time he hit him I was there, and—fuck, I—I thought he was going to kill him. I just—he wasn’t stopping. We had to call the cops. They held him for a couple days but you know how it is with domestics, they just—he twisted it around to say Billy attacked him. We ended up having to pay bail.”

“Why are you telling me that?”

Good fucking question.

Steve wants her to understand .

He shakes his head, watches Billy sulking in the damn car. “Neil also remarried?” he says, because it’s true. It’s such a fucking pivotal moment in Billy’s life. “Years ago. Billy’s got a stepsister. Max, she—they’re family. And Billy’s also my family. I guess what I’m trying to say is—he’s got people who love him and it’s up to him whether he seeks you out again or not. He doesn’t need you.”

A slap would’ve been kinder. A blanket insult much less cruel.

She takes a shaky breath in and a shaky breath out and she does nothing but bob her head up and down. She understands. Of course she understands.

And—she’s Billy, she’s Billy . She’s the stubborn way he holds back tears and digs his fingernails into his palms, neck bared, shoulders drawn back. She’s every single moment he’s pretended he’s fine only to turn right around and shatter into a thousand pieces. Neil was never that angry and ugly part of him. She is.

She keeps nodding, clenches her jaw.

She made a stupid choice and she’ll stand by it for as long as she can. Has to, or else it’ll kill her.

Steve smiles muted. Small. He turns to the house for a moment to wave at Nicole and waits for her to wave back. This whole situation will be confusing for her, if Billy decides to come back at some point. Steve doesn’t want her to be scared.

He walks to the car and slips inside, squeezes Billy’s thigh.

“Where to?”

He shrugs. “The beach?”

“You got it. You have to give me directions, though.”

Steve smiles and then Billy smiles and shakes his head, takes one long drag of his cigarette. Then they’re driving away. They’ve got all the time in the world.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy's mom #implied child abuse #my fic

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ilostmyshoe666 · 10 months

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I want a fic where Steve’s parents are home (for once) after the upside down and Eddie is alive (bc steddie for life lol). I want Steve to have nightmares and for Eddie to be one of the few ppl (him and robs and maybe Dustin if he’s around but he isn’t so he doesn’t know yet or whatever) and robs and ed take turns sleeping over or just having slumber parties cuz they know they can rely on each other(nance, John, sometimes argyle join in when they start to get bad but they usually do their own slumber parties) and it’s Eddie’s turn to make sure Steve is okay (robin is at family gathering). And I just want the parents to be like, yknow suburban stereotype “why are you here” and shit like that being rude (Steve assured them not to worry and finally convinces them to let Eddie stay as long as he’s in the spare). Night falls and Steve is anxious to sleep alone (robs cuddles the touch starved Steve PLATONICALLY SOULMATES to sleep… it’s also for her comfort whilst Eddie sleeps on the floor right by the bed) but he finally starts to nod off and he’s sleeping, but bc of the anxious lay down and such his nightmare is bad, just like the rest, he wakes up screaming and thrashing through his panic attack after the nightmare, grabs the nail bat that’s hidden by his bed (ed and robs try to have Steve keep it away but it’s one of his comforts that he can’t let go of) and holds it defensively whilst still laying down as his legs are too weak and shaky to stand. His parents rush in his dad pissed of and angry thinking Steve’s just acting like a toddler screaming at him until he walks in and notices Steve with said bat shocked, his mother slightly irritated but worried and even more so when she notices how defensive and desperate Steve looks. Eddie rushes in and Steve’s dad tries to push him out until he hears Steve crying out for Eddie or robin, mumbling about them being dead or smth related to the dream so Eddie finally pushes through(or slips through) and ties his hair up to uncover his face(Steve once thought Eddie was from the upside down one time bc he couldn’t see his face, Eddie suggested just cutting it off but rob and Steve argued and stood their ground about his hair so now he just toes it up) and calms Steve down. His parents are confused and just leave it for when morning comes, but then they realize both Steve and Eddie couldn’t sleep afterward and stayed up the rest of the night. Leading to Steve’s parents wonder what happened while they were never home and throughout the week they realize that ed, robin(it was an overnight family trip, she was back the next day) and Steve need to be near each other, that if they aren’t they jump at any small sound, blinking light, or shadow. Also down the road of the confusing week a bunch of children come by and jokingly all tease Steve by calling him ‘mom’ and they realize Steve does his mothers hand to hip stance. That these people need each other and decide to stay longer to see whats happening. His dad mumbles under his breath about how Steve should be with “his kind” and his mom slaps him upside the head whilst telling him to shut it and look how happy their boy is. It’s not a forced smile, awkward laughs and such. It’s genuine care for everyone when a bunch of random teens and kids come in, HECK! They’re scared for a minute when CHIEF HOPPER knocks on the door thinking their boy is in trouble until they notice he’s not in gear and is holding a hot plate of food as well as Joyce telling him to hurry bc the food is getting cold followed by the Byers kids and some random girl that oddly looks like will but also someone they don’t know (and they know EVERYONE in town)…

Ples? Pretty ples? Not all of it just Steve has nightmare parents try to calm him but ultimately fail and Eddie calms him almost immediately offering to call someone named Robin or smth

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totally-bogus-timelady · 11 months

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Nice Uniform

A/N So this is just a little thing that I whacked out to try and get the metaphorical cogs turning. As usual I would love to hear what you guys think and reblogs are always appreciated! No smut in this one but my blog/work is always 18+.

“Nice uniform.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“What? I mean it, it’s a very nice uniform...”

You snicker as Steve stands there, glaring at you, arms crossed in that perfect scolding mother stance of his.

“You know what, for that comment, you can walk to school tomorrow,” he sends a triumphant smirk your way as you scoff at him.

“Ugh, you are so bitchy Steve. What’s the matter? Those shorts getting your panties in a twist or something?” You continue to cackle as he throws his arms up, exasperated and turns to walk away in defeat. You jog to catch up with him as he makes his way through the mall.

Steve had stopped by the exercise class you’d just finished on his way to work, a cup of coffee for you in his hand and grimace plastered on his face as if preparing himself for your reaction to his appearance.

“Hey, Steve! Come on, I was just kidding.”

Steve turns back to you and huffs, tongue poking the inside of his cheek in annoyance. His eyes look past yours, a faint blush tinging his cheeks pink before he then focuses on your face. You look him up and down with a small smile, all traces of teasing gone.

“It’s really not that bad,” you try to comfort him.

He scoffs and gives you a look as if to say ‘seriously.’

“Are you kidding me? I mean, come on! How am I supposed to find a girlfriend wearing this stupid thing,” he gestures down at his sailor shirt and tiny shorts that are somehow still flattering on him, accentuating his slim waist. Your eyes linger a little longer than you’d care to admit and you quickly flit your eyes back up before Steve catches you ogling.

Your best friend is attractive, there’s no two ways about that, with his luscious, thick brown hair, his doe like hazel eyes and that beautifully dumbstruck expression where his lips part as he gawps, cluelessly.

You’d always viewed Steve as nothing more than a friend but occasionally your mind would wander, like last week when you’d realized that your stare was directed at his ass, him in his tight blue jeans as he’d bent over to get something from the trunk of his car.

You’d drawn it up to sexual frustration. At the end of the day you were a woman with needs and Steve was quickly becoming more and more of an attractive man.

Not that you would ever act on it. You were merely just indulging occasionally in a small fantasy or appreciating the lovely view he would often provide...

“Steve, trust me, you have nothing to worry about. Yeah, the outfits stupid! But if anyone could still make something as stupid as this look attractive, it would be you!” You shoot a genuine smile at him as his cocky little smirk slowly starts to return to his pretty face.

“You really think I have nothing to worry about?” He asks, still a little timid.

“Really,” Steve still looks at you skeptically. “Oh, what do you want, a list? Alright, the blue actually complements your eyes pretty well, its somehow a very slimming outfit and the shorts make your ass look great, okay!”

Steve smirks triumphantly at you.

“I knew it!” He points his finger at you, waggling it in your face accusingly, smug grin plastered across his own. You gaze at him, brows furrowed, confused expression taking over.

“I knew you were looking at my ass!” You took on a very convincing impression of a fish, your mouth opening and closing in disbelief. “Last week when I was getting those VHS tapes out of the car and a few days ago when you couldn’t reach that book in the store, so you got me to reach up and get it for you! And yesterday, when I leaned over the bonnet to fix my wiper blade... You’ve been looking at my ass!” Steve, his face filled with pure glee at having caught you out, crosses his arms and smirks.

You stammer, looking for some kind of coherent response. “I, I- no I haven’t been- Why would I be looking at your- I wasn't looking at your ass...”

“Oh come on! I’ve caught you, you were looking at it.”

Steve shuffles slightly closer to you and moves his hand up to brush a strand of your hair out of your face. You desperately willed your blush to go away before Steve found anything else to tease you about.

“It’s okay you know, I’d have a hard time concentrating if the package was this pretty too.”

“Oh shut up,” You shove at his shoulder. A small smile starts to make an appearance on your face and Steve laughs. “Stop using me to boost your ego Harrington. Alright, I will admit that on occasion I may have noticed your ass out of the corner of my eye and haven’t been completely disgusted by it, but that does not mean I have been gazing longingly at you. You’re still my weird best friend, who I once caught shaving his chest hair with my pink lady razor!”

Steve’s laughing comes to a sudden stop and his wicked grin falls.

“You promised me that we’d never speak of that again!”

“Well it’s your own fault for teasing me!”

“You were the one who was staring at my ass!”

“You’re the one who’s wearing the stupid sailor costume, with the tiny shorts!”

“Oh, they’re tiny shorts now are they? When did you notice that? When you were looking at my ass!”

“Okay, shut up!” You finally put a stop to the incessant bickering. “I’m calling a truce! I’ll stop talking about the pink lady razor and the stupid uniform if you stop talking about me occasionally looking at your ass.”

Steve looks at you skeptically, deciding whether to take your offer.

“Okay, truce.”

“Okay,” You both start walking towards Steve’s new place of work, “So, you wanna tell me about your new job?”

Steve scratches the back of his neck. “Eh, it’s nothing special. Ice cream is ice cream at the end of the day.”

“Yeah, I guess so. But it’s good that you’re doing something for yoursel-”

“You know I look at yours too right?” Steve asks. You gawp at him confused.

“What?”

“Your ass... I sometimes look, y’know, when you're... I don’t know, but I do. What I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to feel weird about it ‘cause I do it too sometimes. So... yeah.”

You blush for what feels like the hundredth time that morning, absorbing the information Steve has just given you.

“Oh,” You let out rather pathetically and realize that you should probably follow it up with something more informative. “Yeah, no... that’s... yeah that’s normal right? I mean, we’re best friends and we spend a lot of time together so it’s... no big deal right? It doesn’t mean anything.”

Steve continues to look ahead of him, purposely not looking in your direction out of fear that he might embarrass himself further.

“Exactly, no big deal. It’s just something that people do.”

“Yeah.”

“Glad we cleared that up,” Steve looks at you now and you both let out a slightly awkward chuckle.

Steve’s cheeks glow with embarrassment, a timid smile lifting the corners of his lips and his eyes do that thing were they go all wide and glazy. You decide to break the tension.

“Hey, race you to Scoops?” A cheesy grin takes over your face as you nudge him in the ribs.

“Wha- Hey!” You shove him and take off running into the distance.

Steve chases after you and being the athlete that he is, eventually overtakes you. he looks back at you, still running and sends you a cheeky wink. You huff at his behavior and start to slow down.

In the few seconds that Steve wasn’t looking where he was going, he fails to see the musical horse ride in the middle of the mall. Steve runs straight into it and trips. He’s sprawled, quite pathetically, hanging over the ride. His ass is in the air, lean legs on display in his small, dark blue shorts. His face is completely obscured from view.

You slowly walk up to him, now trying to suppress your chuckling as you send a slap to his ass.

“Guess I win either way then, huh Harrington. Well I’ve made my decision.”

A pathetic sounding “What?” comes from the other side of the horse. You walk round to the other side and crouch down so that you’re face to face with Steve. His hazel eyes gaze cluelessly into yours.

Brushing a bit of his mane out of his face you smile and say to him,

“The uniform’s not so bad.”

#steve harrington #king steve #steve x reader #steve x y/n #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve harrington imagine

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steveshairychest · 2 years

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personally i think steve initially acted like he couldn't sword fight so that he could get eddie to be overconfident about dueling him. build him up and make him think it'll be the easiest win he ever bags. then immediately disarm him without batting an eye.

it's cognitive warfare. get your enemy to underestimate you.

but then he realizes he kind of likes letting eddie show him how to fight; the hands on his hips to adjust his stance, the feeling of eddie's cold rings as he wraps his fingers around steve's hand to "show him how to hold the sword properly".

so he just... keeps up the act. lets eddie believe he's just no good at this fighting stuff. just a prince who lived a cushy life where he never had to learn how to defend himself because people were always there to do it for him... yeah, right.

but then. THEN. one day eddie steps out onto the deck and sees almost the entire crew gathered in a circle watching something. they're cheering and oohing and ahhing and he's thinking "god what the fuck happened this time?" as he pushes his way to the center.

there, in the middle of the circle, he sees none other than steve harrington sword fighting three of his men with one hand tied behind his back. he hasn't even broken a sweat yet.

steve's focused. he's parrying, blocking, ducking beneath blade after blade as the pirates give their all to try and best him. they've been at this for at least at an hour now. it started with one of them challenging him after seeing how 'bad' he was at dueling eddie. steve had quickly dropped the act, seeing as the captain was nowhere around, and quickly defeated his foe, much to the dismay of everyone on deck.

the fact that this boy took half a second to disarm one of them and looked bored while doing it sends the crew into a frenzy. they start testing him like he's a shiny new toy, throwing their best fighters at him, tying his hand behind his back, adding an extra enemy when one, then two proved to be too easy. they're having way too much fun.

then steve catches a glimpse of eddie who has the most bewildered look on his face as he watches this go down and it catches steve off guard. he wasn't expecting to see the captain — to be caught red handed in his lie. the distraction slips him up and one of the crew gets a swipe in, slicing a thin, shallow line across his cheek. steve hisses in pain at the sting of the cut, hand coming up to touch his face.

"i got him!" the pirate yells ecstatically, throwing his arms up in victory. this starts an uproar from the crowd, half of them cheering for him, the other half arguing loudly that it didn't count because steve got distracted.

as they fight amongst themselves, eddie grabs steve by the arm and pulls him below deck, not a soul noticing as the pirates yell over each other.

"why did you do it?" eddie asks after he pulls steve into his office. he doesn't sound hurt or betrayed, just... curious. confused.

steve doesn't know how to answer so he stands there in silence. the truth sounds too stupid, too weird, and the pain of his cheek is too distracting for him to come up with a lie on the spot.

"i mean..." eddie continues, leaning back against the front of his desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he examines the prince before him. "i imagine you'd take great satisfaction in beating me in a duel. the evil pirate who kidnapped you. you could probably kill me and escape if you wanted to."

steve has to laugh at that. it's half hearted and it comes out as more of a scoff, but eddie's heart still stutters at the sound of it. there's a stupid smile on the captain's face, half impressed and half something else that he doesn't want to put a name to.

"and then what?" steve asks. crimson blood drips down steve's cheek, obscuring some of the moles there, much to eddie's dismay. "jump off the ship and swim home? and that's if your crew even lets me live."

the smirk on eddie's face widens. god, he likes this boy. too much. he's too damn smart for his own good; has the foresight that so many others lack.

"come," he says. "sit."

eddie proceeds to clean the cut on steve's cheek, all the while questioning him about his background in sword fighting. he gets steve to promise to duel him — for real this time.

the cut on his cheek leaves a thin, pale scar for the rest of his life. most of the time you have to squint to see it. it's the first of many more to come, but it's always eddie's favorite. years down the line, when they lie in bed together, eddie loves to trace over it with his fingers; feel the raised flesh beneath his calloused fingertips.

it's a good reminder. a reminder that steve didn't run.

I literally just woke up but now I am running laps around the house bcs omg omg omg you have done it again!!! YOU SHOULD TURN THIS INTO A WHOLE FIC I WOULD READ THE FUCK OUT OF IT YOU WRITE SO WELL YOU GOT ME DOING JUMPING JACKS AND SCREAMING !!!

the only thing I wanna add is my little headcanon that pirate Eddie was actually a noble before he became a pirate. He hardly remembers that life though, as his father took him away from it when he was young, but him and little prince Steve used to actually have sword fighting lessons together when they were 7. Eddie doesn't remember this at all but Steve does. Eddie was the young royal's only friend until he was taken away to live on the sea by his estranged father. Eddie's mother told everyone he drowned, told poor little Steve that his only friend was dead bcs she was too afraid to admit that she had had an affair with a pirate and that he came to claim his heir.

#I AM SHAKING YOU EXCITEDLY #steddie pirate au #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #long post

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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years

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Headcanons for being Steve Harrington's ex-girlfriend and dating Eddie Munson...

You miss Steve, you really do, and after the break-up you really struggle. At a party, you meet Eddie Munson and you're maybe even looking to buy a joint off of him. You find something else instead. It doesn't take long before you and Eddie are making out in one of the bathrooms at whoever's house it is.

You thought it was a one time thing but soon, you and Eddie find yourselves hooking up in the back of his van.

You and Eddie start off as something casual; a secret hook-up every now and again. You miss Steve and you just want touch with no strings attached. Eddie's more than happy with that arrangement.

It isn't until one night you're with Eddie and you fall asleep. Usually the routine is that you drink, maybe smoke, fuck and then you leave... One night, you fall asleep. Eddie lets you sleep, he doesn't mind that you've taken up his space, he lets you have it. That night, something shifts and changes.

You wake up around an hour later to Eddie, shirtless, playing his guitar super quietly at the bottom of the bed.

"Hey, sleepyhead!"

At first, you're pretty flustered, scrambling to get dressed and apologising like crazy, Eddie shakes his head and tells you that you can stay the night if you want.

"I mean, like I know you and Harrington just broke up and I'm not saying that we're gonna get together or anything but like... I like hooking up with you, yeah? I like hanging out with you too and I know we said no strings attached but honestly, how bad is staying over? A little cuddle, wake up, head to school and pretend we don't know each other; what do you think? I was just about to order pizza anyway..."

You stay that night and the next and then stay the following night too.

Very quickly, you and Eddie get a routine sorted where you'll be at school, pretend you don't know each other, then you'll head to his trailer, grab some snacks on the way, you'll hook up, order food, do something fun whether it be a walk in the woods, a movie, a board game, something then round 2 of sex could happen maybe and then you'll fall asleep wrapped around him.

For a few weeks the two of you do this and you find yourself developing feelings for Eddie. He's funny, my god he makes you laugh so hard, he's surprisingly caring and kind... how could you not fall for him?

Your break up with Steve is still pretty fresh so it freaks you out that already you're wanting to and willing to jump into another relationship so you pull away from Eddie.

You should've spoken to him before hand but you felt sick and just didn't. You cut things off without really explaining much.

Eddie's gutted but acts like he doesn't care. His walls go straight up and all the softness, all the smiles he had for you... gone.

You spend the next few weeks trying to get over the Steve break-up whilst simultaneously trying to get over your 'almost' relationship with Eddie. It's a lonely few weeks. You don't see Eddie at all.

You see Steve at a party and when he tries to patch things up with you, you realise that you don't feel anything for him anymore... that it's someone else you want to be standing here instead. You turn Steve down and you leave.

You drive to Eddie's and you almost break down the door because he won't answer it.

"Open up, Eddie, I just want to talk! Please!"

You spend ten minutes knocking. Eddie's quite dramatic when it comes down to it but eventually, he opens.

"You here to twist the knife?"

"I came to apologise and... we need to talk. Can I come in?"

He's standoffish, who could blame him? He'd opened up to you and you'd shot him down. He was hurt.

"So what'd you want to talk about?"

"I... I'm sorry, Eddie. The way I ended things between us, it wasn't cool. I-I was scared."

"Scared? Pfft. Over what?"

"Over my feelings for you."

The way his face just softens completely. His frown disappears, his arms fall from their crossed stance, his mouth opens ever so slightly.

"I just got out of a relationship. I just wanted to hook up and I thought that's all we were, then we started hanging out and I realised how much I love hanging out with you. Doesn't matter if we fuck or not, I don't care, I just want to be with you in the same room as you doing whatever the fuck we want."

He kisses you. He kisses you hard.

It's all clumsy, stumbling and tripping on your way to the bedroom, lips still connected.

The sex is different that night. There's a deeper meaning than just pleasure. There's something more. Eddie murmurs things against your skin which make your heart burst.

"You drive me crazy, Princess."

"I fell for you that first night you fell asleep here."

"Fuck, I missed you."

Your relationship stays secret again... That is until Eddie talks about you at a Hellfire Club meeting, praising you before realising that Dustin's best friends with Harrington.

Steve's angry. He wants you back so is naturally angry that you've moved on and so quickly. He storms over to your house and doesn't leave until he's gotten all the answers he needs.

"Munson? You're dating Eddie 'the freak' Munson?! Seriously?! I get we broke up, (y/n), but you moved on pretty freaking quickly and with Munson of all people?!"

"Steve, I know! Do you think I went out looking for another relationship? No! It just happened... It just happened."

"Do you love him?"

"I... I don't know."

Steve's pissed but eventually, he calms down and he accepts it. He has to; you're not changing your mind and he knows that he can't force you to break up with Eddie and get back with him. He's not happy but he tells you that if you're happy, he'll cope.

Eddie's like a breath of fresh air. He's just different than what you're used to.

Once all the drama with Steve is out of the way, the two of you are pretty content.

Eddie respects your wishes to continue to keep the relationship secret for a few months until you're fully ready to broadcast it to the world.

He loves knowing that people know you're his; he loves showing you off to everyone - he's possessive like that.

If anyone dares make any sort of 'you moved on quick' or a comment about Steve, Eddie will fly for them. He doesn't want anyone judging you or mocking you just because you're happy again. He hates people's judgemental attitudes.

You spend more time at his trailer and will hitch a ride to school in his van in the mornings.

He teaches you how to play the guitar kinda badly but he's so proud even if you do it all wrong.

Soft kisses on your forehead when you wake up in the mornings.

So much PDA. He's not ashamed and he loves people knowing that you're his.

#headcanon prompt #headcanon #prompt #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things #st #st imagine

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smalls-words · 2 years

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Absence of Chaos

Summary: WandaNat find an interest in Bucky and Sam’s new fairy friend.

Pairings: WandaNat x Fem!Fairy!Reader

Genre: Fluff/Hurt/Comfort, light angst (tiny teeny weeny fight)

Warnings: Light HYDRA torture, blood, poison, family member death.

Words: 3,743

A/N: I kinda went off a Winx x Maleficent vibe because I love both of them dearly. Yes, I was a Winx Club child, but I went with the latest Winx Saga thingy because I couldn’t be bothered to look at everything from Winx. This is also my ‘best’ version of the fic I wanted to write, and the other one will come out tomorrow (aka here). Later gator!

*not my gifs*

When you met Bucky, you weren’t expecting him to bring you around to his friend’s compound. He had found you in an abandoned HYDRA facility with Sam, the both of them concerned for your well-being at the sight of your small form.

They brought you back to the compound after spending a week at theirs, to which they were now introducing you to the other Avengers. Sam and Bucky sat beside you whilst Steve, Vision, Clint and Thor sat across from you, the two women standing behind them.

Natasha and Wanda.

They were equally as stunning as the other, but they had their own pieces of individuality. Natasha’s red bob matched greatly with her bright emerald eyes, whilst Wanda was darker overall with long brunette strands down her shoulders and forest green irises.

“So, Y/N…” Sam drew your attention and you looked at him, the others immediately picking up on your shy behaviour.

“Do you wanna tell them what you told us?”

Bucky noticed your anxiety rising and offered his metal hand. You took it, tracing your fingers through the grooves of the metal plates, and exhaled slowly.

“Uspokoyte svoy razum. Sosredotoch'tes' na mne. (Calm your mind. Focus on me.)” He muttered, watching you nod again.

Natasha adjusted her stance from looking at you side on, to front on. You had her attention.

“Feya. I do not know the English word for it, I am sorry.”

“A fairy.” Natasha translated, her voice surprising you with its gravelling tone.

You gave her a gentle nod. “Fair-ee. Fair… Fairy.”

Wanda smiled at you calmly and you continued to explain. “Every fairy’s wings are different. It’s what makes us unique. Mine are… were… like owl feathers. White with a few spots at the end.”

Natasha pulled out her phone and scrolled through before she showed you photos of a snowy owl, your eyes lighting up at the sight of something that matched you.

“Yes! My wings!” You beamed.

They all grinned as you smiled, but your smile slowly faded and became a downcast expression, theirs following into concern.

“Y/N, can we show them? It might help.” Sam asked softly, keeping his hands where you could see them until you nodded.

You stood quietly and turned around, with the boys holding your shaking knees steadily as you stripped your shirt off. All of them were shocked, but tears pricked Wanda’s eyes and a slight gasp came from Natasha.

“HYDRA liked them. So HYDRA… kept them.” You murmured, feeling a sudden wave of vulnerability whilst you put your shirt back on.

You sat down and looked at each of the Avengers with your glowing purple eyes, seeing some of their minds on alert whilst others… two minds… wanted to calm you down. You looked at the women and they immediately understood, coming towards you slowly.

“Y/N… what kind of fairy are you?” Natasha asked, taking your hand from Bucky’s so she could trace the creases of your palm.

“M-Mind. And a b-bit of Forest.” You replied, your body trembling slightly.

Wanda sent out a thought to the other Avengers and they all slowly left, with Sam and Bucky leaving last as they gave you a comforting smile. Natasha and Wanda came to sit next to you, still keeping their hands in view.

“Y/N, may we touch you?” Wanda murmured, watching you give her a small nod.

She called a blanket to you and let it conceal you in a cocoon of warmth before touching you, wrapping you in a loose hug as Natasha came up to your back and felt the lumps of muscle underneath your scars.

“What are these, Y/N?” She lightly touched them, so lightly that you didn’t know what she was referring to at first.

“Muscles for my wings. But I don’t need them any more.”

The two of them simply held you until you stopped trembling, which was a while, and a wave of exhaustion came over you. The two of them were so comfortable - Wanda’s fingers were running through your hair whilst Natasha hummed a lullaby next to your ear.

“Are you tired, Y/N?” Natasha paused her singing to ask you.

“Hm, what?” You mumbled, your eyes half-open.

She chuckled softly and felt your whole yet light weight fall against her, Wanda’s ministrations halting for a second before you whined. She didn’t do anything for a second and you shrugged your shoulder at her, taking her hand to gently glide along your skin whilst she chuckled.

“I think we have a tired little fairy on our hands, Tasha.”

“I think we do too.” The Widow replied.

“‘M so tired.” You murmured, tears escaping the corners of your eyes.

“We know, Y/N. We are so sorry that you went through all of that pain.” Natasha cooed, her arms pulling around your waist to pick you up.

“Would you like to come and sleep in our bed?”

You nodded against the skin of her neck and she easily lifted you off of the couch, your arm hanging to hold Wanda’s hand as you were taken to their room. Natasha lay you down on the bed and you sighed into its comfort, but shivered from the icy sheets.

“Shh, shh. We’re coming, little fairy.” Natasha lightly shushed you as Wanda peeled pyjamas onto all three of you, closing the blinds and the door to fill the room with darkness.

But you didn’t like that, and suddenly, a soft green glow came from above you.

“Whoa.” Wanda muttered, poking Natasha to see what you had done to their bed frame.

The plants from the balcony had stretched into the room, climbing along the wall before a glowing green flower bloomed, a small vine attached to your head as a glamour fell away to reveal small golden horns poking out from your skull.

Wanda and Natasha gasped in awe as they immediately reached to touch, but they stopped and asked for your permission first. “Y/N? May we touch your horns?”

You shook your head slightly and your voice did the same. “Please, no. They’re very very sensitive. HYDRA d-didn’t understand.”

They both nodded and you soon felt that warmth flood through you, making you whimper slightly. “Easy, Y/N. Easy easy easy.” Natasha murmured, running her hand up and down your thigh.

“That’s it. Nice deep breaths for us, baby girl.” Wanda added, tickling the hairs at the base of your neck.

When you calmed down, you nestled further into Wanda since she was who you were facing. She chuckled at your antics before a question came to her mind, a flash of purple in your eyes as you read it.

“If you want to know more about me, you just have to ask.” You giggled softly.

Wanda pulled away slightly and you grinned up at her. “So you’re a Mind Fairy, huh?”

“And a Forest Fairy.” You added cheekily, to which Natasha laughed.

“Yes yes. But Mind Fairy - that sounds ominous.”

“Oh, it can be. Many Mind Fairies discover the ‘true’ potential to our power and go dark, controlling powerful people like politicians for their personal gain. But they always lose.”

Natasha pulled you in closer to her when you didn’t continue to talk, your eyes wondering like you were looking for something but you weren’t quite sure what it was.

“Do you… Do you have any family left? Any more fairies?” Wanda asked quietly.

You shook your head. “No. My father died trying to stop HYDRA from getting to me and my mother didn’t love me. She thought I was a freak, being more Mind than Forest. Mind Fairies are often underestimated, but bullying from a young age often tends to shove them in the corner and be forgotten. Forest, Fire, Water, Air and Light Fairies are the predominant elements, almost all of them capable of numerous combat feats. But me…”

You took a breath and noticed how they were listening patiently. “HYDRA made me control people. Take their pain, give them more, anything and everything they wanted. They gave me enough pain to do so.”

You began to tremble again and they moved further against you, putting pressure on almost every part of your body. “Please… Please don’t let them take me back. I’m begging you.” You shook your head.

“Not ever, Y/N. You’re stuck with us.” Wanda murmured, kissing your forehead.

“Can… Can I?” You asked slowly, feeling Natasha nod against your shoulder.

“Of course, lyubov (love). You can be a part of our relationship.”

You exhaled shakily as they both kissed your temples, keeping you warm as you fell asleep.

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After a month of getting to know one another, you began to get more comfortable around the other Avengers. Tony liked it when you would come and talk to him about his machinery, Steve would listen to your stories and Thor would make you laugh like no other.

Well, except for your girls.

When they had gone for a mission, you were left alone in their bed (since you had nowhere else) and you held onto their pillows tightly. When they returned, Wanda found your racing mind being subdued by constant noise in the form of music. Tony made you some headphones when Natasha mentioned it in one of their daily coding sessions, and you thanked him profusely since you were currently stealing Natasha’s headphones that weren’t comfortable. The overhead headphones were helpful as they surrounded your ears with complete noise-cancelling, leaving your mind to be calmed when your girls weren’t around.

Parties, however, were not as helpful. You wouldn’t stay for long, even if you had spent more than two hours getting ready, and the girls could never find you since you never went to one place.

Right now, you were debating going to your second favourite spot, the roof, until you felt your powers flare and turned around.

“Hey you. Sorry if we startled you.” Wanda grinned, noticing your nerves as your fingers played with each other.

“I-It’s okay. Just…” You moved closer towards them and took each of their hands, your eyes now a darker shade of purple but it was constant, and a satisfied sigh left your lips.

Now they were worried. “Y/N, honey, are you okay?” Natasha asked, with Wanda checking over your mind.

“I-I’m okay, I promise.” You nodded, keeping their hands in yours whilst the night carried on.

As time passed, guests were making their way home whilst you were still wedged between your girls, their jackets covering your cold body. Now that you were just with your Avengers, you let your glamour drop and took the soda drink offered by Sam.

“Thanks.” You muttered, lightly sipping on it.

Wanda’s eyes hadn’t stopped glowing and neither had yours. She was on alert since you had said you were okay, but now she was starting to get tired. She leaned her head on your shoulder and you snaked your arm around her waist, hearing her yawn softly.

“Tired, baby?” You asked quietly.

“Mhm.” She replied shortly.

“Me too.” You let your head fall on top of hers until you felt a certain assassin start to wiggle her toes underneath your thigh.

You looked up at Natasha and she grinned at you whilst holding her beer, sipping on it as she made conversation with the boys. It soon died out and the mention of sleep had popped up a few times, enough for the signal to be read and for everyone to get the memo.

However, Wanda was already there, and moving her off of you was something you couldn’t imagine doing. The ones who wanted to sleep left, and soon it was just you three, Sam, Bucky and Clint.

When Natasha fell asleep with her head resting on your thigh, Sam spoke up. “You seem really happy, Y/N.”

“I am.” You muttered a reply, stroking baby hairs away from Natasha’s beautiful face.

“They are definitely happy to be with you.” Clint smirked.

“Can I?” He held up his phone and you nodded, kissing Wanda’s forehead in one photo and stroking your thumb on Natasha’s cheek in another.

“This will be so good for Christmas.” He chuckled cheekily, leaving you be.

Bucky was watching you closely and saw how relaxed you looked, which he had never seen before. His mind wandered and you briefly looked over it before you chuckled.

“What do their minds sound like?” He asked calmly, smiling at you with a sense of pride.

“They’re the calm to my storm.”

He snickered at your description and you blushed. “Sorry, there’s no other way to explain it. Their minds aren’t… empty, so to say, but calm, controlled even. Being with them, touching or holding them, makes me focus on that control and it spreads to me in comforting waves.”

You let out a soft yawn and Bucky stood, gathering blankets from the cupboard nearby that he covered you all with. “Have fun.” He smirked, kissing the top of your head as he left and you fell asleep.

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Over a few weeks, you three did all you could to grasp stolen moments. Whisking one or both of the other away to have a quick make out session, or even just a light touch around the hip or shoulder whilst making coffee in the morning. Movie nights were a blast, but you never actually made it through a movie - with them at your sides, the tranquillity they brought you was astounding.

But of course, fate was a cocky little shit.

An attack of the Black Order had come to the compound, and whilst Thanos and his goons were killed before they could get Vision’s Mind Stone out, you were hit harder than anyone.

Corvius Glaive’s… well, glaive, had not gone through Vision’s head, but rather Natasha’s stomach in an effort to protect Wanda whilst she tried to heal the synthezoid. You screamed bloody murder, and a vine snapped Corvius’ neck as you caught her whilst she fell.

“Natasha! No, no, no, no, NO!” You howled, your eyes turning an almost black shade of green as the Order members were slaughtered by thorny vines.

Wanda gripped Thanos between her tendrils of power and ripped his head clean off, the gauntlet of stones falling off of his hand. She picked you up by two arms around your waist, pulling you away from Natasha so that the doctors could get to her.

You followed behind and Wanda heard you wince every time Natasha groaned in pain, your feet only coming to a stop as the doctors found an empty room.

“It’s an extra-terrestrial poison. We have to flush it out of her system, but she needs to stay still.” Cho ordered as she reached for leather straps to hold her down.

Clint rushed in behind you both and came to his friend’s side, holding her hand as it shook. “Nat, I need you to stay still, okay? Stay still and Cho can fix you.”

“It hurts! It fucking hurts!” The Widow howled back, the sclera of her eyes blackening as the poison spread further.

Wanda reached for your hand, but you tapped hers away and ran out of the room. You bolted down the hallway until you found your headphones, clasping them onto full blast as you sat down at the kitchen table.

Natasha’s pain was only comparable to one other thing, and that was saying something. The poison hurt like knives had been exchanged for her blood cells and like fire licked at every pore of skin, even if covered in sweat and dirt. Her mind begged for it to stop, for all of it to just stop, and the dark thoughts in her mind were winning.

“Y/N, what the hell?” Wanda growled as she saw you sitting down, headphones pressed against your skull until she ripped them off.

You gently took them back and held them within your shaking hands. She sat down next to you and reached out towards you, but you flinched and she retreated. “You can’t just… run away, Y/N. She’s in pain, and you are possibly the only one who can heal her-”

“Please, just leave me alone.” You begged in a broken tone.

“I know you care about her, Y/N. God, your dreams are filled with you confessing your love to us. So go and fucking… HELP HER!”

“THAT’S THE GODDAMN PROBLEM, WANDA!” You howled back, your voice much louder than hers as you slammed your fist on the table.

You stopped and saw a splinter of wood in your fist, taking it out before your skin healed. “That’s… That’s the fucking problem, Wanda. I can’t do it, I can’t feel someone die. Not again.”

“What?” She asked softly. “Y/N, honey, what?”

“When my dad died… trying to save me from HYDRA… I was with him, and I felt… everything he felt, the moment it happened. I felt him slip off, his soul drifting away from his body, and it hurt like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”

Wanda watched your face be consumed by another wave of tears whilst your speech sped up. “That’s why I can’t do it, Wanda. I can’t do it, my love, I can’t feel it again, please don’t make me feel it-”

“No no no, it’s okay. It’s okay.” She cooed as she caught you whilst you stood up, trapping you in a warm hug.

“Shh shh shh, Y/N. It’s okay, you’re okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, mica mea zana (my little fairy).”

She rocked you gently until another of Natasha’s cries came from the main room, making Wanda leave you crying on the floor as she came back to Cho’s aid.

“Oh my God…”

The amount of blood on Clint and Cho’s arms was enough to make her queasy again, but she held it down and moved to her side. The archer looked up at her in fear. “She’s not going to make it; we can’t slow down the infection when she’s thrashing around.”

Wanda gripped Natasha’s shoulder. “Come on, come on, stay with us, Tasha. I can’t lose you after just learning to love you.”

She turned away to catch some tears that were smudged with Natasha’s blood, only to hear the redhead’s ragged breathing mutter a name.

“Y/N? What… What are you doing?” The wounded woman asked, watching you take her hand as you looked her in the eye, leaving her to admire the purple ring.

“I think it’s your turn to take some peace from me, moya lyubov (my love).” Your smile broke as you took her shaking hand with one of your own, covering them both with the free one.

“I love you, Natasha. I love you, Wanda. I love you both with everything I have and…” You hissed in pain, your knees shaking until Wanda came up behind you and held you upright.

“And if that kills me all over again, I’d take it, because I love you.”

Natasha nodded profusely, her breathing slowing. “I… I love you too, Y/N/N. I do, I really do.”

“Same here, little fairy.” Wanda muttered by your ear, catching you again as you doubled over from the pain.

You chuckled painfully as a surge of power rushed in you and you growled out, taking all of Natasha’s pain and rendering her still. When you opened your eyes, Natasha watched as green and purple mixed perfectly with one another, healing herbs growing by Cho and Clint’s side that they immediately began to use.

“Shh, shh, shh.” The Widow cooed, wanting nothing else but to hold you close and let her fingers dance up and down your back.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you both and I’m not letting you go.”

“We’re… We’re trapped in your little web, aren’t we?” You chuckled, another whimper leaving your lungs whilst Wanda kissed your neck softly.

“Y/N, the effort could kill you.” Bucky’s worried voice came from the door, not wanting to lose you as well as his ex-lover.

“Then so be it.” You muttered, your arm shaking as it held onto Natasha.

“Y/N, please…” Wanda begged, tears of her own falling against your skin.

You turned to her and she kissed you easily, but the emotion and grasping of your shirt made her point clear. You pulled away and gave her a short peck, turning to the worried redhead. “I’ll hold it off as long as I can, okay?”

“Promise me, Y/N.” Natasha stated.

You hesitated and she barked. “Promise me! Promise us!”

“Okay, okay. I promise, Natalia Alianovna Romanova and Wanda Marya Maximoff, that I will only go for as long as I can.” You answered, which was good enough for them.

It took a while for Cho and Clint to drain Natasha’s body of the poison whilst preventing it from spreading, but your healing herbs definitely saved her life. You fell asleep holding her hand, the pain now numbed against your body, but when you woke, it was a whole different scenery.

Natasha and Wanda lay with you in the middle of them, your entire body wrapped in them. Sheets and blankets covered all three of you whilst you lay in bed, your sudden jolt alerting the two of them.

“Easy, easy, easy.” Natasha cooed, pulling you down to lay back in her arms.

“You did so well, Y/N/N.” Wanda praised, cupping your cheek with her soft hand as she gave you a short kiss.

“H-How are you feeling?” You asked Natasha and she pulled up her shirt to reveal the forming scar.

“No more bikinis, that’s for sure.” She joked, but you grabbed her waist and checked over her skin, kissing it softly before pulling away.

“Ow.” You groaned as your body ached.

“Yeah, Cho said you might be a bit stiff after that effort.” Wanda chuckled, the two of them holding you close by a hand around your torso in a crossed fashion.

You watched Natasha’s hand drift towards your head before she looked down at you. “May I?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, you may touch my horns.”

Their lips pressed against your temple as they snuggled you close, lulling you slowly to sleep by the soft touches against your horns.

“I love you both.” You muttered sleepily, your eyes finally closing.

“We love you too, Y/N/N.” They chimed back, soon following you when you seemed so peaceful.

The sound of their chaos-absent hearts were the final piece to the puzzle that pushed you into a deep sleep.

#smalls-words #wandanat x reader #wandanat fluff #wandanat angst #wandanat hurt/comfort #wandanat imagine #wandanat x female reader #wandanat x fem!reader

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quietlyimplode · 2 years

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Hi there! I have a prompt or more a rough idea: Nat being kind and caring to everyone else but not herself, e.g. making sure someone's favourite snack is available but choosing one for herself she doesn't actually like. Feel free to go anywhere with it or not if you don't want to. You're amazing, have a great day!

Oh Anon, this is a lovely prompt and fit with a quote I’ve been wanting to do for such a long time - thank you for the prompt, the opportunity to write this one, and for your kind words <3.

If you know the Doctor Who quote “All that pain, and misery and loneliness and it just made it kind” I love this quote for Natasha, and have been wanting to write it. I wish I had time to make this longer but alas time got the better of me. (5+1 fic, 1.5k, gif not mine, bwf2022)

How to be Kind

1/ Tony

“Thanks,” Tony grins, as she hands him the ratchet. Swinging her legs, she stifles a yawn and points out that the components don’t align.

He nods, fixing it and then pulling the metal tight.

The clock reads 3am, and she promised she’d help.

She’s learning, how to be kind.

Natasha knows that following through on what you say you will is one of those steps. So when he’d asked, she’d of course said yes.

Even if she’d only had two hours sleep last night.

It’s nice, spending time with him, even if concentrating is hard, and means she digs her nails into her palm to refocus herself when she finds herself drifting.

“Nat?” He asks, popping his head out of the work space.

She smiles and nods, and tries to think about what he just asked but she comes up blank.

“Sorry?”

“You’re tired?”

She shrugs, “I’ll be fine,” she smiles, counting the hours in her head til she needs to leave for Bali.

Sleeping on the plane with Rumlow and Clint will have to do, even if it’s something she hates.

“Do you want to try it out?”

Natasha sips the water on her right then stretches, she wants to go to bed, but this feels more important.

“Of course,” she smiles.

His sheer delight back is worth it.

She’s learning to be kind.

2/ Steve

The first roundhouse she hits him with knocks him back, following up she feints and punches at his face.

Steve avoids it, the first time he does so, and picks her up and throws her to the ground. She lands heavily, winded.

“Oh shit!” He exclaims, “Sorry Nat, I just reacted.”

She manages a laugh. It comes out more as a huff but she pulls it off.

“It was good, Steve, but you shouldn’t have been hit with the first.”

She takes a breath with her back away from him, touching her rib gently, knowing there’s some bruising there.

“Again,” she commands.

He can’t keep falling for stupid mistakes, someone will find out; he’s at risk.

Worry makes her stand straight as she readies her stance and faces off against him.

He dodges the first kick, the next punch but not the back hand that smacks him across the face.

“Shit!”

Natasha cringes, expecting a hit back.

“Sorry,” she apologises quickly.

To her surprise he nods and apologise back.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have been so lax about training.”

He rubs his face ruefully.

“Will you help me train?”

Natasha thinks of the blooming bruises on her ribs and arms as she adjusts her sleeves down.

If he knew the cost to her body, he’d never ask.

And she’s never going to tell him.

She needs to keep him safe, so that he can keep the others safe.

“Of course, Steve,” she promises.

3/ Bruce

She hears the Hulk roar over the cacophony of chaos reigning in the city.

She’s the only on that can calm him down, to reassure Bruce and hope against hope that he doesn’t destroy the neighboring town.

She can feel her breath catch as she knows it has to be her, that of it was Tony then anyone on the ground would be at risk to not have his cover.

She’s expendable.

Running, she cuts off the Hulk off at the lake.

It would be comical if she wasn’t so scared. He’s throwing a bike and then startles as it lands and the bell on it rings.

“Hey Green,” she shouts, hoping he turns to her.

It works and it takes all of Natasha’s courage to stand her ground.

For Bruce, she thinks, this is for Bruce.

He stamps at her, once; twice and she waves tentatively.

“It’s time to go home,” she squints at him, her voice shaking a little.

She can’t breathe.

All the weapons on her body are useless, even her body is useless.

All she has is her words.

“We’ve won,” she smiles, “you did it.”

Natasha has no idea if the Hulk understands, or even will respond to flattery.

She’s working at a disadvantage and knows ultimately she needs more intel to help Bruce with this.

“Can you come with me?”

There’s a noticeable shift and she knows what’s coming next.

Using the reflection of the lake, she turns her body as he de-transitions to Bruce.

Her body feels hot, panicked, but she maintains her composure.

Her childhood has taught her to remain calm. She bites the inside of her mouth til the metallic taste of blood gives her something else to think about.

“Nat?”

Bruce is down on one knee and she’s never been so thankful to hear his voice.

“Hey.”

She schools her face to one of neutrality and ignores her body screaming at her to run and hide.

The compact suitcase containing clothes is kicked over to him and he thanks her from afar.

“How bad?” he cringes as she turns to face him.

She chooses kindness these days, even if all she wants to do scream and run away in fear.

“Better,” she placates.

Later, when she’s alone, she evaluates herself.

Better, she thinks, she did better too.

Even if she’s still awake at 2am and can’t stop shaking.

Next time, she’ll do better.

4/ Thor

“My brother,” Thor starts, “was a menace as a child, he’d throw snakes at me. You know the ones with three heads that have the piecing tail?”

She’d found him sitting alone, drinking Asguardian alcohol that made the room smell like rose water.

He wasn’t okay, as sad eyes looked at her hopefully for someone to talk to.

No one else wanted to hear about Loki, and he knew it.

His brother was a source of pain for so many of the others, for obvious reasons, but this was something she could share.

Natasha nudges him, “we don’t have three headed snakes,” she reminds him.

“What else did you do together?”

The tiny smile on his face is worth the question, as she remembers running with Yelena, practicing gymnastics.

“We liked to fight,” Thor reminisces, launching into a story of taking on some aliens.

Natasha leans back, letting his words wash over her. Talking about family is always painful.

Always hurts.

It reminds her of all her losses.

But as Thor talks, she’s reminded that not all familial memories are bad, that they can be met with an affection too.

“You can go, if you want to,” Thor tells her, taking a swig, and leaning back with her. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your evening.”

He’s right of course, this isn’t how she wants to spend her evening, but she can’t leave him in this stupor either.

“Tell me more,” she decides, at the expense of herself, “tell me about your brother.”

5/ Clint

“You fucking idiot,” Natasha swears, pulling his unconscious body around the corner.

“Fuck,” she swears again, as she sets up the comms and sends a distress signal out.

She heaves his body into the office building, and secures them in, breathing heavily.

It’s only then does she feel blood running down her arm and sweat running down her back.

She ignores the pain as she checks his vitals.

She hopes just knocked out.

“Clint?”

Trying to rouse him, the blood reaches her fingers. She doesn’t even remember how she got hurt, only the distress at seeing him get hit and drop.

The explosion that followed had been enough to make the world light up and the heat permeate into the cold streets.

The renegades had dispersed, some dead, some injured, and she’d completed the mission of recovering the anthrax vials, now securely with her.

‘ETA 1 hour’ the text reads from the exfil team.

She sighs in relief, adrenaline fading.

“Clint?” She tries again, rubbing his chest as finally he starts to come to.

Letting out a small sigh, she bumps her head into his, wondering at the pain that radiates as she does so.

“You’re okay,” she assures as he holds his hand to his head and groans.

“We got it?” He asks after a minute.

“Yeah, we got it, don’t worry,” she sighs.

He pats her thigh.

“Why would I worry? You have my back.”

It’s said flippantly and post concussion, but his faith in her never ceases to amaze her.

“Always, Clint,” she tells him seriously.

He looks up at her and frowns.

“Nat, your head…”

She’s confused at his concern.

The world tips.

“Oh,” she says out loud.

At least he’s safe, she thinks before she blacks out.

6/ The Team +1

Their kindness is not lost on her.

Tony reconfigures her widow bites so they no longer burn her.

Steve draws her pictures of flowers and birds.

Bruce teaches her about medicine, about patching herself up and when and how to seek help so that she feels safe.

Thor let’s her talk about Yelena and the girls in the Red Room without judgement or comment.

Clint loves her unconditionally.

One day.

One day she’ll learn to be unconditionally kind like they are.

#marvel fic #natasha romanoff fic #avengers fic #natasha romanoff #clintasha #black widow #black widow fic #bwf2022 #clint barton #my fic #hawkeye #Thor #Tony stark #steve rogers fic #clintasha fanfic

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noshitbarnes · 1 year

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World's Apart: Chapter 1

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!OFC, Steve x Goddess!OFC

Summary: Alina, the Goddess of healing, was cast out of Asgard by Odin, but has recently returned home under secrecy. Just when she believes her secret is safe, she's summoned to help heal Thor, who has grown ill since taking the thrown. Suddenly, Alina is forced to be around Loki while trying to help heal his brother. Will she be able to live in the castle with Thor and Loki again or does her heart belong back on Midgard?

Word Count: 2,508

Notes: This was the first fanfiction I ever wrote years ago and I decided to rewrite it because I've been in my Loki feels. The story is pretty much the same, with some slight changes, like character names and relationships. This first chapter is slow just to build the background, but let me know what you guys think!

Worlds Apart Masterlist

Alina has been living among the people of Asgard for a few years now, being an Asgardian herself, she fits in beautifully, but only recently did she make the decision to come back and live with them. Although, she tells herself that like it was her choice, when in reality, it wasn't at all, not even close, she made a horrible mistake, so it was a forced decision to leave. She's not even suppose to be on Asgard, she was banished. Whether Odin knew of her return and just chose to leave her be until his death, she wasn't sure, but it wasn't like she ever had a chance to ask.

She stares at her reflection in her floor length mirror, feeling much older than she looks, she'd been through so much the past few centuries, and it had taken a toll on her soul, despite not having shown it. Her golden brown hair is tied up in a loose bun with a green pin and loose strands frame her face. She solemnly smiles to herself, remembering a time when her green eyes use to have more of a sparkle to them, but that was long gone. Surprisingly, she was able to acquire a decent dress, although out of protest. It was a gift from a woman in the village, as a thank you for healing her sick daughter, Alina didn't want to accept it, the dress was beautiful and clearly handmade, she knew it had to be a family heirloom, but the kind woman insisted. The dress was pure white and had a small strap that delicately draped around her left shoulder, it then wrapped around her, and flowed down all the way to the ground. Alina had jewelry of her own that she's had her entire life, matching gold wrist bracers that her mother gave to her when she was a young girl before she eventually left her.

Alina's thoughts are interrupted by a loud knocking at her door. She jumps a little, slightly startled, and walks over to open it, "Hello, Lady Alina."

She is greeted by a man with golden eyes and dark brown hair that flows down his back, she sighs in relief and smiles, “You startled me Heimdall! I rarely have visitors at this time of night.” She chuckles a bit, “Come in please!” She stands aside and gestures him in, “How can I be of service?”

Heimdall smiles kindly and walks inside, “No need for formalities, Lady Alina, I can not stay long.”

He stands in front of her for a moment too long, just looking at her, which makes her uncomfortable, so she starts to shift in her stance, “Um, Heimdall, is it urgent? There's a family with a sick boy that I need to attended to,” a complete lie, but he was making her uneasy.

He smiles and nods, “You’ve always been one to think of others before yourself,” he narrows his eyes and whispers, “I know who you are.”

Alina scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Of course you know who I am! You’re the one who came to talk to me, remember?”

His eyes narrowed more, “Do not play ignorant with me, child! You may be able to fool them with your magic,” he gestures to the villagers outside, "but not me! I see you, for your true self. I can see your soul.” He pauses and takes a deep breath, “We have known each other longer than you care to admit.”

Alina's eyes widen, she's speechless. It was foolish to think that she could trick Heimdall of all people, after all he can see souls, and each soul is different. She thought she might get lucky and he wouldn't care that she returned, so she's been using some magic to hide her real face, her hair and eyes may be the same, but her nose, cheekbones, jawline, are different to everyone else. She couldn't risk being caught, she didn't know what Allfather had told the people of her departure or if he even did. The point now was, she's been gone for 200 years and only been back to Asgard for 30 of them, why did Heimdall wait until now to seek her out? She was being good, helping the poor and the sick, they needed her, in her absence they had suffered greatly.

Alina sighs and swipes her hand in front of her face, revealing her true form, "How long have you known?"

Heimdall smiles into her eyes, “I’ve always known, I felt you return 30 years ago.” he chuckles a bit, “To think you would use such a channel to come back is surprising.”

She blushes, remembering her past, “Yes, well Loki showed me back channels long ago. I never thought I would have need of them.”

He nods, “Well, when I felt you return, I chose to stay quiet, to respect your decision, though it ignorant.” he smiles sympathetically. “A Goddess should not be living, here.”

She shakes her head and crosses her arms, “You know that I have no choice.” She looks back to the village that she's called home for so long, “I shouldn’t even be here.” she feels her heart sink, thinking of her past mistakes, “I only recently came back because being away was too hard, I feel their pain, I hear their screams. I had to do something.” She sighs and looks back to Heimdall, clearing her throat, “You of all people should understand that,” her voice cracking as she tries not to cry.

He looks away and sighs, “Of course I do.”

She takes a deep breath and regains her composure, “Anyway, there must be some urgent need of my skills, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

“Yes, it's Thor,” he paused, “since taking the thrown, he has become quite ill and the healers have been unable to wake him.”

She narrows her eyes, “Really? Even Loki with all of his magic can’t help the mighty King?”

Heimdall straightens his posture and raises an eyebrow, “You think I would lie to you, Goddess?” he voice is deep and slightly threatening, “You are more powerful than Loki and healing is your specialty. None of them even know you’re alive, so they don't know I’m here.”

Running a hand through her hair, she relaxes and takes a deep breath, “Alright, let’s go then shall we?”

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When the pair reach the castle, Alina smiles a bit, it's been so long since she's been near it's walls and she forgot how beautiful and golden it was. She looks around at the trees and the soldiers sparring in the courtyard, trying to take it all in, still not sure if she was really there. They walk up the steps and Alina follows Heimdall down the longest of all the hallways toward the King's bedroom, although Heimdall walks in such long strides she practically has to jog to keep up with him. They finally reach doors that are clearly meant for royalty, they're large, white, and have gold trim around the edges with large diamonds in the center that shine brightly when the sun hits them just right. There are two Asgardian soldiers on either side, standing so still that they almost look like statues themselves. Heimdall goes ahead and bursts through the doors while Alina waits outside like he told her too. She was nervous, she hadn't seen Thor since she left 200 years ago, granted he was unconscious, but it was going to be awkward when he woke up.

“Lady Alina!” calls Heimdall.

Alina takes a deep breath and walks inside. Heimdall definitely was not lying, Thor looked like shit. He was lying in an enormous bed with a woman blotting a damp cloth on his forehead. He looked nothing like the strong egomaniac Prince that Alina knew from her childhood. Honestly, he barely looked conscious at all. She walks over to the bed, and holds her hand up to his forehead.

“He has a slight fever.” She whispers to herself and continues to look him over. His eyes were slightly sunken in and his heart rate was elevated. Alina looks to the woman in the room that's sitting next to Thor on the bed, “What has been done for him?”

Her eyes widen and Alina can tell the woman recognizes her, “Honestly, everything. There have been spells, elixirs, and even leeches at one point. We took him to the healing room and they could not wake him either.”

Alina rolls her eyes, “Leeches? That is just idiotic.” Alina looks around the room searching for someone, “Where’s Loki? I need him.”

It fell silent for a few moments, until Heimdall spoke up, “He is in his room. Why exactly do you need him?”

Alina groans, becoming irritated by the growing ignorance of others, “Because I need to know what spell he used and I doubt any of you know.” She sighs, hearing how rude she sounds, “It also couldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of magic hands around and last time I checked,” she glances around the room, “that was none of you.” Heimdall gestures to one of the women in the room and she runs off making Alina roll her eyes, “Alright, so besides Loki, has anyone else tried magic on him?”

“No.” Heimdall answers.

Alina sighs, “So Loki used a healing spell, elixirs, and leeches have been used, and the women in the healing room could not help him.” she folds her hands in her lap and thinks to herself. This wasn't some curse, if it was, it was a right shitty one because he’s asleep, well basically. This wasn't some common cold either, Asgardians rarely get sick in general, Alina mostly heal broken bones of carless children, help women give birth, and cures them when they really do get sick, but those cases are awful. She took his hand in hers and closes her eyes, she didn't know what was going on with him, but it could be something as simple as heartbreak or as complicated as pneumonia from Midgard.

“You summoned me, Heimdall?”

This was going to be fun. Alina takes a deep breath and turns to the door to see Loki, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, with a stern look on his face. She stands up and walks over to him. Once he sees her, he stands straight up, uncrosses his arms, and his eyes widen, “Wait, yo-“ he stammers.

Alina interrupts him, she doesn't have time for any of that, “What kind of spell did you use on Thor? I need to get a baseline of what doesn’t work.” She said, acting like she didn’t recognize him, even though her racing heart said otherwise. It had been so long since she's seen those deep blue eyes and his stupid smirk, she wanted so much to give him a giant hug, even though that wasn't really his thing.

Loki looks to her confused, but then quickly regains composure, “The healing spell that Mother always used.” he pauses and then narrows his eyes, “You probably know of it.”

She glares at him and walks back over to Thor and crosses her arms and whispers to herself, “What is going on?”

Loki walks over and stands next to her, a little too close. He's silent for a while; then whispers so only she can hear, “I don’t think it’s really anything serious.” she looks to him puzzled, “Well, he’s not vomiting blood, shedding his skin, or something like that, so maybe we just need to wait a few days and he’ll wake.”

Loki was right, Alina has seen Thor go through much worse traumas and come out unscathed, for the most part. It just bothered her that he was unresponsive. What ailed Thor may just need time to run it's course and he would wake up, Alina just wasn't good at waiting around and hoping for things to turn out well.

“Well, it depends,” she takes a deep breath and turns to face him, “how long has he been this way?”

Loki looks to her and shrugs, “Three days at most.”

She nods and purses her lips, “When did you do the healing spell?”

“Yesterday.”

She pauses to think, “Has he been to Midgard recently?”

He chuckles, “Not that I’m aware of, but I’m not his keeper,” he shook his head, “ever since him and Jane spilt up, he hasn’t felt the need to go there.”

She furrows her brows and looks to Heimdall, “Has Thor been to Earth recently?”

“It was a few days before he became sick,” he pauses and looks at Thor, “Do you think he has a mortal illness?“

She shrugs, “I’m honestly not sure yet.”

It can never be a simple problem with this bunch of boys, Alina have to start somewhere though. She glances back at Loki, “Maybe your spell wasn’t good enough then, considering where he has been.” Loki raises an eyebrow, clearly offended, he prided himself in magic. She turns back to Thor and walks to the end of the bed, “I’ll do another, then we’ll observe him to see if he wakes.” After hearing all the stories and what had been done for Thor, Alina decided to use one of her own spells because Heimdall was right, she was more advanced in healing than others, so she had many tricks of her own.

Alina moves to the foot of Thor's bed, closes her eyes, and takes a deep calming breath. She then raises her arms out in front of her palms facing the sky up to shoulder level, and exhales. Once her arms are shoulder level a large blue sigil appears above Thor's body. Alina takes another deep breath, turns her hands over so her palms face the ground, and moves her arms down which also causes the sigil to move down into Thor. Once finished, she opens her eyes and smiles, sigils don't usually appear during healing magic, it takes a great deal of power to have it happen. Alina looks over to Heimdall who is also smiling, clearly proud.

“How come when I do healing spells, I don’t see a sigil?” Loki interjects.

Alina rolls her eyes at Loki as Heimdall laughs and answers, “You have much to learn Loki, healing isn’t exactly something you’re an expert in. Eir, is the Goddess of healing, so she knows a few things that you, do not.” The few ladies in the room all gasp and turned to look at her, acting like they didn't already recognize her, which just made Alina roll her eyes at them.

Alina furrows her brows and closes her eyes cursing Heimdall in her mind for saying her true name. She wasn't fond of it, which is why she took another one when she was cast out. The name reminds her of the mistakes she's made and her bad reputation. She opens her eyes once more and turns to look at Loki, who was already two steps ahead of her, "So you're not dead then?"

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moonlitmeeks · 2 years

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could I also request a 🕯? for stranger things? i'm a straight girl (she/her), enfp, libra. people think i'm smart cause i can do math, speak several languages and know random shit about astronomy and history but i'm lowkey a himbo. in my free time i love playing the piano, writing, reading, stargazing, playing videogames, and annoying the hell out of my cat (i'm actually a dog person but don't tell him that). i'm enthusiastic and optimistic, always cracking jokes and ready for adventure and a good party! because i'm so hyper and bubbly all the time, it's pretty difficult to see me in my vulnerable state. as a result i'm kind of awkward with physical touch or like deep, personal words. i typically display my love through heartfelt written words, quality time, or gifts. i write poems about the boys i fall in love with like some kind of nerd <3 i love love going to concerts & just live music in general! and i dream of learning how to fly a plane and getting my pilot's license someday. thank you so much 💜

i adore doing ships, so of course!! this answer instantly came to mind and the more i read, the more i'm certain that i'd ship you with steve!

listen. your personality just works perfectly with steve's, oh my god. it's like a match made in heaven. this boy loves your optimistic nature and will definitely laugh at all of your jokes. hawkins being... well, hawkins, it's a good thing you're always up for an adventure, as you're often dragged along with steve to whatever trouble the party have gotten themselves into this time.

though quite a physical person himself, steve totally understands your stance towards touch and will hold himself back a little, wanting nothing more than for you to be totally comfy and happy at all times. if you instigate it though? he melts into your touch. but if you write this boy a poem or a deep letter, or hand him a meaningful gift? he won't stop thinking about it for months on end, constantly complimenting and thanking you.

stargazing quickly becomes a thing for you guys; mention it once and steve becomes obsessed with the idea. soon enough, it's a regular occurrence to find yourself on the hood of his car when the skies are clear, just admiring the view. he'd probably pull some cheesy line about how 'the stars are pretty but you're prettier', but he means well. and if you start telling him facts about astronomy? he short circuits for a moment, he's in so much awe of you.

he'd also love taking you to concerts and live shows! steve's the type of boyfriend to ensure you're having a good night, so will always make sure you have a good view and are having fun. he'll likely stand behind you, with his arms around your waist, singing some particularly cheesy lyrics into your ear with a grin wherever possible.

i just think that you and steve would just work perfectly together, and he'd be utterly head over heels for you!

#🐈‍⬛ ; bee hits one thousand!#clara<3

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ducknotinarow · 6 months

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[SteveDrac] "Bare your wrist to me, my Captain."

| bite or be bitten

It was still a slight fresh wound for Steve knowing that a once trusted ally could just turn and join with one of Steve's most known foes. Red skull was already bad enough as is but Steve would always seen him him as the reason he lost out on his life all those years ago. So someone he trusted when he maybe shouldn't have, basically threw a knife into his back by siding with him? Well Steve could say days of fighting bullies never cause the same kind of pain. But seeing Drac on his side? Well yeah something more then bridges of trust felt the slightest broken. At best it was splintering the wood.

The only saving grace at any chance for Steve to give him the time of day was thanks to one person. Brooklyn. And though maybe one could make the argument Steve owned nothing to this girl he knew nothing about. Steve still saw her as what she was to him as plain as day. His daughter, even naming her after his old stomping grounds a way to share his roots with her. Knowing despite her own background she at least had one person to look out for her till he met her though was why Dracula was getting back on to his good side here.

Even if it was a tad rocky still at the best of times. Dracula had left his alliance with them though. And currently was taking refuge at the tower. Not everyone was on board with this. Well really only Brook was on board with this. Steve? well as he said the bridge here was made of splintering word with no support outside some clearly fray ropes.

But in the least he couldn't turn away someone in need of help which is what the vampire, king of darkness himself was right now. Well he tried to ignore the relief in his chest to see Drac at the least alive if not looking weak. Steve had to cruse himself for getting far to close to Drac in the past for this.

"When did you last feed?" he abruptly asks looking at them a moment before he shuts the door to his room behind himself. "Not like you've been able to go in and out. We both know you're basically in a holding cell here." Not that Steve could blame the others feeling on edge, it took a lot to get them to not want him locked away as is. Brooklyn's own stance he feels helps beyond his own. Did for Nina at least. Maybe Steve's own loyalty was still there with them. Since he was quick to stand to their defense. Brook made sense to jump for the vampires defense. Himself?

This was the most the pair really were together like so since he came to the tower. Wishing to avoid bringing this to his own people back at their own home. Still wasn't like Steve wanted him to die or attack someone innocent. Sure Brooklyn offered to 'donate' her blood for him as before but Steve felt she done enough. She shouldn't be solely responsible for this mess. Seeing how this mess was sort of his fault.

"I'm still keeping my space here so don't push it here. But you did always like my blood right? Long as you're here I see no reason to help you out. For no." He keep his offer brief and his tone sharp. "On some ground rules here, you gotta play to the situation Drac, not everyone here is all to comfortable with the lord of darkness being a guest here." Not like Drac needed to be told this of course. "But I'm willing to at least make this as painless as we can." Mostly for Steve's own sake here. And little for Brooklyn. One could say she was putting in a good word for the vampire traitor here. "If we can work on the old alliance we once shared? I think that will get some targets off your back at least. Least the ones from the Avengers. It how it was back then right? We help you out, and make sure your kingdom stays untouched."

He watches them seeing if they are considering this, having Captain America on his side wasn't a fool proof scheme in all truth. At best it was just a level up. Steve been known to sort of question his stances for those he would fight more than just red skull for after all. But he would hope his character spoke to the rest of his team more. Dracula seemed willing though.

"Bare your wrist to me, my Captain."

Steve dose offer a faint smirk at that "I said don't push it didn't I? I may be willing to let you in my room and close but keep in mind I'm still kind of ticked off with you." Stepping over as he removes the red glove from his hand and offers up his wrists for them. "But I will say, leaving them? is off to a good start on that rearguard."

He watches them take his hand, as fangs are bared to him, dangerous beat before him is what he should be thinking but. All he see is Drac. Foolish as he was back then it seems as he hardly flinches at the odd yet familiar feeling of sharp fangs breaking through his skin. A white hot burning pain, that he was used to from years back. Almost like when he jumped back on a bike after weeks of not being allowed to touch it when he got sick, again. Only to scrapped his knee. It hurt but there was something comforting about it all. Even as Drac pulled away blood on their lips it was very much the same to Steve here. An old pain with some pleasant memory.

#muse| steve rogers #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ Kissed by a vampire -aflockoffeathers]#ic reply #bit or be bitten #meme anaswers #tw: blood mentioned #((dusting steve off marvel replies may be short for a spell ;3; but more vamps))#((also sorry if im retreading old ground I kind of forget where we left things at XD))#((But I dont feel i ever fully covered this bit before soo here uwu))

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luminnara · 3 years

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It’s Been A Long, Long Time | ch 4

Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

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Amoretta swam in and out of sleep. Whenever she surfaced, she saw bright lights and strange faces, and, assuming that she was in a HYDRA lab, she decided it was better if she just kept on dreaming. After a while, though, she couldn’t manage it anymore, and she finally woke up enough to actually take in her surroundings.

She was in a hospital bed, and...a gown? She couldn’t remember the last time she had been given clothing. When she tried to move, she found that her arms ached, and she had an IV sticking out of her. Okay, so wherever she was, they were trying to take care of her. Maybe. That seemed like a good sign.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” a man’s voice said. “How’re you feeling?”

A figure came into view, blurry at first, and as he got closer she was able to get him in focus. Amoretta immediately stiffened, feeling threatened by this stranger, but as the scent of omega wafted in, she relaxed slightly. She couldn’t smell any alphas nearby, and that was good.

Two good signs so far.

“Wh-who are you?” She asked, her voice wobbly and hoarse. Her throat was so sore that talking was painful.

“My name is Dr. Bruce Banner.” The man said, reaching towards a nearby table and grabbing a water bottle off of it. “I’m with the Avengers.”

Amoretta frowned. “The...who?”

He came near her slowly, twisting the cap off the bottle and offering it to her. “You’ve probably got a lot of questions. Mind if I ask a couple, though?”

She gave a little shrug as she raised the bottle to her lips. It felt strange to hold, the water tasting...different from what she was used to.

“Can you tell me your name?”

She thought for a moment, brows knitting together. “Subject 1096.”

It was Bruce’s turn to frown. “Did you ever have a...different name?”

After a moment, she nodded, trying to remember. It felt like it was on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach. Had it really been so long since she had gotten to say it?

“We can come back to that one.” Bruce said gently. “Do you know what year it is?”

She thought for a moment. “19...1986.”

The doctor pulled off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose and mumbling something along the lines of “Christ, not another one…”

She got the feeling that she was off by a few years.

“Well, Ten...is it alright if I call you that?”

She shrugged.

“...alright. Ten, it seems like you were cryogenically frozen for a few decades.”

“...decades?”

He nodded. “Your body seems to have handled it well, though.”

“Did I puke?” She asked, wrinkling her nose.

“Not that I saw.” He chuckled.

Well, that was a little surprising. She had a tendency to vomit after being wrenched out of unnaturally cold naps. “Where am I?”

“You’re in my lab, at Stark Tower.”

“What continent?”

“North America.”

She made a thoughtful noise. “What month is it?”

“June.”

“So Ursa Major is out?”

Bruce paused. “...well, it’s hard to see with all the light pollution in the city, but...yes, I suppose it should be…”

She let out a sigh. “I miss it.”

Her voice was already sounding tired again, and Bruce was quick to take the water bottle back before it slipped from her hand.

“You should get some more rest, Ten.” He suggested. “We’ve got plenty of time to get you caught up when you’re feeling more energetic.”

“Mhm.” her eyes fluttered closed. “Doctor?”

“Yes?”

“What city am I in?”

“New York.” He said, looking down at her curiously. “Manhattan, more specifically. Why?”

She smiled a little. “I wanna see...Brooklyn…”

As she drifted off to sleep again, Bruce rubbed his face. Well, that certainly was oddly specific of her to say. It was a good sign that she seemed lucid, though.

“Captain Rogers is outside, Dr. Banner.” FRIDAY’s AI voice said.

Bruce met him at the door, making his way out as quietly as possible. Steve looked anxious, standing with his hands on his hips as he waited for news. He hadn’t gotten a chance to find Bucky yet, his friend either working out or sleeping, and all he had managed so far was a quick debriefing and a shower.

“I ran down as soon as FRIDAY called,” he said. “How is she?”

“Sleeping again. Just missed her.” Bruce said wryly. “Walk with me, I’m starving.”

Steve fell into step beside him, heading towards the elevators. “Did she say anything?”

“She did. She seemed a bit out of it...couldn’t remember her name, hasn’t been awake since 1986.” He hit the UP button and stood back. “Seemed very interested in constellations, though. And Brooklyn.”

Steve stared at him. “Brooklyn?”

“Told her she was in New York, and the last thing she said before she fell asleep was something about Brooklyn.” Bruce shrugged. “Really interesting thing was her blood tests, though.”

“Blood tests?” Steve asked, stepping into the elevator and waiting for Bruce to join him before the doors closed again.

“Definitely an omega.” Banner said as they headed up several floors. “Her scent is so muted because they pumped her full of enough suppressants to kill a normal person. Pretty sure that’s why she’s so tired...her body is working overtime trying to process such a high dose. I think it was just pooling in her system while she was in cryo, not really going anywhere, so now her kidneys are doing everything they can to—“

“Banner.” Steve interrupted before he had to listen to an entire scientific explanation.

“Right. Sorry.” The scientist cleared his throat. “There was something else that I found already. She’s, uh…well, at some point, she was given super soldier serum.”

Steve froze. “HYDRA gave the serum...to an omega?”

“It’s confusing to me, too,” Bruce put his hands up in defeat. “Thanks to that, though, it’s hard to determine how old she is, or who she is, without her telling us. All I know is that she’s an unmarked omega super soldier with a hell of a dose of heat suppressants to work through.”

“Any idea when she’ll be up again?” Steve asked as the elevator dinged to signal their arrival.

“Hard to say.” Bruce said, following the alpha out towards the shared kitchen near the common area.

“I need to get to the bottom of this, Banner. FRIDAY, will you find Bucky? I need you to tell him—“

“Tell him what?” A voice asked.

Steve smiled in relief. Bucky was there, sitting on the couch with a plate of Alfredo balanced in his metal hand, looking mildly curious about whatever his friend was talking about.

“Oh, good,” Steve said, approaching him, Banner following behind. “You’re already here.”

“What is it, Stevie?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Well, as you know, I visited an abandoned HYDRA base today.”

“I’m aware.”

“And I found...something.”

“...something. What kind of something?”

Steve suddenly wasn’t sure how to describe his discovery. “Well, it’s a...not an it, I mean, I found a…”

“Rogers here brought back an omega test subject.” Bruce interrupted. “She’s down in the lab right now sleeping off some nasty meds.”

Bucky’s posture hadn’t changed, despite how awkward and almost nervous Steve had gotten. He leaned back against the cushions, slurping down a few noodles while he regarded his friend with a mild expression.

“Alright, so?” He asked.

“So...I was wondering if you had any idea what HYDRA was doing experimenting on an omega.” Steve said, hands on his hips in a stance that was supposed to say I mean business, so listen to me.

Bucky wasn’t bothered by it. He was the biggest, toughest alpha in the tower, aside from the rare occasions Thor was roughing it down on Midgard with the rest of them. The others could puff up and posture all they wanted at him, but it never had any effect. He was always calm and cool, generally disinterested in their displays. He knew he was stronger, and he didn’t need to prove it, especially not when he didn’t have an omega to fight over.

He shrugged. “I want exactly privy to all their secrets. I know they kept cells full of omegas around for a while.”

“What did they do with them?” Steve asked.

“Whatever they wanted?” Bucky shook his head. “I really don’t know. If they were experimenting on ‘em, that never concerned me.”

“You’ve gotta know something, Buck.” Steve sounded exasperated.

“Why do you care so much?” He asked.

“Because something isn’t adding up.” Steve growled.

“They gave this omega enough heat suppressants to last a lifetime,” Bruce said. “Her system is all kinds of messed up.”

“Makes sense.” Bucky ate another mouthful. “HYDRA wouldn’t want to deal with hormones going crazy or any unplanned pups.”

Steve stared down at his friend. “Did they let you rut?”

“Stevie, at least take me out to dinner before you start asking about my sex life fifty years ago.” Bucky said dryly.

Steve just raised an eyebrow.

“...yeah. They did. Think they couldn’t stop my ruts.” He relented.

“So did they...you know…” Steve trailed off awkwardly.

“Were you ever given omegas to get you through them?” Bruce asked, proving once again how much more capable of having this conversation he was than Steve.

Bucky finally had to glance away from them in embarrassment. “Well…yeah. But I, uh...the Soldier, he would just kind of...well, they didn’t really last long, if you uh. Catch my drift.”

Steve paled.

Bruce gulped.

“...what? Look, I’m better now, I’m way past that. Besides, I never meant to hurt anyone, I wasn’t myself—“

“This omega is a super soldier.” Bruce said quietly.

Bucky’s face dropped, a flicker of something passing over his face. “...what?”

—

“Finally,” Bruce sighed happily, inhaling the smell of leftover pizza.

“Bucky, does the number 1096 mean anything to you?” Steve asked. He was sitting in a chair across from his friend, Bruce sitting at the kitchen island while he ate his dinner.

Bucky shook his head. “Don’t remember any numbers like that. They mostly just called ‘em all omega.”

He was trying to seem cool and collected, but his scent had shifted slightly. Steve could catch just the slightest hint of distress in it, and as he did so, he narrowed his eyes. He may have been separated from Bucky for almost 80 years, but he was still his best friend, and he could tell when he was hiding something.

“Why would they give the serum to an omega?” Steve asked.

“Branching out?” Bucky shook his head. “Why do they do anything? They’re HYDRA. They can do whatever they want.”

“So you don’t remember anything about an omega super soldier?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky sniffed defensively.

“Buck, it’s okay if you do.” Steve growled. “We’re not going to judge you for anything you did. We just want to help her and figure out who she is—“

“Well I don’t know,” Bucky snapped, big fangs bared in a warning.

Steve responded with a low growl.

“There’s a lot I don’t remember, or did you forget how many times they wiped my memory?”

“Seems like you’re hiding something, Buck, and I wanna know what it is.”

“Why do you care? You should just drop it,” Bucky snarled.

Steve regarded him carefully. Oh yeah. He was definitely hiding something.

“Hey, hey,” Bruce interrupted from the kitchen, intent on stopping their fight before it could start. “Relax, fellas. Don’t make me get the big guy out to shut you both up.”

Steve backed down. The threat of having the Hulk going after him was enough. Bucky didn’t seem to share the sentiment, though, his lips still pulled back in a blatant display of aggression. It was the first time in a while that Steve had seen him acting so defensively about something, and it was concerning, to say the least.

“Buck,” he said, voice low with warning. “Are you hiding something?”

Bucky’s nostrils flared angrily and the insinuation that he was keeping secrets, but he managed to reign himself back in, stifling another growl with a loud sigh.

“I dunno, Steve.” He admitted. “There’s...a lot I don’t remember. If I’m bein’ honest with you, I’m not even sure why I’m feelin’ so worked up about this.”

Steve nodded. It was a relief to hear that Bucky wasn’t acting this way entirely on purpose, at least.

“You feel okay?” Steve asked. “Not rutting soon, are you?”

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” Bucky snorted. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again. “Is the omega, uh...is she okay?”

“Physically, she doesn’t seem to be too worse for wear,” Bruce said from the kitchen. “The only abnormalities I found in our preliminary blood tests were evidence of the suppressants and the serum. Other than being exhausted and needing to adjust to consciousness again after decades of cryo, she’s fine.”

“Good.” Bucky said, a little too quickly. “I mean...that’s good.”

“She should be awake again by tomorrow. Hopefully, she’ll be up for a longer chat then.”

“You comfortable talking with her?” Steve asked, looking at Bucky. “It might be good for her to see someone else who used to be connected to HYDRA. Might help her ease into everything.”

Bucky gave a nod, already distracted by thoughts of this omega. Was it possible that the girl he saw in his dreams was real? It was hard for him to know what had actually happened to him and what he had imagined, what with HYDRA wiping his memory whenever they felt like it. Ever since he had gained his mental freedom, though, he had been plagued with nightmares, his sleep always filled with the faces of people he had killed.

As time went on, they were getting better, but they never really stopped. He just...didn’t always have to deal with the worst ones. Sometimes, he even got to have dreams that were...nice. Sometimes, he dreamt of a familiar scent, one he couldn’t really place and that he could never remember when he woke up. Sometimes, he dreamt of an omega, with long, dark hair, and the prettiest eyes he could ever imagine. He always saw her in flashes, a smile here, a sigh there, and with no idea as to who she was or where she came from, he had chalked it up to his mind trying to give him some relief from the nightmares. It had to be wishful thinking, and nothing more.

Unless it wasn’t.

He spent a while chatting with Steve and Bruce before retreating to his apartment. With Tony and Pepper gone for the night, spending it in some fancy hotel so that Stark could give a talk at some expo, and most of the others resting after missions, the tower was quiet. It left Bucky too much time to wander and think, and before he knew it, he was making a detour down to Banner’s lab.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he paused. What was he hoping to accomplish, exactly? He didn’t have the kind of clearance that Bruce did. He wouldn’t be able to sneak in, and even if he could, what would he do? Appearing at her bedside would just freak the poor omega out, and that wasn’t the kind of first impression he liked to leave these days.

He shook his head, pressing the button for his floor and leaning back against the elevator wall. He needed to be patient. Tomorrow, when she woke up, he would be able to see her for himself and decide if his weird dreams had any truth to them.

Not that he was getting his hopes up. He shouldn’t, after all. He would just set himself up for disappointment.

Just before the elevator doors slid shut, though, the tiniest, faintest hint of a scent wafted in, and Bucky’s eyes widened. He knew it. He knew that scent, or at least...he used to know it. Somewhere, in a part of his mind that he tried to forget about, he had memories of a peaceful, starry night sky, a hint of pine, and a touch of cinnamon.

Then, the doors closed, and it was gone again, leaving him confused as the elevator rushed upwards.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Starry Eyed

Natasha Romanoff x reader / masterlist

summary; during a meeting, natasha receives rather provocative photos of you, and though she is appreciative of the beauty that renders from the images, it was not the time nor the place for them to be sent / warnings; smut, degradation, mummy kink, use of sex toy, swearing, Dom!nat, oral on sex toy, oral sex (fem receiving) bratty!reader.

She, the infamous black widow prowled out of the meeting room, an intent stern in her emerald pools, as the trained assassin herself headed straight towards her quarters, where she knew her malishka would be, presumably occupying their shared bed with splayed and flamboyant legs that were spread so that whomever entered the domain would see everything on first hand display.

That thought only infuriated the redhead more, and so, with little effort, she thrust the bedroom door open, quickly slamming it behind herself, as she was met with the sight of you, phone in hand as you sat cross legged and completely nude upon the crisp black sheets. The woman licked her lips as she prowled closer, snatching the device out from your untrustworthy hands, and flinging it upon the floor, causing a furrow to erupt on your facial features.

“I was just trying to entertain you, Natasha.” That name earned yourself a quirked brow, and you gulped at the silent yet demanding expression that taunted you, forcing you instinctively to feel small and meek beneath it.

“What was that, whore?” The title made you whimper, as you pressed your thighs together as a means to relieve some tension that was brewing between their partition. A shaky breath withered from your mouth, as it made your bare chest rise, and you didn’t miss the way that Nat’s predatory eyes roamed your body.

“I meant mummy.” It came out as nothing short of a whisper, as you felt the woman loom over you, her dominating shadow reaching out to deliver a sharp and vivid slap to your cheek, spurring a stinging to erupt beneath the skin. “Sorry mummy.”

“Now that is how you should be acting little one, not teasing me like a slut. You realise anyone could have seen your little ‘innocent’ photo shoot, right? I mean Steve was sat right beside me, one glance over and he’d have turned back into a stiff and frozen man, that wouldn’t at all mind being stuck in an erect moment of time because he’d have seen that sweet cunt of mine that resides between those easily spreadable thighs of yours.”

“How can I make it up to you mummy?” The question rang heavy as it slipped off your tongue, your eyes pleadingly gazing up at her. If she weren’t mistaken, she’d think there were stars in your eyes, as they orbited around her, as though she were a planet, the central force and habitat for all life. But with that said, and defined, that wasn’t too far off. She was the hand that spun your universe, reeling it around as your eyes always pictured her, in the galactic realm of your mind, in this room, her red hair splayed around her as she succumbed to some kind of pleasure.

The spectrum of pleasure however was a vast array of different areas when the bedroom was involved. She got off on all sorts; degrading you until there were tears streaming out of your eyes and flowing past your water lines, hearing you beg to be touched. Natasha Romanoff was a wild card, and with her, you never knew what to expect. Though, that was part of the thrill of your relationship and the sexual aspect of it, there was excitement, and a suspense that had you always on edge (sometimes literally), for more.

“I don’t think you can blossom, guess you’re just gonna have to sit there, all patient, if that’s even possible, and watch as mummy gets herself off without your help, denying you of any recollection or release. You’ve been very bad, and I think you deserve to go cold turkey, and see that I don’t need you, you’re nothing more than an accessory to my pleasure.” A dark glare sparked upon her face as she ignorantly walked past you, reaching into the bedside drawer to pull out an object.

It served the same purpose as you apparently did, it was an aid to release, not a necessity. The firm black dildo was gripped in her hand as she walked to stand before you, cocking her deviant head to the side as she smirked down at you. She shifted the weight of the toy in her hand, as she held it out in front of you, the tip probing at your pouting bottom lip, the way the skin squashed under the pressure she applied seemingly amusing to her.

“Usually you have trouble keeping that mouth of yours closed, and now what, you don’t want to open it for mummy?” Her strict taunt had you obliging with her indirect command, widening the stance of your lips as she slipped the plastic subject of the empowered and one sided conversation into you mouth, shallowly thrusting the length into your mouth until it gently hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Natasha then removed it, surveying the moisture that coated the outside of the toy.

“That’ll do, what do you say malishka for me giving you any kind of attention?” You bowed your head, letting out a surrender of a huff as you gazed up at her with obedient and sparkling eyes that held a restraint within their spheres to contain a bratty eye roll.

“Thank you mummy.” The phrase slithered off your lips as you watched, watched, her strut to opposite the bed, the toy in her palm, your oral suffice trailing carelessly upon her skin. She rolled her desk chair open, seating her fine ass upon the furniture, as she fiddled one handedly with her belt, unknotting it, as she shuffled the material of her tight jeans down her legs, kicking them off from her ankles as her bejewelled irises remained latched upon you.

It would be a crime, a punishable one if you were to avert your eyes, and so you maintained eye contact with her undressing body, squirming as she padded her magical, searing fingertips upon the layer of her underwear, before pulling the flimsy material to the side, exposing her superior cunt. She tugged with her pointer finger upon the lips, showing you the rosy colour of her intimate parts that were hidden beneath the flaps; you licked your lips, wanting nothing more than to touch her.

She was cruel, for leaving you starved from any contact, circling her addictive clit as her feline pupils bore into you, as she moved the average sized toy forwards, running the length of it up and down her slit, before plunging it through her entrance, her walls latching onto the lightly ribbed exterior of the item. Her head fell back, as she pushed her clothed chest out, her hips rutting against the movements that she herself orchestrated.

Through her straining lids however, her eyes remained pursed on you, as though you were the one gaining pleasure from her fulfilling actions. You weren’t; that fact was clear enough as an emotional lurching in your chest tried to convince you to disobey the rules, and crawl to her, performing a better release than any toy could conceive. All you had earned considering the circumstances though, was wetness wandering down your thighs, as your clit pulsed to be touched.

“Mummy.” It was a small, almost inaudible plea, but the Black Widow heard, and she silently nodded her head, giving you an allowance of permission to situate yourself closer, and instantly you scrambled to the floor, floundering off the bed, dragging your palms and the bones of your knees upon the carpet, until you had a close up of the dildo being driven in and out of her pussy. A pout remarked upon your lips, all you wanted was a sweet taste of her nurturing essence, but you refrained from whisking your head forwards and taking what you wanted, no matter how loud that devil on your shoulder spoke. “So pretty.”

“Ya think?” There was smugness in her tone, poisoning it with her own twist as her dewy chin, bent up, a small moan courting out of the column of her throat as her spare hand reached down and fiddled with her priceless pearl, rotating small spirals around it, to bring her closer to her edge. To reply, you eagerly nodded, taking full advantage of your position as you watched her pussy clamp murderously down on the dildo, as deep hums evaded from within her.

You could see how the muscles of her thighs tightened, an extended sound emitting from her as she reached her beautiful peak, gifting herself a couple more thrust of the toy before pulling it out, and revealing how soaked it was. She held it out to you, and instantly, you knew what you had to do, it was practically like deja vu, the only difference was you knew that you had already done this, it wasn’t a familiar feeling prying at the edges of your mind, cursing you with confusion and derelict. No, you had lubed the length up for her to use, and now you were to be the wipe that cleansed it too.

This was the part you were more eager for though; to taste her. “Get on with it.” She roughly carded her talented fingers through your hair, delivering a spiteful tug to your scalp, as she hoisted your face closer to the tool, and intently stared as you opened your mouth, allowing it passage way through the obscene cavern. You gulped any remnants of her cum down, swirling your tongue around the ribbing, delightfully moaning at the feeling of her flavour running down your throat. Just as you were about to take it further down your throat, Natasha pulled you off the plastic with a pop. “That’s not the only thing that needs cleaning up little one.”

The explicit message was perfectly delivered, as your attention quickly grazed away from the dildo to her pussy, that clenched instinctively from your hungry glare. Diving in tongue first was no hassle, this had been what you were waiting for, and finally, finally, you had received the luxury to taste her nectar from the source. Your tongue run up the insides of her parted thighs, cleaning any spillage instantly up, tracing up to her lips, that you sucked into your mouth, replacing her cum with your saliva, not that she at all minded.

“I think you need to be a bit more thorough y/n.” She was serious, she had used your name, and thus, instead of teasing her folds with the tip off your tongue, you smushed your face as close as humanly possible, swiping against her clit many a time, switching to prodding at her entrance, sinking the part of you inside of her, as you grasped the beneath of her killer legs to give yourself more leverage. This was a miracle,it was practically a God’s feast laid out before you, already previously roused from cooking itself under a blithering sun. But now, it was enduring a pink flame, that you roasted her with, humming as your tongue lapped half obsessively at her insides.

“Fuck!” The red head hollered, tangling both hands into your locks, shoving you closer and smearing the most intimate part of herself along your chin. As she continued to pry at your hair, you moaned into her, sending an echo to rivet through her whole skeleton, making the assassin spill her arsenal into your mouth, as you accepted its token, and drank it down, shaking your head lightly as Nat loosened her grip on your head, slumping back into the chair, slightly rolling backwards, though you trailed after, keeping your face buried between her thighs.

She had to pull you off, and whence she did so, she swore there were stars glittering like sequins in your pretty eyes, dancing along the rims of the windows into your soul, like two ghosts, forever mingling their bodies against each other, in order to spend eternity as one. “Did I do a good job mummy?” You knew you had, her skin was pink and peachy, and she released a heavy and withheld sigh, as she traced your jaw, pulling you up for a kiss. As she tasted herself in the corners of your mouth, she smiled lightly, enjoying the taste half as much as you.

“Yes baby, but it doesn’t make up for your little stunt. I’m going to be taking some pictures of your body on my own, and if you ever, and I mean ever, try and distract me from important business again, I swear to you that I will make a whole PowerPoint of them for my team to sit through, and whenever you pass Clint or Tony or anyone else in the halls, you will known that they’ve seen far more than those starry eyes of yours.”

It wasn’t an empty threat, it was a focalised promise. She would definitely expose you if you were to distract her again during any important meeting or debriefings, but a part of you was not entirely opposed to that... She would get jealous if she heard anyone else talk about your body, and her own emotions would be induced by her own vowed actions, and you would receive a brunt of a force to stabilise her frustrations. Now the consequences of the consequences didn’t sound so bad...

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

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the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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guess what i’m about to say?

stay hydrated pals

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