7 Works by violetsteve
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Roy lets out a soft laugh, pressing his forehead against Jamie’s as he closes his eyes.
“Yeah,” Roy agrees. “And you’ve got two good knees. That’s fucking embarrassing for you.”
Jamie lets out a loud laugh, jostling Roy a bit where they’re connected. “Fuck off, dickhead. You complain all the time about how exhausting Phoebe is. All grumbly and fond.”
“Maybe,” Roy gives, easing a little bit further into Jamie’s grip. He can feel one of Jamie’s hands playing with the small hairs on the back of his neck—fingers smoothing and then pulling in an intoxicating rhythm. It’s soothing, Jamie’s touch. It’s soothing and lovely in a way so many things in Roys life aren’t.
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Don't wanna be the one hanging on the phone by violetsteve
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
06 Feb 2023
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Eddie looks so much like a gremlin in this moment that it makes Robin cackle. Eddie is being an absolute weirdo, and she turns to share in her delight with Steve, only—
Jesus fuck does she regret looking over at him. Steve is very obviously paying attention to Eddie’s actions right now, just like Robin had been, but there’s a very definite difference to the kind of attention Steve is paying.
Steve’s eyes are already hooded and slightly unfocused when Robin looks over, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his index and middle finger tap a staccato rhythm against his thigh and—
“Steve, gross,” Robin whispers harshly, her whole body recoiling.
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He flicks his gaze up, away from Eddie’s lips up to his eyes and he has to fight back a groan. Eddie looks fucking wrecked and Steve hasn’t even kissed him yet. His eyes are wide and wild, his pupils blown and there’s a scarlet flush in his cheeks. He’s fucking panting against Steve’s face and he can’t take it any more. He really, really can’t. He has to kiss him—screw anticipation, screw driving Eddie past the brink. He needs and he needs now.
“Eddie,” Steve practically gasps. “Eddie, please.” Steve squeezes his eyes shut as his body unconsciously rocks forward, seeking even more of Eddie out. “Wanna kiss you so bad, please say I can, please—”
Or, Steve likes Eddie a lot. They make out about it.
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It’s a Thursday when Steve decides he’s had enough. There’s nothing exceptional about the day—he worked the morning shift with Robin, got burgers with Dustin and Erica after, and drove to Eddie’s for movie night after that.
It’s literally just a Thursday.
But he’s sitting on a couch that’s seen better days, pressed against Eddie from knee to shoulder as the last few embers of a forgotten joint burn out in the ashtray on the low table in front of them and Steve has had enough.
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Not Another Car in Sight by violetsteve
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
09 Feb 2022
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Yes. A car. Because Steve had fluttered his goddamned eyelashes at Tony and said, “I’ve always wanted to make love in the back of one of your fancy cars,” and—despite Tony knowing it probably wouldn’t work how Steve had pictured it—Tony hadn’t ever had a chance of saying no to him.
Plus, he had to admit, the idea of Steve fucking him in a cramped back seat—slick skin sliding together, hot, panting breaths fogging up the windows, and the frenzied, desperate rush that would go through him at so little movement, at being practically trapped with Steve in such a small, intimate space—had been oddly appealing.
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“Steven Grant Rogers, I love you so fucking much. Like, a ridiculous amount. It’s honestly embarrassing. Like, a never-admit-to-anyone-under-pain-of-death amount—“
“Tony.”
“God, you’re impatient—“
“Tony,” and this time Steve’s words were little more than a growl that should not have affected Tony as much as they did. He had to fight down the urge to squirm.
“Steven Grant Rogers,” Tony repeated, stopping whatever rant he could see building in the back of Steve’s throat. “Will you marry me?”
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It's Always You, by violetsteve
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel
29 Mar 2020
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“You what, Steve? You wanted to see if I still cared? If showing up out of the blue covered in blood would get some kind of reaction out of me? If I still woke up in the middle of the night terrified that whatever unnamed thing you do is gonna end up killing you? If the thought of you winding up in a ditch somewhere kept me up at night? Because it does!” More than anything, Tony wanted to pull himself away—rip himself out of Steve’s grip and tell him to fuck off—but Tony was so, so very weak when it came to Steve Rogers, so all he ended up doing was bringing his own hands up to twist into the front of Steve’s ruined shirt. “Please, Steve,” Tony choked out, squeezing his eyes shut as his fists clenched harder, the knuckles turning white. “You can’t keep doing this to me, I can’t-”
“I love you.”
Tony felt his whole body go rigid, his eyes snapping open to meet Steve’s gaze as his breath caught in his throat.
“What?” He breathed.