august

12 days of christmas by @familyvideostevie

↳ mix of christmas fics with steve and eddie, each one is so good 💕

🎆EDDIE MUNSON🎆

she drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

↳ one-shot, enemies to lovers aka the most superior trope to ever exsist

gold rush by @marvelsswansong

↳ one-shot, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn, pining, amazing story 💙

knocked up by @whoahoney

↳ one-shot, surprise!!! they're having a baby 👶

a special surprise by/@/whoahoney

↳ one-shot, 18+, this is so hot i can't even

🎆STEVE HARRINGTON🎆

no good at waiting by/ @/familyvideostevie

↳ series, 18+, a farmer's market au, enemies to friends to lovers, bit angsty and so bloody good!

let the kisses linger by @stevebabey

↳ one-shot, just thinking about this fic makes me go screaming crying throwing up, i love it!

hearts on the telephone line by @t-lostinworlds

↳ one-shot, hurt/comfort, i just wanna hold my babey steve and never let him go :')

dead wrong by @lucasnclair

↳ one-shot, best friends to lovers, 10/10, will be reading again 😌

this fic by @sanguineterrain

↳ one-shot, in the end we're all just feral little things who have the hots for one steve harrington

starry eyed smile by @luveline

↳ one-shot, christmas fic, friends to lovers, a pleasure to read 😌

stevie, baby by @roanniom

↳ one-shot, 18+, this is the literal dream

itty bitty pretty by @//t-lostinworlds

↳ one-shot, 18+, i lost my mind at some point while reading this and i haven't seen it since 🤷‍♀️

🎆ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🎆

king of my heart by @croimilis

↳ one-shot, pilot!reader, pining friends to lovers, idiots in love, i love everything about this!!

fall by @demxters

↳ series, childhood friends to lovers, i swear they only reason for bob floyd to exist is so people can write friends to lovers fic about him. and i will read every single one of them. especially those as good as this one!

candy by @bussyslayer333

↳ one-shot, 18+, barista!reader, i am in love with cute glasses guy and i am in love with this fic

office christmas party by @//notroosterbradshaw

↳ one-shot, this is so fun 😁😁

make it proper (part 2) by @rassvetsky

↳ two-shot, this story is a proper banger

perfect by @footprintsinthesxnd

↳ one-shot, pregnant!reader, just a lazy morning with our fave baby 😌

this fic by @rhettabbotts

↳ one-shot, he's just too adorable for his own and our good

🎆BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🎆

steady by @callsignvalley

↳ series, bartender!reader, slow burn friends to lover, this is a sequel to a great jake series tailspin, i highly encourage you to read both!

golden hour by @//callsignvally

↳ one shot, 18+, Mae back at it again with a bloody banger 😌

g.u.y. by@notroosterbradshaw

↳ one shot, 18+, whenever i see Cass' url on my dash, i drop everything i'm doing and go read. i may be a tad bit obssesed but these stories are just so good

this fic by@//notroosterbradshaw

↳ one shot, 18+, CAUTION! content is hot

looking for somebody (to love) by @//bussyslayer333

↳ one shot, 18+ i am just looking for somebody (bradley bradshaw) to love (please i am begging)

and so it goes by @laracrofted

↳ one shot, 18+, delicious 😚

nice list by @youlightmeupfinn

↳ one shot, wife!reader, i sure hope santa can't read my mind cause my thoughts about this man are anything but nice 😈

concerned neighbour by @mothdruid

↳ one shot, 18+, it's really important to have a good relationship with your neighbours 👀👀

(christmas) baby please come home by @gretagerwigsmuse

↳ one shot, 18+, such a good fic!

november air by @fanboygarcia

↳ one shot, i am okay, i swear :')

i'm obssesed with you by @simpforrooster

↳ one shot, jake may be a little shit but he has good intentions!

🎆JAKE 'HANGMAN' SARESIN🎆

sugar and spice by @wombtotombx

↳ series, female OC, enemies to lover, slow burn, i don't read many OC fic but i loved this with everything i have

have you heard the good word? by @sebsxphia

↳ one shot, 18+, this man is gonna be the death of me i swear. but what a way to go

🎆MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA🎆

my cup runneth over by @rae-gar-targaryen

↳ one shot, i love that guy so much 😭😭

🎆PETER PARKER🎆

3:00 am by @thegirlintheswivelchair

↳ one-shot, what does a girl gotta do for peter parker to be her human teddy bear??? asking for myself

white lies, red & blue tights by @//t-lostinworlds

↳ one-shot, college!au, we love matching halloween costimes <333

tread carefully by @bi-disaster-yn

↳ one-shot, neighbour!peter, this is what i like to call a masterpiece 😌

bloody love by @parkerpeter24

↳ two-shot, tasm!peter, my poor little heart :(((((

can we always be this close? by @writingwithbee

↳ one-shot, tasm!peter, just AHHHHHHHHH

🎆BUCKY BARNES🎆

uptown boy by @viperbarnes

↳ one-shot, 18+, 40s!bucky, what a great piece of work that was!!

we fell in love in october by @buckycuddlebuddy

↳ series, farmer!bucky, imagine putting on your fave sweater right after wash, still smelling of clean laundry and then sitting under your cosiest blanket, that's what reading this series feels like

strategic fit by @indyluckycharlie

↳ one-shot, 18+, corporate!au, coworker!bucky, AND I OOP-

steal blue by @//rassvetsky

↳ one-shot, 18+, exes to lovers, can you hear me scream???

🎆STEVE ROGERS🎆

almost by @neonovember

↳ one-shot, 18+, is it hot in here or it it just this fic 🥵🥵🥵

love on the brain by @anika-ann

↳ series, criminal minds crossover, THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER I LOVE THIS SO MUCH PLS GO READ IT THANK YOU

🎆TOM HOLLAND 🎆

it's (a) november baby by @//t-lostinworlds

↳ one-shot, 18+, no nut november fics will never be not funny

you're in love by @userholland

↳ one-shot, best idiot friends to lover, i need tom to be my wedding date and by that i mean i need to wife that man up

happy hollandays 2022 by @//userholland

↳ series, different christmas related fics with various aus, each one better than the last one!

🎆NATHAN DRAKE🎆

maron by @toms-gf

↳ one-shot, go ahead rip my heart out :')

🎆RHETT ABBOTT🎆

to the nines by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one-shot, childhood friend!reader, this>>>>>>>>

the christmas gift by @//bradshawbaby

↳ one-shot, wife!reader, this is crazy how i claim i don't ever want to have kids but i would pop out a soccer team for this man if he asked

🎆AARON HOTCHNER🎆

love, an abstract concept by @luveline

↳ one-shot, this is so wholesome i love this so very much!!!

🎆RANSOM DRYSDALE🎆

merry christmas by @anika-ann

Therefore, he was patient with you when you couldn’t find the words to tell him who the guy was you saw crossing the street in front of you.

“Darlin’, you practically froze up. I could feel your heart pounding through my hand.”

“Please, Bobby. Please can we go home?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

During the first months of your relationship the sex with Bob came naturally and willfully. He was incredible. He was so fucking incredible and you craved his touch more and more. But one thing you couldn’t work out is if you craved his touch because it made little whimpers fall from your lips, or because you needed it for security.

However, the thick haze from your previous relationship was wearing off with each passing day. Feelings and emotions you had pushed deep down had the lid thrown off and they were slowing seeping out. Like a leaking tap getting looser and looser, and one day, it was inevitably going to burst.

Memories from the relationship started to come back and flood your mind. Horrible situations you had all but forgotten suddenly arose to the forefront and you caught yourself crying over the kitchen sink at night before Bob came home on multiple occasions.

Although you loved your dear Bobby and you trusted him with your heart and soul, physical sensations started to catch you off guard and your mind reversed back to your previous relationship. Bob ghosted his fingertips over your breasts, running his thumb and forefinger over your nipples and you instinctively brought your forearms over your breasts as to cover yourself. To protect yourself from harm.

You stood in the shower with Bob and he towered over you and gripped feverishly onto your shoulders. Bob pushed you against the wet shower tiles to press kisses all over your collarbones and breasts and you instinctively repeated the same protective motion as before. You ducked your head to cradle him upwards and kiss you instead. You wanted to guide Bob away from there, away from the area that you recognized only as painful.

You both came home from a date night. You were a bottle of wine down between the two of you and your messy make out ended with both of you falling onto the sofa in a heap with limbs tangling up in each other. Bob broke from the teeth clashing kiss to hurriedly remove his trousers as he knelt in between your spread thighs. He threw his trousers haphazardly behind your head, aiming for the end of the sofa however, his sturdy belt got caught in your hair and your head was whipped to the side.

The leaking tap had finally burst.

Your arms shot up to cover your breasts and you felt a bile pool deep in your stomach. You wanted to be sick. You’d never felt such nausea and quicker than you could catch your breath, you were craning your neck over the sofa and spewing up the bile.

Bob yelled your name in fear and scrambled from his position to hold back your hair that had already caught some of your sick. One of Bob’s hands cradled your head so you were able to vomit without anything getting caught in your throat.

The next moments were a blurred and slurred memory. Your shaking frame was lifted from the sofa and carried gently upstairs. Bob was careful not to knock any part of your body on the way up, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll. You could feel the soft linen bedsheets underneath your legs, the same ones Bob changed fresh this morning. Your ears picked up the sound of Bob running the tap in your en-suite and then you felt the cold water drip down your throat, covering the burning acidity and cooling it.

And then you came to, as if you had woken up from a horrid and violent nightmare. You were pressed against Bob’s bare chest and it was warm. It was so warm. The skin on skin contact with Bob soothed you, like applying ointment to a cruel and nasty burn that was blistering harshly. His arms were locked around your torso and shoulders, holding you against him. There was a soothing rocking motion and his fingers were sporadically spread over your back, drawing lazy shapes. Occasionally you felt his fingers cut through your hair and graze over your temple.

You never told Bob about your previous relationship and you couldn’t face it right now. You couldn’t bare to disclose the gory details to someone as sweet and as soft as Bob. He didn’t deserve to hear those vile things. Perhaps you had rationalized in your head that it wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be and you were just over reacting. That what you thought had happened, hadn’t, and you were never hurt in the first place. And lastly, you didn’t want to burden Bob with such minimal issues.

But your Bob, your dear and loving Bob could see straight through the wall of illusion you held up and he knew you were hurting.

Bob craned his head down to match your gaze, your eyelashes fluttering open as if you were blinking away the glassy look you’d held for the past thirty minutes.

“There you are, my love.”

“What happened?”

“You kinda just- just passed out. You were still conscious, but your whole body went limp. Vomited a bit too.”

Your eyes went wide and you swallowed at Bob’s startling words, recognizing the acidic taste that lined your throat. You stirred from Bob’s tight hold. You needed to get up and clean it.

“Hey, hey. Stay here, darlin’. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

Bob nuzzled his nose against your forehead as you came back to rest on his chest. He could feel your tight back muscles release underneath him as you relaxed against him. He removed one hand from your back to nimbly tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He kept his hand there and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over the rise of your supple cheek. You looked up at Bob and matched his safe blue eyes. Crystal clear blue eyes that would protect you until you took your final breath.

“Talk to me.” Bob murmured. His voice was an octave above a whisper and his Southern drawl peeked out.

“I- I don’t know where to start.”

“Tell me what you remember. I’ll always listen to you.”

Amongst Bob’s many traits that made him a good Navy pilot, good enough to fly for Top Gun, one of them was that he could people watch and read people notoriously well. That’s how he came to notice you for the first time in a coffee shop just outside of Fightertown. Bob sat in the corner ignoring his team mates conversations and zoned in on you instead, the sweetheart sat in the opposite corner to him.

Bob had a sixth sense for noticing little details that most people would miss, therefore he became incredibly attentive to watching you from day one. He watched your little quirks as you flipped through your book, occasionally annotating it, the way you sipped the same side of your coffee cup every time.

He watched you when you physically recoiled, your face contorting into a painful wince as you saw that stranger crossing the street in front of you a couple of months ago. Bob was a man of patience and he understood that he had to earn your trust, that right, that privilege for you to tell him.

“Who hurt you, sweetheart? Was it him?”

But Bobby already knew. He knew the bitter answer that caused a sickness to swirl like a horrid and devastating ocean storm in his stomach.

“Did he touch you? Did he fucking touch you?”

Bob’s voice didn’t get louder. How could he ever be angry at you. It wasn’t your fault. It never was.

Your lip wobbled, your chin quivering in turn and the glassy gaze of your eyes shattered as tears broke the corners of your eyes and streamed over your cheeks. You buried your face back into Bob’s shoulder, encompassing yourself in his radiating warmth and inhaling his familiar scent of peppermint and lavender. Bob returned to the soothing rocking motion as your body was wracked with shaking sobs in Bob’s arms.

“Shh, my love. It’s okay. You’re safe with me. I’ll never hurt you, ever, darlin’.”

You let out another shaky breath and scrunched up the soft blanket that was lying underneath you with your quivering hands. Bob had ensured the tone and environment was calm and safe for you tonight. There was a velvety soft blanket underneath your naked body, one that you could wrap around your arms or stomach when you felt vulnerable underneath Bob.

Candles were lit in your shared bedroom, emitting low lighting and smells that flooded your nostrils and relaxed you into your plush mattress. A playlist you both conjured up was playing quietly in the corner. Music you could draw your attention back to and focus on if you felt your mind start to drift back to memories more sinister. The duvet and pillows were covered in fresh linen that smelt like your sweet Bobby.

Bob carefully ghosted his fingertips over yours as they held tightly onto the blanket. He took your hands in his and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“Keep your eyes on me if you can, sweetheart. Remember, I’m going to tell you everything I’m doing. You can use your safe word at any time, even now if you wanted to.”

You gave him a small nod and Bob gave your hands another light squeeze.

“Words, my love. I need to know.”

It was part of your agreement. The agreement and conversation you had sometime after that night when you told Bob everything. You wanted to have sex with your Bobby again, more than anything, but you knew it would take some coaxing from yourself. So you both agreed on what you needed to feel safe again, to feel loved again. Communication and Bob hearing you say “yes” or “no” was part of it.

“Yes, baby. I hear you. Thank you.”

“Good girl.”

You could feel a small flurry of butterflies work through your stomach at Bob’s sweet praise. You’d missed him dearly and you were excited at the prospect of making love to him again.

Bob’s hands still held onto yours and you could feel his familiar warmth radiate through your own fingertips. Bob brought your hands up to his chest and placed your hands on his own chest. Bob hovered over you and you could feel his heartbeat thrumming away rhythmically underneath his rib cage.

You took a deep breath. You allowed your breathing to flow and match up to Bob’s.

Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment. All you could feel was Bob’s steady and reassuring heartbeat and his comforting warmth.