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theoreticslut · 2 years

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「 like she hung the stars 」

steve harrington x fem reader

summary: although you’ve been with steve for nearly a year, you can’t help but wonder if he’s using you as a stand-in for nancy.

requested: yes

word count: 3.1k

warnings: pretty angsty but it has a cute, fluffy-ish ending; mentions of alcohol consumption & being drunk, insecure relationship, pet names (baby, babe & sweetheart), mention of future relationship, mention of marriage & children

a/n: this request was so cute!! i had to write it asap, & i’m lowkey in love with it if i do say so. it’s really kind of angsty the entire way through, but there’s a cute ending. i really have a hard time leaving a fic ansgty. it’s a weakness of mine. anyways, i hope you all like this! Xx

It’s been well over an hour since you and Steve arrived at this house party, which has given you plenty enough time to drink your fair share of the spiked punch. It was potent, but it was drinkable, and it got you drunk which is all you wanted.

You hadn’t ever told Steve that you felt insecure in your relationship, mainly because the reasoning behind it felt silly. He had asked you out a few months after he and Nancy broke up last year, which shouldn’t be of any concern, but you had seen them while they were together. It was clear that Steve loved her - deeper than you’d ever thought possible.

Having noticed this, you couldn’t stop the thought of him still loving her - even though he was currently with you - from settling in the recesses of your mind. You couldn’t stop the thought from tormenting you late at night, even when he slept beside you.

Within the last few months the thought had only become more incessant, tormenting you not just late at night anymore, but throughout the day as you went about your classes and your clubs, even when you sat around talking with him and his friends. It was exhausting, but you couldn’t easily ignore it anymore. Not when you’ve been finding Steve staring at her more and more whenever she was around.

Hence why you’re getting drunk off of shitty punch at some house party that you’re not even sure who’s throwing. You were simply tagging along with Steve, and even he had wandered off from you.

At first it was fine, you knew he was popular around school and it had been a few months since he graduated. You figured he was just catching up with old friends and classmates.

Within the last half hour though, you spotted him chatting with Nancy and her boyfriend, Jonathan. You didn’t want to think anything of it, knowing they were trying to be friends, but as you watch him laughing and smiling at Nancy, you can’t help the ache that settles in your heart.

Not thinking much of it, you find yourself taking a deep breath before cautiously making your way over to the small group. You didn’t want to come off as insecure or jealous, but you couldn’t sit back and watch the scene any longer. Figuring that you’d test the waters by nonchalantly approaching them, you do just that.

Although worried that Steve might get upset with you joining them, you’re relieved when he smiles as you come up next to him. Wrapping an arm around your waist, you let your head rest on his chest as he continues talking.

“No, th-that’s really cool, man. I hope you like it.” Steve comments, replying to something that had been said before you came over.

“Yeah, I-I do. It’s nice. Pays decent enough, you know?” Jonathan mumbles, chuckling awkwardly as Steve nods.

Without even being a part of the conversation you can tell it’s been awkward like this for some time.

“Nance is actually, uh, looking to apply there this summer too.”

“Really? That’s awesome. I mean, y-you do like journalism. I’m sure it’ll be, you know, a great fit.” Steve mentions, Nancy nodding politely with a terse smile on her lips.

“‘M gonna get another drink, Steve.” You murmur, wanting to leave the awkward aura of their conversation. That and you really don’t care to hear how much Steve knows about Nancy.

“You’re not done with this one though?” He questions, having noticed your cup was still about half full when you first came over here.

Tilting it to make sure he hadn’t seen it incorrectly, he frowns when he realizes it’s actually more than half full. Only then does he notice just how much you’re leaning against him for support while your eyes are half closed.

“Baby, are you drunk?”

“No, just tired.” You huff, your speech sluggish as you answer him.

As you do so, though, you attempt to take a step back to look at him, but you stumble and spill your drink all over yourself.

“Shit. Let’s get you cleaned up, baby. Yeah?” He questions, taking the cup from your hand as he holds you up.

“Sorry guys.” You hear him apologize to Nancy and Jonathan and you can’t help but feel a little hurt.

You know it’s irrational, he’s essentially just excusing the two of you from the conversation, but in your intoxicated state you feel like he’s ashamed of you - like you’re an embarrassment he didn’t want them to see.

As the thought settles in your head, you pay no attention as Steve leads you through the crowded house to find the bathroom upstairs. You don’t even realize you’re in the bathroom until he closes the door behind the two of you, starting to�� look for a cloth he can wet and dab your shirt with.

“I don’t know how you’ve been drinking that punch all night, sweetheart. Shit’s strong.” He chuckles as he crinkles his nose at the smell of the cup as he tosses it out.

“Not that bad.” You mumble, staring at your hands as you sit on the sink counter while he continues searching for a cloth.

“Aha, found it.” Steve smiles, not even acknowledging that you said anything. Truthfully you’re not even sure he heard you, but it doesn’t matter.

You watch as Steve wets the cloth, squeezing the excess water out of it before he brings his attention to you and the stain on your shirt.

“You liked this shirt, too, babe. You gotta be careful.” He comments, voice gentle as he begins to dab at the stain, holding the material away from your body as he carefully presses the wet cloth to it.

You figure he’s just talking to fill the silence so you let him, not worrying about responding.

“‘M not sure how well this is going to come out, but we’re going to try, okay?”

~.~

Steve frowns lightly when he doesn’t hear anything from you. He wasn’t expecting a long answer of any sorts, in fact he wasn’t even expecting a single word, but he did expect a little hum or something from you.

Bringing his attention to your face, he realizes you’re staring at your shirt as he works, but that your mind is somewhere else entirely.

“What’re you thinking about, sweetheart?” He murmurs, continuing to work on the material in his hands, using a hand to lift your chin to look at him briefly.

“What’s on that pretty little mind of yours, huh?”

He can’t stop the small smile that comes to his lips as he glances up at you, taking a moment to realize just how pretty you are sitting here.

“Nothin’.”

“Nothing? You sure, baby?” He frowns, having noticed how your shoulders dropped when you answered him, not to mention the fact that you started wringing your hands together - a nervous habit of yours.

He doesn’t like the idea of you keeping something from him, especially if it’s something that upsets you.

“Do you love me?” You suddenly question, voice seeming scared.

“Do I lov-? Of course I love you, y/n.” He splutters, not sure where this would have come from.

“Why would you think I don’t, sweetheart?”

“You’ve just, you’ve been watching Nancy a lot when she’s around.” You mumble, still wringing your hands together as Steve settles his hands either side of you on the counter, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he frowns.

He can’t help the ache that begins in his chest as he listens to you already sounding defeated. Scanning over your face, he can’t help but sigh deeper when he realizes you won’t look at him.

“Will you look at me, y/n?”

~.~

You can feel him watching you still as you softly shake your head, being too anxious to do so if he’s going to study you, which you know he will. He may have portrayed himself as an asshole most of his life, but deep down he’s always been a softie, taking great care to notice things about those he cares for.

He doesn’t like hurting people, which is why he’s so meticulous when it comes to reading others emotions. He doesn’t want to miss something.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her, like she’s the moon on an otherwise dark night. You look at her like she hung the stars in the sky…” you start, needing to get all of this off your chest.

You can’t hold onto the ache any longer without some sort of an answer. You can handle the hurt that would come if he does still love her, but you can’t bear this ache of not knowing if he actually loves you like he says he does.

“It’s…it’s the same way you looked at her when you were dating. When you loved her.” You murmur, feeling your throat tighten up with the threat of tears.

Taking a moment to breathe through the onslaught of emotion, you will the ache of threatened tears to fade away so you can finish your thoughts. You need to tell him how you’ve been feeling, not smother them into coercion.

“I can’t shake the feeling that you maybe still love her. That I’m just…a placeholder until you can have her again.”

A silence falls in the small bathroom as you get the words out, only glancing up to him to see if he’s still listening. At the extended lull of conversation, you feel your stomach start to twist with dread.

You had a feeling that you were simply a distraction for him, but you didn’t want to admit it, afraid that if you did it’d make it a reality.

“I’m not going to lie…” he starts, clearing his throat.

“I do still love her, and I think a part of me always will. She woke me up from the dreamworld I lived in for so many years.”

You nod, a fat, unannounced tear falling from your eye straight to your anxiously-tangled hands.

“But I’m with you, sweetheart, and I plan to stay with you until you get sick of me.” He smiles, grabbing one of your hands in his and squeezing to let you know he’s there with you.

A moment passes without a word before he lifts your chin up with a finger of his free hand so he can meet your eyes.

Finding them filled with fat, unshed tears, he frowns with an aching heart. Wiping the tears away as they begin to fall over your lash line, he brings his lips to your forehead with a soft kiss.

“I am so sorry to have made you feel this way, sweetheart. I never meant to make you feel so insecure in our relationship. I love you, and I don’t ever want you to feel like I don’t.”

“Nancy and I are in the past and I know it. I accept it. I wasn’t what she wanted, and that’s okay. She left me so I could find you, and everyday I’m happier because of it. You make me happy, baby, and I don’t want you to forget that.”

“I-if that’s true, then why have you been watching her so much? Why are you so awkward around her?” You question, sniffling as occasional tears still roll down your cheeks.

“I watch her because I do still love her and wonder what would have happened if things worked out, but I know she’s happy with Jonathan so I let it be. Her and I are done, y/n, I promise you.”

“If she were to say she still loved you too, would you go back to her?”

“I don’t know.” Steve sighs as you nod, heart feeling as if it’s cracking a little more as you drop your head back down to look at your lap.

“I’m not sure she ever really loved me if I’m honest. I was a shit boyfriend to her, baby, and she realized that. She’s the one who ended the relationship in search of something better, and I don’t blame her one bit. I needed a wake up call and she gave me that.”

“She gave me the push I needed to change myself and be a better person so I can be better to you. I want to be better for you, and I don’t think I could leave you just because of her saying she still loves me. You mean the world to me, sweetheart.”

~.~

Steve simply watches as you nod at his words and he can tell you don’t believe him. He doesn’t blame you, knowing how ruthless invasive, insecure thoughts can be. He especially knows how hard it is to let go of them when you’ve got actions to back them up.

It pains him to think he was feeding into your insecurities of the relationship by watching Nancy. He never meant anything by it. He was simply thinking of the “what if’s,” but he never once thought about leaving you for those daydreams.

He knows that they’re irrational anyway. Him and Nancy don’t work, and even after he’s bettered himself, he’s positive that it still wouldn’t work between them.

You and him on the other hand? He can see you two working out. He can see himself marrying you and settling down here in Hawkins - or wherever you want to go. He can see the two of you having children together, both of you running around outside with them with wide smiles on your faces.

He can see himself making you coffee before you’re even awake only so he can wake you up with it and a kiss day after day for the rest of his life, and he can see himself loving you even when the two of you are old and gray. He can see himself with you, and he only hopes you can see it too.

Watching you sit here, though, heart breaking in front of him on the counter in the bathroom of some long-forgotten house party, he can’t help but feel like he’s screwed everything up. He loves you and yet you so easily believe that he loves someone else.

“Y/n, I love you. I love you more than I ever thought possible, and it honestly scares me.”

He can see you let out a shaky breath even though you’re refusing to look at him. He’s sure his words are simply going in one ear and out the other because you’re already convinced that he doesn’t love you even though he’s been trying to prove otherwise.

“I can see us getting married sometime down the road, you know?” He mentions, voice soft as he lets himself be vulnerable with you.

Sure he’s been honest with you about everything so far, but he hasn’t been vulnerable. He’s been trying to reassure you with empty words instead of letting you see how he actually feels.

“I think about our wedding quite often actually,” he chuckles, embarrassed to admit that fact.

“I think of how it’ll be filled with everyone who loves us and wants us to be happy. I think about that first dance we’ll have together, and how I’ll say something cheesy just to get you to smile and laugh as we pretend there’s no one else in the room.”

“I think about all the planning we’d have to do for it, and how I want to be there for every part of it. I don’t want you to do all the planning and stressing when it’s just as much my day as it is yours. I mean, it’ll be the day I marry the love of my life. How could I leave all the planning for such an important day to one person when I’m the only one who can answer for what I want?”

“I mean, what if you choose seat covers with a bow and I want simple seats with personalized place cards?” He asks, smiling when he hears you chuckle at the absurdity.

“I can see us sharing that first kiss as husband and wife, and it makes me all jittery inside at the sheer happiness it brings me.”

~.~

“I can see this, y/n. I can see us, and I never once saw it with Nancy.”

“With Nance, it was more of a ‘I see us sitting at lunch together’ thing than it was a ‘I see us, still married at the age of 85’ thing.”

You can’t help the little snort that leaves your lips as you think of yourself and Steve at 85 years old. It surprises you, but you find it easy to see the picture yourself. You’ve never thought much about it, too afraid that it’d be getting your hopes up, but you can see yourself marrying Steve and it makes your stomach tingle and your chest feel light.

“All the big stuff, though? I see you at my side for all of it, y/n.” Steve finishes and you take the risk to look up at him.

Meeting his eyes you catch a glimpse of uncertainty within him. He can see this, but he worries that you can’t, and for some reason that’s enough for you to believe him.

Laughing at how pitiful you must look, you wipe at your cheeks before you grab one of his hands, playing with his fingers as he watches you. You love him, and for the first time in a long time you believe that he loves you too.

“Just for the record,” you start, blushing a bit as you think about the words about to leave your mouth and the sheer absurdity of it all.

“I think specialized place cards are a must, and that seat covers with bows are terribly tacky.”

Looking up at him as you pause your anxious playing with his fingers, you watch as a smile breaks out on his face, wider than you’ve ever seen from him as he laughs in disbelief.

“I love you, y/n. I love you so fucking much.” He smiles, not hesitating to bring his hands up to your jaw as he kisses you fiercely and yet still so soft.

You can feel all the heartache he was feeling at your admission through the kiss, just like you can feel all the happiness inflating him now. He wants you, and you’ve never felt more sure of that fact.

As he keeps his lips on yours, although the kiss grows softer and more smiley, you feel your heart slowly being glued back together, and you can’t help but smile at the realization that all you needed was a little bravery and honesty in order to feel so secure with him. It’s a new feeling, but one that’s pleasantly welcomed as you let yourself completely melt into the kiss - and into Steve - for the first time since he asked you out.

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nottobehornyonthemain · 1 year

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I’m just going to throw my hat into the ring about Steve’s parents because I’m bored. But like, Let’s spice up the level of shitty parenting.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who’s actually a professional. Steve has said that she’s “super well respected” and, for as much as the fandom likes to play him as a dumbass, you don’t put people whoes only achievement is being a jealous housewife on your résumé, especially when you have another parent with a notable (ostensibly white collar) career.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who’s a news anchor, or a lawyer. Give me a Mrs. Harrington who worked her ass off to be taken seriously by men for the entire late 50’s and early 60’s. Give me a young, ambitious woman with hazel eyes at a mixer for the company she’s working for in Chicago one night, who caught the eye of the charismatic man with ridiculous fluffy brown hair.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who grew up with a veteran father who never really seemed to care. Give me a little boy waiting, every day, for his dad’s letters, waiting for his father Otis to get back from this horrible war. And then he does, and he’s a hero, and suddenly it’s like nothing his son does is worth his notice. When he’s 15 and gets into his first fight? Otis doesn’t even comment on his bruised face before he walks out the door in the morning. When he gets into college? His mother is the one to hand him the watch his parents allegedly both got him as a graduation present. When he gets a job! A good job, where he has his own office and his name on a plate on his desk, not so much as a card.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who promised himself that, if he ever had a son, he would notice. He would pay attention to his kid’s grades, and what they were doing in school. That he would be proud of whatever college his son got into. That if his kid was ever doing something stupid, drinking, fighting, smoking, he would care. And he would say something.

Give me a Mr. Harrington meeting a beautiful woman in Chicago one night, and somehow, convincing her to come back to Hawkins with him. Give me the big news engagement and the blowout wedding fit for two people with nowhere to go but up.

Give me the Harrington couple buying their house, and planning to wait a few years before they start having children. Give me them having their first child, a son.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington being offered the promotion she’s been working towards for years almost immediately after, and taking it.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who never really thought his wife would keep working when they had children, but being smart enough not to say anything about it. Give me them realizing that, between both of their jobs, plans change, and their son will be their only child.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who “doesn’t trust” her husband not because he might be cheating on her, but because, for as much as he can charm and schmooze with just about anyone, he has never had anyone tell him that he lacks actual understanding of his business. Give me a Mrs. Harrington seeing a stack of papers her husband brought home last night where the math doesn’t quite add up. Give me the blowout fight over his shady new business partner and the costs they could save if they just… cut a few corners. Give me her struggling to be taken seriously and explain to him that the consequences could be actual jail time and a complete destruction of their lives. Give me him hating that she thinks she knows better than him about his own business.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who keeps his promise to care about what his son is doing. Give me his unnecessary lectures, and comments and micromanagement whenever his son walks in the door.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who couldn’t care less what her son is doing as long as he’s alive. Give me her bitchy comments that have been her best defense in the professional world for so long rubbing off on her son.

Give me a Steve who’s let it shape him. Who got his brown eyes, and desire to be at the top of the social sphere as soon as possible from his mom. Who got his begrudging tendencies to care while still finding something to complain about from his dad.

Give me a Harrington couple who isn’t absent, exactly. Who have the occasional business trip, but are actually in town when most of this stuff goes down. Give me a house that’s almost always empty, not because no one lives there, but because Mrs. Harrington is out late again tonight because the boss needs to be sure everything is in perfect order for Monday. Because Mr. Harrington absolutely has to close this deal. Because Steve has practice for both swimming and basketball today.

Give me a Steve who craves the domestic because of this. Who doesn’t have big plans or ambitions. Who, at his center, just wants to be able to flop on the couch and watch movies with the people he cares about. Who wants family vacations, and kids, and a big house filled with noise. Give me a Steve who understands that that’s where his love of parties came from.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who watches as his son seems to completely throw away everything he worked so hard to give him. Give me the fights over the beer, and the weed, and the grades. Give me the bombshell that his son didn’t even manage to get into college, and the realization that he needs to learn to be responsible.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who comes home one night to Robin and Dustin eating cereal in his kitchen at midnight. Who doesn’t really know what to say, so he sets down his briefcase and eats a bowl of cereal while asking these children who they are and why they’re in his house. Give me a Mr. Harrington patting his son on the back the next morning and telling he how much he likes the nice girl who can speak every language, and the little boy who can recite the periodic table from memory. Give me a Mr. Harrington who knows he made the right decision when he made his son get a job of his own instead of just working for him.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who, when Steve informs her in the middle of a conversation that he has a boyfriend, doesn’t look up from the mirror where she’s applying her eyeliner.

Give me a Steve who’s had enough of her not caring and asks her, “really? You don’t have anything to say?”

Give me a Mrs. Harrington icily meeting his eyes in the mirror and saying, “Steven. You’ve been putting egg in your hair once a week since you were twelve and a girl in your class told you it makes it shiny, and you’ve been stealing my hairspray even longer.” Then goes back to lining her eyes.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve and dustin #platonic stobin #steddie #implied at least #gay steve harrington #Harrington parents #in my head Mrs Harrington is a Lucile Bluth personality in an elle woods career #and Mr Harrington is just standard multi generational baggage man #honestly I’ve thought too much about backstory for everyone. ask me about Nancy’s one day #the sheep ramble analysis

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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"Are we going to talk about it?" Steve asked as he walked into the RV after Eddie.

They were in the middle of a clearing, preparing their gear and preparing for war. Hopefully, this was the last time they had to do all of this shit but they didn't have that kind of luck. So, if Steve was going to talk to him, it had to be now. He quickly locked the RV door behind him, ignoring Eddie's raised eyebrow.

"Talk about what?" Eddie asked.

"You calling me big boy," Steve said.

"I wasn't calling you fat if that's what you were wondering," Eddie said.

"I know. You were flirting with me," Steve said.

"What? No, I wasn't!" Eddie squeaked.

"It's okay, man, I like men too," Steve said. "I actually kind of liked it. I didn't really expect to like that nickname but coming out of your mouth. . . Yeah, I definitely like it. I didn't think you'd ever catch on to the fact that I was flirting with you."

"You were flirting with me?" Eddie asked.

"Of course, I know who Ozzy Osborne is. Everyone heard about the bat thing, man. I just said I didn't to drive you crazy," Steve said.

"Hm," Eddie snorted and muttered, "Well, it worked. When did you realize that you were gay?"

"Oh. Yeah, no, not gay. Bisexual," Steve replied.

"Oh, shit, like Bowie," Eddie said with wide eyes.

"And it wasn't until someone walked into Family Video a few months ago that I realized that appreciating a man's ass isn't exactly straight," Steve blushed.

"Was that me?" Eddie asked hopefully.

"Yeah, cutest little ass that ever walked into the store," Steve said, and Eddie blushed as he played with the zipper on his jacket. "So, when did you realize?"

"You aren't going to believe me!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Come on, try me," Steve said, giving him a crooked smile.

"Now," Eddie stuttered. "I just realized that now I like men and women!"

"Now?!" Steve asked.

"Yeah, you told me that I was flirting with you. I didn't know that I was! Completely unaware! I was totally checking you out on the boat and when you were flirting with Nancy! I'm totally jealous, man, so I threw my jacket at you, hoping to stop you. Of course, it just made you look so much hotter, but I figured that having a sexuality crisis in the middle of the end of the world was a bad idea, so I pushed it down and panicked. Starting going off about you and Nancy, pretending like I didn't want it to be me that you looked at. . . That you flirted with. I like men! I want Steve Harrington, I want you!" Eddir said as he waved his arms around. "And I know how crazy I sound, but I want you."

Steve smiled and stepped forward, cupping his face. He grinned when he felt Eddie relax beneath his touch.

"You've got me," Steve said.

"I do?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah."

Eddie gripped the back of Steve’s jacket and crashed his lips to Steve’s. Surprised, Steve steadied himself by wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck. Eddie moved his hands to his hips, moaning as Steve deepened the kiss. Eddie pushed against the wall and groaned when Steve broke the kiss.

"You really like pushing me up against walls, huh?" Steve asked.

"I know what I like now. . .big boy," Eddie smirked before attaching his lips to Steve’s neck.

Suddenly, there came a loud banging on the door, causing them to jump apart.

"Uh, just so you know the walls are very thin, and everyone pretty much heard what Eddie said," Robin said.

"THIS IS SO COOL!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I think they might be okay with it, but then again, Dustin does get excited about radios," Robin said.

"Well, what kid doesn't like it when their parents get together?" Max asked.

"They're not my dads!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah, how come you called Steve 'dad' the other day? Yeah, I heard about it," Max said.

"It was an accident!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Or a Freudian slip," Max teased.

"Robin! Make her stop!"

"Okay! It's time for you two to stop having mommy and daddy time because Aunt Robin needs a drink!" Robin exclaimed.

"Maybe if we pretend like we didn't hear her," Eddie whispered.

"Come get your kids, asshole!" Robin yelled.

Eddie pulled away from Steve with a sigh. He took Steve’s hand in his.

"Come on, Mama, let's go face the music," Eddie said, grinning at the blush on Steve’s face. "Another nickname that you like?"

"Fuck you."

"Oh, man, I hope so," Eddie said.

It was a week later, after Steve had gotten him safely to the hospital and the gates were closed for good, that Eddie woke up. He wondered if it had all been a dream, but then he saw Steve standing over him, looking at him like he did in the RV. Eddie could still taste his lips on his. Not seeing that everyone was in the room, he smiled only at Steve.

"Hey, Mama."

"Uh, does Eddie think that Steve is his mom?" Mike asked.

Wayne looked at Steve, who was blushing.

"No, son, I don't think that's it," Wayne said.

And then Eddie realized something that he hadn't really even fully comprehended in the RV. It was who he was. Still quite high on pain medication, Eddie continued to not see that there were other people in the room.

"Holy shit, I'm bisexual!" Eddie exclaimed, and then he blinked rapidly. "Hey! What are you all doing inside my head?"

"Well, we just thought we would pop in for a visit. See what it's like in here," Robin said. "It's kind of a mess."

"Robin!"

"What?"

"Oh. That's fine. Just don't knock anything over and ignore the dirty Steve images. They're mostly just his ass. Well, his face too, but mostly his ass," Eddie said, and then he fell back asleep.

Everyone slowly turned to look at Steve who shrugged.

"I'm not ashamed of anything. My ass and face are fantastic. He didn't say anything about my hair, though," Steve frowned, and he looked at everyone who was still looking at him. "Do you have a problem with me and Eddie?"

"NO!" Everyone said at the same time.

"We love you, Steve, and we would never - " Nancy started to say.

"Back off, Fancy Hair, he's mine," Eddie snorted and then went silent again.

"Oh, I guess he likes your hair," Steve muttered with a scowl.

"What Nancy is trying to say is that we love you, and we would never judge you for who you like. . . Man, or woman," Joyce said. "From what Will's told me, he's a good guy."

Steve’s scowled softened as he gazed at Eddie, and he took his hand.

"He is, he really is," Steve said.

"Big boy," Eddie muttered in his sleep.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #bi4bi #the party #stranger things fanfiction #rueleigh writes

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plussizefantasia · 6 months

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Good Punkins

Flufftober Day 21: Pumpkin Patch

Steve Rogers x f!mom!reader

Word Count: 2.7k (actually the longest fic I've written to date)

Warnings: reader is a mom in this one, she is referred to as Mamma several times so if that's not your jam don't read this.

AN: Holy crap this went way beyond my original plan but I just love Steve and little man so much now. This story does have a part two coming later (on day 30). Feedback and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you for reading.

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Steve was an amazing husband. The two of you were married six years ago and within a year you were expecting. Nine months later, Caleb James Rogers was born and you realized something amazing. Steve was an amazing husband, but he was an even better father.

Little Caleb wanted for nothing, but he wasn’t spoiled. He was adventurous and kind and everything that you could ever want in a child. Even as a baby, he wasn’t very fussy. When he was all it took was Steve lifting him into his large arms and cooing at the infant to get him to calm down. At first, you were a little jealous that Steve seemed to have the golden tough when it came to your son, but you couldn’t help the overwhelming feelings of adoration for your husband every time you saw the two of them together.

Caleb was an extremely curious child, he also didn’t like being left out. When you had driven the two of you home last week after picking him up from and he had seen the new decorations your neighbors had put out for Halloween it was no surprise when he asked, “Mamma, why dey have punkins?” You dread the day when he’s able to say the word pumpkin.

“Why do you think they have pumpkins, baby?” You returned.

“Dunno Mamma, but they gots faces in them.”

“Some of them do yeah,” you opened the door to your house and watched as Caleb climbed up the singular step that led up to your door. You don’t know who designed it, but your little tyke has tripped on it more than once and you’ve made sure to be very watchful every time he tries again.

At the sound of the front door opening, Steve made his way towards the entryway of your home. He looked soft, as he usually did nowadays and you couldn’t love it more. Steve had hung up the shield when Caleb was born and since then he let his hair grow out, and bought a few more pairs of sweats and at your insistence shirts that fit him. He didn’t have abs anymore but that didn’t mean the strength had gone away, just that he was more worried about his family and being there for every moment than staying in peak shape.

“Buddy! How was school?” Steve got down on one knee in order to intercept the charging little boy.

“It was so funs Daddy! I got to play on the park and Mrs. Hilly gave me two gold stars today.” Steve lifted Caleb off the ground and cradled him against his hip. He began walking the two of them towards the kitchen.

“Two stars? That’s great bud.”

“Yeah and on da way home I saw punkins on the ground. Mamma says some of them face faces.”

“Yeah, it’s October buddy, that means some people have started decorating.”

“Decorating for what Daddy?”

“Decorating for Halloween.”

“Can we decorate for Halloween?”

“I don’t see why not, do you want to get a pumpkin and put a face on it with me?” Steve smiled at his son and shifted his eyes towards yours.

“Yes! Can we go gets one now Daddy?”

“Not now baby, we can go this weekend though.” You interrupted, noticing the look on Steve's face. He had a hard time saying no to Caleb and you knew that he was about to go put his shoes on and drive thirty minutes away to the nearest pumpkin patch just to see his little boy smile.

‘But I wants to go now, Mamma.” Your little boy whined.

‘I know baby, but if we go now we won’t have enough time to do all the fun things there. Don’t you want to be able to do all of the things they have?”

“What else do the punkin people have?”

“Um, well they usually have a corn maze and tractor rides. They might have a big ol’ room of corn that you can play in as you do at the park. And they might even have animals you can pet.” You said, thinking back to your childhood memories of going to pumpkin patches with your family.

“They have all of that?” His eyes had gotten wide.

“Yeah baby, they have tons of stuff but if we go tonight we won’t have time to do any of it. But if we wait until Saturday we’ll be able to spend the whole day there.”

‘I want to spend forever there!”

“I don’t know about forever buddy, you still have to go to school but we can spend the whole day on Saturday how does that sound?” Steve asked the little boy.

“Sounds good Daddy.”

And so, three days later your little family of three loaded into the SUV all bundled up for a cool day at the pumpkin patch, and made your way further out of town and towards the fall-themed activity.

Your little boy was in the backseat singing along to the songs on the radio and occasionally asking nonsensical questions to either you or Steve. And both of you tried your best to answer them as seriously as you could.

Half an hour later you pulled into the farm and Steve rolled around the dirt parking lot looking for an open spot. It wasn’t too busy which you were grateful for, Steve may not exactly be Captain America anymore but that didn’t mean that he doesn’t still get recognized.

Steve parked the car and jumped out before you could start unbuckling Caleb. You rounded your way to the trunk to grab the backpack you had packed full of some extra snacks, a light blanket in case anyone got cold, and a hat and scarf for Caleb in case he needed it. Your husband and son joined you a moment later, Caleb holding onto Steve’s hand and practically bouncing in place.

“Alright baby, we need to go get our tickets to get inside and then we can do whatever you want.”

“Otay Mamma.”

You passed through the ticket line with ease and without much time passing at all, you were inside. You checked your phone for the time, 10:30.

“Alright baby, what do you want to do first?” You asked, looking towards your son and patiently waiting for him to make his decision. Caleb scanned his surroundings taking in all there was to do and weighing his options carefully. His eyes landed a little ways away at a large pile of hay that several other children were climbing on top of and running up the side.

“Look, Daddy! A mountain of straw!”

“I see buddy, you wanna go play?” Caleb screamed his assent and grabbed his father’s hand pulling him towards the miniature mountain. You followed behind them and took a seat on a nearby bench to watch your boys have their fun.

Steve would lift Caleb into the sky so he could get to the top and then the little boy would count down and push himself down the hill like a slide. Several times, he would just run straight at the pile and bury himself in the looser straw on the surface. At one point Caleb, convinced Steve to climb to the top of the pile and all at once all of the children playing tried to push him off. You laughed loudly and took pictures the entire time.

Eventually, though your baby boy got a little tired and made his way towards you. He was breathing heavily and his entire body was covered in straw. You pulled a few stray pieces from his hair and offered him one of the juice boxes you had packed.

Steve too came towards your sitting place, also covered head to toe in straw. When you arched a single eyebrow at him and looked him up and down, a small plush, and sheepish expression crossed his face and he looked down at his shoes.

When Caleb’s breathing returned to normal you asked him what he wanted to do next and he immediately perked up.

“You said there would be animals to pet Mamma?”

“Yeah, baby I think they have some goats if you wanna pet those.”

The rest of the day followed similarly. Caleb running from activity to activity. Sometimes you joined in, sometimes Steve, sometimes both of you. He was having a blast and you were so happy he was getting to make these fun memories like you had.

Caleb played in the corn pit for a little while, he fed the goats and took a ride on the mini-tractor coaster for the kids. He also had his face painted and the three of you had your photo taken next to the sixteen-foot-tall scarecrow. You all had hotdogs and apple cider for lunch and Caleb insisted that he wanted to go play on the hay pile again.

“When can we get out punkin Mamma?” Caleb said after his third yawn of the last hour. Your little man was fading and fast.

“Right now Baby, let's go get in line for the tractor ride and then we can go out and get our pumpkins. Caleb turned towards Steve and lifted his arms at his father, asking without words to be picked up.

Steve hoisted your son into his arms and the three of you made your way to the actual line to go into the patch. It was nearing time for dinner and you wanted to be able to get your pumpkins and go home before Caleb completely conked out.

One short tractor ride later and the three of you were immersed in the sea of orange gourds. Caleb seemed to perk up when he saw all of the pumpkins and began excitedly running from row to row inspecting them.

Steve and you strolled hand in hand along with him, both of you with soft smiles on your faces as you watched the little man you created having a wonderful day.

“Thank you.” Steve had said, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

“For what?” You laughed.

‘For this” He gestured towards Caleb, also lifting your intertwined hands and placing a kiss on the back of yours, “I never thought I’d get this, so thank you.” You leaned in and softly kissed him, taking your time to let him know through your affection that you’d do just about anything for him.

“Well then, Thank you too.” You said as you pulled back.

“Mamma! Daddy! Come on, come look!” Your attention was drawn to your son, jumping up and down next to a couple of pumpkins he seemed to have lined up.

“What did you find bud?” Steve asked when the two of you got close enough.

“Good punkins, we can put faces on dem.” he pointed at the three pumpkins he had lined up. You had to admit, it seemed like Caleb had a knack for picking pumpkins. The ones he had grabbed were practically perfect, with only one of two spots on them.

“Good job, baby these are great ones.” You ruffled his hair. “Alright, we gotta bring them back to the tractor so we can take 'em home. You wanna grab one?” He just nodded and went to grab the biggest of the three.

“How ‘bout Daddy take this one and you can take that one,” Steve said pointing toward the other pumpkin on the ground.

“Otay Daddy, but if you need help let me know.” You both softly laughed at how sweet your little boy was.

“Sure thing, buddy.” Steve hiked the largest pumpkin onto one shoulder and went to grab the stem of the one in his arms.

“What are you doing?” You asked him as he lifted the pumpkin from your hands.

“What was the point of marrying a super soldier if you don’t take advantage of the strength.”

“I didn’t marry you for your strength, I married you for your rugged good looks.” You responded and he let out a large guffaw followed by a smaller stream of laughter laughter.

Without your arms full you were free to take pictures of the father-son duo carrying their pumpkins side by side toward the tractor. You helped Caleb load his pumpkin up into the wagon that the passengers rode in and watched as he climbed up the steps into the wooden structure. Steve followed after you and the three of you in the corner with the pumpkins at your feet.

When the wagon started moving it began sort of rocking side to side, lulling your little boy closer and closer to sleep. You were sort of impressed that he had lasted that long and pulled him into your lap so that he could be more comfortable. Not even five minutes later he was asleep with his head rested against your shoulder and his arms around your neck.

The tractor pulled back into the main area of the farm and you had to disembark and grab your pumpkins so that other people could have their turn.

Before you could even start to get up with your sleeping son in your arms, Steve had taken him and lifted him onto his shoulders. He had one of Caleb’s legs on either side of his head and the torso of the little boy was leaning on his head, his little hand resting on Steve’s forehead.

Since he had taken the boy you went to go grab one of the pumpkins but Steve had beaten you to that too. In some miracle, Steve had managed to hold onto not only the sleeping little boy, but all three pumpkins and get off the wagon without jostling any of them too much.

“Steven Grant, let me carry a damn pumpkin.” You chased after your husband, attempting to relieve him of at least one of the decently sized pumpkins.

“Let me think about that.” He kept walking.

“Steve seriously, I look so mean making you carry everything.”

“You’re not making me do anything Honey, I’m doing this of my own free will.”

“Well, will your free will at least let me grab Caleb.”

“He’s comfy up there”

“Yeah mamma, comfy” a little sleep-riddled voice replied from your husband’s shoulders. And Steve let a smirk of victory cross his face.

“Whatever.” You huffed. Following next to your husband and hoping that nobody else thought you were some kind of nightmare woman who made your husband carry everything.

It was a short trek after that to the car and you began to increase your pace so that you’d be able to open the door for Steve to be able to transfer Caleb back into his car seat, but Steve matched your pace easily and you watching as his smirk continued to grow.

He got to the car first and instead of depositing the pumpkins in the trunk, or going to put Caleb in his seat, Steve opened the passenger door for you and gestured for you to get it.

“You’re kidding.” You deadpanned.

“I got this Honey, just get in the car.”. You didn’t argue just shook your head with exasperation and climbed into the car. Turning the heat on and getting the directions home pulled up on your phone.

Meanwhile, Steve, who you’re now convinced was a juggler in a previous life is opening the hatch of the trunk and placing all three pumpkins plus your backpack that you didn’t even realize he had into the space. He pulled Caleb down from his shoulders and placed a kiss on his head. Closing the trunk, he made his way around to Caleb’s door and opened it without moving the sleeping boy an inch. Steve flawlessly deposited him into this seat and buckled him up with astonishing speed and you had to admit to yourself that watching Steve do all of this was turning you on more than you thought it would.

Finally, Steve opened his door and climbed into the car, starting the engine and looking to you for the go-ahead to leave.

You just leaned across the consul and placed a large kiss on his cheek. Making him smile like a schoolboy.

“I love you.” You had said.

“I love you too.” He had replied before shifting the car into reverse and beginning the half-hour drive home.

You looked into the back seat at the tuckered-out boy in his car seat and thanked the universe and Steve all over again for giving you such an amazing little gift.

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fandomnerd9602 · 8 months

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Dating the Girl of Steel

Kara Zor El Headcanons

On your world, you were the child of Diana Prince and Steve Trevor, a demi-demi god so to speak. Your mother sent you out with your sword and shield to protect the Earth from the arrival of Zod.

Didn’t take long for the Barrys to seek you out, you were more than happy to join them.

You met Kara when you helped the Barrys and Bruce free her.

You were the first kind hand to touch hers. Her hand immediately wrapped around yours. “You’re safe” you tried to reassure her.

You aided this makeshift Justice League, as Barry Prime called it, in the battle against Zod. In fact, it was you that saved Kara from Zod’s arm blade. You were struck in the shoulder but it allowed Kara an opening to kill Zod and send the Kryptonian army fleeing, saving the earth.

“I though i lost you” Kara whispered as she held you

“Not yet” you answered back with a smirk.

Kara was stuck like glue to you from that point on, even after Barry Prime went back to fix his timeline

You, Kara, Barry 2, and Bruce, meanwhile, began forming your own version of the Justice League, scouring the globe for other hidden meta humans. It’s still a work in progress but hey that’s being a team.

You and Kara train daily, both in the Batcave and in your personal quarters ;)

It took a long time for Kara to begin showing any emotion or affection. You didn’t blame her, it was hard for her, growing up in a Serbian prison cell that had no care for her.

You took your time with her, showing her little signs of love, gentle caresses of her hand, shoulder touches, little gifts for her. The little things that slowly brought her out of her shell.

Now that she’s free to show love, she can’t stop showing it to you. She jumps on your back, kisses your lips and neck whenever she can. She holds your hand any chance she can.

Kara loves going on dates with you when you’re not both busy saving the world.

She’ll take any sort of date. Library, dinner, movie, walking down the streets of Gotham.

One of her favorite things to do is take a nice warm shower with you. Something about you just holding her as the water cascades down your backs just makes her feel loved.

Barry, a little jealous, still cheers the two of you on, “your ship totally beeves!”

You and Kara still don’t know what that means.

“You’re like a power power couple!”

Bruce, while he may look disapprovingly on you, he actually approves.

Kara helps Barry hone his speed skill and slowly but surely become his universe’s fastest man alive.

Kara loves sleeping as the little spoon. Makes her feel safe to have your arms wrapped around her.

Energy? Kara can go for rounds in training. And many rounds in your room.

Bruce bought you and Kara an apartment in the best part of Gotham. And since he didn’t have kids of his own, Bruce got legal documents listing Kara as his adopted daughter. Makes it easier to get places for missions. Or so Bruce says.

After saving the world countless times, you and Kara decided to take a leap year, time to travel the world and just enjoy each other’s company.

It was during this trip that Kara officially met your parents on Themyscira. Diana took a liking to Kara immediately.

You and Kara found yourselves just loving to hike and enjoy the sights of your home island.

It was on one hike on Themyscira that Kara asked you an important question.

“My love,” she asks you uneasily, “if we ever have a baby boy, can we name him Kal?”

“Kal? After your cousin? I love it!” You gave her a little hug and kiss on the forehead, earning a giggle from the Maiden of Might.

You love Kara with all your being. You pledged your soul, your sword and shield to her.

“Is that your way of proposing?” She asks you with a giggle.

“Maybe it is”

#dc comics #sasha calle #supergirl #supergirl x reader #supergirl Kara zor El #kara zor el #kara zor el x reader #supergirl sasha calle #dceu #dceu fluff #dc comics fluff #dc comics imagine #dceu imagine #the flash #the flash movie #michael keaton batman #Batman #girl of steel #maiden of might

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guessthestrangers · 2 years

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Dating Billy Hargrove hc PART 2

Billy Hargrove x f!Henderson!reader

Part one is here !!!!!!!! Part 3 is here !!!!!

If you don’t have anything ok to say about this character, please feel free to scrollllllll! Warnings: Insecurity. Please BE CAREFUL because I mention the reader being scared of being too heavy for Billy to hold!!!! Words like anxiety and swear words only a little. Squint for toxicity

Word count: ~0.7k

I don’t own any of the characters or stranger things; the directors/writers do…Plus, this is what I imagine dating Billy would be like.

Feedback appreciated. Thanks Strangers

-queue you being a bit shy because you don’t really get anyone interested in you like that

—but maybe you were waiting for the right person, a.k.a. Billy Hargrove

-Billy’s ultimate life mission was now to make you the happiest you could ever be—every single day

-just to see that smile

-him being jealous a lot but you secretly love it(yay toxicity. Kidding?)

-especially when Eddie and Steve are around

-because they’re always around

-and Steve’s got a crush on you

-but you give him a kiss and look him in the eyes with so much love and adoration

-it makes Billy mELt and become soft!Billy

—he’s insecure, especially when it comes to you, bc he’s sometimes scared you’ll leave—

—but you remind him at least 50 times a day that you love him, so he doesn’t have to be worried—

-he’ll then carry you in his arms

-but bc of your anxiety you constantly ask him if you’re too heavy and often tell him he can put you down

-he just kisses you and tells you he’s fine, that you don’t need to worry because he’ll tell you if there’s a problem or if he’s tired, that he loves you and that he knows that you’re beautiful

-wherever you go, no matter if you’re in public or not, you’re both hugging

-he has to know you’re real. He needs to know.

-bc he’s often scared you’ll disappear

-his mind is set on thinking that all happiness comes to an end.

-and you’re his only happiness in his life

-with all the trouble at home and in his world, you’re his safe place.

he loves shopping dates

-seeing you try on some clothes for him

-him LITERALLY hyping the sh*t out of HIS girl

-getting to model for YOU as well

-it’s the only time you actually giggle

-because he’s there posing and dancing and doing these super intense seductive eyes to you in a playful way

-and it makes you laugh; it’s Billy, ok?

-then he brings you to a hot dog stand because you probably insisted

-and then you want ice cream, so naturally you go to Scoops, right?

-let me tell you when manz saw that hair— he firmly locked his hotass hand on your hip where it belonged

-Steve, as mentioned, was a little fond of you, but you were obviously oblivious—and Billy was not, since he had his own doubts on Harrington

-When he sees you doing your stupid handshake with Steve, he gets unusually insecure. It’s not like Billy to get these feelings about such a small incident.

-He goes quiet until you exit the store

-“Baby?” He asked.

-“Mm? You want to try mine?” You hand him the colourful cone you had.

-He ignored the offer, and didn’t meet your eyes when he asked, “Why aren’t you comfortable enough with me to have our own handshake?” He said really calmly, but like really sadly, too.

-You were pretty shocked at his remark, “B…” Your eyes darted around, always a little panicky when he gets vulnerable (because it makes you happy and you don’t want to ruin it), “we have a special handshake, I promise.”

-Billy’s eyebrows scrunched, and you stop next to the mall’s wall, “The fuck d’you mean? We don’t have one.”

-You look up into his hooded eyes, “Well, I certainly won’t ever do it with Steve.”

-He looked so annoyed and confused— it was adorable.

-You grab his hand and brush over his fingers softly, your left hand drops the icecream on the floor carelessly, reaching up behind his neck right after as you jump on your tiptoes

-“Wha-“ Billy starts.

-You kiss that man. You kiss your man with all of your might because, goddamnit, he deserves all the love he can get.

-You kiss him until he can hear those f*cking fireworks, until he sees and feels and becomes them.

-You hook your hand in his curls tightly, holding his big, rough hand in your other.

-He reciprocates the kiss even harder and squeezes your hand as a secret promise.

-He envelopes you with his arms and his love.

-Billy made everything better; your day, your outings, school, period pains, dentist appointments, gloomy days, the food on your dates, and even this magi-f*cking-cal kiss in Starcourt mal next to a hotdog stand.

-He rips off his lips and gasps loudly, forehead on yours as he breathes out, relieved, “God, I love you, woman.”

Till forever falls apart :) (song suggestion for that last scene)

Part 3?

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nadinebrooks-marvel · 11 months

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

Steve Rogers x Reader: Peter's Admissions Consultant

Warnings: Cheating and maybe some language.

To say the Avenger's Tower was huge would be an understatement. The first time (y/n) ever stepped foot into the building, she somehow found herself taking an elevator ride upstairs instead of down. She managed to catch a glimpse of a shirtless and sweaty Sam Wilson coming out of the training room.

The young woman felt her heartbeat rapidly increase at the sight of the handsome man as she took a couple of steps backward. As she tiptoed away hoping that he didn't see her, she bumped into another shirtless body. Spinning around and looking up, she found herself face-to-face with Steve Rogers. The First Avenger.

“Hey, are you looking for someone?” Steve gently smiled down at her. He knew that the tower was big and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for someone to get lost. However, most of the time they didn’t make it all the way up to the training room. She must have been walking around a lot if she got up here.

He started to wonder if this was one of the girls that Bucky brought home. Bucky was known for going out late at night and bringing home very pretty women. The girl that was standing in front of Steve was no exception.

He had always been jealous of the way that Bucky had always been able to pick up women without a second thought. It was just who he was.

“I’m looking for Peter Parker. This is the address he gave me, but I didn’t know that he actually lived here at the Avenger Tower.” (y/n) smiled at the ground. She was doing absolutely everything to keep her gaze on anything else but him. The last thing she wanted was for Steve to catch her staring at his perfectly sculpted abs.

Steve tilted his head to the side wondering how she really knew about Peter's life, but that really wasn’t any of his business. He wasn’t sure how much she knew about Peter’s personal life so she decided to play it safe.

“He doesn’t live here. He lives with his aunt in Queens.” Steve promptly responded without missing a beat. “He just works here. I’m sure he’s down in the lab. I could take you down there if you’d like?”

“Oh no. I don’t mean to bother you. I'm sure I can find it on my own.” (y/n) immediately shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to throw off the morning routine of a super soldier. He might have been leaving to save the world at that very moment before she bumped into him.

There was no way she was going to be able to find the lab if she hadn't already found it by now.

Steve chuckled at how cute she was. Most woman loved attention from him, but it seemed like she shied away from his attention.

“It’s no bother at all. I need to speak to Tony anyway and I’m sure he’s down in that lab with the kid. Give me a minute to grab a shirt and I’ll walk you down there.” Stever wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

She nodded and patiently waited for him in the hallway as he walked a couple of rooms down to the laundry room to grab something to throw on. After changing, he gently ushered (y/n) toward the elevator and the two of them rode it down a couple of floors in complete silence. He had so many questions that he wanted to ask, but he decided to keep them to himself.

The two of them found Tony and Peter in the lab busy with whatever they were working on at the moment. Lately, Peter had been improving the mixture that was used to create his webs. It was going pretty well and he was happy with the progress he had made over the past coupe of days.

“Hey Peter. Hey Mr. Tony.” (y/n) happily chirped and Steve could tell that she relaxed greatly by the sound of her heart rate slowing down. That told him that the two of them were pretty close on some level. “This place is huge. I got lost looking for you.”

“Sorry about that.” Peter offered an apologetic smile. “You could have texted me.”

“I did. And called. Multiple times.” (y/n) responded. It didn’t seem like she was too upset by Peter not responding to her.

“You sure did.” Peter pulled out his phone and looked down at it to see multiple messages and texts from her. “I’m sorry about that (y/n). I got too wrapped up in my work.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Mr. Rogers helped me find you down here. What are you working on?” She asked, walking toward him and gesturing toward all the little nuts and bolts surrounding him. Now Steve’s interest has peaked. He wanted to know if (y/n) really knew who Peter was.

“I’m just working on the mixture that I use to make my webs. One broke last week and I fell off a 200-story skyscraper. I figured I needed some upgrades.” Peter responded as if it was no big deal and (y/n) nodded as if it was something they talked about pretty often. So they were closer than he thought.

“Since you’re here, I guess that means I’m taking a work break. See you in a little bit Mr. Stark.” Peter said before getting out of his seat and leading (y/n) toward the library.

“Is that his girlfriend?” Steve turned and asked Tony who had been working on some upgrades for the Tower’s security system.

“Who?” Tony glanced up at him for a split second before looking back down at what he was doing. “I didn’t know he had a girlfriend.”

“The girl that was just in here. Is that Parker’s girlfriend?”

“You can’t be serious.” Tony deeply chucked. “There’s no way a woman like that would date Parker. He’s practically a child.”

“So what are they doing together?” Maybe he needed to take a page out of Clint’s book and hide out in the vents for a little while to see what was going on in the Tower.

“Oh. I think I understand now.” Tony sat down his tools and leaned back in his seat. He was smirking at Steve and he did not like that one bit.

“What do you understand?” Steve nervously rocked back and forth on his heels. This was not the type of conversation he wanted to be having with Tony. The two of them were not close enough to talk about women this way.

“You’ve got a thing for Peter’s admissions consultant,” Tony smirked. He had never seen Steve interested in a woman before and this had caught his attention. “Too bad, she has a boyfriend.”

“I wasn’t interested in her love life.” Steve scoffed hoping that his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“Sure you weren’t. Then why all the questions?”

“I just thought it was weird that someone was walking around the tower and I didn’t know who it was.”

“There was no reason for you to know. I knew she was coming and that’s enough. I run this ship Capsicle. Let’s not forget that.”

“Yeah yeah Tony.” Steve dismissively waved his hand at Tony before trudging out of the room. “You won’t let anyone forget that.”

He found his way to the training room for the second time that day. It was because he knew that is where Natasha would be. She was one of the few people in the tower he didn’t feel weird about asking things like this.

Sure, he thought (y/n) was cute and maybe he would like to get to know her better, but he had to find some sort of common ground first. It had been so long since he had spoken to a woman in a romantic way.

After being around (y/n) for the next couple of months, there was something about the way that (y/n) interacted with not just Peter, but the entire team that made his heart flutter. She treated the entire team as if they were normal people and not like they were the Avengers. It was hard for them to have friends outside of the compound who didn’t treat them as if they were placed on a pedestal.

Steve could tell that (y/n) really wanted Peter to achieve his goals. He dreamed of attending one of the best universities in New York and (y/n) was doing everything in her power to make that happen.

The two of them had been working on his resume, practicing his interview skills, and writing admissions essays. (y/n) wasn’t cheap at all and Tony heard she was the best so he didn’t mind paying for her at all. As long as Peter was happy.

Over the course of Peter’s senior year, (y/n) had come over at least three times a week. And every time that she was going to be over, Steve made his schedule empty. He wasn’t sure how to describe his feelings, but Natasha smirked and said that maybe he liked her. And maybe Natasha was right. He would not admit that out loud. Especially when the word of the street was that (y/n) had a boyfriend. A very well-known boyfriend who was currently running for mayor.

However, Steve had heard absolutely nothing about the extent of their relationship. So, he decided to ask Peter. Out of everyone in this house, he would be the last person to judge him and at least answer his questions honestly.

He fixed him a glass of cold milk with chocolate chip cookies and found him sitting alone in one of the common areas playing a video game. Steve was surprised that he wasn’t down in the lab with Tony.

“Hey, Peter.” He softly spoke not to startle the kid and sat the snack down beside him. “How is everything with college going? I figured you had been working hard so I brought you a little treat.”

“Thank you and everything is going great Mr. Rogers. All thanks to (y/n). She’s the best.” He replied. “My application and essays were good enough that they’re inviting me back for an interview next month. So we're going to be having a lot of interview practice these next couple of weeks.”

This was exactly the state that Steve wanted Peter in. He was coherent enough to answer Steve's questions, but too engrossed in his video game to really care or remember what exactly Steve was asking him.

“That’s great Peter.” He truly was happy for the kid. After everything he had gone through, he deserved the world. “So I take it that (y/n) is working wonders.”

“Yeah. We were supposed to have a secession tonight, but she said that I deserved a break. Which could be true. Maybe she needs a break too. She’s been over her almost every day for the past three weeks. I think something else has been going on though.”

“Mmhhh.” Steve raised an eyebrow and leaned back into the couch. This was going to be a good conversation. “What’s been going on?”

“Sometimes I can tell she’s been crying. Like she’ll show up and my senses can tell that she cried before arriving. Or when our session is almost over, it seems like she’s trying to hold back tears.”

“What do you think she’s crying about?”

“Her boyfriend. From what I’ve picked up, he’s not very nice to her.”

“Not nice in what way?”

“He always cancels their dates and says that he has to stay at the office late, but he goes and sees other women. I think she has an idea that he isn’t faithful, but she doesn’t want to admit it.”

“How did you find this out?”

“I know he cheats on her. I saw that with my own eyes, but every now and then she’ll leave her phone on the table while she goes to the bathroom and I’ve seen the messages she sends to her friends. They all want her to leave him, but she won’t do it.”

“You saw him?” Steve was fully invested in this conversation now.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have done it. It wasn’t my place, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to know. I went to the office and the bastard didn’t lie about being there, but he wasn’t alone.” Peter shuddered at the thought. (y/n) was such a genuine soul and deserved so much more.

“Have you told her?”

“No. Do you think I should? I didn’t think it was my place and then she would know that I was snooping around in her personal life.”

“I wouldn’t say anything about it Pete.” Steve didn’t want him to say anything because he was going to handle this his own way.

“She’s amazing at what she does and I would hate to lose the progress that we’ve made because I couldn’t mind my business. I can’t imagine doing what I’m doing with someone else.”

“I completely understand that.” Steve nodded, taking in everything that had heard.

The next week, (y/n) quickly walked into the tower trying to keep her head down and keep from sniffling too loudly. It was hard to hide things from a bunch of superheroes when they all had super senses. She plopped down at their usual table and began pulling out her notes. The days were dwindling down and soon Peter wouldn’t need her anymore. She was really going to miss everyone.

“Hey (y/n), is everything alright?” Steve walked into the kitchen as if he had no idea that (y/n) wasn’t going to be there. He had more or less memorized their studying schedule. However, he knew that (y/n) wasn’t going to find Peter.

“Yeah. Everything is fine.” She whispered surprised that she had let it go this far. She couldn’t stop the tears, but today was hard. It had been one of her hardest days in a while. Today it was confirmed that her longtime boyfriend had been cheating on her for the majority of the time that they had been together. And she happened to find out in a very public way. “Is Peter okay?”

“He's sick. I figured he would have told you before you came all the way over here.”

“It’s totally fine. If he isn’t feeling well, I’m sure that he hasn’t been on his phone much today. I’ll text him and let him know that I stopped by.”

“I would have let you know, but I don’t have your number…” Steve trailed off hoping that (y/n) was picking up what he was putting down.

“Steve Rogers.” (y/n) giggled through her tears and finally looked up to meet his eyes. “Is this your attempt to ask for my number?”

“No. I was just saying that if anything comes up, I would be able to let you know.” He scratched the back of his neck, happy to see that (y/n) didn’t take offense to him basically asking for his number.

“Well, I have Peter’s number. And Tony’s. I believe I have Wanda’s as well.”

“I hate to point this out (y/n), but look where that got you.” Steve jokingly rolled his eyes. “None of them texted you and you’re here to help Peter, except there’s no Peter.”

“I don’t mind. I’m just trying to soak up as much time with everyone as I possibly can. I don’t know what I’m going to do when Pete no longer needs me.”

“You can always come by and visit. None of us are going to stop you. We all like having you around.”

“Thank you Steve. I really appreciate that.” (y/n) smiled up at him, but quickly looked back down at the ground. She always felt her heartbeat racing when Steve looked at her, but she tried to ignore that feeling because it always made her feel like she was cheating. She chuckled at the thought. How could she be cheating when he was doing who knows what in his office?

“What’s going on with you?” He gestured for her to take a seat so that the two of them could talk.

“I don’t want to dump everything on you, Steve.” She looked down at her hands picking with her nails.

“If you just need someone to rant to, I’m here. If you’re looking for advice, I’m here.” Steve offered. “Whatever you need (y/n), I’m here.”

(y/n) nodded and immediately began telling him everything that had been going on with her now ex boyfriend. When she left, Steve didn’t know what had come over him. The only thought he had right now was anger.

Blind rage.

***

He wanted Leo to be as hurt as (y/n) was right now. Or was his name Levi? Lee? Luke? It didn’t matter what the little fucker’s name was at this moment. All he knew was that he was going to be sorry he was even born.

Steve found himself walking down the streets of New York toward Luca’s home. He knew that walking around this late wasn’t safe, but he didn’t care. If anyone tried to stop him, he would put them in their place without even thinking twice about it. When he got to Luca’s home, he noticed that his car wasn’t sitting outside of his house.

Perfect.

These were not the types of actions that Steve was known for. Maybe this was something that Bucky would have done, but never Steve. In all honesty, Steve thought it felt good to go against what had been ingrained in him.

All he had ever known was being America’s Golden Boy, but now none of that mattered. He was doing something that would make him feel better.

Steve quietly sneaked into the house and made himself comfortable on the couch. It didn’t matter what time he came back. Steve was going to be sitting here waiting for him when he did.

***

She stormed into the tower knowing exactly where she was going. She wasn’t here for Peter today. FRIDAY was so used to her presence in the tower that she didn’t even alert Tony that she had arrived.

Walking into the common room, she found Peter sitting about five feet away from the tv playing a video game with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.

“Where is he?” She growled knowing that he couldn’t be far from his two best friends.

“Hey (y/n),” Peter paused the game and slowly turned around to face her. “I didn’t realize that we had a meeting today. I double-checked the schedule, but maybe I’m wrong.”

“We don’t have a meeting today Pete.” (y/n) smiled gently at him, but her face hardened when she saw a figure behind them. The three boys turned to see Steve standing there with a pleased look on his face.

“I’ve never seen her angry before,” Sam whispered to Bucky. “I wonder what he did.”

“I don’t want to find out.” Bucky quietly whispered back. He went through almost every conversation he had with Steve in the past week trying to remember if he had let anything slip about what was going on.

“I didn’t ask you to do that Steve.” She was so angry that she couldn’t even see straight. But she didn’t know if she was angry because of what Steve had done or if she was angry because of what she had put up with for the past couple of months.

“You didn’t have to ask me (y/n). I would’ve done it no matter what.”

“Would you have done it if I had begged you not to do anything?” (y/n) started pacing. She didn’t know what to do. There was no way that anyone would be able to tie it back to them, but still. This wasn't the way that things got handled.

“More than likely.” Steve shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“What did you do?” Bucky turned to look at his best friend in horror.

“I mean it wasn’t that bad. I just-”

“Stop.” (y/n) sternly said placing her hands over her ears. “I don’t want to know anything.”

“I want to know everything.” Sam paused the game and turned his attention toward the two of them.

“Look (y/n),” Peter turned to look at his advisor. “The guy isn’t dead. He may be a little rattled, but he’s going to think twice about cheating on the next girl that he’s with.”

“My sweet Peter.” (y/n) turned to look at him with tears in her eyes. “I can’t believe you agree with the way things went down. I didn’t think you were one for condoning violence.”

“I’m not one to condone cheating either,” Peter whispered trying not to meet her eyes. He hated seeing her upset. “I think I speak for all of us when I say that you are one of the most genuine people that we have ever met. I would do anything absolutely if you asked me. No questions asked. Especially if that person wronged you.”

“I completely agree. But, this sounds like a conversation that the three of you need to have alone.” Sam added on and left the room followed by Bucky and Peter.

“So what’d you do to him?” (y/n) asked sitting down on the couch beside Steve. She had calmed down a little bit and was now able to think clearly.

“I’m going to spare you the details, but I can promise you that he will be fine. He’s going with the story that it was a home break-in and I honestly think this is going to help him with the campaign.”

“What made you do it?” (y/n) questioned. She knew what she wanted him to say, but she wasn’t going to put words in his mouth.

“He upset you and I didn’t like that. It wasn’t even something that was thought out. The night after you told me he had been cheating on you, I went over there. He cried if that makes you feel any better.”

“I never saw him cry. Not once.” (y/n) said after a moment of thinking. She wouldn’t admit this out loud, but she was relieved. Even though being cheated on was a terrible feeling that she wouldn’t wish on anyone, maybe now Luca had learned his lesson.

“If I had known that I would have taken a picture for you.” Steve chuckled. “I’m sorry. I should have spoken to you first.”

“No. I’m glad you didn’t.” (y/n) quickly shook her head. Then without even having a second thought about it, she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Steve’s cheek. “Thank you.”

“I hope you know that you deserve the world. You deserve nothing but good things and if anyone tells you otherwise, let me know. Some people are willing to give you everything and more if you go out looking for them.”

“I don’t think I want to do any more looking for a while.”

“Something tells me you won’t have to look very far.” Steve shyly mumbled back.

“And what do you mean by that Mr.Rogers?” (y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“All I’m saying is that if you’re interested, I would love to take you out on a date. No pressure at all. If you need time to think about it, that’s fine too.”

“Of course, I’d love to go out with you Steve.”

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frogsare-friends · 7 months

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I'm Not Built for Helping Myself

chapter index | chapter 3 (you're here)

- CONRAD -

"Hey man, Jere's sick so they're gonna stay here," Steven tells me as he comes down the stairs, looking sick himself.

"You okay? You look like you're gonna pass out." I worry about him, somebody has to.

"He threw up, I thought I was gonna throw up. Long story."

"That was a really short story, actually."

"Shut up, man. Jere said we should still go, have fun and all that."

That throws me off. Why would he want us to leave? How sick was he?

"I'm gonna run to the store and come back here, Steve-o. You have a good night though, yeah? I'll pick you up from Liam's if you need a ride. Just text me!" But I'm already walking out of the house. I've missed this place all year. Our dad is coming next week and I'm pissed. And since I'm pissed at dad, Jeremiah is pissed at me. He's pissed at me all the time, I don't know what he wants from me. I don't know why all I ever do is mess everything up. I don't know how to fix everything I've ruined. Sometimes I'm glad Jeremiah has it all figured out — when I can get over how jealous I am of it — at least one of us isn't a total fuck up.

I grab him some saltines, his stomach is always super sensitive when he pukes, and we don't have any at the house. He's very adamant about not eating plain toast, and he can't handle butter or jam.

- JEREMIAH -

I feel so pathetic. Belly is holding me, letting me be the little spoon because she knows I love it. She's combing her hands through my hair, deep in thought. She's so beautiful, always has been. And so is her mind, she can get lost in it for hours and I don't want to admit how much I'd give to get lost in there with her. I want to know everything about her, then I remember that I already do. Even her favorite candy — it used to be Swedish Fish, but since she got Covid she told me they taste like candles. I've loved every part of Belly, every summer-Belly, every text from fallwinterspring-Belly, now-Belly. I think now-Belly might be my favorite version, not because of how she looks, but because I get to love her. Not in secret, and not from behind anyone else.

"Adam's coming next week…" she stumbles through her sentence, as if I'm gonna start crying again.

"Conrad's mad at him. Can't he just… hold off for one week? He can hate him the week after when they aren't both taking it out on me." I know Conrad doesn't mean to put me in the middle of it, but I can't do it anymore. I'm pissed at him. Dad's a dick, we both know it, but he's trying. At least he's trying. Maybe not well, and maybe he'll never actually get any better, but trying means a whole lot more than just wanting to try. I shouldn't say this, shouldn't even think it, but Conrad only ever wants to try.

He thinks I forgive Dad after all the shit he put Mom through, all the shit he put us through. I don't, but I can't tell Con that. He never fucking listens. He thinks something and decides it's the word of God, or something. He doesn't care if it's true, or if you're offering the truth. He acts like some victim, like he's not lying in a bed that he put together. Hell, he wrote the manual.

I can't blame him though. I get it. That feeling that everything is out of control and all you need to do is control it but you just can't.

I wonder if Conrad thinks about me like I think about him. I wonder if every shitty thing I've ever said to him replays in the back of his head constantly — even if it'd be the same 4 things over and over, I was never quite as good at hurting as he is — if he would give just about anything to be me, if he's mad at me because he can't even be mad at me.

"What happened with you and Conrad?" Belly asks, and I know what she's asking: Who said it? Who said the thing neither of us can take back? I know she's wanted to ask for years.

"What are you talking about?" I can at least try to pretend I don't know, though.

"Your freshman year. You left and it was fine and you came back and I thought you two were gonna kill each other. What happened?"

"We had a fight." I really don't want her to know what I said, what he said. I can't handle her being mad at him for something he said over 3 years ago. And, secretly, I don't know what I'd do if she told me how much of a bad brother I am for what I said, for starting it.

"You guys had fights before that. Why was that one different?" I'm trying really hard not to just get up and leave, but the bed is so warm, and her arms feel so safe.

"It just was, Bells. Drop it. Please?" He's not mad at her, he knows she just wants to make it better. But it's not her's to make better.

"Okay," she says, a bit disappointed, but not mad. I hope it's not me she's disappointed in, I don't know how I'd live with myself if I disappointed her.

I almost ask her if I did, but decide against it. She's a lot like Mom, she's only a little mad until you ask her if she is, or apologize for what you did. Then she'll make sure you know how disappointed she is. She pulls me in closer to her, this time my head is resting on her chest. I start drifting almost immediately.

Someone knocks, and I think that if it was Laurel, she would've just walked right in and told us to keep the door open.

"Come in," Belly grumbles, clearly upset our nap was interrupted.

"Hey, I got you some crackers, Jere. I know they make you feel better when you're sick." Conrad is walking in, handing me a box of saltines and some NyQuil. I keep myself from telling him that NyQuil is for colds and flus, not throwing up. I know he means well, I won't take it out on him just because I'm feeling bitchy.

"Thank you," I whisper. I'm not sure why. I have a headache, but not severe enough to warrant whispering. It's almost like I'm scared of breaking the moment, scared of saying something that will set Conrad off. And when Con gets set off, so does Belly. And I've heard them going at it all week, I really don't need to right now.

"Of course, man. I'm gonna go hang out in the living room. Come down if you feel better, yeah?"

"Mhm," I answer, already turning back into Belly's warm body. Anxiety wears you out. That's the last thing I think before I finally drift off.

#tsitp #jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp jeremiah #belly conklin #belly x jeremiah #conrad fisher #tsitp belly #tsitp conrad #there's a little bit in there for the conrad girls #not much tho #still VERY jeremiah and jelly heavy #belly actually taking care of jeremiah is something that can be so personal #this is just kinda some words; nothing really happens this chapter #next chapter tho #:) hehe #<3

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Hellcheer misunderstanding au:

Eddie started actually talking to Chrissy after she was asking where to buy and Billy put in a good word. No longer just longing for her in his ‘freak’ high school bubble. He’s had a crush on her since middle school. Since he was short, bald, and could play only a couple minutes before his fingers hurt too bad. And she was nice and clapped for him and told him his guitar playing sounded great.

It wasn’t Billy’s fault he prolonged Eddie’s silent suffering. But it was his fault when he started dating Chrissy. Eddie doesn’t know when it happened. But he’s overheard it enough times. Walking the parking lot after school and Billy’s talking to her in his fancy blue Camaro. “Chris this,” and “Chris that,” all the time. And how Billy’s turned down hanging out in Steve’s basement getting high and watching rented movies because he’s got to “take care of Chris,” it’s driving Eddie insane.

It’s not until he finally snaps when he realizes how insane he was. How bad he’s read the room. Cause one day Billy leaves him and Steve sitting outside on Eddie’s trailer steps. Throwing a finger over his shoulder as any friend would do, and saying he’s got to “treat his girl Chris to a hot bath and wax,” and it makes Eddie sick. It makes him jealous up to his green gills.

He snaps at his friend. At Billy. Saying “can’t you just quietly date the object of my boyhood fantasy without rubbing it in my face, Hargrove!”

This causes Billy to stop. It causes Steve to glance between them confused as a little puppy. Billy turns around and levels Eddie with a glare. His lips all twisted up as if he doesn’t know what to say. He turns to Steve, who just looks right back. Shrugs.

“Chrissy!“ Eddie supplies. His face turning red in shame. The first time he’s ever going to spill his guts and it’s in front of these two jerks. “Chrissy Cunningham! I get it she picked you, blond hair and muscles. Zero brain cells. It’s not like I care! Just, could you maybe stop rubbing it in my face, man?”

Billy’s jaw falls open in a stunned silence. His cheeks grow pink, or something. Like he’s …embarrassed.

Steves the first one to put two and two together. He rubs his hands over his eyebrows as if rubbing away a headache there. And then he’s laughing. The snug asshole is laughing. He throws his head back and gets a good long laugh out of it. Billy’s whole face is beet red before Steve finally talks.

“Munson, man, no way Billy’s dating a cheerleader. Especially Chrissy. She’s way out of his league. He means Chris as in Christine. The Stephen King movie about a killer car. It’s the name this weirdo gave to his Camaro.”

Steve explains as nicely as he thinks anyone could explain that. Between howling laugher. And then he’s being lifted up by his pastel polo shirt’s collar by an angry Billy and pressed against the side of Eddie’s trailer. Still laughing about Billy’s pet name for his car.

Eddie’s a weird mix of embarrassed and happy. Mostly happy. Actually very happy about the whole thing. Especially happy when Billy stops manhandling Steve long enough (“it’s a better novel than a movie, Harrington, but I keep forgetting you don’t know how to read!”) for Eddie to blackmail a promise of getting a date set up between himself and the pretty cheerleader. Not the killer car.

He might use this as an ice breaker between him and Chrissy when they go out to get milkshakes together, and it might cause her to have the prettiest smile he’s ever seen in his short life.

#Hellcheer #was thinking about the Camaro and that made me laugh so here’s this tiny fic thing #billy hargrove #eddie muson #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x eddie #my fic

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Chapter 3: The Way You Look Tonight

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Billy Hargrove Lives, Billy Hargrove Redemption, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington, POV Steve Harrington, POV Billy Hargrove, First Meetings, Dreamsharing, Fluff, Billy Hargrove Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, Dreams and Nightmares, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Language, Harringrove, Protective Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson are friends, everyone is grown up, innuendos, Steve Harrington is not so innocent...

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Summary: Steve takes Billy to a dinner, so naturally Billy is concerned if Steve is ready to take him as he is: something that doesn't fit into a box other than himself.

Author notes: I'm sorry that this story is the only one that comes out right now 🤷♀️ I hope you enjoy it though 😉

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Billy stood in the middle of Eddie's living room with the nicest makeup he'd ever done, his hair on a loose bun with strands of hair on the loose from it, faux feather earrings hanging in his earlobes, rings in his fingers, wearing tight black jeans, a well fitting but tasty black shirt with buckled straps to keep it together, boots with high heels - and looking miserably at Chrissy. "He said to come as I am. But I don't know if he can take me 'as I am'." Chrissy sighed having tried to convince Billy of his looks for the better of a half an hour. "Billy, trust me. You look absolutely stunning. Tell me again why wouldn't he take you the way you are?" "Because I don't fit in a box?" "Why would he want you to fit in a box of any other than your own?" Billy bit his thumbnail. "Because who he is. What he does." Chrissy smiled. "Listen. You go there just as you are, with that lovely makeup, and jewelry, and stunning as always even if you're just wearing such a simple setup, and I'm so jealous of you looking so good just like that, by the way. If he can't take it, then you know at once it wasn't meant to be. That's a good thing." "But what if..." "No what ifs. We're asking a straight guy perspective to this right now. Eddie! Come here!"

Eddie, who had known from experience to steer away when Chrissy gave Billy one of her many pep talks before his dates, walked into the room. "Ok. That's...Hargrove, wow!" Eddie stuttered, and looked Billy from head to toe and smiled. "You look good. And I'm not just saying. He's one lucky guy getting you." Billy raised an eyebrow as he scowled at Eddie, Eddie being one of his few childhood friends, pondering if he should believe his words. "Fine, I believe you," he finally grumbled. Then he looked back at Chrissy, smiling, and they both broke in giggles. "Oh god, I'm actually going on a date with Mr. Big!" he said excited. "I'm so excited for you!" Chrissy replied. "You make sure to text me immediately when you get back, ok? I want to know everything!" “Well, if everything goes well...You might not get a text until morning,” Billy smirked.

-oOo-

Steve called Robin immediately when he stepped into his apartment from the elevator. "I found him," he said excitedly when Robin answered. "Who?" she asked. "The woman from the dream," Steve said as he walked into his walk-in wardrobe, pulling his tie open. "You said he," Robin said confused. Steve went through his shirts and pulled out one of his favorites, a cream one with tiny moss green gears in it. "I know. I was the one who got it wrong. It was a he from the start."

Robin was quiet.

Well, that was a first. Steve stopped going through the rack of black slacks when she remained quiet. "Hey, are you there?" he asked exasperated. "I am! I'm just totally and utterly speechless. It was a man?" "I just said so! He has long blond hair, and the bluest eyes, and longest lashes. When you see him you understand how it was so easy to mistake him for a her." Steve paused what he was doing at the sock drawer, and stared in front of him for a moment, grinning. "And boy, does he love high heels." "Sounds like someone has already fallen quite hard." "I might have taken a jump of sorts..." Steve admitted, his cheeks burning. "Let me guess: the heels sealed the deal?" Robin teased. "Oh, ha ha." "Well, at least you have something in common for sure. So, how did you find him?" "Actually, it was he who found me. He'd had the same dreams as I did." "That is scary." "He'd also had the nightmares, which is even more strange. And some of his acquaintances had had them too. Apparently they went away when they sorted out their lives. Which makes sense."

Robin coughed in the other end. "So, how did he find you?" "He's a writer, he used a photo bank to find me. Then he was just waiting for me to stop by the coffee shop downstairs while he was there. Today it happened." "For once being photographed and having your address freely on the net paid off." "Exactly. Listen, could you do a background check on him for me?" Steve asked as he was going through his belts and settled for a simple Gucci one. Robin was quiet for a moment. "Uh, Steve? You think about being serious with him?" she asked hesitantly. "I wouldn't ask otherwise," Steve said casually, and looked at the row of jackets trying to decide if he should go for something earthy or more colorful. "Steve, then he's not just someone you need to be able to trust. If you want him to become your significant other, he needs to be able to trust you too. If I run a checkup on him, and you can't keep it to yourself - which is very likely knowing you - it'll make a dent to the relationship when he finds out you did that and didn't trust him. It would be so much more better if you did the checking the old fashion way, and just asked him yourself. If he's serious about you too, he'll tell you." Steve sat on the bench in the wardrobe and rubbed his eyes with his hand. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just...uh, I’ve never felt like this. I just want him to really be the one, and everything to happen already."

"Hey, this is a prime opportunity to finally put all that charm of yours to actual good work to help you get somewhere, and not spend it on cheap escorts." "Hey, they're not cheap. Oh, which reminds me: pay the madame and make sure all the girls get a proper tip. I won't be needing their services any more." "Finally a smart move from you, and one I've told you to do for a long time," Robin sighed. "Thank you for the reminder, Robin, head of my security," Steve said sardonically. "You're welcome, Steve, my best friend since teens," Robin replied with a matching tone. "Well, I'm off to the shower, I'm having dinner with him in..." Steve glanced at his watch, "in 15 minutes, shit! I thought I had more time. Fucking Zooms! People keep talking in them as if they don’t have to be anywhere... Eh, could you call the restaurant to ensure that the hostess takes care of him until I get there? Oh, and ask Jim clear me a bigger parking spot in the garage, will you? I'm taking the black Merc out." "Wow." Robin was stunned and silent for a while. "Uh, sure, sure,” she said genuinely surprised. “I'll make the calls. So, what's his name? I have to dig him up now, since you actually seem to be serious with him. You don't show that black beauty just to anyone."

-oOo-

A big, black Mercedes was waiting in front of Billy's apartment building, the driver by the open backdoor, when Billy walked out. The driver didn't say anything during the drive, and Billy didn't mind. He was so anxious about going on an actual date with Steve ‘Mr. Big’ ‘Mr. Fortune500' Harrington, and looking the way he himself wanted to look like every day, but couldn't. Or maybe at this stage it was probably more that he just wasn't brave enough to look like it on a daily basis outside his home. The world no longer minded, and he knew that some mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss wasn't that much. But for him it still was. It had just been few years that he'd properly embraced who he really wanted to be, and with all of that he was still a work in progress.

But he had to do it for Steve. Steve needed, he deserved, to see who he really was, from the very start.

When the car pulled over in front of one of the most prestigious restaurants in Chicago, Billy's heart was pounding in his ears. The driver opened the door, and Billy walked in to the restaurant. He asked for a reservation on Steve's name, and the hostess told him that Steve hadn't yet arrived, but that he'd left a note for her to take care of him until he would. She led Billy into a booth in the quiet back end of the restaurant, and asked what he'd like to drink while he waited. He asked for the house red wine, because what the hell one glass of wine did on the most important date of his life – nothing.

Sometime later Steve parked the black AMG Mercedes Coupé in the garage under the restaurant. He got in the elevator and was soon walking towards his own table in the back of the restaurant. He saw already from afar that Billy was seated at the table, back turned to him, and he stopped for a moment a few tables away to take in the curly blond hair on a loose bun, rings clinking as Billy moved his hand to catch a stray hair and pull it behind his ear.

Steve had waited this for so long, and finally... He almost choked to the thought. It was time for him to stop clinging into the dream and start living it for real. He took a deep sigh to steady his breathing, and walked to the booth.

Billy turned his gaze up from his wine glass at Steve like in slow motion, and smiled a shy smile.

Steve felt breathless. Billy had looked good in the morning, but now he looked simply...otherworldly.

Billy blushed when Steve didn't say anything but just looked at him with a goofy grin. "Hi.” Steve was wearing more casual clothes than in the morning when he'd been on his way to the office, and while Steve's style wasn't what Billy usually went for in his men, he could definitely get used to the well tailored suits and casual Gucci jackets.

"Hi," Steve said his voice a cracking a bit. He cleared his throat. "Uh, hi," he tried again. He took off his coat, and sat across the table. "You look lovely." Thousand butterflies got loose in Billy's stomach. "You sure about that?" he asked his gaze moving back to the wine glass and then back at Steve haltingly. Steve let out a breath and smiled. "No doubt about it." After a while of just staring at the beaut in front of him who was smiling at him so endearingly shyly, he remembered that he should probably do something. “Uh, I see you ordered wine. Do you want more with dinner, or...? I remember you said something about it earlier.” “Yeah, uh, I'm good with just this one. Just sparkling water with food, if it's ok with you?” “Absolutely. Do you want a menu, or would you trust me to order for us both?” “I assume you're paying then, too?” Steve smiled, and beckoned to the waiter, who came to take the order.

When the waiter was gone, Steve looked back at Billy. “You said that you write books.” “You have an excellent memory. Yes, I do.” “When things are important, they stick," Steve said. "So, what kind of books?” “Uh...Well...” Billy looked at his wine glass again and felt the tips of his ears burning. “Something that, eh, pays pretty well.” “Really? Are you a famous thriller writer?" Steve smiled. “Uh, no,” Billy shook his head, chuckling. “Something more for...feminine taste.” Steve looked at Billy for a while before it clicked. “Oh. Right.” “Yeah...” Billy said, blushing. “Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of. So, a nice income then?” Billy shrugged. “Let's just say that I don't have to worry about how to pay bills that much anymore.” “And you have a pretty nice apartment, too, according to the address.” “It's ok. For someone who's single.” “Ah,” Steve said, feeling his cheeks heating up. “Well, if we go there...Then, I, uh...I'm not dating anyone at the moment. Either.” “That's good. It would be embarrassing if you were. Considering where we are,” Billy said, and looked around before looking back at Steve. “People might see and start talking,” Billy teased, and took a sip of his wine, playing with the foot of the glass with his finger once he set it back down. Steve chuckled. He leaned to the table, and reached to Billy's fingers, running his fingers lazily against Billy's. "You know, it's not like I take this kind of precautions for just any other date. It has to mean more for me to do that.” “Oh,” Billy raised his eyebrow. “I must be special then,” he cooed. “Oh, yes. You are,” Steve said, and took Billy’s hand in his. “Very." "Even though I'm not the usual...?" "Who wants usual?" Steve frowned. "You are...an acquired taste. Something I can't get out of my head," he said, smiling. "You're quite a charmer, you know that?" Billy said, and smiled the widest smile, biting the tip of his tongue. Steve shook his head taking a deep breath to try to calm the chills Billy's smile let loose on his skin.

Their discussion was interrupted by the waiter who brought them their food.

“So, maybe we should get the obvious things away from the table?” Steve asked as he cut his steak. “I'm sorry that I'm blunt, but I need to know.” “No, it's ok, don't worry. I appreciate it a lot actually,” Billy replied, and taking another sip, larger one, of his wine. “Makes things easier when you don’t have to guess.” “So...My net worth is somewhere in nine digits. I'm the second founder of the firm I work in, and I live a very nice life. Into which I'd very much would like to find a companion, someone for life. Where are you in life and what do you want from the future?” “Well, I'm pretty happy with my life. I have no idea what my net worth is, but I work enough to make a decent living, I have savings, and I get to do what I love for living. Everything else to that is a bonus.” “What if you face a situation where your life would change drastically from what it is now?” “You mean going from normal to jet set over night? Fast cars, private planes, yachts, holidays in Europe whenever you feel like it? Guarded life inside high fences and bodyguards?” Steve just looked at Billy, not saying a word. For he had already worded everything. Billy took another sip of his wine. “Uh...I haven't really thought about it. It's our first date. But I'm not here because of what you have. I'm here because...how you made me feel. In the dream. Like I said, I would be here even if you were a nobody.” Steve smiled. “I'm here too because of how you made me feel in the dream. I hope we get to that in real life soon, too.” Billy returned the smile, and tried to eat at least something from his plate. A swarm of butterflies was churning in his stomach, and hardly anything else was fitting in there right now. “What about kids?” Steve asked before he took another bite of the steak. “What about them?” Billy asked. Then he raised his gaze from his food to Steve and looked at him wide eyed. “You have kids?” he asked, incredulous. “Oh, no, I don't,” Steve said, understanding how his words had come out. “I'm asking if you want any.” “Uh...well, again a question I haven't really thought about. I haven't really been serious enough with anyone to...to think that far.” Billy set down his fork and knife and thought for a minute. “Yeah. I'd like to have kids, one day. Maybe not right now, not yet.” Steve smiled. “I'd like to have kids too, one day. But not yet.”

They finished their food, and when the empty plates were taken away, Steve managed to convince Billy to have dessert. Billy ordered a piece of cheesecake with a café au lait, and Steve took the same with an espresso.

“No cognac?” Billy asked, cutting the first piece of his cake with a fork and put it in his mouth, savoring the creamy taste, and pulling the fork out of his mouth very slowly. The act kept Steve's eyes locked in Billy's lips, and definitely made things happen in his groin, unintentionally. When the fork was back on the plate, he looked up to Billy's eyes. “I still need to drive tonight.” “Ah, right. What do you drive?” Billy asked taking another bite, again not rushing with the fork. Steve swallowed. Hard. “AMG Mercedes E Coupé.” “Nice. I'm particular to old American muscle cars myself. I had a 70's Camaro for a long time. I had to let it go when I moved to the city. Finding a parking space was a bitch, and there really is no use for a car when you live in the city.” “Well,” Steve said licking his lip, “maybe I can give you a ride home? To give you a glimpse of how the Merc handles.” Billy bit his lower lip, and smiled. “I would very much like to see how... the Merc...performs.”

When they were finished with the food, and Steve had paid it by giving the waiter a pitch black credit card and had told her to give herself a generous tip worth of three digits, he got up to get Billy's jacket from the hook in the wall. As he reached for it, he stopped for a while and smiled, as it was the same brown leather jacket he'd seen in his dream. "You know, I've seen this jacket on you before," he said as he held it for Billy. Billy turned to look at him as he pulled the zipper of the jacket up. "In the dream?" "Yes. You were running in front of me, pulling me after you, laughing that wonderful laughter of yours." "That is so strange, because I remember that dream too. I don't know where we were going though," Billy laughed. "Maybe we'll find out some day? Come, let me lead this time, though," Steve said, and reached his hand out to Billy, who took it. "My car is in the garage."

They walked hand in hand out of the elevator to the parking level where Steve's car was. “This is the only way to get out of here in my car without attracting too much attention, unfortunately,” Steve said as the hall lights turned on from the movement. “You have your very own level in the parking hall?” Billy asked as he didn’t see any other cars in the hall. “I have when I need one. I'm friends with the owner of the building,” Steve said nonchalantly.

A black Mercedes coupé was parked alone on the middle isle. When they got close enough, the car turned its lights on and the engine started purring. "She says hello," Steve joked, even though the car was simply set to start whenever he walked near it with the electric key in his pocket. He opened the passenger door to Billy, who smiled the widest smile as he sat down on the seat.

Steve felt weak in the knees. It wasn't just the feelings from the dream anymore. Just after this one date, he felt incredibly attracted to Billy, and not just physically. While that was a big part of it, the things they'd talked about the future were important to him, and they wanted the same things from it. It was as if they were a perfect match. Steve had learned over the years that he shouldn't jump carelessly into any relationship because of his work, but he couldn't help it with this one. Billy was really the one from his dreams and Steve wanted him fully to himself, right now.

Even though he knew so little of him.

"She's a beauty," Billy said running his hand on the leather covered dashboard when Steve sat on the driver's seat. "How fast?" "4.4 seconds." Billy whistled. "That is fast." "Yeah. She's really nice on the highway, but I usually take her out only on track days. You know, take her out to do what she's bred for." "And to impress dates?" Billy asked as he fastened his seat belt. "Not really, only for special ones." "Has there been many?" "Only one so far," Steve said, and put the car on drive. "This one."

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 2 years

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As a taller girlie, I’m wondering... how would Chris and his characters react to their S/O being taller than them?

I honestly have nothing to do so how bout I treat you guys for a comeback. Its a little short just for a small comeback but if you want me to do a part two for this let me know :) Happy Friday yall.

Requests closed for now until I catch up on people's past requests if they still want them.

Characters Listed: Chris Evans, Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen

How Chris' Characters Would React To A Tall S/O

Chris Evans

Chris doesn't mind a tall s/o, he might make jokes here and there, you make fun of him. You and Hemsworth are both tall so it's fun when you're in the same rook together. Chris loves when you wear heels though, it makes it more funnier to him on the carpet when his lover is towering over him. If he had a dime every time someone asked, "How does it feel to be the short lover?" He'd be richer than he normally was.

Whether you're taller or not, he still treats you like you're the small spoon. But to be clear, you're definitely not Andre the Giant to him. You're not Shaq to him either, you're the love of his life and he will love you no matter what. Honestly, you probably got a lot of comments of being the pick of the relationship since most loves tall women.

Steve Rogers

Intimidated the first moment he saw you. It was at a party. Whether you had superpowers or not, he thought you were another supersoldier. "Nah, she's just the front desk receptionist," Tony says. It was a lie, you were in SHIELD as an agent, you actually were Tony Stark's secret bodyguard but also chaperone.

That was also a lie told by Tony. But you were an agent. Steve and Sam were both afraid to step up and ask how the hell you were tall. Thor was even impressed that she managed to be the same height as him and taller than Sif. Thor was fond of you and believed you were a God trying to be an undercover agent.

Years after, Steve asked you out and ever since people never shut up about the height (Tony himself) Natasha was the support but joked every once in a while. Steve always like the height, it was never seen a lot where he saw how strong and confident a tall woman could be. You literally looked like you'd kick ass even if you didn't know hoe to fight. His pre-serum self would be jealous. But he loved you and enjoyed how you looked at him with a smile.

Ransom Drysdale

There's a chance some things can get spicy. Not inna sexual way of course. There's challenges. Ransom doesn't like being downgraded by tall people but when it comes to his s/o. You're in bit of a tough ride. Ransom never knew how the hell he got you, but he thought you were a model at first.

He didn't plan on dating you, until he actually put effort into something more and eventually asked you out. Now he's gotten cocky. When with family, you've become almost as tall as his uncle, Walt. The family never has filters, especially Walt.

There's always going to be one person who picks on you and Ransom's height differences. "Have you grown taller, Y/N?" Walt asks, "Figured you'd stop by now, one day, it's gonna hurt Ransom's ego."

Being taller only made you the center attention but also help for the kids.

Andy Barber

Surprising enough, Andy didn't know how he got you and how you got so tall. You just happened to grow faster than him in Law School. Andy doesn't mind having tall wife but Jacob finds that shit cool. There's kids always talking about you with Jacob. Even you became an officer, you'd stop by and scare anyone.

Andy jokes here and there but he loves you no matter what. Sometimes the niegbors gossip on how a tall woman should be with a man taller than her but you didn't give a dang and married someone just a couple inches shorter. Who cares? Tall people are cool.

"How's the weather down there?"

"I'm a lawyer, not a Weather Forecaster."

Johnny Storm

There's two things, Johnny being mentally and physically bigger but in reality, he's neither. With a tall woman, he's shocked to see a tall glass of water (he says) roam in the building with Reed. There's a lot of moments where he's going to flirt almost any chance he gets.

"I know the air is pretty thin up there," Johnny began, he smirk, "Why don't you lay in my bed and catch your breath?"

"Uh... no?"

Rejected? Oh no, he doesn't take that for an answer. He's going to try.

"Do you play basketball? Maybe volleyball?"

"..."

"No?"

Johnny tries again. "You would totally be worth the climb!" Disgust received from you. "You're a tall drink of water. And I'm thirsty!"

"Just ask me out already and stop talking about my height." Johnny didn't need to be told twice as he happily gave you his number.

Jake Jensen

Oh, you two aren't the ones talking about height differences. It's your friends you guys work with. Yeah, Pooch out of the rest was a pain in the ass about your height. But you happened to be the most powerful person in the group.

Jensen loved your height, he liked being the smaller one (secretly). He liked it when people were watching you. Even though you weren't that overly tall than him, he liked it when you placed your hand on his head or shoulder. He likes looking up at you too. There's always a point where he gets on one knee to dramatically request help or anything.

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popcornpoppin · 2 years

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➳ Settling differences ➳ - b. l.

pairing: Billy Loomis x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: s m u t (18+!!!!), swearing, drinking, violence (just a little), blood kink, choking, some angst

Prompts: “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”, "but can that asshole do this.", “Shut up and take your pants off”, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

a/n: I wrote two different scenarios and couldn´t decide on one (*insert joke about my sexuality here*) and so I´m posting both. The beginning and ending are the same for both so I´ll post the “alternative” scenario beneath (without the beginning and ending) and you can decide which you prefer. I really don´t know how I feel about this one so I might go back and edit it sometime. anyway enjoy lovelies x

Billy couldn´t believe you were out on a date with Steve Orth. Steven fucking Orth. Of all the students in your school you were out with one of the biggest idiots on the football team, and that was saying a lot - it was the football team after all. And no he wasn't jealous. Billy could have anyone he wanted. It was just the fact that you could do so much better that bothered him. No he wasn't jealous. Not at all...Well, if he was completely honest - ideally you would date him. But anyone would be better than Steve. Actually scratch that, he didn't want you to date anyone else. No one was good enough for you. Not even himself. Especially not himself.

Of course he couldn´t fully blame you for not dating him, he hadn't actually asked you out but that was just because it was risky. What if he asked and you said no? Then he'd lose the friendship of the coolest girl he'd ever met. Sure, Stu was great, but things were always more fun when you were there. You were a good balance to him and Stu. The other thing that plagued him was that if you started dating then that would complicate his and Stu´s little “extra curricular activity”. Hiding the killings from you would be difficult and he also didn't love the idea of lying to you, and if you dated then he would be forced to lie to you for your own safety.

He was standing in Stu's house leaning against the back of the couch, turned towards the front door. He hadn't managed to look away from the door other than the few times he had quickly glanced at the clock. You were supposed to join him and Stu to watch some new horror movie that Stu had recently picked up at the video store. Billy didn't care all that much about the movie, he loved horror movies but whenever you were there he was too distracted by your presence to pay any attention to the movie; all he could look at was you.

“You know she's not getting here any faster if you keep staring at the door right?” Stu piped up from his slanted position in one of the comfy living room chairs. He wasn't looking at Billy, he was fiddling with the empty beer bottle in his hand, he didn't need to since Billy had been in the same exact position since he arrived.

“Shut up fuckrag” Billy spat back without turning his head. It was 10:15pm, you were supposed to be here already. If Steve had even so much as briefly touched you, and Billy found out about it, he was a dead man.

“I´m just saying man” Stu continued, completely ignoring and unbothered by Billy´s response “maybe it´s time that you either get over her or just fucking tell her how you feel, instead of spending every day like some sad, lost puppy. I mean I get it, she definitely has a great pair of -”

The door handle rattled before it was slowly pushed down.

Stu´s words died in his throat and his eyes shot to the door that Billy's eyes had been boring holes in. Billy quickly jumped onto the couch so it wouldn't look like he had been waiting for you.

Then the door fully opened revealing you.

“Hey” You greeted “Sorry I'm late, you guys got everything?”

“Yup” Stu replied, popping the p. “The movie is in the dvd player, popcorn and beer is on the table.”

“Cool” You traced off, your eyes landing on Billy. He was laid with his legs covering the entire couch. His eyes were staring at you, intensely, again. Something was off though. He was being unusually quiet. Sure for the most part he was the quiet, stoic type; which could be very intimidating to some. But not with you. Usually he´d at least greet you or make some space for you on the couch. You tilted your head giving him an inquiring look but rather than say anything he broke his gaze and looked away. You kicked off your shoes and removed your jacket before walking towards the boys and plopping yourself down on the couch next to Billy, forcing him to move his legs and sit up, since it was the only available spot that wasn´t the floor. You looked towards him and whispered a small ´hey´ as Stu started the movie. Still nothing. Had you done something to upset him?

You grabbed a beer from the table before using the edge of the table to push off the cap. You took a long sip and leaned back, eyes landing on the tv. 30 minutes passed. You were still turned towards the tv but you weren't really watching the movie. The atmosphere in the room was weird, not light and joking the way it usually was. Something was off with Billy, that was clear. But you couldn't pinpoint what it was, if it was something you had done or if something had happened at home with his dad. Even though he sometimes was more closed off than normal, it usually didn't feel as suffocating as this. He had shown up to movie night though so it couldn´t be something too bad. Glancing at him from the side of your eye you could see that he was chugging down yet another beer, it was his fourth one; you had counted. You were still on your first, only taking small sips every now and again so you could have an excuse not to say anything. Rather than chugging down beers left and right, which seemed to be Billy´s strategy to avoid talking about the situation, you were silently picking at the label on your beer bottle. Stu was the only one who occasionally would comment on something that happened in the movie. Since you weren't paying attention you couldn't add anything to the conversation so you just nodded and added some silent “mhm”s. This was so fucking awkward. More time passed, you couldn't tell how much because every minute in the silence felt like a lifetime.

“Okayyyy, this is fucking weird” Stu piped up, finally having had enough. He paused the movie and turned towards the two of you on the couch “Both of you have been completely silent the entire time you´ve been here. And sure, I don´t mind carrying the conversation, I´ll be the first to admit I like the sound of my own voice but not this fucking much. It's like I killed you and placed the corpses on the couch for company”

“Jesus christ Stu” You laughed “That sure was vivid”

“Just continue the fucking movie Stu” Billy silently growled, finally saying something for the first time since your arrival.

“No. Absolutely not. You guys are being fucking odd and it´s bumming me out. So whatever it takes to fix this” He motioned between the two of you “-do it. Talk to each other, fuck each other, hit one another, I don´t care just do it.”

“Why do I have to do anything?” You asked rather exasperated “Billy is the one that´s being immature” you muttered, earning a scoff and an eye roll from Billy.

“Man, you both are!” Stu exclaimed, clearly fucking done with the two off you. You'd never seen him this worked up about anything besides horror movies that didn't include a shot of some perky tits. “We all have our roles to play in this little friend group, okay? Like Billy is the silent, protective one and you´re the hot, caring one. So you guys need to become friends again so I can go back to being the immature, lovable one because you will not take that from me and I´m not taking sides in this weird divorce”

“Just drop it Stu” Billy muttered.

“No, not this time. You´re gonna fix this. We´re out of beer anyways, since Billy has been throwing them back like he´s a teacher who's given up on life, so you can go to the garage to get more and then talk there” He waved you off towards the garage “I´m not turning the movie back on until you´ve made up so shoo”

“Whatever, let's just get it over with” You mumbled, standing up and heading towards the garage. Billy rolled his eyes again but nevertheless stood up to follow you. You walked through the kitchen and held the door leading into the garage open, Billy walked slowly behind you dragging his feet. Once you had both entered the garage you closed the door and turned towards Billy who was standing a few meters in front of you with his hands in his pockets. “Okay, seriously what is wrong with you tonight?” You nearly spat.

“What? What's wrong with me?” Billy replied incredulously.

“Yes! You haven't said a word to me since I entered the door.”

“Oh, ´cause ´hey´ is such a monologue?” He retorted.

“At least I've tried to act like we normally do. You´re the one who´s been silently moping and acting fucking weird.” you crossed your arms and let your eyes drift around in the garage.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, rubbing a hand tirelessly over his face.

“At least say something!” you exclaimed, your arms shooting forward before landing on your sides.

“Why? There's no point in talking about it, let´s just fucking drop it and go back inside. I'm sure Stu will turn the movie on eventually” his face looked anywhere but at you.

“Actually-” You started, ignoring what he said as a thought dawned on you “when I think about it, you´ve been pouting ever since I told you that Steve asked me out, so what’s going on?”

“Fine, you wanna know what I think?” He replied, his eyes finding yours, clearly agitated “Steven Orth is a fucking dick. Why the fuck would you ever agree to go on a date with someone like him? Do you have no standards or something?”

“Oh, you´re one to talk about standards” you replied cooly, your volume increasing more and more the more annoyed and hurt you got “You can just fuck your way through the entire fucking cheerleading squad but I can´t go on a date with one guy from the football team?”

He sighed “That's not-” He started, trying to find the right words, but you didn't let him.

“No, you listen to me, Loomis. For once you´re gonna shut the fuck up and listen to me. If who I go on a date with bothers you then you can shove it because I am so fucking sick and tired of having to see your little parade of tarts all over school and having to keep my mouth shut whilst you have an opinion on every single guy I go out with. That's not how friends are supposed to act-”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” he grumbled.

You continued “So no I won't have it, I won't let you-” you lost your train of thought as his words settled on you “Wait what?”

Suddenly Billy rushed forward and crashed his lips onto yours.

“What are you-” You tried to get out the question but Billy wouldn't let you.

“Shut up” He growled, crashing his lips onto yours again. “You talk too much”. This time you answered by kissing him back. Billy backed you into a metal shelf that stood in the garage and pulled down your tank top to play with your tits. You weren't wearing a bra so his mouth quickly found your nipples and started sucking on them one at a time, sometimes catching them with his teeth and nibbling a little. The louder your moans of his name grew, the more spurred on and rougher he got. At a particularly loud and whiny moan he bit down hard on the side of your tit, it drew blood. That seemed to turn him on even more as he lapped and kissed at the small wound. He shot you a brief look to see how you felt about it but since you only tugged his hair harder and didn't show any forms of protest he took that as your consent and repeated the sequence at a few different places.

When he felt he had given your chest area enough attention he started kissing down your stomach whilst his hands slithered up your thighs and underneath your skirt. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your thong and slid it down your thighs before he let it drop to the floor, moving a bit so you could step out of it. When that was done he moved in close again, this time allowing his tongue to lick up your thigh before finding your clit. Whilst his tongue lapped at your clip his hands were steadying your hips. He used his broad shoulders to shove your legs wider apart before using his right arm to hook your left leg over his shoulder, before placing his hand on your hip again. It gave him even better access to your cunt and made his tongue even more relentless as it licked and sucked. Thanks to Billy´s skilled mouth you had long forgotten where the two of you were. You weren't rushing things by any means, even though Stu was probably waiting for the two of you in the living room, yet it felt like time moved too fast. There were so many pent up feelings and so much desire that the two of you had been holding in, fearing the other´s reaction. You just wanted to stay with him like that for hours.

As you leaned back against the metal shelf, with Billy in front of you on his knees, your breathing was getting heavier by the second as you got closer to your release. Billy´s head was buried between your legs, his tongue now licking your folds over and over again and his thumb had started playing with your clit. The sound of moans and groans echoed around the garage. “Bi-Billy, stop” you managed to stutter out but it couldn´t be a very convincing motion as it mostly came out as a whine.

“What?” He removed his face from your cunt and looked up at you with a confused look, he was still on his knees and still close enough that his hot breath fanned your pussy “Why?”

“Take your pants off” you demanded, lifting your leg and removing it from his shoulder. Billy looked a bit taken aback but quickly got to his feet and complied. He slowly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers far enough down so that his hardened cock could spring free. Lord was it big. Once he had removed every item of clothing from his lower half your lips found his again as you hooked your right leg around his hip. He gripped your left thigh and lifted it up and around his hip to match your action before he moved his grip so that he now was holding you up, his lips not even once leaving yours. He carried you so that you were once again against the shelf, this time rather than leaning against it though he had you pressed into it, the edges of the shelves pressing a bit uncomfortably into your lower back. You swiftly helped him remove his shirt before your arms gripped the cool metal for support. He quickly entered you, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers before he started pushing into you. At first he was slow and methodical, letting you adjust to his size but he quickly lost his patience - wildly picking up the pace. He moved the hand that wasn 't intertwined with yours up your body before wrapping it around your throat, pressing tightly.

“Can that asshole Steven Orth do this?" He growled out, nearly spitting Steve´s name. It was like venom in his mouth.

“No, just you baby” You managed to choke out, due to lack of air. “You´re the only one that can make me feel this good”

“That's what I thought” he smirked, easing up the pressure on your neck. He seemed to really get off on it as his pace had picked up even more and his thrusts were roughly slamming into you. You removed one of your hands from the nape of his hair and used it to lift the hand he had loosely wrapped around your throat to your mouth. You took his thumb into your mouth and started sucking, simulating a blowjob. Billy cursed under his breath.

You had tried to hold it in for as long as you could but it was all becoming too much to bear.

“Billy, I don't think I can handle anymore” you whimpered.

“Cum for me baby” he replied, his lips finding yours in a chaste kiss before you came undone.

He bounced you a few more times on his cock and you bit down on his thumb in agony which prompted him to his own release. He carefully lifted you off himself and placed you back down on the ground, holding your hips for stabilization until he was sure you could stand on your own. He leaned in and gave you a long, sweet kiss before dragging his pants and underwear up again and starting to buckle his belt. You found your discarded thong and bent down to pick it up, making sure that your ass was facing Billy as you slowly stepped into it and pulled it up. He roughly smacked your ass which resulted in a giggle from you.

“You´re a fucking tease, you know that?” he smiled.

“Oh I know” you smirked, turning away from him and starting to walk towards the door that led back into the house “Now come on loverboy. I'm sure Stu´s gone mad without us”

Walking through the kitchen and into the living room again with some extra swing in your hips, knowing that Billy was following not far behind you and definitely staring at your ass, you put your hands up in surrender as your eyes landed on Stu's face “Don´t worry Stu, we made up” You announced before plopping down on the couch, your legs threatening to give out from Billy´s size and the pace he had been going at.

“Oh I heard” Stu replied, grinning brightly at the two of you “Oh Billyyyyyyy yes right there, don´t stop” Stu did a huge, exaggerated moan before falling back in a fit of laughter.

Knowing Stu, he had probably gotten off to the sounds of the two of you.

“Shut up fuckrag” Billy grumbled, smacking the back of Stu´s head, before sitting down next to you on the couch pulling you onto his lap. His arms snaked around your waist and you hummed contently as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck. You had no hope of paying any attention to the rest of the movie, as the events that had transpired in the garage played over in your head and Billy´s warm hands rested dangerously close to your cunt.

Alternate scene (this was heavily inspired by Suits, don´t sue me):

“Fine, you wanna know what I think? Steven Orth is a fucking dick. Why the fuck would you agree to go on a date with him someone like him? Do you have no standards or something?”

“Oh, you´re one to talk about standards” you replied cooly, your volume increasing more and more the more agitated you got “You can just fuck your way through the entire fucking cheerleading squad but I can´t go on a date with one guy from the football team? Explain to me why that is”

He sighed “That's not what I meant-” He started, completely dodging your question.

“That is such bullshit! That is what you meant and you know it! You have an opinion on every single guy that asks me out and when I ask you about it you brush it off or you act cagey with me just like you´re doing now.

“Let's not do this now, not here” he replied, closing his eyes and clenching his fists - clearly trying to keep his cool.

“There's always some secret or some story or some lie. I don´t understand why” you exclaimed, tears welling in your eyes, your emotions starting to get the better of you.

“You don´t understand what I've been through!” He yelled, taking you by surprise “You don´t understand what I have lost. Because it's everything, everyone I've loved has left me. And I am not ready to lose you!” he was all up in your face now, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The vein in his neck was pulsing. “Not today”

“Then tell me” You almost whispered, your eyes finding his.

He was silent for a long time. “I don´t want you to date those fucking assholes because I want you to date me”

Silence.

“What?” You whispered, your eyes searching his, trying to gauge if he was being truthful.

“You heard me” was all he said back, waiting for your reaction.

You slapped him. “Don´t you fucking joke about that Loomis”

“Y/N-”

You slapped him again.

“I-”

You went to slap him again but he grabbed your wrist before you got the chance. You ripped your hand out of his grip and turned to leave. Billy once again grabbed your wrist, forcing you to look at him. You both launched forward towards one another, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss. His hands found your lower back as he gently pushed you against a metal shelf, yours found his neck, gripping the ends of his hair.

His lips moved to your neck, biting and sucking, planting hickeys everywhere. You turned around so your back was to his chest as you gently removed your top before moving his hands to cover your breasts. He palmed and kneaded them before starting to flick your nipples between his fingers. After letting him play with them for a bit your lips found his again as you turned around, hooking your right leg around his hips. He gripped your left thigh and lifted it up and around his hips before he moved his grip so that he was holding you up, his lips never leaving yours. He carried you so you were once again against the shelf. You swiftly helped him remove his shirt before your arms gripped the cool metal for support. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers far enough down so that his hardened cock could spring free. Lord was it big. His hand slid beneath your skirt to pull down your thong. He quickly entered you, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers before he started pushing into you. At first he was slow and methodical, letting you adjust to his size but he quickly lost his patience - picking up the pace. His thrusts got more and more rough as he continued slamming into you. Tears pooled in your eyes and you bit down on Billy´s shoulder to ease some of the pressure. Billy cursed under his breath. You loved the sensation of him in you, but he was big and stretching your walls to the brim so you knew you wouldn't last long. You tried to the best of your ability to hold it in for as long as you could but it was all becoming too much to bear.

“Billy, I don't think I can handle anymore” you whimpered.

“Cum for me baby” he rasped, his lips finding yours in a chaste kiss before you came undone.

“You´re a fucking tease, you know that?” he smiled.

“Oh I know” you smirked, turning away from him and starting to walk towards the door that led back into the house “Now come on loverboy. I'm sure Stu´s gone mad without us”

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i don't care, i'm in love

a/n: alright sexies, part two! of my last thing you guys liked! idk if anyone's noticed just yet but the titles are from tame impala's song 'new person, same old mistakes' because the song is fire asf. anyways. enough talking, here it is! enjoy! (sorry this took so long lol, i had no idea where i was going w this plot after part 1.)

warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), choking, cursing. this story is 18+ !!! tap off if you're a minor. this is your warning.

wc: 4k words

[bucky barnes x fem!reader]

read part one here!

It's been a few days since your outburst with Bucky in the kitchen. While you haven't made eye contact with him whenever you've been in the same room, you've practically felt his looks from across the room.

The air had definitely shifted in any room where you were both present. Nobody still knows about your past relationship, and you don't intend on telling anyone about it.

You've decided to let Bucky stew in silence, not allowing any leeway. If he wanted to be stubborn, this is where it would land him. He chose his own fate in the end, and now he would have to suffer the consequences.

And it was pretty awkward, to say the least. It was currently movie night in the Avengers Tower, and you were all in the movie theater. Tony had selected a rom-com tonight, as superheroes do. You were sat with Natasha on a loveseat, your legs swung over hers as your shared snacks were laid on your lap for the both of you.

She had, of course, noticed your change in demeanor since your impromptu break-up. You hadn't divulged in the details with her, not wanting to out the relationship. Even though you wanted to be petty as ever, you decided you were going to be the mature one in this situation.

And then Bucky walks in.

With a... another girl?

Maybe you weren't taking the high road after all.

You instantly feel a heat wash over your body, making you want to scream and cry and laugh in incredulity all at the same time.

What the fuck?

"Hey guys, I brought a date to movie night, if that's alright..." His voice sounded like nails on a blackboard to you right now. "This is Sophia."

He says it so simply that no one knows what to say. Everyone spares a glance at you, and for a second, you wonder if he had told anyone.

But everyone had somewhat of an idea that Bucky likes you!

So now, everyone was a bit confused.

"Uhm, yeah, nice to meet ya. Take a seat anywhere." Steve's voice cuts the suffocating silence.

You make brief eye contact with Bucky, but you look away as fast as you had looked in the first place. You felt like there was a golf ball lodged in your throat, and if you didn't stop yourself, you think you would've strangled that motherfu-

You're led out of your train of thought by a light tap on your arm. Natasha gives you a look that's saying, you look like you're about to kill someone. Are you okay?

You shake your head, letting her know you're just fine. Everything's fine. Bucky's over there, with another girl, who's holding his hand. And you've been here wondering for the past two months what's been so wrong about you that he couldn't do the same with you. Let alone even tell people you were in a relationship.

And you're not going to lie. This stung. Really bad.

Although you wanted to sit here and act as unbothered as possible, it was hard. You wanted to enjoy your night, watch your movie, and go to bed. This was a turn of events that you weren't expecting in the least.

The tension in the room was too much, everyone exchanging glances back and forth between you, Bucky, and Sophia. They were all confused. There was an obvious tension between you and Bucky, and although it was never anything serious to them, they all thought he would man up soon enough and ask you out.

Now, sympathetic looks were being shot across the room between all the team members, and no one could say really say anything.

Suddenly, Steve sits up in his seat and glares at his friend.

"Buck, can ya help me bring some snacks from the kitchen?" The blond asks, not waiting for a reply from the brunet.

Once they're safely out of earshot from the movie room, Steve grasps Bucky's shoulder in a tight hold that has Bucky wincing.

"What the hell, man?" His voice comes out strained and laced with confusion.

"Buck, I think I should be asking you that question." Steve says. "Don't play fuckin' dumb with me. You know what I wanna talk about."

"Well, please do enlighten me-"

"Oh would ya drop it? Sophia? I'm sure she's a great gal, but for the past six months you've been bitchin' and moanin' about Y/N." Steve cuts his friend off, trying to gauge the situation.

"I just... things went south. I needed somethin' new... somethin' different." Bucky's voice was meek, almost like he was afraid to admit this to his best friend of 90 years.

"What... whaddaya mean things went... south? Did you tell her you liked her and she rejected you or somethin'?" The blond asks, brows pulled together in confusion.

"I just... I can't really explain to you what happened but... it was bad. I fucked up, Stevie." Bucky's head is still tilted downwards in guilt.

"Buck, you know you can tell me anything, right?" A hand is placed on his shoulder, and he wants to shrug it off, I don't deserve any comfort, he thinks. I did this all by myself.

"Can I just... I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone. Especially Tony or Nat. Or Wanda." Steve gives him a brief nod, motioning for Bucky to go on.

"Y/N and I had been... seeing each other for the past two months..." Bucky starts to explain, and Steve's eyes are jut about popping out of their sockets by the time he finishes explaining.

A few moments pass, and silence soaks the air surrounding them.

"You... you two were dating... in secret? You didn't tell me?" The look Steve gave Bucky made the latter's insides twist in the worst way possible. He should've told his best friend.

"Steve, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. We agreed to keep it between us until... "

"Until she decided she'd had enough."

"Yeah."

A pregnant pause and flat face followed, and flat face followed, and Bucky's now realizing how much he's fucked up. Not in the first place, per se, but by bringing Sophia here.

"So can you tell me why you've dragged that poor girl here?" Steve breaks the silence first.

"I-I... I met her at a bar a couple nights ago. Needed to get out, have a drink. She came up to me and asked me for my number, and... yeah."

What Bucky didn't explain is that as soon as she started talking to him, she had immediately realized he was painfully in love with someone else. She had been kind, understanding of his situation. Instead of trying to get in bed with him, she sat down with him while he explained to her how he got himself in this mess.

"You know... I can help you..." Sophia tells him with innocent eyes.

"Really? How?" Bucky's tone was incredulous, like the mere idea of doing something about this whole thing was possible.

"Well, she seems to care about you a lot. But maybe you just need to get a... reaction out of her. She's unbothered now, she says she 'moved on.' Show her she hasn't." She explains.

"But...how?"

And thus... this situation was born.

"So... Sophia has absolutely no interest in you, and you brought her here to make Y/N jealous?" Steve looks at his friend like he has three heads, and Bucky now realizes just how dumb this all looks.

"Well... yeah. This was a bad idea, wasn't it? I should just go take Sophia home-"

"No! You already got this far, and if you do that it might give Y/N the wrong idea. Just- just go with it for the rest of the night and see what happens." Steve says. "Now, let's get the snacks."

Bucky helps him, and they head back into the movie room. He notices your tense form against Natasha. Sophia's making conversation with Sam, and if you were in a cartoon, you're sure there would be steam coming out of your ears.

The movie goes by in a blur, and even though your eyes were glued to the screen, you feel like you didn't even watch the movie. You were too busy being hyperaware of the way Sophia held onto Bucky's arm like if was her lifeline, and quite frankly, you wanted to punch the living daylights out of the both of them.

Once the movie's finished and the lights turn on, you waste no time in heading to your room after a quick goodnight to everyone.

You're getting ready for bed with slams of closet doors and dresser drawers, absolutely enraged with everything. Why was this bothering you so much? But more importantly, how was Bucky so quick to move on? Like you were nothing to him? Like you were the dirt under his shoe?

And although you were too proud to say it, it stung like a motherfucker.

Before you could get ahead of yourself, a knock is coming from your door.

You're sure it's Natasha trying to make sure you're alright, but after months of acting unaffected, all you wanted to do was get under your covers and cry.

"Nat, I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood-" But when you swung the door open, it was none other than your ex-boyfriend."What the hell are you doing here?"

Your tone was venomous, and all Bucky could see was the tiredness and rage behind your irises.

"I- Can I talk to you?" His voice is timid, like he's afraid to even ask for your time.

"About what? Don't you have someone to tend to?" You wonder out loud, and you can't help the way your heart twists at the thought of Bucky and Sophia. The way he had no problem holding her, touching her, loving her.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N."

It even hurt to think that.

"What do you want, Barnes?" You query in an indifferent tone.

"I-I waned to talk to you, alone." He responds, and his palms are sliding down his thighs to wipe off the sweat.

"Don't you have to take your date home?"

He was quiet for a moment, trying to gauge how to handle you right now. One wrong word or move, and he was out.

"Y/N, can I please just talk to you? One night we're sleeping in each others' beds, and the next we're strangers? How- how does that even make sense?" He's trying to make sense of the past few weeks and the events that led up to the demise of your relationship.

He knows, but he doesn't want to say it out loud.

"Well, I wonder who's fault that was?" You ask snarkily.

Apparently, you weren't afraid to say it.

"You were the one that did this. I get it. This was new for you, but at some point, enough was enough! I- I was basically dirt under your shoe, James! I- I couldn't fucking take it anymore! I just- you were so easy with Steve and Natasha. And then you would shake me off like I was some pest, some bug." You choked on your words, tears pricking behind your eyes. You turned away before Bucky could see them, not wanting to let him see you like this.

You've put on a tough front, because you didn't want anyone to think that you'd get so hung up over some boy, but it was hard to do so when you were giving your all into a relationship while you got the bare minimum back.

Bucky watches you from your doorway, and as you turn away, he takes this as a sign to come in and shut the door behind him.

"Y/N, please, let me talk. I-I just need to talk. To get it all out. I'm begging you, please." And beg he did. He was on the floor, quite literally on his knees. You couldn't even comprehend how not even an hour ago, he brought a new girl in.

And now he was on his knees before you. Begging.

"Get up."

Your voice cracked, but it was still strong. You weren't in the mood to have a man beg at your feet, and you felt it was quite pathetic that he was on his knees right now when he's the reason you two had ended up like this.

Whatever this was.

"O-Okay. Does that mean I can talk?" He asks tentatively, rising to his feet slowly.

"You have five minutes."

He was quiet at first, and you wondered if he even had anything to say. If he was just here to waste your time, to cause even more heartache-

"I- Can I just start off by saying, in the almost three months we were together, I never, ever, wanted to make you feel anything less than what you really are. You're kind, caring, beautiful, the smartest person I've ever met. But above all those things, you were patient with me. And that was never something I had before with someone else. No one was as patient and as attentive as you were, and I need you to know." He pauses, catching his breath from his rambling.

"Know what?" Your tone was venomous, trying to hold back the tears prickling behind your eyes.

"That I have dreamt of a girl like you for decades. You are everything-" he chokes on his words, eyes glossing over, "everything I've ever wanted, and more. And I can't tell you how sorry I am for the way I treated you. How I made you feel, and how I felt the need to hide us. I should've just been honest with everyone from the start, and it cost me everything in the end. So I'll spend the rest of my days making it up to you, in any way possible. Because you deserve it. You deserve so much better than someone who- who doesn't know how to love. How to hold your hand and not want to cry because he feels like he doesn't deserve it. You deserve the entire universe, Y/N."

Bucky finishes speaking, looking so deeply into your eyes that you can't help but let the facade crack.

Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. You sniffle, trying to take a deep breath.

"Wh-what about... Sophia?" You struggle to ask through your emotions, trying to hold yourself back from flinging yourself into his arms.

"I- She's... not relevant. I met her at a bar the day we... ended things, and she said 'it was clear I was going through a heartbreak,' and that she wanted to help me get you back." Bucky laughs a bit at the whole situation now, and how fucking badly he had fucked up.

"But if you don't want to get back together, I understand. Just know, I still feel the same. But if you give me another chance, I promise you it'll be different. I promise to spend all my time making it up to you, and I don't want to hide anything about us. To anyone." He affirms, moving to hold your hands in his.

And surprisingly, you didn't pull away.

No matter how much your brain was screaming, yelling to pull away!

But you couldn't. You wanted to believe every word that came out of his mouth, and you didn't care if anyone thought you were being naive or stupid. You just wanted to hold him again, to call him James again, and to have him whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

And as all these thoughts were running through your head, you see Bucky slowly backing away, assuming your silence meant you were telling him to leave.

"I-Wait. Wait. We have a- a lot to talk about, but I'm not giving up on us yet. But I want a full explanation, top to bottom about everything. And- you have to promise me things will be different between us. We can't have things like they were before, and-"

And before you could continue your rambles, you were stopped by the feeling of his lips on yours.

You could feel his rough ones moulding against your soft, cherry-flavoured ones from your lip balm. His eyes were closed, and so were yours. Any thoughts you had were thrown out the window, and all you could focus on right now was him.

He was invading all your senses in the best way possible. In this moment, you realized he was being completely honest and truthful in what he'd said earlier. Of course, you wouldn't let him forget about all this so easily, but right now, all that mattered were his hands running all over your waist and neck.

"J-James," you breathed out, disconnecting from him.

His eyes search yours, wondering if this is where you give him the boot, and tell him to leave it at this.

But oh, was he wrong.

"Lock the door for me?"

His mouth is akin to that of a fish out of water, wondering to himself if his brain was conjuring this image in his head after weeks of not having you.

"A-Are you sure? If you don't want to we don't have to-" And now he's the one getting cut off with your lips.

It had been enough suffering for the both of you these past few weeks.

"James, I'm sure. Help a girl out?" You smile coyly, slowly walking backwards until you reach your bed and sit down. Your eyes stay on James' blue ones while he rushes to lock to door.

He's hovering over you, waiting to see if you'll make a move.

"Well, aren't you gonna fuck me?"

At those words, the man above you snaps out of his stupor, and lets out an animalistic growl, lunging at you and making both your bodies fall back onto the fluffy white duvet of your bed.

"Can I take this off of you?" James hands are pinching at the fabric of your t-shirt, and you fervently nod in response.

"Words, honey." He coaxes and receives a meek but clear 'yes' from you.

He wastes no time slipping it off your form, only breaking apart from you for air to do so.

Soon enough, your panting forms were both almost bare, left down to just underwear. James slowly moves to settle himself between your thighs, but your hand catches onto his wrist before he could move any further.

"You don't have to, James. I want you inside me already." Although you usually never complained about getting head, you were aching to feel him inside you.

"C'mon angel, I've missed how your sweet lil' pussy tastes." The words coming out of his mouth combined with the feeling of the small pecks he's placing against your inner thighs have you practically shaking.

Along with his scruff giving the sensitive skin a delicious burn, you couldn't bring yourself to say no to James.

He guides your soaked panties down your legs, placing your calves against his shoulders to hold them open.

"Mmm, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to have my mouth between these legs again, sugar. Missed ya so much." He mumbles to you, licking a broad stripe up your core.

A gasp leaves your mouth, and you scramble to find something to grab onto.

With one hand in his brunet locks, Bucky continues his ministrations. He alternates between using his tongue and sucking on your sensitive button, building up your climax.

James listens to your small gasps and whimpers, paying attention to what brought you the most pleasure.

"Oh!" You let out a whimper at the feeling of Bucky's fingers hitting your sweet spot inside you.

Before you knew it, the throbbing in your heat was spreading all through your body, causing your first earth-shattering orgasm of the night.

You're chanting James over and over again, like a prayer.

"That's it, sweetheart, give it all t'me." He coaxes you through your high, allowing for you to come down.

Your eyes are bleary and you barely sense James coming back up over you. His fingers are opening your mouth, allowing you to taste them.

"Taste yourself, honey. So sweet, missed havin' you." He leaves pecks on your forehead, nose, and cheek, before circling back to your mouth when he pulls his fingers back out.

When he pulls away again, his nose is brushing against yours. You still feel like you're floating, but you open your eyes slowly to be met with his bright cerulean ones.

"You have a condom?" James' voice is gravelly as he speaks against your lips.

"No, I'm clean and still on the pill. Wanna feel all of you." You whisper while your fingers roam through his locks.

"A-Are you sure?" He asks, trying to ignore the involuntary twitch of his cock at your words.

"I'm sure, James. I've never been more sure of doing anything with anyone." You say, letting your hand move down to his boxers.

Your hand dips into the waistband, grasping him with your palm.

"Wanna feel all of this." You barely speak, but he understands every word you say.

Before you know it, his underwear is off and thrown somewhere across the room.

James sits back, running his cock through your juices for lubrication, eliciting a sigh from the both of you.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, doll." He grits out while he pushes into you slowly. "Can't believe I was so stupid and almost lost ya for good."

"I-I'm right here, baby. You won't ever lose me." You reassure him, letting him fill you to the brim.

"God, can't get enough of this tight pussy, baby." James is thrusting at an even pace now, and you can feel every inch of him inside you.

You release moans of ecstacy and pleasure in his ear as he stays above you, and while you're only half-conscious of what you're doing, you grab his metal arm and bring it to your throat.

His eyes shoot open but his pace never falters, looking at you for silent reassurance.

The white-hot feeling in your core builds at the feeling, not wanting it to stop.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please." All he needed was your whimper to moan at the sight of his hand around your throat.

"H-Holy shit. I- Come with me baby, c'mon." His voice is strained, like it's paining him to speak.

"I'm- I'm coming James. Come with me, baby." You gasp out, feeling the stirring in your belly reach its' peak.

Soon enough, you're both coming undone, breathing into each others' mouths while working through your highs together.

You feel him spurting inside you, painting your walls white. His rocking slowly comes to a stop, allowing him to open his eyes and focus on you. Your thumbs are brushing over his cheekbones, soaking in him just being here, with you.

"C'mon, let me get you cleaned up, angel." James slowly pulls out of you, being careful to not hurt you.

You see the light flicker on in your bathroom and hear the sink running. He returns with a rag and brushes it gently between your legs, feeling you shiver at how sensitive you are.

"Sorry, honey." James' whisper comes from below, and you smile down with soft eyes.

You were completely besotted for this man.

Once the rag is thrown into your laundry hamper, Bucky retrieves his boxers and pulls them on.

For a moment, you feel a flash through your body, your heart seizing at the thought of him leaving now.

"A-Are you leaving?" You barely recognize your own voice, feeling pathetic for feeling so vulnerable.

Bucky just looks at you. He's dumbfounded at you right now. How could you think that after everything, especially after what had just happened, that he would leave you. How he could ever let you go again.

And again, the question is just another painful reminder of how much he's hurt you.

"No, sweetheart. Just wanted to grab a shirt for you to sleep in." He gives you a soft smile, quenching the ache of your heart.

Once he sits you up and slips the large shirt over your frame, he slips back into his spot next to you under the duvet. Your legs immediately tangle with his, head on his shoulder and arm thrown across his torso.

"Never gonna let you go again, honey." He tells you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Love you, James." You mumble in a half-asleep response into his chest, the words reverberating into his skin.

Bucky hopes you don't feel his heart racing, but replies with the same words that you hear before slipping into a deep slumber. And the last thing you hear before you slip under are the sweetest words to ever be spoken.

"I love you more, Y/N."

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alloftheimaginesblog · 3 years

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Life Without Colour {Steve/Plus Size Reader/Bucky}

Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Inspired by a tiktok trend lmao. i don’t usually enjoy love triangles, i find it unfair but couldn’t get this idea out of my head.

i might make this a series??? what do we think??

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

Life with Steve was a comfortable life. It was a good life; full of love, affection and happiness. You’d always felt like something was missing and something was missing. You hadn’t seen colour yet. When you met Steve, you knew that you weren’t soulmates yet he asked you out anyway and you said yes despite knowing that. You almost hated the life of soulmates and the fact that you had one soulmate, what if they lived miles and miles away? What if they were dead? What if you never met them? There were too many questions and not enough answers. You knew of some people who never met their soulmate and their vision was always in black and white. You also knew of some people who had been in large crowds or had been drunk, met their soulmate or at least glanced at their soulmate and either couldn’t find them in the crowd or the next day didn’t know who they were and there was no telling of who it could be because their vision was already colourful. So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the soulmate thing.

Steve had met his soulmate, it was Peggy Carter. The moment he met her as he stood in the line up in the army and she scoped them out, his world flooded with colour and so did hers. He hadn’t hidden this from you at all and you admired that; you admired his honestly. He smiled on your first date when he noticed you were apprehensive, “We’re not soulmates, it’s okay.” You relaxed then, “I like to think that there’s more than just one person out there for me. I like to choose my own destiny.”

It wasn’t long before you were in a committed relationship with him. He was like a breath of fresh air, so caring and kind and you had never been in love like this before. Steve was the closest thing to a soulmate as you’d had. You wished that he was your soulmate, it would ease your mind so much and it would have made your life so much easier. People didn’t think you and Steve should be together, you were regularly met with comments like, ‘You’re just setting up for heartache when you find your soulmate.’

You and Steve had spoken about what would happen if your world flooded with colour and you met your soulmate. Honestly, you’d expected a fight to break out but Steve was so kind about it and so level headed, unlike anything or anyone you’d ever seen before. ‘It would hurt me but I said on our first date that we weren’t soulmates. I love you, (y/n), and I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I trust you. I would trust that you would be open with me and let me know what you want to do. I can’t stop you from being with your soulmate so if you wanted to get to know them and see where it goes then I wouldn’t stop you. I just want you to be happy and I don’t want to hold you back from it. Just know that I love you and I believe in us.’ You told him that no matter what, you loved him first and he meant everything to you.

Life with Steve was good. You’d been dating for the best part of a year now and things were going good. You’d met most of the team and regularly met up with Sam and Nat, two of Steve’s closest friends. Steve told you all about his past, he told you all about Peggy and all about Bucky and you loved hearing stories of his past. The way Steve spoke of Peggy made you a little jealous but you couldn’t compete with his soulmate besides, he loved you. He was with you, planning a life and future with you, so you didn’t mind when he reminisced. You hadn’t met Bucky yet but you’d heard all about him. He was laying low in Wakanda, Steve told you, to try and undo the mind control that HYDRA had done to him.

‘I can’t wait to meet him one day,’ you said with a smile, ‘I can’t wait to hear all of his stories about you growing up.’ Oh how you would grow to regret saying that.

It was at Tony’s birthday party that your whole entire world changed and that is where this story begins.

“Do I look okay?” You asked Steve as you walked out from the bedroom. You wore a dress that was a little tighter than what you’d normally opt for, it showed off more curves; hugging your larger stomach and your back rolls.

Steve grinned at you, “Beautiful, sweetheart. I love that dress on you.”

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Captain.” He was so handsome, with that gorgeous smile and his hair styled to perfection. He wore black suit and tie, “My god, my boyfriend is the hottest man alive.”

Steve laughed as you approached him, planting a kiss on your forehead, “My god, my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl alive.”

You looked up at him, wishing that you could stare into his blue eyes and see the shade of them, “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you, too.” A large part of him wished that you had seen colour when you saw him, in fact the majority of him wished that. Deep down, he worried what would happen if you met your soulmate. He trusted you, god he really did, but it worried him. He hadn’t loved like this since Peggy and when he lost her, it almost broke him and he didn’t know if he could do that again.

He kissed you softly and pulled away all too soon. People didn’t understand your relationship, they always questioned whether or not you could be in love with someone that wasn’t your soulmate and the answer you told them was always yes, you can be in love with someone who isn’t your soulmate. Soulmate didn’t mean romantic, soulmate could be platonic too. You told them that you got butterflies whenever Steve kissed you, you missed him every time he was gone, you thought of him all the time and you knew; you knew that he was made for you. People just didn’t understand.

“Let’s go, love,” Steve said as he pulled away, “I gotta show you off and tell the world how beautiful my girlfriend is.” He just always knew exactly what to say, always knew how to lift you up and make you feel confident. Being a plus size woman dating Steve Rogers, America’s hunkiest superhero, it always made you feel a little insecure. When reporters or tabloids took a photo of the two of you together, the comments would always talk about you not being good enough for Steve. The media was a toxic place, that favoured white skinny people and hated everyone else. Your weight did not define your beauty or your worth. You were beautiful and you demanded respect. Steve was good for reminding you of that fact. He had been the one to tell you to wear this dress, he had told you that you looked like a Greek goddess and that Aphrodite herself would be jealous.

You had been to a few of Tony Stark’s parties before and each was always grander and wilder than the previous. This time though he had promised that it would be more intimate than the previous ones. Usually, half the city piled into the Stark Industries turned Avengers Tower and partied until dawn so you didn’t trust him when he said that it would be a more private event.

Low and behold, Tony Stark had been telling the truth! There were maybe one hundred to one hundred and fifty guests, which was still a lot but it was a lot of people you knew. A lot of SHIELD employees were there, Maria, Fury, the guy that played Galactica (you really should learn his name). Tony had invited the team, family, friends, reporters and even... “Is that Paris Hilton?”

“Yeah,” Tony said, appearing at your back, “I built some tech for her dog Tinkerbell so that she could talk to her years ago. She’s pretty cool.”

“My god.”

“Welcome,” Tony grinned, “Champagne?” He asked, snapping his finger and suddenly, a waiter came to you and offered you and Steve two glasses of champagne. You took one and sipped at it, “Love that dress, (y/n), love the colour.” Tony winked at you before getting caught in a conversation with Pepper.

You looked down at your dress, “Yeah, love the colour,” you muttered sardonically. Steve glanced at you, feeling a pang of sadness for you, before pointing over to Nat and Sam. Natasha smiled at you, complimenting your dress and your hair.

“Steve said the colour goes well with my eyes. He said that it’s red.” you said with a smile.

Nat looked at your sadly, “Still nothing?”

You shook your head, “No. I mean, I’m half hoping that I’ll wake up one morning, look at Steve and it’ll happen. I wish it could’ve been him.”

You and Nat had become close over the year, she was funny and kind and she always made you feel better about anything that was going on. She could also be stubborn and sarcastic but she was such a good friend, “Anyway, enough about me,” you said with a smile, “Bruce made a move yet?”

Natasha smiled as she looked over to Bruce, “Uh, yeah, actually.”

“Shut up!” You grinned, taking another sip of your drink, “When? What happened?!”

“He asked me on a date.”

As Natasha spilled the beans on her and Banner’s painfully slow budding relationship, you hadn’t noticed someone walking up to Steve who stood a few feet away and hugged him. You didn’t notice Steve’s laughter and comment of, “It’s so good to see you, man.”

After a few minutes, Steve interrupts you and Natasha, “Sorry, sweetheart, there’s someone really important that I want you to meet.”

You cock your head, “Sure, who is it?”

You can’t see them, Steve’s figure hides whoever it is. Steve grins and you can tell whoever it is is super important to him, “(y/n), I’d love for you to meet my best friend. (y/n) meet Bucky and Bucky meet (y/n).”

Steve steps to the side and your eyes look up and suddenly, you’re staring into the most intense blue eyes, “Bucky...” You whisper as colour floods your senses. The black and white fades from view and instead, colour floods into your vision. There he is, Bucky, the best friend of your boyfriend and apparently... your soulmate.

Oh, fuck.

Bucky’s smile falls as colour floods into his vision and he finds himself staring into your eyes, the first colour that he saw; the first face he’d seen in colour; his soulmate. The two of you stare at the other, unable to move or speak. Steve watches the two of you curiously, “You two okay? Don’t tell me you hate each other already.” You didn’t know what to do. How could you tell your boyfriend that his best friend was your soulmate? You couldn’t. You knew that it would crush Steve. You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

It’s Bucky who forces himself to look away from you and clears his throat, a smile plastered on his face, “No, just surprised that you never mentioned how beautiful (y/n) is.” He’s handsome, you’d known that for ages by all of the photos that Steve had shown you but he’s really handsome with a tanned complexion and short dark hair. His eyes were a deep shade of (what you would soon learn to be) blue and they were lovely. They looked sad; haunted almost and had such intensity that it made you feel self-conscious the longer you stared at each other. He wore dark pants and a white shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his metal arm glinting in the light. Bucky Barnes was your soulmate.

Steve’s arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his side as he presses a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve heard so much about you,” you say, forcing a smile, “Steve talks about you all the time.”

Bucky extends his hand, almost unsure whether he wants to make physical contact with you. You look at his hand and up to his eyes before extending your own hand and shaking it. He has a firm handshake with calloused hands from years of dealing with weapons and you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. There wasn’t a spark or that electricity that people talk about. People described touching their soulmate like being shocked yet it was just a hand and it was just for a second.

Bucky smiles as he drops his hand, “I hope it’s all good stuff he’s been saying.”

“Of course,” you say, “I thought you were Wakanda though.”

“I was,” Bucky nods, “but I’ve been free from HYDRA for a few months now and I felt confident enough to come home again.”

“Even got a new haircut,” Steve grins, reaching out to ruffle Bucky’s newly cropped in hair.

Bucky rolls his eyes, “You remember when you were the five foot four scrawny kid that could barely reach my head if you reached up? I miss that.”

Your head hurts from all of the bright colours; so many bright colours all around you that made you wince. You didn’t know how people just adapted to the bright colours. There were so many and you didn’t know what their names were, “Excuse me, I’m just going to get some air.”

You turned on your heel and left, trying to ignore Bucky’s eyes that bore into the side of your skull and instead walked towards Tony’s balcony. You could feel your breathing quicken as your heels tapped on the marble floors as panic rose in your chest along with an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Turning the handle, you opened the balcony doors and slipped out. Thankfully no one else was here so you were free to express whatever emotion you wanted. You looked out at the city, away from the party, as you let yourself feel. The city was beautiful, overwhelmingly so. Your hands trembled as they clung to the railing, terrified of what was going to happen next. Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, was your soulmate. Out of the seven billion people in the world and your soulmate just had to be your boyfriend’s best friend.

Your breathing was ragged as you tried to calm down your sense of panic as bile rose in your throat. Squeezing your eyes closed, you breathed in deeply through your nose, “You’re okay,” you whispered to yourself, repeating the mantra over and over.

You were so focused that you didn’t realise someone else had stepped outside with you and were approaching you, “Look at the sky,” the voice said; the voice that made a shiver creep down your spine, “It’s okay, just look to the sky, (y/n).”

Opening your eyes, you looked to the sky. You didn’t need to look to know that it was Bucky, “The night sky is the same as it always was; still dark with white stars. Slow your breathing down and focus on the stars.” You did as he instructed, forcing yourself to breathe slower and deeper and forcing yourself to look only at the stars. It was minutes later when your breathing was slow that you felt confident enough to look out at the city, “How you feeling?”

“Overwhelmed,” was all you said.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the railing and looking out, “They’re amazing, aren’t they?” He asked, sparing you a glance, “Colours, I mean. I have no idea what each one is. I don’t know what’s blue or red or green but they’re beautiful.”

You nodded, “Yeah... What colour of eyes do you have?”

“I’ve been told blue, why?”

You pointed, “That colour. That billboard that’s talking about pizza. That’s blue. It’s the same colour as your eyes.” It was a lovely shade of blue actually; a deeper, more intense blue.

Bucky pointed to a flashing light across the way, “That’s the same colour as your dress.”

“Red. Steve told me that this dress is red.” You looked over at the light, “I’m too scared to look at the dress. It doesn’t feel right. He bought me this dress, he compliments how well it suits me and I’ve just discovered colour with his best friend.”

“I know... It’s the last thing I wanted or thought would happen.”

“Honestly, I would’ve preferred my soulmate be Loki, no offense, but that would’ve been much easier than this.”

Bucky laughed slightly, “I’ll drink to that.” He drained the rest of his champagne before setting it down on the ledge, “Steve told me all about you. Whenever we’d call, all he wanted to talk about was you.”

“All Steve liked to talk about was you,” you said to him, “I suppose we’re the greatest loves of his life right here, Peggy aside.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Told you about Peggy, huh?” You responded with an ‘of course’. Silence falls on the two of you and it’s Bucky who breaks the silence a minute later, “Look, it’s gonna be awkward. We can try and pretend this isn’t there but we’ll always know but... I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, “Shouldn’t we tell him?”

Bucky shrugs, “If that’s what you want.” I don’t know what I want right now. I want to have never met you, Bucky Barnes. I want to go home and to curl into bed with my boyfriend. I want black and white vision back, “This would... destroy him. I don’t know if I’m prepared to tell him, not yet at least. Could you?”

You thought about it, going through scenarios in your head, “I want to but... I don’t want hurt him.”

Bucky nods and looks out towards the cityscape again, “So, it’s decided. We keep it a secret and don’t worry, we can try and avoid each other and pretend that nothing’s happened... Deal?”

You nod, “Bucky... I’m sorry.” You didn’t know why you apologised but you felt a pang of guilt that you’re his soulmate and nothing can happen between the two of you.

Bucky laughs but you notice that it seems a little forced, “If only I’d met you first, doll, eh?” You laugh with him slightly, only quiet and only for a second, “I’m sorry too. This isn’t easy so I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to avoid me like I’m the plague,” you tell him, “I don’t want Steve to get suspicious but he’ll get suspicious if we’re never around each other...” Bucky nods and tells you that he understands, “My god, it’s all a bit complicated.”

You feel a pang of guilt again that you’d be hiding it from Steve but it’s for the best. At least for just now until you and Bucky kind of understood everything and got a hang of the new world in front of you. You didn’t want to lie to him but you couldn’t tell him this... not yet anyway. Bucky mirrors you and sighs, “It’s for the best.” He nods, “We’ll tell him eventually...”

Bucky gives you one last smile before he turns and leaves. He pauses and walks back over to you, “It’s nice to finally meet you, (y/n).” He says sincerely, “You really are beautiful, Steve’s a lucky guy.”

You look up at Bucky and you know that anyone would kill for him to be their soulmate, “It’s nice to meet you too, Bucky,” you say, voice barely louder than a whisper, “It’s nice to finally know who my soulmate is even if it can never happen.”

He takes a breath before going inside and it’s then that you finally look down at your dress. The colour surprises you, it’s bright yet dark and deep and rich and it’s beautiful. Steve had done a good job picking this one out. You lift your head and notice Steve approaching from inside.

You turn your back to him, taking a deep breath, before he’s beside you, “I saw the two of you talking,” he says happily, “You like him?”

You turn to him, about to say something when you falter. His eyes. His marvellous blue eyes. They were a few shades lighter than Bucky’s, brighter. You find yourself melting into them. You love them. Steve says your name, snapping you out of your trance, “Sorry, champagne went straight to my head. Uh, yeah, he’s lovely,” you say with a quick smile, “He thinks really highly of you, Steve.”

Steve grins, “I’m so glad that the two of you get along, I was so worried in case you didn’t. I was even worried in case it turned out that you two were soulmates because Bucky sees black and white too!” Steve laughs and you want to cry. You want to blurt out the truth; you should have told him. Dear god, you should have told him then and there but you don’t. Instead you force a laugh and laugh with him. Steve notices nothing.

You talk for a few more minutes before you tell him that you’re really tired and have a migraine coming. It’s not a lie. “Can we go home?” Steve nods, shrugging his suit jacket off and draping it over your shoulders.

“Let’s go.” He leads you back inside and you find yourself unable to look at anything other than the floor, “Let me say bye to everyone first, okay?” He presses a kiss to your temple before weaving through the crowd to find the team and say bye. He’s back barely a moment later and as your leaving you accidentally bump into something hard; really hard.

“Jesus!” You hiss, grabbing your shoulder.

“Shit, sorry-” It’s Bucky. Of course it is. Of course. You can barely look him in the the eye longer than a second, “You okay? I promise the other one isn’t that hard.”

Steve mimics his question of asking if you’re okay, you nod, “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry, I’ve got a migraine, didn’t see you.”

“You know, I have a migraine coming on too,” Bucky says, rubbing his head. That was what finally seeing colour did to you, you supposed. “You two heading home?”

Steve nods, “Yeah... What about hanging out some point this week?” He asks Bucky, “You could come for dinner... Sunday?” Steve looks to you, “We’re not busy, are we?” You shake your head.

Bucky glances at you almost looking for your approval before he answers. You give the tiniest of nods and Bucky relaxes, “Yeah, sure. Sunday sounds great.”

Steve grins and the pair hug, “I’ll text you tomorrow and we’ll set it up.”

As the pair say their goodbyes, you look up at Bucky, meeting those blue eyes. God, you just need to go home and sleep. Maybe this is all a bad dream, maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up and everything will be black and white again and the guilt will be gone. You muster up the strength to say goodbye to Bucky before Steve leads you out of Stark Tower.

It’s a long car ride home and you’re only fifteen minutes away in a car. The drive is long and all you can think about is Bucky, nothing romantic but more you couldn’t believe that your soulmate is Bucky. The universe is fucked up; getting off on causing the biggest love triangle of the 21st century.

Steve asks if you’re okay and all you can say is, “Tired.” He frowns at you, knowing something’s bothering you. He knows you the best out of anyone on his planet so he knows exactly when something’s wrong. He puts it down to the migraine and tiredness but there’s something niggling in the back of his mind as he drives you both home, something that makes him think that something else is wrong and bothering you.

As soon as you get to Steve’s apartment, you kick off your shoes and ask him to unzip you. He does and immediately, you step out of your dress and go to put some pyjamas on. He picks up your dress and follows you into the bedroom, “Are you sure that nothing is wrong?”

You sigh, “I’m fine, really. This migraine is just doing a number on me and I’m tired. I think I just need to sleep.” Steve lets you get dressed and brush your teeth. When you come back into the bedroom, he’s in bed waiting for you with a bottle of water and some migraine tablets, “God, I love you, Steve Rogers.” You take the medication and the water and set it down on the bedside cabinet.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead once you’re settled into bed, “Get some sleep, sweetheart. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Something you always envied about Steve was his ability to fall asleep quickly. He always said that it was a perk of the super solider serum. Within three minutes, Captain America is snoring beside you, arms wrapped around you tightly. You try to sleep but all you can think about, all you see when you close your eyes is Bucky’s piercing dark eyes staring into your soul. When you do get to sleep, those blue eyes haunt you.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky can’t get your face out of his head. He lays on the floor of his apartment, the cold wood cooling the heat of his body. He can’t stop thinking about you. After years of wondering who his soulmate is he can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that it’s his best friends girl. Bucky sighs and rolls over.

If only I met you first, doll, eh?

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novamirmirsblog · 3 years

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No more bed

Word count: 2113

Genre: Not actually sure :3

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing, kissing?

A/N that's the end of the only one bed trope. Technically requests are now closed but if you think of another overused trope you want me to write then feel free to send it in!

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You didn't eat that night and went straight to bed when you got too tired to focus on the words. You had made sure the pillow wall was twice the size it was to begin with. You turned off your light when you heard Natasha's footsteps come to the door, turning your back to her and pretending to be asleep. Your breaths were deep and completely even, there was no way Natasha could have guessed you were still awake. You felt her hesitate over you and the smell of reheated food invaded your nose and then heard her walk away.

The words she said back in that forest shouldn't have hurt you as much but they did. You shouldn't care what she thinks. It doesn't matter that she doesn't believe in your skills as an agent, that she doesn't think you're pretty enough to grab someone's attention.

If Natasha thought the bickering and coolness was bad at the start of the week, she was in for a shock. When she finally came back to that tiny, godforsaken bed and did her usual trick of sliding her foot over the pillow wall, you got up, took a pillow and the spare blanket and went to sleep on the rug in the living room.

When morning rolled around, you couldn't even be bothered to talk to her, focusing much more on the task ahead, just wanting this week to be over. It wasn't even the hurt you were feeling, it was the frustration that you felt hurt that drove you to stop talking to her. You hated her. She was annoying. She had no respect for anything anyone does.

You spent most the day preparing for the party that evening. Sure, it shouldn't take you over half a day to get ready but you had finished your paperwork early and you wanted to try on every single dress and suit SHIELD had supplied you with. You ended up choosing a navy blue, off the shoulder ball gown. Thinking logistically, it was quite possibly one of the worst things you could have worn. A pantsuit would have been a much more suitable choice and yet you looked and - more importantly - felt hot in the dress.

~~~~~

"You're not seriously wearing that are you?" Natasha asked as we both began to change into our formal wear. She had let you splurge out on a taxi but only after you had to walk what felt like 500 miles so no one would know where you were staying.

"Why not?" You asked with a fakeness in your voice "It's a no contact mission, plus, no one would look at me anyway, right?"

"Y/n, that's not what I-"

"Oh look. We're here." You get out the cab before Natasha can finish what she's saying.

Ivan might be an evil person, but he sure does know how to throw a party. It was elegant and high class and he made his way over to you as soon as he saw you. You had both agreed that you would keep him distracted while Natasha grabbed the relevant information.

"Dorogaya, u tebya poluchilos!" (Darling, you made it!) Ivan opened his arms wide, grabbed you by the shoulders and placed a kiss on both of your cheeks.

"Konechno, kak ya mog ignorirovat' takuyu zagadku?" (Of course, how could I ignore something so mysterious?) You laughed and he moved his arm to around your waist.

"Prikhodite, prikhodite, yest' lyudi, kotorykh vy dolzhny vstretit'" (Come, come, there are people you should meet)

~~~~~

Ivan spent most the night introducing you to different 'modelling' agencies. You knew what he was doing, he was showing you off to potential buyers. Ivan ran a human trafficking ring along with some other not so nice business. You weren't worried - not in the slightest. Although, as the night drew on and Natasha still hadn't said anything, you were getting a little more... concerned.

You managed to excuse yourself to the bathroom. Once inside, you tapped the earpiece repeatedly, praying Natasha would answer you.

"Romanoff where are you? Have you got the data?"

Silence

"Seriously, I'm sorry I've been ignoring you but this is childish now."

More silence

"I'll let you have the bed?"

Static rang out in your ear.

Of course SHIELD gave you a crappy ear piece. It was ridiculous. They provided you with three million dresses but couldn't give you a working piece of tech.

Just as you pulled out the burner phone, you felt a needle slide into your neck and the world went black.

~~~~~

"Y/n I have the data."

Nothing. Maybe you were still mad at her.

"Y/n do you copy?"

Still nothing.

"Y/n?"

Natasha's heart beat a little faster.

"Come on Y/n. I'm sorry. I'll let you have the bed?" Her burner phone pinged. It was your location. Shit.

~~~~~

You woke up and looked around, seeing that you were in the rundown hideout, you put your head back on the pillow. Everything felt heavy.

"You were drugged." Natasha states, standing in the corner of the room, her arms crossed and eyes never leaving you.

"Oh." It was all you could muster up the energy to say.

"We leave tomorrow morning."

You push yourself up into a sitting position. "How long was I out?"

"3 hours."

You looked at Natasha, really looked at her. "Then why are you still covered in blood?"

Everything of Natasha's had some kind of bloodstain. She hadn't even washed her hands. It may have been dark in the corner she was standing in, having only the side lamp to illuminate the room, but her skin seemingly glowed, making the blood stand out.

She turned around and left, heading towards the bathroom. You wanted to get up to follow her but while your mouth worked again, your legs did not. Apparently whatever they used on you was a lot stronger than you thought because you fell out of the bed. Again. Natasha rushed out, getting to you in an instant, except this time there were no sly remarks.

"Careful princess, people might think you care." You grin, only for it to drop immediately when you saw a slight wetness to the corners of her eyes. "Hey, it's okay." You said softly. If she wasn't as close to you, Natasha would have missed it.

"I didn't know where you were. I-I thought you had gone off to try and prove something and then I saw you lying there, in some basement Ivan had. You-you looked so... dead."

"But I'm not." you reached up and gingerly stroked her hair, not wanting to spook her. "And look!" You gestured to your toes that were wiggling "I can feel my legs again!"

Natasha let out a slightly wet laugh. "I'm really sorry."

"For what? These things happen all the time. Although I will say, you seem to be unlucky because my missions always go wrong with you." You nudged her shoulder, crossing your legs so you faced her, both of you still on the floor.

"For making you think you weren't attractive. For basically drugging you myself."

"Don't be ridiculous Natasha. You didn't drug me."

"I might as well have done! If I had just agreed with you instead of fighting you, then you wouldn't have felt like you had to prove anything."

"You think I'm attractive?"

"Seriously? That's what we're choosing to focus on now."

"Umm yes? I know it wasn't your fault at all but now I want to hear about how attractive I am." You smirked and Natasha stood up abruptly.

"I'm having a shower."

"Is that a nice cold shower for you to try to get over me?" You shouted as she slammed the door shut.

~~~~~

Natasha came out of the shower half an hour later, towel drying her hair.

"I think you're attractive too." You whispered out, half hoping Natasha wouldn't hear it.

She stilled. Looking at you, trying to see if you were lying.

"Then why do you hate me?"

"I don't think I do. Not anymore."

Natasha stayed silent, encouraging you to continue.

"I didn't like the avengers in general. You guys all act like you're so much better than us. You get all the perks of looking good and none of the paperwork. You don't know the amount of times I've seen top level agents filling out avenger paperwork when they should be out in the field. I thought you were all lazy but spending this week with you... well it made me realise that maybe you're not all that bad."

Natasha had moved herself to the bed, just watching you speak. You looked over to her, signalling that you had finished all that you wanted to say.

"I'm sorry I ever made you doubt yourself. I'll talk to the team about actually doing their paperwork. Who's the worst?" She asked, curiosity laced in her tone

"Steve."

Natasha let out a full blown laugh at that. "Wait seriously?"

"Yup. I see him all the time, constantly trying to offload his paperwork to someone else. I always thought it would be Tony but it's definitely Steve, then Bruce. Then it's probably Tony."

"I promise I'll try to make them stop."

"I wouldn't make promises you can't keep." You laughed.

"Why...why did you doubt me?" You asked, a little more serious than before.

"It's not that I doubted you... I guess I just didn't like the way you spoke to Ivan..."

"You mean the flirting?"

"Maybe..."

You sat in silence for a bit, you couldn't figure out why. It's not like it was against any rules and it all worked in your favour. Then, it clicked.

"Natasha Romanoff were you jealous!" You let out a slight gasp and grinned at her.

"No. No of course not." Natasha got defensive. There was no way she was jealous of that old, wrinkly, nasty smelling man.

"Aww princess!" You adjusted yourself so you were completely facing her. "I can flirt with you too if you want." Your voice got slightly lower and your eyelids dropped a fraction, making your pupils seem bigger. While you raised your voice a few octaves for Ivan, you knew that to seduce a woman you had to lower it a little.

"Stop it." Natasha hit you.

"But why baby?" You grabbed her chin and tilted her face towards you. "Now you don't have to be jealous." You sent her a wink and let her chin go, watching as her eyes got a little darker.

"Go away. I want nothing to do with you or your terrible flirting."

"You say my flirting is terrible" Your voice now back to normal, "But your body is saying something different."

"Wrong. My body is saying nothing."

"No?"

No."

"Okay then! Night night princess." You leant over to switch off the light when Natasha grabbed your arm, causing you to look back over to her.

"Calling me princess... it - ugh... well it -" Natasha looked conflicted before glancing up to you, looking at your lips and kissing you.

You were shocked. You knew you shouldn't have been. All the signs were there and you were a very good flirt but actually feeling her lips on yours made your brain short-circuit. You kissed her back and climbed into her lap.

"We're not doing it here." You said when you both broke the kiss

"Why not?" Natasha looked at you, her hands running all over you.

"Because I'm 90% sure there are rats and I really don't want to catch something"

Natasha laughed and kissed you a little more. "Fair enough. We should stop this now then."

You kissed her neck. "Yes. We should definitely stop now."

~~~~~

Just before you were due to leave, you called Natasha into the bedroom.

"Y/n, we have to go."

"I know I know but watch." You bounced excitedly as you threw a match at the bed.

"Y/n what the hell!?"

"Well, if you remember correctly, I said that if you crossed the pillow divide, I would burn the bed with you in it. As you can see, I'm generously leaving you out of the bed. You're welcome."

Natasha just looked at you. "I can't believe I like you."

"Aww you like me? That's kind of embarrassing for you." You laughed as you linked arms with her, walking to the jet, but not before Natasha convinced you to put out the fire on the bed.

You watched as the fire fizzled out and silently thanked that damn bed for bringing you and Natasha closer. Literally. It didn't mean you weren't going to have a long chat with Fury about proper size beds though.

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