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Hello!

How about Wanda x Reader, where yn has golden retriever energy.

Wanda and Vision broke up a few months ago, he cheated on her and she was like not believe in love anymore, until she met yn thanks to Yelena, yn is kate's older sister, and has the same energy or more than her.

The Bishop girl

Y/N: 26 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Y/N Bishop, why in the world do you have just one fork? Now I know where Kate gets that from" Yelena sighs, shaking her head while carrying a pot full of mac and cheese she made.

"I'm just one person, Yelena. Besides, you kinda invited yourself over, I wasn't expecting you at all today" Y/N tells her back. The girl was just enjoying her coffee when her sister and Yelena suddenly bursted through the door of her apartment.

"Once you hear why Kate and I came, you'll be glad we did" Yelena says, sitting down at the table and opening her mouth to say more. "We-"

"You'll be so happy! I can't wait to tell you!" Kate squeals, cutting Yelena off and actually making her older sister curious.

"Can you guys just tell me what's going on already?" Y/N asks them impatiently, her leg bouncing up and down from how curious she is right now.

"The three of us are going to Tony Stark's party tonight!" Kate squeals.

"Oh my god! Really?!" This time is Y/N the one to squeal, her eyes shining.

The sisters, Y/N and Kate, have had this dream to become ones of the Avengers ever since they saw Clint and Natasha fighting for New York. Kate's role model has always been Clint and that's actually why she got into her Archery thing while Y/N's has been Natasha, so she got more into fighting. And now the younger sister is actually about to become an Avenger which is the coolest thing ever for the older sister.

"I need to get ready!" Y/N rushes to her room, immidiately opening her closet and throwing her best suits and dresses on her bed.

"We'll pick you up later!" Yelena calls from the kitchen, so Y/N calls 'okay' back and get back into choosing what to wear.

After trying on everything the girl decides for her favorite black suit as she doesn't feel like wearing dress tonight. But of course she needs to do her make-up and hair first, so that's what she does before actually dressing up. She does wear heels to her suit though and then just sits on the couch and waits until Yelena and Kate pick her up.

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The three arrive to the party… finally, and Yelena with Kate immediately drag Y/N to where the Avengers are standing and talking.

"Guys! This is my older sister Y/N" Kate blurts out immediately on which everyone stops talking and looks at the older sister, making her nervous.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Steve. Kate has told us a lot about you" Steve breaks the akward silence, giving Y/N a smile and stretching his hand for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you too!" The girl smiles back, shaking his hand. Y/N repeats this with most of them and they immediately include her in their conversation which finally makes the girl relax.

Her eyes land on the only present Avenger she hasn't met yet though… Wanda Maximoff. She's sitting at the bar alone, sipping her drink and she definitely looks like she needs some cheering up.

"I'll be right back, I'll just go for a drink real quick" Y/N tells her sister, earning a nod, so she heads to the bar. A simple "Hey" Is how she greets Wanda, giving her a smile as an attempt to start a conversation.

"Hi… Sorry, I'm not really in the mood for a conversation" Wanda sighs, making Y/N furrow her brows.

"Yeah. I've noticed. That's why I came here… for a drink and to cheer you up" Y/N gives the witch another smile before telling the guy behind the bar her order.

"Sorry, who are you?" Wanda asks, scanning the unknown girl with her eyes which makes Y/N shift uncomfortably a little bit.

"I'm Y/N Bishop, Kate's older sister" She introduces herself.

"Right, she speaks about you a lot. I'm Wanda" Wanda says, finally giving Y/N a small smile.

Of course Y/N knows why is Wanda sad… what happened between the famous pair… that Vision cheated on Wanda a few months ago and they broke up. Kate's been telling her older sister everything that's been happening on the compound.

That's the reason behind Wanda's not so cheerful behavior. Y/N isn't even surprised when Wanda's ex-boyfriend is currently on the dance floor with a few ladies.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Wanda… Hey, don't you think it's too loud here? Don't you maybe wanna go for a walk or something?" Y/N asks the Avenger to try to get her away from here, so she'd stop staring at her ex-boyfriend. It might be too fast, but it's worth a try, right?

"… Okay" Wanda sighs and stands up, starting to walk away, so Y/N is quick to follow behind.

The pair ends up on a balcony with the most beautiful view on the entire city which leaves Y/N breathless. She walks closer to the edge, her mouth opened at the sight.

"Wow"

"I know, right? I always come here when I need a moment alone" Wanda confused, a smile visible on her lips.

"I like your smile, you should smile more" Y/N says on which Wanda's cheeks turn a bit red.

Wanda shakes her head, trying to get rid off the nice feeling she's currently having. Ever since Vision cheated on her, Wanda just decided that she'd never fall in love again. She truly loved him and he betrayed her.

Vision was supposed to be her soulmate, the person she'll grow old with, but he just had to do this to her. Thanks to that, the witch slowly stopped believing in love, thinking that maybe she's just destined to stay alone after what happened to her parents, then her twin brother and now to her relationship with Vision.

"You're shivering… Here, take this" Y/N smiles warmly, taking off her suit and putting it over Wanda's shoulders.

"Thank you" Wanda smiles, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she locks eyes with the Bishop girl.

The nice feeling appears again, making Wanda wonder if love really doesn't exist. Maybe it's not how she thought? Maybe it was supposed to happen like this and someone else… maybe even the girl in front of her… is the one she's supposed to spend her life with…

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I'm still confused about what golden retriever energy actually is, but I hope I'm at least close😅

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penny00dreadful · 1 year

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“Shit. Things move fast in this timeline, don’t they?”

Eddie turned his head and froze, staring wide eyed at the third figure standing next to them.

It was him, he was older and wearing glasses but it was Steve. He was greyer than Eddie’s future self, with a haircut that looked almost the exact same as Future-Robin’s and currently distractingly bare-chested, ripping up a cotton t-shirt into makeshift bandages with a sweater thrown over his shoulder.

He wasn’t as muscular as his twenty year old self, but still devastatingly handsome, still strong with the same smattering of chest hair and a simple gold band on his ring finger.

Yeah.

He’d fuck fifty-something year old Steve.

“C’mon. Battle vest off. We gotta switch those out.”

Eddie had to drag his eyes away from Future-Steve’s chest and back up to his face as he spoke, immediately going red when he was caught. His Steve rolled his head to the side, only sparing his future self a glance before nodding and starting to shrug his way out of the denim.

Eddie and Future-Steve reached out to help. “Careful. Mind his back.” They took the weight of the denim off Steve’s body and Eddie tucked it under his arm.

He ran his fingers down Steve’s arm before grasping his hand as Future-Steve dropped to his knees to start undoing the bandages wound around his waist and oh boy Eddie should not be thinking the kind of fucked up things he was thinking right now.

“You ready? This is gonna suck ass.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah.” He breathed. “Just get it over with.” He pushed his face into Eddie’s neck with a groan as the bandages were quickly peeled off and bit down on the collar of his leather jacket when the new bandages were mercilessly pulled tight.

Eddie gripped at the back of Steve’s head with his free hand while his other hand was being crushed in Steve’s grip.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little more.” He whispered into Steve’s hair, not really giving a singular fuck at that moment, trying to talk him through until it was over.

“Alright. I have enough fabric left over for your arms but not enough for your back I’m afraid.”

Future-Steve got to his feet again and began to wind the remnants of the cotton shirt around Steve’s biceps.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” Steve protested, but didn’t pull away. Future-Steve rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips once he was done, muttering “So that’s what it’s like to be on the other side.”

Eddie helped Steve back into his battle vest, placing the weight gingerly over his shoulders, trying not to irritate the road rash over his back. He glanced back over to find Steve’s future counterpart watching him closely with tender eyes.

“God, look at you.” He reached up and tugged at one of Eddie’s curls. “You’re so young.”

If this is what Steve looked like in the future…

If this is how he looked at him?

No wonder his future self was still pining.

Eddie had to avert his gaze for his own sanity, trying to fight away the redness crawling up his face but it was a futile attempt because his eyes just landed on his grey haired chest again. His chest, his stomach, his scars…

The scars.

Those old long healed scars that he’d already seen in a photo with black lace and-

No.

No fucking way!

“Hey! The kids are on their way to the trailer par-” His future counterpart's voice petered off as he rounded the corner of the stairs and took in the sight in front of him. “Stevie, what is with you getting topless in the Upside-Down? Also what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Ellie called.”

“Of course she did. And you didn’t want to miss the reunion?”

“Didn’t want to let you get your ass handed to you again.”

Future-Eddie rolled his eyes before bounding down the last few steps and throwing himself into Future-Steve’s arms.

The hug was weird.

Stilted.

Like they were trying to hold back from doing more, which if Eddie's recent revelation was true, was probably to try and save his and Steve’s sanity from the revelation that they were fucking married?!

The rest of the group crashed down the stairs, surrounding Steve to see if he was okay. In the mess of distraction as the two Robin's started interrogating the two Steve's, Eddie grabbed his own time traveller by the upper arm and dragged him out of earshot.

"Ow! What the fuck, man?"

"I need to talk to you because I'm kinda freaking out."

Future-Eddie shook out his arm. "About?"

Eddie leaned his weight onto the wall behind him, thunking his head back a few times before taking a deep breath in.

"Is it him?"

Future-Eddie looked at him, blinking his familiar deep brown eyes and pursing his lips before nodding slowly.

"Oh Jesus." He put his head in his hands. "Oh fuck. How? Why? How?"

"I have no fucking idea, man." His future counterpart shrugged. "I just count my lucky stars."

"How do you keep your hands to yourself?"

"With great difficulty, I assure you. How did you figure it out? Were we really that obvious?"

"No. I, uh- I saw the photo. I didn't see a face but I saw the scars. And," he waved his hand back towards the group where Future-Steve was thankful fully clothed again, "the scars."

"Ahh… shit. Sorry about that. Spoilers, I guess? But you two already seem to be moving faster than we were on our go around."

"Really?"

"Yeah, man. We danced around each other until Halloween."

"Hey, hi, hello there Double-Trouble. We need to head out if we're gonna get to Forest Hills on time." Future-Steve leaned his elbow on his husband's (what the fuck) shoulder.

Eddie shook his head and tried to get his brain back online. "Why are we going there?"

Steve's smile was just as heart melting thirty-seven years in the future as it was now and Eddie wasn't sure how he'd survive.

"The kids are busting you guys out. And our own exit strategy is there too."

"What is our exit strategy?"

"Ellie said we'd know it when we see it."

Future-Eddie rolled his eyes. "Cryptic."

There weren't enough bikes for all of them so Eddie watched as his future self giddily sat on the bike seat in what was a pathetically transparent excuse to wrap his arms and legs around his husband as Future-Steve pedalled.

Eddie was almost jealous he hadn't thought of it himself except for the fact that his Steve's waist was chewed up to shit. So Steve sat behind Future-Robin, sniggering with her as they cycled, swapping out halfway through so his Steve was pedalling and his Robin was perched on the handlebars.

The gate in the ceiling of his trailer pulsed grotesquely, a thin film of something was stretched over the opening, turning his stomach.

He shoved every thought of Chrissy into the back of his mind.

Something pushed against the gate, poking through, causing their group to jump back but the future trio remained calm as though this was expected.

What wasn't expected was the competing looks of irritation, exasperation, confusion and pride that passed through all three faces at what they saw above.

"What the hell are you three doing here?!" Future-Steve called up towards the gate.

"Do you think you can just run off on some world saving mission without us finding out?" A woman's voice called through followed by a scoff. "Honestly, do you even remember who you're dealing with, dad?"

"Dad?" Steve whispered next to him and before anyone could stop him, he'd darted forward to stare up through the portal, followed quickly by the rest of the group.

Eddie looked up and saw three girls, his girls, his daughters standing in a patch of grass staring up at all of them wide eyed.

"Woah, you two really did used to go all in on the hair, huh?" The one he recognised as Cassie said, a cheeky smirk on her face. "I mean it's one thing seeing it in photos, it's another seeing it in person."

"Hey, watch it, Little Star. It's good hair." Eddie's future self scowled, pointing up towards them.

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Never said it wasn't, pops."

Eddie could feel hig group's eyes on him, flitting between himself, Steve and the girls above. Steve's gaze was burning into the side of his head but he couldn't look away, not from this, not from his future.

"The three of you still haven't answered me. What are you doing here? How did you even find out?" Steve’s future self had his hands on his hips again.

The oldest girl, Rhea, looked like she was fit to burst, practically clamping her hand over her mouth and vibrating with excitement.

The middle girl, Poppy, shrugged the tow rope off her shoulder, holding it up. "Aunt Ellie called. We're your exit strategy."

Future Steve and Eddie glanced at each other.

"We're gonna have words with her once all this is over."

"She didn't have any other option! You three were stuck and everyone else is already at the Lab!"

"What?!” Future-Steve shouted. “Fuck. We have to go."

"Shit. Okay." Eddie's future counterpart grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away from the portal before enveloping him into a crushing hug.

"Listen to me, everything's going to be alright. It's gonna be shit hard sometimes and you're gonna have to fight for it. You're gonna have to fight so hard but it's worth it. I promise you. It's all so worth it. You're gonna be okay, do you hear me? You're gonna be okay."

Eddie looked at his future self and thought back to everything he’d learned so far. How he’d spoken to him, how he’d talked about his kids, how he’d talked about his husband, about Steve. He wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, reciprocating the hug and whispering, "I think I would've liked to have a dad like you."

"That was the goal." Future-Eddie squeezed him tight, before eventually pulling back. He gave his hair one last ruffle before he moved onto his next round of goodbyes, Future-Steve taking his place.

“It's kinda trippy seeing you so young again.” He said, pulling Eddie against that chest.

Oh Christ, he wasn’t able for this. Yeah, the guy was in his mid-fifties and married (to him, what a mindfuck), but he was still a painfully attractive man.

“It’s kinda trippy seeing you grey.” He really tried not to stick his nose into his neck but it was a damn losing battle when it was right there.

He felt Future-Steve laugh against him before he pulled back. “Still look good though?”

“Shit. Yeah, you still look good.” Eddie grinned.

“Hey, you know I- he- he’ll always be there for you, right?”

“I’m starting to.”

Next came the two Robins. Robin’s future self grasped him by the shoulder, turning him a little so his back was to the rest of the group and pulling the two of them into a tight hug.

“Okay little babies. Always use protection, don’t get anyone pregnant, as soon as a company called Google makes itself known, invest. Look forward to your first pride parade together. It’s gonna be wild. Eddie, don’t be so hung up on the semantics of DnD and metal all the time. Robin, babe, relax every so often. Also DnD is kinda fun. I didn’t have to get married to Steve for a safety net, but it was a close call. Eddie, if they do get married, do not buy the yellow suit I know you were planning to try to stick him in.”

Underneath her rambling Eddie could hear frantic whispering behind him from the rest of the group. When he tried to pull out of the hug to look behind, he was tugged back in firmly, keeping him in place.

He raised an awkward hand to pat Future-Robin on the back, confused but relaxing into the hold regardless.

“Uh…” Future-Robin seemed like she was casting around for more things to say. “Cryptocurrencies are a scam. Steve doesn’t have rabies, so you can stop worrying about that, mini me. But maybe watch out for his eyesight. Make sure you put Prima Nocta in the wedding playlist, he’ll lose his mind but it’ll be so funny. There’s a few of the kids that are gonna come to the two of you with some very personal shit and you need to try to handle it like grown-ups but you’ll probably- oh thank god.”

She finally released the two of them, sounding relieved that her rambling was over with.

Eddie and Robin blinked at each other, confused.

“You’re getting eccentric in your old age.” He nudged her.

“Hey!” Future-Robin flicked him on the nose. “Who’re you calling old? Don’t make me put you in a time out, squirt.”

He turned to try to catch the eye of anyone else to impart ‘you seeing this shit’ energy but instead he found Nancy pale faced and angry, resolutely staring at the wall like she wanted to fight it and Steve…

Steve was looking at him like he would disappear at any second. Similarly pale faced but worried and afraid. He found himself immediately gravitating towards him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, just barely touching his fingers to Steve’s wrist.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” Steve tried to laugh it off but it fell painfully flat.

Eddie glanced back at their future counterparts as the tow rope fell through the portal, hanging in mid air.

Freaky.

He looked back at Steve who hadn’t even noticed, still looking at him like he was trying to memorise his face.

“Did they tell you something?”

Steve curled his fist into the lapel of Eddie’s leather jacket, holding on so tight his knuckles went white. Once his hand relaxed, still holding on, but looser this time, Steve’s expression had smoothed out, giving him a small easy smile.

“Just to keep an eye on you. Said you’re a real troublemaker.”

Eddie searched his face. His smile was easy however his eyes were still worried, but he seemed to want to drop the subject. Eddie wanted to pry, he wanted to know exactly what had been said, what had he missed but he didn’t really know Steve yet. He didn’t know if he was reading the situation wrong or if he’d be the type of guy to close off if pushed.

So he didn’t push.

“Sounds like me.”

Steve laughed, though it was really more of a strained exhale. “Yeah.” He muttered. “Sounds like you.” He released his grip on the leather jacket and turned back towards the group who were now gathered around the portal, but stuck close to Eddie's side.

They rejoined everyone and looked up at the three girls. Cassie was hanging off the rope, testing its weight while Rhea and Poppy were hissing at each other.

Rhea still had a hand clamped over her mouth.

“Honey, you look like you’re about to burst.” Future-Steve called out. “What’s eating you?”

"Poppy met a boy!" She blurted out, clamping her hand back over her mouth and immediately being shoved by the sister in question.

"Dude!"

“I’m sorry!”

Future-Steve snapped his head up at the revelation. “Here in Hawkins? A Hawkins boy? Who?!”

“No one-”

“Jacob!” Rhea squeaked through her hand.

“Ugh.” Future-Eddie grimaced. “‘J’ name.”

“What’s his last name? Who’re his parents?”

Poppy crossed her arms. “Why does it matter?”

“Because that’s information I need to know!”

“Why? You gonna stop me from seeing him?”

“I can’t stop you from doing shit but I have a right as your father to grumble about it!”

“Well I don’t know, dad! I didn’t exactly get a family history from him when he was giving us directions!”

“I swear to god.” Future-Eddie ran his hand down his face and turned to his husband. “If we ran hundreds of miles away from Hawkins only for one of our kids to end up back here I’m gonna lose my mind.”

A loud crack sounded through the portal causing the three girls to jump and turn around.

“Holy shit.” They said at the same time.

“What?! What is happening over there, fuck, we’ve got to go, Robin. C’mon, up.” Future-Steve frantically waved his Robin over.

“There’s nothing to break the fall!” She shouted.

“So you better not break anything when you fall.”

“Har-har. Alright,” she called up through the portal, “are you listening Little Miss Cheerleader? You better be there to catch me!”

“I’m a flyer, I don’t catch, I get caught!” Cassie called back. “Keep your knees and elbows loose and try to roll with the momentum!”

“Shit. Okay. Gimme a boost, Steve.”

He hoisted Robin up, practically sending her through the portal on her own without the rope. She tumbled out onto the other side landing with a clumsy roll and a groan, but was uninjured, helped to her feet by Cassie and Rhea.

“That was not as fun this time around! And it’s a longer drop now that the trailer is gone!” She called back up to them.

Eddie turned his eyes back onto his future self. “Why’s the trailer gone?”

He shrugged. “It’s a crime scene. You’ll get set up in a nicer place, don’t worry about it.”

“There’s a lot I seem to be ‘not worrying about’ these days.” He grumbled as his future self clapped him on the shoulder.

“Just wait until you have teenage daughters. See you on the other side, kiddos!” He stepped in front of the tow rope, but instead of creating a bridge with his hands for Future-Eddie to step into, Future-Steve just grabbed him firmly around the hips and effortlessly lifted him upwards.

It really wasn’t the time for it, it really wasn’t the time for it but Eddie suddenly felt the need for some smelling salts or a white lace handkerchief to wave in front of his face or something.

His future self landed with far less grace than Robin had but Cassie did dart out this time to stop him from completely faceplanting.

“Okay.” Future-Steve turned back to them, one hand on the rope. “Be good, kids. Remember what I said, mind the vents, find a different spot for Erica and as soon as he goes through the attic window, get back downstairs and finish it.” He directed the last two statements towards Steve and Nancy before giving a dorky two finger salute and starting to make his climb upwards.

Future-Steve had barely landed (without help, the showoff) back in his own time before there was a gruesome sucking sound the portal began to grow another layer of slime skin, cutting off their future and past selves and severing the tow rope in one fell swoop.

Silence was only able to settle around the four of them for a few seconds before something was pushed back against the portal. With a great squelch the skin was broken again.

Though this time it wasn’t grass and their future selves staring back but the grinning faces of Dustin, Max, Lucas and Erica in the Rightside-Up version of Eddie’s trailer.

Over the next day, they formulated their plan to defeat Vecna. Both Steve and Nancy would occasionally jump in front of a suggestion with a simple explanation of ‘that won’t work’ .

When Eddie and Dustin suggested they act as a distraction for the bats with the most metal concert in the world, both Nancy and Steve shouted a firm ‘No!’ before they could stop themselves.

Eddie wasn’t an idiot, he knew they had been told something that, for whatever reason, hadn’t been shared with him and Robin but now wasn’t exactly the time to pry.

As long as he made it out of this with all his limbs intact he supposed he could let it be.

Setting up the stereo away from the trailer park should have worked in theory. They had plenty of time to turn it on and bike back to the portal, keeping a healthy distance between themselves and danger.

But when the bats descended too quickly and he watched Dustin run inside, expecting Eddie to follow because why wouldn’t he, he took his opportunity to lock the door and draw them away.

By the time the bats dropped and he was able to stumble his way back to the trailer, Dustin had the door broken off its hinges. He was pissed but relieved that Eddie was okay. Yeah, his sides had been pretty badly chewed up but it was nothing worse than what had happened to Steve.

Steve and Nancy, however, were incandescent with rage and panic when they got back and saw him bloodied, only really calming down when both he and Dustin started arguing back, confused and bewildered about why they were acting like someone died when they should be celebrating, considering they’d just confirmed Vecna was definitely gone.

He spent the next month holed up in Steve’s house with Wayne, waiting for his name to be cleared.

Barely a week of that living arrangement had passed before they shared their first kiss, wrapped up in their softest clothes in the middle of a scary movie marathon that neither were really paying attention to.

There were a lot of firsts that night.

It was during a particularly heated argument a couple of weeks later between Eddie and Steve that he learned why Steve was so insistent on taking rigorous care of Eddie’s bites even though his own went mostly neglected.

He learned he had nearly died in the other timeline because of the bites he and got it, he did. But this wasn’t the other timeline, this was their own one.

Memories of their future selves were already starting to slip away piece by piece and Eddie didn’t want to spend the rest of his life dwelling, trying to live up to or keep track of his other self. This was his life and he was going to make mistakes but he was going to make the most of it too.

“Make the most of it with me?” He asked Steve holding out his hand and sitting next to him in what was essentially their bed, guest rooms be damned.

Steve looked down at Eddie’s hand then back up to his eyes before allowing a small smile to crack through his worried expression.

Steve nodded before linking their fingers together.

“Okay.”

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I Only Need Ten

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, BestFriend!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: when Eddie decided to go no contact with Y/N after a drunk night, his worst nightmares come to life at a party (based on scene from Daisy Jones and the Six)

word count: 2896

warnings: drug use (cocaine), over dose, terrible boyfriend (the oc not eddie), a small mention of murder and killing (deserved tho), near death experience

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"I think you're delusional." Steve says as him and Y/N walked up to the party, Robin practically running ahead to get there quicker. It was her first time at a party that was barred from high schoolers, meaning it would probably have hard drugs. Parties weren't usually her scene, but she was ready tonight. Y/N had been hyping it up for ages, begging Robin for years to go - since the younger got out of high school.

"Do you ever let anything go?" Y/N asked, already slurring her words. Steve rolled his eyes as he grabbed the bottle from her hands, one of his own wrapping around her arm when she stumbled a bit. "God, I mean, I think if Eddie liked me he would have said something." Of course they were arguing about Y/N's new boyfriend, her rebound from Eddie after they drunkenly made out and passed out with each other's hands halfway down their pants. Eddie made it very clear he wasn't interested after he slipped out before she woke up and avoided her like the plague, not answering any of her calls and leaving her to talk to Wayne awkwardly.

"Maybe he's afraid." Steve said, wincing as he took a long swig of the hard liquor she had procured; he already felt the hangover. Unfortunately the massive amounts of partying he had done in high school did not help as he got older. Just smelling alcohol aged him ten years.

"Please," Y/N snorted, walking through the people that were in the lawn, music blaring even outside. On the patio table someone was cutting cocaine, and before Steve could stop her she was breathing it in and throwing her head back in a laugh.

"Alright," Steve grabbed her and pulled her into the house, hoping she would only do one line. When Y/N was heart broken, she tended to go a little overboard. Her boyfriend wasn't very good at stopping her, and Steve didn't trust him.

"Steve, come on! Don't act like you're such aaaa," She trailed off, not knowing what to say. "I don't have a good comeback." She laughed loudly, and Steve took another swig of the drink. This was gonna be a long night.

"You are such an idiot." Dustin magically appeared at Eddie's side, holding a beer in hand like he did this every night. The two were leaning against a counter in the kitchen, where you could see everyone going in and out.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Eddie yanked the beer away, spilling half of it as Dustin protested, "C'mon, man! I'm seventeen now!"

"And what if Steve sees you?" Eddie knew it was a trump card, since last month Steve had been forced to pick up the kids from a party after it was busted and Will threw up in the roses out front. He hadn't said anything that night, picking them up and taking them to his house, calling Mike's mom to tell her they were all safe and had crashed at his place after meeting up with Eddie. He held El's hair back when she threw up, multiple times, and got them orange juice in the morning while Dustin lived in the bathroom. And then lectured them for an hour and told them that while he would always pick them up when they needed, he was going to tell their parents and let them deal with that next time.

"Steve's gonna be here?" Dustin looked around, but he didn't see Steve. Eddie wasn't even sure how Dustin got into this party; he has seen high schoolers get kicked out at least four times in the last fifteen minutes of him standing in the kitchen and looking for Y/N.

"Yeah, I think he's coming with Robin and Y/N." Eddie tried not to seem weird when he said her name, but Dustin was a perceptive little shit.

"We all know you two have a thing going on." While they all knew that Y/N and Eddie did in fact have some tension, the teenagers were not aware of exactly what had transpired a couple weeks prior.

"You don't know shit." Eddie chugged Dustin's beer, grabbing his arm as he tried to leave before he could go get a new one.

"I know plenty of shit." Dustin rolled his eyes, shrugging Eddie off and walking away, definitely going to grab another beer. Seems Steve's threats didn't work very well.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Eddie shouted, leaning against the counter and drinking out of his own cup filled with something a little bit harder.

He wanted to get wasted.

"Where's Blake?" Y/N slurred as she looked around. Her eye caught more coke on a corner counter, and when she lit up Steve felt himself tense.

"Have a cig," Steve pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, hoping it would distract Y/N enough that she would temporarily forget about the cocaine that she definitely did not need. He was just about to light it for her when he saw Dustin walk by with a beer in his hand.

That little punk.

"Dustin!" Steve yelled, mind filling with rage at the fact that Dustin had not learned at all from him. "Hey, come here, you little shit!" Steve was off, looking over heads to track Dustin as he snaked through the crowd.

Y/N immediately forgot about the unlit cigarette as soon as Steve was gone.

"Babe!" Blake threw an arm around Y/N as she came up from snorting a line, not even giving her time to breathe before putting a cold hand to her face and kissing her breathless.

Eddie watched the whole thing, watched as Blake threw back his drink and took a hit in one breath, watched the couple laugh and kiss messily. He couldn't take it, seeing her with him. He knew he had fucked up, that knowing her rejection would have been better than this.

He walked away, going to help Steve corral the other little shits that had snuck into the party before they got into serious trouble.

Y/N wasn't sure what she was laughing at. All she really knew was Blake had just pushed her off the bed they were jumping on, but her head was fuzzy and her body was heavy, so maybe he was doing her a favor. She liked laying on the floor, breathing deeply.

"Do you ever stop laughing!" Blake yelled at her, making her head spin even more. Suddenly, she felt less of the fun fuzzy feeling and more unclear and in the dark. What was going on?

She could barely breathe, she didn't feel in control of her own body. She could feel her brain shutting down as she closed her eyes. The panic set in when she was unable to open them more than slits, but it was quickly replaced by nothingness.

Across the party, El was screaming.

She was yelling incoherently at Eddie, who felt way too sober for everything. Max and Will and Mike were at her sides, trying to get her to calm down, but she was hitting the older man, grabbing his jacket and pointing up the stairs. He almost put her over his shoulder to walk out, thinking she was clearly wasted, when he heard something he knew was actually English.

"It's Y/N!" That got Eddie moving, running to the last bedroom he had seen Y/N go into. He had kept an eye on her, had watched her get progressively more unhinged and high, but he thought Blake had it. He is her boyfriend after all, and the last thing Eddie wanted to do was intrude.

How could he have been so stupid?

Steve marched behind him, the kids bee-lining to follow. Once Eddie got to the door and found it locked, he pounded on it so hard it rattled the walls.

"Blake? You motherfucker, you better get out of there before I break this goddamn door down!" Eddie's voice was deep and loud, making the kids shiver. They had never heard him sound like this. Blake unlocked the door to stick his head out.

"Go the fuck away, freak." Blake said, but he seemed out of breath and his voice was too high.

"Where's Y/N?" Eddie demanded, trying to push through the door.

"She's fine. Everything's fine. Just go." He rushed out, still trying to shut the door on Eddie. "Go, please." He begged, setting off warning bells all throughout Eddie's head.

"Open the door." Eddie seethed, tilting his head in anger.

"No," Blake started, shaking his head and pushing.

"Open the fucking door." Eddie pounded once more against the half open door, red hot rage engulfing him as he could think of nothing else but Y/N. The way Blake had said that she was fine so quickly, wanting him to leave, it didn't sit right with Eddie.

"She's not your's, man! You had a chance," Before he could finish his sentence Steve and Lucas were helping Eddie open the door; it was overkill, and Blake lost the fight quickly.

"Y/N?" He called looking around. It didn't take long to find her on the ground, unmoving. She looked uncomfortable laying there, not right.

Eddie's heart dropped so far it cracked the carpet.

"Oh my fuck," He ran to her, hands cupping her face. "Y/N? Y/N." He repeated her name over and over again as he lightly slapped her face, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she didn't he pressed his head to her chest, but he felt no movement.

"Holy shit," Dustin muttered as Eddie let out a quiet sob, the younger man stepping back slightly as he took in the scene.

"Steve!" Eddie called, not daring to look away from Y/N. "She's not breathing, man!" He could barely get the words out, his throat constricting in time with his wildly beating heart.

"No, no," Max's hands went to her mouth, feeling Lucas behind her. She turned into him and he cradled her head to his shoulder, making sure she wouldn't see the scene in front of them.

"Y/N? All right, all right, all right." He was convincing himself that she was fine, that any second now she was gonna gasp for air and laugh and he would kiss her senseless. He had been stupid to not talk to her, to not hear her out. Now, as he maneuvered her into his arms, he felt sick at the thought that he had lost time with her. "It's okay, I'm here, Y/N." He pulled her around and made sure her head was tilted up, not realizing how much he was shaking. He tried to calm himself by rocking back and forth.

"Dustin, go find a phone, call the cops, don't give any names. If we can't get her awake, they'll help." Steve ordered, taking charge of everyone before they could continue freaking out. "Will, go with him. El and Mike, go find Nancy. Tell her Y/N overdosed, that she's nonresponsive. The rest of you, tell Nancy to give you her keys and go to her car. Keep your heads down, we don't have time to bail any of you out of jail." The kids moved quickly, leaving him, Blake, Y/N and Eddie in the room.

"Y/N? Y/N." He was still repeating her name, smacking her lightly with the arm wrapped around her head, knowing he would do anything to see her chest move again, hear her heart beat.

"It's gonna be okay," Steve said, but Eddie wasn't listening.

"C'mon." Eddie begged, only looking up when Steve yelled out at someone. He saw Blake moving to the door, halfway out of it. "What the fuck are you doing?" Eddie yelled, head melting at the fact that here he was, holding Blake's girlfriend as she died while Blake was leaving.

"I'm sorry, I, I can't be here, so, um, I'll, I'm sorry," And with that stuttering mess Blake ran out the door, leaving Steve and Eddie alone with Y/N. The two didn't have time to be angry at Blake, too focused on Y/N.

"Steve?" Someone called from the hallway.

"In here!" Steve yelled back, and Eddie was relieved to see it was Nancy holding a white cloth.

"Put this here," Nancy slid to her knees in front of Y/N and Eddie, Robin and Jonathan trailing behind her with horror-stricken looks. Nancy pressed the cloth, which smelled strongly of alcohol, onto Y/N's nose as Eddie held her head up, tears beginning to run down his face.

"All right, stay with me. Stay with me." He begged, not letting himself think about what would happen if this didn't work. "Wake up. Wake up." He gripped her tighter, tears falling off his face and onto hers.

"Hold on," Nancy muttered, because this wasn't working. Y/N still lay unmoving in Eddie's arms.

"Please. Please, please, please, please." He had never begged for something this hard in his life, had never wanted so badly to be able to go back in time and change everything. He felt the guilt of this. He knew it was his fault. If he hadn't pushed her away, too afraid to face his fears, he would have been with her tonight. "Please don't, please don't." Someone was rubbing his back, telling him to breathe, but all he could think was that he wasn't the one that needed help. He felt the air draw out of him, the room closing in as more time passed without Y/N opening her eyes.

Eddie pulled her as close to his chest as possible, pressing kisses to her forehead in between muttered prayers and pleas for her to just stay with him, to breathe and open her eyes.

"Please," He muttered once more, raising his head to the ceiling and calling on anyone who was listening to help him. When he looked down again, Y/N's eyes were open - hooded and dilated, but she was responsive.

"It's you." She whispered, looking at him for a moment longer as he put his hand to her cheek before she closed her eyes once more, this time still breathing.

"The cops are here!" Robin called from the window, and everyone started moving. Steve and Eddie picked Y/N up, who's eyes are closing an opening at the rate of a turtle's.

"C'mon, we gotta go," Steve encourages, and Eddie has never been so grateful for someone who knew what to do. Usually, he likes to be in charge, likes to take control of situations, but right now he can't think. He's straining his ears as if he could hear her heartbeat somehow.

"She's not conscious." Eddie tells Steve, who silently leans down to help Y/N up. They had her arms over their shoulders, her feet dragging on the floor as the two boys carry her out.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Steve mutters as they get to Nancy's car, people running around and creating the perfect cover.

"I'm getting to him first." Eddie isn't seeing red yet, because he has to get Y/N to safety, but he knows as soon as she's okay he's going to go insane.

It takes three seconds for Y/N to be placed into the care of Robin, who looks up and expects Eddie and Steve to climb in.

"Make sure she's okay." Eddie says. He's already imagining every way he's going to hurt Blake.

"What?" Robin barely says before Steve is slamming the door shut and walking back into the house.

The men are lit by red and blue police lights as they make their way back into the house.

"Hey!" A hand on Eddie's shoulder stops him, which should top them off that they know this person because they went for Eddie's shoulder knowing Steve would wait. Eddie would not have had Steve been the one who was stopped. "What the hell are you two doing?" Hopper is standing there when they turn, arms crossed.

"I have to go kill someone." Eddie says, as if he isn't talking to the chief of police.

"Can I ask why?" Hopper doesn't seem very concerned, but he's sure Eddie is telling the truth by how angry he looks.

"You don't wanna know, Hop." Steve starts, knowing that Y/N won't get in trouble from him but not sure he wants to expose her.

"Are the kids okay?" Hopper asks, concerned.

"We got them out." Steve can tell Eddie is itching to break some bones, and he's not sure how happy Hopper would be about that.

"What happened to Y/N?" Hopper knows that the only reason Steve and Eddie would be marching into a party together is her.

"Hop," Steve starts, knowing that if they tell Hopper he'll probably tell them to leave so he can arrest the jackass. He needs to pummel Blake's face himself. He needs to let Eddie almost kill him and pull him back before any murdering actually occurs.

"She ODed and he pushed her off the bed before he left her not breathing on the ground." Eddie is about to turn around when Hopper grabs his arm. "You're gonna have to arrest me to keep me off of him, and if you're gonna do it you better do it now."

"Listen to me," Hopper says quietly, looking around to make sure the other officers are all doing something else. "I will keep them away from you. Whatever happens in the next fifteen minutes, I don't know about it. When I find him, it better look like a fight gone wrong and not a homicide. Got it?" His voice scared Steve, but invigorated Eddie.

"I only need ten."

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Hi can I have a Jonathan x female reader, Jonathan gets invited to the gangs new year’s party, he feels awkward as it’s his first time seeing Nancy since they broke up. But he meets the reader and they instantly falls in love but are both too shy to say anything so Argyle becomes Jonathan’s wingman. Just something cute and funny :)

I adore Jonathan 🫶🏻 I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Happy new year! 🥳

New Year, New love

Steve and Robin wanted to throw a New Year party in their new apartment. They invited everyone in the gang and some friends of the gang. Jonathan got to bring Argyle, which he was thankful for because he didn't want to be the loser older brother who had to hang out with Will all night.

Jonathan was still awkward with Steve because of Nancy. And well, Nancy and Jonathan broke up and it was always awkward to be around an ex. Jonathan broke up with Nancy and even though she took it well, he felt a lot of distance between them.

Jonathan and Argyle were smoking on the balcony, another thing Jonathan loved doing with a friend. They finished off their second joint, and Jonathan already felt the buzzing in his body. They walked into the party, laughing to themselves.

"There they are!" Steve said, his arm wrapped around a girl. Jonathan wasn't sure if he was choking on the smoke in his lungs or over the fact this girl was gorgeous.

"This is Jonathan and Argyle. Jonathan is Will's older brother. Guys, this is Y/N. She's a coworker with Robin and I." Steve said. Y/N stuck out her hand, both boys took turns shaking it.

"You are beautiful, sweetheart," Argyle said, a dopey smile on his face as he pressed his lips against her hand. She laughed and thanked him, but her eyes kept glancing towards Jonathan.

Steve and Y/N walked off, as Steve showed her around the apartment. Jonathan felt like he was holding his breath. Finally letting out a big sigh with a "Wow"

"Dude I know. She fine as hell." Argyle said, his eyes half open as he nodded his head. "I think she liked what she saw." He joked, nudging Jonathan's arm.

"What? Me?" Jonathan scoffed. He shook his head. There was no way she was into him. She was probably into Steve and his charm.

"Dude! I had my lips on her hand and she was looking right at you. She shook your hand longer and kept staring at you. She's into you." Argyle explained.

"I don't know how to talk to girls...or anyone," Jonathan said, his eyes on her frame as she walked back into the living room.

"Shit, I so got you man. I might be a pizza man, but I know how to be a wingman too." Argyle said, cracking his neck for exaggeration as he walked over to Y/N. Jonathan panicked and followed behind. He planned to stop Argyle but he was already talking.

"New years, huh? Such a couple of holidays, but I see you are here without someone. Got a boyfriend that's coming over?" Jonathan wanted to smack himself in the head and hide. Argyle wasn't subtle at all.

"Haha no, I'm single." She awkwardly laughed, yet the sound made Jonathan's heart race.

"What about you...guys?" She asked, her eyes once again on Jonathan as she finished the question.

"Single as ever, and my boy here is single and so ready to mingle," Argyle said, throwing his arm over Jonathan proudly. And god Jonathan wanted to kill himself. He wasn't sure if it was worse or better to look back at her.

"Good to know." She said with a small smile. Her attention was captured by Steve as he waved her over.

"Nice to meet you, again." She said and walked off.

"Well if Steve is going to be a cockblock, he must be removed," Argyle said with a glare.

~~~

It was nearly eleven, everyone surrounded a random board game. The group was split into two teams, Jonathan couldn't help but blush when he was put on Y/N's team. And the way he had goosebumps when she sat next to him and grazed him when she shuffled around.

By 11:30, the game was half ignored by everyone, excited Dustin and Eddie who were going head to head. Jonathan kept trying to come up with something to talk about. Argyle kept mouthing words across the room and he could barely understand them.

"Movies." Argyle mouthed, pointing towards the TV.

"Moo?" Jonathan mouthed back, and Argyle looked at him like he was an idiot.

"M-o-v-i-e-s. She works at a movie store!" Argyle started mouthing but harshly whispered at the end.

"MOVIES!" Jonathan yelled once he caught on, the group looked at him confused and Y/N jumped as he screamed it in his ear. He felt his skin heat up as he coughed.

"Um I mean, movies. You work at a video store, do you have a favorite genre?" Jonathan asked. He saw her eyes light up as she answered the question right away.

Jonathan couldn't help but stare as she talked and talked. She was very passionate about her favorite movies, and he knew that job was perfect for her. She knew everything about almost every movie.

"How about you?" She asked back.

Jonathan was back at square one, he barely watched movies or even TV. He sat in his room with music and comics.

"Um, I don't watch movies too much." He shrugged, he felt a frown on his face as she deflated a bit. "But! You work at a video store, maybe you can point out the good ones?" He tried.

She lit up again and nodded her head. "I'd love to have you around!" She said he could tell she didn't mean to quite say that. and Jonathan felt himself smile. "at the store I mean! Good company during work." She said, her eyes wide as she tried to cover herself.

"I'd love to be around you," he said, "for company and stuff." He added as a tease with a small wink. She giggled and shuffled closer, and Jonathan couldn't believe it was working. He looked up shocked to Argyle, who stood there with a smirk and nod.

~~~

"1 MINUTE TO NEW YEARS!" Eddie yelled, drunk, at the TV. The ball drop countdown began and the group cheered.

Jonathan finished off his cup, setting it aside. He took a deep breath and looked over at Y/N. Her eyes locked on the TV as the countdown ticked closer to the end. Jonathan knew he was going to go for it. The weed and alcohol in his body as he rested his hand on her thigh. The touch made her turn her head to look at him.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" the group screamed as the ball dropped.

And Jonathan's lips pressed against Y/N's. Her eyes were open as she felt the shock take over her body. But then she closed her eyes, cupped his cheek, and kissed him back.

"I did that," Argyle said, a proud smile on his face as the two ignored everyone around them.

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Other parts: one, two, three, four, five

Steve

Eddie’s words of reassurance are the only thing keeping him from completely freaking out when the reminder of their party comes into view as he makes his way downstairs. As his feet hit the last step, his memory races to remind him of what happened.

That his friends were there, that they saw him break.

His breath hitches as he sees the door to the backyard, there’s a mess out there. As if they all got up in a hurry and he doesn’t quite understand why. They usually never clean up but they at least make an attempt to make it look like they do.

Peeking out the window, there’s not even a trash bag in view. Cans hastily throw on a table or chair, forgotten pizza boxes are scattered around the yard from birds grabbing hold of it and chairs pushed around with towels no where to be found.

It’s confusing, he doesn’t know where to start.

Before he can even really figure it out, the doorbell rings. Sighing, he moves away from that door and goes for the front instead. Hoping it’s not any of the kids, he takes a moment to school his face and attempt to look fine.

“Sunshine!”

The tension he built up nearly falls away at the sight of Eddie standing there with a smile and a basket in hand. He’s confused but he smiles back anyway, moving away to let the older boy in. Eddie doesn’t give him a chance to close the door, he kicks it shut and sets the basket down. “Hug?”

He nods but still tenses up only a second before completely melting into the hug. Eddie squeezes him close and doesn’t say a word when Steve hides his face in his neck.

It’s probably one of the best hugs he’s had in years.

“You feeling better, Sunshine?” Eddie asks and doesn’t bother letting him go, keeps his arms tight around him.

It helps being in the hug to admit out loud, “I’m okay, I think. Maybe overwhelmed? A little confused, what- um, happened after?”

Eddie doesn’t answer him immediately, squeezes him again before pulling away. He has to bite his tongue to stop the honest to god whine he can feel bubbling up. But he drops his own arms, letting Eddie go.

“You mean at the party?”

He nods, crossing his arms and looking down at the basket. “Noticed the mess in the backyard, they didn’t even bother cleaning up and now I have to cle-“

“I kicked them out” Eddie interrupts him and it makes his head snap up, meeting his eye and seeing annoyance there. “They were being mean to you, they didn’t deserve to be here. So, I told them to get out.” He shrugged, “you don’t have to clean up, I’ll do it. You, my Sunshine, will be getting ready.”

His head goes a little fuzzy at knowing that someone was sticking up for him. He nods and sees Eddie smile at him, then the words catch up to him. “Get ready?”

Eddie’s smile widens, lifts the basket up higher which doesn’t answer him but he looks at it. “We are going for a drive and I packed a picnic for us!”

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Eddie

With his plan written out, his motivation in the right places and the absolute need to provide for Steve, he woke up early to put together the best picnic ever.

“What’re you doing, boy?”

Nearly dropping the jar of peanut butter, he glared over his shoulder at Wayne, “packing a picnic”

He rolls his eyes as Wayne comes over, “Picnic, for who?”

It takes him a minute to word his response correctly. Not wanting to betray Steve’s trust but also not wanting to lie to Wayne. Maybe someday they’ll talk to him about it, when Steve is in the room and comfortable with sharing.

“For Steve and I, no it’s not a date.” As much as he’d love for it to be a date, this is not the time for Steve to think about dating.

Wayne nods with a soft, “if you’re sure, Ed. This Steve know that?”

Groaning he turns to look at him, “it’ll only be a date if he wants it to be, I’m his friend. I’m worried about him and think he deserves a picnic”

Wayne nods, leans against the counter and crosses his arms. “Ed, you’re a good person. Know that? I hope everything is good with your friend”

His cheeks start to burn at the pride he hears in Wayne’s voice, he hides it behind his hair and ducks his head. “Thanks Wayne”

The rest of the packing is done without interruption. It’s just a simple lunch, PB&J sandwiches, chips and fruits. He’ll pick up beers on the way over and maybe some desserts, it’s not much but he has a feeling Steve will love it.

He can instantly tell something is off with Steve once he’s at the house. Hugging Steve feels like home, feeling him just melt in his arms? The best feeling in the world. He’ll never get tired of this. Hopes for it to happen everyday, hopes for it forever.

Pulling away hurts but it’s necessary to get going, needing to get Steve out of this cold house. Admitting about kicking out their friends is easy, cleaning up the mess is even easier.

Once it’s all done and Steve is ready, they’re off.

They look like an odd pair and Eddie loves it. The contrast in their clothes is eye catching. Steve’s soft tones and Eddie’s harsher ones, it makes him smile.

Steve’s got on a yellow sweater, it’s new and a size bigger than the one he lost. He’s wearing light wash jeans with his normal Nike shoes. While Eddie on the other hand, he’s got on fishnet sleeves with an old Black Sabbath t-shirt he cropped a while back. He’s got his ripped black jeans and leather jacket on with a pair of doc martens.

Total opposites, but they work. Like a jigsaw puzzle, their edges match up and fit perfectly together.

“So, where are we going exactly?” Steve asks once they’re in the van and he’s in the passenger seat without one complaint about not driving.

Eddie can’t look at him but he smiles anyway, “Well, was thinking taking a nice drive out of town to find a park, just the two of us, that okay?”

If he doesn’t want to go out of town for this, Eddie will just find a quiet park their friends don’t go to. He won’t force Steve anywhere, even if he knows getting away from this town would be good for him. Steve doesn’t even realize how much of hold he has on Eddie, how much Eddie is willing to do to care for him.

“Yeah, yeah that’s okay.” Steve answers back then whispers, “Is, is this a date?”

Tensing up, he grips the wheel and slows to a stop before pulling off to the side. He’d like to actually face Steve while talking about this. “Sunshine, Steve, do you want it to be a date? I don’t want to force you into anything, okay?”

Steve’s eyes go wide at that and he reaches out to grab his hands, waits for the nod before gripping them and squeezing. His eyes drop to their hands, Steve shifts them to lace their fingers together.

“I’d really like it to be a date, Eddie.” His voice isn’t as nervous as before, more confident but not anywhere close as before, “Do you?”

Squeezing his hands, he brings them up to his face and waits until Steve’s looking at him before he presses a kiss to both of his hands. Steve’s cheeks turn pink, it makes him smile.

“Sunshine, I’d love for it to be a date. You have me already and I’d really like it if I had you too”

The smile he gets back lives up to his nickname, it’s blinding and beautiful. This beautiful boy doesn’t even know that he’ll do anything and everything for him. But for now, he’ll make this picnic date the best damn date ever.

Oh hey! I finally got more motivation for this and apparently the boys wanted this to turn into a date. Impatient boys, damn. We were getting there! Also sorry for the accidental undertone dom/sub? I didn’t mean for that, it just sorta happened. I even read back the other parts and uhhh it’s always been there and I didn’t even more for it to happen. Oops. Anyway now we got soft dom!eddie and sub!steve in this lol. oh!!! Shout out to @i-less-than-three-you for her being a soundboard for me, it really helped me out ❤️

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Times Like These (The Anniversary Edition)

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Chapter 10: Focal Point

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“Oh my god.”

The nail bat clattered as it hit the ground, slipping from Steve’s grip as he and Hopper spent several seconds just staring at each other. Eddie couldn’t tell who moved first but suddenly the two men had wrapped each other up in a fierce embrace.

He wasn’t sure if Steve and the Chief had been particularly close before the older man had been lost, but maybe having fought in the trenches together, and then thinking he was dead meant that didn’t really matter. They were brothers in arms—even if the age difference made them seem more like father and son—reunited against all odds just when they needed each other most.

That alone was worth a hug and a tear—or two.

Eddie bent to scoop up the fallen weapon, handing it back to Steve when they separated, and waved Hopper inside.

“Hey Chief,” Eddie said, dipping his head in acknowledgement. “Just, uh, heads up—there's like eight people right around the corner that are about to freak out when they see you.”

“Not the Chief anymore.” Hopper said, frowning as he looked Eddie up and down. “Do I even want to know how you got mixed up in all this, Munson?”

“It’s a long story, lawman.”

“I guess that makes two of us then.” Hopper sighed, taking a step over the threshold and throwing a desperate look at Steve. “Do you think I can at least shower this filth off before we play twenty questions?”

Steve grimaced in reply, scratching his nose.

Sure enough when they turned around, Robin, Dustin, and Nancy came tumbling into the hall, the others crowding in behind them in the archway, all staring—mouths agape.

Dustin rubbed at his eyes, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. “Is that?”

“Oh my god,” Robin breathed.

“But, I thought–”

“We all thought.” Nancy said, wrapping her arms around her waist.

For a moment Hopper just stood there looking at them all, a little stunned himself, staring as if they were the ghosts, his eyes swimming with unshed tears.

“Alright guys, let’s give the man a little breathing room.” Eddie prompted, knowing everyone but him and Steve were bound to be in a state of shock.

“I’m gonna take Hopper upstairs to get cleaned up before we bombard him with questions, alright?” Steve added, throwing a warning glare at the crowd of onlookers.

Dustin looked ready to push the issue, but thought better of it as the others nodded absently, moving out of the way to let them pass, still dumbfounded. Steve led Hopper towards the stairs, and Eddie followed without thinking, just second nature to be wherever Steve was, until he was stopped short on the bottom step, turning as Nancy caught him by the arm.

“Is this what you and Steve had to talk to Joyce alone about? Did you know he was alive this whole time?!” She asked, sharp eyes searching his.

He struggled not to squirm under the intensity of her gaze, glancing around for help, hoping Robin or Chrissy were close by but they’d both gone back into the living room.

“I knew it was a possibility, yeah, but I swear this is the first time I've been sure. I’m sorry, Joyce asked us not to say anything until—”

Nancy let him go suddenly, her face softening. “It’s okay. Eddie, I’m not—I know we haven't been especially friendly with each other, and I don't know if that’s typical of you and me in these loops or not, but—” She cut herself off, shaking her head. “I promise I believe you, and I-I'm not mad. God, I’m just glad he’s alive. I wanted to say thank you—for everything.”

“B-but I didn’t—”

“You did. I think you probably did more for us than we’ll ever know.” She smiled, stepping back and shooing him away. “Now go on, catch up with Steve. I'm sure he could use a hand, or at least moral support.”

Eddie gulped and did just that, taking the stairs two at a time to escape, wondering how the hell he’d managed to endear himself to goddamn Nancy Wheeler. He’d been a train wreck this loop!

He got to the end of the hall in a flash.

“So, what happened, why aren’t Joyce and the kids with you?” Steve was asking Hopper as he walked up.

The former chief glanced between the two of them. “I thought you might know something. You seemed… a little less shocked than I would have expected at seeing me alive. I take it the others didn’t have any idea?”

Steve shook his head.

“I would have done the same.” Hopper nodded approvingly. “And to answer your question, all I know is we were on the way to some underground bunker in Nevada when the flight crew got a message that it had been compromised. They rerouted here, dropped me off, and left again.”

Oh shit.

It’d been such a surprise to open the door and see the man standing on the other side of it that Eddie hadn’t considered the implications of him arriving alone. Clearly Steve had.

He felt like an idiot, unsure why he was even standing there. Steve didn’t need him. Eddie had followed out of habit, a base need to be around the other boy, wherever he was—proof that he’d let himself go too far last night, forgotten that he needed to stay away. He should have left that bathroom the second Steve was patched up, and he definitely shouldn’t have fallen asleep next to him on the couch.

“Alright, that’s enough for now. You uh… “ Steve trailed off, showing Hopper into his parents room. “Shower’s through there, and you can take whatever you want from the drawers or the closet. Come down when you’re ready.”

“Thanks, kid.”

As soon as they were back downstairs with the others, Robin rounded on Steve whispering at him rapidly, while Dustin pounced, pointing an accusing finger at Eddie. “What’s going on?”

“What makes you think I know anything?”

Dustin gave him a searing glare, unimpressed. “First of all, you’re in a time loop, you literally know everything. Secondly, do I look stupid to you?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

“You both obviously know something, so spill.” Dustin demanded, all but stomping his feet as he looked between him and Steve.

“Fine! Okay, fine!” Steve raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t know how he survived Starcourt and the explosion or anything, but Joyce got a ransom note from Russia right before all this started. She asked Owens to help this time around, and some of his people got Hop out.”

“Out?” Mike asked.

“They were holding him in a prison.”

Dustin took a few steps back, falling into the nearby recliner. “Jesus.”

Steve bit at his lip.

“There’s more, what is it?” Max asked.

Steve’s eyes flicked to Eddie briefly before he answered. “Hopper was supposed to meet up with El and the Byers first and they were all going to fly here together.” He paused, shaking his head. “Something’s wrong.”

Hopper finally joined them about fifteen minutes later, looking exhausted but clean. He’d shaved and was wearing, well—

Eddie snorted at the sight, all six foot three inches of scowling Jim Hopper wrapped in baby blue silk pajamas. The top had buttons and a collar and everything.

“Shut it. Munson. I’ve arrested you before. I’ll do it again.”

“Not the chief anymore, you said so yourself!”

“Watch me get reinstated just for the privilege,” Hopper growled. “It was this or a three-piece monkey suit, and I wouldn't want you to feel underdressed.”

“Sorry, Hop.” Steve interrupted, stepping between them. “I’ll find you something better later.”

The group gathered around, still looking at Hopper in awe until Mike stepped forward and threw his arms around the man’s middle, hugging him. It seemed to break some sort of ice for everyone else because suddenly they were all hugging him, Erica too, and the display reaffirmed for Eddie how much getting this man back meant to them all.

Eventually the former chief sat down and explained, in brief, how back at Starcourt he’d had to separate from Joyce to keep the Russians at bay, and wound up leaping off the platform he had stood on, narrowly avoiding the pulse of energy that destroyed everything in its path when Joyce had deactivated their machine, closing the gate. He was left untouched by the blast but he thought he must have hit his head in the fall and passed out. When he came to, he was immediately captured by the remaining Russian soldiers.

His captors “questioned” him for weeks, or so Hopper put it, though they all knew it was code for something much, much worse. Something that made Steve tense, and made Eddie want to reach out and offer him comfort, but he held back.

Hopper didn’t say much about the bulk of his time in the prison, either because he had no wish to relive those memories, or because he thought it was more than they needed to hear, and ended by telling them about the deal he’d made with one of the few guards that spoke English, who’d been the one to send the note to Joyce. The rest, they already knew.

“Now, can someone please tell me what the hell’s been going on around here, why my daughter is in an underground bunker in Nevada, and how Eddie Munson ties into all of it?” Hooper asked when he was all done, hooking a thumb in Eddie’s direction.

Eddie clenched his jaw hard enough to crack, squeezing his hands into fists at his side. It was nothing against Hopper really, they just had a generally special relationship, the kind lovingly built on years of Eddie running through backyards trying to escape parties that were being broken up, while Hopper tried to catch him.

The real problem was that he just couldn’t fucking do it again. He couldn’t go through the whole saga one more time—not when he knew he might have to do it again soon anyway If they didn’t make it out of this loop.

They were all looking at him expectantly again, but just the idea of it, coupled with the lack of sleep, all his stress and anxiety surrounding the Steve of it all, and the fact that he was on his umpteenth hour of having to listen to Master of Puppets on a fucking loop, all conspired to send Eddie right over the edge, feeling suddenly exhausted and overwhelmed.

As if he could sense that Eddie was at a breaking point, Steve drew the attention back on himself, assigning Dustin and Nancy to take the lead on catching Hopper up to speed, while announcing that he and Eddie would go to the kitchen and take care of breakfast for everyone.

Eddie followed, desperate to escape the spotlight and this latest retelling even if it meant trading one impossibly difficult situation for another.

He froze for a moment when they were finally alone in the kitchen, watching as Steve pulled out pans and set them on the stove. It was too reminiscent of another very different morning, and an irrational anger began to bubble up in his chest.

He’d been trying so hard to keep his emotions in check—to keep himself under control, but Steve was unrelenting in his care and kindness, and the way he kept looking at Eddie like maybe—

No.

Eddie snatched his pack of cigarettes roughly up off the counter where they rested next to his keys and stomped past Steve towards the patio.

“I’m not your fucking damsel in distress, Harrington!” Eddie snapped over his shoulder. “I don’t need you to rescue me.” He didn’t wait to see if Steve had anything to say in response to his outburst, walking straight out the door and shutting it tight behind him.

Eddie leaned against the side of the house and lit up a smoke, inhaling deep into his lungs, wishing it were a joint rather than a cigarette but still hoping the nicotine would soothe some of his frayed nerves.

It didn’t.

“Fuck!” He shouted, ripping the headphones off his ears and kicking at the house’s concrete foundation.

He was doing it again, getting so caught up in his own bullshit when any one of them could die—and soon. The good feelings he’d allowed himself to indulge in the night before, bolstered by seeing the party reunited with the chief this morning, were rapidly fading, leaving nothing but a sense of hopelessness in its wake.

When he’d smoked his first cigarette down to the filter he stubbed it out, immediately lighting another. He wasn’t usually a chain smoker but he needed the distraction, he needed something to do with his hands, and he desperately needed an excuse to stay out of that fucking house for a while.

He was nearing the end of his second smoke when he heard the glass door slide open behind him. He didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge that he’d heard anything at all, staring deliberately ahead at the pool, the yard, and the woods beyond.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked softly.

Of course it was Steve. He didn’t even sound pissed off that Eddie had yelled at him for basically no reason and stormed off, he just seemed concerned. It made Eddie feel both worse for being such an asshole, and more pissed off.

“I’m fine.” Eddie spat. “Don’t you have anything better to do than hover over me?” He tossed his latest butt to the concrete, grinding it out with the sole of his shoe before setting off at a brisk walk towards the tree line , not looking back once. He knew that if he did—if he turned around and looked Steve full in the face he’d never be able to hold on to this anger. And he wouldn't just break, he’d shatter.

“Eddie, wait,” Steve called out.

He ignored it, continuing to walk, but far from giving up Steve continued to chase him down, his footsteps crunching on the dry grass as he tried to catch up.

“You called me sweetheart—”

It stopped Eddie dead in his tracks. Time stopped—everything froze. He held his breath, he was pretty sure even his heart skipped a beat or two. Still, he didn’t turn around.

Steve kept coming, and Eddie begged his heart to restart, for his body to reanimate.

“Last night when you were—”

“Stop!” Eddie blurted out.

The sounds of crisp grass underfoot faltered, slowing.

“I didn’t—it just slipped out. It didn’t mean anything.” Eddie urged his legs to move, to put one foot in front of the other—to run, but he only managed a few stuttering steps. “Just… leave me alone, Steve.”

The footfalls finally stopped.

Good.

“Fine,” Steve said sharply, then sighed. “But—you know better than most what could be out there, don’t go too far.” He started to walk away then but paused, quietly adding, “and please put your music on.”

Eddie held his breath as he listened to Steve’s retreat. He had no intention of going very far, not sure how he’d even made it this close to the edge of Steve’s properly in the first place, it was like he’d lost time.

The second he heard the patio door shut again, and he was sure the other boy was really gone, Eddie’s knees buckled, and he slumped down against the trunk of the nearest tree. He pulled his knees to his chest, slid the headphones back over his ears, and wept.

He sobbed until his eyes burned, and his throat hurt, and his chest ached—and hysterically he started to think that maybe the him-dying-over-and-over-again thing was the easiest part of this whole arrangement. He’d take the bats right now over this.

It was a long time before he could bring himself to go back inside.

There was no way everyone hadn’t heard the way he’d snapped at Steve, hadn’t heard him ranting and raving outside even if they couldn’t hear exactly what was said. He was wrung out, embarrassed, sure that his puffy eyes were too noticeable to be missed, and avoided everyone's glances as he rejoined the group sitting on the floor in front of Chrissy.

It seemed as though they were done telling Hopper about the loops and were now on to catching him up on everything else he’d missed being away from the world at large for the last eight months. Eventually Eddie did look up, and of course instantly locked eyes with Steve, whose gaze was already on him, and he felt like such an asshole.

At first glance Steve looked pissed, his face hard, but underneath it all and in the depths of his eyes he looked sad—hurt.

Eddie had done that.

Steve got up abruptly, breaking the stare, and left the room with Robin in tow. Eddie looked back down at his feet just as Chrissy placed a hand on the back of his neck. Her cool fingers felt wonderful as they kneaded the tense muscles there, and he tuned out everything else for a few minutes, letting himself enjoy the touch, leaning back into her legs a little bit as he closed his eyes, only intending to rest them for a bit.

The next thing he knew the room around them was empty. He wasn’t sure where the kids had gone, outside maybe, but Chrissy did say that Hopper had gone back upstairs to get some sleep while they waited for a call back from one of Owens’ colleagues. They could only hope someone knew what was going on and if El and the Byers were okay—all of them clinging to the fact that this had happened before and they’d made it out alive. With any luck they’d done it again.

Eddie yawned and stretched, rolling his shoulders, and tried not to think about what a mess he’d made of things.

“You hungry?” Chrissy asked, nudging his shoulder. “We ate while you were outside but, um… Steve saved a plate for you in the microwave.”

He winced, another pang in his chest because even after all that, Steve was still trying to take care of him. He was starving, too. Nothing built up an appetite quite like a bout of hysterics, but he could also hear Steve in the kitchen cleaning up and Eddie didn’t think he could face him, promise of pancakes or not.

“Come on,” Chrissy said, rising to her feet and offering him a hand up, which of course he took. “You need to eat. I’ll go with you.”

Not only was Steve in there doing the dishes but Robin was helping, and Nancy was sitting up at the counter pouring over her notepad, their conversation coming to a screeching halt when he and Chrissy entered the room.

Eddie hesitated in the doorway feeling incredibly awkward, but Chrissy pulled him along, setting him up next to Nancy while she brought his food over, and proceeded to stand beside him like a tiny blonde guard dog while he ate.

After a while Nancy turned to him, clearing her throat. “So, uh, the three of us were talking, and I was thinking, no matter what happens we’ll still need access to a gate soon right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“And Steve mentioned that he had planned to talk to Patrick yesterday, to try and help him, but after Jason showed up here, that obviously didn’t happen. So I think, not to be insensitive, but I think a few of us should take a ride out to Benny’s to see if there’s a gate.”

Eddie pushed his plate away at her words, appetite gone. He’d forgotten Patrick completely in the aftermath of the fight. He couldn’t even be surprised anymore at how much of a failure he was. If he had the capacity to think more rationally he’d be able to see it was Jason’s fault, if it was anyone’s, that the other boy had been lost, but rationality had parted ways with Eddie a long time ago.

Though he supposed Nancy had a point—and at least now they knew where to check for a gate. If it was there, and they somehow managed to pull off a win, at least Patrick won’t have died in vain.

“I’ll go,” Steve said, loud and abrupt. “Be good to get out of the house for a while.”

It felt pointed.

Eddie’s face burned as he kept his eyes cast down, staring at his mostly untouched plate of food as Steve and Nancy left together—though he did notice the way Chrissy and Robin shared a few pointed looks with each other over his head.

They were gone for a long time, and Eddie hated the way he seethed with jealousy thinking about the two of them in Steve’s car alone together. He had no right, and on top of that he’d been horrible, of course Steve wanted to get the fuck away from him, and wasn’t this what he wanted anyway? Some space?

He didn’t even know anymore.

Chrissy never left his side, and for that matter neither did Robin, though mercifully neither tried to get him to talk—allowing him to mope in silence right up until someone knocked on the front door.

All three of them froze, looking at each other. It certainly wasn’t Nancy and Steve returning, he wouldn’t knock at his own house, and everyone else was here. Eddie’s luck being what it was, the most likely scenario was that it was Jason coming back for him again—whether for Chrissy’s sake or to blame him for something else, it was honestly a crap shoot at this point.

“It's probably safest if I get it,” Robin said, following the same train of thought. “You two stay here.”

“No.”

No way was Eddie doing this again, he didn’t think Jason would stoop so low as to hit a girl, but he wasn’t taking the chance of someone else getting hurt on his behalf again. He went for the door first, swinging it open aggressively, itching for a fight, but it wasn’t Jason, or any of his buddies.

Eddie gaped. It was a short woman with long dark hair, two younger teens at her side, and Jonathan Byers—the only one of them he truly recognized—at her back.

The woman, who had to be Joyce, smiled at him brightly. “You must be Eddie. Honey, it’s so nice to meet you in person.” She stepped forward, wrapping him up in a hug that caught him completely off guard.

Like Chrissy she was small but strong, her grip around him firm and comforting. For the briefest of seconds he felt wholly safe, and he wondered if this is what it was supposed to feel like when you got hugged by a mom. It’d been long enough since he’d seen his own that he could hardly remember her face, let alone what her arms had felt like around him, but he doubted it’d been anything like this.

He hugged her in return, letting himself melt into it a little bit until she began to rub his back and he realized he was trembling. He backed off abruptly before he could turn into a complete mess in front of people he barely knew, and was thankful when the sound of thundering footsteps pulled everyone’s attention away from him and to Hopper rushing down the hall.

“Dad!” Eleven sobbed, rushing inside the house to meet him halfway, throwing herself at him.

Joyce gasped, grabbing at Eddie’s arm. He smiled down at her. “He showed up early this morning.”

She smiled back, moving to join them, and had her own sweet reunion with her lost friend.

More than a friend, Eddie corrected his own thoughts as the pair shared a passionate, if chaste, kiss. Mindful of the young eyes in the room no doubt.

Moments later Steve and Nancy reappeared, at almost the same time the kids came in from out back, screaming when they spotted the new arrivals.

Eddie stood back and watched it all unfold, the smiles, the tears, more hugs and pats on the back, and felt his own mouth turning up at the corners. It was impossible to be unaffected by it. Finally, after all this time, all the struggle to get here, the entire group of them was together again in one place.

When things had calmed a bit, Joyce explained that although the raid had happened ahead of when they expected it, Owens received an anonymous tip and was able to smuggle her and the kids out and into a helicopter before the underground lab was overrun. No one could figure out what had caused the change, and they’d probably never know. Hopefully it wouldn't matter.

Inevitably, Eddie’s eyes settled on Steve, as they always did no matter how hard he tried not to, and as had become just as common, Steve was looking back at him too, his brow pinched.

Eddie couldn’t stand it. He didn't want to leave things between them like this. At the very least he owed the other boy an apology. He held Steve’s gaze purposefully and tilted his head down the hall towards the office before setting off for it, hoping the other boy would follow.

He did.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” Eddie said as soon as Steve stepped into the room.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s going on with you?”

“It’s nothing, I–”

“Don’t.” Steve said, clipped, before Eddie could even try to make up excuses. “Don’t do that. You—fuck, Eddie, I feel like I'm going crazy here.“ He huffed a wry laugh as he shook his head, running hands roughly through his hair. “One minute you’re—we’re—I don’t know… and the next you’re pulling away from me again. You tell me we’re friends but then half the time you act like you can’t stand being around me! It’s so hot and cold, and I’m—”

“What are you guys doing in here?”

The rest of Steve’s speech was lost as Dustin came barreling into the room. “I’ve been looking everywhere, come on! El wants to go over the plan!”

Steve looked at him questioningly over Dustin’s head. Eddie hesitated, he didn’t know what to say except the truth, and even if he was ready to own up to it, he wasn’t about to spill his guts in front of the kid. It would have to wait. Steve scoffed, shaking his head, and left without a word. Dustin looked between the two of them, confused.

“What did I say?” He asked.

Eddie ruffled the kid’s hair. “Nothing, Henderson, don’t worry about it. Let’s go see what supergirl wants to do.”

The plan was simple, and very similar to every other time they’d done this, with a few big exceptions.

None of the younger teens were going anywhere near the Upside Down. It was the one point at which Hopper had absolutely put his foot down, with Joyce’s support. The only exception was El, who insisted she needed to be there to face Vecna in person as well as inside his mindscape.

The kids were beyond pissed at being benched, again, apparently this had happened before, but oddly enough the biggest argument wound up being over timing. Hopper wanted to wait, to give Eleven—all of them, really—a night to rest and recharge, but he was overwhelmingly overruled.

Almost everyone wanted to go in now, tonight. They wanted to end this. Even Joyce who’d only just arrived was in agreement once Dustin pointed out that they’d never tried to go after Vecna this early, and with only two kills under his belt. It was the closest thing to an advantage they were ever likely to get.

Hopper relented, but quickly took charge of the proceedings from there, which worked just fine for Eddie. He was the bait, he knew what his marching orders would be, and was happy to let the older man call the shots, barely listening as the rest of the details were worked out.

“Alright, if my daughter is going into that place, then so am I.” Hopper said.

“I'm going too.” Nancy was quick to jump in. “I’m the best shot here besides you.”

“Me too.” Jonathan spoke up, “I know I can’t shoot for shit, but I'm not letting you go in there without me, or El for that matter. Not when I'm here. I’ll bring an ax or something.”

“Chrissy and I can handle the music and guard the gate at Benny’s.” Robin said.

“Okay that’ll all work fine,” Hopper agreed. “Joyce, I’d like you to go to the topside Creel house to keep an eye on Eddie, and uh, Steve you—”

“I’m going with Eddie.” Steve insisted.

“No.” Eddie forcibly pulled himself out of the hole he’d been sinking into to prepare himself for the inevitable, as the others had talked around him. “I mean, maybe you should stay here with the kids in case something happens.”

It was worth a shot.

Steve's face twisted up “What? No! We barely have enough hands as it is, I'm not staying behind.”

“You could join us in the Upside Down,” Hopper suggested. “The more weapons on this guy the better.”

“No, I'm going with him.” Steve said again, shaking his head at Hopper before turning pleading eyes back on Eddie.

“Eddie, you need a third person, someone to be with you while the other one takes care of the signals.”

Eddie was torn, he didn’t love the idea of Steve in the Upside Down, even if he had been several times before, but he’d never anticipated Steve wanting to go with him, especially not after today. He couldn't… he wouldn’t be able to say the things he might need to say to bait Vecna with Steve right there. He didn’t want Steve to see him like that again either! “There’s plenty of time for Joyce to make it upstairs, it’ll be fine. You should–”

“This is ridiculous, just let me–”

“You heard what Hopper said, maybe–”

“Stop!” Dustin shouted, silencing both of them. “Eddie, I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, but you know if I wasn’t being side-lined here I’d insist on going with you. Please, if it can’t be me, let it be Steve. He’ll watch out for you, don’t you trust him?”

“Of course I do,” Eddie rushed out. “That’s not–”

“Good, that settles it then. Steve goes with Eddie and Joyce.”

“Fine,” Eddie agreed, resigned. He turned away from Dustin to look at Steve again, but for the first time Steve wasn’t looking back at him, he was walking away.

Eddie sighed. At least it would all be over soon.

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Steve Harrington | Just a Christmas Party

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Steve Harrington | Merry Christmas

Summary: you, steve and the rest of the older half of the group throw a Christmas party for the kids. HEAVY FLUFF OHHH MY GOD.

Authors note: this is definitely more a you x everyone platonically fic but you are dating Steve in it. I just wanted to write about a Christmas in Hawkins. I hope you guys like this one!! Happy reading!! Merry Christmas!!

Warnings: just tooth rotting fluff. use of Y/N.

Word Count: 1172

It was a very cold night in Hawkins, Indiana. Christmas lights filled the streets with warmth and you and your friends were in nothing but a giving mood. You, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Robin, and Eddie had big plans to surprise the party with a Christmas gift exchange.

“Did everyone bring presents? I brought a few extra just in case Eddie forgot.” You hear Nancy say from the living room as you continue to whisk together cake batter.

“WH- do you have no faith in me Nancy Wheeler?!” Eddie says back as he walks in with a big box full of presents for everybody and starts to place them neatly under the tree. You laugh as you lick some batter off of a spoon to make sure you’ve made the cake just right.

“Hey, Stevie, come try this for me?” You say as you put a small amount of chocolate batter on a spoon for Steve. As soon as the spoon touches his mouth, his eyes light up and he kisses his fingers like a chef would. “Magnificent as always, Y/N.” He says with a smirk as he reaches down and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Need any help? You know I’m a wizard at decorating a cake.” Steve leans against the counter and crosses his arms. “Nuh uh, big boy, that’s my job.” Robin nudges him as she walks into the kitchen. She knows just as well as you do that Steve always ruins the cake. Steve pouts jokingly and makes his way to the living room. “Fine I’ll do the manly thing and light the fire.” He says in a mocking voice as he brings himself to the living room where the fireplace is.

You and Robin mock him behind his back and giggle to one another as Jonathan snaps a candid picture of you two with your hands covered in fondant. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.” You say suddenly frantic and everyone turns to look at you.

“DID YOU CUT YOURSELF?!?” Eddie and Steve say at the same time and you laugh. “No, no!” You nod your head over to the counter. “The decorations. The kids should be arriving any minute now. All of you up, up, up!” Everyone quickly moves from their current places, except you and Robin who’s still covered in food coloring and frosting.

Steve is helping Eddie hang up streamers over all the windows and Nancy and Jonathan quickly blow up red and green balloons to put around the house. “Oh, Steve. I also need you to pop the waffles in the toaster for eleven, please!” You say as you and Robin finish up the cakes. “You got it, hun.” Finally, the house is ready for a wonderful Christmas party.

And, just in time too as the doorbell rings and you all open it to the party yelling a big, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!” To all of you. They all make their ways into the house and you can see their eyes light up from the way the house looks and the amount of presents under the tree. Max and Eleven immediately run into the kitchen to look at the cake you made and start thanking you like crazy. Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will start play fighting with Steve, Eddie and Jonathan and it’s like a mad house inside.

Jonathan steps away from the fun to take some more candid photos of everyone. Max and El smile and hug each other for their photo while all the boys continue their madness. You can’t help but stand and just take it all in. Your eyes meet Steve’s for just a second as he takes a breath from the boys. He mouths, “I love you.” And your heart skips a beat. The smile on your face lighting up the room even more than the Christmas lights were. “I love you too.” You mouth back as Steve sighs.

“Okay, okay. Enough. How about we get these presents open??” All the kids take this as their cue to grab their blankets and find a seat on the floor near the fireplace. All of you older kids grab all the presents and pass them out to everyone. Everyone looks so grateful just to be here. Will is the first one to say something before they start opening their presents. “You know- you guys didn’t have to do all of this.” You all give each other a smile before turning back to the kids. “We wanted to.” Robin exclaims as she takes your hand and gives it a tight squeeze.

“You guys deserve to feel like kids.” You say as you lean into Steve and he kisses your head.

“Oh my gosh, the suspense is killing me just open them already!!!” Eddie says as the kids start ripping into their presents. Gasps and cheers happen all around us as everyone starts exclaiming thank yous over one another. Max runs up and gives Steve and you a huge hug since you guys bought her a brand new skateboard she has been asking for. “This is so sick! Thank you so much!” Will is especially thankful when he notices how much everyone notices how much he still loves D&D. “Thank you. I- I really love it, really.” He says to everyone. Everyone is smiling. Real genuine smiles that come from the warmest feeling of happiness.

It suddenly dawns on all of you how long it has been since you’ve felt this happy. There’s absolutely nothing to worry about right now. No demogorgans, no upside down. It’s just…Christmas. And you all are surrounded by the people that matter the most to you.

The night slows down after everyone opens their presents and you decide to put on a Christmas movie and eat as many sweets as you can. Steve and you make your way to the kitchen to cut the cake.

“I’m really happy, ya know?” Steve says quietly, this is a conversation just for your ears.

“Me too.” You whisper back. Your eyes meet his and you look at him with nothing but love. Before you can say anything too gushy, Steve smiles as he looks up. Mistletoe.

You roll your eyes and he smiles down at you. “Can’t skip out on a mistletoe kiss, Y/N, that’s against the rules.” He says softly and with a laugh as he dangles it above your head. You look over to make sure nobody is looking and then back at Steve. “No, I guess I can’t.” Your voice is like honey as it leaves your lips and Steve leans in and kisses you passionately.

Applause. Everyone in the living room is clapping and cheering. Before you can pull away from the kiss, Jonathan is quick to take a picture of the kiss between you and your boyfriend. Your face turns bright red at the audience you thought you didn’t have and Steve laughs.

Between all the commotion, Steve looks down at you and pulls you close. “Merry Christmas, pretty girl.”

“Merry Christmas.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things fandom

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thegoblinboy · 11 months

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Just an apocalypse au where everything has gone to hell.

Preppy Steve Harrington finds himself all by himself, no parents and no friends as he tries to survive. There had been a time when Tommy was with him but the bastard got greedy. Constantly getting the both of them out of camps, after camp. Up until Steve gave up and went his own way. For all he knows the guy is dead by now. He’s a bit of a loner, hard faced and grounded. So how the fuck did he find himself trapped in a convenient store with a little shit that was no older then sixteen. The kid was smart and tactical but very fucking annoying.

Steve’s been on his own for years now, hiding in the woods. It’s nothing new. Even before shit hit the fan he was by himself most days. Even though this kid, (Dustin he thinks is name is) is smart he’s still freaking out. Steve’s gotten used to being put in situations like this so he barely reacts. Just gets his weapon ready. Thankful that he was able to learn how to shoot a crossbow during one of his times at a camp. (He’s unsure why Dustin was even carrying it around if he didn’t know how to use it. )

It doesn’t take long for them to get swarmed, and the only way is up. Where Dustin as the bright idea of jumping from roof to roof. It’s the only option, and Steve throws the kid over. Doesn’t allow him to even try because the kid was wheezing just going up the stairs. He throws himself over next, landing on the edge. Stumbling to get up. Cross bow hanging off his shoulder as he tries to climb up. Cursing himself out as Dustin tries to help but only makes it worst. Even through his panic steve quickly slaps his hand away and starts to swing his body up. Hoping that short time in gymnastics can help. He almost got his chest up when he’s suddenly pulled up and falling on his face. He’s sure he just chipped a tooth.

Glancing up he sees one of the most intimidating men ever. With long greasy curls, right in front of him was Dustin’s older brother. Who is cursing Dustin out while aggressively pulling the crossbow off from Steve who is moving to get up. The two are smart, and able to handle themselves which is why he tries to sneak away. Before he can though both of them beg him for help with something.

He expects it to be killing a zombie, lifting something up, helping hunt, what he doesn’t expect is to be handed a jar of pickles and begged to open the top. (Along with a few cans and a can opener, the two doofuses are fighting for their life’s and they can’t even open a jaw or simple cans) and god, Steve doesn’t think he can leave to morons out here by themselves.

And when they find a bigger camp, one that is acceptable for them. If Steve starts to sneak into Eddie’s tent at night, or in his bedroom that’s for him to know and no one else.

#secret romance au #they hide it very well #post apocalyptic #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #steveharrington #bxb #eddie stranger things #steveddie #steve and eddie #Dustin is their child #enemies to lovers

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graceful-starker · 2 years

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He’s Not My Boyfriend (Redo)

Summary: Peter Parker has been dating Tony Stark for over a month now...Right?

Warnings: Angst is it really.

Notes: This was voted to be redone, because people were not happy with how it came out; but they liked the prompt! So, same basic idea, but redone to be better hopefully.

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Peter hums happily to himself as he gets ready, combing his hair and putting on cologne. It’s Thursday night, which means it’s date night. He and Tony always curl up on the penthouse couch, watch a movie, and eat popcorn.

They’ve been on other dates, of course; Tony has taken him to all kinds of restaurants, and he even bought Peter a fancy suit for them. He’s always giving things to Peter now, actually.

They started flirting when Peter turned 18; well okay, Tony started flirting when Peter turned 18. Peter had started flirting way before then. But they had only started actually dating a month ago. One day, Tony just asked Peter to dinner, and then one thing turned into another, and boom: it’s been a month.

Tony has been taking it very slow, much to Peter’s annoyance. Peter leans in for a kiss, and Tony kisses his cheek or his hair. Peter tries to move his hand up Tony’s thigh, and the older man shifts so his hand falls back down.

It’s annoying, because Peter really just wants to move things along. He knows Tony is doing it for Peter’s own benefit, but Peter is ready!

Tonight, Peter is planning on flat out asking for a kiss.

He checks his breath one more time--decides to brush his teeth one more time--and heads out to the tower.

When he gets there, he sees Tony isn’t. He checks his phone and Tony had sent him a ‘are we still on for tonight?’ text. He responds ‘I’m already here!’ with a heart emoji, and sits on the couch.

His phone dings again, and Tony has sent ‘Okay, I’ll be up in a sec. In the lab.’

Peter’s eyes light up--he’s had many wet dreams about getting railed on Tony’s lab desk. Why not push things to the next level in there?

He heads on down, a skip in his step, as he imagines how their first time will be. He won’t have to imagine anymore after this!

He opens the door to the lab and walks down the stairs, being quiet so he can surprise Tony. But then he hears a voice--the least expected voice Peter would have ever thought of.

“Tony, you have to listen to me. I’m being serious!” It’s Steve’s voice. This is unexpected for many reasons; Tony hates Steve, ever since Steve left Tony for Bucky. This is another reason it’s unexpected; why is Tony talking to an ex on their date night? And why would Tony not tell Peter Steve was there?

“No, Steve, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t have to listen to you, not about anything, and especially not my love life!” Peter sneaks a bit more down the stairs, and looks out at the scene. Tony is standing facing Steve, back to the entryway. Steve is facing the door, but he only has eyes for Tony.

“I’m still the leader of the team, Tony, you need to listen to me. It’s not just about your personal life, it affects the team!” Steve shakes his head in anger.

Tony scoffs. “It’s none of your business what Peter and I do together, not only as my ex but as the leader.”

Peter’s heart warms a little at that, and he peeks out a bit further. Steve, however, seems to get more irritated. “It is my business, especially when it’s affecting the rest of the team!”

“How could something like that possibly interfere with the team?” Tony asks, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. “No one says a god damn word when you cheat on me with another team member, but the mere whisper of me and Peter throws the whole team off? You’re delusional.”

Steve scoffs, obviously offended. “He’s messing up! He’s missing easy shots, and people keep having to stop what they’re doing to save him. Natasha almost broke her arm stopping one of Doom’s drones from taking Peter’s head off because he was too busy looking at you!”

Peter winces, slinking back a bit. Tony only scoffs. “Sure he is. You know why I don’t believe you, Captain?” he spits, venom dripping from his tone. “Because me and Peter aren’t even dating. He’s not my boyfriend. Nothing at all has changed since we brought him on all those years ago. I don’t know what you think you’re seeing, but it isn’t there.”

Peter feels his chest tighten, and he steps forward to say something. But Steve beats him to it. “Everyone on the team sees it. I have gotten so many complaints about him that I’ve lost count. And all of it centers around the fact that he is very clearly in love with you! You can control yourself and your feelings, that’s been proven already. But he hasn’t. So you have to get him under control!”

Multiple complaints? From everyone? Peter almost chokes, trying to rush to show that he’s there. “He isn’t stupid, unlike you. He knows we aren’t dating. And even if we were, even if he was messing up in the field, why wouldn’t you talk to him instead of me? Listen Cap, I don’t really care if there’s trouble in paradise with you and Bucky, but I’m not taking you back. No excuse needed, I just don’t want you.”

Steve squares his jaw, backing Tony up into the work desk. Peter sees Tony’s breath hitch. “He thinks you’re dating, Tony. Everyone on the team thinks you’re dating. I’m not trying to play any games here, I’m being serious.”

Tony leans away from Steve as much as he can, shaking his head. “Well they’re all wrong. He isn’t my boyfriend, we haven’t done anything at all to suggest we are!”

“You take him on dates-”

“I take everyone I like out to dinners, that isn’t special.”

“You have date nights, just the two of you. You didn’t even do that for me, when I was-”

“I actually like the kid, he’s funny and doesn’t make me feel like I’m a burden all the time.” Tony puts a hand on Steve’s chest to stop him from coming any closer.

“You’re dating, Tony! Everyone knows it. Control him, or dump him. I’m not risking my teams’ lives over a love sick puppy.” Steve steps back, eyes angry.

“No, not everyone knows it. You’ve made this up in your head and you’ve decided it’s true when it isn’t! I’ll bet anything no one else has even complained, it’s just you pulling it out of your ass to make a non-existent point. No one else on the team is stupid enough to think I’d date Peter!”

Peter feels tears in his eyes at the last words, feeling them cut to the bone. He bolts back up the stairs, no longer caring that he was being loud and obvious. He doesn’t want to hear anymore, can’t hear anymore.

He hears Tony curse at the bottom of the stairs, but he just keeps going. Out the locked doors, out the hallway, out the building. He knows he looks stupid, running as fast and as hard as he is on the busy streets of New York, but he doesn’t really care anymore.

Tony didn’t just say he wasn’t dating Peter. He said no one was stupid enough to think Tony would date Peter. Would. As if the mere idea of Tony stooping low enough to date Peter was stupid.

Peter ducks into an alleyway, crouching behind a dumpster and sobbing. He claws at his chest, trying to get air into his lungs by any means necessary. This feels a lot like a panic attack, but he isn’t 100% sure. He slams his head into the wall behind him, feeling the pain bloom. It colors his vision, and he closes his eyes to fight the urge to throw up.

His phone is buzzing non-stop in his pocket, but he can’t bring himself to look at it. He’s completely humiliated. How can he ever look Tony in the eye again? Or Steve? How can he ever go on a mission again knowing that their leader thinks he’s incapable? And if Steve wasn’t lying like Tony believed, what if the whole team thought Peter was immature, easily distracted, a liability?

The whole team, in the very least, definitely thinks he’s stupid, after that. Tony made it clear he thinks Peter is stupid, and if the smartest man on the team thinks he’s stupid, the rest will follow.

He puts his head in his hands, trying to control his breathing. He still has a sob escape every couple of minutes, but he’s mostly gotten himself under control by the time he stands again.

He looks at his reflection in a darkened window in the alley, and feels disgusted with himself. His entire face is red and splotchy, from running and crying both, probably. His hair is a sweaty and tangled mess, his eyes are red and puffy, and his nose is rubbed raw.

He looks pathetic. Disgusting. He looks like someone who deserves to be humiliated in front of his coworkers and boss.

He sniffles again, still feeling silent tears run down his face. He’s able to walk the rest of the way to his apartment with May, instead of running like a maniac. He keeps his head down low, mostly using his spidey-sense to avoid walking into people.

He finally gets home, and May is there, watching TV. She hears the door open, but doesn’t look. “Hey Petey, you’re home early! Do you-oh no, what happened?”

Peter sniffles grossly, and it makes him cringe inside. He looks at her, looking as pathetic as he feels, and can’t even force a sad smile. His lower lip just trembles, and his breath shakes as he fights the urge to cry again. “Can we talk about it later, please? I just want to be alone.”

May nods, standing up awkwardly and fidgeting her hands. “Of course. I’m always here if you need me, baby,” she promises.

Peter nods gratefully, and goes to lock himself in his room. He pulls out his phone and realizes it’s stopped buzzing. He checks the missed calls and sees that Tony called him no less than 34 times, and sent 15 messages all composed of single or double worded texts. Kid. Come back. Answer me. Answer. Kid. Peter! and so on.

He also has 3 missed calls from Steve, and a very long text that he doesn’t plan on reading. He throws his phone on the desk after turning it on do not disturb, and flops down on his bed. He doesn’t feel like crying anymore, but he can’t help but torture himself. He thinks about how Tony must think he’s the stupidest person on the planet. How his boss threatened to kick him off the team if he kept making so many mistakes. How his friends and coworkers probably don’t trust him anymore, and definitely think he's an idiot.

He thinks that the thing that hurts him the most is that his entire relationship with Tony is made up. He made it up in his head. All of it. All the looks he thought Tony was giving him, they weren’t flirty or full of lust. All the times he cuddled up to Tony, were they even wanted? Did he just force affection on Tony when the older man didn’t want it?

How delusional is he that he made up a whole relationship? For a month--and god knows how long, if he hadn’t been slapped so harshly by reality.

He’s about to roll over and go to bed, when he hears a knock on the door. He hears May get up, pausing the TV, and open the door. “Happy! Uh...I um, what are you doing here?” she laughs uncomfortably.

“I’m here to pick up the kid. It’s urgent, boss needs him ASAP.”

“Oh,” she sounds a little relieved, and Peter wonders what’s going on there. “Oh, he’s um...unavailable.”

“It’s urgent,” Happy insists, and Peter can hear him shift his weight. “Can’t wait.”

May hesitates. “Well, he’s in no state to do any missions or whatever. Tell Mr. Stark he’ll have to do this one without Peter.”

Happy sighs. “I’m sorry May, I really need Peter to come with me. I’m under orders not to return until I have him.”

May seems to get angry at this. “I am his guardian, I decide where he can and cannot go. Tony knows this, it’s our agreement. He can’t go on this mission. That’s final.”

“He’s 18, May. You can’t-”

“Thank you Happy, have a good night.” She shuts the door loudly, and huffs in annoyance. “Can’t control him my ass, honestly!”

Peter cracks a smile at the image of May shaking her head in disbelief, mumbling to herself as she gets on the couch.

There is another knock on the door, and he hears May huff in annoyance. “Go away, Happy!” she yells. The knocking doesn’t stop though, so May gets up again and yanks the door open. “Happy, I said-oh. Mr. Stark, hello.”

Peter curls up on himself, closing his eyes tightly. When will this nightmare end?

“Heya May, hope you’re well. I’m just going to go get Peter-”

May laughs at that, and Peter can hear the anger in her voice. “No, you aren’t. You aren’t allowed in my apartment right now, and you certainly aren’t allowed in his room.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and Peter imagines the look on Tony’s face at being told no. “It’s very important, May.”

“I’m sure it is, but you can’t take him right now. He’s unavailable. Find someone else.” May says confidently.

“I’m not leaving until I see him,” Tony says, an edge to his voice.

May scoffs. “Then you’ll be standing in this hallway all night. Good night, Mr. Stark.” and she closes the door again.

Peter whimpers softly, weighing the pros and cons of getting out of this bed and going to see Tony. Finally, he decides that he just wants to get it over with. He knows he’s going to have to see Tony eventually, and it might as well be now.

He walks into the living room, seeing May on the couch, looking furious. “May?”

May looks up, and a smile finds its way onto her face. “Peter, hi. Mr. Stark needs you, but I told him to go away for you.”

Peter smiles back and walks over, kissing her hair softly. “Thanks, May. I’ll talk to him so he’ll go away.”

May looks skeptical, but nods finally. “I’ll be in my room, I’ll put headphones on. Don’t leave without saying anything.”

Peter promises, and watches her go to her room. He waits a couple minutes to be sure she’s started using headphones, and opens the door. Tony and Happy had been arguing adamantly, but they fall silent when Peter opens the door.

Peter knows he still looks pathetic, but he doesn’t really care anymore. He just wants to get this humiliation over with already. Chalk it up to one bad day, instead of drawing it out. “Mr. Stark,” he greets formally, something he hasn’t done in over a year.

“Go wait in the car, Hap,” Tony says, taking Peter in. Happy leaves, and Tony stares for a moment. “Can I come in?”

“Can’t this be quick?” Peter asks, and his voice comes out weaker than he wanted it to. “Just get it over with, please?”

Tony’s lips thin into a line. Then he sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “Let me in.”

Peter finally steps out of the doorway, shutting it behind Tony. Tony sits on the couch, inviting himself. Peter remains standing by the closed door. “Okay, you’re in. Now what?”

Tony fidgets a bit, messing with his clothes. He looks at Peter, but just slightly to the left, not making eye contact exactly. “Come sit.”

“No.” Peter says, crossing his arms over his chest. “What is so important you harassed my aunt about it?”

“That’s a strong word,” Tony deflects.

“What do you want, Mr. Stark?” Peter says instead.

Tony winces at the name. “Don’t call me that, you haven’t called me that in-”

“Can you please just get this over with?” Peter interrupts, already tearing up again. “Haven’t you humiliated me enough already?”

“Peter,” Tony says, and he sounds so sad. “I didn’t mean to.”

Peter shrugs. “I got that. You didn't think I was that stupid. I can understand how disappointing this must be for you.”

Tony works his jaw. “That is not what I meant. I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“You do,” Peter says, and his voice breaks. “And I was. I was stupid. To think Tony Stark ever would date someone-date me. To think you would stoop so low, I was stupid.”

“Don’t-don’t put words in my mouth, I never said-”

“You said exactly that. You said ‘no one else on the team is stupid enough to think you would date me’. Isn’t that word for word what you said?”

“You...” Tony stutters, upset. “You are taking words out of context!”

Peter sobs, and the guilt on Tony’s face only makes Peter feel worse. “What does it mean in context, then, Mr. Stark? Because you kept going on and on to my boss that you weren’t dating me, that you would never date me, that anyone who thought you would date me is stupid. Isn’t it?” Peter’s voice is raw and his throat hurts from trying to talk instead of crying.

Tony stands now, his own expression contorting in pain. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Peter.”

That isn’t an answer. Peter hiccups a breath in and then sobs, finally looking down. “Fine, you didn’t mean for me to hear you humiliating me. That was supposed to stay behind my back. That makes me feel so much better, Mr. Stark. Glad we had this chat.”

“Stop twisting my words!” Tony yells, taking a step closer.

Peter takes a step back in retaliation, back hitting the door. “I’m not twisting anything. Please just go.”

“You are! You’re making me sound like I’m a bad guy, like I did something wrong.” Tony steps closer again, and this time Peter has no where to back up to.

Peter shakes his head. “You humiliated me.”

“I wasn’t trying to!” Tony yells, getting in Peter’s face. “Steve cornered me, he was grilling me and I needed him to get off my back.”

“I’m in love with you,” Peter whispers, voice not able to take much more. He looks up at Tony through wet lashes, and sees the disgust there. How did he not see it before? “I’m trying to process that everything I thought we had was all in my head, that the last month meant nothing to you when it meant everything to me. I’m trying to process that my boss is threatening to kick me out because I’m so stupid around you I put everyone else in danger. I’m trying to process the fact that my teammates, my friends, all know I’m an idiot now, all think I’m a danger to the team. And-” his voice breaks, and he clears his throat to start over. “And I’m trying to understand how you could sit there and listen to Steve say all of that, and the only thing you needed to defend was that you would never date me.”

Tony takes a step back, his own breath gasping. “That isn’t fair,” he says back, shaking his head.

Peter shakes his head, trying to deny what’s right in front of him. “You still won’t defend me. You still won’t correct me. You just say I’m twisting your words or I’m not being fair. What is fair, then? What are you actually saying that I’m not getting? Say it now, say what you mean Mr. Stark.”

Tony is silent, jaw working in anger. “It isn’t fair to pin all of that on me. I never led you on, I never did anything to make you think-”

Peter scoffs again, looking down at his feet as another fat tear rolls down his face. “I got it, Mr. Stark. I’m stupid. I made it all up in my head, I already said that. If you don’t have anything else to say-”

Peter gasps as his jaw is lifted roughly, and Tony’s lips are crashing against his. Peter is so confused, so hurt by the situation, that he can’t even enjoy the fact that he and Tony are having their first kiss. Peter goes limp, not fighting it but not reciprocating either. Tony picks up on the lack of enthusiasm and pulls back, obviously frustrated.

“What was that?” Peter asks, voice monotone. He can’t even look at Tony.

“I’m trying to show you what I mean. I can’t-I’m not good at emotions or talking or-but-please, I need you to understand.” Tony hasn’t let go of Peter’s jaw.

“Understand what?” Peter asks, blinking away more tears. “You’re hurting me.”

Tony’s grip slackens, but he doesn’t let go. “I want you, Peter. I was scared. I was scared what they would say, if they knew I wanted you. But I just--I don’t care anymore. Because you’re right--I was more concerned with my own reputation, I was so wrapped up in the accusations, that I let things slide I never would have before. I never would have let him say those things about you. Let him lie about you, just to get to me, get in my head. I was wrong. I know it’s a lame apology and I’m bad at words but I am. I am sorry, and I...I needed you to know that. That I was wrong to say those things, and let Steve say those things. I’m sorry.”

Peter feels the dangerous hope start to swell in his heart, and he needs this to be what he thinks Tony is doing. “You mean that?”

Tony nods. “No one thinks you’re stupid, or that you mess up on missions, or-or anything like that. Steve was jealous, and he thought he could get to me by saying those things. He never talked to any of the other members, never had any complaints. He never would have said those things if he knew you would hear them. He was being unprofessional and immature, and I fell for it. That’s on me. Please Peter, I need you to know that no one thinks bad things about you.”

Peter is still confused, and still skeptical. But he sniffles grossly, and leans up just a bit to connect their lips together again. It might be a mistake, but he can deal with that tomorrow. For now, he just wants to take comfort in the fact that Tony does want him.

The rest can wait.

#starker #tony stark #peter parker #My writing #Gracie's New Years Resolution #fanfic #redo fic

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icksam · 1 year

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pre-slash steddie fic idea. had a different idea for the dialogue but i forgot while writing the intro whoops

After everything, Steve decided to throw a little celebratory “We all somehow survived again!” after Vecna. It’s taking place at his house, from 5-11pm. Around 7, all of the kids (“We’re not kids anymore, Steve, We’re teenagers!” “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Henderson.”) made their way home to leave all of the older kids to mope around.

In hindsight, Steve should’ve just made a crap ton of gift baskets and given them in person. He almost wishes he left with the kids but, again, they’re at his house.

Everyone’s in pairs, somehow. Jonathan with Nancy; Argyle with.. Jonathan? And Robin with… Nancy.

Okay— maybe not solid pairs but certainly not with Steve. Steve, who’s all alone. Steve, who’s currently watching Eddie who is, well, also alone.

Steve at least expected Robin to keep him company but he must have underestimated her crush forming on Nancy. Not that he could blame her, of course. Nancy was a force to be reckoned with. But still. He’s whiny and lonely and he doesn’t want to be alone, damnit. They recently saved the world.

Steve, somewhat drunkenly, decided to make his way towards Eddie. The man looked lonely just like Steve, so he figured that was reason enough.

Eddie noticed Steve a few steps before he was in front of him. Steve thought he saw some wariness flash across Eddie’s face before he schooled it into a confused, thin smile.

“Hey, man.”

“Hey, yourself. Got something on your mind, Stevie?”

Steve averted his eyes to stare at the carpet in the living room. (Stevie Stevie Stevie) A wine stain was barely peeking out from beneath the rug. (Stevie) Clearing his throat, Steve looked back at Eddie. He tried not to notice how pretty his eyes were.

“Everyone’s in pairs and you’re alone and I’m alone and— fuck, um. Wanna pair?” Jeez. What happened to being a smooth talker?

Eddie huffed before saying, “Is this your way of asking me to hang out with you?”

For a second, Steve felt irrationally disappointed and repressed the urge to say, No! I want to pair. PAIR pair.

“No. Pair pair.”

Aw shit.

(The only source of light in the living room came from a single lamp in one of the corners, so Steve wasn’t sure if the red creeping up Eddie’s neck was his imagination.)

“.. huh?”

Shit. How does he backtrack from this?? Good going Steve. That was the type of smooth he wanted to slip on and crack his head. God, what??

Steve must have been silent for a few too many seconds because when he tuned back into reality he noticed Eddie started squirming in his place on the sofa.

“Sorry, I mean. Yeah. Hang out. Like a pair. ‘Cause everyone’s kind of pairing up right now and, well.” Full sentences Steve, where had those gone? He was never this inept at previous parties while drunk.

Eddie visibly relaxed and threw a smile at Steve, albeit still a little tense. Patting the spot next tp him, Eddie said “Well then I invite you, my liege, to sit on this humble spot next to me.”

Steve plopped down, narrowly missing the wink Eddie threw his way. Steve propped his feet onto the coffee table and watched his hands as he messed with the beer’s bottle cap.

“So. How’re the bat bites treating you?”

“Same as you, I s’pose. It’s kind of sick we got matching scars, huh?”

Steve glanced up to meet Eddie’s (pretty, so pretty) eye’s again. Eddie’s eyes were watching Steve, glancing between Steve’s eyes as if watching his micro-expressions. After a bit of hesitancy, Steve mumbled, “yeah. Metal,” and hoped he used the term correctly.

Eddie broke out into a very bright grin.

(his smile is as pretty as his eyes, oh no.)

All wariness seemed to leave Eddie after that. Their conversations went smoothly, almost as if something clicked between them. Steve’s bitchiness left as his loneliness faded.

Before either of them knew, it was 10:55 and the others were getting ready to leave. Robin and Argyle were a little more than tipsy, but they’d both be grabbing rides from Jonathan and Nancy. Steve bid them farewell until it was only he and Eddie left standing near the doorway.

“So-” Eddie started, at the same time Steve said, “Well-”.

They looked at each other and chuckled, eyes never leaving each other. Eddie pressed his lips into a thin, wide smile that showed his dimples. Steve tried not to stare.

Steve shot him a warm smile, leaning a little on the wall. Softly, he said, “I guess I’ll see you around, Munson.”

Eddie, standing up from putting his boots on, equally as soft, “I guess so, Harrington.”

Before Eddie entered his van, Steve jogged down a few steps and met Eddie, the driver door dividing their space. A little breathlessly and loud in the quiet of the night, Steve told him, “Don’t be a stranger, man. You’re welcome here any time.”

Eddie did the thing again where his eyes darted between Steve’s, searching for something. After a moment, he grinned. (Teeth and dimples and all the glory.)

“Thanks, Harrington. I’ll hold you to that.”

Steve didn’t walk back into his house until he watched the van’s tail lights disappear.

#steddie #tw italics #so many #idk man #idk where i was going with this #first fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic #stranger things #rushed #kind of #sorry

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splintergirl13 · 3 years

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The king of the aether wanted revenge on the moral who dare take his monster away from him. So the god ordered his subjects to carry forth 'justice'.

When the aether guards attacked, the mortal's family was stolen from him.

All that remained from the battle was his beloved's tattered green cloak, and his sister's armor and dual swords; torn off of the two as they struggled to protect him.

Now, the mortal is on a mission to save his family.

And he's willing to do anything to get them back.

#minecraft #mineblr #minecraft steve #herosteve #aether portal #au #this is kinda an au to my main fic #fluff pining and stupidity #a story beat I could explore if I ran out of ideas or got bored #an older steve getting ready to throw hands with gods #this is steve in all the pictures #its confusing because usually brine is the one wearing the green cloak and i draw them almost the same lol #but as described above herobrine and alex have been taken #steve is wearing herobrine's green cloak which got torn in the fight so now is more of a scarf #and alex's armor and swords which were torn off of her so she couldn't fight back during the attack #to clarify for those who havent read my fic #alex is not really steve's sister by blood but she raised him like she was his big sister #also brine is steve's beloved because my main fic is herosteve <3 #hope yall enjoy i had fun with these!#:)

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earlgreydream · 2 years

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𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐠. || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩

𝐜𝐰: 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝/𝐬

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧-𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞 @thats-a-yikes3

Dark brown eyes narrowed over the rim of a champagne glass, his gaze sharper than your wit.

“That’s enough,” Parker warned, finally expressing his frustration after many non-verbal cues.

“Enough of what? I’m not doing anything,” you sassed, knowing exactly what you were doing that was pissing off the young hero.

His jaw clenched as his back teeth came together, the surest sign he was sick of your attitude. Whenever Parker was mad, his jaw tightened and he would glare at the target of his irritation, which was rarely ever you.

On this night, however, you had decided to raise a bit of hell with your typically loving boyfriend. Stark’s party was the perfect place to do it, with an audience of Parker’s colleagues.

You had purposefully been a tease, wearing a dress that was cut way too low and had a slit way too high up your thigh. While he wasn’t typically too possessive, he’d told you to return it when it had been purchased, not wanting anyone else to see you in the gown that barely contained your body.

After you felt like he had been ignoring you lately, not being near as intimate as you preferred, you decided to rile him up by wearing the dress, on top of being a tease. The fabric parted for your soft thighs as you danced to the music, letting your form spin effortlessly into the arms of Loki — an action that undoubtedly made Parker’s blood boil. Loki’s deviant smirk spread wide across his face as his hand came down to rest on your bare thigh peeking out of your dress, his front pressed to your back as he guided your hips to the music.

This was the last time Parker was ever meeting you at a party. Usually the two of you left together from your loft in Brooklyn, but he had been out with his friends, without you, so you had agreed to meet him at Stark Tower, giving you the opportunity to dress like a whore.

“Having fun?” Parker asked, gripping your wrist and tugging your body into his, peeling you away from the handsy god.

“I was, before you took me away from my dancing partner,” you bit, lifting a glass of champagne from a waitress passing by, bringing it to your lips.

“What the fuck’s gotten into you? Wearing this dress and taking that tone with me,” he hissed in your ear, not wanting the others to overhear his obvious anger.

“That’s what happens when you don’t pay me enough attention.”

“All you get is attention, and this certainly isn’t how you act if you want more,” he seethed, wanting to throw you over his knee right then and there.

“I’d say it’s working,” you smirked, slipping away from him and following Wanda off to the bar to get a stronger cocktail.

Parker scowled behind you, fuming amongst the crowd. Before he could grab you away, Stark mounted the stage and began a speech that no one was getting out of. You managed to evade Peter as everyone gathered, giggling and leaning over Steve, feeling up his bicep as you laughed at the soldier’s joke. The spider’s blood boiled as he watched the purposeful action, knowing you had every intention of making him viciously jealous - and it was working.

He wanted to tear you away from the crowd, to put you in your place, but every step he took toward you brought him into conversation with another colleague, another politician, or another reporter. Truly, Parker didn’t care about any of them, his focus locked on you, but he was expected to keep appearances, even when he was ready to drag you out kicking and screaming in front of the crowd.

“You’re making him terribly jealous. I’ve never seen the kid so worked up,” Scott laughed, throwing back a glass of bourbon.

“He needs to know what he’s missing,” you teased, joking with the older man. You’d lost sight of Parker in the crowd, his dark head of no longer visible in the sea of bodies.

Wanda and Scott had you doubling over with laughter before you could notice that Parker hadn’t come to find you. In your distraction, you excused yourself to the restroom, the drinks you’d been having finally catching up with you. The mirror showed your devious reflection, a satisfied smirk crossing your features just before the door swung open.

“There you are-”

“I’ve heard enough out of you,” Parker interrupted, backing you against the cool tile wall.

Your arms snaked around his neck, one of his thighs pushing between yours, pushing the fabric of your dress up around your hips. His mouth locked with yours, his tongue tasting of bourbon. He felt you smile into the kiss, pleased with the perceived success of your teasing.

“Wait,” you breathed desperately when he broke away, startled by the sudden loss of contact.

“No. We’re getting out of here.”

Parker dragged you through the party, weaving in and out of groups of people as the two of you made your way to the valets. His grip was tight on your wrist, his biceps flexing under the sharp tuxedo he wore. He took the keys from a boy, opening the passenger door and guiding you inside the audi.

“Jesus, girl, keep your hands to yourself,” Parker snapped as you groped him while he sped over the Brooklyn bridge.

“You’re a great driver,” you giggled, kissing at his throat and pushing your hand under his belt.

Parker grabbed your hair, dragging you backwards and tearing a mewl from your throat. You were practically throbbing in desperation, the manhandling soaking your panties.

Parker slammed the door shut so hard it rattled on its hinges, mirroring the annoyance bubbling through him. He led you to the lounge, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city below.

“Stand here. Do not move.”

You decided to obey him, standing in the middle of the room as he slowly slipped the blazer from his shoulders and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Parker-?” A gasp escaped your lips as he shot a web from the ceiling, attaching your ankle to it.

He smirked as he did the same to your knee, dangling you upside down, your dress falling to reveal the black lace thong that barely covered your pussy. before you could grab him, he bound your arms behind your back with the sticky, unforgiving binds, keeping you immobilized.

“Not so bold now, are you, darling?” he smirked, trailing his fingertips up the insides of your thighs, making you twitch as you swung slowly from the ceiling.

“About this dress. I remember telling you to return it, that it made you look like a slut. Since you can’t seem to obey, I have to take care of things for you,” he sneered, pulling a blade from his waist.

Before you could protest, he dragged the sharp through the fabric, cutting it off your body and leaving the thin material pooling under you in strips. He watched you struggle for a moment before slicing through the lace around your hips, leaving you completely bare before him.

“What if someone sees?” you whimpered, twisting to look at the glass that faced surrounding apartment buildings.

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? A little bit of attention.”

He dipped his fingers into your folds, gathering the slick on his fingertips and teasing your clit with light touches, watching you squirm. Your begs to be touched properly fell on deaf ears, your furious boyfriend intent on punishing you for your misdemeanors.

“Quit whining before I gag you. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready if you deserve it, and I’m not sure you do after the way you’ve disrespected me.”

“I’m sorry, I just missed you-”

You moaned as he shoved the discarded lace into your mouth, kneeling down to look you in the eyes, his hand around your throat. You whimpered pathetically, your vocal cords vibrating against his palm.

“Should have behaved,” he scolded before standing, roughly grabbing your thigh to position you for him, kicking his pants to the side.

The head of his cock brushed against your entrance, teasing you and drawing out your misery further. You struggled, trying to somehow drag him inside of you, crying out against the lace as his palm cracked against your thigh.

You stilled, letting him slowly sink into you with shallow thrusts, just enough to get him off without giving you any real pleasure. He knew your body well, knowing exactly what to do to torture you. Parker kept you suspended as he fucked you, ebbing off your clit every time you showed signs you were close to orgasm, edging you over and over again until tears were streaked down your soft cheeks.

He pulled out of you, stroking his cock a few times before he was coming in ribbons over your chest, desecrating you, giving the neighbors and even filthier sight. He knew you hated it, feeling dirty and used, searing the punishment deeper.

“Please let me come, I’m so sorry,” you wept as he pulled the lace from your mouth, thinking that your torture was over.

“How many men did you flirt with to make me jealous?” Parker asked, ignoring your question.

“S-seven,” you stammered pathetically, gazing up at the boy standing over you.

“Then I’ll edge you seven more times,” he said, bringing a little red wand down to your clit, knowing it could bring you closer to the edge faster than his fingers could.

You shrieked at the harsh stimulation, the buzzing radiating through your core as he rubbed the vibrator through your sopping folds. By the sixth edge, you were sobbing and writhing, your muscles burning and your head spinning from being suspended upside down.

He stood over you, watching his torture, listening for a safeword that never came. He wasn’t sadistic, though he intended to instill some respect into your deviant body, even if the only way was through denial and overstimulation.

You screamed as he finally let you come at the seventh edge, throwing your head back and shuddering, your limbs straining against the spiderwebs. You gasped in relief as Parker switched the vibrator off, tossing it aside along with the discarded formals that surrounded the two of you.

“Try and hold still for me, love, I’m going to get you down,” he hummed, his tone instantly softening.

“M’done?” you mumbled, your mind fuzzy as you sank into subspace.

“You’re done, you did so well for me,” Parker praised softly, gently releasing your ankle and knee before lowering you down to the floor, your body shivering on the cold marble as he freed your wrists.

Exhaustion washed over you, leaving your body limp against him as he stood, carrying you to the bathroom to clean up. The water was warm as it surrounded the aching muscles, smelling warm and clean, the familiar soaps reminding you of Parker. He kissed over your cheeks before gently cleaning the tearstains with a washcloth. You giggled as he pecked your lips, dragging you onto his lap amongst the scented bubbles.

“Are you mad?” you murmured, leaning your head against his shoulder as he washed your skin, careful as he cleaned your tender sex.

“All’s forgiven,” he promised, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

“And I get more attention?”

“All of my attention,” he promised, kissing your eyelids as he drained the water. You sat on the edge of the tub while he helped you dry off, rubbing your skin with one of the fluffy towels he pulled from the warmer, intent on spoiling you after the torture. His hands massaged lotion into the sore muscles, easing some of the ache that throbbed through your body.

“Don’t think I can stand,” you blushed as he helped you up, carrying you to bed.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, snuggling you against his strong chest.

#peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #spiderman #spiderman smut #spiderman oneshot #spiderman imagine #peter parker oneshot #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #marvel #marvel au #avengers #avengers au

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weirdochick56 · 2 years

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Sin- Steve Rogers AU Chapter Seven

Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, set in a universe where Pietro isn’t Wanda’s twin, but her older brother!!!

Disclaimers: I don’t own any MCU plots/characters mentioned.

Word Count: 4, 777 Words

Summary: Suffering form the aftermath of Pietro finding her with Steve, Reader and Wanda head to a little weekend getaway. Except, a few unexpected guests arrive, throwing her world into chaos...again.

A/N: Here’s chapter seven lovlies! Hope you enjoy. <3

READ CHAPTER SIX HERE!!

Your life was much simpler before it had Steve Rogers in it, that much was clear.

In a matter of minutes, your world had been turned upside down. What had started out as a simple outing to get him off your back had suddenly turned into a huge problem with the man you had once thought you’d love for the remainder of your life. A problem you weren’t sure you could resolve.

Not with the way things went anyway.

Pietro stands by the doorway, eyes furious before his gaze turns to you and suddenly that ferocity gives way to something much more tender…not hatred or even hurt flashes across his face. No, the emotion is far more soul-crushing than you anticipate and you nearly crumble because it looks an awful lot like… like betrayal. Like you’ve betrayed his trust and something about that aches sharply.

Your breath hitches then quickens and you begin to take painful panicked breaths as he spins on his heels and begins to walk away in a flurry of disgust and fury- never uttering a single word but saying everything with his expression and gaze.

“Pietro, wait!” Your instant reflex is to run after him, of course- so you do but-

You gasp when a warm hand on your wrist stops your sudden movements, snapping you out of your panicked trance and returning the air back into your lungs. Whirling around to look at Steve incredulously, your eyebrows raise to your hairline; his grip is firm.

“Steve,” you grit. “Let me go I need to-”

“Let him go,” he cuts you off calmly, fingers still gripping you.

You sputter at him. “What? Why?”

“He needs space right now.”

You laugh dryly, finally tugging yourself free from his grasp. “Why!” You breathe sarcastically. “How awfully thoughtful of you.”

“Y/n, I’m serious.” Steve clenches his jaw, speaking in a barely contained manner. “I’m trying to help you. And him, too.”

“Oh yeah?” You muse dryly. “And how’s that?”

“He’s hurt and angry as fuck right now, and if you run after him and he loses control-“ he cuts himself off abruptly, his entire face becoming alight with something dark and tumultuous. His lips quirk into a tiny contempt smile and he stares you down seriously.

“I will not tolerate him touching a single fucking hair on that pretty head of yours,” he whispers seriously. “Trust me, I’m not the right fucking person to piss off.”

Your mouth, ready to fire some witty response his way, snaps shut at that. Steve was a scary guy, (who for some reason had become infatuated with you, might I add), and you didn’t have in you to call his (probably nonexistent) bluff.

He really didn’t seem like the type to bluff.

“Fine,” you finally relent, rolling your eyes. “But I’m not staying here.”

And with that, you begin to saunter off, except Steve’s hand stops you again just as you brush past him.

You glare up at him. “What-”

“You didn’t leave the entire date,” he quips triumphantly.

God, what was he a child? The sparkle in his eye is reflective of the childish pride he’s exuding and you hated admitting how fudging cute it was. It was a funny notion- a man like Steve Rogers being cute.

You scoff, brows furrowing. “Not because I didn’t want to, I just needed you to get off my case once and for all, and I figured if I stayed you’d be more lenient.”

His stupid smirk widens. “Are you sure about that doll? Because it seems to me that you were actually enjoying yourself.”

You roll your eyes, ripping yourself from his grasp and tilting your head defiantly up at him.

“You wish.”

And then you stomp off, the sound of his sexy gruttal laughter following you out.

You’ve no idea what you’re going to do to fix things with Pietro. And if you even want to.

You sigh for what felt like the zillionth time in the span of an hour and Wanda, who’s sunbathing beside you, sits upright, pulling her glasses down to her nose.

“Y/n,” she groans.

You tsk, waving your hands dramatically. “I know, I know.”

“You should try to relax, Y/n,” she says a little more softly, eyeing you with sympathy. “I mean, we rented this beach house and invited everyone else over in hopes of cheering you up, didn’t we?”

She points to the huge beach house a few feet away in the distance and your group of friends playing volleyball a few ways away. Well, most of them were friends anyway.

You want to tell her that, in reality, you’d had no hand in the preparation for this trip and that really, she’d been the one to plan it all and drag you, but you figured that was a bit rude.

After all, she did have good intentions.

In truth, the small four-day getaway to the privately-owned beach had been nice. Though you’d already been there for a full day and hadn’t seen anyone take up residence in any of the neighboring houses for rent. It was just you, Wanda, Hannah, and a few other guys which you had gotten to know pretty well so it wasn’t too bad.

You were just...distracted.

“Here,” she sighs, pulling out a beer from the cooler and offering it to you. “Why don’t you try to have a good time? We’re far away from our parents after all,” she smirks a little deviously, jutting a thumb “And Stephen seems pretty into you.”

Oh yeah...and he was here too.

You nearly gag at the mention of Stephen Lafayette and the bile straight up crawls up your throat when you take a hesitant peek at him only to find him already staring you down. Was that desire or disgust he was looking at you with?...

Whatever. You shake your head, standing up abruptly and dusting sand off your unbuttoned shorts.

You had wanted to wear something a little less....showy, but Wanda insisted and you truly had no energy to defy her. Plus, the coral top and bottoms fit you quite nicely if you do say so yourself. You wave a hand at her.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m taking a nap. You guys have fun though.”

“Suit yourself!” She calls after you as you go up the steps of the front poarch.

The beach house Wanda rented was huge but had a homely feeling, with small personalized trinkets here and there and decently sized bedrooms, all including mini-fridges and huge beds.

You stalk up the stairs to your bedroom, closing the door behind you, effectively muffling the music from outside and collapsing on your bed.

You stare up at the ceiling pensively for a few minutes and ridiculously enough, behind all the white noise of Pietro and what you were going to do about that, was Steve.

Fucking Steve.

You flip over, stuffing your face in your pillow and screaming.

Steve was fucking everywhere, those baby blues, those tattoos, those hands, that scent...haunting you and every blink of sleep you managed to get your hands on- it was fucking infuriating.

You wanted to hate him, wanted to feel disgusted by his blatant desire for you, but all you could feel was confusion...confusion and an intense throbbing in between your legs.

Feeling exhausted from screaming, you let your muscles relax and your shoulders droop.

Eventually, exhaustion catches up with you and the darkness swallows you whole as you happily allow it to, listening to the waves slamming against the shore and the hard bass of some pop song you were too tired to recognize.

A while later you wake up, dazed.

Pushing your hair out of your face, you stare outside, realizing it was now dark. Looking over to your nightstand, you instantly sit up in a panic.

It was eight pm already?! You had gone to sleep at four pm.

Quickly getting out of bed, you run down the stairs and out the door. You pause when you realize your friend group had made a small campfire, the music had gotten louder and they were all laughing as they danced around it.

You slowly approach the group, unable to hold back your smile as Wanda drunkenly opens her arms when she sees you, pulling you to her and pressing her head to your torso.

“Y/nnnnnn!” She drawls. “I missed you! Come sit with me,” she smiles, patting the seat to her left as the seat to her right was being taken up by one of your other friends and her longtime crush, Oliver.

You only realize Stephen sits in the seat right to yours once you’re seated and it makes your stomach drop. Ignoring him and the way he doesn’t lift his eyes from your body, you pat Wanda on the head.

“You’re fucking drunk Wanda,” you chuckle. “Maybe take it a little slower?”

“Yeah, okay,” she rolls her eyes, leaning her head casually on Oliver’s shoulder. You both share a look and he smiles as he wraps an arm around her, respectful of not touching anywhere below her waist.

You snort when you realize she’d probably die of embarrassment when you told her how she was acting tomorrow.

“Dude, look over there,” another guy, Jackson, who’s seated next to Hannah, points toward an approaching range rover a few feet away.

You sit up, suddenly feeling unsettled for some reason. The large sleek black vehicle parks in front of the neighboring house and you make out a booming electric guitar belonging to a sexy rock song.

The whole group watches on as approximately ten figures jump out of the expensive car, laughing and joking around. It’s too far away to truly make anyone out but, you do know there’s an even ratio of girls to guys. You also know that you feel anxious by their sudden arrival for some reason.

The group begins murmuring as the new arrivals begin unpacking stuff from the car.

“Dude, they’re huge,” Jackson breathes, pointing to one of the guys as he easily lifts a small suitcase from the vehicle, the rest of the guys muttering in awed agreement. “Damn, they are.”

Suddenly Wanda shoots forward, gripping your arm tightly. “Isn’t that...” she squints. “Isn’t that Bucky?...and Sam?”

“W-what, l-like that Bucky and Sam?” Your heart is already racing as you make the question even though you don’t know any other Sam and Bucky.

Wanda laughs, rolling her eyes. “Of course dummy!”

You instantly whip back around to look at the group and the uneasy feeling in your chest intensifies when you realize the silhouettes do resemble those of the Devil’s Riders.

“Oh my God, it is!” She slaps her knee, laughs joyfully and drunkenly stands up. “I’m gonna go say hi!”

And then without so much as a word of warning, she starts for the other group. You instantly stand up, motioning for Oliver to follow you and grab her. He nods firmly, swooping in and grabbing ahold of Wanda. “C’mere, Wan,” he mutters, wrapping her arm over his shoulders.

She just giggles drunkenly as you speedwalk to keep up with her. What if it was them? What would they be doing here?

You hug yourself, keeping your head down...until a warm hand slips onto your shoulders and pulls you against a warm body, that is.

You cock your head up and your blood boils once you realize Stephen has not only walked with you but has also pulled you to his side like you’re some sort of trophy without your consent. Opening your mouth to tell him off, you pause once you hear Wanda screech.

“Oh my GAWD, hi!” She waves her hand aggressively at a very shocked Bucky.

You swallow thickly once you begin to perfectly distinguish the people there- Bucky, Sam, that young kid who’d been at the warehouse, and two very intimidating tatted girls who glared at you and Wanda from their stance in the doorway.

Did that mean that he was here too?…

Your eyes begin unconsciously seeking one and only one person...only to not find him. You try to convince yourself that what the sinking you’re feeling is not due to disappointment because he’s not amongst the group but because you’re still tired.

Wanda is rambling drunkenly, and Bucky is looking down at her, brow cocked and a small amused smirk on his face. You sigh, stepping forward to grab Wanda and effectively shaking Stephen off.

“Wanda,” you say. “Let’s go home, c’mon.”

You begin to tug her away, but-

“Well, well, well. what do we have here?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You feel yourself freeze, blood running cold and along with everyone else your heads snap toward the entrance of the beach house where Steve stood in all his beautiful glory.

Oh fuck.

His eyes glint in that particular light as they find you, slightly widening in shock before narrowing back into their sexy predatory state.

“If it isn’t the little spit fire and company,” he jests huskily, tilting his head at the last word as his powerful gaze sweeps briefly over Oliver, who somehow is managing to keep Wanda from toppling over and then you in which it lingers and a split-second long smirk appears, before moving over to Stephen, who is still standing a little too close to you.

His eyes practically turn into slits once they land on Stephen and his jaw clenches. You cough uncomfortably, taking a tiny step away from Stephen and evading his penetrative gaze.

His gaze doesn’t waver until Bucky walks over to him, all tense muscles and solemn expression, phone in hand. When had he walked away to take a call?

“Prez.”

He whispers something into Steve’s ear and his face suddenly turns serious too. With one nod at Sam, they all begin moving about like robots who had been programmed; purposeful and serious.

You sigh and grab Wanda’s hand, not liking the sudden heavy atmosphere. “Let’s go.”

As you being to walk back, you make it a point to keep your eyes to yourself, not wanting to give anything away even if all you wanted to do was look at Steve.

Damn him.

As you step leisurely, Stephen shoots you multiple strange glances.

“What?” You snap.

“Do you know that guy?”

“Who?”

He rolls his eyes. “You fucking know who, Y/n. The blonde jacked one. The one they called ‘prez’, do you know him?”

You can’t help but glare up at him once you’ve reached the porch, making sure no one else is listening before you press him against the front of the house, jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Okay, one; if I do or don’t know him, I don’t see how that’s any of your fucking business. And two, if you ever dare touch me like you did today without my permission I will rip every single one of your fucking fingers from their sockets one by one, you got that?”

Without waiting for a response, you leave him standing there.

Later on that night, you’re laying in your bed again, but you’re not tired. Instead, you’re wide awake, thinking about the fact that Steve is right next door- so close yet so far away. And wondering why he was even there in the first place.

God. This isn’t just another one of his games to get you to pay attention to him, was it?

‘No. Stop thinking about him, Y/n,’ you chastise yourself.

Flipping on your side, you try to close your eyes and force your mind to fall asleep, but alas, to no avail.

With a frustrated sigh, you throw your covers off and decidedly get out of bed. You tie your hair into a messy bun, adjust your tank crop top and pajama shorts, and tiptoe your way out of the house. Though that part was probably unnecessary as everyone else was knocked out.

As you approach the shore, you realize the breeze outside was surprisingly cold, the waves more dark and angry than they’d ever been before as they slam on the sand. It’s relieving upon your flushed skin and you inhale deeply, taking in the scent of salt and cold air.

Unable to help yourself, you look over at the house the Devil’s Riders were residing in. There, in the distance, you see Steve, staring out into the shore just as you had been not too long ago, a cigarette tucked between his pointer and middle finger.

As if being pulled by some invisible magnetic force, you begin to approach him, bare feet digging into the now cool sand. Your heart thumps as you near him and quickly realize he’s shirtless.

His long muscular body shines almost mystically beneath the light of the moon, two tattoos you can’t make out placed on his hip and chest. His dirty blonde hair is the messiest and fluffiest you’d ever seen it and his blue eyes are staring off into the distance as he pressed the cigarette between those plump lips.

He doesn’t so much a blink even though you’re sure he knows you’re there.

“Smoking isn’t allowed here,” you say matter-of-factly because you don’t know what else to say. How would you explain coming to him in the middle of the night?

Steve, still staring out into the seemingly endless ocean, laughs- a soft, low, sexy laugh that travels straight to your core- and takes one last puff of his cigarette, throwing it on the sand and stepping it out with his flip flop.

You can’t help but stare at the way his muscular back and arms flexed with every movement he made, gripping the edges of your shorts tightly.

Then, with smoke still swirling out of his mouth, he turns to you and your stomach clenches tightly. That deep blue gaze is intense and hungry as it stares you down from behind a cloud of smoke and you unconsciously take a step back, overwhelmed by its weight.

You think the corner of his mouth twitches at this, but you think you might’ve imagined it.

Deciding not to beat around the bush any longer, you blurt the question that’s been bothering you since you saw him.

“What are you doing here Steve?” you sigh tiredly.

“The same thing you’re doing here, I assume. Having fun.”

You quickly become irritated at his response. “Steve look, if this is some new way for you to get me to go out with you again just drop it okay? Because I-”

His laughter is boisterous and cuts right through your little speech. His eyes crinkle on the sides when he laughs, you realize and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Look, doll, I know it’s hard to believe this, but...the world doesn’t revolve around you.” He gasps dramatically and you purse your lips in discontent. “I’m actually here to have fun and just for the record, I had no idea you and your little friends would be here.” He shrugs.

You don’t know why, but you believe him. That’s beside the point though, you were mad he was here at all.

“You act as if I want you to bother me,” you snarl.

“Oh you don’t?” he asks sarcastically, a stupid little smirk playing on his lips.

“No.”

He raises a brow. “Then why are you here? Girls don’t usually approach their stalkers, as you’ve so nicely pegged me.”

Oh okay.

Your mouth instantly snaps shut at the question. You hated to admit he had a point.

You struggle to come up with a plausible response. “I-I just wanted to let you know you can’t smoke on this beach. Your little buddies might not care, but some of us give a shit about nature and stomped out butts on the floor.”

As if to prove your point, you pick up his discarded butt, all the while hyperaware of his gaze on your back, and practically stomp over to the trashcan, throwing it out.

Then you walk right back to his side, defiantly staring out into the sea. He laughs but it’s not a cold mocking laugh...it’s somewhat softer, more tender. Your chest aches with it and you can’t help but carefully turn to look at him again, your anger disipitating.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he muses suddenly, eyes roving over your body, taking in your tiny pajamas and bare feet with an ever-widening grin.

Self-consciously, you cross your arms over your chest and roll your eyes.

“Not with you here.”

Oh crap. You said that out loud!? Your eyes instantly widen and you slap a horrified hand over your mouth. You turn to him with wide eyes “I-I mean- I didn’t-”

But it’s far too late.

He’s smirking now, taking slow and dangerous steps toward you. “I make it hard for you to fall asleep?” He’s enjoying this too much.

Planting your feet, you glare up at him. “That’s not-”

He closes the distance between you two in a split second and your breath hitches, forcing you to swallow your angry remark.

He doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head down at you warm breath fanning across your flushed face. He smelled like leather, sea salt expensive cologne, and cigarettes.

“Steve,” you croak, hating that you loved having him this close, but he ignores you, completely stepping into your space and firmly pressing his warm forehead against yours.

“Y/n,” he says right back in what you know he intends to be a mocking voice, but is instead a sexy grumble- low and husky.

Oh my God, you’ve never liked the sound of your name more.

Your heart is too far gone now- it has gone completely haywire and that scares the shit out of you.

“I’m-” Panicky, you take a step back, but your back presses right into a hard surface. You look behind you just to find it to be a small attached garage.

Steve takes adavantage of the chance and presses his big hands on either side of your head, pressing the length of his body to yours. You gasp lightly when he does, your eyes snapping up to his. He’s already hard?

“St-” you try again, but he presses a finger to your lips.

“Shh,” he shushes you gently, his dark eyes no longer restrained as they take you in.

You can feel your nipples harden beneath his hot gaze, your skin feels hot and flushed and your pussy is throbbing. He has barely even touched you.

“Can I touch you?” he husks as if reading your mind. “Please.”

It isn’t a question, it’s a beseech. One you had never expected to hear from a man like Steve. It made your insides quiver.

His hand hovers over your body, ghosting over your sides and causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

“I-” your voice breaks.

His eyes are burning through yours right now- pleading and hot and his own warm breath is a bit ragged and forced.

Fuck.

How were you supposed to say no to him? To this?

His skin is soft as it stretches over his taut muscle with each breath he took, his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched- every muscle on his beautiful face pulled tight with restraint.

You can tell he’s not used to holding back.

He’s staring at you like you’re his lifeline right now and you’re far too lost in the moment to care about your stupid hatred for him or to care about the fact that he’s fire itself and you’re getting too dangerously close.

Your chest heaves with crushing tension and his lips are so fucking close to yours, they’re practically brushing against them.

You’re practically burning for him...and yet-

“I-” you pause, feeling physically pained. “I can’t.”

You intend fully on running away from him, but his large hand quickly grips your elbow and yanks you right back to your previous position.

His gaze is still hungry as it looks down at you, but there is much more fury than any other emotion.

“Stop trying to run the fuck away from me, dollface. This isn’t something you can escape. You can’t or you won’t?” he pants a little.

“Both.”

“It’s your parents holding you back, isn’t it? Pietro? Whoever it is, send them to hell!” he spits. “They don’t fucking matter, you do!” He pauses. “For once, do something for you and not to please others, goddamit!”

You’re shocked at the sheer conviction behind his words, the genuine fury in his eyes. It chokes you up a little, that he cared so much for your freedom.

You want to tell him it’s not just them, that you’re scared...of him. Of what he made you feel and how he could use that against you.

“There are rules Steve!” You spit back. “Regulations and rules I can’t just ignore. If I just go and do whatever I please it’d be-” you exhaled deeply. “I just- I can’t and I won’t.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, licking his lips as his eyes remain glued to your own. “You sure about that?”

Your lips part with the temptation of kissing those damn lips again, but you force yourself to shut it down.

There was only one way starting something with a man like Steve could end and you knew you wouldn’t like it. Not one bit.

He slithers his fingers into your hair, thumbs gripping your jaw.

“Yeah.”

His gaze flips to yours one last time and you don’t think you’ll ever forget the look in his eye before he growls; “Well, thankfully doll I’ve never been one to care much for fucking rules anyway.”

And then, without warning, he kisses you.

And it’s what you had imagined and so much more.

His mouth is soft and warm against your own, it moves hungrily yet expertly- as if despite his deep desire for you, he’d had enough experience to know where to and where not add pressure.

And you instantly fucking melt beneath him. You can’t help the ragged moan that escapes you as he sucks on your bottom lip, a moan he swallows as he deepens the kiss, warm tongue entering your welcoming mouth with earth-shattering desperation.

He tangles it up with yours and his hands travel down to your hips, big warm fingers digging into the exposed skin fervently. You’re practically shaking with some overwhelmingly powerful emotion you can’t get a grip of no matter how hard you tried.

You gasp against his lips as he picks you up like you weigh nothing and you’re forced to wrap your legs around his waist. He breaks the kiss momentarily to press you against the garage wall again.

“Fuck,” he curses breathily before attacking your mouth with his again. His hot hands dig beneath your shirt, fingers gripping your quivering stomach and quickly moving upwards, approaching your breasts.

You frown, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and extremely guilty.

“W-wait,” you pant, pushing his hands down.

He instantly obeys, removing his hands from you.

“What? What’s wrong baby?”

Baby?

You feel your frown deepen and once your little bubble has been burst, you realize where you’re at and what you’re doing.

Steve has you pressed against a wall, probably as he had done dozens of other good girls like you. If your family saw you like this...

Gasping with horror once you’ve realized your horrible mistake, you push Steve back and uncross your legs from behind him, falling on your ass with a singular brisk jerk.

“Shit,” you curse, quickly stumbling to your feet and dusting sand from it. “Shit.”

“Doll-”

You wave a furious hand at a very confused Steve. “Don’t. Don’t say anything,” you sob, nearly on the brink of tears.

“Forget this ever happened, okay?”

His frown deepens and he reaches out for you. “Y/n-”

“No!” You snap, evading his touch like the plague. “You and I are two very different people. I’m not ruining my future for some- some dirty biker,” you force a disgusted frown on your face, staring him up and down with an indifference you knew deep in your heart you didn’t feel.

His face flashes with hurt for a split second before returning back to its normal state of icy calculation.

“So just stay away from me, okay!?”

He purses his lips but says nothing as you spin on your heels and sprint away. As soon as your back is to him, the tears fall. You press a hand against your mouth to muffle the sobs and get farther and farther from his reach.

A part of you is hoping he’ll run after you, but you know he won’t and your heart aches so deep you might think you’re going to fall apart.

Once inside the house, you tiptoe your way back to bed, collapsing on it in a heap of sobs and tears, your body wracked with them.

Shit.

Your life was really falling apart, huh?

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Sweet Little Love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence

Requested: nope

Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!

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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."

"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"

Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…

He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.

Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.

Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.

That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.

She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.

"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.

"Why is he not picking up?!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.

The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.

She's so kind.

The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.

"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.

"Steve, what do you say?"

Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.

"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.

She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.

Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.

"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.

I'm never gonna forgive myself.

"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"

"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."

"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.

"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.

"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.

Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?

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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.

God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.

"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.

"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.

He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.

"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.

"Try me."

The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.

He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.

She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.

"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."

He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.

"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."

And he kept his promise.

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"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.

"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.

"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.

"Even in the bathroom?!"

"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.

"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.

Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.

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wkemeup · 3 years

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Sunrise (5)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) pairings: bucky x reader chapter word count: 4.3k warnings: really flippin sweet fluff, more book recs a/n: to avoid confusion - the manner in which Bucky lost his arm is different in this series than in canon 🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

For the first time since Bucky was discharged from active duty, he had a routine again.

The curtains were open before he took a shower in the morning; sunlight streaming in through the windows and casting a gentle glow over the apartment. It touched over books piled high on the coffee table, pillows neatly lined on the sofa, and blankets folded over the arm rest. Steve had nearly done a double take the first time he made his usual beeline to whip open the curtains to expose a dusty and unkempt apartment, only to find Bucky making coffee in the kitchen, freshly showered, and the sun shining high in the sky.

It had been almost a month since his first attendance at book club and he’d gone through nearly a book a week just to have the excuse to visit you at the library again for another. You’d given him your number after his first trip to the library with a binding promise to text you if he was held up in his apartment in pain again. You’d sworn to bring books straight to him and read them aloud if you had to.

You had laughed as you said it, like it was only a joke. Bucky had nodded along, but if he were honest, he would have liked that very much.

He’d arrange for times to meet you at the library at the end of your shift where you’d always have a book waiting for him. There’d be a few sitting on the shelf you’d set aside, but without fail, he always opted for the first one you presented to him. You hadn’t led him wrong so far.

After, though neither of you directly proposed it, you’d often find yourselves back at Luciana’s. It was like your feet simply carried you there, a silent agreement to spend as much time together as you could, even if you were both too afraid to admit it out loud.

He came to understand why Sunday was your favorite day of the week. Bucky started to take it upon himself to meet you at the library to walk you to the VA where he fulfilled his word to help move the couches before the usual members arrived. The look of surprise on your face when you bounced down the library steps and caught sight of him leaning on the pillar a few steps away from the busy sidewalk had been enough to convince him to never leave your side again.

Your smile was one he’d learned to memorize. He conjured it when the strangers bumped into him on the sidewalk threatened to collapse his racing heart entirely and it pushed him further. It was enough to convince him to keep going beyond the safety of his apartment walls and it was worth it every time. Just to see you smile at him like that.

***

“Have you started it yet?”

Bucky blinked a few times, reminding himself of his surroundings. You stood on his right side in line at Luciana’s behind a couple of tourists who were having a hard time discerning the difference between a cappuccino and an americano. He raised an eyebrow, confused, and you gestured to the book in his bag.

“Oh, I just flipped through the pages so far,” Bucky said, pulling the book from his bag; thick black cover with a small white illustrated creature staring up at the stars. Everyone's a Aliebn When Ur a Aliebn Too written by an author that seemed to go by a name as misspelled as the title, Jomny Sun. “It looks like a children’s book?”

You grinned and your shoulders lifted in a shrug. “It’s somewhere in between. You have to trust me on this one. It may seem young on the surface but it’ll tug at your heart strings. Hold your judgement until you’ve actually read it, Barnes.”

Bucky chuckled, nodding. “Hey, I never said I didn’t trust you. Just curious where you’re leading me on this one.”

“Be blind, Bucky,” you sang, teasing him. “I won’t guide you into a creepy forest or the bottom of the ocean, I promise.”

“Oh good. I was starting to worry.”

It was strange to feel so light again, but there was something about your presence that allowed him to let go of all the weight he carried. He could set down his baggage at his feet for just a minute to give his back a break, to stretch out his muscles and find relief in the solace. You would have offered to carry some of it yourself if he’d asked— of that he was certain. But it was a heavy load, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for you to see what was inside just yet.

The bell to the café rang behind him and a mother and her young son walked inside. The little boy held the woman’s hand as he scrunched his nose at the smell of the coffee, pouting up at her. A bright red backpack hung off his shoulders, Velcro ties over his tiny sneakers. The soles lit up as he walked.

“Mommy, I want to go to the playground,” the kid whined and Bucky watched you laugh to yourself from the corner of his eye.

“We will, sweetness,” the mother replied calmly. She bent down to brush the hair from the boy’s eyes. “Mommy just needs a bit of caffeine before we—”

“Whoa! What happened to that guy’s arm?” the kid gasped, a mixture of shock and amazement in his tiny little voice.

Bucky tensed up immediately, every muscle in his body turning to stone. When strangers noticed his arm, he was usually met with unwanted stares and hushed whispered, but children were a whole different story. They had no filter, no sense of the unspoken rules garnered by society; they were driven by their own curiosity and something as trivial as politeness did not get in the way of that.

“Oh, honey,” the mother gripped tight to the boy’s arm, lowing her voice in hopes Bucky hadn’t heard him, “you can’t ask things like that.”

“Why not?” the boy replied innocently. “Where’d it go?”

Bucky could feel your eyes on him, studying for his reaction, but he couldn’t offer one. He was stone, after all. A frown tugged at your lips to see the sudden distress wash over him and he felt an aching puncture of embarrassment deep into his stomach. It only took the mere mention of his arm to wipe him to a blank slate, to throw him back to the battlefield where it was torn from his body. Any unexpected reminder of it usually did.

You nodded at him, offered a small smile, like you were trying to tell him it would be alright. Then slowly, you turned around and knelt in front of the boy.

“Hi,” you said sweetly, catching the mother off guard.

“Do you know what happened to his arm?” the boy asked, must to the dismay of his mother.

“Mason! Oh God, I am so very sorry,” the mother quickly apologized, flustered as she desperately tried to hush the boy. He pressed his face into his mother’s arm.

Bucky stole a glance over his shoulder to find you kneeling on the floor beside the boy, smiling at him as he clutched a plush triceratops to his chest. You tilted your head at him, trying to get a better look at the boy.

“You want to know what happened?” you asked softly. He nodded, arms wrapped tight around his stuffed toy. You glanced up at Bucky and his eyes narrowed on you, heart beating a little faster, stomach twisting, before you turned back to the boy. “He did something really brave.”

Fuck.

Did you know?

Did Sam tell you?

Bucky’s legs started to feel weak.

“You like superheroes, huh?” you continued, pointing at the image of a man in a red cape flying on the boy’s t-shirt. The boy nodded shyly. “They swoop in and save the day with their super strength or magic powers, right?”

The boy started laughing, he was smiling again, standing free from his mother’s hold. She was staring at you like you were akin to one of the characters on the boy’s shirt. Bucky felt the stones cracking around his body, freeing him from their grip.

“Is he Super Man?” Mason whispered, glancing up at Bucky with such wonder, it took him by surprise. The boy was so small, no older than four years old. Bucky didn’t know the last time he’d even talked to a kid that young and yet here you were, at the boy’s level, making him laugh and smile and easing the concerns of his mother.

“No, he’s not,” you laughed for a moment. Then, you softened, gathering the boy’s attention again. “My friend here doesn’t have super powers. So, when he saved someone, he got hurt. But I think that makes him very brave, don’t you?”

The boy nodded enthusiastically, grinning so wide Bucky wondered how it was possible your smile could be so infectious. The mother mouthed a soft ‘thank you’ in your direction as the boy quickly changed subjects to the sprinkled donut he was going to eat for snack. She caught Bucky’s eye for a minute and nodded at him, almost in appreciation. He pressed his lips to a thin line. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to say anything back.

You ordered his usual coffee and one of the freshly baked muffins, then a drink and a pastry for yourself. In Bucky’s distraction with the kid, he hadn’t noticed you pay before he had a chance. He felt like he was in a bit of a trance as you led him back to a table in the far corner of the shop, away from the windows and the customers.

“You alright?” you asked as you slid into your chair opposite him.

“Did Sam tell you?” Bucky blurted out before he had a chance to bite his tongue. It was the last thing he wanted you to know about and he had half a mind to storm up to the VA just to rip Sam a new one before he shut himself off in his apartment for a few weeks.

It was the reason for the reoccurring nightmares that hadn’t let up in the last month, even when he’d started to have more good days than bad. They’d celebrated him for what he’d done, given him a medal, and thanked him for his service. The very thought of it made him want to vomit.

“Hey, hey, Bucky look at me,” you called gently, your voice at the end of a dark tunnel. He blinked, adjusting to the light. “Sam didn’t say a word about what happened. I had a theory and I made a guess. You’re clearly a good man. It didn’t feel like much of a stretch. That’s all.”

Bucky clenched his jaw, staring down at the muffin as he picked at the paper cup. He heard you sigh, surprised that he couldn’t find a single sliver of impatience in your voice. When he looked up again, you smiled sweetly at him and asked him about Alien – Aliebn? – book; quickly lost in tangent of your favorite pages and moments you were excited for him to read.

He was grateful for the change in subject, but more than that, it gave him a chance to just admire you. There was nothing strange about watching a woman, studying the intricacies on her face and the passion in her voice, when she was speaking right to him. He nodded along, doing his best to actually take in what you were saying, but he was so easily distracted by the brush of steam touching your nose, the press of your lips into your cheeks, the lines on your forehead, and the way your eyes seemed to light up the entire city block.

The kid, his arm, and nearly six years of combat were quickly forgotten when he had the chance to watch you like that. You hardly let him get a word on, too caught up in your own excitement for the novels you placed in his hand, but he didn’t mind. He preferred to listen to you anyway. Your voice had a calming presence about it; soothing and gentle, loving and joyous. If it weren’t for the clock hanging on the wall above your head, he might have sat there all night with you.

“We should probably head over,” he pointed out reluctantly, gesturing to the clock as it approached six.

You frowned, following his gaze to see the time had slipped by quicker than you realized. As you began to clear off the table, throwing the scraps in the garbage and setting the mugs on the counter for Luciana, Bucky began to wonder if maybe you would have sat there all night with him, too. If only he could find the courage to ask.

***

Bucky removed the clip from the book, closed the back binding, and slumped back into the cushions. The room was still pretty quiet, everyone’s noses still down in their books as the soft strum of Simon & Garfunkel played from the speaker by the coffee table. He glanced over at you as you sat beside him, a little closer than usual, though he didn’t mind. Your hip brushed his every so often when you adjusted position. It was a kind of closeness that left him wanting more.

You were only halfway through your own book, but you could clearly sense him watching you because you slowly looked up in his direction, a pointed smile on your face.

“You were right,” he admitted, his voice a hushed whisper in effort not to disturb the other members. “Surprisingly deep considering it’s a children’s book for adults.”

“Hey maybe we need pictures on our pages, too,” you whispered back, teasing him with a nudged to his right shoulder. He laughed, leaning back comfortably against the couch as Tony’s eyes glared over in his direction from the top of his book. He pressed his lips together to keep quiet.

You snickered into Bucky’s shoulder, lips pressing against the sleeve of his jacket and he had never wanted to remove that layer more in his life; to actually feel the imprint of your mouth instead of just the press of your face, to feel the heat in your breath breathe through the thin layer of his t-shirt. He shivered.

“Alright kids,” you said aloud, setting your book on the table. “Times up for today.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n! I’ve only got one chapter left!” Clint whined, stretching out dramatically along the table he was laying across.

“Glad to hear it, Clint,” you smirked, hands planted firm on your hips. “Finish on your own time.”

A couple of ‘ooo’s rang out and it reminded Bucky of his days sitting behind a desk in class in grade school and a kid would get called up to the principal's office. Clint took it in stride though and seemed to bask in it, throwing up a pose in face of the chorus.

The crowd quickly dispersed after that, though a few of the older members lingered behind to update you on how far they’d gotten in their books. Bucky watched you from a distance as he started to move the couches back into place, mesmerized by the glimmer in your eye as you spoke to them, a soft hand resting on the crook of their arm, nodding along with a smile on your face – always so genuine in every interaction, in every bone in your body.

Bucky had practically finished arranging the entire room by the time you walked back inside. Your jaw dropped, wide eyes meeting his.

“You didn’t have to do all that by yourself!”

Bucky shrugged. “How long were you doing it on your own before I came along? Take the help when it’s offered, Y/n.”

You smiled at that. “Still. I appreciate it.”

“It’s really nothing,” Bucky said simply.

He hadn’t felt a drive like this is years. Not even before his final tour and the destruction that came with it. He hadn’t remembered what it felt like to want to lift even the smallest of burdens for someone else just to see the weight slip from their shoulders, just to see them smile. He found himself wanting to carry everything you had, even if it started with arranging the heavy furniture of the empty VA library.

You chewed on the edge of your lip as you watched him approach the door, your jacket in his hand. He had wanted to hold it open for you, to let you turn your back and slip your arms through the sleeves, but it just wasn’t something he could do with one hand, and instead, he placed it to hang over your forearm.

A longing for a world in which you met him before his body had been put through the shredder ached deep into his gut. It started to push a frown onto his lips, but then your voice broke through and he shook it away.

“Ready?” you asked, gesturing to the door and he nodded, following closely behind.

There was a sudden nervous energy in the air he didn’t expect, and for once, it wasn’t coming from him. He glanced over at you as you walked in line with him to find you fidgeting with the zipper of your jacket, hands wringing into the fabric, and hair falling out of place and down into your eyes. You exhaled a few tense breaths as Bucky opened the main door for you, following behind as you stepped out onto the side walk.

The two of you stood there for a minute, neither one making a move to leave. You kept glancing back at the VA, then to your watch, barely able to look in Bucky’s direction and he started to feel that familiar twist of anxiety in his stomach.

“Hey, are you oka—”

“Do you want to go for a walk?” you blurted out before he could finish, biting down quickly on your lip as if to stop yourself from saying more.

Bucky froze, confused. He glanced down at his watch. It would be dark soon. “Now?”

A flash of embarrassment quickly passed over your features and Bucky’s stomach dropped.

Was it possible that you just wanted to spend more time with him? That maybe you could crave his presence the same way he did yours?

“N-No, no, you’re right. It’s late. I’m sorry,” you muttered quickly, arms folding protectively over your chest. You kicked at a stone on the sidewalk, watching as it rolled over on its side. “I should, uh, I should head home then. I’ll see you later, Bucky.”

“There’s a park nearby,” Bucky offered before you could turn away. You lifted your head.

“Yeah?” A cautious smile hung on your lips as you stepped closer to him.

Bucky nodded, trying to push away the shaking in his hand. “Yeah, come on.”

A couple minutes passed by in silence as you walked along his side. Every so often, your knuckles would brush up against his hand, a nervous laughter between you as you pulled away. It happened so quickly each time, he never had a chance to respond. Even if he did, he wasn’t sure he would have had the courage to twist his fingers into yours, hold your hand tight to his own, feel the warmth of your palm and guide you along the cobblestones to the small space of greenery amongst brick and steel and concrete.

“I hope you don’t mind me keeping you out late,” you said slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you waited at the intersection to cross the street.

“Not at all,” Bucky replied sincerely, offering you a small smile in hopes to ease your nervousness. Part of him wished he said more, maybe told you that spending time with you was the best part of his day or that you were the reason he was getting out of bed most mornings, but it was too big of an admission. It could scare you away and that was the last thing he wanted. Before he had a chance to decide, the light turned and you stepped out onto the street. Bucky followed closely behind.

The entrance to the park was bordered with a dark metal fence, an arch way carrying over the brick walkway decorated with flowers and vines. You crossed underneath, pausing to stare up the twisting of the leaved through the pattern in the arch, a delicate finger reaching out to touch the tip of a petal. You looked back at Bucky with a smile twice as wide on your face and he hung his head, a breath of a laugh in his chest.

The park was mostly empty for a Sunday evening. The last remaining streams of sunlight lit up the greenery, touching over the flowers and the reflecting into the pond at the center where a family of ducks were waddling along the edge. You seemed to like that, watching how the babies followed the mama along the rim of the water. Bucky turned to his right to find you imitating their walk, chasing after them until they stepped into the water.

Meanwhile, Bucky found a bench sitting under an old oak tree. Its branches hung draped over the bench enough to provide a shadow from the closing sun. It faced the west side of the park, where the sun was setting just over the tops of the buildings and illuminating the sky in brilliant shades of golden orange and vibrant reds.

“You want to sit for a bit?” Bucky asked, gesturing to the bench. His feet were a little tired from walking through Brooklyn all day with the library, the VA, and now this. It was more than he usually did these days – not that he minded. He’d happily allow his legs to be a little sore if it meant more time with you. He’d walk through busy streets for miles if it was you he was walking towards.

You plopped down on the bench on his right, sinking into the old wood. You glanced over at him, hiding behind a strand of hair that had fallen down into your face.

“Thanks for amusing me.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, chuckling to himself. “You act like I don’t want to be here.”

“I know, I know,” you laughed, swinging your feet off the side of the bench. “It’s just... and I hope this isn’t a strange thing to say but... I just like spending time with you. Wanted a little more of it today, I suppose.”

Bucky swallowed, his throat feeling suddenly very dry. His heart stammered a bit inside his chest, butterflies causing chaos in his stomach, but it didn’t make him want to run. He felt no drive to escape, to push those sensations so far out of reach he turned back to the numbed and empty version of himself he’d been occupied by for months before he met you. They were frightening feelings, yes, but they were pleasant ones, ones he welcomed and invited inside.

“You can have as much of my time as you want,” Bucky said as the words fell off his tongue. No filter, no second guessing. No chance to bite his tongue. You looked up at him with a kind of hope in your eyes that made his cheeks start to hurt from how much he was smiling.

You settled back in on the bench, gazing up at the sunset as it lowered behind the buildings. Brush strokes of softer tones blended into the fading blues in the sky, giving way to the moon and stars as they emerged beyond the clouds.

He glanced down at your hand as it rested on the bench by your thigh. There was hardly even a breath of air between his pinky to yours. You were so close; it would only take one instant of courage to bar the space between you.

Be brave, Barnes.

Testing the waters, Bucky allowed the very edge of his fingers to brush over your knuckles. Your skin was softer than he’d remembered from that first handshake in the VA nearly a month earlier. He felt your breath hitch like a jolt of electricity had rushed though you, though you didn’t tear your eyes away from the sunset. Your thumb ran a tender line along his hand as you turned your palm up. Bucky swallowed.

He slipped his hand into yours, curling his fingers to the space between your own, and for a moment he just let himself feel.

He felt for the slight give in your hand, the twitch in your movements as you settled in against him. He felt the gentle sway of your thumb as it painted a line along his, comforting sweeps like you were reminding him you were there. He felt the chill in your skin – cold hands, like he remembered from before – and the heat of his own.

Then, your head on his shoulder. Your legs crossed towards him as you leaned in closer and he made no efforts to move. A gesture like that would have thrown him in a tailspin before he met you; to be this close to someone, to anyone, to sit in the vulnerability of allowing someone to know and feel him.

He looked back up at the sunset. It had nearly dipped below the horizon now; only a few glimpses of color remaining in the sky and the shine of the lamppost just a few feet away.

You sighed in a contented hum, circling your free hand to rest on the inside of his bicep, hooked around his arm. You held him against you like a teddy bear, just wanting to feel more of him.

It was a strange sensation, he thought; this new urge to want to give you as much as his body could offer.

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Long overdue - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Title: Long overdue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Could you please do a Bucky and y/n where she is shy but is really close to Steve and Bucky thanks their dating and he gets jealous because he loves her but they don’t really talk that much? Love your work

“Still not ready to retire old man?” you smiled, teasingly when the blonde looked at you over his shoulder, but always with a warmth in your eyes that only longtime friends, family, at this point could have. Especially after everything you've all been through.

“What did you just call me, right now?” he narrowed his eyes at you, a lightness and easiness in both his movement and voice, as you couldn't see much of his face at that moment. Granted there was still some heaviness in the atmosphere whenever silence followed, and his moves if one was to pay close attention could notice were short and stiff. And you do notice it.

But who could blame him? Things are better than what they've been five years ago but still, that doesn't mean good. Not when people were still lost in the battle, important ones. Also family.

It's as good as it can get for now at least, and to have your best friend alive and here with you is really the second best thing at the moment. So you can't nor will complain.

“Am pretty sure you heard me. Just as I am sure that if I looked close enough, I could spot a white strand of hair here and there.” you smirked when his eyes widened “But that's not the point here. What I mean is, it's been a good couple months since you gave up that shield, and yet you're still somehow around. Changed your mind, maybe you need a new one? I saw one the other day when I was in town, I think it would suit you.”

“I'm just taking my time, it's not that easy to find an apartment in Brooklyn. You know that.” he turned to fully face you, a frown on his face but it was anything but serious as he crossed his arms over his chest “Besides, weren't you the one that said I should take as much time as I need and that this will always be my home? What happened now? Can't wait to get rid of me?”

“Oh you figured it out, at last.” you played along, letting out a long sigh of relief “Yeah, I'm so sick and tired of seeing that perfectly handsome face all the time. Distracting, taunting and at the same time reminding me of the 20 skincare products I have to use yet again tonight, to look even remotely human.”

A deep chuckle escaped his lips, the easy smile managing to warm you deep to your heart, just as much as his arms did the moment they wrapped around you "If that is to say you look like an angel otherwise, then yes I will accept it.”

“Yeah, particularly the one that rules hell.” you chuckled.

“Why do I even try to say anything nice for you in the first place?” he laughed, shaking his head.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around him as well, trying to find some comfort in your friend- in your family, before you inevitably had to throw yourself into this new world without him. The new age of heroes where many things had changed and in which you wouldn't have someone to turn to any given moment, as easily as it was with Steve. Steve had always been that important. There still was one, much more important of course, but that treacherous heart of yours made it impossible for you to even remotely think you could be so open with him as with Steve. Not without turning every shade of red there was, anyway. “In any case-” you cleared your throat “I could still get you that shield and you can be back on the business in no time. With a new title, of course, but still doing the job... which involves making me breakfast and dinner when I'm too tired. I mean, now that I think about it, you can still keep up that job even if you don't wanna be out on the field.”

“Ah so I do see why you want me to stay after all.” he nodded his head “By the way, what kind of shield are we talking about?”

“Oh it's a special one. I think it was based off a movie? You know how they are with superhero movies lately. And given how bright pink it was I'm guessing Captain Barbie or someth-” but you didn't even get to complete your sentence when a yelp left your lips and soon laughter followed. His fingers moved swiftly as he tickled your sides but you were faster at swatting his hands away.

“Fine, fine. Not a fan of cinema, I see.” you shook your head with a sigh.

“Yeah, forgive me, but we all have flaws. Even me. Is that the real reason why you want me out of here as soon as possible, maybe?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You've got me. Deep down I cannot stand the fact.” you shrugged innocently, but the smile on your lips betraying what you felt.

“Man, I feel the love. You all are glad I came back alive from returning the stones I see.” he said only as a joke, focusing back to gathering the papers filled with older drawings that he had on his table.

“... I am glad you are still here, though, Steve.” you said softly and he looked over his shoulder at you again. This time he didn't just pause, he let go of the papers and turned to face you.

“Where else would I be?” this time a frown set on his face, more serious than any other you'd seen on his face so far, because he understood what your words meant “This is where my family is.”

“Well, yeah, but I mean-” you bit the inside of your cheek and shrugged “There still were more options. More than you had before.”

“More options, yes. A need for a choice? No. I'm good, more than good. And I wouldn't change a thing about what I have here...” he shrugged softly, looking at you carefully almost with calculating eyes before he started speaking again “I mean, save for one thing I suppose. There is always-”

“Don't. Don't you even-” you gave him a sharp look, fast enough to cut him off “Not unless you want me to kick your ass out of here, right now.” you shook your head, lowering your voice “We agreed we wouldn't talk about it. You promised me you wouldn't bring it up again, Steve. You promised.”

You adored your best friend, you honestly did, but moments like this you really wished you had not told him a single word. Not that he wouldn't have figured it out by himself. He was a persistent man, standing by his opinion no matter what. And this time, seeing as he was somehow convinced your feelings could be reciprocated, he did everything in his power to convince you to act on them. He was the only one that knew the truth and you didn't really know if it was a blessing to have someone to talk to about it or a nightmare with how he acted.

“I try but it is too hard seeing how idiotic the two people closest to me can be.” he crossed his arms over his chest, making you frown for a moment in confusion “And I'm still having a hard time understanding why. I get that you have trouble opening up to people, more than just get it. I know how it is. I'm not the most open person exactly, either, and the thought of getting attached to someone is terrifying given the job we do. But it's not just someone, someone random, we're talking about here. There is nothing to be shy abo-”

“I'm not shy about a damn thing, Steve, stop saying that.” you huffed, giving him a hard look “I'm a grown-ass woman who has saved your ass and the world at the same time, more times than I can count. I'm not some schoolgirl to be shy or crushing or daydreaming or whatever word you wanna use again about- about me and you-kow-who.” the fact that you couldn't even say your name for fear of him somehow being around and hearing did make you look no more mature than a schoolgirl.

“All I'm saying is that if you opened up more, you may be surprised in ways that you couldn't even imagine.”

“Oh like him telling me he feels the same? Well, let's see: you are his best friend, practically his brother. He confides in you, trusts you with his life and everything important to him. Has he told you he sees me as anything more than a friend?”

“Well, he-” he paused “No, not really. He doesn't seem to want to talk much about it... you, with me. Like when I bring you up he gets too stiff but I- I see the way he looks at you! He may not admit it-”

“Because there is probably nothing to admit! It's all in your mind and I can't get my hopes up over just a feeling, Steve.”

“Look, all I'm saying is-” he sighed, shaking his head “All this- All this waiting, and pining because you know that's what this is-” he pointed a finger at you before you could get to retort “You know that's exactly what this is! Waiting and hoping it- it goes away somehow? That your feelings for him are something that will just pass like a scratch on knee, or that you'll cover it up and it will be like they don't exist? This is not how it works. You have to try your chance because if you don't then you'll only live to regret it, and I know you will the same I know it's not something that goes away. He may not see it, but I do. And the way you look at Buc-” he stopped himself when your eyes widened, he sighed instead and raised his arms in surrender “The way you look at him, the way you care and-” he stopped himself, shaking his head before slowly approaching you again.

“For god's sake, the way you love, (Y/n), that is not something that can easily be found. This love that you have in you, this big heart that you are so willing to give without a second thought, the care and selfless devotion is- it's one of a kind.” he slowly wrapped his arms around you, looking you carefully in the eyes “You are one of a kind. And anyone that has even part of your love should thank his lucky stars because it is a blessing to be loved by a woman like you. Waiting is one thing, but to be loved like this and not know it, it would be the biggest tragedy in one's life, (Y/n).”

You knew he was only saying everything because he wanted to help you out, to give you a push as gentle as possible towards the right direction. How right was it for you to confess to his best friend that you've always had feelings for him for so long and possible ruin the dynamics and relation you'd built with all of them (besides making a terrible fool of yourself), you didn't know. You were scared to even think of telling him the truth when you could barely utter a few words in his presence because of that treacherous heart of yours that jumped around like crazy whenever he was near.

“Says the world's leading authority on waiting too long.” you mumbled as a weak excuse, knowing he was right, and let your head rest on his chest as he tightened the hold around your waist.

“Yeah, well, speaking from experience I suppose.” he kissed the top of your head “I just want you to be happy, you know how important you are to me. And I would hate to-”

He didn't, however, get to finish his sentence when another voice was heard “Hey, Steve, you done with those-” but his words were also cut off as he breathed a low, gruff “Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.”

“Wha- No, hey, Buck. Not interrupting.” Steve gave his friend a soft smile, pulling away from you and giving you a chance to take a goo look at his friend, and a good look you did take “Just having a word here with (Y/n). Sorry to keep you guys waiting.”

“No I uh should've thought so. Judging from the heartfelt words and all that. I shouldn't have assumed you were talking to yourself, I suppose.” he was mostly speaking to Steve but his eyes were mostly on you, a soft smile on his lips though it didn't reflect on his eyes at all. After barely half a beat, he spoke to you “Hey (Y/n). How you've been?”

“Hello Bucky.” you smiled as well, your throat closing up “Good, you?” you asked and he gave you a soft nod, without taking his eyes off you. Not that you did either. How could you?

Even if somebody were to warn you about it, it would never be able enough to prepare you for what you were seeing. You always knew and would easily admit that the man was good-looking, but this- this even more attractive than you could even imagine. You had seen photos of him back in the days, with his hair shorter and his face on full display, but to see him in person was a whole other thing. It took your breath away to have his eyes fully on you and not for a second hidden. It felt like his whole face was more open, even though his features were still somewhat clouded; the weight on his shoulders wouldn't go away anytime soon that was for sure. But to be able to be like the man he was back then was more than in looks, he could slowly feel like him again.

“Because that would have made so much sense now, wouldn't it?” Steve spoke up.

“Probably. I don't know, I just heard the last sentence anyway, so-” he shrugged, his eyes only stealing a glimpse at you before looking away in what seemed like guilt which you could not understand “Apologies about that. If you guys wanna stay alone some more, I can go by the car and wa-”

“Nah we're good here, all that lady's been doing is distract me anyway.” Steve shot you a playful look “Maybe you can help me out here a bit. I'll take this bag to the car and (Y/n) can tell what else we need from the desk.”

“Alright, I-” Bucky hesitated only for a second, his eyebrows pulling into a frown when Steve all-too-eagerly grabbed his only full bag of clothes and left his room, all excited to leave you alone with Bucky and you would have glared at him if you didn't feel terrified “There he goes.” Bucky sighed before turning to you with a soft smile “Ok, so is there anything you need help with?”

“I uh ye-yeah. Steve was gonna gather his drawings next so given they're important we could... do that.” you breathed out a little hastily but also in a low voice as you rushed to get to the desk. Bucky didn't say a word himself, only letting the tense silence hang in the air; while you struggled on the inside to come up with something good enough. It wasn't just that you were shy or quiet, you were always so unsure of what was best to say to the man, fearing you'd mess it up or make a fool of yourself.

“He's got plenty of these, must have felt really inspired hm?” Bucky spoke in a soft voice, looking over at the drawings Steve had done of you. You got distracted for a moment, taking the warmth in his eyes and the smile that look bittersweet if not sad on his face.

“Uh yeah.” you cleared your throat “It was around the time I was trying to get him back to drawing after I found his art. I was a bit shy about it at first but I suppose they're good.”

“His art always was, he's got a way of bringing things to life, capturing things in a different way but this-” he pause, looking up to meet your eyes, locking them in a look that only made your knees weak if the small distance hadn't already “It would never even compare to the real thing. That is one of a kind. You've always been anyway, I don't think there is a single person that knows you and could deny that.”

“I- I'm not that special.” you could feel the heat rise up on your cheeks and forced yourself to look down.

“I didn't just say special. I said one of a kind, unique. As is... everything about you. But then again, Steve has always been lucky without even knowing it.”

Glancing at him you did notice the honesty in his eyes, the warmth that almost reached out to you like that of the sun. If it weren't for his words that had your heart hammering in your chest, you would have paid more attention to the way his smile didn't really reach his eyes or the longing with which he looked at you.

“I suppose.” you mumbled, though you couldn't understand the meaning behind his last sentence. Letting the silence fill the room again you desperately searched for something else to say. You didn't speak much with Bucky but you wanted – despite your fear – to be the one to keep the conversation going because the truth was you loved talking with him “You look good, you got a haircut.”

Well, when you weren't making a fool of yourself that is.

Bucky paused for a moment, looking at you and you really braced yourself for him to laugh at you and call you out on what a stupid thing that was to say. But instead all you got a smile that you would be damned if it wasn't shy. It was almost too sweet for your heart to take, and the way he ducked his head as if some bashful... schoolboy (you almost laughed at the word that came up in your mind) had your breath getting caught up in your throat once more. You had never seen this side of Bucky. Never.

“Yeah I uh-” he smiled, fully smiled, and your own heart jumped to your throat “I thought that maybe it was time for a change. I didn't know if I could pull it off again after all these years but I-”

“No” you whispered “No, you're- you look great, really, Buck.” you confessed softly and his smile only got bigger “Not that you didn't before, don't get me wrong. You just look like you did back in the days. I- I saw a couple photos of you and Steve, and it's- it's good. Real good.” you gave him a small nod, which he return.

The smile stayed on his lips as he admitted “Yeah, truth is Steve was the one that insisted on it for some reason.” some reason, yeah, more like you saying how good Bucky looked with short hair better yet.

“Well, I'm glad you took that choice. It does look great. And... not that I think you had any trouble before, but now you'll have all the ladies swooning over you, you will barely have time for us.”

“That would never happen, never. I would never put anyone else before you.” he spoke with so much sincerity that you had to look away for a second because of the intensity “Besides-” he cleared his throat “Looking forward to go on double dates or something? I figured you and Steve wouldn't have time for us.”

“Steve, probably, he's got a lot on his plate now. But what do I have to do with any of it?”

“I just-” he shrugged softly, frowning “I figured that moving in a new place is... a lot.”

“It is... hence Steve having a lot on his plate. I still don't get what I have to do with that? I mean, sure, I'm his best pal besides you and Sam, but it's not like I'm moving in with him or anything.” you shrugged with an smile, focusing for a few moments on the drawings before you.

“Oh I thought-” he paused, nodding his head before he let out a soft breath “Well, I suppose I was just assuming. It's not like... this changes anything, right?” his words were so hesitant that it confused for a second.

“...No? Why would it? Steve is still Steve. Things are and will continue to be the way they've always been.”

“I mean-” he cleared his throat again, shifting in his place “You two are good right? Like, together and all that, you're good?”

“Just like we've always been, Buck, I don't understand why you're asking this. Honestly... Is there something not right with you, maybe?” you asked softly, trying to meet his eyes even though he avoided it.

“No, why would there be?” he swallowed thickly, nodding to himself “And besides, I should've thought so.” he offered you a smile, albeit weak “He wouldn't have given up a chance with... A chance to the life he would've had for something that's not important. As far as that is concerned, I don't blame him. I would do the same.”

“You... you mean Peggy, don't you?”

“I-” he shrugged softly “I didn't really wanna mention her in case... Well, he did leave her for you. He stayed here, didn't go back to live his life with her. Which, again, is the right choice. To tell you the truth, I feared for a moment that we wouldn't see him come back from that time travel unless he was graying and old.” feared, and that terrible part of himself that was too selfish, hoped he would stay back in time to have his life with Peggy so that Bucky could maybe get a chance with you in case-

“But he did come back.” you whispered “And he did it for all of us, there's no reason to give me all the credit, Bucky.”

“I mean, you're still the main reason. And as I said, he did make the right choice. Hell, I know that if he had even so considered staying back there, I would have kicked his ass for it. But I guess I'm more than glad you two are so good like this, that I didn't need to.” liar, he knew he was such a big liar for saying all of it.

“Main reason, yeah sure.” you breathed out a laugh, feeling proud with yourself for how casual you sounded “Just say what's on your mind, Buck. Steve's so tired of my single sorry ass that he had to stay here to make sure I don't end up being a crazy cat lady. I mean can I blame him? No. I can't even tell the guy I... the guy I like how I feel about him.” you shrugged, not meeting his eyes.

You were saying things you never thought you would, but feeling bold maybe you would slowly get somewhere in the end “I'm sure Steve's just gonna snap one of these days and tell him 'She likes you you idiot, for fuck's sake do something cause I'm sick and tired listening to her talk about you non-stop.' and I'm not even joking. That will be it, word for word. So-” you let out a low laugh “I better hold him back huh?”

“What?” you did expect to see such a dark and serious look to meet you when you finally looked at him “What did you just say (Y/n)?”

“That... you know, with me being single all this time, Steve might try to set me up with- I'm sorry.” you shook your head “Did I say something wrong? Was it something that I-”

“You're... what?” his voice was so gruff that you felt even more worried.

But before you could voice your concerns, your best friend was walking inside the room again “Sorry for the delay, though I suppose you guys barely noticed my-” but he stopped himself when he was met with the hardest glare you had seen Bucky give his friend “Uh is everything alright?”

“We'll see about that.” his voice was deep “Come on. You. Me. Talk. You have lots explaining to do.” he took a deep breath, looking at you for a few too long seconds too many emotions on his face for you to tell apart, before looking back at his friend “And it's been long overdue.”

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