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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years

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Steve//Boys Like You (part 3)

part 1 part 2

“So?” You ask, popping a fry into your mouth. “How are you finding Hawkins?”

He looks at you while holding his burger and rolls his eyes. “Boring as fuck.” He says before taking a bite and you nod.

“It always has been.” You reply. A sinking feeling settling over you as you think about the lie you just told. It was boring before everything, but even then you never thought that it was that boring. I mean they were doing that shit in Hawkins for a long time before they were caught. Just nobody ever noticed.

“You okay?” He asks, waving a hand in front of your face and you look at him, a soft smile taking over your features.

“Yeah.” You nod. “Just thinking, thats all.” You shrug and he nods, not quite believing what you’re saying but he decides to leave it for now. And that makes you feel a bit better.

“What about you?”

“What about me, what?” You ask, continuing to eat.

“What do you think of Hawkins?”

“Oh, you know.” You shrug. “Not much to think of. It could do with a mall, but apart from that, its...okay.” You trail of and he laughs a little. “What?”

“You can just say you hate it you know.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, throwing a fry at him, he bends slightly, catching it in his mouth and the two of you cheer. “Do you think you’re gonna move back to California?”

“If you’d asked me a week ago, yes.” He replies and you look at him confused.

“Whats changed in a week?” You ask and he smirks.

“...you.” He says and you start to blush, looking at the table. The red neon light from the sign outside highlights the side of your face and Billy feels breathless for a few seconds. This has never happened to him, but part of him doesn’t mind.

“There’s a name for boys like you.” You say once you’ve recovered and he smiles at you.

“Yeah?” He asks, leaning over the table. “And what’s that?”

“Just...you.” You trail off, looking at the table again. Your heart starts to hurt again. What if this is all one big joke. If Steve doesn’t want you, why would Billy? If you’re a toy for one boy, why not another?

“Y/n?” Billy asks and you glance up. His eyebrows are knitted together with worry, and there’s a sad expression on his face. “What’s up?” He asks, grabbing your hand. You continue to look at the table, the sticky surface looking very interesting at the minute, however there’s a warm hand under your chin, lifting your head up and your eyes meet with Billy’s. “I’m not like Steve Harrington.” He reassures you with a slight sneer at the mention of his name. You force a smile and he looks at you sympathetically. “You can do so much better than him.”

“Like you?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow and he shrugs.

“Yeah.” He smirks, and he’s back to his usual cocky self which makes you feel a bit better.

“So whats your favourite part of California?” You ask, changing the subject.

He hums, thinking about it for a second and you see a flash of something in his eyes. “The beach.” He says, finally looking at you.

“Let me guess, you used to surf.”

“How’d you know?” He asks and steals the last of your fries.

“Hey!” You shove him and he laughs while eating. “I know, because you look like you surfed. And all the girls would watch you while you emerged from the water in slow motion, shaking your mullet while water dripped down your chest.”

“Keep it in your pants Y/l/n.” He teases and you shove him again, a laugh following.

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“I’ve had a really nice time Billy.” You smile at him.

“I’m glad.” He replies, giving you a genuine smile.

“I suppose you’re forgiven.” You tell him and he grins, sending butterflies through your stomach.

“I’m glad.” He says again and the two of you smile at each other.

“Do you er, wanna come in?” You ask and his smile grows.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He replies and gets out the car, sprinting round to the other side and opening the door for you.

You lead him inside and up the stairs, grateful that your parents are working late tonight. Once you’re in your room he sits down on your bed, kicking his boots off and shuffling up to lean against the headboard.

“You gonna stand there all night?” He asks and your flip him off.

“I’ll kick you out.” You warn and he pouts.

“And end this date early?”

“I didn’t say it was a date.” You reply and make your way towards him.

“You invited me into your room, thats usually how dates end. Especially mine.”

“Shut up.” You shake your head as you sit beside him.

“Make me.” He replies and you turn to look at him. His lips are ghosting over yours and your breathing picks up. Your mind has gone fuzzy and you feel frozen.

His hand cups your cheek before he closes the space between the two of you, and now you can feel everything. His lips moving against yours are a little chapped but they leave you wanting more. He tries to pull away but you hands travel to the back of his neck, pulling his hair softly making him groan. Soon he’s on top of you, his hands roaming all over your body, leaving a trail of fire. His fingers play with the hem of your t-shirt, playing with it for a few seconds before he pulls away to look you in the eye. “Can I?” He asks and you nod breathlessly. He pulls the shirt over your head, dropping in to the floor before kissing you again. You’re about to take his shirt off when you hear a thud from the corner of your room.

Billy pulls away from you quickly and the two of you sit up. By your window, someone is stumbling about, trying to untangle themselves from your curtain. The light from your bed side lamp hits them as you walk forward and you groan.

“Steve?” You ask, squinting slightly and he looks at you, his eyes are red and bloodshot and you look confused.

“Harrington. What the hell are you doing here?” Billy asks and you’re reminded where you are, and what you’d just been doing. You now suddenly aware that you’re top half is exposed, only covered by a bra and your cheeks start to heat up.

“Billy?” Steve asks in disbelief, his eyes flicker from him to you before he stops on you, staring. “What the hell is he doing here?” He asks and Billy rolls his eyes.

“What does it look like Harrington?” He asks and nods towards you. Steve looks at you again properly, and his gaze travels down to your exposed chest, his eyes widen and he coughs awkwardly before looking around the room. You feel a little upset and cross yours arms over your chest. Billy senses your discomfort and hands you your shirt.

“Thanks.” You mumble and and put your shirt back on. “Steve.” You start, standing up and making your way towards him. “What are you doing here?” You ask quietly.

“Nancy broke up with me.” He admits and Billy lets out a low whistle.

“Well, there’s a surprise.” He teases and you glare at him. “You should send her my way.” He adds and you have to hold Steve back.

“Wow, real classy Hargrove. You can’t just focus on one girl at a time can you?” He asks.

“I’m classier than you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He narrows his eyes.

“It means that I didn’t make out with a girl ten seconds after my girlfriend breaks up with me, to then get back with my girlfriend the next day and completely ignore the other girl.”

“You told him?” Steve asks and you look at the floor.

“He overheard me tell one of my friends.” You explain and he sighs. “Sorry.”

“Why should you be saying sorry? He’s the one that only wants you when his girlfriend doesn’t want him, hence why he’s here.” Billy replies and you roll your eyes.

“Billy.” You turn to face him. “Go home.”

“Are you serious right now Y/n? You can’t possibly want to help him.”

“Please, just go. I’ll talk to you later okay?”

“Unbelievable.” He mutters, putting his shoes back on. “Remember what I said Y/n, you can do better.” He puts his hand on your shoulder and you smile at him, before kissing his cheek softly.

You hear him walk down the stairs, closing the door behind him before you lead Steve to your bed.

“What happened Stevie?” You ask, wrapping an arm around you.

“Well she cancelled our date so I went round to see if she was okay, and she was hanging out with Byers. The photography freak.”

“I thought you and Jonathan were friends...well kinda.”

“We were, until he stole my damn girlfriend.” He says angrily and you sigh.

“Listen, if she doesn’t want you, you just have to deal with it. Believe me, I have.” You mumbled the last part and he looks at you confused. However he either chooses to ignore it, or forgets what you said two seconds after you say it, and continues to complain.

“I feel like everyone is leaving me behind. Nancy’s with Jonathan now. Tommy and Carol are obsessed with Billy, even you’re finding other people to hang out with.”

“What do you mean, even me?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. You pull your arm away from him and he looks at you, unsure of what to say.

“Nothing. Just that you’re-”

“That I’m hanging out with somebody that isn’t you? That I have other friends. That somebody else actually wants to be friends with me instead of just have me around as a convenience?” You ask angrily, standing up.

“Oh please. Billy doesn’t want to be your friend, he wants to get into your pants. And you were just gonna let him.”

“Excuse me!?” You shout and his face goes pale. Yep, he knew he fucked up this time.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that Y/n.” He rambles, moving towards you.

“Get out Steve.”

“What?”

“I said, get out.” You repeat and he looks at you with those sad, wide brown eyes.

“Please Y/n.” He tries again and now he’s stood in front of you, a pleading look on his face, but your cross your arms and look at the wall beside you. Theres a few seconds of silence and you hear him sigh, before he comes into your vision.

You’re about to tell him to leave again, when his lips are on yours, kissing you softly. Your eyes widen and you push him away, making him stumble and then look at you confused.

“What the fuck?”

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romanosgirl1978 · 6 years

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The Date Plan {Part Two}

Part I

This is kinda short and waayyy too late but I hope you guys like it. Also I’m working on a couple other stories. One Bucky (I’m obsessed with Medieval-ish Bucky now. @invisibleanonymousmonsters is currently writing an amazing series about it and its awesome so with that and a three am instrumental playlist to help me sleep running through my head I came up with it) and the other is another Billy Russo one that is based of the rock version of The Thunder Rolls.

Warnings-Post event embarrassment, Swearing [honestly its like two words so thats a major improvement for me lol], Fluff

Word Count-1278

The sun streams in through the slightly open blinds and slowly wakes you up, worsening the already forming headache as you turn and bury your head in your pillow.

Slowly, you push yourself out of bed and stumble into the bathroom, relying on memory rather than sight to guide you to try to keep the headache from getting worse.

After feeling your way through the doorway you open your eyes and head for the sink, grabbing the ibuprofen from the vanity and taking two.

You groan and turn the shower on, stripping down and stepping under the hot water, letting it wash over and relax you.

Quickly, you dry off and pull on a pair of sweats and one of Bucky's henleys that you stole a few days ago, winding your hair into a messy, damp bun, and heading down to the kitchen for breakfast.

“Good morning, Princess,” Steve says, smirking. “Hows that head of yours feeling?”

You groan and rest your forehead on the refrigerator door.

“How bad is the damage control gonna be?” You ask ruefully.

He laughs. “Not that bad. It was mostly disney songs and then getting swept off your feet by your prince.”

You grab a cool water bottle and press it to the back of your neck. “I don’t remember anything after Sam pushed that damn bottle in my hands,” you admit.

“Dont worry, theres footage we can show you.”

Your eyes widen and you look at him desperately. “Please tell me I didn’t do anything too embarrassing.”

“I’m not sure. Nothing really happened when I was around, that was mostly Sam being embarrassing, but then Bucky took you to your room and who knows what you did then.”

A quick memory of him stroking your cheek flashes through your mind but you decide to chalk it up to a drunken dream.

:Well now that you’ve said that do you know where he is?”

Steve grabs a bowl and shrugs. “Probably the gym. Why?”

“Because I probably need to apologize for something that I did while I was drunk.”

He nods and looks through the cereal in the pantry, “fair enough.”

You down the rest of the bottle quickly and head down to the gym, seeing Bucky at one of the punching bags, back to you and headphones in his ears.

Walking through the door, you make your way over to where he is, circling around to be in his line of sight but a ways back so you don’t get hit by the swinging bag of sand, and wave.

As it swings back to him he grabs it with one arm and takes out his headphones with the other, dropping them around his neck.

“How you feeling doll?”

You blush slightly at the nickname. “Headache from hell but I’ll survive.”

He nods and reaches for the towel beside him, wiping the sweat off the back of his neck.

You wring your hands nervously. “Listen Buck. I’m not completely sure what happened the last half of the night, but Stevie said you took me to my room so I just wanted to say thank you and, for anything else that happened, I’m sorry. I’ve heard stories about myself when I’m drunk…” you rub the back of your neck. “They’re not all that great either.”

He gives you a small smile and waves away the apology.

“Don’t worry about it doll. Nothing really happened,” he gives you a sideways smirk. “But you did say something about me being your prince,” he teases.

You cover your face with your hands. “Oh god.”

He laughs and walks over, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“You also helped Sammy find his prince too.”

“I might have to watch that footage Steve was telling me about,” you groan.

He squeezes your shoulders lightly. “So you don’t remember anything else from last night?” He asks a bit nervously.

You blush and bite your bottom lip, shaking your head slowly. “No, not really. Just a kinda weird dream that I had… but that’s about it. Is there something I need to know?”

Giving you a small smile, he shakes his head. “Nah, nothing important. You just asked me about the girl from the party,” a smirk slides onto his face. “Sounded like you were a bit jealous, doll.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug his arm off your shoulder, stepping away from him. “You wish Barnes.”

“You've got no idea,” he mutters under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. You eaten breakfast yet?”

“Oh god no,” you groan, holding your stomach. “And please don't mention it again.”

“What? You don't want any nice, greasy bacon? Or sausage?” He teases.

You cover your ears, shaking your head. “Dammit Barnes. You're gonna make me sick.”

He laughs, stepping closer. “Maybe some hash browns, or a nice fluffy biscuit?”

You punch at his chest and he just swats it away.

“Pancakes.”

Another hit and he grabs your wrist.

“A lot of syrup.”

You hit him with your other hand and he wraps it in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

You pout and look up at him. “Bucky, please stooooppp,” you whine, trying to push against him to get away.

He laughs. “Fine, fine. I'll stop. But only for you,” he kisses the top of your head and smiles down at you.

“You going sweet on me Buck?” You question teasingly, looking up at him, smile soft across your face.

“Always been sweet on you doll.”

“So… did you ever tell me why didnt ask her out?” You ask quietly.

His smile falls and he slowly lets his hands slide down to your waist. “It's just…” he sighs.

“Come on Buck. What is it?”

“You're gonna laugh,” he half jokes.

You shake your head. “I promise that I want… at least I’ll try not to.”

“I haven't exactly asked a girl out in over 70 years,” he admits.

Rolling your eyes you sigh. “Well obviously. I’d be more surprised if you had.”

He hangs his head and rubs the back of his neck, dropping his hands off of you. “I sort of forgot how to ask someone out on a date. And datings changed to much as it is… I wouldnt know how to even really approach a dame from this era.”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing and put a hand on his shoulders. “Buck, why didn't you just tell any of the girls here? They all would have loved to try and help,” you tell him, voice a bit strained from the effort you were using to keep from laughing.

A blush stretches across his cheeks. “After all the stories I’m sure that Steve has told everyone I didn't want to disappoint by admitting that I forgot how to go on a date.”

His blue eyes look up into your (E/C) ones pleadingly.

You give him a small smile and shake your head. “I’d help you Buck, really I would, but I’m about as clueless as you are. It's not like I’m going on dates every week. You need more professional help than I can offer.”

“Who do you suggest then?”

“You're not gonna like my answer.”

He gives you a level look, pressing you to answer.

“Sam, you stop him before he even has time to complain. “He's one of the most charming, charismatic guys we've got that's not Tony. I think he'd honestly be our best bet.”

“He's gonna laugh at me,” Bucky deadpans.

You chuck and nod. “Yeah, probably. But hey, this time I’ll let you punch him,” you bribe.

Bucky can't help but smile at that, reluctantly nodding. “Alright. Guess it's time we go find Bird Boy.”

“I know exactly where he is,” you smirk.

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