#steve x t/n

[californiaboytoybilly]

Billy, who has only ever known a life of ‘use or be used’ comes to Hawkins, Indiana with exactly one plan.

To get the fuck back out.

But see, the problem is that that takes money. Money he definitely doesn’t have.

The first night in his new room, he doesn’t bother to unpack. No, he sits on the floor by his bare mattress and he plots.

It’s not worth the risk trying to steal from Neil. Can’t escape this shithole if he’s fucking dead. Getting a job and actually managing to keep the money without his father finding out would be… difficult.

Bored housewives would probably be willing to shell out gifts for the privilege of a quick fuck to forget their balding, miserable husbands. It wasn’t much, but it was a thought to consider.

He leaves that half finished plan open in his brain when he goes to his first day at Hawkins High, only to have the page ripped up and burned at the first sight of one Steve Harrington.

Bored and- seemingly- apathetic pretty boy with absent parents and a big house. Considerably more his type than some desperate midwest housewife with sickly sweet perfume and a simpering voice.

And clearly rich.

By the second week of classes, Billy has caught Steve’s eyes lingering on him a few too many times.

So starts what would become both the only thing that mattered to him, and the worst thing he’d ever do.

His usual charm doesn’t work on Steve, so he goes the other way. Taunts him, a bully pulling on his pigtails until one day Steve snaps and kisses him behind the gym until Billy almost forgets why he’s doing this entirely.

At first, he feels no guilt in it. They don’t talk feelings, it’s just good fucking sex and Steve apparently loves to give gifts.

Gifts that are too thoughtful. Too knowing.

First aid supplies. Clothes. Buying him expensive dinners to make up for the nights Billy was sent to his room without a bite to eat the entire day, even if he didn’t know that.

Billy starts to become more aware of his plan as the days, then months slip by. He thinks of all the times Steve has given him money for gas or other things, how Billy has lied to him. How all that money is stashed away, just waiting for a chance that he can disappear into the night like an asshole outlaw.

Steve becomes his boyfriend and the guilt sits heavy and sticky in his gut. He starts to second guess what he’s been doing.

Billy doesn’t say he’s in love, not even when Steve does. He knows he is- has fought against it with every fibre of his being the whole fucked up way down- but he can’t bring himself to say it when his escape is on the horizon.

He comforts himself by telling himself Steve will forget about him. Move on and marry some docile stay-at-home wife who wouldn’t push his buttons the way Billy did.

But then, late one night, Steve says it again while he’s pressing Billy down into the mattress. And Billy- emotionally taken apart by a particularly bad day at home- crumbles. His eyes fill with tears and he says it back in a fit of weakness. The first time he’s ever said those words to someone.

I love you too.

That’s when his plan starts to fall apart. It’s become annoyingly apparent that he can’t escape this. Doesn’t want to. Steve has become his escape.

So even though it feels like pulling teeth, he starts to empty his stash. He buys Steve gifts now, because spending it on him makes him feel less vile. Takes Steve out on dates.

He finally feels a sense of relief when it’s gone, even if he says goodbye to California mournfully in the same thought.

It’s easier to be around Steve after that, even if a trace of the guilt always lingers. Easier to say he loves him when he isn’t constantly ready to say goodbye. Easier to open up to him.

He finally tells Steve the truth about Neil, and the first thing Steve does is offer him a place in his home if he needs to run.

Billy loves him. He feels free for the first time in his life. He’s happy.

And that’s when Steve finds out the truth.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #billy x steve #billy antis dni #billy hargrove deserves better #minor angst #miscommunication #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy #🌌 — a s t e r #🌌 — w r i t i n g

[stevewhoreington]

can we have billy the morning person and steve the literal grump the second he wakes up? like, he's grumbling and he's sarcastic and he's huffing - really giving billy a run for his money. the only time billy sees him like this is when he has to roll out of bed extra early, and it's like having a Whole New Steve with him. (and also leaves billy wondering: shit, is this what it's like putting up with me???1?)

billy: not much of a mornin person, are ya, stevie?

steve, voice pitched high: not much of a mornin person, are ya, stevie?

#harringrove #billy x steve #i just want steve to be rude to billy and billy to be s t u n n e d

[retrodreamgirl]

lacking qualifications | steve harrington x reader

summary: steve notices you're having an off day so what better remedy than dinner and a brooding? fluff, sort of hurt/comfort ig, pretty sure its gn!reader but lmk if i missed something [856]

just a mediocre drabble bc im nothing if not mediocre 🤍

⤜♡→

There was nothing inherently wrong with the way you’ve been a little clumsier than usual today. In fact, Steve found it quite comical when you bumped into the cardboard cutout near the door then turned and apologized, abashed to find an object non sentient and therefore not at all sympathetic to your sudden display.

But it struck Steve as a little odd when you admitted that you were the one who ruined the display near the window and not him. 

He hadn’t remembered doing it, but when Keith was giving him a good scolding on his lackluster performance he took it in stride because he didn’t particularly care. 

He was always messing up the displays, not on purpose but he was, so why wouldn’t he have done it this time? It’s not like Keith had the gull to actually fire him, especially when no one else is willing to work such ridiculous hours when no customers actually come in unless it's the weekend.

He did care when you stepped forward sheepishly and interrupted Keith mid threat with a mild: “I’m the one who messed up the display, Keith, not Steve.” 

He was further perturbed by the way you curled in on yourself even when Keith asked nicely if you would fix it, like you wanted him to maim you the way he’d been doing to Steve. He watched you scuttle over to the display and carefully correct it, stepping back to scrutinize your work, nearly knocking into the nearby cart of rentals he’d been in the middle of reshelving. 

“Are you okay?” He’s careful to make himself known, carving his shoulder on the shelf of horror tapes rapidly dwindling. The way you nod is in false confidence, but far be it from him to force the unbridled version when he remains of stoic disposition at the worst of times. “You seem a little down.” 

“I’m fine. I’m really sorry Keith got upset with you, I should’ve been paying more attention.” He can tell you really mean it by the way you grab at his wrist, smoothing the skin beneath the leather band of his watch like he’s been burned. “Don’t you think it’s a little silly to be advertising The Brood?” 

“I’ve never even heard of it.” 

“Oh.” You say it remorseful, as if there’s meant to be some inside joke and Steve failed to catch on. “It really has become very niche I guess. But you have to have heard of it, don’t you watch movies at all?” 

“Of course I do—”

“Anything without Tom Cruise or John Hughs attached to the credits?” He reddens, grabbing up one of the tapes and avoiding you altogether. “There’s nothing wrong with those, but—well what did you say when Keith asked your favorite movie?”

Steve scratches at the base of his skull, squints his eyes, then turns the tape toward you and says mildly, “I was actually gonna ask if you’d watch it with me.” 

“You were not.” 

“I was! I mean, it’s the least you can do for almost getting me fired.” He can see you calculating, deciding whether another apology is necessary to proceed, so he smiles a subtle little thing to reassure you. “On second thought, let's make a whole evening of it! Pizza, candy, the works.” 

“Don’t you think that’s a little…nice?” 

“What does that even mean?” 

“I don’t know, forget it.” It’s clunky when you backtrack, shifting on your feet and nearly knocking the display over a second time. “You know, I don’t think Robin would appreciate you inviting me to crash your movie night.” 

“I think she’d actually prefer it. She says often enough that she’s sick of me.” 

“She doesn’t mean it.” You squeeze past him, taking over the remainder of the rental cart. He trails behind you, wielding his above average height with a graceful mercy when he’s reached the peak of amusement watching you attempt to push up to your toes to replace a copy of 42nd Street. “You know everyone loves you.” 

“Everyone?” He grabs the opposite end of the cart to halt its progress when you begin pulling it further down the aisle. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly humble?” 

“Not lately.” 

“Good, I’d hate to be the bearer of bad news.” You grin, sobering rather quickly when Steve shoves the cart out of the way. 

“I like when you smile.” He mutters, carving your jaw with the flat of his thumb. He realizes then that he’d been missing it all day. 

“Oh…thanks.” It’s forceful, but you’re trying so he doesn’t attempt to pull it out of you any further. “We should probably finish this before Keith throws another fit.” 

“Fine. But just know if you’re not at my place by six o’clock I’ll be at your front door.” 

“Steve—”

“I mean it! You made this whole big display about this dumb movie, the least you could do is watch it.” It flashes again, this time a tad more crooked and untamed. Steve knows he’s got you when you just tilt your head, legs shifting quicker than before like it’ll make six come any faster.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x t/n #steve harrington scenario #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic

[demigoddessqueens]

I just saw the trailer, and I’m going absolutely feral about it!!! (But if anything happens to Steve or Robin??? That’s it!! I quit 😭🤞🥲😫👀🥺)

That being said, I’m going to enjoy these nice pics before next week 🥲🙃

#tvedit #netflix #stranger things #stranger things season four #stranger things s4 #stranger things x oc #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #joe keery #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #the arms!!! #the t shirt!!!

[nekoannie-chan]

Gran error

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora mutante y Vengadora.

Palabras: 1097 palabras.

Sinopsis: Steve se ha dado cuenta de que cometió un error, él regresará esperando que lo perdones.

Advertencias: Steve siendo estúpido, fix fic, angst.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para 1K Followers Writing Challenge con la frase angst #3:

"Así no es como la familia debería de sentirse."

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1951

 Steve vio el calendario, faltaban pocas semanas para su segundo aniversario de bodas con Peggy; sin embargo, una sensación extraña lo había invadido.

No había las risas ni la diversión, nada de lo que él había vivido contigo y los hijos de ambos.

Incluso comenzaba a notar los comportamientos extraños que Peggy tenía desde unas semanas atrás.

Vio la foto de ti, Sarah, James y él, la foto era de cuando Sarah acababa de nacer, comenzaba a extrañarlos

Lo que había dejado atrás, en el futuro, quizás… tal vez… tomó la decisión incorrecta.

“Así no es como la familia debería de sentirse like,” fue lo que Steve pensó.

También tenía miedo, si regresaba… si se quedaba… no, debía de regresar, cometió un error… ¿Lo perdonarías?

Ahora su temor era perder lo que había tenido si es que no lo había perdido ya, si era así, esperaba de alguna forma poder recuperarlos.

2023

 Los últimos días habían sido complicados, unas horas antes de que Steve se fuera habían discutido, afortunadamente los niños no escucharon nada. Sobreponerte al dolor que sentías era difícil, pero te obligabas a hacerlo porque lo que más te importaba eran tus hijos.

Para mantenerlos distraídos, decidiste hacer panqueques para el desayuno.

—Mami, ¿papá va a tardar mucho en regresar? —James te preguntó mientras le ponía más crema batida a su panqueque.

—Papá está en una misión, ya sabes cómo es esto, no sé cuándo va a regresar —le contestaste quitándole el bote de crema batida, sabías que tu hijo era capaz de vaciar todo el bote en un solo panqueque. «O si va a regresar alguna vez», pensaste.

—Fresas papi —Sarah dijo.

—¿Qué? —volteaste confundida a ver a la niña.

—Sarah pregunta si papá va a traer fresas cuando vuelva de la misión —su hermano explicó.

—Pues… no lo sé, mejor apúrense a comer su desayuno, o llegaremos tarde —dijiste terminando la plática.

No te habías atrevido a decirle a tus hijos que tal vez su padre nunca más volvería, que prefería no estar con su familia.

Tenías la esperanza de que quizás Sarah al ser tan pequeña no iba a recordarlo, aunque el único problema sería en unos años cuando James siguiera cuestionando acerca de Steve.

Lo que más te dolía y preocupaba era como tomarían la noticia cuando fueran más grandes y se enteraran lo que había pasado en realidad.

Sarah tenía cuatro años, mientras que James tenía seis, ¿cuánto tiempo pasaría hasta que descubrieran la verdad?

1951

 Steve se había dado cuenta del grave error que cometió, debía de regresar, vio la cápsula con las partículas Pym, las usaría para regresar, haría lo que fuese necesario para conseguir que lo perdonaran.

No se llevaría nada como recuerdo de su regreso. Volvería a empezar de nuevo, pero con su familia de verdad.

“Así no es como la familia debería de sentirse like” fue lo último que Steve le dijo a Peggy antes de irse.

2023

 Finalmente habían derrotado a Thanos, parecía que había funcionado, pero no estaban seguros de las consecuencias que lo hecho podría tener.

—Tenemos que irnos a casa… Si Sarah o James…

—Steve, estoy segura de que están bien, pero primero te tienen que curar esas heridas, no querrás que te vean así, se van a asustar. También tenemos que limpiarnos, nos vemos terriblemente mal.

Ahora fue Steve quien prácticamente entró corriendo a la casa. Los dos niños estaban jugando pacíficamente, ajenos a lo que ocurrió unas horas antes.

Le agradeciste a Clarice que se hubiera escondido cuando todo regresó a la normalidad, ella tampoco quería espantar a los niños, al darse cuenta del tiempo que había pasado, creía que tal vez James no la recordaría, aunque tampoco conocía a la otra niña.

2018

 Viste a Steve, no podías entender lo que acababa de ocurrir ante tus ojos, pero de inmediato el terror te invadió, Clarice se había quedado cuidando a tu hijo y la idea de que le hubiera pasado lo mismo…

Viste a Steve, él también estaba asustado. Si algo le había pasado a tu pequeño James… si él había sufrido las consecuencias, no podrías soportarlo.

Abriste de golpe la casa, lo único que te importaba…

Contuviste la respiración cuando en el piso viste el polvo, te acercaste con cuidado… era Clarice quien había desaparecido, James seguía dormido.

A los pocos segundos se despertó, lo abrazaste tan fuerte como pudiste, necesitabas confirmar que tu hijo seguía ahí.

2023

 Habías terminado de leerles un cuento a tus hijos y arroparlos, ahora dormían profundamente, bajaste a la sala, esa tarde Bucky fue a visitarlos para decirte que el resto del equipo quería hablar contigo al día siguiente, sabías de qué se trataba, más bien sobre quien hablarían.

Alrededor de las diez de la noche el timbre sonó, te pareció extraño, abriste la puerta y tu rabia incrementó al ver quien era.

—¿Qué haces aquí? —espetaste, molesta.

—¿Puedo pasar? —Steve preguntó, alcanzabas a ver la bolsa con regalos que él intentaba esconder.

—No —respondiste tajantemente e intentaste cerrar la puerta, pero él la detuvo.

—T/N, por favor, tenemos que hablar, he cometido un terrible error, necesito que me perdones, no tienes ni idea de cuanto me arrepiento, haré cualquier cosa para ganarme tu perdón.

Cuando te diste cuenta, él estaba de rodillas sin dejar de pedir que lo perdonaras y lo arrepentido que estaba a la vez que abrazaba tus piernas.

Parecía honesto, acariciaste su mejilla, tal vez deberías de darle una oportunidad, podías notar que su arrepentimiento era real. Dejaste que pasara, no sin antes exigirle que te dijera todo lo que había pasado.

—No puedes pasar esta noche aquí, los niños harían muchas preguntas y se enfadarían porque no los desperté cuando llegaste —hablaste cuando él terminó de explicarte.

—¿Me perdonas? —él repitió de nuevo, asentiste—. Entiendo, está bien, necesitas tiempo, lo entiendo, haré cualquier cosa que sea necesaria, solo quiero que volvamos a ser la familia feliz que siempre hemos sido.

—Yo… yo les dije que estabas en una misión y no sabía cuando volverías, no me atreví a decirles la verdad, Steve —contestaste.

—Puedo regresar mañana en la mañana y les diré que estaba en una misión en la luna.

—Fresas —dijiste de pronto.

—¿Disculpa?

—Sarah preguntó si traerías fresas cuando volvieras, así que tráelas mañana —pediste.

—¿Hay fresas en la luna? —Steve preguntó confundido.

—No, pero ella cree que sí, entonces tráelas, ni siquiera se darán cuenta de lo que pasó.

Él asintió, no solo llevaría fresas, llevaría más cosas, lo que fuera necesario para compensar su error.

#tajas1kfollowerswritingchallenge #steve rogers x lectora #steve rogers x t/n #steve rogers x ti #steve rogers fanfic #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fic #fix it fic

[stevebabey]

another one! 📽 📽

imagine it’s summer and it’s hot and the sun is so toasty on your skin and steve feels restless and spontaneous so he suggests you go on a drive so you pack some driving snacks and hit the road. it somehow ends with you and steve at lovers lake (or a less traumatic lake for him poor lad lol) and y’all go for a dip, in your underwear or maybe, ya know, a lil skinny dipping shenanigans are in your future 😉 *in the summertime by mungo jerry plays*

okay ily ruby have fun and again congrats girl!!! xoxo

mmmmm we all deserve summertime steve for fuckin real obsessed with the vibes you have created in the studio today maddie ur brain so delicio 🌊 yet again, i cannot shut up for the life of me <3 i want to go swchimming w him so bad fr he’s such a summer bf

it’ll have been one of those sweltering nights where even the sheets feel too much and come morning, not one ounce of you wants to stay in bed and cuddle like you normally do because it’s stinkin’ hot and you’re fairly certain steve is already sweating lightly just pressed next to you— you tell him as much when he tries to sleepily cuddle you in closer, giving him a pout and a “s’too warm, stevie :(“ and steve can’t even disagree, he’s burning up in the heat of the sun through your windows - but there’s also a glimpse of blue blue sky stretching out endlessly, which means opportunity !

so he flops back, relents the space and stares at the ceiling while u stare at him, just observing him lovingly, counting every mole <3 he takes a minute of quiet contemplation, during which your back manages to get completely heated, pressed against the mattress, and you’re bout to complain bout it again when he blows a raspberry and turns his head to face you. “d’ya wanna go for a drive? :) nd maybe a swim?” and god, if that doesn’t sound like heaven- you’re nodding along before you even open your mouth but also, u gotta check in with him “you sure ya wanna swim, stevie?” and his eyes search your face for a moment, thinking about it properly, before he nods, a grateful smile pulling at his lips, “yeah, honey, we’ll drive outta hawkins to find a good spot- sound okay?”

overtop your swimsuit, you pick a nice pair of daisy-dukes that definitely catch steve’s eye for an extra second and you grin, having to shoo him into getting ready— and you meet him down in his car, rolling the windows down to combat the sun that’s letting out blistering hot heatwaves, making u long for a popsicle or anything icy really. steve’s out a couple minutes later, two towels over his shoulders and a— you sit up a bit straighter, spotting the picnic basket in his hands!!! he calls forward as he opens the trunk to put stuff in, “i thought we could have some snacks! make a lil picnic date of it!” and you chest bursts with warmth and love for him and you literally can’t say anything except, “you’re sorta incredible, steve harrington” and it’s just the thing to say to get that flushed colour on his cheeks that has nothing to do with the heat and all to do with what you do to him.

driving along, you desperately wish you had a camera if only to capture the image of steve beside you, windows down, the breeze ruffling his hair and the collar of his shirt which is unbuttoned dangerously low. you can see the thatch of chest hair against his tan chest, his collarbones that are honestly begging for a lovebite or maybe ten, those classic cool glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. you’re fairly certain you could look at him like this for hours- and he seems to return the sentiment fully, spending the drive torn between glancing at you in the passenger seat — one hand curled over your thigh, fingers drumming, and a happy grin on his face — and his eyes on the open road that takes you out of hawkins. the warm wind whips in through the windows and blankets you both in the glow of summer :)

steve ends up finding a nice swimming hole, 20 minutes out of hawkins, that’s part of one big river winding through the countryside. it’s busy, people swarming around the water like ants to honey, but that’s to be expected in the the heat of summer. you nd steve both instinctively steer clear of the crowd, wandering further up stream to see if you can find a sweet lil bay for just the two of you— and you manage to find another sweet lil spot that’s empty besides from you two and steve declares himself king of the beach, planting the picnic basket like a flag.

the heat is infinitely worse out of the car, without any wind to cool you off, and the trickling sounds of the river might be your greatest temptation, besides your boyfriend who’s wasted no time in tugging his shirt up and over his head. the sight of him in just those small swimming shorts, tan hairy thighs on display, might just rival the river for your attention. the water in the river moves about sluggishly, swirling around itself in a syrupy motion, and you know it’s about to be the best cool off of your life- you follow steve’s motions and shed off your shorts and shirt in record speed

steve’s already waiting for you in the shallows, water sloshing around his ankles noisily, and looking back at you he can’t resist the urge to let a little whistle when you drop your shorts — it earns him an endeared eye-roll that only makes his grin a little wider, his hand planting on his hips, “just enjoying the view, don’t mind me” so you take that as your cue to take off, feet splashing in the shallow water and you’re diving in without a moments hesitation— it’s freezing and the sensation of it zings every nerve til you’re unable to do anything but grin and curse when you come up because fuck, it’s cold. it’s fantastically cold.

steve’s still waiting in the shallows, that familiar smitten expression on his face as he watches you gasp at the temperature change and push back your soaked hair from your face, spin to look for him and grin wider when he comes into view. you paddle back in his direction, shaking off the droplets that collect at your chin. your feet find the bottom of the riverbed and you stand, against the push of the river, and hold out your hands for him, trying to coax him in to join you in the deeper parts of the river. because you know, it’s always a bit hard after everything, entering water again — you can still see the twisted up skin that stretches up his sides, faded with time, but a memory etched into his skin all the same.

steve takes a step out towards you, then another, then pauses and his eyes scour the water all around you— his expression already falling away to concern. you can sense his mothering sense rising up and try to quell it before he can voice any anxieties, “eyes on me, stevie” you say, with a wry grin and make grabby hands at him, encouraging him more- you can see the quick inhale he does before he pushes forward, eyes focused on you, your loving grin, your inviting hands, and he doesn’t stop til he can grab them with his own. you’re pushing off the riverbed instantly, legs up and around his waist and shifting so your hands circle around his neck, sweet murmurs about how you’re proud of him til steve is warm enough in the face that he simply has to dunk to both of you, his mischievous grin giving you warning just a second too late

you’re gasping, coughing just a bit when he pulls you both back up and you smack him in the chest— “you bastard! you- i can’t believe you—“ and when he sinks his knees a little deeper, you change your tone quick, clambering closer to him, “don’t you dare, steve, i swear, if you want remain in a loving relationship you will—” “gimme a kiss,” he interrupts and your head snaps from watching the cool water swirl around you to his face and he’s grinning, completely serious, his hands on your waist pulling you closer til he’s nosing along the damp plane of your neck, mumbling into it “kiss or get dunked. that’s the deal, sweetheart,” and then he presses a hot kiss under your jaw and pulls back to wait for you to make a decision. you sigh real heavy like it’s a chore, hanging your head back as you pretend to think about it with a loud “hmmmm” til you’re about sure he’s gonna dunk you again. your thighs tighten and you pull yourself up with your grip around his neck and give him exactly what he asked for :) then u guys eat ur picnic and it’s the perfect lil summertime date :) this is too long my god

#u said make this fluffy #i said what if this is about steve not liking swimming anymore #but you convincing him #I W A N T him bro #summertime steve always gets me #he's the bf that just loves to use the easy gravity in water to always hold you #its piggybacks all the time #its carrying u bridal style always #if u go swimming with the gang dustin YELLS at the two of you to stop being mushy constantly #sorry ran outta ideas for picnic #its there <3 its got lil sandwiches w the crusts (poorly) cut off #plus one chocolate bar that melted immediately #ok im done now #hope this itches the scratch u wanted maddie <3 #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington drabble #stevie drabbles! #uhhhh no more tags #this is sorta just for maddie if anyone else enjoys it WAHOO

[upsidedownwithsteve]

#steve harrington #t minus 5 days #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut #stranger things fic #steve harrington fluff

[littlest-dark-age]

If I were to write a few things, is there anything you guys would want? Also thinking about starting to write for cod !

#bat talk #harry potter x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #marvel x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things x y/n #cod mwii #honestly i dont know but i want to write again so fucking bad!!!! #i just dont know w h a t to write!!!

[valsyngur]

Steve: Wow, look at the stars. They're so beautiful. Nancy: Yeah they are. Steve: You know who’s even more beautiful? Nancy: [blushing] Who? Steve: Billy.

#harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #pls this is N O T supposed to be a nancy slander #I just thought this was funny

[inklore]

someone stop me from writing a roommate!steve rogers fic inspired by lavender haze 🫣

#literally have thought of this idea for a year now but hearing the new t album has me thinking ok #plus he’s possibly a cam!boy…..and a soft dom?? #please if i don’t write this i’m going put myself in my own grace #grave** #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n

[yourgirlsfriday]

@mxrvelouscreations​ said :  ❝ maybe we met at the wrong time. maybe this is the time we’re supposed to be together. ❞

"No," Steve shakes his head, arms crossing over his chest.

 "We met when we were meant to, because our friendship is what made us, us. As people, I mean. As for being together now - yeah, I can agree with that. A more tolerant and accepting time... We were meant to be here, too, Buck."

#c. Steven Cian #i. steve x bucky #( americascaptainrogers | a n s w e r e d ) #( mail | a n s w e r e d ) #( forget everything you t h i n k you know | wildcard verse ) #mxrvelouscreations

[californiaboytoybilly]

HoHoHoe Week Day One: Childhood Bedroom

Pairing: Harringrove (Steve x Billy) CW: Domestic bickering, oral sex, biting. WC: 1.4K AO3: Link "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" 

Steve groaned miserably, dropping his head into his palms for a moment as he sucked in a deep breath. 

Billy let out an absolute cackle of delight, looking around at Steve's childhood bedroom. Steve immediately regretted agreeing when his mother told him to bring Billy home for Christmas. 

The blond was still in awe, muttering something about the wallpaper with a smirk twitching up the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, we only have an hour until they get home…" Steve tried to distract him, dropping their bags on the floor next to the desk and then pushing the door closed. "Gotta make use of the time before we're stuck down the hall from my parents for five days, and we have to behave."

Billy hummed noncommittally from the middle of the room, "I think the wallpaper permanently killed my dick, actually. Rest in peace, big guy." 

Steve absolutely rolled his eyes at that, hard enough he could almost hear his grandmother lecture him about his face getting stuck.

At some point, he'd made his way behind Billy, who made a rumbling noise low in his throat and tilted his head to grant access as Steve's lips trailed over where his pulse beat steady and strong in his throat. "Bet I can revive it." He teased, huffing out a laugh. 

"Might need a blindfold," Billy still managed to bite back even as his breath came out a little shakier, Steve pushing him towards the bed. The brunette grinned, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin in reply. 

"I don't think I will." 

Billy grunted as he was unceremoniously pushed onto the bed, curls flying around his head as the springs squeaked loudly in protest. Before he could bitch about being manhandled, Steve blanketed his body with his own and pressed their lips together. 

Still, his boyfriend nipped his lip sharply in rebuke, getting his little payback in any way he could. Steve mumbled the word 'asshole' against his lips in return, his muffled tone still drowning with affection. 

Despite his earlier protests about the continued liveliness of his dick, it took Billy little time to wiggle out of his jeans and kick them to the floor as Steve lavished him with slow, lazy kisses and fleeting touches. The blond man was never exceptionally patient, which didn't change in bed. It made teasing him infinitely more fun, though. 

"I'm going to keep picking apart your room until you give me something else to think about." Billy threatened, a little too worked up to really sound remotely intimidating. Steve didn't hurry his pace too much, bunching the red cotton shirt the man wore up around his ribs as he started to trail his mouth a little lower. 

But Billy wasn't one to make empty threats. 

"So… how many of Hawkins' future simpering housewives lost their virginity in this plaid hellscape? What a memory that must b- ouch!" 

Steve, having had enough of his commentary, had sunk his teeth into the skin covering the younger man's hip bone and was almost positive he heard Billy sulkily call him a bastard through a sharp intake of breath in response, but hey- it had the desired effect. A distinct lack of taunting filled the room now. 

He didn't give him too long to pout, though, thumbs hooking in the waistband of his underwear and tugging them down. Billy's neck was cast into sharp relief as he leaned his head back, throat bobbing once as Steve leaned down to brush a kiss over the spot he'd previously bitten. 

Almost an apology, even if he didn't feel so bad. 

Thick fingers slid into his hair, pushing him down further towards where Billy pressed hot, heavy and flushed against his navel in a way that made Steve nearly bite through the tip of his tongue, snickering. "God, you'd think you didn't initiate this for how long you've taken without actually doing anything." Billy snipped, a hint of a whine at the end of his sentence. Steve smiled again.

God, he loved this man, impatience and all. 

Finally, having finished drawing it out, Steve gave his boyfriend a little warning before leaning in, flattening his tongue and dragging it up the underside of solid velvet skin until he reached the tip and parted his lips in one smooth movement.

When he'd first gotten together with Billy, Steve had struggled to take even half of him. Billy was the first and only man he'd ever been with- and if he had his way, it'd stay that way. He'd been a mess every time back then, jaw aching from the foreign stretch, eyes watering, and drool coating his chin. 

It was only with a little hint of smugness that he now took him nearly in full in one go, breathing out through his nose and pushing past the spasm of his throat until he felt his shoulders relax. 

"Fuck-" Billy's voice cracked on the exclamation, fingers tightening in his hair almost painfully. Little shocks danced across Steve's scalp, dragging a muffled moan out of him as his hips rutted down against the mattress for friction. Billy made a pleased sound. 

They knew each other's weak spots well, but the familiarity never got boring like he'd always heard other guys complain about. Steve certainly didn't miss the days of his love life being one date, sex, rinse and repeat. 

Steve had once read about treating your lover's body like a well-practiced instrument. At the time, he remembered rolling his eyes as he read it to Robin off the glossy magazine page, only for her to admit she thought that sounded romantic. 

He'd cracked some joke about band kids that had caught him a freckled knee to the ribs at the time, but reflecting back on it years later, he understood the romance in it that he'd missed then. 

Billy's taste, his musky natural scent and a hint of cologne, the little rolls of his hips that he tried so hard to control but never could. Steve could pick up the difference in every sigh, every flex of his muscles, every twitch of his mouth. 

Hazel eyes turned upwards as he hollowed his cheeks, desperate to watch Billy slowly crumble apart at the seams. It was his favourite sight, watching the man who'd perfected wall building before he was in middle school let go, allowing Steve to pull him apart. 

Please make no mistake; he did allow it. Steve had tried to break through that wall on days when Billy couldn't bring himself to let it fall even though he wanted to, and that had been an impossible task. 

Not today, though. Billy's hair-dusted thighs were pliant on either side of his head, core relaxed and moans unrestrained. It was beautiful. 

He was beautiful. 

Steve could feel a heady heat crawling through his veins, skin sparking and abdomen tightening in a way that told him there would be no need for reciprocation after he finished the blond. He'd always loved giving more than receiving, no matter how good both felt. 

Snaking his hand between his body and the bed, he let the other slide down to possessively grip Billy's leg as he really started to put his all into getting them both off. As much as he liked working him up, they were on a bit of a time limit, and he knew better than to think Billy could be quiet if they pushed this too long. 

As highlighted by the sharp groan of his name that followed as Steve pulled off with a filthy sound, tongue licking up the trail of saliva and precome as he made his way a little lower. 

"Please-" Billy slurred, about to protest the loss of wet warmth when Steve curled his tongue around the other man's balls, rolling them lazily and drawing them into his mouth. Billy's back arched, thighs tensing and abdomen quivering. "Shit!" 

There it was. 

Steve would've grinned if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, humming as he let go of Billy's leg to start stroking him, quick and messy, perfectly timed with the pace he was working himself to the edge. 

It didn't take long. 

Barely thirty more seconds passed before Billy's pleading and praises reached a crescendo, voice cracking through every syllable. Steve let Billy's balls fall from his mouth and moved fast, continuing the slick movements of his hand as he opened his mouth and looked up at Billy through his lashes. 

Billy came with a mangled sound, ocean blue eyes locked on Steve's flushed face as he was turned into a portrait of debauchery. Billy gasped, muttering a curse under his breath at the sight he made. As he reached down to swipe a little of his mess off of Steve's upper lip, he felt his tired dick throb painfully as Steve pulled the digit into his mouth and sucked it clean. 

Before the blond could even form a single sentence after having his brain scrambled, Steve's blissed-out expression shifted into a smug grin. 

"That's why those girls didn't give a shit about the room." He purred. But he must've looked too victorious for Billy's sake because then-

"Oh, you suck on their balls too?" This was going to be an incredibly long week.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #🌌 — w r i t i n g #billy x steve #steve x billy #hohohoe23 #nsft #harringrove fic #harringrove smut

[voidpacifist]

SOMEONES MAKING FANART FOR STICKY NOTES OH WOW OH FUCK WHAT IF I CRIED /pos

#sticky notes au #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #no but seriously i am: on the floor screamingand crying and melting #i saw it just this morning and knew id have to share it with yall on tumblr since youre the ogs #like t h a n k you so much what the fuck???

[koushirouizumi]

{D I G I M O N} ~ K I Z U N A x + T H E . B E G I N N I N G + S T E V E {J e w i s h A m e r i c a n C h o s e n} x K O U S H I R O {KouSteve} / {SteveKou} / {KouSteveKou}

Edit by @izzyizumi / koushirouizumi

{DO NOT R E P O S T} {DO NOT R E P R O D U C E My E d i t s Under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES}

For A u t i s m Aware-ness Month {Apr} {A u t i s t i c!Koushiro H e a d-canon} + J e w i s h A m e r i c a n H e r i t a g e Month {May}

-A.U. where Koushiro and Steve have notably more {visible to Viewer} one-on-one interaction between "Our War Game" (and most {eventual} Inter-national Chosen discovering the Network and Koushiro's involvements in helping to observe it + keep the Inter-national Chosen connected) and "The Beginning";

-In "The Beginning", as the U.S. Chosen are gathered, while it's not outright stated, it's not unreasonable to assume they were keeping an eye on Network updates made by Miyako earlier on to the Network, also often related via Koushiro, {+related by 02 Chosen}. (The pattern likely goes Koushiro -> Miyako + 02 Chosen {+Iori}; then, 02 Chosen -> back to Koushiro when involving 02 team's extended efforts, who helps analyze any info they send, then shares it + any theorizing to the Network)

-In this A.U., Steve, who as a Jew doesn't particularly 'enjoy' being kept in the 'dark' about Whats Happening to the Self when it's impacting Steve's {r e l i g i o u s} life, ends up reaching out to Koushiro earlier on to try and get to know the Chosen in Odaiba better, and also show solidarity with Koushiro's group. In the end, it's likely because of Koushiro's extended earlier efforts, as well as getting to know the U.S. Chosen better in Steve's own time, that Steve succeeds in remaining semi-active as a main member of the U . S. Chosen, and semi-active in acting as support that can easily be called upon, like most Inter-national Chosen.

-Koushiro and Steve in this A.U. share a friendship and communication style that TRANSCENDS what most may think of as "friendship" or "good" styles of ""communication"" - both know (Steve especially also knowing thanks to own culture) that no matter how far apart they are, they can always rely on each other to be there when needed (or wanted), even if it's difficult to "physically" meet up in off-line life.

-As stated in this scene, Steve wasn't necessarily first 'Chosen' in '91, or at least not 'exactly' in the same timeframe as Michael. (I also head-canon Steve being some months older than Michael, who I consider to be around the same age/J.P.N school year as Koushiro and Mimi, so Steve would possibly be on the older end of year, for the most part, if not born the same year/timeframe as Taichi.)

#steve and frigimon #kousteve #stevekou #koustevekou #steve x koushiro #koushiro x steve #koushiroxsteve #stevexkoushiro #kizuna spoilers #the beginning spoiler #thebeginningspoiler #the beginning spoilers #thebeginningspoilers #(Speaking of Which) #(I was meaning to eventually Try This) #(I might take time later to adjust framing and add some effect) #(But I was so excited SEEING Frigimon in that shot I was like) #('fINALLY I CAN ACTUALLY MAKE A STEVEKOU THING') #(I am forced to use Kizuna Koushiro for ReasoningsTM bUT YEAH IF WE EVER GET ..... MORE..... T H I N G S LATER...) #({NEW PROFILE OR CONCEPT ART WOULD BE N I C E}) #(In the past I mainly H.C.d Steve as keeping more up to date with what was going on with Advs Chosen in general as said here) #(BUT WHOA DID THIS H.C. KIND OF GET ME TOO SINCE I GREW OLDER----) #(OK Again I am ONLY sharing this single cap for now BECAUSE This Got SharedTM {THATS WHY NO RB}) #(I was saving this genuinely for 'The Beginning' +M A Y release date but by this point im saying 'f*ck it' and posting it incomplete) #(I will likely fix it with H.Q. version later upon Then but For Now) #(I was really genuinely excited to try the framing and see how itd line up) #(but I want to try & zoom in on Koushiro bit more too I just want their hands to almost line up in 'almost touching' {across screens} style #childhood fav rare friendship dynamics that somehow spiralled into an unrequited love ship on steves part go figure me #(but I actually had Koushiro + Network involved headcanons literally ever since COFTFF days + of my 02 shrine) #(I had super wanted to expand upon them BACK THEN too and never got chance BECAUSE OF WEB PURGES)

[srgntjamesbuckybarnes]

Past, Present, ...

Summary: After sleeping with Bucky after months of comforting him during his nightmares, Y/N returns from a three-week mission to find out she's been replaced.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Near death, Implying attempted suicide (it's not)

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: Not Beta'd. Dusting this off from the drafts. I wrote this while sleep deprived. Not sure how we got here but the original ending wasn't a happy one. Enjoy whatever this is instead.

How much space is too much?

According to James Bucky Barnes, three weeks isn't enough.

Three weeks on an assignment was enough for Y/N to become homesick. She understood she would have to pause her life to save the world, but what no one informed her was that the rest of the world would continue to play.

“Y/L/N?” A familiar voice shouted.

Adjusting the strap of her duffle bag on her shoulder, Y/N turned her head to find her co-worker jogging towards her. Slanting her eyes, Y/N raised her palm to block out the sun.

“Wilson,” she addressed the man when he was near.

Bent over with his hands on his knees, Sam panted. His sweatshirt stretched across his back making the dark patch of sweat more prominent. Squinting up at Y/N, Sam breathed, “Did you just get back?”

Y/N bobbed her head, adjusting the strap on her shoulder once more for emphasis rather than comfort. She did not need to ask to know Sam just returned from his run. He usually ran with Steve and Bucky, but they always finished well before Sam. It wasn’t uncommon for him to return hours after the super-soldiers.

Pushing off his knees, Sam stood, tilting his head toward one of the many entrances in Avengers Tower. He knew better than to offer to carry her duffle bag. The weight of missions was often packed in the bags they returned with.

Y/N and Sam strolled side by side. Sam only paused to open the door for Y/N. Trekking into the tower, he could finally relax his eyes from the intense sun. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

“I thought you were already back,” Sam admitted, watching the light above the elevator doors.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. Her mission was supposed to be longer. If anything, he should have anticipated her return later. Facing the man beside her, she asked, “Why?”

Ding.

Scrambling into the elevator, Sam leaned against the wall across from Y/N. She reflected his behavior, leaning against the wall behind her.

Once the elevator started moving, Sam confessed, “Bucky skipped his run today. I thought I saw you with him before I left. Guess I was wrong.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip, reopening a recently closed wound. She released her lip long enough to confirm what Sam already knew. “You were wrong.” Ignoring the coppery taste flooding her tongue, she drew her bottom lip between her teeth again.

She hadn’t seen her teammates in three weeks. She hadn’t seen Bucky longer. She assumed they were doing great, but Bucky didn't share her thoughts. He denied it, yet he went out of his way to avoid her since their last mission together, since they slept together. How one could be sweet in one moment and cold in another, Y/N would never understand.

Y/N and Bucky started off rocky. He hated her from the moment they met. Bucky was struggling in the field, so Steve asked her to keep an eye on him. Bucky rejected her the second Steve introduced them. He saw through Steve’s plan and stomped his feet like a child. Rather than confirm Bucky’s insinuation, Steve vouched that she deserved to be on the team for her talents, not to babysit Bucky. He even suggested that Y/N and Bucky spar to prove it. Bucky loathed her then. She laid him out several times that day. It was the reason Steve sought her out in the first place. Bucky was a far more experienced fighter than Y/N. He should have won every fight. He lost them all.

Muffled voices were heard from the other side of the doors. Voices Y/N craved to hear since she departed for her mission. When the doors spread, Sam was the first to enter the room. “Hey guys,” he called out, extending his hands toward Y/N, “look who I found.”

Y/N tentatively stepped off the elevator, joining her friends in the living room. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen so many eyes on her. “I didn’t know there was a party,” she joked, waving.

Tony was the first to speak up, a glass of honey liquid in hand, “Glad, you're back. We were just getting to know Bucky’s girlfriend over here.” He lifted his glass.

Y/N’s eyes followed the direction of Tony’s glass. Her hand tautened around the strap of her duffle bag for support. Y/N hadn’t noticed the extra body in the room at first. The team always had someone over for business or pleasure; it didn’t matter. This time it did because staring back at her was Bucky’s guest, his girlfriend, undoubtedly here for pleasure.

The stunning woman beside Bucky introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Evangelina, but everyone calls me Lina.” Y/N could see the muscles in her uncovered arms tense. Even though she couldn’t see the hand attached to the arm from the other side of the bar, she knew Evangelina was holding Bucky’s flesh hand. “But Bucky calls me Angel,” she added, batting her eyelashes at Bucky.

The woman wasn't solely attractive; she also had a heavenly name. Y/N mentally gagged at the thought of hearing Bucky call his girlfriend Angel.

The coward refused to meet Y/N’s eyes. He took a lengthy drink from a glass matching Tony’s. Stark usually drank top-shelf liquor. Y/N might have been concerned under different circumstances, but she knew the liquor did not affect him, unlike herself.

“Y/N,” she weakly introduced herself, gnawing on her bottom lip again.

“We were just having drinks. Care to join us? There is plenty of alcohol. I can make you something,” Evangelina offered politely.

Y/N’s teeth clamped tight on her bottom lip. She spent three weeks wishing she could return to the tower, only to be treated like a guest, an outsider in her own home.

It was then that Bucky decided to face her, yet his eyes looked right through her. Y/N’s chest tightened. She didn’t know it was feasible to feel more alone in her home, surrounded by friends and a man she had been intimate with, than by herself in a foreign country. She wondered if he could see the hurt written on her face.

“I-I don’t-”

Bucky’s whiskey-strained voice interrupted, “No. No drinks.”

A gasp pulled Y/N's attention away from the couple. Cold, pale hands rested on her cheeks, rotating her head from side to side. “Y/N, you’re bleeding,” Natasha chastised.

Wrestling out of Natasha’s hold, Y/N utilized the back of her hand to wipe the blood from her lip. Staring at the crimson fluid coating her skin, Y/N jerked her head. “I can’t.” Blindly smashing the elevator button behind her, she whispered, “I have to…” her voice trailed off as she jabbed her thumb over her shoulder. Disregarding everyone’s silent questions, she bolted into the elevator, only letting her shoulders sag when the doors closed. The strap of her duffle bag slid from her shoulder landing with a thud. Gliding her back down the wall, Y/N cradled her knees and wept.

Every night before bed, Y/N prayed the sun would never rise because when day broke, Bucky vanished. Her dreams filled with memories of their last mission together. Reality was the price of admission for eight hours in heaven.

Y/N clenched her jaw at every public display of affection between the new couple. In the time she had known him, Bucky had never been touchy-feely in public. Now, he couldn’t appear to stop. Bucky only ever reached for Y/N after a nightmare or horrific mission. He reached for her at his lowest and she responded with open arms. He might have another woman occupying his bed, but he continued to fuck with her head.

The voice in her head wasn’t her own anymore. Every thought she had echoed back in his familiar deep timber. She couldn’t shake him. A twisted part of her brain wondered if he couldn’t shake her either.

Sam’s comment when she returned from her assignment should have been her first clue. He had mistaken Evangelina for her. Sam had been the first to mention the resemblance between the two, but it wasn’t the last time Y/N received those kinds of comments.

In the time that Y/N had gotten to know Evangelina, which wasn’t much, she concluded that she didn’t hate her. The two had more in common than she wanted to admit. Evangelina made it a point to befriend all of the Avengers; Y/N included. Y/N hated that she enjoyed her company. It was a tough pill to swallow at first, but she couldn’t hate the woman for her taste in men. Who didn’t find Bucky Barnes attractive?

Bucky had been more challenging to read. He didn’t prevent the women from becoming friends, but he didn’t encourage it either. He continued to keep his distance from Y/N, only interacting with her in group settings.

The Avengers were unaware of Bucky and Y/N’s history. Their relationship was exclusively behind closed doors. Y/N wondered if Evangelina would be her confidante if she knew Y/N had warmed his bed first. Maybe Bucky told her and that was why she pushed to be Y/N’s friend. Maybe that was the reason she asked to raid Y/N’s closet for her date with Bucky. Even though Y/N desperately wanted to slam the door in her face, Evangelina was innocent in the situation. So, she agreed.

“You have so many pretty dresses,” Evangelina said in awe. Her hand ran across each piece of fabric dangling in the wardrobe.

Y/N’s fingers plucked at a loose thread on her comforter. Although they were now friends, helping Bucky’s girlfriend pick out an outfit for their date was still awkward. At least it was on Y/N’s end. Evangelina was none the wiser.

“Perks of being an Avenger.”

“What’s it like being an Avenger? Bucky never talks about his work life. He’s always tense when he returns from a mission.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow even though the other woman couldn’t see her. Bucky was slow to open up, especially about his past as the Winter Soldier. Y/N wasn’t surprised he dodged the topic. Ever since Natasha leaked classified files, Bucky’s past became public knowledge. Bucky and Evangelina’s relationship progressed beyond what Y/N previously had with Bucky, at least on the surface. She didn’t know much about their life behind closed doors. Bucky never took Y/N on a date or made her his girlfriend, but he let her hold him in her arms at night and let her in after a difficult mission. Yet his girlfriend practically confessed she knew nothing about his troubles. That was what shocked Y/N.

“It’s…” she paused, attempting to find the right words to convey the difficulties of the job without disturbing her. “It’s like war. You save and lose people. It’s rewarding and sucks at the same time.”

Evangelina pivoted with a black cocktail dress in hand. “That sounds awful.”

Y/N shrugged. “People do it every day. Steve, Sam, and Bucky were all military men before this.” She waved her hands around the room.

Evangelina caught the shift in Y/N’s tone. It wasn’t something she wanted to talk about, a reaction Evangelina grew used to from her exchanges with Bucky. Altering the subject, Evangelina pressed the cocktail dress flush to her body. “What about this one?”

Y/N sucked in a deep breath. She wore the dress on her last mission with Bucky. Though he didn’t say it in public, his reaction when they returned to the safe house that night was enough to know Bucky admired the dress. With Evangelina’s similar figure, Y/N knew Bucky would equally appreciate it on her, especially since he wouldn’t get to rip it off of Y/N again.

She would have told Evangelina about the dress, but it was none of her business. The past was in the past. One Evangelina wasn’t a part of. If Bucky hadn’t told her about their past neither would she. Was it bad to send Evangelina on a date in the dress Bucky had fucked her in? Probably. Did she hope he would think about her the entire date? Absolutely.

Clearing her throat, Y/N plastered a phony smile on her face. “Good choice.” After the date, the dress would be tarnished, like rerecording over an old tape.

Y/N never considered herself a masochist, but she couldn’t escape the role of a domestic sinner. She couldn’t sabotage Evangelina’s relationship no matter how Bucky made her feel; however, she could ruin her own relationship. There was a time in her life when she thought Bucky was the one. Part of her still believed it. It was the part she had to sacrifice.

She told herself Bucky’s soft caresses and lingering stares meant nothing, that every promise spoken was a lie to satisfy the moment. Everything Y/N ever loved had been hard to part with, so she convinced herself Bucky never truly loved her. He couldn’t with how readily he replaced her. Could he? It didn’t matter because he chose Evangelina.

“Hey, Y/N,” Steve welcomed jovially.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as Steve’s voice carried down the hall. Who was he talking to? Rounding the corner just in time, she hadn’t missed the way Steve’s eyes enlarged at the sight of her.

“I didn’t realize,” Steve began, his eyes flashing between both women. “I thought you were Y/N.”

Evangelina chuckled, gliding her hands across her abdomen to smooth down the front of the dress. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Y/N was considerate enough to lend me her dress.” She turned to Y/N, who was still standing in the archway of the lobby. “Thanks again.”

Before Y/N could reply, a hand slinked around her waist, drawing her into a solid body. Startled, Y/N tensed.

“Hey, Ange-” Bucky’s tongue twisted as his eyes landed on Y/N. He was relieved he peeked at her face before he complimented her appearance. He dragged his arm back to his side in a flash. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

Y/N chewed her lip, taking a step back. Bucky was dressed from head to toe in black, matching Evangelina. Y/N wondered if they planned to dress for her funeral before or after they killed off any romantic feelings she had for Bucky.

“I did the same thing,” Steve laughed. Bucky glowered at him, forcing his hands into his pockets. Steve held his hands up, “I didn’t touch anyone though, that was all you.”

Bucky grumbled, crossing the lobby to plant a kiss on Evangelina’s forehead. His right hand rested on the small of her back. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered against her hairline.

Evangelina grinned, “You don’t look bad yourself.”

Y/N couldn’t argue with that.

The faint smile on Bucky’s lips disappeared as the hand on Evangelina’s back ran up her spine. The tips of his fingers halted over a loose thread beside the zipper. Anyone would have glossed over it, but not Bucky. Not when he was the one to patch the dress up and certainly not when he was the one to tear it in the first place. When his gaze collided with Y/N’s, she knew he recognized the dress. His eyes blatantly proceeded to check her out.

Y/N flushed as he studied her; however, the moment his eyes drifted to his best friend, Y/N’s blood ran cold. “Are you two,” he pointed between Y/N and Steve. His voice was unable to fully ask the question he wanted to.

Steve slung his arm over Y/N’s shoulder. It was meant to be a joke, but Y/N saw the blaze in Bucky’s eyes. She didn’t know if it was directed at Steve or herself.

“I wish,” Steve beamed down at her. “I have a conference with Fury in an hour. I was hoping to get there early.”

Y/N sent Steve a soft smile. Steve and Bucky were best friends. If anyone knew what transpired between the two on their last mission, it would be Steve. His reaction proved otherwise. She was confident Steve didn’t know about her past with Bucky or he wouldn’t have unknowingly taunted Bucky.

Evangelina ran her hand along Bucky’s back affectionately. “What about you, Y/N? That dress looks amazing on you. I’m almost jealous I didn’t borrow that one.”

Untangling herself from Steve’s hold, Y/N focused on responding to her new friend rather than Bucky. Puffing out her chest, Y/N said, “Thanks, Lina. I have a date.”

Evangelina grinned, “You should join us.” She directed her attention to Bucky, slapping the center of his chest. “They should join us.”

Y/N’s eyes bulged at the prospect of a double date with Bucky. Absolutely not.

“Could be fun,” Bucky added, but his voice lacked emotion.

She officially lost her mind. There was no way Bucky was actually on board with this idea. The man spent most of his time avoiding her. The second she attempts to move on, he tries to interfere. No. No. No.

Y/N shook her head, lying through her teeth, “It’s still new. I’m not ready to introduce him to anyone I know yet.”

Bucky’s eyes lingered on Y/N’s figure for a moment. “That’s not exactly a new relationship kind of dress.” His eyes narrowed in a challenge.

Y/N pursed her lips. “It is for the kind of relationship he and I have.”

Bucky and Y/N’s first assignment together was a disaster. Bucky wasn't prepared to return to the field, but he insisted he was fine. The mission was successful, but only after Bucky hesitated and Y/N was stabbed. The knife was meant for Bucky, and he took her sacrifice for his mistake poorly. They argued even while Y/N was getting stitched up. At the time, they couldn’t stand one another, but looking back on it, it was the tipping point from enemies to friends.

Tony pressured the two to get along for everyone's sake. He suggested going out for a drink and hashing it out. It was the typical outing for a man of Tony’s status with enemies. Bucky had been the first to yield, offering to buy Y/N a drink. As long as it meant they could move forward, he didn’t care. Y/N declined. Bucky scowled in frustration.

“I probably shouldn't tell you this, but ever since the whole enhanced superpower thing, alcohol is like poison to me.”

Bucky’s face softened. Alcohol had been an issue for him and Steve as well. He detested that he couldn’t get drunk, especially with the unwanted memories that plagued his head frequently. It paled in comparison to her side effects. At least he could still consume the liquid and pretend.

“How about dinner then?” Bucky proposed.

Y/N nodded. “Dinner would be great.”

After that, the pair functioned well together. At least until Y/N witnessed Bucky’s nightmares or when he pulled away from everyone after a challenging mission. That was when Y/N began comforting Bucky. While it wasn’t a problem before, it was now.

“Stop staring at me,” Bucky grumbled.

Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away from the super-soldier. It was their first mission together since he began dating Evangelina. The two of them were trapped in a safe house on the other side of the world. It wasn’t the first time they had stayed in this particular safe house. It was the exact safe house they inhabited on their last mission.

“You’re hurt,” Y/N observed. Bucky naturally had a sway in his gate. Today, it was heavier, as if he had been lugging extra weight around for hours.

“I’m fine,” Bucky rasped, keeping his back to Y/N. He kept his focus on igniting the fire in the fireplace before them.

Y/N frowned. “I don't mean physically.” Bucky remained silent. “Maybe you should call Evangelina,” she proposed. It was the practical thing to suggest, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on Bucky than she intended.

Bucky whirled around; the fire blazed behind him. “I said I’m fine,” he barked. His dark eyes pinned her to her spot on the worn couch.

Y/N chewed her bottom lip. If he was going to get angry with her for caring, then she’d get furious right back. “If you’re so fine, then why have you been avoiding me?”

Bucky grumbled something under his breath, running his hand through his hair. “I already told you, I haven’t-”

“Bullshit.” Y/N rose from her seat. “You fucked me after that HYDRA mission and discarded me like garbage,” she fumed. “I gave you space. I’m gone not even an entire month and suddenly you have a girlfriend. Fuck you, James.”

Bucky stormed the room until he was standing in front of her. His nostrils flared as he ran his tongue along his teeth before baring his teeth. Y/N tipped her head back, daring him to put his hands on her. Bucky studied her face momentarily, their faces hairsbreadths from one another as he hissed, “Fuck. You. Y/N.” From this distance, she could see the muscles in his face twist. She knew he was pissed. Bucky pulled away. “You think you know everything. You have no idea what it's like to have someone fuck with your head.”

Y/N shoved his chest hard. Bucky didn’t even flinch. “You! You’ve been driving me insane with your games!” Her hands moved to shove him again, but he caught both of her wrists.

“Don’t,” he growled.

Y/N ripped herself free from his hold. His grip wasn't tight enough to hurt, still she rubbed her wrist anyway, trying to rid her body of his touch.

“Go back to your boyfriend, Y/N,” he commanded.

Y/N squinted at the man in front of her. This version of him was a stranger. “I heard you,” she voiced softly. “That night,” she pointed to the bedroom down the hall, “when you thought I was asleep, you said you love me.”

If she wasn’t an Avenger, she wouldn’t have detected the way his eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Bucky no longer had to wear a mask from HYDRA, but it seemed everyone except Bucky got the memo. His voice matched the stone-cold expression he wore. “I lied.”

It was the lack of sympathy in his voice that slammed the casket closed. With two little words, Bucky Barnes had buried her in the same place he made love to her.

Bucky returned to the tower after dropping Evangelina off when he stumbled across Natasha with a glass of wine in hand. She was snuggled under a blanket on the couch, watching a true crime show. Since he was unsure where everyone else had gone, he settled on the spot beside Natasha.

“Long night?” Natasha questioned, side-eying the brunette.

Bucky moaned, running his hands down his face. “Long week.”

Natasha swirled her glass of wine. “There is still a bit of wine left. It won't get you drunk but it might help you relax.”

Bucky pursed his lips. “I don’t think that will help.”

Natasha shrugged. “There’s some liquor Y/N’s boyfriend left on the counter over there.” She pointed to the nearly empty bottle across the room. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind sharing.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, “He’s here?”

The red head nodded. “They just got back from dinner. She said they were going upstairs to watch a movie, but after the amount of alcohol they had, I’m sure they are doing more than that.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Bucky stiffened. “They were both drinking?”

“Yeah. The boyfriend came down a couple times to make mixed drinks. He offered me one the last time he was down here, but,” she raised her wine glass.

Before Natasha could continue, Bucky was out of the room, taking the stairs three at a time. He didn’t expect Natasha to understand. People didn’t go around broadcasting their weaknesses. Y/N told him hers, despite them not being friends. It wasn’t his position to share the information. He regretted it now.

Bucky pounded his fist on the wooden door of Y/N's bedroom with a force that made the hinges creak. “Y/N, you in there? Open up,” he pleaded, his voice laced with concern. When he tried the handle and found it locked, his heart sank. “Y/N,” his voice grew more desperate. He could hear shuffling on the other side of the door and leaned in, straining to hear anything that might give him an indication of what was transpiring inside. Despite his repeated requests, the door remained sealed shut, and Bucky's impatience and frustration mounted with each passing second. His voice grew louder, his fists clenched tightly, as he roared for Y/N to open the goddamn door. But there was no response. Finally, Bucky stepped back, his eyes flashing with rage, preparing to kick the door down.

The door opened the second Bucky lifted his boot. A man Bucky had never seen before pushed past him, flying down the hallway. “I didn’t do anything,” he cried as he stepped onto the elevator.

Whiplash hit Bucky hard. His head twisted between the man on the elevator and Y/N’s open bedroom door. The second he caught sight of the man's face, he filed it away preparing to deal with him later. Bucky ran into Y/N’s room. His heartbeat drummed loudly, drowning out the sound of the TV playing in the background. He called her name, but there was no response. He scanned the entire room, finding it empty. His boot kicked a glass, the brown liquid staining the carpet. With a lump in his throat, Bucky knocked on the bathroom door and waited for half a heartbeat before he jerked the door wide open.

There she was, sprawled out on the bathroom floor. Bucky crouched down beside her. His flesh hand shook her shoulder as he called her name. No response. He rolled her onto her back, his fingers searching for the pulse on her neck. Bucky almost missed the faint thrum of her pulse beneath his fingers. His own body was shaking. He called her name once again but was met with silence.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. send the medical unit to Y/N’s room,” his voice quivered as he addressed Tony’s artificial intelligence.

He stepped over her to turn the shower on. Leaving the sliding glass door open, he enveloped her torso in his arms, dragging her bodying into the shower. Crumbling to the floor behind her, he cradled her body under the spray of the cold water.

“Come on, Y/N. Wake up,” he pleaded. He tapped her face repeatedly. “Come on. Not like this,” his voice began shattering. Her head lulled into his chest. Bucky’s fist clenched, mindful not to crush her, as a loud sob tore through his chest. Bucky held her tighter than the clothes adhering to their skin beneath the water. He swayed her slowly as tears gushed down his face. “Come on Y/N. Come back to me,” he croaked. “Tell me to go fuck myself. Anything,” he begged, praying for a reaction. It was futile. Bucky smashed his lips onto the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open with a groan. Her body was sore on the brink of death. One look around the room confirmed she nearly died. She visited the medical wing frequently between missions. The injuries she had endured on the missions were nothing in comparison to what she was experiencing now.

A pressure landing on the back of her hand had her head snapping to her side. Bucky sat with his forehead pressed to the back of her hand, a prayer escaping his lips. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows searching for her last memory of Bucky.

The brunette lifted his head, running his fingers through her hair. “You scared me,” his voice was shaky, his eyes never left her face.

“Where’s-”

Bucky snarled, “Your boyfriend? Don’t worry about him, he’s an asshole.”

Y/N flinched. “He didn’t know.”

“That’s not why he’s an asshole. He ran and left you on the bathroom floor to die.” Bucky watched as Y/N processed the new information. The lack of surprise concerned him. He didn’t want to ask, but he needed to know. “Did you know there was alcohol in your drink?”

Y/N scoffed, crossing her arms. “Of course, I didn’t, Bucky. You’re an asshole for leaving me too. I’m pissed at you. I’m not suicidal. You did your good deed. I’m alive. Now you can go back to your Angel.” She spat the last words, parodying his words from the safe house.

Bucky sat back in his seat, rubbing his chin. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. He just wanted to push her away. He pushed too far. He almost lost her. He couldn’t avoid her any longer, she deserved an explanation.

“It wasn’t a lie,” he mumbled. Part of him didn’t want her to hear it, still wanting to starve off the conversation.

“What?”

He took a deep breath, leaning forward. His elbows rested on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him. His face turned serious. “I love you.” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat while her face turned sour. “But I can't be with you.”

A tear rolled down her cheek. “Why are you doing this? Why now?”

Bucky winced at the hurt in her voice. It hurt him too. That’s why he avoided the conversation for so long. “I’m too vulnerable around you. I fall back into my head way too easily. I don’t want to be reminded of my past. Then I met Ang- Evangelina and suddenly, I’m not thinking about all of the people I’ve killed, or the way HYDRA tortured me. With her, I’m living in the present.”

Y/N sat up harshly, the tears had stopped flowing a few sentences ago. “Because you won’t open up to her! You’re running from your problems and the second she’s gone, you’re gonna be stuck in your head again. Alone this time. Sorry, I was only a distraction long enough for you to fuck me. You don’t love her. You love the idea of normalcy with me!” She insisted, jabbing her finger into her chest.

Bucky closed his eyes, his head in his hands.

“For fucks sake, Bucky. She looks like me. This isn’t reality. This isn’t you. You're playing a role in some cheesy romcom. You’re letting her emulate me to fill a spot. She’s my understudy and you know it.”

Bucky ran his hands through his hair before looking up at her. Teary-eyed, he confessed, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who I am anymore. I just want to be normal again.” His head rested on his bent arms, leaning against the bed. His back jolted with each sob.

Y/N rubbed between his shoulder blades. “We’re not normal Bucky. None of the Avengers are, but we’re real.” She ran her hand through his hair comfortingly. “You and me, we’re real.”

He wiped his tears, shaking his head, “She’s out looking for a dog for us to adopt.”

Y/N scrunched her nose. They were taking the next step. Before she knows it, they'll be moving in together, getting married, and have a kid on the way.

“I don’t even want a dog. I couldn’t take care of it with my lifestyle. It just seemed like the normal thing to do. Most families have dogs.”

Y/N hated the idea of Bucky considering a family with Evangelina. She knew him better though. “I always took you for a cat person.”

Bucky smiled at her. “Yeah? What about you? Are you a cat person?”

She nodded. “Less work to train. More realistic in our lifestyle.”

Bucky hummed. The idea of them sharing anything both scared and delighted Bucky. “What kind of cat would we get?”

The corner of Y/N’s lips turned upward. Playing along, she didn’t need to think about her answer, she had already thought about it before. “It doesn’t matter, but he’d have to be white so I could see him against all of your black clothes. Although, cat hairs might be a pain before missions.”

Bucky nodded, his elbow on the bed, propped his head up in his hand. His other hand held Y/N’s as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of her hand as she talked. With a raised eyebrow, Bucky asked, “He?”

Y/N nodded, offended he would suggest otherwise. “You know, so I can come home to my boys. Plus, you need more friends. You two can have a guy's night while I’m away.”

“What if I want to come home to my girls?” Bucky argued.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “We’ll let fate decide. Whichever we find first.”

He nodded, agreeing to the compromise. “Alpine.”

“Huh?”

Bucky sighed dreamily, “The name.” It was too easy talking with Y/N about adopting a cat as if they were discussing children. It hadn’t crossed Y/N’s mind yet, but Bucky was aware that he wasn’t thinking of the past. He was thinking of the future. A future with Y/N.

Y/N snorted. It wasn’t the name she would have picked but Bucky liked it. She got to pick the color; it was only fair Bucky got to pick the name. “Alpine it is.”

Three weeks later, Bucky and Y/N welcomed Alpine to their shared room at Avengers Tower. The team melted when they met the feline. Even Evangelina. Despite the breakup, Y/N and Evangelina remained friends. The women were filled with too much grace and poise, not to. A trait Bucky had admired in both of them. It should have unsettled Bucky for them to remain friends, but Bucky knew where he belonged now. He might not know who he was or who he is now, but he was certain his future was Y/N.

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Ligero

Título: Ligero.

Pareja: Sub!Steve Rogers X Lectora dominante.

Palabras: 233 palabras.

Rating: C.

Square: O5 “Bondage suave”.

Sinopsis: Querías enseñarle a Steve algo nuevo en la cama

Advertencias: Bondage suave, PWP, Smut, manos esposadas, Steve sumiso. No sé que diablos escribí.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para el bingo de All Caps AC1078. 

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Veías la cara completamente roja de Steve luego de explicarle lo que querías intentar, luego él bajó la vista para ver el contenido de la caja que también le habías enseñado.

—¿Estás segura? No me gustaría que…

—Estoy segura, podemos empezar con algo sencillo, estoy segura de que te va a gustar —respondiste, poniendo tu mano sobre su pierna, provocando que Steve sonriera nervioso. Luego sacaste unas esposas—. Algo inocente primero, luego, en otra ocasión, podríamos… no sé, ya lo averiguaremos. Es más, te dejaré elegir, quieres que yo te ate o tú a mí.

Steve se quitó la playera, sonreíste, iba a ser muy interesante tenerlo a tu merced, él se acostó en la cama, le alzaste los brazos y con ayuda de las de estas lo esposaste en los postes de la cama.

—T/N, ¿estás segura de esto? Sabes que podría romperlas…

—Cállate, no las vas a romper porque no te doy permiso —lo interrumpiste mientras te ponías encima de él—. Y tienes prohibido llamarme por mi nombre, ya te dije cómo debes de llamarme, ¿lo recuerdas? —dijiste, Steve asintió—. ¿Lo recuerdas? Dilo —ordenaste mientras apretabas con un poco de fuerza su pecho.

—Sí, ama —Steve susurró, sonrojado de nuevo, aún se sentía un poco confundido sobre cómo funcionaba.

Sonreíste, iba a ser una noche muy interesante, pero también te ibas a asegurar de que Steve quisiera repetirlo.

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