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real-jane · 2 years

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burritos and bandages

[steve rogers x fem!reader]

summary: steve has a run-in with your ex-fiancé, which requires some tlc... and the aftermath reveals some sweet and long-held secrets.

words: 4k

warnings: steve v high on pain meds, cuddly steve, canon level fist-fight/aftermath, enough fluff to keep your dentist in business for 100 years

a/n: This is the sequel to bug and bear! steve's a firefighter, that is unimportant but it is briefly mentioned. this idea came from a post sent to me by @thornsnvultures <3

To say that your mother is angry when you tell her your wedding is off would be to discount the tenderness of hearing her admit ‘I never did like how he talks to you, sweetheart,’... but she still makes you call every single guest the next day to call things off officially, and all the vendors, and the burden of paying the cancellation fees for the photographer falls squarely into your wallet. It’s worth it, though, especially to see her face change from stress to joy a week later, as Steve floats into view behind you on video chat to give a bashful wave.

“Honey,” she says to you, with one eyebrow cocked. “Is there something else you wanna tell me?”

Steve squeezes your shoulders. “Hey, Mama.” His cheek is pressed against your temple as he greets your mother.

“Hi Stevie. Are you taking care of our girl?”

He chuckles. “You know I am.”

“Good boy. Anything you want me to share with Sarah?”

“Mom–” you groan, but Steve kisses your cheek.

“Tell her I need Elaine’s ring,” he mock-whispers, cupping his hands over your ears. You roll your eyes, but your heart is in your throat because your mother instantly bursts into tears. You hug Steve’s arms as they surround you, as if to hug her, too.

She’s angry because she’s been so stressed out trying to rationalize your relationship with Brock for the last decade, and she’s angry that she didn’t get through to you about Steve ages ago, and mostly, she’s angry that she bought a dress she can’t wear anymore. But it’s not real anger, it’s just shock. Your mother is thrilled. When you tell her in excruciating detail about what made you decide to call things off–how something as simple as standing on Steve’s shoes in a dance lesson gave you clarity–her tears turn into an unsuppressable smile. She can’t stop shaking her head in amazement, and when Steve leaves you so he can run down and greet someone at the buzzer, she tells you how proud she is that you listened to your heart.

It’s not that you need her approval, but having it makes the rash decision feel like an inevitability which everyone but you counted on since you’d first said yes to marrying Brock Rumlow. It’s embarrassing, knowing that the two people you care about the most (and maybe more) don’t like your former fiancé, but you’ll get over it eventually. Especially living with your bear.

“Bug…?” he calls, and a heavy knock falls on the front door. You frown.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, Mom. Okay? Love you.” You exchange a blown kiss with your mother and hang up. The second you reach the door, you gasp, because Steve is leaning against the doorframe bleeding from the eyebrow. His cheekbone is already purple. He glances up at you, but his hair flops over his forehead and he winces.

“What the fuck?” You swing the door wide for him to enter. His keys are clutched in his fist but his hands are shaking.

“Hi, baby,” he breathes. “Brock brought a bag for you.” He vaguely waves at an overstuffed reusable IKEA bag on the landing behind him, and attempts to put a hand on your shoulder, but he’s too dizzy. He misses your shoulder completely. You catch him around the waist and ease him to sit against the wall, just inside the door.

“Jesus, what did he do to you?” you gasp, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“Wailed on me. He only got in three hits before he ran off.” Steve’s eyebrow has already stopped bleeding, but his eyelid is so swollen, he can barely open it. “I think I have a steak in the freezer.”

“You want me to put a raw steak on your face?” You hiccough a pained laugh.

“I’ll cook it and we’ll forget this ever happened.” He closes his eyes, and leans his head back against the wall. You kneel on either side of his legs and inspect him for any other signs of where he might be hurt, but it’s just his face which bore the brunt of Brock’s unhinged attack. Steve’s fingers curl around your thighs when you sigh. “He blamed me,” Steve says softly. “Said you were happy. ‘Til I put ideas in your head.”

Your hurt squeezes. “Right,” you breathe. “Happy.” You can’t stop yourself from pressing your lips to Steve’s forehead. “Bear–”

“Hmm.” His head lists to the side.

“Let me take you to the ER–”

“No,” he scoffs, eyes still firmly closed and fingers gripping your legs for dear life, “just been a long time since I took a haymaker to the face. I’ll be okay.”

“Steven–you might have a concussion! Or bones floating in your sinuses. Or a detached retina. You might swallow too much blood in your sleep and choke to death–”

He coughs. “No more CSI, ma’am.”

“I’ll drive.”

“Not in your death trap–”

“Your car. Please? I will keep you up all night long if you don’t let me take you. Huh? Is that what you want? For me to lose precious sleep?”

“You are so pushy. It’s like you and…” he opens his eyes a fraction of an inch and closes them again. “You and your twin, there, don’t even care that I’m fine.”

You poke him in the shoulder. “Either I take you, or I call 911 and four guys with a stretcher carry you down six flights of stairs.”

Steve sighs. “So, this is what I get for loving a worrier.” But he smiles, despite his clear pain, and nods faintly. “You win, bugs.”

–

Close to midnight, you stumble back into your apartment with a drugged-up blond on one arm, and several shopping bags full of supplies on the other. Steve’s objectively fine; no broken bones, no internal bleeding, just a bruised cheekbone. And three stitches in his eyebrow. But the doctor gave him strong medicine for the pain, and told him to sleep it off.

You’re exhausted, but he has enough medicine coursing through his system to fell a Clydesdale and he’s loopy. His cheek is pressed against your hair, despite being far taller than you, and he’s humming. All while you attempt to bring the bags into the kitchen, which are full of things he picked out from the bodega on the corner for dinner. Why he needed three bags of Funyons, only drugged-up Steve could say.

“”M gonna cook, what do you want?” he asks, nosing your hairline. “My bugsy. Buggy.” He chuckles. “You smell good.”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, pushing him back until he’s braced against the cabinets in the corner. “Can you stay standing?”

“So good at standing. Watch me.” He points at his feet. “Doin’ it right now. See that?”

“Very impressive.” You can’t help but laugh. “Do you want your onions?” The yellow and green bag swings from your fingers.

“I want a burrito?”

“What flavor?” You dig through the bag that he crammed FULL of microwavable frozen burritos. “Nevermind. Your only choice is chicken.”

“Chicken is the only kind in the world.” He snorts. “Hey. I can do it.”

“No–” You hold up your hands to keep him from listing forward. He leans into your touch happily. “No operating heavy machinery, remember?”

“Pssh. I’m a professional.”

“What are you gonna tell the chief on Wednesday?”

“Got in a fight,” he shrugs. “My girlfriend’s chickenshit fiancé tried to get me back for stealin’ her away, and I told him he couldn’t talk to her, so he punched me, and then she bought me chicken burritos.”

“Wait–” You freeze with a burrito in each fist and wheel on him. “He asked to talk?”

Steve looks down at his shoes and toes the tile. “He was yelling. I told him he can’t yell at you.”

“Steven Rogers. You didn’t say he wanted to talk–”

“Well he didn’t. He just wanted to be mean, and I’m protecting you.”

“I–” You stop for a second and take a deep breath. “We’ll talk about this when you’re not high as a kite.”

“You mad?” Those hands like catcher’s mitts slide around your waist and he noses your neck. You sigh, but you accept the embrace.

“Yes.”

“Why, buggy?”

“Because you don’t get to decide whether or not I can handle something. I would’ve probably agreed to talk to him for a second, regardless of whether or not he was mean. I’m a big girl.”

“Mmm,” he groans. “I know. You’re the smartest girl. You’re a woman though, baby, a smart woman and I know that.”

“Ooookay,” you sigh, leaving the conversation behind for the morning. “How many burritos do you want?”

“Three.”

“You gonna let go of me, so I can heat them up?”

Steve reluctantly does so, and then he stumbles towards the living room. “Pajamas!” He calls over his shoulder. You rub your face in frustration… less with him than with Brock.

But you admit to yourself that some of that frustration is a little bit with Steve, too.

He’s going to have to get used to just being your partner–not your knight. You don’t need him to fulfill the silent protector role that he’s used to, because he couldn’t be at your side. Now, he’s the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, which comes with a certain amount of trust in you to handle your own shit. And a little more softness. Calling off your wedding, even to someone like Brock, has been much harder on you than you let on.

Even though you don’t want Brock, you still grieve the change in the life you had planned.

It isn’t rational, and it hurts in a way that you’ll ultimately grow to appreciate, once that pang turns into healing… and you want Steve. But it doesn’t make it easier to make a hundred personal calls to explain that you’re no longer marrying the man you’ve been seeing for a decade, and have to listen to every single person give you their condolences–authentic or not.

The microwave beeps. You pull the plate out and set it on the table. “Bear?”

Your man returns to the kitchen, sans shirt, still in his jeans, missing a sock… looking bewildered, and carrying one of his signature black moleskin notebooks. You can’t help but giggle at his state.

“Get lost out there?” you ask. His expression brightens and he patters over until he’s toe-to-toe with you.

“I think this will make you not mad,” he whispers, handing you the notebook. He swipes the plate from the table and attempts to wink with the eyeball he can’t open… which results in him bobbing his head and then grinning with more teeth than usual. Steve disappears into the living room, leaving you to inspect his peace offering.

It looks like the one he always has in his back pocket, but it’s the next size larger. The cover has a year crudely carved into it and you frown. That can’t be right. Why would a notebook from your senior year of high school make you ‘not mad?’

Opening the cover is like taking a step into a chamber of Steve Roger’s heart, and finding treasure. Your face stares back at you, from page one, sketched in faded mechanical pencil. Every shadow on your young face is smudged in by a deft finger, and your eyes… they sparkle. You’re not sure if your eyes have ever done that in real life, but somehow, a sketch communicates just such a thing. The lines which make up your mouth are softer, the shading finer. Like most of his time was spent on forming your soft close-lipped smile. At the bottom right corner are his initials–S.G.R.--and the year, once again.

The backside of that page? You.

Next: You, looking over your shoulder.

Then, your profile while you read.

A whole page is dedicated just to your eyes.

His first car, the pickup truck you used to set your watch by as it rumbled awake every morning.

And then… you, again.

The entire sketchbook, save an odd drawing of a squirrel (noted as ‘Bucky’s Long-Lost Brother’), a scratched-out self portrait, and several pages of football plays… it’s filled with sketches of You.

“Steve?” you peep.

His face appears around the doorway, looking sheepish. You swallow hard. “I’m… I’m not mad,” you manage. It’s the only way you can verbalize the genuine shock of seeing your image immortalized by his hand. “This is really lovely.”

He stuffs his hands in his jeans and shrugs. “Just love you, ‘s all.”

“You drew me… a lot,” you laugh in disbelief, flipping again to the front page. Steve stands before you and nods.

“Pretty much all my pencil ever wanted to do,” he says.

“No wonder you almost failed Trig.”

He chuckles. “I have about… six more of those spanning the last ten-ish years. You feature heavily in them all. Except recently, I…” he shakes his head. “Couldn’t look at you on paper like that, knowing you were slipping away from me.”

“Bear, how have I never known that you draw like this?” You press your hand to his chest. He grasps your wrist.

“You didn’t know that I loved you back then, either. Only two secrets I ever kept from you.”

“How long?”

“Have I drawn you?”

“Yeah.”

Steve holds your face between his palms like he’s still seeing double, but he appears at least a little more lucid than he was earlier. Or maybe, talking about you is something that comes so easily to him, he can do it with far too much morphine running through his body. Either way, he’s taken with the feeling of your skin under his thumbs.

“Never could get your cheeks right,” he murmurs. “But, um. When I was really little, I used to draw a girl. She was my age, and she was my imaginary friend. Every picture, I drew her. Same hair color every time. And then we moved, and I met you. And I dunno. Just made sense that I’d been drawing you all along, so. I got better at it once the girl wasn’t imaginary anymore.” He kisses the corner of your mouth. “I think Mr. Lee knew how I felt about you by junior year, considering my final portrait subject was you for the third year in a row,” Steve admits, cheeks immediately reddening.

“No,” you gasp behind your fingers. “You’re serious–”

“Buggy,” he laughs. “I thought for sure you were gonna catch me at it. Why do you think I never wanted you to come to the art show?”

“...I thought you were bad,” you admit, which elicits the biggest laugh you’ve heard from him in a long time. He has to lean on the wall to stay upright. “Don’t laugh!” You’re smiling, regardless. “The way you see me, bear… I don’t look like this!” You hold up the sketch and Steve takes the notebook from your hands gingerly.

“Of course not. That was teenage bugsy. But–hold on–I’m fine!” He stumbles from dizziness, but catches himself on the doorframe. He darts into the living room again, and this time you follow. He drops onto his knees as if he hasn’t injured both of them repeatedly since joining the firehouse, and peruses the bottom shelf of his bookcase until he finds what he’s searching for. Then, Steve grabs a smaller notebook, still black, with the current year stamped into the front. The one you gave him for Christmas last year. He flips frantically through the pages, and then holds it up.

“This is you.”

And it is, but it’s you through the eyes of a man who has been drawing you for so many years that he’s an expert on every little freckle and fine line in your skin, who looks at you and sees a future so precious that he’s willing to take three solid punches to the face for you. The portrait is you, yes, but it’s the most true version of who you are. Nobody knows you better than Steve, or sees you more clearly. Mirrors lie, by comparison. Your face is a decade older in this portrait, but you’ve never felt so beautiful.

The image blurs, and you hold a hand out to him, cupping the other over your mouth as the waterworks start. He crawls to you, reminding you that he’s still probably feeling the morphine, and hugs you with his cheek against your soft belly.

“Wanna give you my grandma Elaine’s ring,” he says softly. “I wasted time making love to the idea of you on paper instead of getting brave and telling you, and I almost lost you.”

“How high are you?” You ask, though you feel the sincerity in your soul.

“Marry me.” It’s the first time he’s said it explicitly, even though he as good as asked that very question the night you decided to call things off with Brock. You had all but accepted, too. But it was a lot to decide while he was recovering from a beating and still fighting delirium, and the thought of even planning such a thing so soon made you wince.

You tug on his hair so he tilts his head back to meet your gaze. “Ask me again in the morning.”

“What will you say?”

You snicker, trying to swipe away your tears on your sleeve. “The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you’ll find out.”

“But… my burritos.” He looks pitiful as he gestures to the plate which he had abandoned on the coffee table.

“Eat. I’m gonna go lay down.”

You take the journal with you into the bedroom you now share with Steve, and change into one of his t-shirts to sleep in. You wait for him to come in, all the while pondering the portrait he insists is who you really are, now. Next thing you’re aware of, the journal is being pulled out from under your fingers as you blink awake to the image of Steve Rogers with his cell phone hovering over your face, as he un-surreptitiously takes a photo of you glaring at him. He looks at the screen and frowns.

“Go back to sleep!” He whispers.

“Can you lay down please?” You yank on his elbow. He flops onto the covers beside you and tucks his good cheek against your shoulder. “You’re creepy,” you yawn.

“But you’re so cute.” His voice is muffled.

“You’re going to be embarrassed in the morning.” Rolling onto your side, you adjust so both your arms cradle him cautiously, avoiding his poor swollen eyeball.

“Why? You’re not ashamed of me, are ya?”

Your heart lurches and you kiss his forehead gently. “No. Of course not. I love you.”

“Even when I’m high?” Steve shakes with laughter when you groan.

“Yes, bear. Even then.”

—

In the morning, Steve is appropriately mortified, the more you tell him about his behavior on too much morphine, but at least he can open his eye again. He is so embarrassed, in fact, that he runs down the street to pick you up breakfast from a brunch place you like to make up for it, and forces you to remain in bed in order to eat it. When you’re both settled under the covers again, trading bites of fruit and french toast, you lean your head on his shoulder in contentment. Some of that time is spent inspecting his most recent portrait of you in the light of day, and marveling again at how he managed to capture the uncapturable.

“Hey,” he whispers, pointing at you with a slice of strawberry on the end of his fork. You look up at him in question and his lips graze yours. He deepens the kiss, sweetly kissing the powdered sugar from your lips. “Can I marry you?” He asks. You smile, nodding just once. Steve brushes your cheekbone. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you are.”

He kisses you with a nod himself, and then leans over to open his bedside table drawer. “I, um. I asked my ma for the ring a while ago. But if it doesn’t fit you, then we can find something else.”

“Okay.”

The reality of sharing breakfast and a bed, and sweet kisses with your best friend while he asks you if you’ll marry him settles over you like a warm blanket, and the sweetness intensifies when he produces an octagonal box. He rests the box on your knee and waits.

“I should wash my hands,” you breathe. He rolls his eyes and tugs your left wrist into his lap. He thumbs the latch open.

“Do you remember meeting my grandma?” he asks.

You do, distinctly. She was a doe-eyed glamorous woman who had taken one look at you in the Rogers family living room at Christmastime and gushed over you. You smile. “She was so sweet,” you say.

“She loved you. I think she would’ve been so happy to see this on your finger, sweetheart. As I will be. May I?”

“Yeah.” Your heart races as he opens the lid, revealing the very ring he described to you one week prior, garnet and all. Elaine’s initials are ingrained in the band just as he said. And it slides right onto your finger so perfectly, it could have been made for you.

He breathes out slowly. “Holy shit, bug,” he says in awe. You laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re gonna make every dream I ever had come true.”

“Awe.” You carefully set your takeout container on your bedside and then throw your knees over his legs so you can be as close to him as possible. He hugs you tight. When your fingers thread into his messy morning hair, he sighs. “You’re gonna make new dreams with me, bear.”

“I like the sound of that.” He rubs your back. You snuggle up to his chest and listen to his heart beating.

“Wonder what Brock brought,” you ponder out loud.

Steve snorts. “Just a bunch of your clothes. And the mug I got you for your birthday.”

You sit back in surprise. “Oh! All that was worth punching you for?”

“Pssh. I bought that boot mug in the Dallas airport, when you were devastated I wasn’t gonna make it back for your birthday. It’s obviously very precious.”

“Thank god he returned it,” you snicker. “How ya feeling, slugger?” He allows you to gently palpate the area around his stitches, but he winces the closer you get to his cheekbone bruise.

“Fine… I called him while I was out.” He winces again at your shocked frown. “I know–”

“You didn’t let him off the hook.”

“No, no. I told him I’d send him my hospital bill.” Steve touches your chin. “And that I won’t press charges, as long as he takes your name off whatever bills you were on, and leaves you alone.” You blink at him. He laughs. “I know. I’m also surprised with myself.”

“I–he wouldn’t put anything under my name,” you say softly. “You’re gonna have to put me on your lease!”

“Would you like that? If there’s mail addressed to both of us?”

“Yeah. Bear?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you. Even when you’re high and loopy, and I still would even if you had let Brock off the hook.” You kiss his brow, just above his stitches. “I love that you’re kinda a creep–”

“Is this you practicing your vows, or…”

You doff his shoulder. “I just want you to know, okay?”

“I love you, bug.”

Your shared kiss speaks deeply of the relationship from whence this arrangement was born, and the inevitability of spending your life with the one person who gives it meaning. There’s a new type of intimacy with it, even deeper than skin and touch. Deeper than the first night you spent with him, sharing bodies in a way that both of you had yearned for for so long that it felt sacred.

Steve pulls back from you when air becomes a necessity. He inspects the ring on your finger with a peaceful smile, and then his gaze darts up to meet yours. He narrows his eyes.

“Did you buy me like twenty-five chicken burritos last night?” he asks incredulously. You laugh until your stomach hurts.

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also on AO3 part three of hideout

“I don’t know, I mean— I just feel like they’re not even listening to me, you know? I tried telling them everything that I’m working on, and that I’m, like, busy with, and they just laughed. I mean— Paul fucking made fun of me for havingresponsibilities, and I don’t— I don’t know what to do, and I am… ranting to you again. Sorry.”

“‘S okay,” Steve’s voice says, soft and crackly over the phone. “I like listening to you.”

“But…” Eddie sighs, leaning against the wall. “I feel like I’ve just been bitching to you lately.”

“You’ve got a lot going on, Eddie, I don’t mind. I mean—“ His voice becomes strained like he’s sitting up, adjusting. “You’ve got school, and Morgan’s, and dealing, and D&D, and Corroded. And last week you mentioned that you feel like you don’t see Wayne enough anymore with everything going on, so I know that’s bothering you too.”

Eddie’s heart swells. He doesn’t even remember telling him that.

“Do the guys in Corroded even have jobs?” Steve asks sassily.

“No?”

“Right, okay, they can all suck a dick,” Steve dryly, and Eddie laughs. “They can’t make fun of you for doing stuff when they’re not doing anything themselves.”

“I love when you’re a bitch.”

“It’s my natural state. Are you looking for solutions or do you just wanna vent?”

“I guess solutions would be nice.”

“Tell the guys from Corroded to fuck off,” Steve says bluntly, and Eddie laughs again, squeezing his eyes shut. “Or, I guess, see if they’re willing to play a few gigs without you so you can focus on your priorities. Not that— I mean, Corroded is a priority, but—”

“Graduating is a priority priority,” Eddie interrupts his unnecessary corrections. “I’m graduating this year, Stevie, I swear to God.”

“Yeah, you are.”

He can hear Steve’s smile in his voice.

“How’s homework going?”

“I’m definitely doing it,” Eddie says half-heartedly. “Mr Anderson said he’s proud of me for trying, which. I mean. Felt kinda backhanded, but he’s actually nice.”

“I remember him, he was cool.”

“I just…” Eddie huffs. “Steve, how the fuck do you memorise shit? I got a quiz in biology next week, and I can’t remember anything for thelifeof me.”

“Uhm.” Steve sighs. Eddie closes his eyes. “I don’t know, I have a shit memory. Probably ‘cuz of all the head injuries, but…”

Eddie shakes his head, rolling his eyes.

It’s true, that Steve has an awful memory. He knows it. Steve is always forgetting things at the trailer, in Eddie’s van, and he was late to pick the kids up consistently enough that they started calling up Nancy Wheeler, and now Steve has post-it notes all over his house.

Work - 10:30 Monday Max to arcade - 2:30 Friday Lucas from basketball - 5:00 Wednesday

Etc.

It’s endearing, but worrying.

“Nancy always made flash cards for her classes, have you tried that?”

“I’ve triedeverything, Stevie. Some girls from class suggested a bunch of stuff that they do, but nothing works.”

“Well…”

Steve sighs.

Eddie sighs.

“I’m hopeless.”

“You’re nothopeless, Eddie, just find something that works foryou. Not everything that works for other people will work for you.”

“Like what?” Eddie asks, exasperated. “I don’t…”

“What about…” Steve pauses, and Eddie waits. “What about D&D?”

“…What about it?”

“I mean. You memorise all the characters, and their stats or whatever, and every little detail about the world and everything, so I mean, I know youcanmemorise stuff. You just— Can you just… somehow treat biology like D&D? Make it a game or something?”

Eddie blinks, looking across the room blankly.

“You still there?”

“Steve, you’re a fucking genius.”

Steve laughs loudly.

“Don’t hear that often.”

“I gotta go,” Eddie says quickly. “I’m gonna— I’m gonna figure something out, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay, Eddie,” Steve says lightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby, so much,” he says before loudly blowing a kiss.

He runs to his room to find his stupid fucking flashcards after hanging up.

Thursday afternoon, he speeds to Family Video (definitely passing the speed limit, but luckily he doesn’t pass any cops). Robin is at the front, sorting through returned tapes. She looks up, taking a breath to say her regular, bright, “Welcome to Family Video,” but when her eyes land on him, she says, “Oh, hey,” instead.

“Steve?” Eddie asks quickly. She grins.

“Back room. He’s got a little headache.”

“Okay, good to know, thanks, Buckley.”

Steve is sitting at a table in the back, his head lowered to block out light, a water bottle in his hand. Eddie quietly shuts the door behind himself.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Steve lifts his head, eyes squinting, but his face relaxes when he sees Eddie crossing the room.

“Hey,” he says lightly. “Thought you had work today.”

“I do, I just…” Eddie pauses, smiling at him. “Needed to see you.”

“Everything okay?”

“Mhmm, gotta tell you something.” He sits in the chair next to Steve, leaning close. “But first.” He kisses him softly, holding his chin, and he can feel Steve’s shoulders fall as he relaxes, and Steve reaches up to hold his face.

He sighs when they part, his eyes fluttering open to look at Eddie.

“Needed that,” he says softly. Eddie giggles, kissing him again before he kisses his forehead. “What do you have to tell me?”

Eddie grins and lets go of him, twisting around to reach into his backpack and pull out the packet he placed carefully at the very front. He hands it out to Steve, who takes it sceptically, raising an eyebrows at Eddie. Eddie turns in his chair to face him, watching his pretty eyes look at the front page, watching him find the75%at the top next to his name.

Steve looks up at him with wide eyes, and Eddie tucks his hands into his lap, grinning and scrunching his nose.

“What?” Steve says loudly, and Eddie starts to laugh, beaming. “Eddie!”

Steve reaches out and grabs the front of his shirt, tugging him in and kissing him so hard it almost hurts, but Eddie doesn’t care because he’s still laughing and glowing with pride. And because Steve is kissing him like they’re alone in his bedroom, sliding his tongue along Eddie’s, licking into his mouth, biting at his lip. When he finally pulls away, Eddie is breathless, flustered and pink-cheeked.

“Woah.”

“‘M so proud of you,” Steve mumbles, kissing him again, still gripping his shirt, and Eddie feels lightheaded.

“Is that what I’m gonna get every time I pass something?” he asks when Steve releases him. Steve looks back at the packet, grinning.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Eddie breathes.

“How’d you do it?” Steve asks, flipping through the packet, looking at Eddie’s messy handwriting.

“What you said,” Eddie says, moving closer. “I made it a game.”

Steve looks up at him with a smile, his eyes sparkling.

“Ms Booker asked to see me after class,” Eddie says, grinning. “She thought I cheated.”

“You’re happy about that?”

“Yeah, because Ididn’t,” Eddie says adamantly, leaning forward with emphasis. He knows his eyes are wide, and he looks crazed in the way that makes people wary of him, makes people avoid him, but Steve is smiling at him softly, fondly. “And I got to tell her that, and she didn’t believe me at first, but I showed her the game I made, and she thought it was funny.”

“You think it’ll work for your other classes?”

“Maybe. We’ll see.”

Steve leans forward, brushing their noses together.

“Proud of you,” he whispers.

Eddie gazes at his lip, soft and pink and pretty, and reaches to hold the lapel of his vest.

“Do I get another kiss?”

Steve smiles, setting the paper down and turning to face him, leaning close. His fingers find Eddie’s chin, trace his jaw softly, trail down to his neck.

“Do you want one?” he asks in a low voice. Eddie could swoon.

“God, yes.”

Steve smiles in a way that makes Eddie’s stomach flip over, lazy and easy and confident, and his hand tightens on Eddie’s neck, his palm pressing to his throat. His hand is cold against Eddie’s skin. Eddie forgets to breath, his eyes drifting shut as Steve leans closer.

There’s a stretch of time before Steve finally kisses him. Eddie thinks Steve might just be looking at him. (He doesn’t really mind.)

Eddie whines when Steve traces his bottom lip with his tongue, and Steve’s hand tightens. Steve shushes him softly.

“We’re in my place of work,” he says, his lips brushing Eddie’s as they both smile. “You gotta be quiet.”

“Sorry.”

“‘S okay.”

He kisses him finally, just as he’s pulling at Eddie’s neck and Eddie is exhaling sharply, like Steve is stealing his breath right from his chest. He kisses him back desperately, lifting a hand to hold Steve’s against his neck, pushing forward and sighing.

He feels Steve’s lips curve into a smile against his, sighs when Steve’s tongue slides into his mouth. It’s too much for the back room of Steve’splace of work, too sloppy and messy, too wet, too fucking horny, but neither of them really care. Steve’s hand tightens again when Eddie whines again, and he squeezes Steve’s hand in apology.

Steve’s head tilts so he can kiss Eddie deeper, and Eddie lifts a hand to the back of his head, tangling his fingers in Steve’s hair and tugging gently. Steve pulls away with a gasp, his eyes shut blissfully, and Eddie grins, tugging again, and Steve’s lips part for him to speak, but before he can, there’s a knock on the door.

They both startle, and jump apart, but the door doesn’t open.

“Hey, dingus,” Robin says through the door. “I need some help stocking, if you can spare a moment.”

Steve and Eddie look at each other. And burst into giggles.

Steve’s cheeks are flushed pink, his hair messy, and Eddie knows he looks the same. (He kind of hopes Steve left a handprint around his neck.)

“I should go,” Steve says, still breathless. Eddie nods.

“I— Me too.”

Steve picks up Eddie’s biology packet, looking at the75%again with a happy smile before he gives it back.

“Don’t forget to tell Wayne,” he says as Eddie is stuffing it back into his backpack.

“I won’t. He’ll probably put it on the fridge or something.”

Steve kisses him one last time before they open the door, and as Steve goes to restock snacks under the counter, Robin gives Eddie a knowing look.

“Seeya, Buckley.”

“Bye, Eddie.”

He speeds to work, explains to his boss that he’s a little late because he had to tell a friend (gag) that he’s finally, fuckingfinallypassing a class. His boss isn’t mad. Just congratulates him quickly and tells him to get to work.

Eddie leaves the paper on the kitchen counter next to Steve’s dead flowers for Wayne to see, and the next day, it’s stuck to the fridge with a magnet.

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It doesn’t rain a lot on Hawkins, but when it does, itpours.

Eddie doesn’t have an umbrella. Every time Wayne gets him one, Eddie loses it, forgets it at school, at the Hideout, or it breaks somehow. He gave up on umbrellas a while ago, and just suffers through wet hair. It’s not the worst. It’s cold, but it’s not like it makes him any less presentable.

He uses his bandana to tie his hair up, off his neck, and takes a breath as he waits for the windows to unfog. And he waits, fiddling through his tapes until something moves in his peripheral and he looks up.

It’s the girl that moved in recently. With the red hair. Max.

Eddie’s never talked to her, but she’s one of Steve’s kids. And it’s fuckingpouring, and she’s holding a skateboard.

Eddie pulls the van up and rolls down his window.

“Hey, Red!” he shouts over the rain, and she looks up at him, furrowing her brows. “The hell are you doing?”

“I have school,” she says.

Right. Duh.

“You’re gonna get fuckin’ hypothermia, come on,” he says, beckoning with a tilt of his head. “I’ll give you a ride.”

She narrows her eyes, suspiciously, and he gets it, fair, but her jacket is getting soaked.

“Come on, I got school too.”

She goes begrudgingly, sits in the passenger seat and faces the window.

“Why isn’t your mom driving you?” he asks, annoyed on her behalf as he starts driving. She’s quiet for a moment.

“…She’s hungover.”

Oh.

He looks outside and nods.

She’s quiet. He glances at her as he drives (more slowly than usual on account of the rain, but also because there’s a kid in the vehicle), and finds her looking around, her eyes finding the frayed fabric of the mats, the old air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror, the bag of weed stashed under the radio dials.

“So,” Eddie says. “I’ve seen you around with Lucas.”

She looks back out the window.

“And?”

Eddie shrugs even though she isn’t looking.

“I dunno, Lucas is cool. Are you guys dating?”

“…No.”

“You hesitated.”

“I didnot.”

“Okay.”

She huffs, gripping the end of her skateboard. It’s duct taped. Eddie wants to buy her a new one. He would, if he had the money.

“We were,” she says finally, still looking out the window. “It didn’t work.”

He nods.

“You still like him though.”

“Shut up.”

He just snorts.

“You wanna pick a tape?”

She flips through them, reads everything Eddie wrote in his scribble handwriting. Judas Priest, Slayer, Dio, Twisted Sister, Scorpions. She picks Mötley Crüe curiously, and Eddie quickly tells her she might want to turn the volume down before she hits play.

Eddie sings along to Smokin’ In the Boys’ Room, obnoxious and loud, and when he looks at her again, she’s laughing and bobbing her head. (And now he wants to make her a mixtape.)

“Gotta feeling it’s gonna be raining all day,” he says as they pull into the parking lot. “You got anything after school?“

“Uh.” She hesitates, looking at him nervously as the music cuts off. “Yeah, I have to— to see the counsellor.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie says lightly. “Take your time, meet me here when you’re done. I can show you some Motörhead.”

She has a pretty smile.

He’s tempted to ask her to join to the Hellfire table during lunch, but she glances at them and walks in the opposite direction, and he’s reminded that Dustin and Mike are Steve’s kids too. That she knows them. That she avoids Lucas, and she avoids them too. Eddie doesn’t say anything when Dustin and Mike glance at each other, both of them watching her leave.

Eddie likes Dustin and Mike. And Lucas, even though he doesn’t spend as much time with them. (Eddie will never understand the desire to hang it with the basketball guys that are all objectively douchebags, but he also just… gets it. Why Lucas would rather hang out with them than Eddie, because being with Eddie would make anyone a target by default.)

All three of them are passionate about D&D. They rant and ramble about old campaigns, old characters, their friend Will.You wouldlovehim, Mike’s said. Eddie remembers Steve mentioning him a while ago.Will the Wise.

It isn’t raining too hard when school ends. Eddie sits in the front seat, flips through his tapes as he waits for Max. When she arrives, her hair and skin are wet, and she shuts the door wordlessly, wiping her face with the sleeve of her jacket. She looks tense, her brows furrowed slightly.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” she says lightly. “Just a little headache.”

“You need a painkiller?”

“Uh, no, I took one already.” She gives him a sceptical look as he starts the car. “You have painkillers?”

He does. Lots. In his room, the kitchen, the van, all just in case Steve needs it.

“Yeah.” He meets her look. “I also have bandaids, you wanna report me for that?”

“I’m not reporting you for anything.” She leans back in her seat. “Just wondering how much you’d charge me, you know, if I’d get a next-door-neighbour-discount.”

“I wouldn’t charge you for painkillers.”

“What about this?” She reaches for the weed, and he snatches it from her hand.

“Absolutelynot,” he says adamantly, sticking it into the pocket in the door as she laughs.

“What, why not?”

“You’re way too young, Red, you’re not getting weed.”

“How old wereyouwhen you started?” she asks, turning to face him as she laughs.

“I…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Hey.” She laughs again. “I was your age, which is how I know you’re too young. Get back to me when you’re twenty seven.”

“Twenty seven?”

“Yes.”

She just groans in disgust and looks through the tapes again.

“What was that band you mentioned this morning?”

“Uh, Motörhead. You sure you’re good with your headache?”

“Mhm.”

She’s quiet while they listen to it, and when he glances over at her, her expression is lighter, calmer. She’s bobbing her head slightly. He grins.

“Hey,” he says as she’s getting out of the van, leaning across the center console. “You and your mom need anything, you come by, alright?”

“Just not weed.”

“Get outta here.”

She snickers and says, “Thanks, Eddie,” before she shuts the door. Her mom is smoking a cigarette by the front door, eyeing Eddie’s van suspiciously, so he gives her a wave.

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The shop gets hot when Eddie is working, even when he lets the top of his overalls fall over his hips, wearing just a stained tank top. He always feels a little gross, covered in sweat and grease and dirt, but it feelsgood. He’sworking, and by the end of the day he feels oddly content, knowing what he’s gotten done, what he’s gotten to work.

He knows there’s smudges of grease on his face as he world, wipes tickling drops of sweat off with a careless hand, too focussed to really give a shit. He’s on his back, laying under a car and working, his brain quiet as Louder Than Hell plays from a speaker that’s close by him.

He almost drops his tool when there’s a kick to the board he’s laying on, and he huffs, grabbing the bumper of the car and pushing himself out from under it, looking up to find Steve smiling down at him.

“Hey!” Eddie says brightly, excitedly, scrambling to get up. “What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to say hi,” Steve says, his voice thin, his eyes widening as he watches Eddie stand and grab a rag to wipe his hands. “Missed you.”

Eddie’s face softens, and he swallows, wanting to tug him into a kiss.

“Missed you too.”

Steve clears his throat, looking away. His cheeks flush pink.

“How have I never visited you here before?” Steve asks. Eddie shrugs, leaning against the car.

“It’s out of the way,” he says, crossing his arms, looking Steve up and down. He’s wearing a pair of jeans, a green shirt with a navy blue jacket that’s halfway zipped up. His hands are stuffed in the pockets. Eddie wants to eat him. “Not really near anything you go to.”

Steve looks back at him, and Eddie can practically feel his eyes scrape over his grease marked face, over his neck that’s exposed because he’s got his hair tied up.

“What time do you get off tonight?” Steve asks, stepping closer. Eddie glances at his lips.

“Nine.”

Steve nods slowly, his tongue sliding across his lips.

“Why do you ask?” Eddie asks, even though he knows. Steve hesitates.

“You wanna come over after?” He steps up closer, close enough that even if someone was nearby they wouldn’t be able to hear his voice over Mötley Crüe. “Fuck me up against a wall,” he adds, his eyes trained on Eddie’s lips.

Eddie’s mouth goes dry, and his eyes widen. He takes a moment to swallow.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

Steve grins.

“Is that a yes?”

“Christ, Steve, yes,obviously.”

Steve’s smile widens, and Eddie takes a deep breath.

“You look so fucking good, Eddie,” Steve says after a moment. Eddie’s cheeks flush again. “You’re so hot.”

“Could say the same to you.”

Steve just tilts his head.

“I gotta crush on you.”

Eddie looks away.

They’ve done everything short of marry each other. They’ve kissed until their mouths were sore and bruised, until spit dripped down their chins. They’ve fucked until early hours of the morning, until their limbs were sore and damp with each other’s sweat. They’ve held each other as they cried, late at night when Steve wakes up from dreams he can’t talk about, when Eddie gets so worked up with frustration that all he can do is sit and let tears fall.

Steve refers to him as hisboyfriendto Wayne and Robin, and Eddie jokes about marrying him, makes fake rings from bread bag twist ties and rubber bands and sewing thread. Steve casually saysI love you, and Eddie says it back, and they’re both open and shameless about whatever they want from each other, Steve begging for Eddie’s fingers to pull harder at his hair, Eddie holding his mouth open for Steve’s spit.

And yet.

I gotta crush on you.

It gets Eddie flustered, makes his face flush with heat, makes his stomach flip over like a high school Steve accidentally brushed against his arm while walking past.

And Steve is grinning because he knows exactly what he does to Eddie.

“Get the fuck outta here,” Eddie says, and Steve giggles. “I gotta work.”

“Okay,” Steve says lightly, looking Eddie up and down again. “I’ll let you work.”

“Thank you,” Eddie sing-songs as Steve walks away backward.

Steve mouthsLove you.

Eddie watches him go, fidgeting with the dirty rag, his heart beating too fast.

“The hell’s that?”

Eddie startled, tearing his eyes away from Steve’s ass to look at a coworker, who’s also wiping his own hands with a rag, looking at Steve with his brows furrowed.

“Uh, a friend.” Gag. “He just came by to say hi.”

“Doesn’t really look like someone you’d be down to hang out with.”

Eddie looks at him sceptically.

“Appearances aren’t everything, Daryl.”

He just laughs and shrugs.

Eddie counts theminutesuntil he gets off, rushing through checking out, rushing through a shower, rushing to his van, rushing to Steve’s.

The downstairs lights are on as he pulls the van into the driveway, and he pauses for a second to take a deep breath before he hops out and goes to the door.

It’s unlocked, and he steps inside, and there’s just enough time for him to shut the door behind himself before Steve is grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a harsh kiss.

Eddie lets out a surprised noise, catching Steve’s head between his hands, letting his mouth fall open, and Steve is kissing him like he’d die if he didn’t, hard and fast and hot, desperate.

Eddie groans loudly when Steve’s hand finds his neck, his palm pressing against his throat, and Steve pulls and pushes until Eddie’s back hits a wall. Eddie exhales sharply, grinning, sliding his hands to push his fingers into Steve’s hair, and he tugs. Steve lets out a whine, sucking on Eddie’s lip.

“Fuck,” Eddie gasps when they part to breath. “Thought I was supposed to be fuckingyouon a wall.”

“Then do it.”

Eddie shoves him, turning them so Steve hits the wall, and Steve is grinning, his eyes closed blissfully. Eddie kisses him hard, biting his lip, tugging his hair before moving a hand to hold his waist.

“Condom?” Eddie asks breathlessly, panting into Steve’s mouth. “Lube?”

“Back pocket.”

Eddie chuckles lowly, tugging his hair one last time.

“Slut.” Steve laughs, squeezing his neck as Eddie slides both hands to his ass, squeezing before he pulls the condom and bottle out. He kisses Steve again, licking into his mouth. “Turn around.”

“Take off your shirt first,” Steve says breathlessly. “Please.”

Eddie does, tossing the shirt away carelessly, and Steve stands away from the wall long enough to take his own shirt off, throwing it before he turns around, chest pressing to the wall.

“Fucking gorgeous, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, running a hand over his back before he leans down and licks a line up his spine. Steve exhales shakily.

“Eddie, please.”

Eddie beams, kissing the nape of his neck as he reaches around and undoes Steve’s jeans, tugs them down with his underwear, pushes the condom into his own pocket before he carefully starts to open Steve up.

“Christ, baby,” he says roughly. “So pretty.”

“Fuck, Eddie, come on.”

Eddie presses his other hand flat against Steve’s back, holding him against the wall firmly, and Steve groans loudly, pushing back against Eddie’s hand.

“So desperate, aren’t you,” Eddie says softly, leaning forward and kissing his shoulder. Steve is nodding. “Didn’t even wanna wait for a bed. Want me right by the door.”

“Yes,Eddie, please.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut at the sound Steve makes when he finally pushes into him, holding onto Steve’s waist tightly. Steve groans, low in his throat, the sound broken in a sob.

“So noisy, Stevie,” Eddie says fondly, grinning against his back, slowly pulling his hips back before pushing back in.

“Eddie, hold my hand,” Steve whimpers. “Please, please, my hand—” Eddie takes his hand, twining their fingers and holding his hand against the wall, sliding his other hand to Steve’s belly and pressing, holding him tightly. “Shit, yes, yes—”

Eddie tilts his chin up and licks the side of his neck, and Steve moans softly, turning his face like he’s trying to look at Eddie over his shoulder, but his eyes are closed. Eddie kisses his jaw messily, licks his cheek.

“You like it in here?” he asks, his voice rough. “Right by the door?”

“Shit, yeah, yes.”

“Wall’s not uncomfortable?”

“Eddie, ‘s perfect, don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop. Want you in every room of this fucking house,” Eddie murmurs, moving faster. Steve bites his lip, his eyes squeezing shut, and he nods. His hand tightens on Eddie’s. “The kitchen, wanna eat you out while you’re bent over the counter.” Steve nods desperately, squeezing his hand. “The living room, in the shower.”

“My parents’ room,” Steve chokes, his voicewrecked. Eddie’s eyes widen, and he grins, fucking him harder.

“Yeah?” he says breathlessly. “Why there?”

Steve grunts, pushing back against Eddie, who presses against his belly harder.

“Spite.”

“God, I’m in love with you.”

Steve giggles, turning so his cheek presses against the wall.

“‘M in love with you too.”

“Where do you wanna do it?” He moves forward so his face is up close to Steve’s, and he licks a drop of sweat from his temple, just because. “In front of their mirror? Dresser? Their bed?”

“Fuck, yes, Eddie.”

“Yes, what? Which one?”

“All of it,fuck, want you everywhere.”

Eddie groans, moving so his chest presses to Steve’s back, fucking him until soft noises escape his throat with every movement.

“Want you in the pool someday,” he says roughly, his chin on Steve’s shoulder. “Want you all— all wet and shiny.”

Steve laughs breathlessly, throwing his head back.

“You’re kinky.”

“You’re the one that wants me to fuck you in your parents’ room.”

“Fuck, yeah.” Eddie laughs, his face pressing into Steve’s hair. “God, Eddie— Feel so— Feel so good.”

“Yeah?” He presses a messy kiss to Steve’s neck, grinning at the low moan that escapes him. “Tell me, sweetheart.”

“Sodeep,” Steve groans, taking a gasping breath that tells Eddie that he’s crying. “You make me feel so—“

He cuts off with another gasp, and Eddie squeezes his hand, sliding his other hand to his chest, pressing to his heart.

“So what, baby?”

Steve whimpers, pressing his ass back against Eddie with a weak moan.

“Beautiful,” he chokes. “You make me feel so pretty, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyes burn. He presses a kiss to Steve’s shoulder, nuzzles his face into his neck, inhaling deeply and dragging his fingertips across Steve’s chest.

“You are beautiful, baby,” he murmurs. “Fucking everything about you, Stevie, my beautiful boy.”

Steve whines, turning his head to press his cheek to the wall. His eyes are closed, and there are tears falling over his flushed cheeks and caught in his eyelashes. He looks fucking holy.

“‘M your boy,” he says weakly, his voice broken. “‘M yours, Eddie, I’m—“

“My what boy?” Eddie prompts, breathless, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fuck, beautiful.”

“Say the whole thing.”

“Eddie, I’m gonna come.”

“Say the whole thing.”

“Fuck, I’m— I’m your beautiful boy.”

Steve throws his head back with a sob when he comes, his whole body tensing, and Eddie grunts, biting the side of Steve’s neck as he follows him over the edge.

“Fuck,” Steve says harshly. Eddie hums softly, shifting to pull out, but Steve’s hand flies to his hip, holding him weakly. “Not yet. Please.”

“Okay,” Eddie breathes, kissing his neck gently. “You okay?”

“I’m good,” Steve says breathlessly. “You’re amazing.”

Eddie giggles, kissing his neck again.

“You’reamazing.”

Steve shakes his head, smiling over his shoulder at Eddie, who gently releases his hand to wipe his tears.

“You know, I never cried during sex before you.”

“Is that a good thing?“ Eddie asks softly, touching his face tenderly.

Steve sighs, reaching back to push his fingers into Eddie’s hair.

“‘S weird to say it feels good to cry, but…” Eddie kisses his neck again, holding him close. “It feels good. ‘S like a release.”

His eyes flutter open to find Eddie’s, glance down at his lips.

“I like it when you make me cry,” he murmurs, and Eddie scoffs.

“Freak.”

“Kiss me,” Steve says after a soft giggle. He does. “Round two in the shower?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

—————————

Eddie should have known this year was going too smoothly.

He’s been passing classes, which itself would be enough of a miracle for him to be satisfied, but he’s been making good money with deals at school, and he loves working at Morgan’s, and every campaign has been wildly successful, and he has aboyfriendthatloveshim.

But Eddie has never been the type of person that just gets things in life. Nothing is ever,everhanded to him. His aunt used to say it was God testing him, challenging his faith.

Well, consider it challenged, Aunt Laura.

He should have known it was all going to go to shit sooner or later.

Because now he’s hiding in his supplier’s boathouse, hidden under a tarp, trembling like a leaf, like a kicked dog, the sound of Chrissy Cunningham’s bones snapping echoing in his head.

He’s fucked.

Everyone’s going to think he did it. Because of course he did. Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson, with his Satan club, and his loud music and his dumb fucking hair. Who else could it have been?

He doesn’t know how long he’s there, hiding, cowering. He wants to stay there forever, hidden away where no one can find him, no one can point fingers or blame him for something he’s almost entirely sure he didn’t do. (Maybe he lost his mind. He supposes it’s the only rational explanation for…)

His eyes fly open when he hears voices, voices he doesn’t really recognise because he doesn’t really feel like he’s in his body. He barely recognises his own hands.

He waits for a little while, listening and listening and listening, as the voices call his name, as they talk to each other. He wonders if they’re real too.

The voices get closer, and closer, and suddenly he’s slamming someone against a wall, broken bottle to their neck, and voices are shouting his name, and his eyes are brimming with tears. He can’t quite place the person he’s looking at, their face swimming and the shadows cast across it too dark.

They’re both breathing hard, and Eddie feels a little lightheaded, so he instinctively presses harder, but the person isn’t fighting him off, or yelling at him. They put their hand on Eddie’s, over the glass bottle.

Their skin is warm, and soft, they say his name quietly.

Eddie.

Eddie blinks hard, meeting their eyes as other voices are talking behind him. Their eyes are shining even in the darkness of the boathouse, lashes dark and long and pretty. Princess eyes.

“Steve?” Eddie chokes, and Steve nods slightly, his chin still tilted up because of the glass. His hand shifts on Eddie’s, brushing over his knuckles.

“Need you to drop the bottle,” he says quietly, and Eddie blinks again, his eyes flicking down to his neck, and he’sholding broken glass to his boyfriend’s neck.

Eddie practically jumps away, his hand flinging the glass to the ground as he gasps, looking up at Steve with watery, desperate eyes, but Steve just nods with a little, reassuring smile and puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“‘S okay,” Steve says softly, and there are more voices behind Eddie, but Eddie doesn’t turn. He just looks at Steve, wishing he’d tell him it was all just a dream, just a bad trip. Chrissy Cunningham is fine, at home in her nice house with her nice boyfriend, and nothing ever scared her enough to want Special K. Eddie’s trailer is fine, there aren’t any bloodstains in the floor or theceiling, and Eddie can go home and drink a beer and go to bed, and everything’s fine.

Steve doesn’t say that.

“Can you guys give us a minute?” he says over Eddie’s shoulder, and there’s a small moment of resistance before it falls silent, and the door shuts, and Steve looks at Eddie with a soft, “Hey, baby.”

Eddie can’t talk. He can barely breathe.

“Hey,” Steve says softly. “I’m right here, come on.” He takes Eddie’s hand gently and holds it to his own chest, taking a deep breath and nodding when Eddie tries to copy him. “In all the way,” he says calmly.

He’s too calm.

He’swaytoo calm for the absolute shitshow that’s going on right now.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Steve says softly, sliding his other hand to Eddie’s neck and holding him gently. “Okay? I’m right here.”

“Steve—“

“You got it,” Steve murmurs. “Come here.” He gently pulls him over to sit down, which is probably a good idea because Eddie can’t really see, and his head feels like it’s spinning. “Slow, baby, it’s okay. In all the way. …And out.”

Steve is crouched on the floor in front of him, holding his face, and Eddie still can’t see, but now it’s because he’s crying again. He hasn’t cried in weeks.

“I know,” Steve is telling him. “I know, it’s gonna be okay.”

“She just wanted drugs,” Eddie chokes, his voice weak, and Steve nods. “I didn’t— I don’t-”

“I know.” Steve is too calm. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Eddie.”

“I’m gonna— They’re gonna arrest me, I’m—”

Steve shakes his head, brushing his thumbs over Eddie’s cheeks, wiping his tears.

“That’s not gonna happen, Eddie,” he says firmly, looking into Eddie’s eyes. “Hey, listen. I’m not gonna let that happen, okay?”

“Steve—”

“We’re gonna figure this out, baby,” he says gently, nodding. Eddie takes a shuddering breath. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. Steve holds his face and wipe his tears and leans up to kiss his forehead.

“We’re gonna figure it out,” he says quietly. “But we need to you to tell us what happened.”

Snap.

Eddie flinches. Whimpers. Like a kicked dog. (That’s all he is now. Maybe that’s all he’s ever been. All bark.)

“You’re okay,” Steve whispers, running his hands over Eddie’s head gently. “I’m right here, you’re alright.”

He presses their foreheads together, breathing deeply, and Eddie clutches at his wrists, trying and trying to breathe with him.

As his breathing evens out, the door creaks open, and Steve lifts his head to look, one of his hands pulling away, but it’s quiet until someone else is kneeling next to Steve, and Eddie opens his eyes.

“Hey,” Robin says softly. Her eyes are shining like they always are, but it’s different now. “You okay?”

He just looks at her, and there’s a pause before she answers herself.

“You will be.”

She says it’s confidently, firmly. Like he has no choice. He just nods.

“We’re gonna figure everything out,” she tells him, like Steve, and he nods again. “You need to tell us what happened.”

He exhale hard, swallowing thickly, and she reaches up to take his hand gently. He holds her hand tightly, shaking, and looks at Steve, eyes filling with tears again.

“You’re not gonna believe me,” he chokes.

Robin and Steve glance at each other. Robin’s hand tighten on his, steadying it.

“Why don’t you try us?”

They believe him.

Steve stays close while Eddie tells them everything, close enough for Eddie’s eyes to find him every time he gets short of breath, and Steve gives him little, encouraging nods, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, listening intently.

They tell him things. Things he doesn’t really want to hear, things that are almost more wild and insane than what he has to tell them. Things about monsters and flickering lights and an alternate, upside down dimension where everything is dark and covered in vines. Dustin uses D&D terms to explain things. Steve follows along.

Eddie wants to cry.

He just wanted to graduate.

—————————

He’s in Nancy Wheeler’s basement. He never thought he’d be here.

It’s cozy. Quiet. She says her parents never come down here. That he’s safe here.

Everyone falls asleep. Even Max. (And Dustin, who’s supposed to be on “Max watch,” but Eddie will take over for now.)

It’s quiet except everyone’s breathing. He looks around at them, at Nancy curled up with her hair in her face, at Lucas and Max, both facing each other and almost touching even if they still refuse to acknowledge their relationship.

It would be beautiful without the context of certain death.

Steve is awake when Eddie comes back from the bathroom. Eddie pauses, their eyes meeting across the dark room, and he leans against the bannister at the bottom of the stairs, watching Steve sit up sleepily.

Eddie beckons with a finger. Steve goes over to him.

“You okay?” Eddie asks quietly when he’s in front of him. Steve’s eyes are shining with anguish.

“God, I never wanted you involved in any of this, Eddie,” he says weakly, and Eddie nods. He can’t stop thinking about it, how Steve’s been a part of this world, how he’s fought monsters andsurvived, all while Eddie just lived obliviously.

“I know, baby,” he whispers, reaching out and taking Steve’s hand gently. “But it’s…”

“It’s not fine, Eddie,” Steve argues, and Eddie wants to smile at the fact that he knows him so well, that he knew what Eddie was going to say. “None of this is fine, you should— you should be at Morgan’s, or studying, or—“

“Stevie,” Eddie interrupts desperately, pulling at his hand until Steve steps closer. “You can’t do this to yourself, sweetheart, this is… This is happening. We can’t… torture ourselves thinking about whatcouldbe happening instead. Okay?”

Steve sighs, looking away, his eyes brimming with tears.

“When this is all over, though…” Eddie says, squeezing his hand. Steve looks at him, smiling weakly, and Eddie hesitates, remembering that he’s wanted for murder.

“We’ll figure it out,” Steve says softly. Knowing. “We know… We know some people in the government. They can get your charges dropped. It’ll be okay.”

Eddie nods, taking a deep breath.

“We just gotta get there,” Steve adds. “Okay?”

Eddie nods again. He glances around the room, scanning everyone’s sleeping bodies, before he reaches up and touches Steve’s chin, leaning in to kiss him as softly as humanly possible.

“I love you,” Steve breathes when they part, his thumb brushing Eddie’s hand gently. Eddie stares at him, biting his lip as he thinks, and Steve tilts his head.

“I— I wanted to ask you something,” Eddie says softly. Steve squeezes his hand.

“Okay.”

“I… was gonna wait until I graduated,” Eddie adds, choking on his words as his eyes burn. “But I don’t — I don’t know if that’s ever gonna happen, and I need something to look forward to after all this is over, and—”

“Eddie,” Steve says quietly, squeezing his hand. “What is it?”

Eddie stares for a moment longer.

“Do you wanna move in with me?” he asks finally. Steve’s eyes widen, and Eddie’s mouth is talking again before he can think. “Not— Not the trailer, I mean you can if you want, I know Wayne would like to have you around, but I was thinking, like— There are probably a bunch of car shops I can work at in Indianapolis or somewhere else, farther from Hawkins, or some music stores or something, and, I mean, you can work anywhere you want, but we can find a little apartment, and the kids can come visit, and if— if Robin wants to come, we can get a two-bedroom, and—”

Steve interrupts him with a kiss, reaching up with his other hand to hold Eddie’s face gently.

“I would love to live with you,” he says when they part, and Eddie exhales in relief, his shoulders falling. Steve smiles at him, kisses him again, wipes away a tear that falls over his cheek. “I can’t wait.”

Eddie closes his eyes, his head falling forward until it rests on Steve’s, and Steve sighs, sliding his hand to the back of Eddie’s head, into his hair.

“Wanna wake up to you every morning,” Steve murmurs. “Make you coffee and have dinner ready for you.”

“You wanna be my housewife or something?”

Steve scoffs lightly.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Yeah, I do.”

Eddie smiles and lifts his head to gaze at him.

“Can’t wait,” he whispers, then kisses him softly, tilting his head and furrowing his brows. Steve’s hand tightens on his head, his other hand squeezing Eddie’s. “I love you so much.”

“I’m gonna marry you someday,” Steve says, eyes closed, lips smiling. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, gripping Steve’s shirt tightly.

He knows they can’t do that. He’s thought about it plenty, every time he’s twisted paper or wire or thread into rings and silently slipped them onto Steve’s finger. Late at night with Steve sleeping across from him, the time Eddie had to gently clean dry blood from his face. While they’ve sipped coffee while watching some sports game with Wayne.

He’s wished Steve was a girl. And then he’s thought that that would be pointless, because Eddie’s gay, and then he’s wished then he wasn’t gay, and that Steve was a girl. It was all a big mindfuck mess that just resulted in him crying.

Crying because he’s gay and because Steve is a man. Crying because he can’t marry him, or hold his hand and kiss him out in public. Crying because helovesSteve, in a way that’s so normal and domestic and so painfully average, but so beautiful in a way that no one else can see. So beautiful it makes his stomach twist and chest ache, that it makes him cry.

“Promise?” he whispers. Steve smiles. Nods. Kisses him gently.

“Promise.”

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The air feels oddly peaceful. The sun is out, and all Eddie can hear is Dustin’s laughter as he tackles him and reaches for the waistband of his underwear, grinning as Dustin screeches and tries to fight him off.

It’s probably the calm before the storm or whatever, Eddie thinks.

They’re both panting when Eddie lets go of him, tousling his hair roughly enough to make him giggle and stumble away from him, and he looks up to Steve.

Who’s already looking at him. Smiling, holding a glass bottle in his hands. Robin is talking to him, and Steve looks like he’s half listening, gazing back at Eddie. Eddie tilts his head, smiling softly.

“Go help the Sinclairs,” Eddie tells Dustin, picking up his trash can lid shield. Dustin nods, taking his own, flipping it over and looking at it proudly before trekking up the hill to meet them, and Eddie turns to go to Steve.

Robin sees him coming and snorts, slapping Steve’s shoulder and standing promptly.

“I’m gonna go visit Nance,” she says lightly.

“Yeah, you do that,” Steve says, and she shoots him a look at Eddie can’t quite read. Steve can read it, obviously. They can practically communicate just with eye contact. Eddie loves it.

He takes Robin’s seat, moves it closer to Steve just to press their knees together.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, taking a deep breath. He sets his shield in the grass. Steve looks at it.

“I’m okay,” he says softly, in a way that doesn’t sound very okay. “Just… I don’t know.”

“Talk to me.” Eddie watches the others. Nancy is showing Robin how to shoot the shotgun, standing behind her and adjusting her arms as Max watches. Steve is quiet for a moment.

“Robin said something that… I don’t know. Is stuck in my head.”

“What’s that?”

“She just… Said she has a bad feeling.”

Eddie looks at him. He looks tense, anxious, his eyes scanning the horizon like he’s looking for something.

“Tell her to shove that bad feeling up her ass,” Eddie says, and Steve scoffs, looking at him. “We’re gonna be fine.”

Steve stares at him.

His eyes soften, and he’s almost smiling, but not quite, and after a moment, he takes a breath, his lips parting to speak, but he doesn’t say anything.

“What is it?” Eddie asks softly. He can hear Robin laughing about something.

“I just…” Steve’s eyes flicker across his face. “I was gonna wait until everything was over to— to tell you, but…”

Eddie shifts to face him.

“Tell me what?” Steve hesitates, twisting the bottle in his hands, and Eddie’s stomach twists with it. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, ‘s just…” He takes a deep breath. “My parents are leaving. Hawkins. They’re moving. This summer,” he says choppily, anxiously, avoiding Eddie’s eyes. “They decided they’re done with Hawkins and the curse or whatever, but…” He takes another breath and looks up at Eddie, his eyes shining nervously. “They’re leaving me the house.”

Eddie blinks. He might have emotional whiplash.

“They’re… leaving you?”

Steve sighs, turning to face him.

“Forget about them,” he says. “They’re leaving me the house. And— And money.” He’s looking at Eddie almost desperately. “I wanna move in with you, and I wouldloveto move to Indianapolis or— or Boston or wherever someday, but I really wanna stay in Hawkins until the kids graduate and move wherever, and I thought…”

Eddie stares at him, and Steve drops the bottle, reaching over and grabbing his arm, holding him tightly.

“I was also gonna ask Robin to come, since she— she doesn’t get along with her parents, but I thought—” He cuts off to swallow, choking on his own voice. “You could have D&D in the basement. And we can have movie nights with all the kids, and Nancy can come over, and— and it’s secluded enough that no one will see you— I mean, we’ll get your charges dropped, but it’s still, like, safer, and you can bring your guitar and everything, and—”

“Steve,” Eddie interrupts weakly. Steve falls silent immediately, staring at Eddie, wide-eyed. “Yes.”

Steve exhales.

“Okay.”

Eddie smiled weakly.

“Where will we go after?” he asks softly. Steve tilts his head. “After the kids all grow up, and we… wanna get outta Hawkins.”

Steve shrugs.

“I’d be happy anywhere with you,” he says quietly. Eddie’s chest hurts. “We could just… take the van. Go everywhere. Or we could— we could sell the house, get a nice RV. Go on a road trip.”

“Where do you wanna go?”

Steve pauses, shrugging.

“We could go to a music festival,” he says, smiling, and Eddiebeams. “See Sabbath or Metallica or whatever.”

Eddie’s eyes burn, and he squeezes them shut, swallowing, and after a moment, Steve’s lips press to his in a chaste kiss. Eddie opens his eyes, looking at him.

Steve takes a deep breath and lets go of Eddie’s arm.

“We’re gonna be okay,” Eddie says softly. Steve looks at him again. The sun is shining in his eyes, making parts of his irises look like they’re glowing, making his hair shine like gold. Eddie falls in love all over again.

He takes Steve’s hand. Gazes at it. Feels Steve watch him. Doesn’t care if the others see.

He brushes his thumb over Steve’s knuckles and thinks about marrying him.

Silently, he released Steve’s hand and looks at his own, twisting and sliding the ring off his left hand before he reaches for Steve’s again.

The ring is too big for his ring finger, but fits nicely on his index finger. Steve doesn’t say anything as Eddie slides it on, as he just holds his hand a moment and looks at it, touching it. When Eddie finally looks up at him, nerves bundling in his stomach, Steve’s eyes are brimming with tears, and he looks back at Eddie before looking away, swallowing.

He’s smiling. Eddie lifts his hand and presses his lips to his knuckles.

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Eddie doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to let Steve out of his sight.

But he has to.

His eyes get caught on his ring on Steve’s fingers every time it flashes, shines in the light.

Steve’s eyes shine even in the Upside Down. His gaze is intense as he looks at Eddie, like he’s trying to say something without words.

“Keep 'em busy for a minute or two. We'll take care of Vecna. Don't try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just...”

Eddie almost zones out while Dustin talks to him, snaps back into his body just to say that he and Dustin arenot heroes.

And then Steve is turning away, starting to leave, and it’s like the world is crashing down around Eddie, and his chest is tight, and he’s saying Steve’s name before he can stop himself. Steve turns to look at him again, and Eddie can tell that he feels the same way, like the air is wrapped too tightly around him.

“…Make him pay.”

Steve stares back at him for a moment, his eyes flicking back and forth between Eddie, and then he’s stepping up close to him, and Eddie thinks for a second that he’s about to kiss him.

But he just presses two fingers into his chest, and Eddie forgets to breathe. Steve hesitates, his mouth opening with a soft breath, stammering, blinking hard in a way that means he’s trying not to cry.

“Comebackto me.”

Eddie inhales, reaching up and holding Steve’s hand to himself for a moment. The ring is cold. He nods.

Eddie watches them go. Robin touches Steve’s back as they’re leaving, and even as he walks away, Eddie can see his should rise and fall as he takes a shuddering breath. Eddie swallows, balling his hands into tight fists and squeezing.

“What the hell was that?” Dustin asks.

Eddie exhales, relaxing his hands and shaking them slightly.

“Ask me that again when we’re not facing certain death.”

Dustin is quiet, and after a few moments Eddie turns to look at him. He’s staring at him, an odd, unreadable look in his eyes, and Eddie knows he’s figuring it out.

“…Okay.”

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It’s so cold.

It doesn’t even hurt anymore. He’s just trembling, shivering, clutching weakly at Dustin’s jacket as Dustin holds him and cries. Shakes him. Yells his name.

“‘M okay,” Eddie says softly. “‘S fine, Henderson.”

He’s losing consciousness. He doesn’t want to. He tries not to, squeezing his hand on Dustin’s jacket, taking a ragged breath, but he can barely feel it, and his eyes fall shut.

When he opens them, Steve is hovering over him, tears streaking down his face, but his brows are furrowed, lips pursed in focus, and he wrapping something around Eddie’s waist tightly as Dustin does the same to Eddie’s arm. And Eddie feels like he’s on fire.

He lets out a wail, a scream, and his voice is rough and ragged and raw, and he can just hear Steve’s soft, “I know, baby, I know.”

“Fuck, it hurts,” Eddie cries. Steve nods, tying the fabric off tightly, and Eddie sobs.

“I know, I know, I know.” Steve is breathing hard, muttering under his breath, and Nancy’s voice calls Robin’s name sharply.

Steve moves, grabbing Eddie’s bandana off his head and shifting so he’s holding Eddie, pressing the bandana to his cheek. Eddie whimpers in pain. The salt of his tears hurts his skin.

“I’ve got you,” Steve is murmuring, crying. “You’re fine, Eddie, it’s okay, it’s just… We just need to get you to a doctor, it’s gonna be fine—”

“Steve,” Eddie says weakly, lifting a hand. Steve takes it, the ring clicking against Eddie’s. His hands are covered in blood. Eddie’s blood.

“You’re okay, baby, it’s fine, it’s just— It’s the same as mine, right? We’ll have matching scars.” Steve’s voice is trembling.

“Stevie.” Eddie exhales shakily. Coughs. His mouth tastes like metal. “I love you.”

“Stop,” Steve says, his voice thick. His tears are landing in Eddie’s face, in his dirty hair. “Don’t— Don’t do that, you’re gonna be fine, Eddie.” He sobs, clutching at Eddie’s hand. Eddie tries to squeeze back. He can’t. “Robin, help!”

“I love you so much,” Eddie murmurs.

“Stop, Eddie, you’re okay,” Steve cries. He’s squeezing Eddie’s hand so tightly it almost hurts. “You’re gonna be fine, baby, I promise.” He’s leaning over Eddie, his shoulders shaking as he sobs. Eddie reaches up with his other hand. Touches his face. His cheek and lips. Wipes his tears.

“My beautiful boy,” he breathes. He lets his eyes close, and Steve’s hand touches his face, shaking him.

“Eddie!”

“‘M just…” Eddie takes a breath. “‘M just resting my eyes.”

“No, you’re fucking not.”

Eddie laughs weakly, coughing, forcing his eyes open to find Steve above him. There’s blood on his face, and Eddie realises his hand has fallen.

“I love you.”

“Don’t do that, Eddie.”

“Just say it back, Stevie. Please.”

Steve chokes, squeezing his eyes shut, and more tears fall down his face, leaving tracks in the dirt and blood on his skin.

“I love you so much,” he says weakly, his voice thin, and Eddie smiles at him. “I love you so much, Eddie, I love you.”

Eddie exhales and drifts. His eyes find them sky above them. It’s dark, and cloudy, and he can’t find the sun anywhere. He wonders if he should have listened to Aunt Laura, if God is really waiting for him. If he should have tried harder. (But he’s tried so hard, he really has. And he’s tired.) But he’s surrounded by the dead bodies of demon bats, and Max might be dead, and he wants to cry because he doesn’t know. If God is real, he isn’t watching them.

The world is darkening, and it smells like ash and blood and his throat is dry, and he’s dying in the arms of the man he loves, somewhere God can’t see.

His eyes close. He can’t open them. Steve is crying.

He wonders if this is death, if he’s stuck in his body, silent and unmoving, forever, but he realises that he’s not dead. He’s still breathing. He knows because it hurts.

He’s barely conscious of his body being moved, lifted, pushed and pulled, of the sound of people around him crying and yelling.

And then the world falls silent.

#i am so sorry #also this one is getting two parts #the next part is steves pov <3 and eddie lives dw #anyway go drink some water and eat something yummy #love u <3 #steddie #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #hideout series

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off the table (steve rogers x reader)

warning: very angsty, fluff and a little smut but nothing too graphic. ALSO ENDGAME SPOLIERS!!

a/n: based on a request i got from @buckythetinman for the song “off the table” by ariana grande!! i loveeeee this song. 🤍✨🥺

this was supposed to be a blurb but i turned out to be superrrr long so i’m sorry for that and i’m also sorry for any spelling mistakes! i got a little confused with the time travel stuff but it’s okay i think.

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Will I ever love the same way again? (Way again) Will I ever love somebody like the way I did you?

despite how happy steve seemed in the present day, finally adjusted with your help, you knew deep down he still wished to go back and know what could’ve been. what life would be like with his beloved peggy carter. so when the topic of time travel was brought up, you didn’t know whether to be excited or worried.

when the big “time heist” began you were teamed with the others to go back to 2012 to find the tesseract. but that mission went south very quickly and it was suggested that steve and tony go even father back to 1970. you and scott shared your doubts of the new plan, warning them that they didn’t have enough particles to come back after that. but they went anyway, and when they came back, you were relieved but you noticed steve was acting different. it was like he was stuck in a daze after that and you were worried that he’d seen something he maybe shouldn’t have. your suspicions were proven correct when you caught him looking at his compass. something you hadn't seen since you first started dating.

Never thought you'd be so damn hard to replace

I swear it don't need to be this way

the fight with thanos and his army had taken a big toll on you. physically, mentally and emotionally. bruises littered your whole body but the most pain you felt was in your heart. you tried to accept both natasha and tony’s deaths and be grateful for all the people that were alive because of them. but you just couldn’t. the first few nights after tony’s funeral, steve held you in bed as you cried. he helped you shower and encouraged you to eat when you couldn’t bring yourself to. and you tried your best to help him through the grieving process too, despite how helpless you felt. he refused it most of the time but was grateful nonetheless. and after you cried yourself to sleep, he would pull his compass out of the bedside drawer and look at the picture of peggy, and sighed at the thought of seeing her again. but then he would feel you nuzzling into his side, looking calmer than you’d had in days, and his heart sank at the thought of leaving you so vulnerable. would it be worth it?

you noticed the way he was pulling away from you. first he started staying in tonys basement lab late nights with bruce. he felt bad coming back to your shared room and seeing you in the same position you were in from when he left you that morning. but he was doing what he thought was right. he was hoping that not being close to you now, would make it not hurt so bad when he left.

this continued for a while. he started to think you’d die of starvation so he asked wanda to take you food, to which she said “you’re her boyfriend. this is supposed to be your job.” he brushed her off with an “i’ve been busy.” she took it upon herself to look in his head to see exactly what he was so busy with that he couldn’t look after his girl. and she was shocked to see a daydream of him going back in time and being reunited and happy with another woman, to which she recognized as margaret carter.

If I can't have you, is love completely off the table?

Do I sit this one out and wait for the next life? (Next life)

he missed you before he even left. the night before he was set to take the stones back it all hit him at once. how you’d been there for him through so much, and now he was leaving you? he tried justifying it by thinking you’d want him to be happy. but what about your happiness?

that evening he was determined to show you how much you meant to him, how much he loved you. he went into your room and saw that you weren’t in bed. he panicked for a second until he heard the shower running. he was proud of you for getting out of bed to freshen up, but remembered how he had been no help in it. he sat on the bed you two had been sharing and waited for you to come out. and when you did he felt his heart flutter and break at the same time. you were wearing one of his shirts, which he never got tired of seeing you in. but after taking in the rest of your appearance more clearly, he almost gasped. you looked so much more thinner than he last recalled, clearly a sign you still had yet to eat a proper meal. your eyes were puffy and skin looked dull.

he didn’t hesitate to stand up and engulf you in one of the tightest hugs he’d ever given. it surprised you at first and you couldn’t help but sob as you held him. you missed this. steve held back tears as he let out a sad “i love you so much y/n. i’m so sorry i haven’t been there for you.”

that night, he made love to you like it was the first time again. his showed how sorry he was by kissing every inch of your weak body and never going a minute without telling you how much he adored you. after hours of passion, steve held you in his arms and watched as you slept, trying to memorize every single one of your features. he pulled you close one last time and whispered to your sleeping body. “maybe we’d have our happy ending in another life, y/n. i just don’t think it’ll be this one.”

Am I too cold? Am I not nice?

Might not be quite yet healed already

Should I be goin' too steady? (Too steady)

But I just wanna know is love completеly off the table?

the next morning, you woke up in the arms of your boyfriend. and for the first time in a long time, you felt that things were turning up. you turned to see him already awake, though it looked like he had been crying. you reached up to hold his face in your hands. “what’s wrong stevie?” you asked, tiredly. he rubbed a hand up and and down your waist and exhaled. “i just love you so much baby.” he said. you wrapped yourself around him and ran your hands through his silky blonde hair. “i love you too” you giggled and he felt his heart swell. you pulled away just enough to see his face. he opened his mouth to speak but hesitated. you nodded, encouraging him to go on. “i uh..” he started, “i have to take the stones back today.”

you tensed under his hold and he felt it. “how long will you be gone?” you wondered aloud. steve let out a small sigh and didn’t answer right away, because truth be told, he didn’t even know. what would be days on the mission for him could possibly be only a few minutes for you or vice versa. it had been discussed with him that he’d have to go back to 1970 and was aware of the fact that he’d risk seeing peggy again. so he just gave the only answer he felt he could give. “i don’t know...not long.”

I'll wait for you Even though it always feels like I'll be number two

To someone you can't hold anymore

If you let me in, I'm ready to give you what I couldn't before

before you knew it, you were standing next to the podium and watched as bruce prepared the machine for steve to leave. you already accepted the thought of him not coming back before he even went through. and even though it pained you, there’s nothing you wanted more than for him to be happy, even if that meant him leaving you for someone else. he didn’t have to tell you, or explain what he was really going to do. you were always good at reading him, which is one of the things he loves most about you. but you guessed it wasn’t enough for him to stay.

so as you wished him luck, you gave him a knowing glance. a look of guilt washed over him as he mouthed a small “i love you”. and then he was gone.

'Cause I got you, girl, let me help you through it

You're trying to fill the void with a couple boys

I can see right through it (You can see right through it)

steve had told bucky what he was going to do. and he was furious. he’d grown close to you in the short years you’d known each other and it was safe to say he was very protective of you. he refused to let steve leave you, especially after all the loss you’d been through recently. but again, his heart was set. he knew bucky would take care of you. and that’s exactly what happened when steve was taking longer to come back than he should’ve.

you guess you hadn’t accepted his departure after all, cause in the midst of sam and bruce’s panic, you fell to your knees in a sob. clutching your chest as tears streamed down your face, bucky was quick to hug you. he didn’t say anything because really...what could he?

I can love you harder than I did before Was in a dark place back then

I was toxic, then I was toxic to someone else

I was haunted by the hills (Oh yeah, yeah)

I couldn't give you my all, but I will

If you let me in your arms (Your arms)

If you let me in your heart

I don't think that love's completely off the table

steve regretted leaving. he thought this was what he wanted. when he went back and saw peggy again, he felt his heart pounding, but he thinks that it was just out of nerves. after their reunion, peggy took them home and they shared their dance as he promised they would before he went into the ice. but something was off.

dancing with her almost felt wrong. her body didn’t fit as perfectly with his as he’d imagined. he brushed it off again as nerves but the longer the evening went with her, the more doubts crept up on him and he started to worry if this was all a mistake. peggy felt it too. she asked him about the future, how his life was like and what he’d experienced. he told her about saving bucky, the avengers and even going to space. without even noticing, he’d began talking about you. “who’s y/n?” she asked him. he registered what he had said and paused. “she’s uh- she’s a good friend.” she noted the dull glimmer in his eyes whenever he’d speak of this “y/n” but never brought it up. she didn’t want to spoil her second chance with him.

but overtime it seemed to spoil itself. steve and peggy seemed to have little in common, which often led to disagreements. another thing he began to notice overtime was how much he missed little things about the future. modern technology, the internet and most importantly, you.

how could he have left? you were happy together, had so much in common despite being born in two separate time periods. he understood your feelings and you understood his and he missed everything about you. he thought going back to his past would have been exciting and amazing but nothing was exciting without you next to him.

I don't think that love's completely off the table

he needed to come home to you.

he remembered about dr.pym’s lab and knew that with what he’d learned with tony and bruce, he could maybe manage to pull it off. steve didn’t care how long it would take. he just wanted you in his arms again.

Will you be there? (Yes, I will be there for you)

Can I still love you? (Yes, I been hurt before, before)

Not yet healed or ready (Not ready)

Should I be goin' too steady? (Too steady, no, no)

Just wanna know is love completely off the table?

of course there was still uncertainty while he worked through his plan. would you take him back? what if you’d moved on in the time he was gone? did you still love him? he hoped you were okay at least, that you found a way to be happy while he was gone. he explained to peggy what he wished to do and although she was upset to have him leave again, she couldn’t bring herself to stop him.

it took him three months to work it out along with the help of howard stark. and with a new determination, steve was excited to see you. standing on the platform, he pulled out his compass and opened it to look at a picture of you that had replaced peggy’s and gave a sad smile. “i’m coming home” he whispered.

So can you hold me?

If I let you, can you prove it to me? (Oh, no-no, no)

when steve returned to the present, he found the area surrounding the machine empty. everything was quiet save for the whirring the platform settling down. it didn’t look too different to when he had left but long enough for him to see the difference in the greenery. the trees looked taller and the grass that surrounded the area was longer, so he could only assume it had been quite some time for you. looking around the outside of the cabin, he found a way inside and managed to find the keys to one of tony’s cars. his drive back to the city went by in a blur, his mind too caught up in thinking of you. he was relieved to arrive at the compound and see it hadn’t changed much. there were still agents training outside and people coming in and out of the building. parking the car right in front, he took a deep breath and marched right inside, paying no attention to the people’s shocked faces and whispered, obviously bewildered to see the captain back after they learned he had gone back to the past. not wanting to wait for the elevators, he decided to take the stairs, wasting no time in going towards the residential floor you all had called home. in the midst of his quick actions, he almost didn’t hear a voice that was calling his name.

“steve?”

he turned to see bucky. confusion etched on his face. his hair was the first thing steve noticed, it was way shorter than before. he was snapped out of it when he remembered his mission to find you

“bucky! y/n. where’s y/n?” steve questioned. steve was glad to see his face, but bucky couldn’t say the same for himself. bucky didn’t know how to feel after seeing his friend. what the hell was he doing here?

“bucky please i need to see her!!” steve pleaded and as much as bucky wished it were that simple, he knew it wasn’t. it had been almost a year for them of being without steve and in that time bucky had helped to piece your life back together. you still had your bad days but he was still proud to say that with his help you were finally getting over him. he didn’t want all that time and effort to go down the drain if you saw steve, only to have him leave again. bucky shared his worries with him while steve continued pleading for you.

“bucky i SWEAR. i know it was a mistake but i promise i’m not leaving. i miss her buck just please i need her back!” steve professed. when bucky opened his mouth to object again he was interrupted by your voice as you walked out to the stairwell. “bucky? you okay? i heard some yelli-“ you froze. both men looked at you with wide eyes.

'Cause I need you to calm me down, babe

Gotta get out of my head (Oh, woah)

Tryna be here from this bed (Oh)

Just wanna know, just wanna know, know, know, baby (Hey)

steve was the first to speak. “hey n/n.” he said carefully, he could see the fear in your face and didn’t want to scare you away. he took a step towards you and that’s when you snapped out of your daze. you took in a sharp breath and a step back. there’s no way, you thought. you were imagining things. he wasn’t here. this wasn’t real. but then he reached and held your hand and the familiar warmth he gave off was enough to confirm the reality. it really was him. you let out a shaky breath and felt a tear run down your face. steve couldn’t take the wait anymore and pulled you tight against his body, you melting into him almost immediately. the smell was enough to make you choke on your tears.

“what are you doing here?” you asked him.

he gave a small teary smile. “told you i’d come back didn’t i?”

Can you touch it like you believe in it, baby? (Oh, hey)

Let me think you never gonna leave on me, baby

'Cause I ain't her and you ain't him, thankfully (Baby, don't leave)

But it's gon' be hard to let someone else in again (Woah)

Baby, baby (Woo-hoo)

steve was surprised that you had forgiven him so soon but you just couldn’t help it. he was back and you couldn’t be upset at him when he told you he’d never leave again. after all, he always kept his word one way of another. bucky left you two alone and you lead steve to the common room to catch up and figure out what would happen next. because looking back, steve left you for another woman and although you were grateful for his return, you didn’t know if continuing your relationship was the best option.

“steve how can i believe you? how do i know that you won’t think that this is a mistake and leave me again.” you confessed, sitting across from him.

Will you be there? (Will you be there? I'll still wait)

Can I still love you? (I'll still wait for you, babe, oh, no-no, no, can I still love you?)

Not yet healed or ready (Ooh, not ready)

Should I be goin' too steady? (No, no, ooh)

Just wanna know is love completely off the table, baby?

“i understand y/n.” he said. “and trust me when i say this doll, i’ll wait until you’re ready. and i’ll do everything i can to prove to you how sorry i am. i was so stupid for leaving but now i’m here and i can’t life a happy life unless you’re in it. i love you. i just want to know that this isn’t over.”

you put a hand on his cheek.

“trust me. it’s far from over.” you smiled at him.

I swear, I swear

I will wait for you whenever you need

Ooh, ooh

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omg i’m so sorry this is so long i got way ahead of my self. but i hope you enjoyed!!

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #little marvel baby fic

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lady-himbo · 3 years

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In Your Shadow

sort of Javier Peña x reader, platonic!Steve Murphy x reader (she/her pronouns; no Y/N used)

Javi keeps getting the credit for work he didn’t do, and she’s pissed. Chaos ensues.

Word count: 2500+

Warnings: angst and frustration, lots of cursing, potentially horrid Spanish (I’m learning, I promise), smoking

A/N: This is based on the song Shadow by Unlike Pluto. You can find pieces of the lyrics in the dialogue. You can also find the translations of everything said in Spanish at the end! Feel free to correct me on anything; like I said, I’m learning Spanish, and I appreciate any advice. <3

“... and thank you again to Agente Peña for providing this invaluable intel.” As the meeting adjourned and several individuals voiced their praise, she charged out of the briefing room and into the office, seething, death-gripping her files to her chest. Hot on her heels, Steve attempted to pacify her.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean to steal your thunder, honey. He’s just-”

“What? He’s just what, Steve? A senior agent? Running the show? A man? Tell me, what exactly justifies him getting credit for the shit I’ve worked months on?!” The files were starting to crumple in her grasp.

“Well, I don-”

“This isn’t even the first time he’s done it! He’s gotten recognition for my informants, my intel, my translations, my briefings, my goddamn livelihood!” Her voice was starting to raise in pitch and volume as tears gathered in her eyes. Steve held his hands up, trying to silently reason with her. “I can’t win, Steven! I work my ass off day and night for this fuckin’ job, only to have the rug pulled out from under me because I’m ‘not working as hard’ as holier-than-thou Javier goddamn Peña and his massive ego! I have to live under it and, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, it casts giant shadows!”

Unfortunately, the source of her rage had picked an inopportune time to waltz in. With only a second to register Steve’s panicked look, Javi might as well have wandered into the middle of a firing squad. The execution probably wouldn’t have been half as painful.

“You motherfucker!” she yelled, slamming the now torn and wrinkled papers onto her desk with a clatter. “You lying, power-hungry, manipulative bastard! You fuck every other woman you get the chance to, but you’ve decided to fuck my life instead! I’ve worked for fucking months; hundreds of hours and sleepless nights on this information, and you’ve taken all the credit! Again!”

Javi, oblivious to the full impact of this outburst, opted for the worst possible response. “Come on, sweetheart, we’re working as a team. Plus, you asked me to hand it in to Noonan. If you wanted to take credit for it so badly, you should’ve just talked to her yourself!” Steve visibly cringed and gestured for him to cut it out. Too late.

She stalked forward and, though Javi tried to back up, she had him backed into a corner. “You pompous ass! ¡Más tonto y no naces!” She’d broken out her Spanish. Oh boy. “I can’t even talk to Noonan because she always tells me to run my ideas by your incompetant ass! You cast a shadow over everything I try to do; it’s not like I can get anything worthwhile done when your massive ego’s towering over my ambitions!” She jabbed a finger into his chest, punctuating her words. “Nothing I’ve ever done here has ever mattered to the agency, because I live in your shadow and you’ve taken all of it from me! When will you move out of my way and stop treating me like a fucking doormat?!”

Javi was starting to get defensive, which was never a good sign, especially when Spanish started to get sprinkled in. “¡Oh, lo siento mucho!” he shot back sarcastically. “I wasn’t aware that all the work you get authorized by me to do was proprietary!”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” she spat. “All you had to do was say the report was from me! It’s not proprietary, Peña, it’s my goddamn right to present the information that I spent my own money, overtime, health, and physical fucking safety to acquire! I’m sorry that I have a genuine interest in making sure this case gets handled right instead of spending my every waking moment getting my dick wet in my informants!”

A small group was starting to gather near the office, waiting to hear if Peña finally got his ass handed to him. This didn’t seem to bother either agent as they glared each other down. With Peña’s pride now on the line, no holds were barred, and he was ready to bust out personal attacks.

“Any competent agent would’ve just handed their shit in themselves, but no, you’ve gotta rely on someone else to do it for you.” He was livid; his pride had been damaged while he was riding the high of gloat and achievement, like getting laid and immediately being punched in the balls. She wasn’t letting this one go, and it was obvious he wasn’t either. “God! You’re like a cloud every time you walk in here, bitching about how little sleep you’re getting or how your work is piling up; a fuckin’ rain on my parade!” He stepped forward, crowding her, his posture more and more assertive with every word. “¡Madura de una vez! You’re an adult, a government agent, taking down a drug cartel run by Pablo fuckin’ Escobar! No one’s getting sleep, and it certainly doesn’t help when you’re whining about it! Maybe if you stopped, you’d have time to turn in your own reports and get the credit you don’t deserve!”

Escobar himself could’ve walked through the office and no one would’ve noticed. Javi’s mouth slammed shut the moment the words left, but they seemed to echo in the eerily silent office. Her shoulders sagged, and she stumbled back a few steps, trying to steady herself.

“Fuck, I-” Javi choked on his words. Her eyes were red, her cheeks stained, but her face was frighteningly level.

“Yeah, tienes razón.” Her voice was hollow, tired. “It’s always stormy lately. I guess I’m just under too much pressure; it’s driving me insane. There’s only one way to relieve it.” She slipped off her gun holster and unclipped her badge, pressing them into his chest. “I quit.” Without a second glance, she stormed out of the office.

Two weeks later, her desk was cleared out, her files and informants were on a list to be redistributed to the rest of the unit, and the office was uncomfortably heavy. Javi was smoking way more than usual, everyone avoided him like the plague, Steve was bored, the case was at a standstill, and the quiet was palpable. She was no longer a colorful presence flitting around the tables, leaving a rainbow of Post-it Notes in her wake, charting cell signals, calling out for advice, chatting on the phone in Spanglish, humming quietly or bobbing her head to the radio, popping up to refill her coffee cup and offering to refill everyone else’s every couple hours, then rushing off to the bathroom when she’d had too much. She was a constant presence the unit soon realized they’d taken advantage of.

The phone on Steve’s desk rang mid-morning, and he stifled a yawn as he picked it up. “Murphy,” he grunted.

“Hey, Stevie,” came a familiar voice. “¿Qué pasa?”

He brightened. “Hey, hon.” He felt some of the tension leave him, but it was still there. “We’re fuckin’ stuck. Nothing’s happening, everyone’s lifeless, and Javi’s still moping. Eso es lo que pasa.” He could hear her breathy laugh; she was always proud when he practiced his conversational Spanish with her. She’d told him she felt it was an honor he was comfortable enough to try it out around her. “What’s up with you?”

“Ahí vamos; he estado mejor. I’m sorry you have to deal with-” she stopped and huffed, then her words became muffled. “Tengo una cita con la embajadora, huevón. ¡Estoy al teléfono!” She yelped. “¡Tócame otra vez y te rompo la nariz!” There was a brief commotion, then a thump, and suddenly, her voice became clear again. “Sorry, I’m waiting on Noonan. I’m supposed to meet with her today to finalize my paperwork.”

Steve sighed. “You’re really going through with this, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” Another voice called her name in the background, then spoke quietly for a moment. “What?! ¿Qué quiere decir ‘no está aquí’?” The voice spoke again, then there was a pause. “Okay… Si, todo bien… Está bien. Listo.” Then, back to Steve: “Noonan didn’t show. Some emergency meeting. Just great; I guess I’m rescheduling.”

“Maybe it’s fate!” Steve teased, only half joking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Javi trudge across the office to the coffee pot, give it a long, forlorn look, then trudge back towards his desk. His eyes were heavy, his shirt rumpled, even his mustache looked sad. As he plopped down amongst towers of papers, Steve cleared his throat and made a show of nestling the handset under his chin. “Well, whatever the case, that gives me time to convince you to stay with us. Your desk looks stupid empty.” Though he was deliberately looking away, he could see Javi’s head and shoulders snap up like he’d heard a gunshot. On the other end of the line, she laughed.

“Don’t try to sweet talk me, Murphy. I’d welcome the company, though.”

“Of course!” he replied, making sure his smile was as cheesy as possible. “I’ll meet you outside in a little bit?” She agreed.

Steve busied himself with pretending to look busy for the next half hour, then announced he was going to talk to Carrillo. As soon as he turned the corner and was sure he was out of sight, he watched Javi scramble out of his seat and out the door.

Outside the building, she was sitting on a bench, her back turned. Lazy wisps of cigarette smoke danced in the wind in front of her figure, and Javi suddenly felt very insecure. He called her name, uncomfortable with the way his voice wavered. She jumped, then, after a beat, slowly turned towards him. “Come mierda, Javier.” He didn’t let her words deter him, approaching the side of the bench. She glared up at him. “No me joda. I’ll finish up in a second and leave.” He wrung his hands, feeling small under her stare.

“I’m going to sit with you,” he declared.

“Please go,” she said, softer this time. “I just wanna feel the wind one last time before I leave. Just wanna look at this shitty masterpiece of a city; really take it in.”

He ignored her plea and sat, far enough away that he didn’t feel like he was ganging up on her. They just sat, and she took long, deep drags of her cigarette. After she eventually ground the butt into the pavement, he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” He left the declaration hanging in the wind for a moment, before plunging on. “I’m sorry for what I said, and what I’ve been doing to you. I’ve been a selfish asshole, and you were right to call me out on that. I’m not going to convince you to stay, because you don’t deserve to be dealing with my bullshit all the time. You’re talented and selfless and I never appreciated everything you sacrificed for us until it was gone. I just- fuck, I feel like such a piece of shit.”

“You are.” He blinked owlishly. “You’re a self-centered, impulsive manwhore with a weird mixture of self-hatred and a superiority complex. You’ve been a horrible coworker and I almost feel ashamed that I tried so hard to be your friend.” He ducked his head, trying to hide his mortification. “Almost.”

He peered back up at her, cocking his head in confusion. “That said, you’re a great agent, kind and sympathetic when you wanna be, passionate about the work we do, and, when you keep a level head, you’re fun to work with. I don’t know if I can forgive you right now for all the shit you did, but your apology goes a long way. I appreciate that.”

She took a deep breath, then stilled, staring out into the movement and noise of Medellín. He watched her for a few minutes, though it felt like hours. He watched the clenching and unclenching of her jaw, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the flutter of her eyelashes; all the details he’d been too busy to notice. “Penny for your thoughts?”

She looked over, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know. I’m just thinkin’ about life. What I want to do.”

“I know it doesn’t amount to much, but I’d like you to stay.”

“I can’t- I mean, I can, it’s just that- fuck, I don’t even know,” she mumbled, furrowing her brows to try to stop a tear from slipping down her cheek. “It’s just that, by all official records, I’m pretty much worthless here, y’know? All my abilities go unnoticed and it’s like I’m not even there. I know you don’t mean to stand above me, but you are, and the shadow I live under is killing me. It’s taken my job, my self worth, my… being. I can’t live like that anymore, constantly working at the precipice of death, of destruction, of failure, and the one thing I can do to help isn’t even appreciated as my own. It’s just… cold.”

Javi nodded. “After you left, I went up to Noonan and explained what’d happened; that I didn’t deserve any of the credit I’d been given.”

“Well, that’s not true! The things that you did you deserve credit for. You’re incredibly talented, Javi, just not with my intel.”

“But… you do deserve the credit I get. You deserve so much more than you‘ve ever gotten. What I said was so selfish.”

She grabbed his hand. “Javi, selfishness aside, I know you’re in a dark place. We all are. After all, we’re government agents ‘taking down a drug cartel run by Pablo fuckin’ Escobar’ and we don’t get any sleep.” She smiled at her usage of the words he’d berated her with weeks earlier. “I should’ve taken more initiative to turn in my own work; it was silly of me to put that on you. I know you’ve got your own mess going on. Plus, I said a lot of awful things right back. Most of them I meant, some of them I didn’t, but I could’ve handled it all a lot better. I’m sorry we didn’t work this out earlier.”

Javi squeezed her hand, feeling a little warm tingle in his stomach. “Me too.” He sighed, raking his other hand through his hair. “I- er, we really do need your help. You’re priceless.” She exhaled sharply, tilting her head back and forth as if weighing her options.

“Fine. I’ll talk to Noonan.” Javi’s face lit up. “But on two conditions.” He nodded. “One: I get recognition for my past and future work, and two: you promise to work with me and call on me if we have any issues. We can’t have these communication errors any longer if we’re gonna catch these bastards.” She paused, then smiled lightly. “Also, you owe me a lot of coffee.”

Just as Javi agreed, Steve came out of the building. He stopped a few paces from them, looking back and forth from Javi’s pink cheeks and goofy grin, her teary eyes, and their interlaced hands. “I’m sorry, what did I miss?”

She laughed as they pulled their hands apart and she wiped the tears away. “I’m keeping my job.”

“That’s amazing! …Peña, what did you dose her with?” Javi let out the fakest laugh he could, but smiled along with it. She sighed softly, the breeze dancing across her skin.

“All I want is to cast my own shadow.”

Translations:

¡Más tonto y no naces! - If you were any dumber, you wouldn’t have been born!)

¡Oh, lo siento mucho! -> Oh, I’m so sorry!

¡Madura de una vez! -> Grow up!

tienes razón -> you’re right

¿Qué pasa? -> What’s up?

Eso es lo que pasa. -> That’s what’s up.

Ahí vamos; he estado mejor. -> Fine, I guess; I’ve been better.

Tengo una cita con la embajadora, huevón. ¡Estoy al teléfono! -> I have an appointment with the ambassador, asshole. I’m on the phone!

¡Tócame otra vez y te rompo la nariz! -> Touch me again and I’ll break your nose!

¿Qué quiere decir ‘no está aquí’? -> What do you mean ‘she’s not here’?

Si, todo bien… Está bien. Listo. -> Yeah, all good… all right. Okay.

Come mierda -> Eat shit

No me joda. -> Don’t fuck with me.

#narcos #javier peña x reader #javier peña #f!reader #winnie writes

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bucky-iss-bae · 3 years

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Right Person Wrong Time (Steve x Reader)

Soo this was a request from AGES ago - so sorry for taking so long with it. Hope I’ve done this justice xoxo

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Request: Would you ever do a Steve imagine of maybe used to be friends or date and one day he sees you in town either pregnant or with a kid so he thinks your married but the father isn’t in the picture for whatever reason you like ❤️❤️

(IF you wanna request something - I’m always available)

Warnings: None... that I can think of.

Word Count: 1600

A/N: This was kind of a shambles, I didn't get to do what I imagined when I wrote this, and I’m thinking of doing a part 2... potentially maybe xoxo

Masterlist

Steve was shocked when he saw you. It had been nearly 2 years since he had last seen you, and letting you go had been the biggest mistake in his life. Yet of all the cafes and coffee shops in Brooklyn, there you sat. A laptop in front of you, papers surrounding you, and coffee, most likely a chocolatey Frappuccino in front of you. He saw a cupcake wrapper, and another cupcake on another plate beside your notebook. He couldn’t help but just stare, in awe of your beauty. You were glowing. He knew how successful you’d become; he was sad that he wasn’t a part of it. But was so proud whenever he saw your name on the front of a book shop, or your book title named as number one.

Yours and Steve’s relationship was the definition of ‘Right person, wrong time’. You were both in love, a love that hasn’t died for him. A love that would never die. But the two of you were in two different parts of your lives, after a hectic few years he was settling back into life, whereas you were in the process of getting your first book published. It was difficult for you both, but you left on good terms, the both of you believing in if its meant to happen, you’ll cross paths once again.

This time he did cross paths with you, you hadn’t noticed him, shocked at that considering Bucky and Sam were arguing behind him over what to order, and Bucky refusing to go beyond black coffee.

But he was too late. He stared at your prodding baby bump realised you were well on your way to having everything you wanted. A family, a baby.

“Holy shit. Is that Y/N” Steve heard Sam ask, Steve turned to tell him to be quiet but it was too late, you had already seen the trio.

You smiled when you saw them, happy to see them, Especially Steve. You were shocked at how your heart still leapt out of your chest when you saw him, all those feelings you’ve harboured deep within you resurfacing. Steve Rogers was your first and only love. Nearly everything about your relationship was perfect, the two of you fit together like a jigsaw piece. You blended in well with his family, despite them being literal superheroes. It just meant that you could ask them questions about how fights work for some scenes in your book, or you were able to ask first-hand information on how different injuries could work. All the research you usually spent hours doing, you could just ask.

But most importantly you were in love with how Steve would do anything for you, he became your person, and his friends became a family to you. He was the one that got away.

You got up when you saw them, you saw Sam and Bucky’s shock to your baby bump, but Steve not as much. He must’ve realised you were here before you had seen or heard them.

“Shit Y/N” Sam said walking up to you and giving you a hug, “I’ve missed you, how you been?” After he hugged you Bucky also went up to you giving you the same treatment,

“You just gonna stand there Stevie?” You asked putting your arms out,

He smiled and hugged you, as soon as he had done, the both of you could feel the warmth and electricity that was still there after all this time.

“You boys in a rush, or did you want to join me?” You asked them,

“We’ve got nowhere to be” Bucky said, warily looking across at Steve, so the three of them went to join you at your table.

“Sorry for all this. It’s just, I’m getting through hopefully the final draft, and its so close to being perfect”

“We read your first one. It was amazing by the way, congratulations.” Bucky said,

“Thank you” You smiled, “That was a different stress, this it’s almost like I need to live up to that same potential. It’s painful because of how many opportunities could come from this”

“Hopefully you’re not stressing too much though huh?” Sam asked, “There’s a lot to congratulate you for”

You chuckled at that and stroked your bump, “Awh, yeah, my life, it’s taken a complete turn. It was a long process, don’t get me wrong. But I’m happy”

Steve’s heart sank slightly at that, knowing you were happy, yet the person you were with wasn’t him. He of course wanted you to be happy, but he figured the two of you would always grow old together.

“You deserve to be happy Y/N” Steve said, speaking up for the first time. His voice still sent shovers down your spine, in a good way of course.

“Who’s the lucky man?” Sam asked diving in straight for the difficult questions, that caused you to laugh a little.

“Don’t get me started Sam. Would you judge me if I said I don’t know” You had a cheeky smile on your face, loving when you told people this.

The three men looked at you confused. They were confused because you were never the type to have one-night stands. Steve instantly worried knowing you would be going through all of this alone. The other two just shocked at what you said.

“You know, we’ve got an amazing lab, I’m sure with the right DNA sample, someone could find out and track the father down” Sam suggested,

You shook your head, a smile still on your face, risking a glance at Steve, “I meant to get pregnant. Wait no. I went through ‘Artificial Insemination’, I just, I always said that before I turn 30 I want to be a mom. And I know its selfish of me, but I just… I wanted to be a mom, and figured now’s the perfect time. My 2nd book had started going through the editing process when I made the decision. And well after a long and complicated process, 6 months later here I am”

“So you’re single?” Steve asked causing Sam to snort,

You nodded at that, “Yup. As single as I can be, with a bun in the oven though of course”

The two boys looked at Steve, and then you. The two of you making eyes at each other. You were shy to announce that you’re planning on becoming a single mother. But the other two you had seen as brothers, and Steve is Steve. Steve was staring at you with the same look he always gave you. A look that you knew that he was still in love with you, but instead he looked proud.

“Hey Buck, I think they’re calling our name, let’s go” Sam said grabbing Steve from beside you, the two of them leaving.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been in shock I think since I’ve seen you” Steve mumbled while rubbing his thumb over your hand,

You nodded, “I know. It’s okay though. How have you been?” You asked Steve,

“I’ve… been good. I’ve missed you. That’s for damn sure, but I’ve been good. Better than I was. Living in the Avengers compound at the moment. Rent around here is unnecessary. How about you, I’m just… so prod of what you’ve made of yourself. I always knew that your books would become best sellers. Seeing your name on the shelves. I couldn’t explain the feeling.”

“It means a lot” You whispered, “It shocked me. I didn’t expect to become as big as I had done. A lot of good things have been coming my way since. And with this baby, its like everything for me is nearly perfect”

“Nearly huh?” He asked looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes,

“I mean Mr Rogers, I just… I missed you like hell as well. I always figured you were the one that got away. And seeing you stood there, it just, those feelings never went away”

“They didn’t?” He asked, “Then you should know that I’m still madly in love with you as well.”

“We’ve both changed so much though…”

“I don’t care. Change is good right. We always said if we crossed paths once again…”

“But I’m pregnant” you then added,

“Makes it all the more perfect. Let me take you out. On a date. Let me woo you like I used to, let me make you mine again. Only if you let me”

“You want to still take me out?”

“It’s only ever been you” He said shaking his head, “Everyone knows that.”

You couldn’t help the smile that had crossed your face, everything would really be perfect now if you did have Steve by your side. You eyes were slightly glistening in happy tears, and he had a concerned look on his face,

“It’s hormones” you said shaking your head, “I just… I’m happy. It sounds weird, because I’ve only just seen you. But I’m so happy to see you Steve. It just… it makes everything perfect. I’m being Dramatic I know. But again hormones, me being happy”

He smiled at that, “It’s not being dramatic. I’ve got you Y/N. And I’m not missing any of it from now on. We’ll get back to where we were, and we’ll get there together”

It was true, you believed Steve’s words. Because something about the two of you connected. It always had. Steve believed this to. When he saw you, your pregnant stomach, he still had hope as selfish as it may seem. But a thought that also went through his head that it was too late, he hadn’t loved you enough when it mattered, and now someone else did and you would never be his. The thought crushed him, it broke his heart because for him, you’re it. But he’s been given a second chance, the same way he had done at life, he knew with this second chance, the two of you would start the perfect family.

A/N - Like I said, I wanted this to be better, but it is what it isssss - also nil kinda got some inspo from ‘The Backup Plan’

#Steve Rogers x Reader #Steve rogers #steve rogers fic #steve rogers one shot #Steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #Captain America #captain america x reader #Steve Rogers Imagine #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #One Shot #Potentially

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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hello! i know you’re on a break and you don’t have to write this but i just thought of this and i’m a little obsessed with the idea so i thought i’d share! Imagine Olympian Steve and Billy, like snowboarder Billy and ice skater Steve (who could also be non-binary or gender non conforming) ?? and they are both super dedicated and they meet at the olympics one year and just hit it off, start dating in secret beacuse they don’t want the press that comes with being a olympic couple (part 1)

(part 2) and the only people that know are close friends but then when they show up for the olympics a few years after they met something happens to one of them, my thought is Billy totally crashes and gets hurt and steve doesn’t even know until after he preformed and he’s sitting with his coach and a reporter is giving an update on billy’s condition and steve overhears it and just breaks down, and people are filming him just sobbing his eyes out... (part 3) Steve ends up getting in the top three but they can barley stand on the podium they are so freaked out nobody’s telling them anything and he can’t even pull the significant other card to go see him because then he’s outing them and it’s very awful meanwhile Billy, whose doing pretty good just like a broken arm or something, is sitting in a hospital bed watching steve preform and being very proud and hen promptly freaking out because steve is suddenly bawling... (part 4) finally steve is able to go see billy and they are literally so relived to see he’s doing ok but they are both big time emotional and the internet is already theorizing about why steve was so freaked out so they decide to come out about their relationship and steve just plans on like casually mentioning it during an interview but billy decides to be extra and proposed to steve on live tv, they end up crying a lot more but obviously say yes (sorry this was so long)

This request has awakened my deep seeded LOVE of Shaun White. He was one of my first famous people crushes back when he was mostly skateboarding and let me TELL YOU the most recent winter olympic games, when he made his come back, and he almost didn’t get gold, but then he DID and the announcer went “the flying tomato flew again tonight!” I LOST IT!!!1

Plus I like the winter games more than the summer ones 🤷‍♀️

The beginning is loosely based off the fact that the Olympic Village is apparently just like, one big orgy the whole time lmao

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing.”

Billy, of course, knew who Steve Harrington is. His eyes had been glued to the screen in the PT room as he watched Steve compete, sakting beautifully in the Men’s Individuals to earn silver and make it look easy, helping the U.S. team to earn overall gold.

Granted, Billy had walked away with golds in slopestyle and halfpipe, and he wanted to celebrate.

Steve turned to Billy, dark eyes flicking over him.

“No thank you.” They turned back around, finishing their drink and placing the empty cup on the bar top.

“I’m, sorry?”

“I said no thank you.”

“No thank you to what?”

“To having sex with you.”

“I never said anything about having sex?”

“You slid over here, called me pretty, and gave me hard bedroom eyes. You wanna plow me, and I’m just not in the mood.” They went to push past Billy, put he took their wrist, holding loosely.

“Look, I’m sorry. I really did just come over to talk. I respect the hell out of you. You’re incredibly talented and just came onto the scene. I mean, this is your first Olympics, right?” They glanced at him through their lashes, nodding slowly. “I took me, like two games before I even got bronze. You’re a fucking good athlete. Just wanted to say.” He let go of their wrist. They bit their lip.

“You wanna buy me a drink? Keep telling me what a good athlete I am?” Billy grinned as they slip back into their stool.

Billy threw himself onto the couch, head resting in Steve’s lap. He groaned loudly, tracking Steve’s face for some kind of response.

He groaned again, louder this time. Steve bit their lip, trying not to laugh as they watched the tv.

He groaned one more time.

“Oh, gosh, Billy. Didn’t even notice you down here.”

They had stayed up all night that first night they met in person, had talked for hours about how they found their respective sports, what growing up was like.

Steve came from a little town in the Midwest. A little town in the Midwest that bred hockey players like nowhere else. Steve’s father had put them in hockey when they were young enough to stand on skates, but then Steve started showing a rapidly growing interest in figure skating, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Billy was always a skateboarder at heart. He grew up in California, bumming around the Venice Beach skate park with his friends whenever they could, skipping school to grind rails. And then his dad got married, and uprooted the whole family, moving them a few states over to fucking Utah. Billy figured snowboarding was close enough to skating that he could figure it out. So he did. And he loved it.

He and Steve had moved in together three years ago, almost exactly a year into their relationship. Steve wanted to begin working with a new coach, so Billy packed up his boards, and moved his shit back to California, Billy training most days at Mammoth Mountain.

“My body hurts.” He had been training hard, they both had, as the games were fast approaching.

“I mean, do you want me to actually help, or do you want me to help?” Steve’s long fingers were trailing along Billy’s chest. Billy just groaned.

“I gotta go ice. You can help later.” He tugged Steve down to press a kiss to their lips, heading off to fill the bathtub with ice, sink down low into it.

The opening ceremony was in less than two weeks, and Billy was fucking excited. He was in peak shape, had been perfecting his backside triple 1440 nosegrab.

He stretched out his sore muscles in the ice, made a mental note to get in with his PT tomorrow.

It had been a grueling week.

Billy had Steve had barely seen one another in between training and PT appointments and competing.

And of course the Men’s Figure Skating Final took place a few hours after the Men’s Slopestyle Final. Billy had already secured gold in the halfpipe.

Steve was sitting in their skates, stretching out before heading out to the ice.

They cleared their mind, going over their program again and again.

They got ready to take the ice.

They flew through their program, hitting every jump, every spin beautifully, trying not to cry as they left the ice.They knew they had fucking nailed it.

They stood, waiting for their marks.

“Steve! Steve! Have you heard about Billy Hargrove’s fall!” Steve’s head whipped around, staring at the reporter. “Aren’t you two friends?”

“Stevie, don’t pay them attention.” Their coach was trying to steer them away from the gaggle of cameras.

“No, I gotta, what happened to Billy?” They were trying to push back to the reporters. “What happened to Billy?”

“He fell in the slopestyle final! Had to be taken off in a gurney!” One of the reporters shouted back. Steve crumbled, let their coach take some of their weight.

“Steve, focus on your run.” They were shaking as they were led back to the bench, had tears streaming down their face.

“But, is Billy okay?” They didn’t even listen as their score was announced, as the crowd went fucking crazy for their gold metal.

And all Steve wanted was to get to Billy, to see if he was okay.

They were dragged on shaking legs to the podium, their face went, their hands trembling.

They had to stand there, listen to the U.S. National Anthem without fucking collapsing. They didn’t even give a fuck that they were ugly crying on international television.

And they couldn’t just say get me the FUCK to my boyfriend.

Billy was sitting in a hospital bed, his arm in a plaster cast

He had fucked up his elbow, completely dislocating it as he fell onto the hard snow. He was livid with himself for fucking up his slope style, was guaranteed at least bronze, but had come in sixth due to his nasty spill.

But he watched from the medical center as Steve skated so fucking perfectly in the finals, had set a new record for themself, the highest score they had ever gotten with an absolutely gorgeous program.

But something was, something was wrong with the way they stood on the pedestal, their tears were not celebratory as they appeared to be working themself into a panic.

And all Billy wanted was to get to Steve, to see if they were okay.

“Bill, oh my fucking God.” Steve just about threw themself onto Billy’s bed. They were fucking sobbing into his lap.

“Stevie, I’m okay. I’m good.”

“All they, all they said was the you were hurt, had to be taken off the course in a stretcher.”

“Yeah, I smashed myself pretty hard. But I’m okay. They fixed it.” Steve’s eyes were still all watery, made them looker even bigger.

“I just, I wanted to fucking scream at everyone to let me get to my boyfriend.” Billy trailed one hand down Steve’s face, just delicate fingers touching soft skin.

“We could tell people, if you want.” Billy had been extremely private about his sexuality throughout his career. He still had trouble coming to terms with himself, still had trouble getting his thoughts and feelings out from under his father’s thumb.

“We don’t have to.” Steve, on the other hand, had been sick of getting misgendered in interviews, had come out publicly with an Instagram post, a cute mirror selfie in a full face of makeup, a little yellow sundress Billy loved, and caption that just read They/Them.

“I want to. Want to tell the whole world how much I love you.”

Steve’s idea was just to mention it casually in an interview.

They had a string of interviews after their gold medal win, after they broke a personal record today.

But Billy had another plan.

He’s had the ring for close to eight months at this point, was just biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment.

And as he sat there, watching Steve smile so pretty at the reporter, he realized.

Now’s the time.

“You were extremely emotional on the stand after accepting your gold medal. Walk me through what you were feeling.”

“To be honest, it didn’t even register that I had won, and broken a personal score record. Someone had just informed me that my boyfriend had gotten hurt during the slopestyle finals, and I didn’t know if he was okay.”

“Your boyfriend? Billy Hargrove, then.”

“Yeah. I just heard he was in the hospital as I was waiting for my scores and I just kinda, kinda lost it.” Steve’s eyes trailed over to meet Billy’s, standing in the studio behind the camera.

He was holding the ring tightly in his hand, the one that wasn’t in a bulky cast.

Now or never.

“So, you and Billy Hargrove are currently in a relationship. How long has that been going on?” Steve gestured at Billy to join them on the couch. One of the crew members gestured for him to join them on the couch.

So he walked over, settled right in next to Steve.

“Since the last winter games, actually. That’s when we first met.” Billy grinned at Steve, leaned over to kiss them on the cheek. His palms were sweaty.

“Congratulations to you both!” Billy took a deep breath.

“It’s been really great! We live together and everything. Have a chubby little cat. The whole nine.”

The reporter laughed along with them, Billy’s leg was shaking.

“It’s easier dating an athlete, I think. They understand the rigor you got through training, how you put your body through Hell because you’re passionate about it.” Steve was using their hands to explain. Billy took a deep breath.

“So, you two have been completely quiet about your romantic relationship for these four years you’ve been together. Why did you choose to keep private, and why are you going public now?”

“Well, it was really hard for me when I heard Billy got hurt. I couldn’t just pull the significant other card to find out more information.”

“And we chose to stay private for a multitude of reasons. We mainly just wanted our careers to be the focus of our media attention and not our relationship.” Billy and Steve had spoken extensively about what they were going to say in the interview. Billy was incredibly private, didn’t really want to get into the whole my father physically abused me for being gay and I still have trouble accepting myself thing on public television. So they glossed over it.

“But things are going well?”

Now or never.

Billy’s heart was pounding in his ears. He could barely hear Steve over the sound of his own blood rushing. Was just able to tell when he finished speaking.

“It’s been a wonderful few years. In fact, it’s been so good, that, uh, I want it to never stop.” He took a deep breath. And slid off the couch.

Steve gasped as Billy settled on one knee on the floor, they had tears in their eyes when Billy smiled up at them, presented the pretty gold ring.

“Sweet Thing, you are the best thing to ever happen. You are kind, and compassionate, and so dedicated. I love everything about you, from how graceful you are on the ice, to how silly you are when it’s just the two of us. You are so perfect to me. I want my life to be exactly like these past four years have been, full of love, and laughter, and those snicker doodles you make just because you know I love them.”

Steve was openly bawling, clutching hands with the reporter.

“So, Stevie. Will you marry me?”

Steve launched themself at Billy, kissing his face, breathing yes yes yes into his skin, just barely remembering to mind his sore arm.

Billy took shaky breaths as he slid the ring on Steve’s finger.

Steve was tucked under Billy’s arm as they headed back to his room.

“I thought we had decided to just like, casually come out. I can’t believe you fucking proposed on live t.v.” Steve was staring at their ring.

“Been thinkin’ of proposals that are good enough for you for months. Figured, you know, might as well.”

“You coulda given me a Ring Pop in an alley outside of a biker bar and I still woulda said yes.”

“Yeah, but that clip has probably already gone viral. Now you can watch it whenever you wanna feel soft.” Steve scrambled for their phone, nose practically pressed against it as they looked for the clip.

Billy just laughed, shaking his head as he unlocked the door.

#yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

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Day 27-Tropetember: Quarantine/Locked In

Day 27 of super early Tropetember with Quarantine/Locked In! Steve and Bucky are forced to isolate after mission, it's just poor timing that Tony had come down with the flu while they were away...

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32862223

If Bruce had to hear either the super soldier duo or Tony whine one more time, he was going to have to spend time in the Hulk-proof room. The soldiers had gone on a mission to a Hydra base and their scientists had released a gas through the building that hadn’t done anything to the pair that they could tell but Bruce wasn’t risking it without a hell of a lot of testing and several showers, especially with Tony in his own quarantine currently.

Tony had managed to pick up the flu from somewhere and with his awful immune system Bruce didn’t want him in contact with everyone else who could be carrying god knows what on them, Jarvis was happy to help locking Tony in the penthouse and only letting Bruce up to help look after him.

Normally having two separate teammates in quarantine at the same time wasn’t the big of a deal, but unfortunately for Bruce this wasn’t like when Natasha and Clint had to be separate from each other and the team. Steve, Bucky and Tony had been dating for almost a year and they were lucky until now that no one had to isolate themselves, but it was also the first time Tony was seriously ill since they had started dating and it had come on during their mission so there was nothing they could have done for him.

“Is their quarantine almost over?” Tony rasped hopefully, he had managed to get out of bed today but he was still sitting on the sofa with blankets surrounding him and was still trying to refuse food.

“Almost Tony, I’m hoping that I can release them tomorrow and I’ll get Jarvis to do a full scan to make sure they’re safe before sending them up to you. If I send them up, I would want you to isolate with them, is that alright?” Bruce asked softly as he gently brushed Tony’s hair out of his eyes, sitting by his side and letting Tony worm into his arms.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Just miss them so bad, Brucie” Tony nodded before letting out a little whimper as he shivered with the chills that racked his body, Bruce hugged him tighter and let Tony rest his head on his shoulder.

“I know and I’m trying to get them here as quickly as possible for you, I just don’t want to risk you getting even worse and having to be locked up here longer” Bruce hummed as he grabbed the bowl of soup making Tony whine sadly but sit up a little from his bundle of blankets “Feeling hungry today?” “A little” Tony mumbled quietly as he took the bowl in his hands and carefully ate the gently flavoured soup, Bruce knew that if it was tasteless Tony would hate it but his stomach couldn’t take too much right now so it had been an experiment to find a balance that Tony would eat happily “Tastes good”

“I’m glad, hopefully you’ll be able to keep it down” Bruce smiled at him as he gently ran his fingers through Tony’s sweaty hair, he had planned on getting Tony to have a wash today and knowing how upset Tony would be at seeing his boyfriends while he was all gross definitely pushed that idea to the front of Bruce’s mind.

Once Tony was cleaned up and fed, Bruce had made sure that Tony also had snacks, water and his tablet with him to make sure that Tony didn’t need to move around too much; Bruce marched down to his lab to try and finish off the tests he needed to do before releasing Steve and Bucky.

It was two in the morning when Bruce managed to finish his tests and the man was close to falling asleep at his desk when the equipment he was using beeped at him to let him know it was done. The tests cleared Bucky and Steve from their quarantine so Bruce asked Jarvis to notify the pair as soon as they were awake that they could leave, and after a shower and a full body scan from Jarvis they were also cleared to stay with Tony.

The gas had turned out to be a fairly strong knock-out gas, but wasn’t strong enough to affect either of them or at least noticeable effect them so they hadn’t needed to isolate but no one blamed Bruce for being careful of unknown Hydra gases.

Six AM sharp, Steve woke up and shortly after Bucky was awake and grumbling about being awake, until Jarvis’ voice ran out through the guest room “Good morning, Captain, Sergeant, Doctor Banner has given you the all clear to leave but has requested that you shower and allow me to do a full scan of you before seeing Mister Stark”

“Thank you Jarvis, that’s great news!” Steve cheered happily and that news pulled Bucky out of the bed as he sped into their bathroom “Eager to see our sick boyfriend, Buck?”

“You bet I am, I’m about to compare you and Tony and see who is the worst sick boyfriend out of you two” Bucky called from the bathroom before Steve could hear the shower running, there was a voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Tony’s that told Steve to get in the shower with Bucky, but the blonde resisted the temptation knowing that they needed to be actually clean before seeing Tony.

Tony groaned as he woke up, feeling the weight of sickness still on his chest and the chills still shaking his body before he could hear a voice that he had been dying to hear for days “Hey sweetheart, you wanna wake up for us”

“Bucky?” Tony mumbled as he blinked open his eyes to see Bucky sat on his bed, the man smiling down at him before Bucky was cooing at him and running his fingers through Tony’s hair “You here to stay?”

“Sure am, doll, Stevie and I are gonna take care of you now” Bucky nodded before he was helping Tony to sit up and lean into his chest, wrapping blankets around Tony when the smaller man kept shaking in his arms “Steve’s just making you some food to eat and then he’ll be here with us”

“Missed you both” Tony sniffled as he nuzzled into Bucky’s chest making the bigger brunette coo at him “Missed you so much, wish I wasn’t sick when you came back”

“It’s okay, Tones, you wouldn’t have been able to see us even if you were healthy” Steve said as he walked into the room with a smile on his face and sat on the other side of Tony, Bruce had told Steve to try getting Tony to eat some toast and had told him that Tony might respond better to him and Bucky eating with him “Bruce said you might like toast so I thought we could all eat together, Bucky and I haven’t eaten yet today either”

“Not had toast yet since I’ve been sick, not sure it’ll stay down” Tony's voice was quiet and shy as he kept his head on Bucky's chest, eyes down as he messed with his pile of blankets.

"That's okay, we'll be so proud of you if you can try for us" Bucky cooed before Steve passed him a piece of toast and Bucky took a big bite out of it, Steve handed Tony a piece as well before eating his own piece "Come on, Tony, eat up"

"Don't want to be sick" Tony grumbled but as Bucky held him closer, he took a small bite of his breakfast and laughed a little when Steve cheered a little "You gonna be my cheerleader, Stevie?"

"If that what it takes to get you better, then yeah Tones, I'll be your personal cheerleader" Steve chuckles before leaning over to Tony and pressing a kiss to his cheek, Tony turned with wide eyes as he goes to protest "Buck and I can't get the flu and we're all clear, it's okay sweetheart"

"But I'm gross" Tony whined as he gently pushed Steve's face away from his, making Bucky laugh before dropping a kiss on the top of Tony's head.

"You're never gross to us, doll" Bucky teased before Tony hit his chest weakly with a whine in his throat “None of that, you’re our sick boy and we’re going to take care of you, even if you try and push us away”

Tony whined again but ate his toast slowly as both Steve and Bucky ate more beside him, and as much as Tony protested against their help much like he had done with Bruce, Steve and Bucky stayed with him the entire time. Bucky quickly found that Tony was easier to deal with when he was sick since the smaller man just wanted to be held and only pushed them away when he was feeling really rough, whereas Steve had fought him against everything Bucky did to try and help him when he was sick.

It was when Tony was almost over his illness that he heard the pair of soldiers whispering above his head as he tried to nap through the day, a smile spreading across his face as he turned into the pillow.

“I really love him, Buck, I don’t know what I would have done if he wasn’t getting better”

“I don’t know either, been a long time since I had to worry ‘bout that sorta thing, but I’m gone on him too”

“Just gotta hope he feels the same” Steve hummed as he brushed Tony’s hair back from his face carefully, Tony peaked an eye open to look up at the blonde who startled for a moment.

“Love you both too” He muttered before squealing as Steve pressed kisses all over his face, Bucky laughing behind him as he watched fondly. Watching his boys tease each other swiftly stopped any of the negative thoughts of Tony leaving them that had bubbled up during their own quarantine period, hearing Tony say how he feels and seeing how he smiled at the pair of them wiped out the rest of his concerns.

In sickness or in health, together or apart, it was going to take a lot more than that to split the trio up.

#tropetember #eotl writes #fanfiction #stuckony #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Tony Stark

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Maria watches friday night lights (#36)

5x13, the series finale i have heard nothing but good things about - I made it y’all! *wipes tear* this is a show i will definitely rewatch! It definitely feels like the kind of show that’s so layered that every time you go back you’ll pick up something new. I love shows like that.

i haven’t been on tumblr on my computer in a long time but im gonna go through and add “read more”s to all of these recaps!

(thanks to anyone who read these nonsense recaps! if you enjoyed these...in addition to my currently-on-hiatus riverdale podcast @bodysuitsforbughead, I have another teen drama-centered podcast in the works, follow @LeftyTeenDrama on Twitter and @leftistteendrama on Instagram to get updates when it launches! I’m taking a break on working on it till i move but it’s gonna be a big part of my 2021 projects. I’ve already recorded one episode with two of my favorite people in the world and it’s gonna be amazing. It will be about a variety of teen dramas, but FNL will definitely be included.)

and without further ado, my final FNL ramblings under the cut:

And we open with one last montage of shots around Dillon from a car, with a “Christmas in Texas” song playing. Amazing.

Oh wow, I love the “FIVE DAYS TILL THE CHAMPIONSHIP” vibe. The build-up is already here. A shot of Julie in the stands watching practice!

It’s super uncomfortable that people are talking to Vince about his “future teammates” on the Panthers before the post-season is even over. “I don’t really wanan talk about that. I want to talk about how the East Dillon Lions are gonna win State.” “Is that a promise?” These Texas sports journalists are WILD. this is a teenage boy whose school’s funding just got cut right before the biggest game of his life! Can we have some sympathy?!

“I hear they’re taking the cream of the crop for the Superteam so I’m gonna be honest with you, what are you gonna do?” EXCUSE ME SIR? I repeat, TEENAGE BOY. Tinker’s response of “you’re an asshole” and storming away was more than appropriate!!!

“No comment”ing his way out of there like a champ.

Ah, the age-old tradition of decorating a Christmas tree while arguing about a five-year football coach contract in Dillon or a dean of admissions job offer at a prestigious Philadelphia college. Julie’s just sitting there with Gracie like ooooh boy

“Here is where we put our tree, not Philadelphia! It’s a Texas tree.” OMG STOP IT. Lol Julie putting her hands over her ears.

YAY MATT SARACEN IS AT THE DOOOOORRRRR im so excited

Wow I did not expect this proposal to come that quickly into the episode! Like i knew it was coming in this episode but aw. They’re so soft! Just like, oh i’ve been thinking about you nonstop since our perfect Chicago tryst and oh look here’s grandma’s ring let me casually get down on one knee in the town where we fell in love. And after she was just talking about how much she misses Matt to Tyra the episode before? That “yes” she gave feels so certain because of it. Aw.

The grandma’s ring really fucks me up because you know how close Julie and Grandma Saracen have gotten over the years. My heart!

“Oh my God, your dad must’ve flipped.” “...What do you mean?” OH NO Eric Taylor is totally the type to care. “...When you asked him to marry me.” Oh I knew this proposal was too early in the episode, im dying!

“You need to go man to man.” Ugh Julie i liked Matt’s plan of just going and telling them much better. His look of fear when he repeats “man to man.” dead.

Wow no theme song??? That’s how you know it’s gonna be a long series finale!

Andddd here we are, a bickering Riggins “I may or may not be going to Alaska.” “Is it because you raw dogged Tyra last night?” i literally gasped.

LMAO Mindy trying to say Tim and Tyra are incest now that Mindy and Billy are married and then Tim and Billy immediately being like “nope, no blood lines, that’s not how incest works.” Someone should send that memo to all those anti bughead stans about bughead and falice

“What do you think about me taking Stevie for the day?” “I’m fine with that. There’s no going back, I’m going to get the bag.” LOL Mindy spoken like a true parent also YES to Tim and Stevie spending time together.

Poor Jess not realizing that asking Eric if she can follow him to the Panthers is a much bigger question than she thinks se’s asking.

AWW Tim and Stevie at Grandma Collette’s. How cute.

“Seven’s back in town?” “Yeah, he and Julie got engaged!”

Tim/Tyra and Matt/Julie double date?? Aw I love that Tyra knows that Matt and Julie got engaged. I really love Tyra and Julie’s friendship.

I’m laughing really hard at Matt’s speech to Eric trying to ask permission. This is so funny.

Eric’s like, “is this kid serious rn?”

Not to be that northern bitch but don’t kids get married at 18/19 all the fucking time in Texas?? I feel like it’s more common in even more rural parts of like...any state.

“The answer to your question is gonna be no today, it’s gonna be no tomorrow, and it’s gonna be no until the sun burns out.” LMAO wow i didn’t see this coming

“This was really just a courtesy, we were hoping for your blessing.” YES MATT.

OH BOY Eric did not just try to speak FOR his daughter, im not about it. “My daughter’s answer to you is ‘no.’” That’s some patriarchal shit right there.

“We’ll never know if we’re East Coast people if we don’t try it!” “We have a MUCH BIGGER problem.” Dude, it’s Matt Saracen, the softest boy who has loved your daughter for years, i actually think the fundamental decision of where you and Tami continue your future might be slightly more pressing.

“I don’t know why you’re yelling at me! I think we agree on this!” IM SCREAMINGGGG

Aw, Tami getting teary-eyed at Grandma Saracen’s ring. “It’s just, y’all are so young.” I know but this is a TV show universe so we let teen marriage slide for the right couples, ok.

Tami and Eric wanna take Matt and Julie to A CONVERSATION DINNER??? This is gonna be so funny.

Aw, Vince got his dad a ticket to state? “I want you to be there.” if this fucker doesn’t just come and shut his mouth

Oh wow Becky’s mom is finally coming back? And yay Becky’s finally over her Tim crush. “So friends?” “I say family.” AWWW MY HEART.

“You guys were our age when you got married.” ARE YOU SERIOUS? “It was a different time.” Y’all have no leg to stand on here.

“Marriage requires maturity.” Says the man who won’t let his wife take a huge job offer. What, who said that? (Okay the way Tami’s watching Eric give this speech about compromise, thinking she’s thinking the same thing.)

“You guys got married when you were my age, and how many times did you move? How many different things you’ve gone through and look how you’ve made it work. You guys are my inspiration.” AW. I wish my parents had a stable enough marriage to be able to say that LOL but nope.

OH NO poor Tami getting up from the table because she’s emotional! Because she’s clearly always thought of her marriage that way too but maybe not lately AH

Eric, babe, that’s your cue to follow.

Oh shit, Jess’s family is moving to Dallas? Well, damn.

Eric saw Vince not take a ticket for his dad and came to his watering hole to hand deliver it? “Young man gets a chance like that maybe once in a lifetime.” and mic drop, walk away.

Luke casuaklly meeting Becky’s mom for the first time while coming by to try to win Becky back. “I love you. I’m so sorry.” AWWW. growth!

YES cheers to Matt and Julie! “Here’s to Mr. and Mrs. Saracen.”

“Always thought you’d be the first person to say that.” AW

Yes halfway through college, go Tyra!

Awwww, Matt being like “let’s dance” and pulling Julie up. So cute. Yes, Tim asking Tyra to dance.

“I got plans.” “I don’t.” OMG is Tim saying he’ll just follow Tyra? Damn.

Why tf is Buddy calling Eric first thing in the morning to tell him about Buddy Jr.’s cast and “staying here el permanente” and GETTING HIM TO SIGN A CONTRACT BEFORE THE GAME? Y’all are shady as fuck!

I love that seeing the Braemore papers made him stop, tell Buddy off, and not make a decision in that moment. What’s gonna happen???

“I won’t be a part of your Superteam after all.” Hopefully Eric won’t be either! Aw Jess thanking him “for the greatest experience of his life.” “I think it’s been mine too.” AW.

Eric’s gonna give a coach in Dallas a good word for Jess? So beautiful. Yesss!

AW Julie and Matt decorating the Saracen Christmas tree, and Grandma trying to get Julie to wear her old wedding dress!

Emotional at this hug between Julie and Mrs. Saracen. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

Awww Vince finally being glad that Jess is part of the team...at the moment when it’s about to end.

Yess Tyra and Tim picnicking on the land?

And YES to Tyra going into politics, I could see it! “Along the lines of Mrs. T. Except bigger.” YES GURL.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was five years old.” AWWW that is so precious.

“I’m gonna build a house exactly where we’re sitting. I’m gonna get a job. And I’m never gonna do anything illegal for the rest of my life.” Oh, Tim. my heart!!!

“Maybe one day, our dreams can merge together.” THAT’S SO BEAUTIFUL. What more does one really want? Oh, these beautiful life-filled shots of them drinking beer on the land where Tim wants to build a house. Art!

Oh shit, Eric’s racing to get to Santa in time to be there with Tami and Gracie?! “You scared me half to death. What’s going on?”

“I turned the contract down. It’s your turn. I want to go to Philadelphia. Will you take me to Philadelphia with you, please?” YESSSSSSSSSSSSS what they deserve! What Tami deserves!!!! My heart!!!!

Ugh, the imagery as they get to State is amazing. The boys taking in the field, the players suited up praying and getting in the zone beforehand. The screaming in the stands waiting for them.

“You may never know how proud I am of you.” “You changed my life, coach.” AW.

Eric’s pre-game prayer overlaying the image of the Lions bursting out onto the field! Yes yes yes!

The way they slowed everything down with just music, and focused in on the faces of so many characters - Vince’s dad showing up, Eric and Tami saluting one another from stand to sideline, Becky cheering in the stands excitedly for Luke, Matt and Julie holding each other, Buddy on the sidelines screaming, Vince’s mom jumping up and down - just absolute perfection.

And we’re back in, with actual in-scene sound at 26-21 with 3 seconds left on the clock??? Jesus!

AH and every single character watching the football fly in the air, WOW the DRAMA.

Holy shit, they fast-forwarded to one of Eric’s players in Philly catching a football eight months later in Philly??? THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD. WOW.

Tami looks like such a badass strutting around campus!

YES Tinker is on the Panthers! Take that, bullying reporter!

Aw, the East Dillon Lions sign coming down. :( feels.

Nooo Luke don’t go to the military! Noooo I hate that. Poor Becky. They’re the exact type of couple who gets caught up in that really sad cycle - too poor to really have many other options, so the whole “free college when i get out!” thing starts to look really attractive. smh.

But i love how they used the championship ring he gave Becky as a way to signal that the East Dillon Lions did, indeed, win the state championship eight months earlier...and that Jess is wearing the ring on the sidelines of a new field where she’s working with the coaches! amazing!

Yay Matt and Julie live in Matt’s beautiful Chicago apartment? Perfection. They really look so good in that city together.

New beginnings in a new city together for both Tami and Eric AND Matt and Julie? I’m living! It’s what they deserve!

Tim and Billy building Tim’s house and drinking beers! “Texas forever.” “Texas forever.” MY HEART.

“Clear eyes, full hearts.” SILENCE. “Ah, we’ll deal with that later.” LOL

Yesss Tami coming out to meet Eric on the field!!!

“Ready to go home?” “Yeah, let’s go.”

And the lights go off on the field. End show. AMAZING. Truly, an epic series finale! An epic show! I will definitely rewatch and i am so glad i finally did! Thanks to anyone who gave a shit about my ramblings.

#maria watches friday night lights #friday night lights 5x13 #mine

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sestra-inestro · 4 years

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Just A Really Big Mistake (3/?)

Jane the Virgin!AU. Idea credit to @whatcouldgowrong-ohthat

Pairings: Detective!Steve Rogers x fem!reader, Hotel Owner!Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson x Natasha Romanoff, TV Star!Tony Stark x Pepper Potts.

Summary: Just when things start to calm down, you lean something new which sends you spiralling again. Pepper confronts the man who has been out of your lives since you were a baby.

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, accidental insemination, mentions of smut and abortion. Angst, talks of abandonment, anxiety, mentions of past crime, unloving marriage.

“Okay. Thank you for coming.” You crossed your legs with a bright smile on your face. “Steve, welcome to your first family meeting.”

Steve lifted his mug as he sat between May and Pepper. “Happy to be here. Proud to be representing a male point of view.” You tense at his words and May and Pepper turn to look at him.

“Yeah, I would lead with that. I tried that and it doesn’t mean a thing.” Peter said from the couch.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna do well in our meetings.” You agreed.

Steve nodded. “I’m mostly here to listen and observe.” He took a sip from his coffee and May and Pepper nodded and smiled.

“Okay. So we are just here to go over the plan. Yes, there have been a few minor step backs but we are back on track. I have a very stable job, I’m in college, engaged to a great guy.” You wink at Steve who smiles back at you. “There are going to be a few things I will have to do to make sure it stays in good health which will be outside of the plan but we can work around it. For example, I set up a sonogram. But other than that, nothing has changed.” You finished with a confident smile.

You had been feeling so much better since your talk with Bucky, honestly, you can say that he gave you hope. Plus, you didn’t think you’d feel so good knowing who the father is, but it feels like an entire weight has been taken off you.

“Can I just say one thing?” Pepper raised her hand.

You turned to face her fully. “Yes. Go ahead.”

“You should keep the baby.”

“Pep!” You groaned.

“Pepper, really?!” May spoke.

Steve choked on his coffee, making Peter laugh.

“Nope, nope.” Steve said through his coughs.

“What? It’s a free country, I thought I could say-“

“She’s not keeping the baby.”

“But I think-“

You clapped. “No, stop. I’m not keeping the baby, Pepper. In fact, we are not going to refer to it as a baby. We will call it...” you look around the room for something to call it when you see Peter drinking a milkshake. “A milkshake.”

Everyone tilts their heads at the word. “And I can’t wait to give that milkshake to its rightful owners.”

“I want a divorce.” Bucky said.

“Well, I don’t.” Natasha stood on the other side of the room with her arms crossed. “And there’s no way that June is going to give you that baby on your own.”

Bucky stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, I know. Just like how I know that you’re waiting out our prenup to make money off me.”

Nat’s face hardened at his words.

“So tell me, sweetheart, how are we gonna work through that?” Bucky raised his brow at her, smirking as she stayed quiet.

A knock at the door pulled them from their argument and Bucky went to answer the door.

Sam Wilson walked in and he and Bucky hugged, Sam eyeing Natasha over Bucky’s shoulder.

“You don’t even know anything about the wife!” Pepper tried to argue with you. “She could be a Catherine Creel!”

“Catherine Creel? Seriously, Pepper.” You questioned her and shook your head.

“Who’s Catherine Creel?” Steve asked.

“She’s a super villain in the television shows who wore an eyepatch even though she wasn’t really blind.” May explained to him and you and Pepper bickered.

“Some of the most boring TV I’ve ever watched.” Peter murmured to no one in particular but gained glares from all three of you while Steve still looked confused.

“Natasha’s not a super psycho.” Steve said to himself.

“How do you know? You’ve never even met her.” Pepper questioned him.

May’s phone rang, distracting her from the discussion. The familiar number gave her anxiety. She didn’t know if she was ready to talk to him yet.

“Okay fine, I’m am going to meet with Natasha.” You sent her a quick text and almost just as fast, you got a reply.

“Great, she’s excited to set something up.” You gave Pepper a smile, who still looked unhappy with your decision.

“I am going to meet with her and then I’m going to try and think about this pregnancy as little as possible.” You tried to say.

“No, I don’t think so.” May raised her finger at you. “After that, you are going to sue the freaking doctor.”

You sighed. “I just don’t want to spend the next year in a legal battle. I just wanna keep moving forward with my life. Finished college, obsess about wedding dresses.” May’s phone rang once again. “And who keeps calling you?” You asked her.

May looked at the number and then at Pepper, then back at you again. Something happened the other night that she was hoping to keep safe from you.

You had finally gone to bed after such a stressful day. The engagement party had taken it out of you and Pepper and May could tell. A knock at the door this late at night confused them both, exchanging weird looks.

They both walk to the door slowly as someone knocked again.

Quickly opening the door, May and Pepper look at the person in shock.

There stood Tony Stark in all his glory, red suit, finely done hair and well put together.

“Stark?” Both women said.

“Hey, is my daughter here?”

Ever since, he has been nonstop calling both Pepper and May.

“Um...” May trailed off as she tried to think of a lie.

“Is it Happy?” You asked.

May stopped for a second, glancing at Pepper really quickly. “Yeah, it’s Happy.”

“May.” You said with a disapproving voice.

May quickly answered the phone. “Stop calling!” She sneered into the speaker and hanging up before Tony could speak.

You sighed before looking at everyone.

“Okay, well I’ve said what I needed to say.” You smiled and picked up your bag and your jacket. “I’m off to work.”

“I’ll drive you.” Steve spoke and stood from the couch.

You smiled before kissing May and Pepper on the cheek and saying goodbye to Peter.

Steve dropped you off out front of the hotel and wished you a good day.

You were walking into the change rooms when Bucky stopped you.

“Oh, hi.” You said in surprise.

“Hey, June.” He said with a smile. “You look nice today.”

You smoothed down your dress and blushed. “Thank you.”

“Look I’m sorry to ambush you like this but I wanted to talk to you real quick about the baby.” He said ‘baby’ in a hushed voice and began to walk with you.

“Oh yeah. I actually texted your wife.” You said.

“Yes, I heard.”

“I just wanted to put a name to a face and properly meet her, make sure she didn’t have an eyepatch.” Bucky looked at you strangely at your words.

“What?”

“Nothing. That was a bad joke.” You said quickly.

“I’m just really excited to see you two, with the whole two-parent-picture thing.” You smiled up at him.

Bucky slowed his walking and you turned to look at him. “So that’s really important to you huh?”

“Well, yeah. That’s why I feel so good about my decision.” Bucky nodded at your words and fell quiet.

“So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” You asked him, continuing to walk to your locker.

Bucky was going to tell you that he planned to divorce Natasha. He truly believed his marriage was over and far from repair, but now he had to change plans.

“Um, just some lawsuit stuff.”

“You’re suing?” You question him.

“No.” Bucky chuckles. “I’m not suing. Becca- Dr Alver, is my sister-“

“What?” You stopped at his words.

Bucky watches your reaction and hesitated to continue. “The doctor, who inseminated you-“

“She’s your sister. Dr Alver is your sister?” You question him in shock.

“Yeah.” Bucky bit his lip.

“It’s-it’s just. Wow.” You stumble over your words at the news.

“But not to make things more awkward. But, June, I really think that you should talk to a lawyer.” He suggested. “Come up with an amount and present it to us, that I can pay you directly and you’ll make the most money.”

His words offend you slightly and you look at him. “What makes you think I want money?”

Bucky is taken aback. “I just assumed-“

“Because I’m a waitress?” You narrow your eyes.

“No, of course not. I know you’re not just a waitress. You’re in college and-“

“So if I wasn’t in college I would be just a waitress?” You interrupt him.

Bucky pauses for a second to read the situation. “June, I think you’re taking this the wrong way.”

“Yeah, maybe I am.” You nod at him. “Except this huge thing just happened, now you’re telling me your sister did and you’re offering me money.

Bucky closes his mouth, seeing how he has come off to you.

You shake your head, pull your waitress dress out of your locker and slam it shut. “I’ve got to change.” You push passed him and walk into the bathroom.

“What did you expect? He’s a rich playboy?” Wanda says after you explain the whole situation to her.

“A rich playboy with an entitled attitude missing a basic sensitivity chip.” You grumble as you slam glasses onto your serving tray. Wanda and Vision watch you carefully at you take you some of your anger on the glass wear. “He was so much nicer in my head.”

“That’s because he kissed you.” Dot said simply as she polished the glasses.

“What? You kissed?” Vision said in shock.

“It was five years ago.” You glare at Dot. “And clearly he still doesn’t remember that.” You roll your eyes.

“What did Mr America Stevie say when you told him about it?” Wanda asked you.

“He didn’t say anything. Mainly because I haven’t actually told him yet.” You laugh nervously.

Wanda and Vision gasp dramatically.

“I only just told him about the pregnancy and he didn’t even take that well? How am I supposed to tell him I kissed the father when even he doesn’t remember it?” You asked.

“Well can you blame him? I mean, his fiancé is pregnant with another man’s baby.” Vision said.

“I know.” You pouted.

“Well, it’s not like she meant for it to happen. She’s still a virgin.” Wanda said to Vision.

“Yeah, I get that. I’m not saying it’s not hard for her.” Vision argues with her.

“Guys I’m right here.” You said, but their conversation didn’t waver.

“Well, it sure sounds like it. How would you like it if someone accidentally inseminated you?” Wanda put her hand on her hip, glaring at him.

“You’re taking this way out of hand.” Vision put his hands up.

“Oh yeah?” Wanda challenged him.

You rolled your eyes and moved to the other side of the bar as they continued to bicker.

Dot leaned in close to you. “Google him before you make your decision. Maybe it will make you feel better.”

“Why?” You ask her.

“I’ve just heard some things about him over the years.” Dot shrugs before taking her tray away.

You’re curiosity got the best of you and you walked away to google him.

To say you were shocked at the results was an understatement. You found numerous articles about him getting into bar fights, mugshots, parties, getting arrested for public indecency and a very revealing photo of him.

“Oh my god.” You breathed in shock before dialing Steve’s number.

“Hello?” He answered.

“We are gonna have to keep it. I don’t want to and you don’t want to by you are gonna half to.” You ramble on and you power walk your way out of the hallways of the hotel.

“Wait, slow down. What’s going on?” Steve asked you.

“I can’t give Bucky the milkshake.”

Steve made his way to the docking bays near the hotel to meet you. After your little ramble moment and stress fest, you sent him all the links you had found after looking up Bucky and asked him to come meet you.

You spotted him and ran over in your wedges.

“Oh my god.” You said, pulling him into your arms.

He could feel the stress and panic rolling off you again. Just when you had calmed down, you found something new to stress about.

“Okay, I’ve been thinking about it all. We don’t have to keep it, there’s gotta be some legal loophole we can find. We could declare him unfit and we can find it good parents.” You spoke quickly.

“Okay, babe calm down.” Steve grasped your arms and rubbed your skin. You were spiraling again.

“But did you see what I sent you? Did you click in the links?” You asked him.

“Yes, I did. And I wish you would’ve warned me before the Bora Bora series.” He nodded with disgust.

“But, Steve. Don’t you think I have a moral obligation to make sure that the milkshake goes to a decent person? And that is not a decent person. What he did in Bora Bora is not decent, that’s literally why they arrested him!”

“Okay, babe. You’re spiraling again.” He made you look at him.

“I know.” You sighed.

“That was a while ago. You said the guy had cancer right? He obviously went through some major life-changing moments during that time. He’s happily married and he wants a baby.” Steve tried to get you to see the light of the situation.

“Yeah.” You started to agree with him.

“And trust me, Bora Bora guy doesn’t want a baby. But this guy does.” He continued to talk Bucky up.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I mean that’s definitely true.”

“Look, I know you’re anxious but you’re gonna meet the wife right?” You nodded. “I bet you’ll feel a whole lot better when you do.”

You were starting to settle down again. Steve just had a way of being the thing you needed.

“Give this guy a real chance.” He finished his point and brushed and caressed your cheek.

Even though you were still anxious about it all. Maybe you should give him a proper chance before you run scared.

“I have to lie about my family.” Bucky said with a sigh.

Sam stood next to him, looking out over at the staff you fussed with the table cloth for tonight’s party.

“At least Natasha’s trying.” Sam said as he watched her direct the women where to put the cloth. “She’s driving my staff crazy, making sure everything’s perfect.”

“She’s trying to get my father on her side that way it will make it much harder for me to leave her.” Bucky glared down at the woman as she moved around the party space.

“Wow, So you’re pretty much done then?” Sam asked him.

“Yeah, I am.” Bucky said, looking at him and nodding.

Sams brow creased as he looked down at the woman he loved.

Bucky frowned as he saw what Natasha ordered. “Why did she order and ice sculpture of a wizard?”

They watched as Natasha looked up at the sculpture in horror, talking to the sculptor. “I said Marlon, not Merlin. My father-in-law loves to fish!” They heard her screech.

Bucky rolled his eyes as Sam laughs at them.

While you were at work, Pepper was determined to fix the situation with Tony fucking Stark.

She stormed into the set, people trying to get her attention as she wasn’t allowed on set, and marched right up to the very man in question as he sat in a makeup chair.

Tony’s life flashed before his eyes as he saw a finger come at him.

“We need to talk. Now!” Pepper growled at him.

He held up his hands in surrender and nodded.

He took her to his trailer where they could talk in private.

Pepper was fuming and he could just feel she was going to blow when they were in the privacy of his trailer. As soon as he closed the door, she began.

“You need to stop calling us! I told you I would tell her when the time is right and you have no right to keep pushing!” She yelled at him, beginning to go red in the face.

“But when will you tell her? I want to be apart of my daughter’s life now.” Tony said calmly, trying to get her to calm down as well.

“Now you want to be? Where was this attitude twenty-three years ago?!” Pepper all but threw her bag at him.

“Look, I know you’re angry, Pep. But can you please calm down so we can talk? You want some Voss Water?” He gestured to the multiple glass bottles of water sitting on his bench.

“No I don’t want some Voss Water.” Pepper took a deep breath and rubbed at her forehead, starting to pace.

“Look, Pep. I was just a kid. I don’t even know who her mother is. And I thought leaving her in better care would’ve been the best option for her. She would be messed up if she was with me.” He tried to explain.

Pepper stopped pacing suddenly to look at him, making him flinch and ready himself for another dose of her yelling.

“Did you know that she now has abandonment issues?” Pepper said softly. “She spent her whole life questioning why her mother and father left her. She ran away twice. No matter what you thought would be better for her, it still messed with her.”

Tony lowered his eyes in shame. He ruined his daughter while trying to do what he thought was best.

Pepper took a deep breath before sitting down on his couch. “Why now?” She asked him.

“Because now I can.” He shrugged. “I worked hard enough to earn enough and now I can actually support her.”

“Yeah, now that she can support herself.” Pepper dug at him some more.

“She never left my mind once. I kept pushing through all of this so I finally come back to her with enough to look after her.” Tony said, sitting down next to her.

They both sat in silence for some time. Pepper hadn’t had him this close to her since you came into their lives.

“What is she like?” He asked her.

“Perfect. June’s so perfect. She’s smart, careful, determined.” Pepper smiled but wavered. “Pregnant.”

Tony looked at her in shock and happiness. “I’m going to be a grand-father?”

Pepper slightly nodded. “Sorta. It was more of a medical mistake.”

Tony looked at her in confusion.

“Long story.” She held up her hand before he could ask about it.

Tony nodded as he took Pepper in. Her eyes were tired and her hair was starting to grey, but still that beautiful strawberry blonde he remembers from all those years ago.

“I missed you, Pep.” He said quietly.

Pepper looked at him, seeing how much he had changed since he was the terrified boy who had been kicked out with his newborn daughter. She stood from the couch and opened the door to his trailer, stopping to look at him before she left.

“I missed you too, Tony.” She said with a stoic face before leaving.

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ladyshandioftheendless · 4 years

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~Gn’R AU writings 9~

So this chapter has connections to His Smile but from Slash’s perspective~ Enjoy a repeat of the fluffiness~

~Shandi

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~HIGH SCHOOL AU Part 9~

Summary: While Duff finds someone special, Slash finds some small assurances. (told from Slash’s POV)

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Tag list!: @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @slashscowboyboots @smokeandmirrorz

I fuckin’ wish the pot helped me feel better. That’s what it was supposed to do. But I can’t get Axl out of my mind. I wanna know where he is. I wanna see him. I need to know if he’s okay. When Duff suggests that we go out, I’m hesitant. I wanna be here if Axl tries to call me. Duff pats my shoulder. “Well..your mom’s here. Why don’t you tell her you’re expecting him to call? If he does while we’re out and he tells her where he is I can take you there. Deal?” I look up at him and sigh. It’s a stretch but it’s better than having no plan right? “Okay..deal.” He smiles. “This’ll be good for ya. Promise~”

After we’re reasonably down from our highs we go downstairs and I talk to mom. She gets one of her notebooks and keeps it next to the phone in the kitchen. “Don’t worry, baby. If he leaves any kind of message for you I’ll write it down. You boys be careful out there y’hear me? And I don’t want you staying out too late. Just because it’s the weekend doesn’t mean I want you gettin’ crazy. Back here by 11:00. Understand?” Duff nods quickly. “Sure, Mrs. Hudson. 11:00.”

“I’m glad we understand each other~ Have fun~”

We go to the movies. Duff’s been wanting to see the new Nightmare on Elm Street since it came out a couple weeks ago. We were gonna try to sneak in..but then the munchies hit us. Hard. We look at each other and sigh. Good thing we’d saved our allowances. We buy our tickets then head over to the concession stand. Luckily Sunshine’s working tonight. He always gives me extra~ Duff goes to order..but as soon as he sees Sunshine he stops functioning like a normal human being. It’s fuckin’ hilarious~ I cut him off. “We’ll take some popcorn, Sunshine. Biggest bucket y’got. And a couple of large Pepsis.” He recognizes me right away and smiles that million dollar smile of his. Yeah..I can see why Duff’s engine has stalled. Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna rag on him for it though~ “Oh hey, Slash! Comin’ right up!”

“You know him?” Duff asks when he can finally get his mouth to work again. “Yeah, that’s Stevie. He’s in my English class. Only Freshman too. Really enthusiastic. It’s hard to not notice him.” He sighs. “Got that right..” There’s no way I’m lettin’ that go~ I nudge him with my elbow. “Y’got a sweet tooth, Duffy~?”

“Shut up!! J-just bring the stuff in when you get it alright? I’m going inside!” I burst into laughter as he takes off for the theater with a total tomato face~ Sunshine watches with a worried look. “Is..your friend okay..?”

“Oh yeah he’s fine. He just fell in love with ya that’s all~” As soon as those words leave my mouth Sunshine’s face turns just as red. “R-really..?” Oh fuck. I see an opportunity~ “Yeah..Duff’s got a thing for cute blonds..but he’s really shy y’know? Why don’t you hang out with us for a bit so he can get to know you better~?”

“Well..my shift will be done when the showing of your movie is over..”

“Perfect! We’ll grab dinner after. You game?”

“S-sure~”

And the date is made~

After the movie Sunshine is standing outside the theater waiting for us. I go over and pat his shoulder. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m ready~! Do you think my bike will fit in your trunk..?”

“I’m sure we can manage~”

Duff looks at us totally confused. “Am I...missing something? What’s gong on?” With a smirk on my face, I shrug. “Nothin’. I just asked Stevie if he wanted to join us after the movie. We got time right? Let’s go to the diner up the road. I dunno about you but that popcorn wasn’t enough to fill me up.” Sunshine is practically jumping for joy. “Food sounds great~! I’m starving~!” Duff is completely dumbfounded but he agrees. I figured he’d take any opportunity to be close to Sunshine no matter how shy he is..and my hunch paid off~

We’ve got a good couple of hours to shoot the shit before our curfew. It’s perfect~ Duff and Sunshine get a little closer while we talk music over a pizza. Turns out Sunshine really knew his way around a drumset. Light bulbs immediately go off in my and Duff’s heads. “Hey..Slash and I are actually tryin’ to get a band together and we could use a drummer. Would you wanna..play with us sometime? Just for the hell of it?” I’m so proud of Duff from bringing it up first~ Sunshine blinks. “You..wanna play with me..? I-I mean..I’m nowhere near as good as you two but I’ll give it a try~” I ruffle his hair. “We’re all amateurs here, Sunshine. I think we’ll be fine~”

“Hey can I get a couple of extra large cheese pizzas to go?”

Duff and I look at each other. That voice! I get up from my chair and approach the counter slowly. It’s him. He’s wearin’ shades and is swimmin’ in huge leopard print coat but I’d know his voice anywhere. “Axl..?” He turns to me and lowers his shades. “Slash..? Oh my god..!!” He launches himself at me and hugs me tightly. “What are the fuckin’ odds huh?”

“I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“I’m...sorry. I wanted to call you..I did..but..”

“You don’t have to explain. I think I get why. I’m just happy to see you~”

“I’m stayin’ with a friend right now. He’s takin’ good care of me. You don’t have to worry anymore okay?”

“When can we have some time together again..?”

“Soon..I promise. I gotta lay low for a while so my folks don’t find me. I’m never goin’ back. Not to that house. Not to that school. I’m breakin’ out of my cage.”

“That’s good..as long as you’re safe..as long as I can talk to you.”

When his pizzas are set on the counter he hands me a napkin and a pen from a nearby cup. “I lost a lot of stuff when I bailed. Write your number down for me. I’ll call you tomorrow night~”

“Sounds good to me~” While I’m writing I glance back over at Duff who’s pointing to his watch frantically. Fuck. “Sorry..I gotta go. If I don’t get back home when I’m supposed to you’ll never hear from me again~”

“We can’t have that, can we~? We haven’t tried phone sex yet~” He kisses me before picking up his pizzas. “Talk to ya tomorrow~” I smile as I watch him leave. “I’ll be waiting~”

To be Continued!!

#Shandi's drabbles #Gn'R AU writings #Teenage Slaxl~#did someone ask for more Stuff~?

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the--blackdahlia · 4 years

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It’s So Easy (And Other Lies) Chapter 11

Title: It’s So Easy (And Other Lies) Chapter 11

Summary: Stevie Adler likes Duff McKagan. She has for a while now, but she is convinced Duff doesn’t like her that way. Duff likes Stevie, but so does their new bandmate Axl Rose.

Chapter Warnings: Mainly some language

AN: Thank you for all the feedback!

Axl woke up a couple hours after they left New York. Izzy and Slash had slept the night before instead of going out, so they were up, watching something on TV. Axl headed out towards them, but stopped when he looked at Stevie’s bunk, which was empty.

“Hey guys?” Axl asked as he made his way into the main area of the bus. “You seen Stevie?”

“Not recently,” Izzy informed him as he flipped through a magazine that had been left behind. “Why?”

“Her bunk’s empty,” Axl went to the small bathroom, but no one was in there. “Shit, did we leave her behind?” Izzy looked over at Slash and nodded for him to play along.

“You know, I don’t think I saw her get on the bus,” Slash pushed her bag so it was out of Axl’s sight.

“Oh fuck,” Axl looked out the window. “How far away from New York are we?”

“About halfway between there and Charlotte,” Izzy tossed out. “Duff is going to be pissed.”

“What am I going to be pissed about?” Duff asked. Stevie was still asleep, but he had to pee and he was getting hungry. He was hoping they were going to be stopping soon. Axl paled more than he already was and gave Duff a small smile.

“Hey Duff,” He said, trying to divert Duff’s question. “I gotta go look for something in the bunks. I’ll be right back!” He quickly went around Duff, heading back to the bunks. Duff looked at Izzy and Slash.

“What’s up with him?” He asked.

“He thinks we left Stevie in New York,” Slash laughed. “We’re just letting him stew.”

“Oh my god, you guys are awful,” Duff laughed. “I wanna play along.” He headed back to the bunks where Axl was looking around, Slash and Izzy following him. “Watchya looking for?” Axl jumped and smacked his head on one of the bunks.

“Uh...bandanna?” Axl asked. That’s when Stevie ripped open the curtain from the bunk she was in.

“Okay, okay, I’m fucking awake!” She snapped. Duff started laughing.

“Stevie thank god!” Axl smiled but then frowned. “Why aren’t you in your bunk?”

“Why don’t you just mind your own business Red?” Stevie sighed. She always was grumpy when she got woke up, but she’d balance out after she got some food. She climbed out of the bunk and made her way to the bathroom.

“I think we’ll be stopping soon,” Izzy patted Axl’s shoulder. “And we’ll be getting our sweet Stevie back.” Axl just sighed and headed back to the common area.

****

“I hope we get big like the other boys someday,” Stevie told Duff when they got back on the bus after their rest stop. She was lounging in a chair, watching the world go by the window. Duff was sitting by her, playing on a guitar.

“Well, yeah,” Duff smiled. “But what’s your reasoning?”

“They have a jet,” She told them. “Tommy said that they’re gonna grab me sometime and have me fly with them.”

“Not without me,” Duff laughed. “We’re gonna get there sweetheart. We won’t be on this bus forever.”

“I’m calling bullshit on that one!” Axl called out. “We have been on here forever!”

“We just stopped like an hour ago,” Slash grumbled. “We’re almost there.”

“It could always be worse,” Izzy added. “It could be a broken van while we’re touring around the west coast in freezing temps.”

“I got so sick on that,” Stevie shivered a little bit. “But at least this has heat and air. And good company.” She smiled at Duff. He reached out and squeezed her hand before going back to strumming on his guitar.

****

Duff, Axl, Izzy, and Slash made their way off the stage. Stevie would do a little solo to give them a break, then Izzy and Slash had a dueling guitar piece they wanted to do before they all came back out. Duff had gotten a drink or two before slipping away from the others to watch Stevie.

She didn’t do as many crazy things as Tommy did, but she was still so amazing. Tommy and her had been planning crazy stunts though. Duff was just glad they hadn’t actually gone through with one yet. He was so proud of her as he watched her do different pieces. He didn’t realize that Tommy, Nikki, Mick, and Vince were standing there, watching her as well.

She was done soon and headed backstage while Izzy and Slash did their thing to give her a minute. She walked backstage with a big smile on her face. Duff walked up to her and kissed her deeply.

“Not that I’m complaining,” She laughed a little. “But what was that for?”

“I love you,” He told her. “And you’re so fucking amazing.” The Motley boys all looked at each other. Did he just say…

“I love you too,” She smiled at him. Duff kissed her again.

“That’s so sweet!” They heard Tommy’s voice over the guitar. Stevie blushed and looked over at the boys.

“Get you some!” Nikki called out. Stevie looked at Duff.

“We really need new friends,” She laughed.

“Hey, we’re your best friends,” Vince threw his arms around them. “And I mean, I can take credit for getting you two together.”

“Yeah, standing me up,” Stevie rolled her eyes. “Good thing you’re cute Neil.” She patted his cheek.

“Ha! She thinks I’m cute!” Vince laughed. Mick just rolled his eyes.

“We gotta get back out there guys!” Axl stepped out of the dressing rooms. “Let’s go!” He grabbed Stevie’s hand and pulled her back onstage, Duff following along behind them.

“I think we take those two and fly them to our next destination,” Mick suggested. The other three looked at him. “What? They deserve some alone time, right?”

“Yeah,” Tommy nodded. “And Stevie and I can talk about setting her up a big stage thing like mine!”

"Yeah so Duff can kill you when she breaks something?" Vince teased. Tommy just glared at the frontman, with Mick standing by, rolling his eyes. Nikki went to tell Doc that Stevie and Duff would be joining them on the jet and to let Guns n’ Roses management know.

****

Saying that Axl was annoyed that Duff and Stevie got to fly with Motley Crue a couple times was an understatement. They had been boarding the bus when Tommy picked Stevie up.

“Tommy! Put me down!” Stevie squealed.

“Nope,” He laughed. “Come on Duff. You can fly with us too.”

“You’re kidding,” Izzy shook his head.

“Bye guys!” Stevie laughed as she was carried off with Duff getting their bags and following them. Axl turned to look at Slash and Izzy.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asked. The two guitarists just shrugged before getting on the bus. Axl glared in the direction that they had headed in before he got on the bus himself.

Duff and Stevie got to ride with the Motley boys for a few stops before Doc had enough of Tommy and Nikki recruiting Stevie to the terror team, so he sent them back to their tour bus three stops later.

“Look who came back,” Axl scoffed when Stevie and Duff boarded the bus.

“Someone’s just pissy that we got to be on the fun jet,” Stevie laughed.

“You know the only reason they wanted you there was so you’d be on your knees,” Axl mumbled under his breath, but the next thing he knew, he had a fist to the face.

“Duff!” Stevie called out. Slash grabbed Duff’s arm to stop him from hitting Axl again, and Izzy kept Axl back to keep him from hitting the bassist.

“What the fuck McKagan?” Axl asked, rubbing his sore cheek.

“Don’t say shit like that,” Duff growled. Stevie grabbed ahold of Duff and pulled him back to the bunks while Izzy and Slash dealt with a fuming Axl. “Sweetheart…”

“You don’t have to do that,” She told him. “I’m not worth breaking up the band over because Axl says something stupid.”

“Babe, I’d break up this band a thousand times if it kept you safe and happy,” Duff looked into her beautiful blue eyes. “You are my whole world, have been long before we got together, and Axl can go fuck himself.”

“Duff…”

“I meant what I told you,” The bassist pulled her to him. “I love you. And I’m not taking it back because of anything.” He gently kissed her, resting his forehead against hers.

“Uh hum,” Slash cleared his throat. Duff and Stevie turned to look at him. “Got Axl calmed down. I’d just stay back here for a while though.” He laughed a little. “So, do you guys need anything? Food? Water? Condoms? Because we don’t need any half bassist half drummer children running around.”

“How…” Stevie started

“I’ve lived with you for how many years now Stevie? And you and Duff both for five years? I know you two better than you know yourselves.” He smirked at them. “And I think Izzy knows too. Axl is the only one who doesn’t know.”

“Oh god, he’s dumber than Vince,” Duff laughed. Slash shook his head.

“I mean, you know he has had a massive crush on Stevie since we got together as a band, right?” Slash told them. Stevie’s eyes widened.

“Red has a crush on me?” She asked. “Oh god…”

“Wait, you really didn’t know?” Slash asked. Stevie shook her head. “Well, this is awkward…” He stood there for a second. “I’ll come get you guys when we stop.” With that, he left, leaving Duff and Stevie there. Duff pulled Stevie to him, letting her rest her head on his chest. Duff had known about Axl’s feelings for Stevie, but Stevie had been oblivious.

“Hey,” He held her close to him. “Why don’t we take a nap, and when we stop, you and I will sneak away for a date?” Duff suggested. “Sound like a good plan?”

“Yeah,” Stevie nodded. Duff nodded and helped her into the bunk for a quiet nap.

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years

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Distant Connection - 4/11

Pairing: Bucky x Harmonia (OC) Warnings: a bit of angst, a lot of domestic fluff Summary: After an unknown group of goons took her mom’s life and tried to get her for the dark magic powers she possesses, this untaught witch is saved by the Avengers and brought to the compound where her new life unfolds.

MASTERLIST || Distant Connection Masterlist

It was 7am and he slept approximately 2 hours out of 7. He went down the hallway to Harmony’s room to maybe get a little bit more rest with her in his arms. She was like a pill against every PTSD symptom for him. Except for the occasional panic attack. He opened the door silently like the assassin he was trained to be and saw her all spread out in her bed. It was chaotic in her room since she was still getting used to being here. His eyes fell onto the notebook on her desk. There was a painting of his metal hand resting on top of the book laying on his lap. A scene from a from a few hours earlier. He silently grabbed the sketchbook and read the note under it. *This is what makes you human ❤* A soft smile made its way into his face. He flipped backwards and saw a sketch of her in Steve’s style with a note in his handwriting under it. Slowly, he continued the journey through all the pages. Each page holding a special emotion. A watercolor of Steve with the words *stay safe*, detailed little flowers, the common area with *this is where the biggest dorks on earth meet* written below it, a painting of him with black eyes and a smile and his words *I don’t want you to destroy yourself to help others*, blue magic - *getting better at this*, a sketch of him sleeping with the note *You look like you are yourself when you sleep ❤*, an unfinished sketch looking like a gruesome scene with a *I’m so sorry I couldn’t keep you safe*, another sketch of him including a short *You feel like home ❤*, a sketch of the library in the compound - *study area*, sketches of clothing, two people hugging - *human connection never changes*, more little girly sketches, two people kissing - *someday.*

It clearly was chronological and it almost made him cry to see her quote their conversations in the notes. Especially the one under the painting of him with black eyes. He shook his head, men like him don’t cry...at least that what he was trying to make himself believe. He looked at the desk with supplies all over it and decided to sit down and also draw her something even if it looked horrible. He really put effort into drawing their hands from a few hours earlier when he realized he was completely falling for her. He put a little arrow to her hand *small cute hand* and an arrow to his *giant metal hand* and wrote a little note after he finished *my little witch - thank you for making me feel like the person I am ❤* After looking behind him and still seeing her sleep he decided to go back to his room again. He won’t be sleeping after seeing her sketches anyway.

She woke up at 10am with the first thing coming to her mind being his emotional state she could sense with her powers yesterday. It threw her off so much that he felt so intensely loving towards her. She put on different clothes, showered and got ready and while she put her art supplies back into her little bag she saw a new page opened in her sketchbook. She inspected it further and saw a semi-good sketch of two hands and the note *my little witch - thank you for making me feel like the person I am ❤* “He saw everything in this sketchbook with the little notes.” She whispered in shock. She didn’t know if she should be mad at him for looking through her things or if she should be thankful ‘cause he seemed to feel the same way she did. Safe, connected, a little bit in love. The latter making her shudder at its unrealness. Nobody ever made her feel so at home and deeply connected in such a short amount of time. Harmony smirked as her brain formed a little plan.

She opened and closed her door loudly which made the boys down her hallway look outside their doors. “James Buchanan Barnes!” She said loud and clear with madness on her face. Steve and Clint looked behind them at James’ face that started to look like a big *Oh shit, what have I done.* “You went through my sketchbook without asking!” She yelled strutting towards him. The other boys clearly excited about someone finally stepping up to the assassin of the century. “I can explain.”He said with wide eyes. “Oh boy, you’re about to get your ass beaten.” Sam yelled from the next hallway and everyone collectively yelled back “Shut up Sam!” She grabbed James’ arm and dragged him to the elevators and into the first one that opened. After the door closed and they went down for a bit she pressed the stop button. “I’m sorry. I was just...I couldn’t sleep anymore and wanted to go to your room to get some more rest and then I saw it laying there wide open and I couldn’t keep my hands off of it.” He was actually afraid of her. The assassin of the century was afraid of her. “I mean it’s nice to see that The Winter Soldier is afraid of me, but I actually just wanted to scare you and tell you that the drawing is actually not that bad and I know that you’re having feelings for me cause I felt your emotions yesterday while doing my magic...and I just wanted to get you in here to do this without Steve being able to hear it.” She said before cupping his face, standing on her tiptoes and connecting their lips. He tasted like coffee and aftershave. His metal hand made its way into her hair while his other hand pressed her body closer to him. They moved apart completely overwhelmed at what just happened. “I should’ve told you when I had the chance yesterday but I didn’t know if it was too early or if you even felt the same and the sketchbook...answered that for me.” He continued to explain. “You’re still scared?” She asked chuckling. “You don’t understand how fucking frightening you look when you’re mad,” he mumbled looking down at her with semi-traumatized eyes. Both of them broke out into laughter before she hugged him. “You really feel like home. You did right from the start.”

With one hand around her waist he leaned forward and undid the emergency stop of the elevator with the happiest smile on his face. They needed to go all the way down before going up again so they had a little bit of time to chat. “You’re so good at art. Better than Steve may I add,” he said, grabbing her hand since she was still standing in front of him. Shortly after, she positioned herself beside him looking towards the elevator door that had just opened shortly after. “I would say we’re both on the same level. You can come to our next art session if you want.” She smiled up at him. “You have art sessions?” He asked confused. “When he went to the tower to be around the school kids I also went there and we just ended up drawing together. That’s why I have a sketch of myself in my notebook.” She had a content and permanent smile now. “Okay, before this thing opens I need to say one last thing,” he said after a short pause, “I didn’t feel like this since the early 40s. I was so confused feeling this. Sorry for concerning you yesterday.” Her thumb went over the back of his hand “Everything’s fine, soldier boy.” “Don’t call me that, little witch,” he said nudging her slightly with a big smile on his face before the elevator made a noise and their faces went back to normal.

The door opened and she rolled her eyes with a quick “Idiot” and a smile. The boys were still standing there and looked at the door opening in sync. “As if she is already back at normal again. I wanted to see him shocked like a deer when the door opens!” Clint joked around. Harmony took her hand away and walked towards them with a soft “You still need to sleep?” towards James which was answered with a headshake. “Your arm’s looking good Stevie,” she said while walking past them and pulling James into her room leaving the two boys with pure confusion. “Is Sam always such a weirdo? He seems fine as soon as you aren’t involved,” she asked him and got a wheeze back. “He likes to tease me here and there. Especially when I’m in trouble or ask for things,” he answered with a smile. “Well, he’s the last person that I’ll befriend here. What are your thoughts about Wanda, Vision and Nat? Better options?” She smiled and grabbed both arms of his. “Definitely better than Sam.” He chuckled putting his hands on her waist and silently kissing her forehead. “What do you think would be the best moment to talk to Wanda?” She asked with a normal voice but clearly gesturing between them and pointing to her door. “I’d wait a while...it’s about timing I guess,” he answered and got a smile back that healed a part of his soul he didn’t know existed. “Wanna train with me a bit?” she asked with a smile grabbing her book bag that she always had with her while doing magic now. “I never say no to watching you create magic.” he smiled back taking her hand with his metal one. She stepped forwards a little to give him a little silent kiss on his cheek “Well, let’s go then.”

This time she felt capable enough to try defense mechanisms with him. Green magic blocked him from getting to her or stopped his hands from moving every time he tried getting too close to “hitting” her. He felt a bit bad trying to hit her in the first place but she wanted to learn how to save herself if she ever was attacked again. She still lived with the fear that they were trying to get her. She currently was sitting on his shoulders after dodging him and looked at him upside down with a giggle “Hi.” “You are a fucking dork.” he smiled before she gave him a little kiss and catapulted him over herself with magic and landed normally. “Ouch.” he said while standing up again and having his metal arm readjusting itself. “You’re too easy to charm soldier boy.” she said with a cute smile on her face. “Don’t get too proud about being my weakness.” he chuckled. “Oh, I’m not. Actually quite the opposite. Never good to have a weakness like me. Means you need to protect it extra good so the person doesn’t get used against you.” she smirked. He stopped in his tracks suddenly feeling suspicion. “Wait…” he said now looking at her in disbelief. “Oh my god, NO! How can you think that! I actually meant what I said.” she yelled after realizing what he thought. “Sorry, I just...you’re looking into my mind like an open book and that sounded off and...there are a lot of cases where this was happening.” he tried to explain. “I could brainwash and kill all of you in seconds if I wanted to. That was never- You know what? Forget it.” she was a little bit upset and walked towards the door but he caught up and hugged her from behind. “You asked me yesterday if I trust you.” he started and moved her so he could look her into her eyes, “I do. I really do. But suspicion is part of my job. Trust is something you build.” he finished. “I trusted you with my life as soon as we talked.” she said still upset. “I do too...shouldn’t have questioned what you said. I’m sorry.” he mumbled against her forehead before kissing it.

After a long hug she broke the silence with a “Can I punch you? You kinda deserve it right now.” He broke into laughter “Sure, your tiny hands won’t do much without magic.” “Those tiny hands still know where it hurts. And those tiny elbows too.” she said punching his throat, turning, pressing her elbow into his sternum and pressing him to the ground from his crouched position. “I know you didn’t defend yourself because you don’t wanna hurt me but that was kinda fun.” she giggled with him laying on the floor looking up at her with a weak smile. “Where did you learn that?” he asked genuinely interested switching to laying on his back. “Self defense class. Had enough time to think about where to hit you. And you didn’t wear any protection. I wish you did cause these legs can kick.” she smiled. “Want me to teach you more of that if you ever need it in an actual spontaneous situation?” he asked sitting up. “Sure, but don’t get too turned on.” she said with a wink knowing how close they would be for next hour or two. “I have you on me like a koala 50% of the time. Do you really think I can’t control myself?” he said rolling his eyes. She got close and whispered “I’m unconscious 90% of that time, remember?” to tease him. The next two hours were filled with body warmth, punches and little kisses.

“Imma steal away all the lunch so you won’t get it.” she said in a childish tone as they left the training room and started running with a giggle. “I’ll get you!” he said daring and since he knew he was about thrice as fast as her if he really tried but he held himself back to match her speed. He grabbed her waist just before she could reach the door of the common area and threw her over his back which was matched with a squeal. He walked into the room with an unfazed look on his face and her squealing “James, that’s not fair play. Let me down!” The team mates that were in the room eating looked at this scene with surprise and James looked at them with a proud smirk. “How about I eat all the pasta by myself and you don’t get anything because I won.” he said with full asshole mode and a smile. The whole room went silent before he could feel his underwear being pulled up way too high and a round of laughter from the table behind him. “Don’t mess with a witch, she will always find a way.” Wanda said laughing. He let her down in front of him and shook his head “Dork.” She gave a short smile back before turning to the food and hearing the team start talking again. “Can we eat in my room?” she asked as quiet as possible and a little hum came back at her.

They both sat down on her big bed shortly after with their pasta and drinks. Their eyes met with a smile and a small “I love you, you idiot.” from her side before she started eating. It wasn’t a totally serious ‘I love you’ but it still hit him. His eyes didn’t leave her while eating, he was mesmerized by how effortlessly soft she looked while doing anything and he wondered if she would draw something from today. “Everything alright?” she asked after noticing him staring. “Yeah, you’re just...really mesmerizing.” he said softly with a short smile at her. “A witch being MESMERizing.” she giggled and put her empty plate aside before looking at his “Stop staring, start eating. Don’t want you to starve big boy.” she giggled again. He looked down at a half empty plate and continued eating while she grabbed her phone to play with it. There was a pleasant silence in the room and a soft smile on her face while she was scrolling through social media timelines. The only thing audible was the fork hitting the plate from time to time. Until it stopped again and he put the plate onto the other one. She was deep into reading something which gave him the opportunity to hover on top of her out of nowhere. She looked up from her screen “Oh hi! Didn’t see you there giant man.” she giggled and was silenced by a kiss. It was soft but full of passion making her close her eyes and letting her phone fall to the side to reach up to his neck. She answered with more feelings and longing which made his heart burst inside his chest before his kiss got very desperate and full of lust making her moan very softly. He broke the makeout session apart after hearing this, not out of concern, but because he felt it was inappropriate to go that far right now. He didn’t feel like he knew her well and long enough for that. Falling for her and kissing her already had been a process that moved way too fast. She made a sound of discomfort “It just got fun.” she mumbled and earned a loving smile from him. “I need to feel this out again, okay? You deserve all the respectful treating in the world little witch.” he said giving her a little kiss on the nose. “You’re cuter than you look. D’you know that?” she asked him softly and got a little chuckle back “Yeah.”

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years

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Title: Into the Wild Collaborator: tisfan Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y2 - IMAGE: Natasha Ship: Bucky/Natasha Rating: Teen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: MoodBoard, song lyrics

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Title: An Eerie Sort of Silence - Chapter 4 Collaborator: Tonks22 Link: AO3 Square Filled: U1 - Bucky/Tony Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: soulmate AU Summary: Bucky and Tony get closer, but in true Tony fashion, still haven’t talked about their bond. Word Count: 1104

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Title: Flower Shop GIF Board Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K5 - Flower Shop AU Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Bucky decides the best way to ask you to marry him is by the use of flowers.

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Title: What’s Your House? Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - Hogwarts AU Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: Moodboard/GIF board Summary: Moodboard/GIF board

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Title: Defeat Collaborator: shadow-ravin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y3 - Art Style: Pastels Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: The Winter Soldier with Cap’s shield and my head canon of Cap when he discovers that Bucky is the Winter Soldier and learns everything he has been through

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Title: Linguistics–Sound Track Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y1 - Matchmaker Jarvis Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Teen Major Tags: none Summary: Soundtrack to the upcoming remake of the story Linguistics

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Title: Undercover Sex Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K4 - Sam Wison Ship: Bucky/Reader/Sam Rating: Explicit Major Tags: poly-relationships, sexual tension, language, fluff, sass, good-natured teasing, smut (anal, m/m and f/m), bondage (light bdsm) Summary: Series where Bucky and Sam both meet the woman of their dreams, but she’s unable to choose between the two men so they decide she doesn’t have to. Word Count: 1783

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Title: Smile Collaborator: shadow-ravin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: B2 - Writing Format: Drabble Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: drabble Summary: The Asset remembers Steve. Word Count: 100

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Title: Winter Soldier Mittens Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y1 - cyborg Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: fandom craft Summary: Mittens with the WS symbols sewn on

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Title: Make It Home - Chapter 3: Impromptu Dance Lessons Collaborator: pherryt Link: AO3 Square Filled: B1 - Team Bonding Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fake relationship, hurt!Clint, deaf Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes recovering, nightmares Summary: Nobody's seen Clint since SHIELD fell, until now. Word Count: 10,838

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Title: Maximum Occupancy and Other Polyamory Concerns Collaborator: Wiggle Link: AO3 Square Filled: C4 - Crossover of your choice Ship: Bucky/Clint/Steve/Tony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Some drinking, less than canon typical violence, pre-relationship kind-of, m/m/m/m Summary: This week on How I Met Your Fathers, we answer the big questions: Can you put out a dumpster fire if it's raining men? *Hallelujah* Word Count: 1447

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Title: Push the button Collaborator: Kalee60 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U2 - Bucky/Steve Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: When Bucky Barnes meets Captain America for the first time, he doesn’t expect to embarrass himself so spectacularly with only four words. But from the ashes of his mortification comes a proposition so unexpected that he doesn’t even think twice about agreeing to play along. Pretending to date Steve Rogers should be hard, but it isn't… not at all. In fact it’s the easiest thing in the world. So what happens when Bucky wants to shift their status from fake to something more permanent? And more importantly, would Steve even be interested in more than just friends? Word Count: 6233

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Title: Make It Home - Chapter 4: Welcome Confessions Collaborator: pherryt Link: AO3 Square Filled: - Stark Tower Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fake relationship, hurt!Clint, deaf Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes recovering, nightmares Summary: Nobody's seen Clint since SHIELD fell, until now. Word Count: 14,245

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Title: Care Collaborator: ABrighterDarkness Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y2 - Handle With Care Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Bucky Barnes recovering, Artist Steve, Tattoos, Fluff Summary: Steve had noticed his discomfort and he had come up with something of a plan. Bucky wasn’t sure that it would work the way that Steve hoped but he thought that he might have agreed to it regardless. Word Count: 2119

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Title: Bucky Barnes, The Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - free square Ship: Bucky & Steve Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff and humor, Bucky’s memories Summary: It started with a trumpet, continued with a song, and ended with a memory. Or, how Bucky became the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, nobody let him forget it, and then he remembered it. Word Count: 3706

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Title: Not a Good Idea Collaborator: Ravin Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 - Paintball Ship: STucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Paintball, crack, humor, fluff Summary: In which the Avengers play paintball. Word Count: 427

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Title: [Podfic] ain't too proud Collaborator: Ravin Link: AO3 Square Filled: - Kink: "Please let me come" Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Begging, mild kink, period-typical homophobia, referenced erectile dysfunction, pre-serum, World War II, Orgasm Delay/Denial Summary: Podfic of ain't too proud by mwestbelle recorded for Bucky Barnes Bingo 2020 for my square Kink: "Please let me come" Author's summary: "C'mon, Stevie." Bucky spreads his arms. "What do I gotta do, beg?" Steve snorts, but Bucky drops to his knees, arms still flung wide in a parody of supplication. "Please, oh please come down from your tower, Princess Goldilocks. Do it for your old pal Bucky." (Bucky begs, Steve likes it.)

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Title: Distraction Collaborator: ABrighterDarkness Link: AO3 Square Filled: U5 - Seeing Red Ship: Stucky, Stuckony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Secret Crush, Canon Divergence, Mission Fic, Injury Summary: It wasn’t the first time that Bucky’s attention had been drawn away from his task on an op when that tell-tale flash of red passed through his peripheral. Word Count: 2461

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Title: Be Bold and Brave it Collaborator: darter_blue Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - Eyeliner Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Modern Setting, Modern Bucky Barnes, Fluff, Bottom Bucky Barnes Summary: 'You think? It's not too much?' Bucky is twisting and turning to try and see his ass in the pants - and, you know, without being able to turn his head three hundred and sixty degrees it's not super easy, but from what he can see, it's pretty darn good. 'It's a lot, but in a hot way.' Nat is looking him up and down, with her chin in her hands, like an art curator. 'But it's missing something.’ 'Yeah, a shirt,' Bucky says. Because he might look great. But he's not one hundred percent sure of this whole vest only look. 'No, I know!' and she disappears into the bathroom for two minutes. Bucky can hear her rattling around in something. Whatever it is, Bucky will be talked into it, however reluctantly. Natasha is very persuasive. 'Okay! I've got it.' And with a sweeping flick of her wrist, she displays the black eye pencil from her make-up kit. 'Oh no.' 'Oh YES my friend.' Word Count: 3993

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Title: Armor Kink Collaborator: shadow-ravin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: B4 - Kink: Armor Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Moodboard featuring Bucky in his armor. Actually it mostly came out as featuring his arm, but that should count for armor too right?

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Title: Close Combat Collaborator: calmena Link: AO3 Square Filled: C2 - Kink: Cock-blocking 'bots Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Roomba!Ultron, Roomba!JOCASTA, Porn with Feelings, Crack Summary: The one where Tony and Bucky are busy in the bedroom, and Roomba!Ultron has his own opinions about that. Word Count: 1370

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Title: Last Week, a Lifetime Ago Collaborator: ribbonsflyingoutthewindow Link: AO3 Square Filled: U1 - AU: Canon Divergence Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Mention of Peggy's death, OCs' deaths, Endgame fix-it, Angst, Hopeful Ending Summary: “I wanna talk to him and that’s the hard part. I don’t even know how to talk to him now. It’s like he’s not the same person.”---Bucky struggles to understand Steve after Steve spends decades with Peggy and then returns to him.This is a good part of the Endgame fixit that I swore I wouldn't write, but never say never. In this, Steve chose to stay back, not for selfish reasons, but for a selfless one. And he's still young when he returns because, of course he is. (The serum didn't suddenly stop working. Russos/Markus/McFeely are just idiots.) Word Count: 2641

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Title: Winterbirbs Collaborator: pherryt Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C4 Square - Bucky/Clint Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Basically, all the birds.

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Title: Bucky Bear Collaborator: crazycatt71 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y1 - image of Bucky Bear Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: fandom craft Summary: My 1st fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo is a Bucky Bear I knitted

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Title: Monster Collaborator: phoenixgryphon Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U1 - AU: Regency Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: “Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it.”

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Title: A Good Morning Collaborator: ABrighterDarkness Link: AO3 Square Filled: C5 - Kink: Teasing Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Explicit Sexual Content Summary: As erratic as his sleep patterns tended to be, moments like these were rare but among his top favorite. He had awoken from a deep sleep that had been surprisingly free of nightmares, with two of his favorite people in the entire world almost completely surrounding him. And it only got better from there. Word Count: 2422

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Title: One of these days I'll take courage and hug you Collaborator: rya_204 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y3 - Recovering Bucky Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: angst, touch starved Summary: The Winter Soldier was recently found and placed in the Avengers Tower. Word Count: 1170

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Title: Debriefing Collaborator: DocOlive Link: AO3 Square Filled: B5 - Non-penetrative Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: Bucky's got other things on his mind during yet another debriefing. Word Count: 2497

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Title: Double Team Collaborator: HogwartsToAlexandria Link: AO3 Square Filled: B4 - Kink: Power Dynamics Ship: Bucky/Pepper/Natasha/Tony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, BDSM, polyamory Summary: Sometimes Pepper needs every type of stimulation she can get, most times, all three of her partners are ready to give her exactly that, as long as Natasha will be their conductor. Word Count: 1518

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Title: Humanitarian mojitos Collaborator: diner_drama Link: AO3 Square Filled: U5 - Twitter war Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: meet cute Summary: Bucky Barnes knows full well not to mix Twitter and alcohol, but when his dumbass roommate Clint makes mojitos and points him towards Captain America's takedown-via-tweet of President Ross' foreign policy, what's he supposed to do? Word Count: 1460

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Title: Pressure Points Collaborator: darter-blue Link: AO3 Square Filled: U2 - Kink: Mile High Club Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: Bucky Barnes hates to fly. And this flight is starting out worse than normal. Except for the hot, built, blond sat beside him… Who has shoulders for days, a voice like molasses, and some very interesting ideas about how to ease Bucky’s anxiety… Word Count: 3724

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Title: and now, the end is near Collaborator: hawksonfire Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - Free Space Ship: Bucky/Clint/Steve Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: A three-part tale in which our boys are content. Word Count: 2411

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