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A Clear and Present Threat of Tongue
Sooooo this idea shook me like a rag doll and wouldn't let me go until I got it all out, this is a Steddie Stranger Things New Girl AU taking place during the first kiss episode between Jess and Nick. But its waaay longer and more angsty than I anticipated. So.
Enjoy!
It’s all Gareth's fault in hindsight.
As his best friend and confidant, Gareth really should have taken Eddie’s feelings into account when he suggested a party out loud in front of everyone.
Not that the party was a particularly bad idea, parties had been prime money making opportunities in the years before - although that had certainly dwindled, what with the murder accusations and earthquakes.
And Eddie was trying to make it a point of avoiding dealing around the kids or Hoppers disapproving glare.
So no, it wasn't so much the party.
Steve had taken it upon himself to host, as per usual, and everyone had been invited. The gremlins, Nancy and Jonathan, Argyle, Gareth, Jeff, and Robin of course without question. Gareth brought Megan Walsh with him while Robin brought another underclassman, Vickie something, she seemed cool - a little quiet for Eddie's taste but that wouldn’t be the only reason she didn’t do it for him.
Nah, Eddie was looking for something a little taller, louder, with big brown eyes and plush pink lips he wanted to sink his teeth into and an ass that wouldn’t quit even if he begged.
And Eddie didn’t beg.
It was an end of summer pool party that had extended beyond the warm sunshine and moved into the main house when the last few rays had swapped for the cool twilight of the evening.
There had been no shortage of food and drinks and a few tokes in the garage from the decent Cali strain Argyle had brought with him. The kids had gone to bed one by one leaving the rest of them to move down to the basement as Steve had put it, ‘to keep the noise to a minimum while the little shits sleep’.
The combination of weed and beer had them floating in the sweet-spot, not that everyone had partaken - Argyle and Jonathan stuck to weed only while the girls nursed their beers.
Eddie, Gareth and Jeff were the only three that were on the floor and feeling alright by the time midnight had rolled around.
“We should play a game,” Gareth says, blurting out the words from his place on the floor, he’s grinning a little with glazed eyes and wild hair splayed around his head like a halo.
And this, this should have been Eddie’s first warning.
Now Uncle Wayne had a great rule, a fantastic rule, ‘Nothing good ever happens after midnight kiddo, remember that’.
Eddie should have listened to the old man.
Jeff hums lightly from the floor and Megan perks up at the idea, shifting up to the edge of the couch, trying to catch Gareth's glazed eyes.
"What kind of game?" She says, her voice lilting and curious, Eddie smirks and elbows Gareth in the side.
Gareth huffs out a groan at the contact and rolls slightly to level a glare at the metal-head, Eddie raises his eyebrows and darts his eyes from Gareth to Megan before raising a single eyebrow.
Go for it man!
Gareth cocks his head, a confused expression pulling at his brow as his red eyes pan from Eddie to the other side of the room and back again.
Nowhere near Megan.
Just as Eddie makes to turn to wherever Gareth is looking, a small grin blooms on his best friend's otherwise lax face, the bassist sits up with a groan and shakes out his own wild mane of curls.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Choice game brochacho," Argyle laughs from the loveseat he's laid out across, Jonathan nods with his eyes closed. Everyone seems pleased with the situation if the chorus of 'sure's', and 'sounds good,' is anything to go by.
Even Steve - who Eddie can’t help but notice has also stuck to beer most of the night and seems slightly tipsy as he wanders over from the far side of the room and drops onto the floor beside him.
Steve says a quiet, 'cool,' as he brings his one knee up to his chest to lean on.
He smells of spice and pine tonight and Eddie fights the urge to curl against him.
Nancy volunteers to go first and picks dare, surprising everyone except for Jonathan and Steve, who laugh as Robin stumbles her way through crafting the perfect task for Nancy to perform.
Vickie whispers into Robin’s ear which elicits a delicate blush that settles over Robin’s cheeks and ears as she settles back against the couch with a soft smile.
“We dare you to do a cartwheel!” Robin crows, laying out her palm towards Vickie who immediately gives her an unapologetic high-five, Eddie rolls his eyes and nudges Steve beside him.
“I expected better than that coming from Buckley,” he says just slightly over a whisper level if the death glare Robin shoots at him is any indication, Steve snorts and takes another sip of his drink.
“She’s just warming up Munson, you better watch out or you’ll paint a target on your back,” Steve stage whispers back, winking as he turns his attention to Nancy who has cleared a pathway next to their little circle to attempt her cartwheel.
Eddie swallows and tries to fight down the blush that threatens to creep over his face.
Fuck. He is so unfairly pretty.
Steve's hair is remarkably untidy this evening, and his ears are slightly pink from the alcohol, and his stupid perfect jawline makes Eddie want to bite something - preferably Steve.
He’s wearing one of his little polo’s, a light yellow number that accentuates his bright brown eyes and the dotting of moles and freckles dappling his face.
Oh yeah, Eddie’s a goner.
Nancy manages to half somersault and land on all fours before jumping to her feet in an Olympic pose that draws a mix of laughter and applause from the group. Eddie watches as Steve puts down his drink and politely claps as he smiles indulgently at Nancy, Eddie frowns slightly as he tamps down a flicker of jealousy that builds in his chest.
He misses Robin stand up and stride towards Nancy before leaning in to whisper in her ear with a predatory grin. Nancy’s eyes drift from Robin to Eddie and back again, she nods once and turns back to the group, her facial expression betraying nothing.
“Oh dude, you’re in for it now,” Steve murmurs to Eddie as Nancy and Robin resume their seats in the circle.
“What?” Eddie says as Nancy clears her throat and smiles at him, it's cutthroat and shark-like and Eddie is suddenly reminded why he’s always found Nancy intimidating.
“Eddie, truth or dare?” Nancy says in a silky voice, Jonathan seems to freeze at the tone and attempts to catch his eye, shaking his head like a mad-man and slicing a finger across his throat again and again, while Steve laughs softly beside him.
“Uh, Pft, Dare Wheeler,” Eddie says with a scoff and a wide grin, he stands up and starts stretching his arms across his chest, before cracking his neck and shaking out his shoulders, “just need to loosen up first here,” he claps his hands together, “okay what sort of gymnastics you got for me miss Nancy?”
Jonathan smacks his face into his hand in the corner while Robin giggles to Vickie, Eddie catches a few muttered words, but nothing concrete. Judging from the red face and ‘O’ shaped mouth that Vickie sends his way, it's definitely not good.
Nancy clears her throat and waves her hand to catch his attention again, “eyes this way Munson,” she says slyly, and Eddie is suddenly sweating.
“Eddie Munson, I dare you to take the person sitting closest to you into the spare bedroom for seven minutes in heaven.
No one says a word for a moment.
Eddie wishes for the basement floor to open and swallow him whole. He stares at the plush fibers of the rug, wondering if it would be at all possible to smother himself by pushing his face into the carpet.
He absolutely refuses to look at Steve.
The only person sitting beside him.
He should have listened to the old man.
***
Eddie paces the small space again and again, its five steps from wall to wall and it does nothing to ease the tension in the room. He tries to figure out how to tamp down the seemingly permanent flush that has stained his face since the two of them were pushed into the room.
The door has been unceremoniously slammed shut behind them and a chorus of eight voices chant, ‘Kiss, Kiss, Kiss!’ over and over outside their temporary prison.
Damn Gareth for suggesting this stupid game, damn Nancy and Robin for conspiring against him and damn himself for his ridiculous delusional fantasy.
Steve Harrington would never want to kiss someone like him, even if he did swing that way.
This was stupid and awful, damn everything.
Steve scoffs from his position on the foot of the bed, startling Eddie slightly.
“What is the big deal,” Steve sounds much more sober, and a lot more tired now that it's just the two of them, “lets just suck it up and french a little?”
Eddie nearly feels himself short-circuit at the words.
He resists the urge to smack his head into the door and slowly turns on his heel to face Steve.
His expression is bored, if slightly irritated to be stuck in this situation, but his arms are draped loosely on the bed and his shoulders are relaxed.
Huh. Not nervous then, but there is something else…
Eddie sighs and scrubs a ringed hand across his face, "Okay fine, but don’t say suck it up and french a little--"
"Do not complain to me Munson," Steve grumbles, his voice suddenly tight, "this is your fault. Let’s just do this," he shakes his hands out, Eddie notes the slightest tremor that runs over his left hand but it disappears the longer Eddie's gaze remains on it.
Fuck.
"Okay, okay, no, Steve this is not a big deal," Eddie says, his tone is light but gentle as he crosses over to the bed, he holds out his hands for Steve to take.
Steve's eyes travel from his hands to Eddie's face, and back again. His expression flickers once before shuttering into the same bored expression from earlier. Steve clasps his hands once and squeezes them briefly before letting go and standing up to face Eddie.
"Right…not a big deal, let's just do it," Steve mumbles as he breathes out, he closes his eyes briefly and Eddie's never been this close before, he can count the freckles on his nose, "just do it Eds".
Oh god, oh god, he’s about to kiss Steve Harrington, this is fine, it's fine. It’s just a stupid party game, he can do this, he can be cool.
Eddie takes a deep breath, and raises his hands to grasp Steve by the shoulders before smoothing them down his arms, he leaves them loosely wrapped around his biceps, and Okay who the Hell gave him the right?
Focus.
He licks his lips and swallows his nerves, he can do this, he can do this!
Steve frowns, “Why are you licking your lips?” his voice pitched with confusion.
He can’t do this.
“Should I not?” Eddie manages to say without stuttering, he coats his voice with false bravado as he rolls his shoulders and widens his stance, “you want dry lips Harrington?”
Steve scowls, “No”.
“Then I’m just licking them to make them better!”
A pinched expression blooms over Steve’s face at the sudden rise in volume in Eddie’s words, he resists the urge to wipe the clammy sweat from his hands and instead lifts them from Steve’s biceps to his shoulders before placing his hands on the sides of Steve's face. Eddie’s fingers curl up into his hair behind each ear and Eddie swears for a moment he can feel Steve tilt his head into his hands -just slightly.
“Ready?” Eddie murmurs, the earlier bravado gone as his eyes dart back and forth between Steve’s own. He’s looking just slightly up at Eddie, the barest hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“Ready,” Steve affirms with a small nod that jostles Eddie's hands.
“Okay,” Eddie breathes out through his nose slowly, “1, 2 -- I’m actually not going to do a count,” he lets go of Steve’s face, it’s too much, it’s ridiculous and Eddie feels as though he’s about to fly apart at any moment.
Steve doesn’t move but his eyes trail after Eddie's hands as they fall from his face before coming back up to meet Eddie’s gaze, “Okay?”
Eddie swallows, it feels like glass going down, this is not how he saw his night going, “That's not my style, when I kiss, I don’t, I don’t count down…”
Steve snorts and smiles slightly, biting his lip as he says, “Okay”.
Eddie breathes in sharply as Steve releases his lip to speak, he shakes his head once and reaches out with slightly unsteady hands, to grip Steve’s face once more, “Ready?”
Steve nods again, “Yes,” he’s looking up at Eddie with those warm brown eyes and long lashes and Eddie feels like he's going to faint.
Just move, he thinks to himself, just kiss him and then he can leave, never darken the door of the Harrington house again. He can pretend this never happened and go back to pining from afar.
Eddie steels himself and tilts his head as he leans in slowly, he sweeps his thumb across Steve’s cheekbone, he can do this, he can do this. He continues moving forward as Steve suddenly rears back with a gasp.
There’s a slight tremor in his voice, as Steve says, “I’m, I’m sorry, you can’t do that…”
Eddie jerks backwards, “What did I do?” he cries out, he flings his hands away from Steve’s face, holding them up in something akin to surrender. He wracks his brain, running through the last thirty seconds, trying to think of what could have freaked Steve out this badly.
“Your fa-” Steve starts before clamping his mouth shut with a sharp click. He’s curling in on himself now, one arm slides up from his side to grasp his other arm.
It’s Eddie’s turn to stare.
“Were you, were you going to say my face?” Eddie says quietly, stepping back from Steve entirely, his now empty fists clench and unclench at his sides. There’s a flicker of anger an hurt in his chest, what the fuck did that mean?
They stare at each other for a moment, Eddie waits for Steve to elaborate but all he gets is a silent grimace.
“Yeah,” Steve says weakly, after a beat, his eyes anywhere but Eddie’s own, “you just…you can’t do that with your face dude”.
"Don’t call me dude right now," Eddie growls, breathing in deeply through his nose, this whole situation has been fucked from the start and he can't take it anymore. He's done.
“Okay, yeah, okay,” Eddie mutters before crossing the space to the closed door and pounding the flat of his palm against it, “Let me out of here!”
Behind him, Steve sighs as he moves over to the wall of the spare bedroom and slides down it until he’s seated with his legs splayed out.
But Eddie doesn't care, he doesn't. He had prepared himself for this, he knew Steve wouldn't possibly feel the same way and now it was definitive.
That didn't stop it from stinging.
Eddie growls as he tries for the handle again and the brass does nothing but rattle rather than turn.
“Why does this door lock from the outside? That can’t be safe,” Eddie mutters to himself as he turns away from the door to face Steve once more, he leans back against it and breathes out a sigh as the chorus of, ‘Kiss, Kiss, Kiss’ renews itself with vigor just outside.
Steve sighs again and raises both hands to rub down his face before dropping them heavily to the floor on either side of him, he stares at the wall for a moment before his expression flattens again.
He looks up at Eddie with determination in his eyes before bringing his legs up to stand.
“Okay,” Steve says softly, as he steps towards where Eddie is leaning against the door, “let’s just do this already, just kiss me--”
“No.” Eddie firmly huffs, he crosses his arms in front of his chest and nearly knocks his head against the door as he realizes there is nowhere else to go, “I don’t--I’m not gonna kiss you”.
Steve pauses in his approach, he seems so much smaller than normal, and Eddie hates every moment of this.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Steve says quietly, he reaches up to pinch the tip of his nose and clears his throat, “you said it yourself, it’s not a big deal. If you don't want to do this that's, it's fine, you know how stubborn they are, I don't think they meant to lock the door--”
“I can’t--” Eddie cuts across him but Steve is still talking.
“I’m sorry that you got stuck with me,” Steve bites out, running a hand through his hair as he steps backwards now, away from Eddie, and sits on the end of the bed, “and I’m sorry that I got all weird just now, but--”
Eddie just can’t take it any longer.
“No Steve,” he says shrilly, not caring if the assholes outside the door are listening, not caring if the Loch Nora neighbors can hear him, not caring if the kids upstairs wake up, “It's, I just can’t, not like this!”
It takes a second for the words to register, they seem to float between them for a moment before each man registers what’s been said.
Steve stills on the bed, he doesn’t even look like he’s breathing, “What,” Steve says softly, “what, what does that mean?”
Oh Fuck.
“Nothing,” Eddie blurts out, his heart is racing, the air is stale and thin in the basement bedroom and Eddie feels like he can’t breathe, “I didn’t mean it like, I just, we can’t like that because it's not, you know?”
Steve stares at him from the bed, “...what?”
Eddie has to leave, he can’t be in this room anymore, pinned to the door by a pair of soft brown eyes that have pinched in the middle into a confused and terrible frown.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Eddie says quietly, briskly walking past Steve and the bed as he moves towards the far wall with the single window.
“Where are you going? Eddie!”
For the second time that night Eddie finds himself wishing he had listened to his old man.
Attempting to climb out the window of the basement spare bedroom may not have been his best plan; as he hoisted himself up to the ledge, which was already up a good five feet at least, and popped the screen off, deaf to whatever words Steve was hissing at him, Eddie found himself sitting halfway in a window-well.
About two feet from the open ground above.
And that was before his studded belt caught on the window ledge.
“Fucking hell,” Eddie grits out as he shifts backwards only for the belt to wrench him back into place, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening.
He hears a sigh behind him along with a low string of curses as quiet footsteps move away towards the far side of the room. Seven knocks sound on what he can only assume is the door in a strange pattern that halts the chant from the basement sitting room. A muffled voice he can’t quite make out says something that Steve responds to.
“Open up the goddamn door Buckley or I’ll never cover another morning shift again, we have a situation in here,” he says in a small, defeated voice.
It all happens fairly quickly after that.
Between Jeff, Nancy, and Argyle’s careful maneuvering they manage to extricate him from the window and lower him back to the floor. Nothing had prepared Eddie for the hot, tight feeling that would fill his chest as Argyle and Jeff snicker and high-five once he is back on solid ground. Nancy is smiling but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she looks from Steve and back to Eddie, expression slowly morphing into one of concern.
Robin is standing with Steve, both of them lean against the far back wall by the now open door. They seem to be having an intense whisper fight that ends with Steve storming out back into the main sitting room.
Argyle knocks into him, suddenly draping an arm over Eddie’s shoulders and snatching his attention away from Robin and Steve. He herds Eddie forward on slightly unsteady legs to follow the rest of his rescue party as they all make their way out of the spare bedroom.
“That was freakin’ hilarious dude,” Argyle says with a warm laugh and bright, slightly hazy eyes, “I mean Steve, Steve, he tried to climb out the window instead of kissing you, can you believe that?”
Steve stiffens from his new position on the loveseat but shakes his head after a beat and laughs; the sound rings hollow, a pale imitation to his usual beautiful laugh, “Eh, Robin just gets to add another tally to the ‘You Suck’ board, that’s all man”.
Argyle laughs and claps Eddie’s shoulder lightly one last time before moving towards Jonathan and Jeff, the trio grab a lighter from the coffee table and head back upstairs for another toke.
Robin and Nancy go back to join Vickie on the couch, their heads bent together in conversation, both girls looking up at Steve from time to time.
Steve, meanwhile, is steadfastly staring at the floor.
I’m an idiot, Eddie thinks miserably to himself as he takes a seat on the floor next to Gareth who doesn't seem to have moved since his suggestion of Truth or Dare.
"Hey man," Gareth says, turning his head slightly to see him better, "how'd it go?"
Eddie says nothing, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers; he wants to tell Gareth about how much of a disaster the night was, how he's ruined everything way more than he could ever dreamed of and he still didn't get a kiss out of it.
"That well huh?" Gareth hums as he sits up and brings his legs in to sit cross-legged.
The party has wound down significantly at this point, Steve has disappeared from the basement and Nancy has loudly announced she is leaving if anyone needs a ride home. Robin and Vickie trail after her with Megan not far on their heels, she sends an irritated glare their way, most likely directed at Gareth more-so than himself.
"Weird," Gareth mumbles, dragging his arm across his eyes clumsily, "I figured that would'a worked, with all the puppy-dog eyes he's been givin' you lately".
"What, uh, what?" Eddie says sharply, he must have heard him wrong or the weed has finally gotten to them, Gareth did not--
"Oh man, yeah I figured the Truth or Dare would totally give you an opening dude, you seemed on board?"
Eddie's heart is racing now, his palms sweaty, what the fuck is he talking about?
"I mean you should've seen Harrington's face when you went in, all sunny an' shit, it's that Doe face you're always talking about--"
"Gareth!" Eddie hisses, his face burning and shoulders tight, he stands up startling the other man as he paces the now empty sitting room.
He takes a deep breath and then another, bringing his hands up to press into his eyes roughly.
"Okay, okay, so you're telling me," he says slowly, dropping his hands to his sides, "that you think Steve, Steve Harrington," he points a shaky finger to the ceiling, "is in to me?"
Gareth blinks, his eyebrows slowly climb into his wild curly hair, "Uh yeah dude".
He says it like it's the simplest thing in the universe. One plus one is two, the sky is blue, and Steve Harrington has feelings for one Eddie Munson.
And suddenly, the words from earlier, the brittle broken sentence Steve uttered in their temporary prison, makes much more sense.
"I’m sorry that you got stuck with me".
Steve thought Eddie had been stuck with him?
Steve thought Eddie had been stuck with him?
The soft looks, small touches, and blinding grins, each tiny moment over the last few months tumble and fall together.
Oh God…
"...I am an idiot," Eddie whispers as he turns on his heel and makes his way to the stairs.
"Yeah! Get him dude!" Gareth calls after him as he flips back into the plush carpet with a laugh.
Eddie wanders the dark main floor, tiptoeing through the living room, avoiding a sea of sleeping bags and pillowed heads of the kids as he goes, there is a faint light ahead of him coming from the staircase to the second floor.
He makes his way up, careful to avoid the fifth stair as, 'it always creaks,' and the last thing he needed was Dustin, or Max, or, Ozzy forbid, Mike, interrupting.
Eddie maneuvers down the familiar hallway, and halts when he gets to Steve's room. The door is slightly ajar and, at last he’s found the source of the soft yellow light spilling down the hall and stairwell.
Eddie tips the door open, wincing at the piercing creek of the hinges as it slowly swings open revealing Steve sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. He doesn’t look up as Eddie steps into the room.
“Hey Stevie,” Eddie says softly.
He stuffs his hands into his pockets, suddenly unsure how to proceed, and awkwardly stands in the doorway, the wall to wall plaid threatens to burn his retinas but he holds firm.
There are a few things in here Steve has clearly placed himself, the plush area rug covering up most of the chic parquet flooring running through the rest of the house. A new yellow duvet that clashes with the red plaid wallpaper, but it's Steve's choice for once. The picture of the car has been replaced by a small cork board, it's covered from top to bottom in Polaroids of Steve and the kids, candids of Robin and Eddie, posed silly pictures of Jonathan and Argyle after a smoke session, and a few of Nancy and Jonathan sitting in the Byers kitchen at Thanksgiving, almost collage like but for the pins holding them in place.
The room has transformed over the last few months, and it never ceases to make Eddie smile.
“Hey Eds,” Steve sighs after a long beat.
He looks up to meet Eddie’s gaze, that same blank expression from earlier tonight painted on his otherwise handsome face.
Eddie swallows, his heart rate ticking up once again as soft brown eyes hold him in place, if he chickens out again he swears he'll fling himself down the stairs, creaky step be damned.
He opens his mouth only for Steve to speak, slowly, quietly.
"I'm sorry," Steve murmurs, his voice cracking around the words, "if that was weird today, for you".
Eddie manages to keep his face impassive as he nods, but his heart aches at what he hears, “Yeah, I mean, no it wasn't weird, just…”
Steve sits with his shoulders squared and his spine straight, stiff and still even in his own bedroom, but with each word that leaves Eddie’s mouth the line of his body slowly begins to curl in on itself.
“Just, different”.
Steve nods as his arms come up to wrap around himself again, he swipes his right hand up his bare arm up to the sleeve and down again and Eddie wants nothing more than to wrap him up in his own arms.
Steve eventually puts his hands on his knees with a muffled clap and stands up, padding across the carpet towards the door, towards Eddie.
"Well that's not the worst thing someone's called me so I'll take it," Steve says with a smirk, his big brown eyes pan between Eddie's own as though searching for something, he nods to himself.
“Oh yeah?” Eddie ventures, leaning against the open door frame, linking his ankles together as his weight shifts to one foot.
He can’t have this, someone as kind and funny and good as Steve saying these things, thinking that Eddie thinks them too.
Enough is enough.
Steve snorts, tipping his face down. A lock of hair falls into his eyes and once again, Eddie's fraying resolve finally snaps.
He pushes himself off the door frame with his shoulder, stepping into Steve’s space, and reaches out with one hand to card his fingers into Steve’s hair, pushing it out of his face.
Steve freezes at the sudden touch and proximity, "What, Ed-"
The words are lost as Eddie leans his head down and captures Steve's open lips for a kiss.
He feels Steve stiffen slightly in his arms.
Shit.
Eddie moves to pull away, cursing his own stupidity, but as he tries to pull away, Steve curls his arms around Eddie's neck and tilts his head, stepping closer into his arms.
And it's fireworks. It’s hearing Dio for the first time all over again, it’s finding out he was going to be staying with Wayne permanently. It’s jamming out with Gareth and Jeff and losing themselves in the music.
It's Steve.
Eddie brings his hands up to curl over Steve’s cheek and into his hair once more, he brings his fingers into tangle with the soft waves and gives them an experimental tug, startling a small moan out of Steve.
Eddie smiles into the kiss and takes the opportunity to lick into his mouth, letting his tongue slide over Steves, he tastes slightly like beer but Eddie doesn’t care because he’s finally kissing, and kissing, and kissing him.
Eddie breaks away after what feels like an eternity, leaning away just far enough to place a small kiss on Steve’s nose and both cheeks, which have slowly turned a pretty pink, the arms wrapped around his neck tighten slightly at the contact and Steve’s eyes flutter closed.
“I meant something like that,” Eddie whispers before leaning in again, swallowing a laugh that escapes Steve with another soft kiss to his smiling lips.
"I thought," Steve mumbles, chewing his bottom lip with harsh teeth, "I thought I messed it all up downstairs," the words are wet as Steve sniffs once and tips his head onto Eddie's shoulder.
Eddie slips his hands down from Steve's face to bring him in closer, wrapping his arms around his waist, "you didn't mess anything up, I've been wanting to do that for a long time,” he whispers in Steve’s ear, earning a hitching laugh.
“Me too Eds,” Steve mumbles into the fabric of his shirt, he pulls back slowly and tips his head up to meet Eddie’s gaze, “I think, I’ve been wanting to do that since you woke up in the hospital”.
“Sorry I took so long sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs against his lips, a smile tugging at the corners of his own.
Steve hums and closes his eyes before running his nose back and forth against the tip of Eddie’s own, “Well,” he says softly, “I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me”.
Eddie laughs brightly and kicks the bedroom door shut with a snap.
Maybe his Uncle Wayne wasn’t always right.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#eddie munson pov#stranger things season 4 au#new girl au#Stranger Things! New Girl AU#I basically took a bunch of dialogue from the episode where Nick and Jess kiss for the first time and turned it into this monstrosity#this turned out way longer than I intended and way more angsty#first kiss#steddie kiss#some angst#happy ending#afewproblems writes#stranger things#mutual pining
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Cece and Schmidt wish they were us
Bucky x desi!reader mood board
disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest.
#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#moodboard#desi#desi reader#cece and schmidt#new girl au#new girl#bucky barnes fic#marvel imagine#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes reader insert#marvel
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imo the gangsey play a game like true american except instead of references to american history/presidents, its a mashup of welsh and celtic mythology, latin phrases, and tarot cards
#gangsey#trc#gansey#adam parrish#ronan lynch#pynch#blue sargent#blusey#henry cheng#noah czerny#new girl au#true american
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New Girl [01]
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
(slow burn, endgame, as in you’ll be seeing some short term pairings here and then as well)
MODERN DAY AU
Word count: 5,417
Warning: self-doubt, anxiety, hurt/comfort, cursing
Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to reside in. The only issue?
You suddenly have four very odd roommates.
[01]: REBOUND SEX
“Wow, I regret this.” Bucky bobbed his head once and turned to look at Peter who stood in the kitchen with him, “What the fuck did you do to us?”
“How is this my fault??” Peter scoffed.
Bucky narrowed his eyes, “Uh, I think your exact words were, ‘Come on, guys. Models will be crawling around the apartment. This will be an absolute dream.’” He pointed to the living room where you were slumped over on the couch watching the same movie you had put on a week and a half ago. “We have used tissues, a crying girl, and I now have the ability to quote Legally Blonde in my sleep.”
“There are less models than I thought there’d be.” Peter mumbled to himself.
Clint stepped out of his bedroom door, it sat by the kitchen, and clapped his hands, “Legally Blonde is a great movie. Excuse you.”
“Yeah, I agreed until about the 132nd hour of it.” Bucky said between clenched teeth. “We need to do something to stop this nonsense, and by we I mean you.” He turned to point at Peter. “You got us into this. You get us out.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
Bucky crossed his arms, “I don’t know. Crying girls aren’t my specialty.”
“And they’re mine??” Peter scoffed.
Clint shrugged, “We just assumed you make girls cry all the time. Plus, you’re like super tight with Gamora and Mantis, right? They’re girls.”
“What part of who Gamora is makes you think she cries at all?” Peter replied.
“Yeah, but Mantis seems like the type to tear up every other day at the least.” Bucky countered. Well, he wasn’t wrong. Mantis was empathetic to an extreme. He had just watched her cry at a commercial where a dog kept trying to hide a bone, but people kept digging it up. That didn’t mean he wanted this responsibility placed on him though.
Peter’s mouth fell open with a silent argument, but Bucky just glared at him and Clint’s attention was already focused in on the coffee pot. He grumbled under his breath and turned to stalk over to the living room couch where you were sprawled out sniffling.
“Heeeeey.” Peter dragged the word out as chirpily as he could.
You turned your face away from the screen to look at Peter who had just sat down by your feet. He gave you a sheepish smile and began to pat your ankle with his hand at an awkward pace. You assumed he was trying to bring you comfort, that’s probably what the whisper fight in the kitchen had been about, but it didn’t help.
“Hi.” You greeted before blowing your nose. Peter grimaced, but you just slowly sat up and pointed to the screen. “You wanna watch Legally Blonde with me?”
Peter shook his head, “No. No, I really don’t. I’d love to never see this movie ever again. Ever.“
“Sorry.” You deflated. “I know it’s annoying, but Legally Blonde is my breakup movie.”
“Right. I get that.” He paused. “Well, I really don’t actually because I don’t understand how this is your breakup movie.”
You stuck your lower lip out into a pout, “Elle Woods is a strong independent woman who needs no man.”
“Mhmm, okay.” Peter reached out for the remote and paused the TV, “Here’s the thing though. This isn’t going to make you feel better. What we need to do is go out and find you a rebound.”
You shook your head, “I don’t know if I’m ready for a rebound.”
“You’re so ready for a rebound. Sex with strangers fixes everything.”
“I don’t know…” You replied skeptically. For the past three years, you had only been with one guy. In fact, you had mentally already established that he would be the only guy you’d be with for the rest of your life. He had been your future. The thought of going out and trying to find someone new was… daunting. It also sounded a little impossible. Did you even remember how to flirt with a stranger? You grimaced, “I don’t even think I know how—”
“That’s what we’re for!” Peter gave you a broad grin, “You’re coming out with us tonight and we are going to find you someone new.”
“Really?”
Peter nodded and set his hand on your shoulder, “Absolutely. We are going to get you some good, after breakup sex.” He smirked. “Even if I have to knuckle down and get in there myself—”
“Jar!” Bucky and Clint yelled from the kitchen.
Peter cursed under his breath and moved to put money in the jar designed for him. His words hadn’t even fazed you, your time here had gotten you used to some of the things Peter said. He was a really good guy who sometimes slipped into a douchebag headspace. All the guys here were good guys. Clint was a disaster, you found him sitting on the dining room table at 2 AM once chugging coffee from the actual pot and he still used a flip phone for some odd reason, but he was also sweetheart that would sit on the couch with you at some odd time in the morning to watch your comfort movie. Sam seemed the more responsible one in the loft, when he wasn’t trying to one up or mock Bucky, and he reminded you of a caring older brother. Especially when he made you breakfast last week before the two of you left for work and talked to you about one of his worse breakups. Then there was Bucky. Bucky was… well, he was grumpy for lack of a more accurate word. He was kind of like a 100-year-old trapped inside a 26-year-old’s body. You hadn’t gotten to spend much time with him yet but you knew he meant well. He was protective of the loft group.
You sunk in your seat and rolled the thought of going out around your head. The idea of finding someone new was terrifying, but you couldn’t sit on this couch and cry forever. Plus, the boys would be there to make sure you didn’t cave in on yourself. Peter had said so himself. Fortune favored the bold, right?
You shifted in the booth and tried to readjust the dress you had put on. It felt weird to be in something that wasn’t your pajamas or your work clothes. The bar was crowded, unsurprising on a Friday night, and the atmosphere was comfortable. You hadn’t really found a bar in the city that you liked enough to frequent, but this one was actually kind of nice. It was kind of a mess, not in a super great area of the city, and some would probably use the word ‘sketchy’ or ‘ancient’ or ‘weird, carpeted drinking hole in the wall’ to describe it, but you liked it. This was the bar where Bucky worked and somehow that made sense to you.
“You look great, stop fidgeting.” Peter said from beside you. Sam, on his other side, nodded in agreement and you gave the boys a small smile. It did kind of feel nice to clean up again. “Here comes Buck.”
You glanced over to see your roommate make his way toward the booth with drinks in his hands. Bucky wore jeans with a long sleeve t-shirt and a short sleeve one on top of that. His sleeves were rolled up though and he had a rag thrown over his shoulder casually. “Alright, here.” Bucky set the two beer bottles he was carrying in one hand onto the table in front of Peter and Sam then set a glass of wine in front of you. It was the same as the type you drank at home. “You coach her into finding a winner yet, Quill?”
“I don’t like your tone.” Peter replied then took a swig of his beer. Bucky chuckled once, shook his head, then wandered back to the bar. Peter turned to you, “Alright. Rules of the night. You will speak in short sentences, you will not mention anything about your ex, unless you’re talking about rebound sex, and you will be going home with a date at the very least or my name isn’t Star Lord.”
Sam narrowed his eyes and scoffed, “Your name isn’t Star Lord, dumbass.”
“Stage name, Sam. Jesus. How many times do I have to have this conversation with you people?”
“Okay.” You ignored the argument between them that you definitely had heard before and looked around the bar. There was a cute guy leaning against a pillar talking to some of his friends. He wasn’t half bad. “He’s kind of cute.”
Peter focused back on you, “Go get him, tiger.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“Go…talk to him?? Like where he can hear me?”
“Him hearing you is an important part yes.”
Your hand tightened around your glass. Sam cleared his throat and motioned to you with his bottle, “You don’t have to do this. As the self-appointed voice of reason, I think I’m supposed to suggest waiting until you’re ready.”
“Waiting ‘til you’re ready is for pussies.” Peter said.
“Jar.” Sam snapped his gaze to him.
“We aren’t even in the loft! There’s no bar jar!”
You didn’t want to wait. You wanted to be over your shitty ex-boyfriend and if this was how you had to do it then so be it. Without waiting, you threw back half the wine in your glass, Peter and Sam both made noises of surprise, then you stood up and pointed at them, “Rebound sex, bitches.”
Peter and Sam both chuckled and you whipped around to go talk to the cute guy. You could do this. You could do this. You were a fucking catch, and any guy would be lucky to have you. Obviously, your ex didn’t think that when he cheated on you. Apparently, you weren’t good enough for him—no! No, bad thoughts. Just flirty thoughts. You could do this damn it.
Could you do this??
Bucky poured another drink, delivered it, then moved to wipe the bar of any spills. When he looked back up, both Sam and Peter were sitting at the bar in front of him. Clint was at work tonight, which meant they had no idea where he was, but that was the norm for them. Peter leaned onto the bar and clasped his hands together.
“Bucky, I need you to get us into the Stark party.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” Bucky replied. Peter gave him a hard look and he rolled his eyes in response, “I am not calling my ex-girlfriend to get you into this dumb party—”
“We go every year! You can’t take this from me. The theme is wild wild west. Do you know how cute of an outlaw I make? We have to go.”
Bucky shook his head, “I am not calling Elektra.”
“Why?” Sam raised an eyebrow at him, “You call her drunk all the time.”
“I do not.” Bucky glared at him.
“You literally called her drunk three days ago.” Peter said. “Now please—”
Bucky shook his head again, “No. I’m not gonna do it.”
“I thought you loved me!”
“Well, like always, you were wrong.” Bucky replied dryly. He glanced around the bar, “Where is little miss rebound sex? Did you idiots leave her alone?”
“She’s fine. She’s picking up a dude right now.” Peter pointed behind him. Bucky leaned to the side to look past his giant head and spotted you leaning against the wall talking to some random guy. From the looks of it you were talking very, very fast, maybe not even breathing, and your hands were flying around as you told whatever story you were telling.Your hand caught the edge of his drink and it spilled back on the dude. Bucky grimaced, Sam flinched, and Peter groaned. “Okay. Maybe she’s not picking up a dude right now.”
Bucky pointed in your direction, “That was painful to watch. Go save her.”
“She’s a big girl. She’s just gotta…brush off the cobwebs. Get back in the groove.” Peter argued.
Sam took a big sip of his beer then set it down and stood, “I’ll go get her.”
“Thank you.” Bucky replied and went to serve another customer. When he came back, Peter was giving him a pleading look that bordered on pathetic and pitiful. “Quill, I said no.”
Peter grumbled, “I can’t believe you’d betray me like this.”
“—and I think it was going okay until I spilled his drink.” You said as Sam motioned for you to take what had been his seat. All three men shook their heads at you, and you groaned in defeat before setting your head down at the bar. God, you were so out of practice.
Peter and Sam said you needed a break and they peeled away to talk to some other friends while you moped at the bar. This was the place for it after all. Someone cleared their throat, and when you looked up Bucky was still in front of you. He had placed a new wine glass by your resting head. You took it with a small smile, “Thanks.” He nodded his head once. You took a long sip then spoke, “Well I guess at the end of the day, I just can’t hide my crazy enough to pick up a guy anymore.”
“I really don’t think you’re trying that hard to hide it, doll.” Bucky shook his head.
You chuckled, “I’ve just…never been good at this.” Sad thoughts began to creep in again. Doubts that you’d ever find someone to put up with for another three years. You took another big sip of your drink and motioned to Bucky, “Well, at least I’m not alone.” He raised an eyebrow at you and you continued. “Just a couple of dumped losers, huh?”
“I’m fine.” Bucky argued with a shake of his head. “It’s been six months.”
“Do you know why she dumped you?”
He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Didn’t make a difference.” Bucky grabbed a glass to clear with his rag and gave you a tight lipped, awkward smile, “All I knew was that I wanted to set her trash cans on fire afterwards so…”
“You don’t wonder, like, what you could’ve done differently?” You asked, leaning onto the bar, “Racking your brain at night, wondering what’s wrong with you.” Bucky gave you a skeptical look and you forced another chuckle. “You know what happens when you keep all your emotions bottled up inside like you do?”
Bucky hummed, “What?”
“You become old, and bitter, and sad, and a little weird.”
“Who says I’m not already all of that?” Bucky scoffed.
You pointed at him, “You can’t just pretend it didn’t happen, Barnes.”
Bucky stared at you for a moment, his jaw locked, then he leaned forward with another smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “You’re right. Maybe I should just be more like you. Watching weird movies on repeat and burning through twelve boxes of tissues and talking about it with anyone who stands too close to me.”
“Yes!” You nodded with a smile, “Exactly! Let it out!”
“I’m trying to be mean to you.” Bucky replied. “I’m very obviously not going to do that.”
“Why not??” You asked.
Bucky gave you a deadpanned look, “Because I have a penis.”
You stared back at him for a moment before speaking in a deep, mocking, grumpy tone, “’My name is Bucky Barnes and I have a penis, blah, blah, and I won’t talk about my feelings, blah, blah’,” Bucky’s lips twitched up in the corner to form a smirk, “’And I wanna set trash cans on fire or something, blah.’”
Bucky glanced away, steeling his features, then looked back to you, “Doll, I watched you spill a $30 glass of whiskey on a guy.”
“Jesus, it cost him $30?? Who pays that much for a drink??” You pressed. Bucky tilted his head slightly and you cleared your throat and straightened your back as you spoke with dignity, “I mean, maybe that’s just one of my moves, Barnes.”
Bucky nodded, “Mhmm.”
You gave him a bright grin, but the conversation was interrupted when someone suddenly sat beside you. It was a curly haired guy that you had seen speaking with Peter earlier in the night. One of his friends who was also in a band of some kind or another. He leaned on the bar with a smirk, “Hey.”
“Hi.” You replied nervously, your eyes darted to Bucky who gave you a nod. Encouraged you introduced yourself.
The guy asked if you wanted to find a booth and you rose eagerly and followed his lead. Bucky watched you walk across the bar toward a back booth. He wasn’t crazy about any of Peter’s band friends. They were all assholes, and he was a bit hesitant to let you walk away with one. You suddenly turned and shot him a thumb’s up while mouthing, ‘oh yeah’. When you turned back to the guy, Bucky chuckled to himself with a shake of his head.
To be honest, he was surprised to see how okay you seemed to be. It had been a couple weeks since your boyfriend cheated on you and yet here you were trying to get back on the horse. It had been six months since him and Elektra broke up and he was still drunk dialing her.
Bucky reached under the bar to grab his phone and shot off a brief text asking if Elektra could get them into the Stark party. She was one of the assistants that worked there, and she usually got them in every year.
Ten minutes later, Peter and Sam circled back around, and both were surprised to see you in the corner booth talking to a guy. Peter nodded, “Damn, that’s Jonny. Look at her go. What a pull.”
“Jonny is a tool.” Sam replied.
“Yeah, but rebound sex is rebound sex.” Peter replied. Sam opened his mouth to argue, but Peter whipped around to face Bucky, “One last time. I am begging—”
Bucky interrupted him, “I already texted Elektra. She got us in.” Sam’s eyes widened in surprise before narrowing skeptically. Peter on the other hand let out a squeal of excitement and then lunged his top half over the bar to hug him. Bucky hugged back briefly, but as Peter pulled back, he felt a kiss on his shoulder. Bucky motioned to him, “Did you just kiss me on the arm?”
“Yes.” Peter replied unashamedly. “You deserve it.”
A couple more minutes passed before you ran over while Jonny left. All eyes shot to you and you pumped your fist in excitement, “Guess who has a date!” The men cheered for you and you gave Peter and Sam high fives. “Yeah, I just spoke in short sentences, didn’t wave my arms around, and then I told him I want rebound sex—”
Bucky’s eyes widened, “You what??”
“—and then he asked me out!” You jumped in place. “Tomorrow is date night!”
Peter shook his head and yanked your forward into a hug, “I’m so proud of you. Our little girl is all grown up.”
Jonny wasn’t your soulmate by any means, but a date was a date. This was a very good step in the right direction and you were beyond excited to move your thoughts away from your ex.
The loft was silent as five people sat in the living room staring at one another. Well, more accurately four men were staring at one gorgeous, red headed model. Natasha Romanoff sat in a recliner facing the couch while her best friend’s new roommates sat across from her staring—no, gawking.
She crossed her legs, “Do the shoes fit?”
From your in the back she heard a loud thud then you yelled back that you were alright. Natasha turned her attention back to the men in front of her. The one named Clint gave her a small nod, “You a model or something?”
“Yes.” She replied slowly. “Mostly print right now so…”
Peter, sitting between Bucky and Sam, sat forward, “You said it was Natasha?” She didn’t reply. He smirked and Bucky began to roll his eyes before words even left the blond’s mouth. “Tell me, what are your hopes and dreams?” Natasha narrowed her eyes at him. He shifted in his seat, “Are you—Are you warm? It’s a little—”
“Don’t.” Bucky said firmly, but Peter was already shrugging out of his shirt. “I said—”
Peter threw the shirt behind him, “I’m a little warm right now.”
Natasha raised an eyebrow at him, “Please put your shirt back on. Don’t make me laugh at you.”
“Can i get you a drink? Coffee? Water? Some tea?” Peter questioned. Sam and Bucky were both just staring at him now while Clint just continued to gawk at her in stunned silence. Peter nodded, “Some tea bag action.”
Sam nodded, “There it is. Douchebag.”
“Got it.” Bucky reached over to grab the jar and slapped it into Peter’s chest making him yelp in pain while trying to dig out dollar bill from his jeans.
Natasha just watched the interaction and wondered what exactly you had gotten yourself into. The red head uncrossed her legs and leaned forward slightly, with a smile she knew was more menacing than charming, “Listen to me. That girl back there is my best friend. The greatest person to walk this planet. An angel.” She laced her fingers together while Bucky took the, now one dollar heavier, jar and placed it back on the shelf. “If you guys let anything happen to her, if you hurt her, I am going to come here and crazy murder you.”
The men all bobbed their heads in agreement. Sam respected the loyalty, Bucky was a little fearful because the woman definitely had eyes that screamed, ‘I’ve killed someone before’, Clint fell a little more in love, and Peter… well, Peter.
“I’m gonna be honest with you.” Their resident idiot started again. “I did not hear a word you said because I can kind of see your party hats right now through that dress.”
Bucky sighed, “There we go.” He leaned over to grab the jar and gave it back to Peter. “Just hold onto that until she leaves, yeah?”
Natasha called out for you and stood to seek you out. She distinctly heard Sam question why Peter was talking this way while she walked out. When she opened the first door on the right in the hallway she came face to face with you lying sprawled out on the floor wearing pajamas and her heels.
You sat up partially to see Natasha standing in the door staring at you quizzically. You gave her a tight smile, “Nat! I fell and I can’t get up. I think I live here now.”
“Okay, let’s go.” Natasha walked over and helped you sit up. “You okay?”
“No.” You groaned and buried your face into your hands, “I can’t go on a date. What if it’s horrible?? What if I have nothing to talk about??”
Natasha reached forward to grip your chin, “Then you go to the bathroom, you call me, and I show up to rescue you.”
“Maybe I just shouldn’t go.” You mumbled. The excitement from last night had simmered as you sobered up and all day today your nerves just grew and grew and grew.
“Babe, you got hurt.” Natasha replied. “That doesn’t mean you stop trying.”
Natasha was right. She was always right. From the moment you met her in the 7th grade, you knew she was right. The red head been there for you through thick and thin and you had been there for her. It took several days to convince her not to actually murder your ex-boyfriend because you didn’t want to have to hang out with her in jail instead of your favorite coffee place.
She looped her arm through yours and dragged you into your closet to change. Fifteen minutes later, you were all dolled up and feeling confident. Your friend had a very good way of turning your mess into something special. Natasha was gorgeous, and an amazing model, but you always felt like her talents were wasted. She’d make such a good stylist or designer. You turned to her and gave her a tight lip smile, “Thanks, Nat. You’re the best.”
“I know.” She replied with a quick hug. “Now go knock your date dead and if he hurts you—”
“You’ll knock him dead. I know, I know.” You laughed.
Stark parties were known for being loud, crowded, and wild. The billionaire knew how to throw them that was for damn sure. For someone like Peter who thrived on huge crowds and large music, it was paradise. For someone like Bucky who liked day drinking in an uncrowded bar, this was kind of a nightmare. Still, his friends enjoyed it and he could usually have a good time as long as his friends did. Maybe he could be a little more like you and find a rebound himself.
The theme tonight was ‘Wild, Wild West’. Bucky wore his normal clothes, Sam wore his normal clothes, but with a cowboy hat, Clint had a bundle of rope wrapped around his torso which made him look more like a rock climber than a cowboy, and Peter was decked out in full outlaw costume.
“Oh, there she is. Go get us in.” Peter slapped his chest and Bucky shot him a glare.
Like Peter had said, his ex-girlfriend stood outside the doors by the line waiting for them. She looked great tonight. Elektra hadn’t dressed in costume. Instead she had on a tight, red mini dress with her dark hair pulled up into a long ponytail. Bucky swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and wandered over. His friends stayed a few steps back.
“El.” He greeted awkwardly. “Hey.”
“Bucky.” She beamed. “It’s nice to see you. I was happy to get a text from you while you were sober rather than a 3 AM drunk dial.”
Bucky waved off her words, “Drunk dial? No. You must be getting pranked or something. That wasn’t me.”
“I have caller ID, Buck.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, “Anyways, so the party?”
“Let me go talk to the bouncer and I’ll get you guys in.” She gave him a soft look, “Then maybe me and you can catch up?”
The logical side of him said that was a bad idea, but every single other side was thrilled. He nodded and watched her walk over to the bouncer. As he turned around to let the others know what was going on, some of Peter���s asshole buddies wandered up. The two loud men greeted them, and Bucky suddenly recognized one of them.
“You’re Jonny.”
“That’s me! What up, my man—”
Bucky demanded to know where you were. The others stiffened while all eyes shot to the curly haired man. “Did your date already end or did you bring her?”
Jonny shook his head, cowboy hat nearly falling off, “Who?”
Sam snapped your name at the man, then added, “The girl from last night.”
“Ohhh, yeah.” He laughed, “Look, I was just looking for a hook up. She was texting me all day long. Constantly. I didn’t want nothing to do with that.”
Clint crossed his arms, “And you told her this?”
“No. Why would I?”
“So, she’s just at the restaurant alone waiting for you?!” Sam cried out.
Jonny shrugged and Bucky had to physically resist the urge to punch the man. God, this was awful. Your had been so excited for the date. Your friend had gotten you all dressed up and now you were alone somewhere being stood up. Bucky shook his head, “Come on, guys. We gotta go.”
“But—But the party?” Peter motioned behind him.
“Pete.” Clint said. The outlaw of a man nodded once in agreement. Bucky glanced over his shoulder, spotting Elektra still talking to the bouncer, then sighed. You needed them and they didn’t leave a roommate behind.
You sat at the table, eating your third basket of bread, and wondering if your water glass was deep enough to drown yourself in. This was probably one of the more pathetic moments of your life. Stood up by a guy who played tambourine in whatever band he was in. Jonny hadn’t been your type, but a rebound was just about getting back on the bike, right? Well, you had jumped onto the bike only to immediately ride out into traffic and get hit by a semi.
The waitress began to make her way back to you and you couldn’t help but sink in your seat a little. Maybe she wouldn’t see you. The woman stopped in front of you and picked up the empty bread basket with a frown, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to ask you to give up the table now.”
“Can I get…one more bread basket?” You mumbled.
“No.”
You nodded in understanding and went to grab your purse. Before you could stand from your chair though, you heard yelling at the front and suddenly four familiar faces ran into the upscale restaurant. Sam was in a cowboy hat, Clint was carrying rope around his chest, and Peter was literally dressed like a space cowboy of some kind. Bucky looked like Bucky though. The four of them ran over to your table yelling that they were here and you laughed.
“We’re here. Sorry we’re late.” Bucky said to the waitress.
“You’re her date? All of you?”
Sam nodded, “Yes. We are her boyfriends.”
“One isn’t enough for her.” Clint shrugged. “We’re sister wives, but the male version.”
“Brother husbands?” Peter supplied.
You chuckled, but you could feel your eyes watering at the sight of them. Bucky leaned his hands on the chair in front of you and shook his head, “Doll, that guy was an asshole.” The other guys nodded and chimed in agreement. “He’s missing out.”
“You guys skipped your party to come and see me?”
“Course.” Bucky answered. “We care about you. We like you.”
Sam nodded and sat down at the chair to your left, “You’re family. Whether you like it or not.”
“I do like it.” You said, holding back tears. “I like it a lot.”
Peter dropped down into the chair on your right, “Besides, it’s Stark. He’ll always throw another party. It’s kind of what the guy is known for.”
Clint pulled a chair away from a table beside you, ignoring the glares from the couple sitting there, and brought it to the table to sit while Bucky took the chair he had his hands on. The guys picked up menus and began to look them over and you felt your chest swell in happiness. You didn’t think it was possible to be so happy considering how sad you had been just moments before. You liked these guys, and knowing they liked you enough to take care of you like this just made you so soft.
Bucky caught your eye, and he gave you a smile. Not a tense one, not an awkward one or a half grimace like you had seen, he gave you a real smile that made his entire face brighten. The kind that up until now you only saw the guys pull out of him. It made you feel like you belonged, “We got your back, doll.”
“Hey, guys.” Clint said slowly and looked up from his menu, “Yeah, I can only afford the tap water here.”
Sam flipped his menu over and his eyes widened, “Jesus, that’s excessive for a salad.”
You nodded, “It’s stupid expensive. That’s why I’ve only eaten the bread.”
“Alright,” Bucky tossed the menu onto the table, “Pizza at the loft?”
There was a chorus of agreements and everyone rose from the table. You stood and when Sam held one arm out to you, you didn’t hesitate to fold into his side for a hug. The boys walked you out of the restaurant while Clint told some story about his odd job yesterday and while the others laughed at his expense all you could do was bask in the warmth they radiated. You always thought the best part of the loft was the open floor plan, but as it turns out, the best part was the adopted family you accidentally fell into.
#Avengers#MCU#marvel#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#slow burn#modern au#new girl au#sam wilson#peter quill#clint barton#natasha romanoff#tony stark
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(spourtney new girl au dropped, everyone cheered)
"I just—why do they—" His hands are moving sporadically, raking through his hair, fiddling with his glasses.
"Spencer-"
"No, I don't get it!"
"Oh my god, Agnew, just kiss me already!"
"No!" Spencer drops his arms in defeat. Something inside him snaps. "Not like this!"
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spourtney new girl nickjess first kiss au
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tobecktoria au i thought of last night oopsie
#my art#wordgirl#fan art#illustration#my art!#my artwork#my art tag#pbs#wordgirl au#au#becky botsford#tobey mccallister iii#victoria best#becktoria#tobecky#tobecktoria#tee hee anyways#idk what to call this au#fuckinf uh#new girl au#?#i can change it later#high school au#teen au
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WAIT HOLD ON TMA NEW GIRL AU.
jon is the new guy in the loft. things keep going weird - noises in the pipes, doors locking randomly and then just as randomly unlocking - not exactly paranormal but certainly Weird. so jon sends letter after letter in an attempt to be liked to try and sort this out (his emails just don't seem to be sending). Martin still knocks and offers everyone tea. Things get worse, new doors start appearing that lead to empty corridors, there's a spider nest in the corner and every attempt at extermination isn't helping, they live in semi-darkness because Something is Unscrewing the Bulbs etc etc Everyone soon becomes confined in the loft - jobs are working from home or they're let go and somehow mysteriously keep paying the rent, and the only thing left to do is send those letters and re-read the previous letters sent by the previous tenants. Why did they leave? Did they get the problems fixed? What happened to them?
Obviously jmart still happens, but a lot more scope for domesticity!! No one dies. Basira and Daisy are still police that occasionally help them find things out about the previous tenants after barging in on a noise complaint. Elias is the landlord. Melanie and Georgie live across the hall and they seem to be experiencing Something.
#this is so exciting#wow#two of my comfort things#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#martin k blackwood#sasha james#tim stoker#jmart#elias bouchard#basira hussain#tma basira#tma melanie#tma georgie#new girl#new girl au#tma elias#anyone wanna write it?
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why am i able to perfectly envision the spicy six playing true american? i just feel like it’s definitely a drinking game that they would play.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#argyle#jonathan byers#spicy six#fruity four#steddie#ronance#jargyle#stranger things meme#new girl au
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Inspired by this post by @justanotherpanickinggay
New Girl style AU where Steve (Schmidt), Robin (Winston), Nancy (Jess) and Eddie (Nick) live in a loft together. it’s the scene where Nancy’s boyfriend is coming to the loft for the first time, and she hears him knock on the door and panics when she realises Eddie’s still in the loft and just grabs him and whisper-yells “I need you to pretend to be gay!” before opening the door, meanwhile Eddie’s stood there like ‘pretend??’. The boyfriend comes in and isn’t really convinced, despite the fact that he’s literally flagging, but then Steve gets home and they have their whole heartfelt conversation where he apologises for what he’d said that morning and for not listening to his feelings. The boyfriend ends up apologising because ‘he really shouldn’t be making assumptions about people and you both seem to really love each other, you’ve got something great here’ and then him and Nancy go out on their date. Eddie and Steve are left standing in the kitchen like a couple of goldfish because they’re not dating in any way. Nancy and the boyfriend don’t last that long, but Eddie and Steve both invite him to their wedding a few years later since without him they’d probably still be pining after each other.
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616 New Girl AU bc I can
Also I need help figuring out everyone else, if Johnny is Schmidt, Jen is Jess, and Peter is Nick (Obviously), then who is Coach, Winston, Cece, and all the various side cameos. (Logan is 100% the grouchy landlord)
#before anyone asks#no this au will not have a peter x jen romance#like ik nick and jess are a thing in the show but i cant see peter and jen as anything other than one sided annoyances#(the annoyance is on jen's side bc of peters incessant talking)#johnny storm#jennifer walters#human torch#she hulk#marvel#marvel comics#marvel 616#reds art tag#this is also just a bad sketch pls dont judge it#fantastic four#hulk#new girl au#peter johnny and jen living together would be a nightmare but i need a winston and coach to fully complete this disaster
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Prologue (New Girl AU) Eddie Munson x Plus size reader
Hey loves! This is the little prologue that I’ve been working on. I’ve been writing for over a decade but have never posted anything before so I hope this is good! 😊
Also! If you haven’t read my other disclaimers please do before reading. Thank you!🙏
“So, you know how in horror movies when the girls are like "Oh my god, there's something in the basement. Let me just run down there in my underwear and see what's going on in the dark", and you're like "what is your problem? Call the police", and she's like "okay" but it's too late because she's already getting murdered,” Robin explains. “Well, er, our story's kind of like that.”
— Flashback to a week ago —
“And where exactly do you think you’re going to fit that 14 inch Espeon?” Y/N cocks her head as she stares down Robin and her plushie.
The girl shrugs, nodding to Y/N’s Kirby. “Probably the same place you’re gonna put your millionth Kirby plush.”
Y/N scoffs, clutching the Nintendo character closer to her. “Fuck off! He needed to come home with me! He told me himself.”
“And I need Espeon to complete my Eevee collection!”
“Fine, fine.” Y/N squeezes the plushie even harder. “I just don’t know what you’re gonna tell Casey when we get home.”
Robin nods in agreement. “Yeah, she’s gonna freak when she finds out I’m bringing home another plush.”
“Well, she’ll just have to deal with it because this is what happens when you don’t respond to texts.”
“I hope she’s ok though.” Robin’s lips purse as worrisome thoughts run through her head. She hasn’t heard back from Casey in four days.
“She’s probably out with Luke hiking or out doing some other shit.”
“We were also out doing shit, and I still had time to text her.”
Y/N can’t help but roll her eyes. “Yeah, but we were at fuckin’ comic con waiting in lines all day. They were probably going to clubs and art shows.”
“What if something happened though?” Robin’s thoughts start turning to the worst possible scenarios.
Y/N nudges the girl to take her out of her head. “Nothing’s happened. They’re both fine. I just wanna see their faces when we get home a day early.”
“Ooh, yeah! They’re gonna be so happy! I’ve missed my Casey so much! It’s been way too long.”
“It’s been a week, babe. Calm down.” Y/N shakes her head, looking out the window at the buildings passing them by.
“Aren’t you excited to see Luke?” Robin raises her eyebrow.
“I mean… yeah.”
Robin can’t help but roll her eyes so hard they almost fall out of her head. “You and Luke have been dating for longer than Casey and I! How do you not miss his laugh, and his smile, and the way he smells.”
Y/N’s nose scrunches up. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not like I don’t miss him. But it’s only been a week, and I’m not as clingy as you. No offense, babe. Besides, everyone knows how Lesbains move faster than any other relationships. The only exception being military couples.”
Before Robin can roll her eyes again Y/N senses it and smacks her arm. “Ow! Don’t take your commitment issues out on me.”
Now it’s Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes. “Look, I’m excited to see Luke, but our relationship can survive a little more than a week without seeing each other.”
“So can Casey and mine! It just sucks.”
“Yeah, I know that.” Y/N’s lips purse to the side as she sighs, biting the inside of her cheeks. “I just think that some people need to spend more time with their significant others. Luke and I just aren’t like that.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” Robin checks her phone, but there are still no messages from her girlfriend. “She hasn’t even read my messages yet.”
“You’re just giving into your nerves. We’re almost to the apartment and you’ll be reunited with Casey, and everything will be ok. Ok?”
Robin nods. “Yeah, ok.”
Y/N kisses Robin’s shoulder in reassurance as the cab pulls up to their apartment.
As Robin pulls their things out of the trunk Y/N pays the cabbie then the girls head up to their apartment. As silent as possible Y/N opens the door and the two sneak inside. Putting their things down carefully and quietly, they make their way to the living room only to be met with a horrifying scene before them.
“OH MY GOD!” Robin screams at the sight.
Y/N can only stare with an open mouth at the scene.
“Shit!” Casey and Luke separate from the couch, covering their naked bodies. “What are you doing home early‽”
Snapping out of her daze, Y/N springs into action. “The fuck do you mean ‘what are you doing home early’‽ Who the fuck do you think you are—”
Robin has to hold the girl back. “Wait wait wait!”
— Present Day —
“So, that happened.” Robin sucks in her lips. “And that's why we need a new apartment.” The current attendants look at the girl in… awe? Shock? Astoundment? I'm sorry—” she shakes her head— “what was the question again?”
“Do you have any pets?” Eddie asks.
Y/N takes over. “Yeah, I’ve got a malamute.”
“And she's a sweetheart!” Robin quickly adds. “The most lovable pupper that you’ll ever meet! She loves to cuddle and watch movies—”
“She’s awesome,” Y/N concludes, seeing the others starting to get apprehensive.
Steve sucks his teeth. “Yeah, we’re not really a dog household—”
He’s cut off by Y/N’s phone ringing. “I’m so sorry, I’ve got to take this. It’s work. I’ll be right back.” She walks out of the apartment for some privacy.
Nancy is the first to speak up. “You guys do know that we only have one room available right?”
Robin nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, don’t worry about that. Y/N and I have been sharing rooms ever since we were little. We’re both only children, so we had, like, a gazillion sleepovers when we were younger. Plus, you guys mentioned that it’s the biggest room, so whoever takes it will be paying a bigger fee and Y/N and I are totally down with that.
“Not to mention we love the architecture! It’s traditional, rustic, and bohemian all mixed in one! And we love the open brick and Hollywood regency bathroom. This apartment is just perfect! And it has so much open space and awesome wooden flooring. It’s perfect!”
Eddie, Steve, and Nancy look amongst each other, silently communicating before Nancy speaks up again. “That’s really nice and all but, we don’t know if this is the best fit—”
“So sorry about that.” Y/N reenters the room. “Chrissy called out on account of her cat being sick, so I’m picking up her shift tonight.”
Eddie’s head perks up at the name. “Chrissy?” ‘It can’t be the same one,’ Eddie thinks to himself. ‘There have to be a million Chrissy’s in New York, right?’.
Steve and Nancy instantly get where Eddie is going with this. “Oh no,” they quietly mutter.
“Yeah.” Robin nods. “Y/N works at the Wake Up Coffee Bar and Bookstore on 5th.”
“How soon can you move in?” Eddie’s smile widens at the thought of living with someone who works almost every day with the girl of his dreams from his hometown.
‘Ah shit,’ Steve and Nancy think.
“Uh, actually, Eddie, slow down,” Steve interjects.
“Not happening,” Nancy adds.
“Okay, um, can you give us a second?” Eddie clasps his hands together as he stands up. “Loft meeting in the bathroom.”
The three move to the bathroom for more privacy, speaking in what they think are hushed tones. “I’m gonna say yes,” Eddie starts. “She works with the girl of my dreams, guys. You have to let me have this one. Please!”
“How do you even know it’s the same Chrissy?” Steve asks, putting his hand on his hips.
“Well, ya know, we’re Facebook friends. And I follow her on Instagram and Twitter… and also TikTok,” he mutters the last part.
Steve and Nancy can’t help but roll their eyes in unison. “You skeezy little stalker.”
“Oh c’mon!”
“Look—” Nancy crosses her arms over her chest— “these girls seem really nice, and we could probably over charge them because there would be two people sharing one room. But they have a dog. Not to mention, they’re going through simultaneous breakups. Besides, menstrual synchronization is a real thing and I already have to deal with you two. And finally, we really don’t know enough about them.”
“Nance is right,” Steve agrees, crossing his arms in a similar fashion. “A little hurtful in that middle part, but she makes good points.”
“But Nance,” Eddie whines. “You’re always complaining about how the loft smells like farts and old spice.” He gestures to the apartment. “Imagine if two more women lived here. A, the women would outnumber the men. And 2, the place would probably benefit a lot from more babes around.”
“Babes?” Nancy asks incredulously.
“Gals? Dames? Utero Americans?” Eddie shrugs. “The point is, this loft could use more of a feminine touch, don’t ya think?”
Nancy responds without rolling her eyes this time. “You’re an ass. Besides, Steve is a fastidious queen—”
“Hey!”
Nancy continues. “It’s just you who leaves their laundry everywhere, doesn’t clean up after himself, and shits with the door open.”
“I light a candle!” Eddie cries out.
“Anyway, I don’t want a dog that’s gonna shit and piss everywhere. Not to mention the shedding.”
“And that’s not necessarily just a dog thing,” Steve tacks on getting a look from the two. “What? Women shed a lot. I sometimes pull your hair out of my ass in the shower.”
Eddie shrugs and nods in agreement while Nancy shakes her head. “Please. The two of you have more hair than I do, don’t come at me like that.”
“You know what?” Eddie clasps his hands together. “Executive decision, they’re in.”
“Yes! We’re in!” A voice comes from the other side of the door.
The three look at each other before opening the door to Robin who’s been listening in — Y/N still waiting on the couch. “You are not gonna regret this!” Robin beams.
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Team Tatooine "New Girl" AU where Cobb moves in, and Din falls in love with him the moment he walks through the door, and Fennec is Boba's best friend who visits all the time, and Boba and Peli are confused half the time.
#new boy#new bov#the title is but the table cut it off </3#now it looks like#horrible#dincobb#din x cobb#marshmando#marshalorian#team tatooine#my art#din djarin#cobb vanth#fennec shand#peli motto#boba fett#star wars#new girl au
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Something Like That (S.R.) | Masterlist
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!OC
Summary: In hopes for a fresh start after losing her job and her long-term boyfriend, closed-off bartender Eden Oliver moves into an apartment with three roommates: Luke, Derek, and Spencer.
Rating: Mature (18+)
Content: Slow-burn, friends to lovers, alcohol/drinking, sexual themes (more detailed descriptions will be included in each chapter)
MAIN MASTERLIST
CHAPTER INDEX ( + indicates chapters with explicit sexual content)
1. Moving On... | 2. ...and Moving In | 3. Tequila Sunrise | 4. Walls | 5. TBD
...more chapters will be added as they come closer to release
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DISCLAIMER/NOTE: Because this is inspired by New Girl, plots from the show that include Nick and Jess’s relationship will be closely mirrored in this story. I do intend to add my own spin and characters that aren’t exactly like their New Girl counterparts, but if something seems familiar, that’s because it most likely is. If you know Nick and Jess’s story, then you probably know how this is going to go, but I do intend to throw in some surprises.
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#spencer reid x fem!oc#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid#criminal minds#new girl#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds fanfiction#new girl au#criminal minds fanfic
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What's that? A new Nick/ Jess story in the works? Hmm, stay tuned. (You can check out my other New Girl fanfic while you wait!)
#fanfiction#new girl au#new girl#ness#new girl on fox#new girl fanfiction#newgirl#jess day#jessica day#otp: nick and jess#nick x jess#jess x nick#nick miller#nick and jess#jake johnson#zooey deschenel#max greenfield#lamorne morris
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New Girl [02]
airing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
(slow burn, endgame, as in you’ll be seeing some short term pairings here and then as well)
MODERN DAY AU
Word count: 4,094
Warning: self-doubt, anxiety, toxic relationship, emotional/verbal abuse, cursing
Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to reside in. The only issue?
You suddenly have four very odd roommates.
[02]: MISMATCHED
The space around you was maybe a bar. There was definitely someone selling alcohol, but it was off a plastic fold out table, so you weren’t sure if that counted. The people around you were…odd. It was a weird mix of people younger than you and people much, much older than you. Someone in the corner was wearing only black with piercings all over their face and someone in the opposite corner was dressed like an old timey fisherman.
“64%.” Bucky suddenly said from beside you.
You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “Huh?”
“Oh.” Bucky shrugged, “I thought you asked me what our chances were of getting murdered here.”
You snickered and Bucky gave you a lopsided grin. The lot of you were here to support Peter and his band. A band which was apparently named, ‘The Guardians’. This was the first show you had gotten to attend, but apparently it was a regular thing to go to whatever weird ass place they hosted a show in order to cheer them on. This week it was a random location over by the docks.
“Drinks!” Clint wandered back over with Sam. Weirdly, Clint seemed at home here and you had seen random people greet him like they knew him. He was holding a beer bottle and a red plastic solo cup while Sam carried two beers. “I ordered wine for you, [Name], but they had to go into the basement to get the wine and they put it in this cup.”
You gave the item a skeptical glance while Bucky and Sam began to shake their heads. Bucky grabbed the cup from Clint and set it on a table behind him while Sam twisted his lips, “You’re not drinking that.”
“Fair.” You nodded. Bucky reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a flask to hand to you. “Do you just carry alcohol around all the time?”
“I’m a bartender, doll.” Bucky shrugged.
Sam pointed at him with his beer, “Not a good reason, man.”
Clint made a gagging noise and the three of you looked over at him to see him holding the red solo cup again. Sam glared at him, “What the hell are you doing??”
“I was curious!” Clint argued. He took another sip, “It’s a got a real vinegar aftertaste.”
Bucky pointed at him and looked to you, “His chances just went up to 92%.”
“Good evening, Fish Market!” Peter yelled from stage they had just walked onto.
“Is that what this place is called??” Sam mumbled.
On stage, Peter stood in the position of lead singer. He was wearing a red leather vest and held a guitar. To his right was a dark-skinned woman with a bored look on her face. She stood behind keyboards, a mike stand in front of her, and she wore a collection of black leather. To Peter’s left was a short, scruffy man. His features were sharp and his brown hair looked like it had been cut by a blind man using a weed whacker. Behind them, on the drums, was a huge, bald man, made of muscle, who was covered in various tattoos and was currently shirtless.
“What is their…theme again?” You asked as they began to play.
“Space.” Bucky leaned in to answer. He pulled back, paused, then leaned back in, “I think. I’m still actually not sure.”
The set continued and surprisingly they were really good. Peter was a little bit of a train wreck sometimes so you weren’t sure how this was going to go, but he seemed like he knew what he was doing up there and his band mates were equally as good. You found yourself cheering and not just because he was your roommate. After it ended, you all stayed behind in order to talk to Peter and his band after they packed up their gear.
“I’ve been meaning to ask.” Clint scratched the side of his face. He had broken out into a minor case of hives about five minutes after drinking the weird wine. “What are you wearing, [Name]?”
It was odd to you that it took them this long to bring it up. You glanced down at your mismatching outfit and shoes then back up to them, “Well, I left a lot of my clothes at the house I bought with my ex after we broke up so I only have like three outfits and most of them are dirty right now. How are you guys just noticing this?”
“I have a sister.” Sam shook his head. “I learned a long time ago not to question wardrobe unless I want my ass beat.”
“I thought you looked fine. I still do.” Bucky gave you a once over. “What’s wrong with this outfit?”
Clint pointed at you, “She’s wearing five different colors and not a single one matches.” He leaned forward and tugged on the scarf around your neck. “It’s summertime and she has a scarf on, Bucky.”
You grinned and lifted the scarf to show the stain on the front of your shirt, “Yeah, it’s all I had to hide this.”
“Why don’t you just go get your stuff?” Sam asked.
You crossed your arms, “It’s… I… Talking to him isn’t high on my list of things I want to do. I mean, I don’t know if you noticed but I don’t even like saying his name.”
“Oh, we noticed.” All of them chimed in.
You nodded, “There you go.”
“You gotta go get your shit eventually.” Bucky said firmly. “Just keep it simple. Tell him you want your stuff back, get it, and leave it at that. Easy.”
Easy. It sounded easy the way he said it. Getting your stuff back was probably one of the steps in getting over him. Rebound sex hadn’t worked out, but this seemed significantly easier. While you thought this over, Peter and his band began to walk over. You gave him a broad grin and hurried forward to give him a hug, “You did amazing!” He wrapped his arms around you and you grimace and pulled back. “Oh God, you’re so sweaty.”
“That’s just how it is, [Name]. I’m a rock god. This sweat is—”
“Stop talking.” The dark-skinned woman said with a shake of her head.
“Good call.” Peter replied then motioned to you, “Guys, this is my new roommate. Roomie, this is Gamora, Rocket, Drax, Groot, and Mantis.”
The first three names went to the people you saw on stage, while the last two were people who had worked off stage with the lights and sounds. Groot was an enormously tall, quiet man with shaggy brown hair and a thick brown beard. Mantis, on the other hand, was a short, petite woman with a warm, bubbly energy about her.
“You guys are super great.” You grinned.
“Which is surprising since this assclown—” Rocket grumbled and glared at Peter, “—missed his fucking cue.”
Peter snapped his head to glare at the short man, “I hit the cue that I said I was going to hit, you raccoon person.”
“Call me a raccoon person again, Quill!” Rocket yelled.
You opened your mouth, but Sam and Clint just shook their heads at you. You glanced at Bucky and he shrugged, “This is normal.”
Gamora motioned to Clint who was scratching the back of his neck like a dog with fleas, “What’s wrong with Barton?”
“He drank the mystery wine.” You answered.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.” Gamora shook her head while Peter and Rocket continued to argue, “They make that in the basement themselves and they say the fruit is a mystery blend.”
Clint laughed and continued scratching, “Cool, cool, cool. Quick question, am I going to die?” The entire group mumbled various affirmatives and Clint gave everyone a quick thumbs up before going back to scratching. “Nice.”
Your workday had ended early. The only gig you had to be at was one Natasha was working and she was magic on the set. Since you had so much free time now though, you went ahead and texted your ex-boyfriend to meet you at a local park. You needed to face him. You needed to get your stuff back. All the guys said so.
As you mentally gave yourself a pep talk, you spotted a familiar face in your peripherals. There he was. John Walker. He had let his scruff grow out on his jaw and his blonde hair was slicked back. The two of you had the kind of cute meeting you saw in romantic comedies. You had run into each other at a coffee shop, and he seemed like your dream guy. Charming, handsome, sweet. As time went by, the features you found endearing seemed to slip away. John had a temper on him, and God he had never hit you, but sometimes he’d say some really terrible things. John was always quick to apologize afterwards, and for so long you bought into it. According to him, he was the best you were ever going to have, and you believed him.
It wasn’t true. You were worth more than he said, you understood that now, but sometimes in moments of weakness his voice would nag at the back of your mind and remind you of all your worst insecurities.
“Babe!” John called out with a bright smile, “I was wondering when you’d call.”
He sat down on the bench beside you and suddenly pulled you into an uncomfortable hug. You didn’t know how to just pull away so you awkwardly patted his back a few times until he released you. You gave him a tense smile, “Hi, John. Thanks for coming. Listen, I need—”
“I know, I know.” John set his hand on your knee and you shifted in place with a grimace, “I’m sorry for what you saw. It was a mistake, baby. I want you back too.”
You quickly shook your head, “No, I… I just need to swing by and grab my stuff. I left a lot of clothes there and…”
“Just come back.” John replied. “You’re being ridiculous. I told you I didn’t sleep with her.”
“You were making out with her, John. In our living room.” You argued.
John scoffed, “It’s the stress of work. My commanding officer has been on my ass and—”
“I know but—”
“Don’t interrupt me.” John snapped. “Look, let’s just get dinner. Talk about this. I want you back.”
You shook your head, “I don’t think that’s a—”
“9:00 tonight. At Giordio’s. I know you like their chicken parmesan.” John gave you a smirk. He squeezed your knee once before rising from his seat and just leaving. You didn’t even like their chicken parmesan. He did. With a groan, you covered your face with your hands. God, you couldn’t do rebound sex right and now you couldn’t even get closure right. What the hell was wrong with you?
You fished around in your purse to find your phone so you could call Natasha. You needed someone now otherwise you were going to implode in on yourself, and nobody talked you off a ledge better than your redheaded best friend.
Clint was sitting sideways in the recliner as he threw the palm sized basketball across the room and into the basket hanging on the wall in the dining room. Sam, who was at the table, scooped up the ball and tossed it back to him, “Dude, you have the weirdest talents.”
Peter walked out from the hallway and glanced around, “Have you guys seen [Name]? I want her opinion on how to win this argument against Gamora.”
Bucky looked up from the computer resting on his lap as he sat on the couch to where Peter was standing with his phone in hand, “God could reach down to help you and you wouldn’t win an argument against her.”
“I think she’s still at work.” Sam answered.
As if God himself wanted to prove them wrong, the front door swung open hard, like someone had kicked it, and in came the woman in question and the scary model you called best friend. Your eyes were reddish, like you had been crying earlier, and the sniffle that came from you was more evidence of the fact. Clint straightened up in his seat, Sam sat up from the table to stand closer, Peter turned to face you, and Bucky tensed in his seat. You gave them a quick wave before rushing to her room.
They weren’t able to get a single word out because Natasha descended on them in a Russian rage. She threw her purse down and they all flinched as she let her deadly glare drift over every single one of them, “Which one of you dumb motherfuckers told her to talk to her ex?”
Sam pointed at Bucky who point at Clint who pointed at Sam. Peter, on the other hand, shook his head, “Wait, what now?”
“Okay, idiot three is clear.” Natasha scoffed and turned to the other three.
“Wait, how did you choose the order of these idiot titles?” Clint asked, but when her blazing blue-green eyes landed on him he sunk in his seat, “Not important. Never mind.”
Natasha clasped her hands together, a motion that made her look like she was physically restraining herself from clawing at them, “Let me make this clear. It is not your job to give her advice about that fucking bastard. That is my job, you idiots.”
“Okay, we get it, we’re idiots.” Bucky said and stood up, tossing his laptop aside, “Can you tell us what happened?”
“She went to talk to him, and he was an ass to her.” Natasha snapped. “That man is straight poison and the last thing she needed was to face him alone. You have no idea—” She bit her tongue, paused, then shook her head. “If she wasn’t so weirdly attached to you people, I’d murder you all right now.”
Peter raised his hand, “Even me? Because I thought we established that idiot three was not involved in this?”
Bucky bit back a sigh and left the living room to head toward your room. He heard Peter say something and Natasha began to rant again. Rightfully so though. Bucky hated the idea of anyone messing with his family and when he really thought about it, it was stupid of them to suggest you go alone. As alright as you acted, he didn’t know the history there and he shouldn’t have pushed you into this like he did.
He knocked on the door and when your voice called out, Bucky stepped into the room.
You were sitting on the floor with your back against the foot of your bed looking at a picture you had taken with John very early into the relationship. When you looked up, Bucky stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. You gave him a tight lipped smile and small wave, “Hi, Bucky.”
“Hey.” He sighed and crossed the room to you. He stepped over your outstretched legs and then sat on the floor beside you. Bucky’s eyes landed on the photo in your hand, “This the guy?”
You held up the photo that had been taken around Christmas time while the two of you were ice skating in Central Park, “Yupp. This is John. This is three years of my life.”
“Are you okay?” Bucky asked.
“I think so.” You shrugged. “I tried to take the advice you guys gave me and met with him so I could get my stuff but…”
Bucky shook his head, “That’s our fault. We shouldn’t have told you to do that. It wasn’t our place.”
“No, you were right. I need to.” You argued. “I can just never get a word in with him, you know? It was always his way or the highway. I told him I wanted my clothes and he told me we were meeting for dinner tonight. No arguments.”
Bucky’s lips turned down into his signature grumpy, frown and you had to hold back a chuckle. He took the photo from your hand and threw it behind the two of you, “You aren’t going to do that are you?”
“I don’t want to.” You said. “I was so blind our entire relationship. I let so much slide and it wasn’t until he was sucking some other girl’s face that I realized how terrible it all was. The shit he said, I—” Bucky gave you a soft, concerned look. You shrugged. “John just always made me feel so small and worthless. I think I would’ve broken up with him ages ago except he somehow brainwashed me into thinking he was the best I could do.”
Bucky clenched his jaw and for a moment you thought you had made him angry. He shook his head though and when his gaze landed back on yours there was only comfort there, “You know that’s not true right. You’re… incredible, and you deserve the world.”
You rolled your eyes and bumped your shoulder into his, “I’ve been here five weeks. You barely know me.”
“I know that you wake up earlier than you need to on Thursdays because you know Clint comes home from his late night odd jobs then and if you don’t get up to make him breakfast he’ll just pass out without it. I know you listen to Peter rant about every single argument he has with Gamora and the others no matter how tired you are.” Bucky shrugged. “I know you drive out of your way to pick up Sam’s favorite food to bring home for dinner on days where you know he had a rough case in the office. And…” Bucky dragged the word out. He gave you a soft smile, “I know you were the one to finally convince Peter not to practice his new songs before noon because you know that’s when I sleep after a shift at the bar.”
You pulled your legs in to wrap your arms around them and rest your chin on your knees, “You stalking me or something, Barnes?”
“I’m observant.” He replied. “Now come on.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Bucky stood up. He offered you his hand and you let him pull you up to your feet. He gave you grin, “We’re gonna go get your stuff and we might kill your useless ex while we’re at it. I don’t know, we can decide in the car.”
You laughed as he dragged you out of your bedroom.
Ten minutes later, six of you were jam packed into your small car. Bucky was sitting in the passenger seat while the other three guys were stuffed into your backseat. Natasha was sitting on Clint’s lap.
“I just think I should say that I am honored you chose my lap to sit on.” Clint spoke up.
“Oh, I regret it already.” Natasha replied.
Peter slapped his thighs, “I’m warm and ready for you over here, babe.”
“Jar.” You said, meeting his eyes in the rear view mirror. “Definite jar.”
He groaned, “You guys can’t jar me in places where there are no jars.”
You slowed the car until it came to a complete stop at the curb. The house was adorable as you remembered it to be. A pretty yard, a small porch, and yellow window panels. It was supposed to be your future. You wondered what that would’ve looked like. What would’ve happened if you hadn’t walked in on him and that girl.
“[Name].” Natasha mumbled and you glanced around the car to see them all looking at you in concern. For one, you wouldn’t have your boys. You gave them a firm smile and climbed out of the car. They did the same, but they lingered by the curb while you walked up to the front door. His car wasn’t in the driveway and when you knocked on the door there was no response. You counted that as a blessing and used the key hiding under a decoration to the side of the door.
Now, you had to be quick.
Natasha came in and the two of you grabbed your clothes and the remainder of your belongings. The two of you messily threw the items into any spare box you could find and as you brought them out to the front porch, one of the guys would grab it and load it into the car. You had the last box in your arms and when you stepped outside you spotted John’s car pulling into the driveway. Natasha walked out from behind you, taking the box from you, but you kept your eyes on John.
He jumped out of his truck, angry, and marched over, “What the hell are you doing!?”
“I got all my stuff.” You replied firmly. John stormed up to you, but before he even got close the guys stepped in front of you.
John motioned to them, “Who are these people?!”
“My roommates.” You answered.
“Roommates??” John cried out in surprise, “These four men are your roommates?”
Sam crossed his arms, “Yeah, we are.”
Natasha turned to the guys, “The TV in the living room. The big flat screen? [Name] paid for that. Go get it.”
You hadn’t planned on taking it. You just wanted what you needed and wanted to get out. Clint clapped his hands once and Peter held up two thumbs up while they jogged inside to follow instructions. John glared at Natasha, “You—”
“Fuck off, Walker.” Natasha flipped him off and walked inside for God knows what.
Sam and Bucky stayed a step forward on either side of you. Both had their arms crossed tightly over their chests. It was almost comical, and you probably would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the fact that John was glaring at you right now.
He shook his head, “Come home, babe. I’m not going to let you live with these assholes.”
Sam snorted and you stepped past your friends to settle your own glare on the man in front of you, “They’re not assholes. They’re my friends—no, my family, and I love them.” John scoffed, but you didn’t stop. “They’ve been better to me these last five weeks than you were to me in the last three years. John, I—” You sucked in a sharp breath. “I thought I was gonna marry you. Spend the rest of my life with you and I cannot tell you how happy I am to find out I was wrong.” You shook your head. “Lose my number, John.”
You turned on your heel to walk back to the car and wait for your friends for the TV, but a large hand grabbed your bicep roughly and yanked you back. A yelp of pain and surprise slipped from your lips, but it was short lived. Suddenly, his arm was off you and you were hidden behind Sam who held his arm out protectively. Bucky on the other hand had John’s arm locked behind him and bent in a painful position. John was grimacing and clenching his teeth.
“Touch her again,” Bucky growled, “And I’ll rip your damn arm off, Walker.”
John cursed and Bucky shoved him forward, so he landed on the grass. Clint and Peter came out of the house carefully carrying a TV between them while Natasha had another box of stuff in her arms. They loaded the items in the car while Sam and Bucky began to herd you toward the car. Bucky kept his arm around you.
“Fucking whore.” John spat out from behind you.
You glanced over your shoulder just in time to watch Sam whip around and deck John in the face. He crumpled to the ground while Sam just rubbed his knuckles. Bucky continued to lead you to the car and this time, after he helped you into the passenger seat, he got behind the steering wheel.
He drove away from the curb and nothing was said until the car got to the end of the street. Clint let out a low whistle, “Well, that guy was a fucking douchebag, but at least we got a nice TV now.”
You were the first one to begin to laugh and once you broke that barrier then the others began to laugh as well until the entire car was in an uproar. John Walker was a speed bump in your rearview mirror and you had never been so thankful for the people you had in your life now.
#avengers#slice of life version#mcu#marvel#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#new girl au#modern au#sam wilson#peter quill#clint barton#natasha romanoff#john walker#gamora#groot#drax#mantis#rocket#Female reader#reader insert
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i have a new obsession with New Girl (it’s so good oh my God) and it’s making me wanna write a fruity four/new girl reader insert where the reader moves in with Robin, Steve and Eddie and readers best friend is Nancy (ronance…👀)
would anyone be interested in this if I were to start it?
#steve harrington x reader#new girl#stranger things#ronance#robin x nancy#new girl au#stranger things au#reader insert#fanfic
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